AN: Hiii!!! This is very self indulgent honestly, that picture of soobin really did a number on my and I had this dream!!!! I just had to put it into words!! Hope everyone likes it! <3
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SYNOPSIS
Soobin has spent months trying to ignore itâthe way he craves her approval, the way his heart stumbles when she looks at him, the way he needs to prove himself to her.
Sheâs his superiorâsharp, composed, untouchable. But late nights at the office reveal the cracks in her armor, the pressure she carries, the weight of proving herself.
After a costly mistake in front of senior management, Soobin is desperate to fix what heâs broken. Forced to stay late, tension builds, boundaries blur, and he sees his chanceânot just to redeem himself, but to show her exactly how much he wants to be worthy of her.
tags: age gap, office au, superior-subordinate relationship, mutual pining, soobin really wants to make oc proud, really self indulgent work tbh
wc - 3.5kÂ
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The first time Soobin met her, he was convinced she was the most intimidating woman in the entire company. Not because she was meanâshe never raised her voice unnecessarily, never belittled anyone, never acted superior despite her high-ranking positionâbut because she carried herself with a quiet authority that left no room for incompetence.
She was always polished, always precise. Whether it was the way she spoke in meetings, the way she drafted proposals with sharp efficiency, or the way she could command a room with nothing but a measured glance, she was impossible to ignore.
And yet, despite all that, she had a way of softening around him.
It wasnât obviousânot something anyone else would pick up onâbut Soobin felt it. The way her sharp eyes would linger on him a second too long during briefings. The way her lips would twitch ever so slightly when he stumbled over his words. The way she would press a cup of coffee into his hands during late nights at the office without a word, as if she knew he needed it.
And, perhaps most of all, the way her confidence sometimes faltered when she thought no one was watching.
It had started during those late nights they found themselves stuck in the office, the rest of the building empty, just the hum of computers and the occasional rustle of papers filling the silence.
Soobin had noticed the way her fingers would linger an extra second over an email before sending it. The way she would double-check, triple-check a report that was already flawless. The way her brows would knit together in frustration when she thought she hadnât done enough.
She always wanted to be better.
One night, when they were both exhausted from an impossible deadline, she sighed and muttered under her breath, âIf I mess this up, theyâll never take me seriously.â
It had been so quiet, so vulnerable, that Soobin almost thought he imagined it.
But he hadnât.
And from that moment on, he had started seeing it moreâthe small, unspoken pressure she carried, the weight of proving herself to senior management.
He never mentioned it but it made him admire her even more. Because he understood.
Soobin had his own demons to wrestle with. He wanted to prove himself, tooânot just as someone competent, but as someone worthy of standing beside her.
And yet, no matter how much he wanted to close the distance between them, it was dangerous.
Not because she was his bossâtechnically, she wasnât, though she was still his superiorâbut because she was older, more experienced, and so utterly out of his league.
Still, he couldnât help himself.
He liked the way she carried herself. He liked the way she pushed him to be better. And he likedâGod, he lovedâthe way she would let him call her Noona.
The first time it had slipped out, she had only raised a brow at him, unimpressed.
âAre we close enough for that, Soobin?â she had asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.
Soobin had turned bright red. âIâuhâno, I mean, yes, Iââ
And then she laughed. Not a full, unguarded laugh, but a small, amused chuckle that made something tight coil in his chest.
After that, it became a habit. He only used it in moments where he wanted to fluster her, to see if he could get a reaction. When he handed her a report early? Here you go, Noona. When he caught her yawning at her desk after a long night? You should take care of yourself more, Noona.
And every single time, she would just give him a knowing look, never confirming nor denying if she liked it.
But the tension was always there.
Little moments. Little glances. Little touches that lingered a second too long.
Neither of them acknowledged it.
Until now.
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The conference room was silent.
Too silent.
Soobinâs pulse pounded in his ears as the weight of every gaze in the room pressed down on him.
He had rehearsed this presentation a dozen times. He knew the numbers, the strategy, the key talking points. But as he stood there in front of senior management, his mouth felt dry, his hands clammy.
And thenâhe froze.
It happened so fast. One moment, he was clicking through his slides, explaining their proposal with careful precision, and the nextâŚ
Something was wrong.
The figures on the screen werenât the ones he had prepared. The projections were off. The revenue forecast showed a steep decrease when it was supposed to remain steady. And worst of allâ
âWait.â
Her voice cut through the silence like a blade.
Soobinâs stomach dropped.
All eyes turned to her, who had been sitting to the side, listening intentlyâuntil now.
âThereâs an issue with these numbers,â she continued, her brows knitting together as she gestured toward the screen. âThese projections donât match what we reviewed earlier this week.â
Whispers rippled through the room.
Soobin felt his throat close up. He scrambled to find his mistake, flipping through the report in his hands.
He found it.
His heart sank.
The numbers had shifted. Somewhere between finalizing the report and submitting it, a miscalculation had thrown off the entire forecast.
A miscalculation he had made.
God.
His fingers gripped the edge of the podium, his breath uneven.
âIâŚâ He swallowed hard. âI mustâve made an error when I was updating the file.â
Silence.
One of the senior managers, a sharp-eyed man with graying hair, leaned back in his chair, unimpressed. âThatâs a costly mistake.â
Soobinâs nails dug into his palm.
She let out a slow breath, pressing her fingers against her temple. She didnât look at him.
âSoobin, we went over this twice,â she said, her voice controlled but firm. âThis was supposed to be accurate. How did this happen?â
Soobin opened his mouthâthen closed it. There was no excuse.
âIâŚâ He lowered his gaze. âI donât know.â
The disappointment in her eyes hurt more than anything.
She straightened her back, nodding once before turning to the executives. âWeâll correct the figures and send out a revised report by the end of the day.â
The meeting carried on without him.
Soobin sat through the rest of it in silence, his ears burning, shame curling hot and heavy in his stomach.
When it was finally over, he was the first to leave.
But before he could escape completely, his phone buzzed.
YN: Come to my office. Now.
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Soobin stepped into her office, feeling like he was walking into a storm. The door clicked shut behind him, locking them away from the rest of the office.
She stood near her desk, arms crossed, frustration still evident in the sharp line of her jaw.
Soobin barely had time to take a breath before she started.
âSit,â she ordered.
His body reacted before his mind did, sinking into the chair across from her desk.
She stayed standing, hands planted on the wooden surface, looking down at him with eyes that had seen through every excuse, every attempt to soften the blow.
âWhat happened, Soobin?â
His chest tightened. âI⌠I donât know.â
âThatâs not good enough,â she snapped, her voice sharp enough to make him flinch. âWe spent days on this. We reviewed every single number, every forecast, every detail. You knew how important this was.â
âI do know,â he said quickly, but it didnât matter.
She shook her head, pacing now. âThen why?â
Soobin clenched his fists, swallowing hard. âI thought I had it right. I checkedââ
âClearly, you didnât check enough.â
The words werenât cruel, but they cut.
Soobin felt heat crawl up his neck. He had already beaten himself up over this, but hearing it from her made it worse.
âSenior management was watching, Soobin,â she continued, voice tight. âDo you realize what this does to our credibility? What it does to my credibility?â
His stomach twisted.
She exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of her nose.
âI shouldâve reviewed it one more time,â she muttered under her breath.
His head snapped up. âNoonaââ
âI should have made you run through it again this morning. I should have double-checked the reports myself before they were submittedââ
âNo.â Soobinâs voice was stronger now, firm despite the way his heart pounded.
She looked up, brows raised.
He shot up from his chair. âDonât do that.â
Her lips parted slightly, but he didnât let her interrupt.
âThis was my mistake,â he said, stepping toward her. âI was the one in charge of the final numbers. You did everything right. I was the one whoââ
She let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. âBut itâs my project, Soobin.â
And just like that, the words hit.
He felt itâthe weight she carried, the pressure she put on herself to be perfect in front of the executives.
She needed to prove herself. Just like him.
His breath was unsteady. âNoonaâŚâ
She didnât look at him. She just exhaled, ran a hand through her hair, and finally dropped into her chair, pressing her fingers against her temple.
âSo now we fix it,â she muttered. âWe stay here as long as it takes, and we fix it.â
Soobin hesitated, then nodded. âOkay.â
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The office was silent except for the quiet hum of the city outside.
After hours of revising, correcting, and analyzing every detail, YN finally leaned back in her chair with a tired sigh, rubbing her temples.
Soobin glanced at the clock. Past midnight.
The air in the room was heavyâexhaustion clinging to their skin, the weight of the mistake still hanging between them.
âYou should rest for a bit,â he murmured.
She huffed. âSo should you.â
Soobin hesitated, then nodded toward the couch near the window.
âFive minutes,â he offered. âThen weâll get back to it.â
She sighed, but for once, she didnât argue. Instead, she pushed herself up and walked over, sinking into the cushions with a quiet exhale.
Soobin followed, sitting beside herâbut not too close. Close enough to feel her presence, close enough for the air between them to crackle with something unspoken, but still safe.
For a few moments, neither of them spoke.
Then, softlyâ
âThis project is everything to me.â
Soobin turned his head.
She wasnât looking at him. Her gaze was fixed on the ceiling, her fingers loosely intertwined in her lap.
âIf this goes well, Iâll have a real shot at the promotion,â she continued, voice quieter now. âIâll finally get the recognition Iâve been working for.â
She exhaled, shaking her head. âBut if we screw this upâŚâ
She didnât finish the thought.
Soobin swallowed, his chest tightening.
He had always known she put pressure on herself. He had seen it in the way she stayed later than everyone else, in the way she never let herself slip, in the way she constantly had to prove herself.
But hearing her say it out loudâit made something ache deep inside him.
âI let you down,â he muttered.
She finally looked at him.
âSoobinââ
âI did,â he insisted. âYou trusted me with this, and I messed up.â
His fingers curled against his knees, his voice dropping.
âI wanted to prove myself too,â he admitted. âI wanted to show them I could handle this. That I deserved to be here. That I deserved to stand next to you.â
Her breath caught.
Soobin hesitated before continuing, his voice quieter now.
âAnd⌠I wanted to make you proud.â
Silence.
Thenâ
âYou already do.â
Soobinâs head snapped up, his eyes wide.
She held his gaze, unwavering.
âYou work so hard,â she murmured. âYou care so much. More than anyone gives you credit for.â
She exhaled, shaking her head slightly. âYou have nothing to prove to me, Soobin.â
His throat tightened.
Because she saw him. She always had.
And suddenly, it felt like a door had openedâone they had both been standing in front of for months, waiting for the other to push it first.
Soobin let out a shaky breath, his heart pounding.
âYou act like youâre untouchable,â he whispered. âLike nothing ever shakes you.â
She blinked.
âBut I see you.â
Her lips parted slightly, but she didnât stop him.
âI see the way you double-check your work a hundred times before submitting it,â he continued. âI see the way you stay late, even when youâre exhausted, just to make sure everything is perfect.â
His voice softened.
âI see how much this means to you. How much you need them to take you seriously.â
She let out a quiet breath, but she didnât look away.
âYou donât have to do it alone, Noona,â Soobin murmured. âYou donât have to carry everything by yourself.â
Her fingers twitched in her lap.
And thenâhesitantly, slowlyâshe reached up, smoothing back a stray lock of his hair.
Soobin froze.
Her touch was featherlight, lingering longer than it should have.
âI see you too, Soobin.â
His breath caught.
âYou try so hard,â she whispered. âYou put so much pressure on yourself. You think you have to be perfect, but you already are.â
Soobin let out a quiet, shaky laugh. âI donât feel perfect.â
âNeither do I,â she admitted.
Silence stretched between them.
They were close nowâcloser than they had ever been.
Soobin could see the way her lashes trembled slightly, the way her breathing had slowed, the way her fingers hadnât moved away from his hair.
And then, softlyâ
âSoobin,â she murmured.
His throat went dry.
Her voice was quieter now, hesitant in a way he had never heard before.
And then, barely above a whisperâ
âCan I kiss you?â
A sharp inhale left him.
For a moment, he didnât move, didnât breathe.
And then, softlyâdesperatelyâ
âYes.â
She moved first.
The moment her lips met his, Soobin melted.
The exhaustion, the frustration, the weight of the nightâit all vanished in an instant.
There was only her.
Her warmth. Her scent. The soft press of her lips, hesitant at first, then deeper as she pulled him closer.
His hands twitched at his sides, unsure if he was even allowed to touch her.
And then she sighed against his lips, tilting her head just slightly, and Soobin broke.
A quiet, broken sound left him as he finally gave inâhis fingers gripping the fabric of her blazer, holding on like she was the only thing keeping him steady.
The kiss ended, but the moment didnât.
Neither of them moved.
Soobinâs breath was uneven, his forehead resting against hers, his fingers still curled into the fabric of her blazer as if he was afraid to let go.
His mind was a mess. A beautiful, dizzying mess.
Because this was real.
This was her.
Her lips, her warmth, her everythingâit had all been right there, and she had let him have it.
He pulled back just slightly, just enough to see her face.
And God.
He had always thought she was beautifulâalways been painfully aware of itâbut right now, in the dim glow of the office lights, her lips swollen from his kisses, her eyes softer than he had ever seen themâŚ
She looked like something out of a dream.
A dream he had spent too many nights chasing.
He let out a quiet, breathless laugh, and before he could stop himself, his dimples peeked outâdeep, boyish, dangerous.
Her eyes flickered down to them, and for a brief second, her breath hitched.
âYouâre smiling,â she murmured.
Soobin exhaled, pressing his forehead back against hers. âI canât help it.â
He felt her lips twitch, like she wanted to fight a smile of her own, but she didnât.
Instead, she lifted her hand, tracing a single fingertip along the edge of one of his dimples, like she had been waiting to do it.
Soobin went still.
His stomach flipped, and suddenly, the air felt differentâcharged, heated, something deeper than before.
His voice dropped. âYouâre killing me.â
She hummed, tilting her head slightly. âAm I?â
He swallowed hard, his hands twitching against her waist.
âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted this,â he admitted, voice raw. âHow long Iâve wanted you.â
Her fingers stilled against his cheek.
Soobin exhaled, his dimples fading slightly, something hungrier settling in his gaze.
âYou make me crazy, Noona,â he murmured. âEvery time you look at me like that, every time you say my nameââ He inhaled sharply. âI canât think straight.â
She let out a shaky breath, her hands sliding down to rest on his chest.
âAnd now?â she whispered.
Soobin let out a quiet, desperate laugh.
âNow, I donât want to think at all.â
Her breath caught.
And then he really looked at herâsaw her.
The way her lashes trembled slightly. The way her lips were parted, waiting. The way her eyes, sharp and calculating in the boardroom, were now filled with something else entirely.
Something soft, something just for him.
It was unfair, how she could unravel him so easily.
And Soobinâyoung, eager, desperate Soobinâwanted nothing more than to worship her.
To show her that he could.
That he could be everything she needed.
That he wasnât just some younger guy with a crush.
That he could make her feel good.
His grip tightened slightly, his fingertips pressing into her waist, and he felt the way she shivered against him.
âTell me you want this too,â he pleaded, voice barely above a whisper.
Her breath was uneven.
And then, after a second that felt like foreverâ
âI do.â
Soobin broke.
This time, he kissed her.
And it wasnât slow.
It wasnât hesitant.
It was fire, pure and consuming, monthsâyearsâof unspoken tension unraveling all at once.
Soobin groaned against her lips, his hands sliding up, cupping her face, tilting her head back so he could kiss her deeper.
She gasped, fingers tightening in his shirt, dragging him impossibly closer.
And just like that, Soobin stopped thinking entirely.
Because now, all he could focus on was her.
And all the ways he was about to prove himself.
The moment Soobin kissed her again, there was no turning back.
He wasnât just kissing herâhe was devouring her, hands tightening on her waist, pressing her into him like he could somehow merge them into one.
He was hungry, but not just for her touch.
For her approval.
For her pleasure.
For her.
She let out a soft, breathless sound against his lips, and Soobin swore he felt it in his soul.
His grip tightened, but there was a hesitance in the way his hands trembled against her.
Like he wanted to touch more of her. Like he wanted to ruin her.
But he was waiting.
Waiting for her.
She pulled back just slightly, just enough to see the wrecked look on his faceâlips red, pupils blown wide, his dimples completely hidden beneath the haze of his desperation.
âNoona,â he breathed, and God, his voice was wrecked.
She arched a brow, fingers trailing lightly down his chest. âWhat is it, baby?â
Soobin froze.
His breath hitchedâbarely audible, but she felt it. The way his body tensed, the way his fingers twitched against her waist, the way his lips parted just slightly, like he was aching for more.
She smirked, tilting her head slightly. Oh, he liked that.
She ran a single finger down his jaw, nails scraping lightly against his skin. âTell me what you want.â
Soobin let out a quiet, shaky breath.
âI want to make you feel good.â
The confession was raw, unfiltered, filled with something deeper than just lust.
She had never seen him like this beforeâso utterly lost in her, so needy, so willing to do anything just to prove himself.
Her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer until her lips brushed against his ear.
âThen be a good boy,â she murmured. âAnd show me.â
Something in him snapped.
The moment the words left her lips, Soobin broke.
His breath hitched, his grip tightening on her waist, his whole body shaking with restraint. She had given him permission. She had given herself to him.
And he was going to earn it.
His hands moved firstâbig, warm, shaking with needâgripping her hips before sliding up her waist, fingers pressing into the fabric of her blouse like he could memorize the feel of her.
âBaby,â she murmured, watching him carefully. âTake your time.â
Soobin let out a sharp, unsteady breath. âNoona, you donât understandâŚâ
His voice was wrecked, thick with something between adoration and desperation. He swallowed hard, his fingers flexing against her.
âI need to make you feel good.â
She tilted her head, amusement flickering in her eyes as she traced her fingers along his jaw. âThen go ahead, baby.â
That was all he needed.
Soobin moved instinctivelyâhis body pressing her against the couch, his lips everywhereâher jaw, her throat, the hollow of her collarbone. His hands, big and trembling, traced every inch of herâlearning, memorizing, worshiping.
And then, finallyâhis fingers slid lower.
He paused. His lips hovered over her skin, breath heavy, body tight with restraint.
âNoona,â he rasped. âLet meââ
His voice broke. He was already ruined for her.
She reached down, guiding his hand, whispering exactly what she wanted.
And Soobin?
Soobin obeyed.
And when he finally touched her, really touched herâ
She swore, no one had ever made her feel this good.
#synopsis: soobin is in love but has an anime club membership and is convinced this is a problem
#notes:Â I started this a while ago and it was dying on my notes until I woke up at 3am and couldn't go back to sleep. it's kind of long a not a lot happens but I thought it was cute and it was fun writing it cause im in my soobin feelings era. tbh wanted to make it smutty but I tried once and I realized im horrible at it so it won't happen again. happy reading if you read it :p
Kai is currently struggling to figure out the ramyeon machine at this fancy new convenience store. It's way bigger and flashier than the usual spots they frequent, and the selection is overwhelmingâthirty flavors of ramyeon, some he's never even heard of.
âWhy are there so many buttons?â Kai whines, exaggeratedly pouting. âMaking ramyeon shouldnât be this complicated. Seriously, there are like a hundred different liquids you can get from this thing. Do you think this oneâs for hot water? Itâs got a steam drawing on it.â
âYouâre the one making it complicated,â Beomgyu says lazily, reaching over and pressing a button. âYou can always just push it and find out.â
âWaitâ!â
Turns out the steam drawing stands for chai, actually.
Kaiâs eyes widen in shock as he watches his ramyeon turn into a chai latte. Beomgyu bursts into laughter, unable to contain himself as he glances at Kaiâs horrified expression. âOh man, it's fucked now-â
âTell him something, Soobin!â Kai pleads, desperate for backup.
Soobin, wide-eyed as he stares at the cup in Kaiâs hand, opens his mouth, but before he can say anything, the cashier lady shushes them from behind the counter. Kaiâs cheeks turn bright red with embarrassment.
âSorry,â Kai apologizes sheepishly, flashing a lopsided grin that usually works like a charm on the ahjummas at his sisterâs apartment building. But this time, heâs met with a blank stare.
Beomgyu struggles not to laugh again, covering his mouth, and Kai briefly considers finally punching him. Instead, he glares at Beomgyu and turns back to Soobin, whispering, âHyuuung! Do something!â
âWhatâs he gonna do, exactly?â Beomgyu chuckles, taking the ramyeon cup from Kaiâs hands. He sniffs it, scrunching his nose at the smell. It reminds him of that old Play-Doh his cousin dared him to eat when he was eleven. âHe literally canât take me on a fight,â he adds, casually tossing the cup into the trash.
Soobin scoffs, visibly offended, forgetting the ramyeon situation instantly. âI can so take you in a fight.â
âNu-uh,â Beomgyu replies, sing-songing his words.
âYeah-uh!â
âNope.â
âI actuallyââ
âYou know you still have to pay for that, right?â A sudden chilly voice behind them interrupts. They all jump, turning around to face the scary cashier lady. Beomgyu might have squealed a little.
âYes, maâam,â the three say in unison.
The lady throws them one last unimpressed look before turning back to the counter, mumbling something that makes Kaiâs cheeks flush again.
âThis is your fault, Beomgyu. Youâre paying for it. After I beat you up,â Soobin says, trying to sound firm.
âBeat me?â Beomgyu laughs out loud, placing a hand on Soobinâs shoulder. âYou mean just like how you beat me in LoL? Oh, waitâthat never happened.â
âCHOI BEOMGYU, YOU KNOW DAMN WELL I WON THAT MATCH WITH MYââ
âUh, hear that? Itâs the sound of the crowd disagreeing,â Beomgyu interrupts, hand behind his ear, a mocking smirk on his face.
âActually,â Kai lifts his index finger and then adjusts his imaginary glasses, âIâm the crowd, and Iâm on Soobinâs side.â He swiftly interjects on the elderâs behalf, secretly he has his doubts, but heâs also defending his own cause. âSoobin, fight him.â
Soobin watches as Beomgyu lazily plops down onto a nearby chair, already looking bored. Leaning back, Beomgyu rests his head on his interlocked fingers, raising his eyebrows. With a cocky smirk and his tongue poking his cheek, he taunts, âYeah, Soobie-boobie. Fight me.â
Youâd think with Beomgyu sitting down and Soobin standing over him, the younger might feel a bit intimidated, but itâs Soobin who squirms, eyeing Beomgyuâs almost lazy expression. Thereâs something positively deranged about his look, Soobin thinks.
âUh, well,â Soobin chuckles nervously, âYou know what? I thought about it, and Iâm not up for any fighting today. I, uh, recently joined this club where we discuss important stuff. You know, like social issues and, uh, philosophical debates.â He turns to Kai. âThe morality of using force on weaker people is something we discussed, soâŚâ
Beomgyu decides to ignore his last jab and straightens up. âImportant stuff, huh?â he teases, unable to contain his amusement. âSounds like code for âanime marathon with your nerd friendsâ to me.â
Itâs been almost a month since Jihoon, his former TA, discovered they share a passion for anime and manga. He invited Soobin to a âgatheringâ where they discuss their favorite shows, debate the best characters, and organize screenings of new episodes. Beomgyu likes to call it the âultimate hangout spot for anime nerds.â
âWell, I mean, we do discuss important themes in anime,â Soobin admits with a pout.
Kai chuckles, forgetting his ramyeon mishap. âHey, nothing wrong with that,â he says, offering a supportive smile. âI also think anime is about important stuff.â
âThank you, Kai,â Soobin says, dimples showing. âSeriously, itâs all really cool. Beomgyu wouldnât understand the appeal. Itâs not like heâs capable of thinking about anything serious for more than two seconds.â
Beomgyu feigns offense, standing up and placing a hand over his heart dramatically. âHey now, Iâll have you know Iâm a very serious person,â he protests, lips in a full pout, his tone dripping with mock seriousness. âI also understand itâs all very cool. So cool, in fact, that itâs the perfect topic to impress Y/N with, right?â
Soobinâs cheeks go red. Heâs always been quick to blush, but this time itâs because Beomgyuâs words hit a nerve.
Ever since he first laid eyes on you in the introductory course, captivated by your pretty smile and blushed cheeks as you introduced yourself to the class, Soobin knew he was a goner. Heâs never been one for crushes, not even in high school, so itâs as if fate saved all his affection for you. Looking back, Soobin realizes heâs never appreciated Beomgyuâs loud, extroverted personality more than when his friend boldly approached you to introduce himselfâand Soobin too. (Did he already say thank you?) From that moment on, you became friends, and with each passing day, Soobinâs admiration for you only grew stronger.
âYeah, right,â Soobin mumbles, trying to brush off Beomgyuâs teasing with a weak smile. âGuess thatâs really gonna make her swoon.â
The memory of your comments some nights before he heard you exchange with one of your mutual friends about who you find especially attractive, plays in his mind, fueling his insecurities. âDance majors I guess? Like Yeonjun. You guys are friends, right?â you had said.
Beomgyu sighs, sensing Soobinâs mood shift. âAh, come on, Soob,â he says, bumping his shoulder gently, his tone softer now, realizing he might have gone too far. âYou know I didnât mean it. Itâs not like Y/Nâs going to judge you based on your anime club memberships.â
âItâs just one club,â he mumbles in a small voice when Kai chimes in. âHeâs right, hyung!â Kai says, smiling brightly as he puts both hands on Soobinâs shoulders. âBesides, who knows? Maybe she didnât really mean anything by it! Like, I think Soyeon is really hot, right? But I have no interest in actually going for it. Sheâs scary. So, maybe what Y/Nâs really into is people like you!â
Soobin canât help but let out a nervous laugh at his friendâs attempt to reassure him. âRight, Kai.â
Beomgyu then claps loudly, making Soobin jump. âThatâs it, then! No more pouting from you, Mr. Naruto PokĂŠmon,â he says with a grin, making Soobin scoff. âAnd Kai, Iâm sorry about your food. I promise weâll come back with Taehyun tomorrow to figure this bad boy out. Now letâs get you some tteokbokki from Mr. Kimâs shop,â he adds with a reassuring nod, dragging his friends out of the fancy convenience store.
As the three of them strut out, with Beomgyu complaining nonstop about paying for something he didnât even eat, Soobin canât help but overthinkâitâs what he does best, after all. People like him, Kai said. No one has ever called him hot. Cute, sure. Sweet, even. And yeah, he knows heâs good-lookingâpeople have told him as muchâbut heâs also convinced that people like him canât compete with the Yeonjuns of the world, with their style, dance skills, and effortless coolness. Can he ever be like that?
Deep down, he knows his friends are right. He knows youâre not the type to judge someone for liking anime or joining clubs. But the weight of his feelings for you, combined with the pressure he puts on himself, makes him doubt his worth every time. Heâs got to figure out how to be okay with who he is and hope thatâs enough for you to notice himâreally notice him.
With loud thoughts in his head he kicks a tiny rock, chis foot catches on a crack in the pavement. He trips, and for a split second, he sees the ground rushing toward him.
He looks around and sighs realizing no one notice, but walking along the sidewalk, as he watches kai animatedly explain demon slayerâs plot to a bored looking beomgyu, the nagging doubt keeps lingering in the back of his mind telling him that the gap between friendship to something more is as big as⌠well, as big as the difference between Tanjiro and a low-level demon, he supposes.
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The surge of excitement pulses through you as you finally find yourself at the Seventeen concert, a dream come true made possible by Soobinâs miraculous ticket acquisition. You shoot him a grateful look, your smile stretching wider than ever, and Soobin mirrors it, glowing with the same enthusiasm. âI canât believe we made it!â you shout over the music. âYouâre seriously the best ever, Soobin!â
Your entire being radiates with happiness as you look at the stage with wide eyes, hands reaching up and a grin that refuses to fade as you scream the lyrics to a song he vaguely remembers hearing once. Heâs always been more of a girl group stan.
Then, as if drawn back to reality, your attention returns to Soobin. âOh my god, I still canât wrap my head around how you got these tickets! They were gone in seconds!â you shout to be heard over the music, but Soobin hears you just fine.
âWell, you know how it goes,â Soobin leans closer with a tiny smirk. âThe perks of being multi-talented, well-connected, universally adoredâŚâ he jokes. The reality of getting those tickets was far less glamorous. His older sister works for a big-shot media company and managed to snag these tickets. He owes her a thousand favors. But for you, itâs worth it, he thinks.
You chuckle. âAlways humble, I see.â
âAlwaysâŚâ
âNo, seriously,â your tone shifts, âthis means the world to me. Thank you, Binnie.â Your sparkling eyes focused on him, and your sincere words send a hint of color to Soobinâs cheeks, subtle and noticeable to only him.
âEnough with that,â Soobin whispers, trying to keep the moment light. âYouâve already thanked me like a hundred times over. You know I would do anything for you.â
Did heâdid he really just say that? Was that too intense? Do you now think heâs too intense?
Before he can start overthinking, your radiant smile washes over him once more, and he feels a weight lift from his shoulders.Â
âWhat you need to do now is enjoy the concert,â he says, trying to change the topic. âYouâll blink, and itâll be over.â
âYOUâRE THE BEST!â you yell once again, jumping in place before pointing at the stage. âLook, look! The performance team! Iâd miss my own wedding before I miss this. Have you seen Hoshi tonight? Heâs so hot, I swear to godâŚâ
Heâs well aware of your fondness for the K-pop groupâs performance team, particularly Hoshi. Youâve made it clear enough, and Soobin has never given it much thought.
As the concert pulses around him and he watches you scream your lungs out for the dancers in front of you, Soobinâs mind begins to wander, connecting dots he never realized were there. Taemin, Kai, Momo, âyour list of biases reads like a whoâs who of dancers. He remembers your comments about dance majors like that kid Hyunjin and his own friend Yeonjun. And now, here you are, gushing about Hoshi and the entire performance team with stars in your eyes. Heâs never, ever seen you like this.
As the gears in his mind whirl, he reaches for his phone, opening a familiar chat without hesitation.
---
The concert ended about two hours ago, and Soobin is currently looking down at his phone in the stall of the bathroom at the only Thai place opened at this hour. Heâs having the best time of his life with you, and it suddenly came to him that he must do everything in his power to get you. Hence why he scrolls until he finds the familiar name. Heâs positive heâs never pressed a button faster.
And he is a fast button presser, if you ask him.
âHey Soob, sorry I didnât call, just saw your text andââ the line answers after a few rings.
âTeach me how to dance,â he urges as soon as he hears Yeonjunâs voice.
âHey Yeonjun, how are you? Just peachy, thank you! What about you, my good friend? Iâm pretty great too, actually, just happy to say hi toââ
âHyung!â Soobin interrupts with a yell. âThis is a life-or-death situation! No time for this!â
âNo time to even say hello? After everything weâve been through?â Yeonjunâs joke echoes a bit. âBy the way, I just put you on speaker, and Taeâs here.â
âI donâtââ
âWhy did you just do that?â Taehyunâs voice interrupts Soobinâs from his own side of the phone.
âDid whaâ?â Soobin starts, but gets cut off again. He realizes Tae is not talking to him at all as he hears a conversation between his two friends on the other line.
âWhy did I do what?â He hears Yeonjun ask.
âYou just let him know Iâm on speaker as if youâre warning him.â
âWhat? What I would warn him about?â
âExactly!â Soobin hears Taehyun say, âI donât know what you two donât want to talk about while Iâm here.â
âAre you serious? Taehyunnie, is this what Iâm thinking? Because jealousy is not a cute look on you.â Yeonjun laughs. âWell, you know what? It might beââ
âSTOP!â Soobin yells into the phone. âIf someone needs to be warned about something, itâs me about your flirting.â
âWe are not flirting!â Taehyun yells on the line. âActually, you should be the one whoâs flirting. Arenât you on a date with Y/N right now? Why are you on the phone?â
âIt is not aâwell, I never specifically said the word date when I asked her toâyou know what? It doesnât matter! What matters is that thereâs an emergency!â
âAn emergency?â Yeonjunâs voice now sounds closer. âHyung, whatâs going on? Are you okay?â Taehyun continues.
âYes! An emergency! Thatâs literally the first thing I said!â
âYou neverââ
âAnd no! Iâm not okay! Iâm the protagonist of a tragedy, and the plot twist? Iâm not just ânot okayââIâm the complete opposite, like if âokayâ ran away and left me stranded in a dumpster fire of chaos.â
âUh-huh,â Taehyun hums, catching on to Soobinâs melodrama. âIf I recall, the very first thing you said was rudely demanding Yeonjun dance lessons. Honestly, Hyung, I donât know why we keep falling for this kidâs theatrics.â Soobin groans as hears Yeonjunâs light laugh in response, followed by a quiet, âyouâre right.â âAnd seriously, why do you even want to learn to dance? Didnât you have a strict âno dancingâ policy?â
âWell, that is why itâs an emergency. Like I said, a life-or-death situation. I need to revoke this policy and become the best dancer there is.â
âYouâre kidding.â
âI donât know how else to tell you how serious I am. Life or death, Yeonjun!â
âStop saying that! Youâre not dying. We'll talk about it later, JUST GET BACK TO HERâ
â
Soobinâs mind races as he walks you back to your place after dinner. Heâs hyper-aware of every step, every word that comes out of his mouth. Itâs like his brain is stuck replaying moments from the concert, analyzing every little thing you said or did.Â
âI still canât believe how close we were to the stage,â you say, your voice tingling with leftover concert adrenaline. âDid you see the way they moved? Hoshi is unreal!â
There it is again. Hoshi. The name has become a ghost haunting Soobinâs thoughts, a reminder that heâs no dancer. Heâs no Hoshi. But then you look at him with that smile, the one that makes his heart do a weird flip, and he almost convinces himself that you might feel the same way. Almost.
âYeah, heâs pretty good,â Soobin replies, trying to sound casual, but his voice comes out a little too high-pitched, a little too forced.
You glance at him, eyebrows raised in amusement. âPretty good? Soob, heâs like, one of the best dancers out there!â
He completely understands youâre being a fan and freaking out about seeing your favorite artists â just one week earlier he was crying at the mere sight of KARA performing in front of him (he tells everyone heâs a casual listener. Soobin has never been casual about a single thing in his life.)â but he canât help but run his mouth.
âYeah, yeah, I mean⌠sure. Heâs great,â Soobin stammers, âBut, you know, dancing isnât everything.â
You stop walking and turn to face him, your expression shifting to something more serious. Soobinâs heart sinks and heâs two second from permanently loosing it, really.
Why did he say that? What did it have to do with anything? Youâre going to think heâs crazy, worse, youâre going to tell him that you wish he were more like Hoshi, more like Yeonjun, that you need someone who can dance andâ
âNo, youâre right. Dancing isnât everything,â you say softly, taking a step closer to him. âSoobin.. I..I just wanted to tell you that didnât come to the concert just for Hoshi or the performance team or the group. I came because I wanted to be there with you.â
His heart skips a beat, and for a moment, hope flares up inside him. But then the little annoying-world ruiner- voice in his head creeps back in. Do you know? Oh my god, you must know he likes you and the stupid ass voice keeps whispering that maybe youâre just being polite, just trying not to hurt his feelings. Heâs Soobin, your cute, sweet old friend whoâs always there, but never the one youâre actually interested in.Â
You chuckle, a light, airy sound that sends a shiver down his spine. âI mean, sure, I appreciate good dancing. But youâre right, you know?â
He thinks that if he opens his mouth nothing good will come out of it, so he just nods and hs mind runs back on his earlier conversation with Yeonjun and Taehyun. The dance lessons. That is itâ when learns to dance, he can finally be the kind of guy youâd notice, the kind of guy youâd actually want.
You continue walking, and he falls into step beside you, his body catching up before his brain.
You glance at him out of the corner of your eye, wondering why he seems so distant all of a sudden.Â
âSoob,â you start, trying to break through whatever wall heâs put up, âdid you have fun tonight?â
âHuh? Oh, yeah! Definitely. It was awesome,â he replies, but even he sounds weird to his own ears. Heâs trying hard not to ruin a perfect night more than he already did but at this point heâll hold a grudge against himself for the rest of his life.
You stop again, this time taking his hand in yours to make him look at you. The warmth brings him back to reality, and he stares at you, wide-eyed and confused.
âAre you sure?â you ask, searching his face for any sign of whatâs bothering him.
He opens his mouth to say something, but the words get stuck in his throat. Youâre so so close, so so beautiful and all he can think about is how much he wants to kiss you, but heâs convinced you donât feel the same way. So, instead, he just nods, giving you a small, strained smile.Â
You sigh, dropping his hand, and for a split second, he wonders if he really did ruined everything. He might as well just dig a whole and crawl inside it, but you start walking again and he follows.
âOkay, but if somethingâs bothering you, you know you can tell me, right?â you say, trying to keep your tone light, even though youâre a little frustrated that he wonât open up.
âYeah, I know,â Soobin mumbles. Once again kicking himself mentally for not being able to just say whatâs on his mind and be a normal person.
The rest of the walk is filled with a comfortable silence, but itâs the kind that makes Soobinâs thoughts race even faster. Heâs so wrapped up in his own head that he doesnât notice the way you keep glancing at him, trying to figure out whatâs going on.
When you finally reach your door, you turn to him, your heart pounding in your chest. It looks like you want to say something and he hopes is not a revelation that you actually hate him for ruining a perfect night, but all that comes out is a soft, âGoodnight, Soobin. Thank you for everything. It was the best night ever.âÂ
âGoodnight, Y/N, im really gladâ he replies, his voice barely above a whisper.
You hesitate for a moment, then lean in to kiss his cheek.Â
âSweet dreams,â you say with a smile, before disappearing inside.
Soobin stands there, staring at the closed door, mind all fuzzy. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm down, but itâs no use. His critical thinking skills went away with you so he doesnât know what to think other than to become the best dancer youâve ever seen. Because heâs that dumb and because maybe, just maybe, if he does, youâll look at him the way you looked at Hoshi tonight.
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Somehow Soobin didnât make you not want to see him ever again so, the next day, you two are back at your place, ready to binge-watch this new drama Soobinâs been waiting to start since Beomgyu said it was the best thing he ever saw, but heâs having real trouble focusing on the screen. Every laugh, every breath, every time you shift closer, sends his heart racing.
You, on the other hand, are trying your best to get his attention. The way Soobinâs been acting lately is nothing less than confusing. One moment he's making dad jokes and making you laugh till your sides hurt, the next, he's lost in thought, as if heâs not even there.Â
Halfway through the episode, you stretch your arms above your head, letting out a dramatic yawn as you lean into Soobinâs side, your body brushing against his making his pulse quicken.
Soobin freezes, his eyes widening. "You okay?"
"Yeah," you murmur, nuzzling closer, "Just comfy. Is that alright?"
His heart pounds in his chest. "YEah! Comfy is⌠good."
âGood.â
A tense silence comes between you two and you can faintly feel the TV in the background, but neither of you really hears it. Youâre so close now that Soobin can feel your breath on his neck and he feel to himself that he needs to stop acting like a fourteen year old being alone with a girl for the first time now. Heâs convinced this is the moment where youâll feel how fast his heartâs beating and realize how hopelessly in love he is with you and then youâll freak out and itâll all be over and-
âYouâve been acting weird lately,â you say, âIs everything alright?â
Soobin nearly chokes on his own tongue. âMe? Weird? Nope not at all! Iâmâuhâtotally normal. JustâŚnormal Soobin... behavior.â He clears his throat, trying to play it cool, making you scoff a little.
You raise an eyebrow. âNormal, huh?â You shift even closer, your hand brushing his thigh. Soobin tenses, heat rushing to his face. âBecause youâve been acting like thereâs something's going on. Something youâre not telling me.â
âIââ Soobin starts, but you cut him off by placing your hand over his, your fingers lacing together. The simple gesture makes him shiver all over, and suddenly, word vomit is coming out out of his mouth before he can stop them. âYouâve been talking a lot about dancers lately.â
âDancers?â you repeat, genuinely puzzled.
âYeah, like Hoshi, and Taemin, andâand Yeonjun,â he says, the last name coming out quieter, almost like heâs embarrassed. But he already started and heâs not sure he can come back from that and from the confused look on your face, heâs sure he canât sink any lower. So he goes for it⌠as much as he can, anyway.Â
âI just thoughtâwell, I thought maybe you liked them. Like, really liked them. And Iâm not, you know, a dancer. So I thoughtâŚmaybe I should.. that you donâtâŚâ
Your eyes widen in surprise, and then you burst out laughing. Not the reaction Soobin was expecting. âYou think I donât like you because youâre not a dancer?â you manage to say between giggles. âSoobin, thatâs-- no! That's ridiculous!â
Soobinâs face turns bright red, and he pulls his hand away turning towards you completely âItâs not ridiculous,â he mutters, pouting slightly. âAnd itâs not just that, itâs about the whole vibe I bring to the function! I just⌠Iâm trying to be someone youâd actually like.â
You scoot closer, closing the gap he just created. âSoobin, I already like you. A lot. And not because of some dumb reason like dancing. I like you, Soobin.â
Soobin blinks, completely caught off guard. âYouâŚlike me? Despite⌠everything?â
âNo, Soobin. I donât like you despite everything you are, I do exactly because of it. I like pretty much everything about you.â
âReaâŚlly? Even the fact that I⌠have an⌠anime club membership?â
You roll your eyes playfully, your hand finding its way back to his thigh, your fingers trailing up his inner leg. âYes, Soobin, I like that too. Honestly, Iâve been trying to get you to notice for weeks now, but youâve been so oblivious! I was starting to think Iâd have to spell it out for you.â
âWell, you kinda do,â he says, still processing your words. âBecause Iâm clearly not the brightest when it comes to this stuff.â
You grin, your eyes glinting with mischief. âWell, then. How about I show you instead?â You lean in, your lips brushing against his ear as you whisper, âWould that help you understand?â
Soobinâs breath hitches, and he nods slowly. He thinks he might explode any second now. Is this really how he wants to die?
You move to straddle his lap, your hands resting on his shoulders as you look at him with a playful smile, and the answer is yes.
He stares at you, his hands hesitating at your waist, not quite believing this is real. âAre youâŚare you sure?â he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
âPositive,â you murmur, your lips inching closer to his. âIâve never been more sure of anything in my life.â
And just like that, you kiss Soobin.
He melts right into it and his brain registers it so, so slowly, and once it hits him that you are kissing him, â that he is kissing you,â his arms wrapping around you as he finally lets himself believe that this is real.
As the kiss deepens, you pull back slightly, your forehead resting against his as you both catch your breath. âSo,â you whisper, your fingers tracing small circles on his chest, âare you finally convinced?â
Soobin grins, his dimples on full display and his mind full of you. âYeah,â he says, his voice filled with awe. âI think I am.â
You smile back, leaning in for another kiss, but this time, Soobin surprises you by pulling you even closer, his lips moving against yours with a newfound confidence. The kiss turns more intense, your hands tangling in his hair as his grip on your waist tightens.
When you finally break apart, both of you are breathless, faces flushed with excitement. âIâm not going anywhere. Soobinâ you say, brushing a strand of hair away from his forehead.
Soobinâs breath is intense, his body reacting to your proximity and your voice. His hands roam up to your back, fingers pressing into your skin as he pulls you even closer, the heat between you growing almost unbearable.
You slide your body against his, your hips grinding slowly, deliberately, as your lips meet his once more in a passionate, fervent kiss. Soobinâs hands grip your hips, guiding you against him with a need that matches your own.
And as for the dance lessons? Well, Soobin might still take Yeonjun up on that offerâif only to keep up with your pace.
warnings: sub!beomgyu, sex (?) this contains smut, not proofread, MDNI, beomgyu pov-ish
a/n: no summary cause i couldn't tell you what this is about. this is my first time writing anything like this, i wrote it on my notes so im not sure how many words there are, i think too many, this is without a doubt too long, pls bear with me. also english is not my first language, if something doesn't make sense well idk figure it out pretty pls, thankssss đŤś
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"she's my girlfriend," beomgyu said, his expression a mask of utter sincerity.
his words hung in the air, the silence filled with unspoken questions.Â
yeonjun squinted at him, scrutinizing his face before glancing at taehyun then back at him. "so, you're saying⌠you have like a crush on her?"
an exasperated sigh escaped beomgyu. âwhat? no," he protested "i mean, yes? â he closed his eyes and said slowly âno⌠itâs like i said it. sheâs my girlfriend for real.â
the weight of his words hanged heavily and his friends remained speechless, drinks on their hands and stares like daggers. beomgyu shifted uncomfortably, unsure of what to do to stop them from looking at him like that.
"i just don't understand what's so surprising about it," he muttered, a pout forming on his lips.
â
choi beomgyu had always been the epitome of charisma. from his looks to his charm, whether he stepped into a crowded room or sauntered down a bustling street, all eyes gravitated toward him.
he was well-known and well-liked everywhere he went: university corridors, guitar lessons, basketball practice, even the corner store near his apartment. everyone is positively drawn in by his undeniable charm.
he likes to think he got that from his mother.
naturally, beomgyu thrives on the attention. the way people's faces lit up upon his arrival was a like drug he couldn't resist.Â
specially when he is so used to getting his way. never in a malicious or manipulative way, it was jut that asking was usually all it took to always obtaining whatever he wanted whenever he wanted it.
so, all things considered, he'd never struggled to draw the attention of those he found attractive. one could almost say he had his pick of the litter.
that is the reason why setting his sights on you should be the most foolish thing beomgyu has ever done in his entire existence. and yet, there he was, unable to resist the pull.
from the first time he met you, in his advanced music business class, it was as though you existed in a world entirely apart from his own. not responding to any of his advances honestly threw him off but he tried to look past it attributing it to a fleeting lapse or perhaps an uncharacteristic bad mood on your part.
but after you acted the same way the next time he tried talking to you, and the next, and the next, he couldnât help but take it personally.Â
he soon realized it wasn't merely a matter of wounded ego. from the very first meeting, he had mustered his most charming smile just for you. after all, he thought you might just be the prettiest girl he had ever seen in his life, and after just a few classes, he realized you were also one of the smartest people he knew. everything about you seemed to get his attention, like you were the main character in a movie he couldn't take his eyes off of.
so, whyy you, out of everyone, had to be the one to give him the cold shoulder like that? why couldnât he just like someone who liked him back?
either way, he soon came to find out thanks to his seat mate jun that your behavior was not uncommon.
he couldn't shake off the words his friend had offered in consolation: "don't sweat it, she's like that with pretty much everyone."
of course, in true beomgyu fashion, he couldn't help but sweat it.Â
he did pick up on your vibeânot shy at all, like he thought at first, but definitely serious and reservedâ but he wasn't accustomed to blending in with the crowd like that; being treated like âpretty much everyoneâ didn't sit right with him.Â
"it's all so high school," jun chuckled, shaking his head. "but people actually call her the ice queen.â
now it seems like getting on your good side might be a task for the gods.
good thing he is known for always getting what he wants.
âÂ
taking a sip of boba should never be this unpleasant. except that time he ordered matcha when he meant taro, beomgyu's boba runs are always a particularly happy time. right now though, it isnât going so well. especially when yeonjun goes "youâre fucking lying," for what must be the seven-hundredth time.
âi only lied when i told you that mesh shirt youâre wearing was a look.â
the older gasps, "take that back."
beomgyu then stands up and looks at the counter. there are only a couple of tapioca pearls left on his drink and he thinks he might ask for some more. are tapioca pearls refills allowed in this place? he doesnât think theyâre allowed anywhere, but he might as well ask.
throwing a pointed look at yeonjunâwho still looks mildly offendedâtaehyun tries again. "when did that even happen, beomgyu?"
entirely unfazed, he stirs his drink lazily and sits back down. "i only have like two tapioca pearls left."
"heâs talking about boba because heâs lying." yeonjun scoffs and beomgyu thinks he might punch him any second now.
"look, I donât know whatâs so unbelievable about me and Y/N being together when-"
"Y/N and me,"Â taehyun cuts him off.
"huh?"
taehyun takes a slow sip of his drink before explaining. "the correct way to say it is âY/N and me,â not âme and Y/N.â though, technically, it depends on the context of the sentence. like, both are grammatically correct, but âY/N and meâ is considered mo-"
"what on actual fucking earth are you talking about?"Â beomgyu stares at him
"i'm talking about the proper structure of-"
âthat is literally not important!â yeonjun interrupts them both with a loud voice, âcan we please stay on topic? why are you lying about y/n being your girlfriend beomgyu?â
beomgyu glares at yeonjun, throwing his straw to the trashcan right next to them. they came in quite late to the boba shop and didnât get the best table.
âfor the millionth time, yeonjun, iâm not lying!â he says with wide eyes. âwhat is it that you want? i can call her right now, put her on speaker and asker to tell you how much she likes me, yeah?â
yeonjun narrows his eyes at him, suspicious. âdo it.â
âyouâre fucking kidding me-âÂ
the door chimes and the olderâs attention is momentarily taken by the sound. beomgyu takes advantage of it and quickly sizes yeonjun's cup only to realize his mistake too late and have the matcha flavor assaulting his taste buds.
he chokes back a gag and itâs impossible for taehyun to not roll his eyes. he appears to be the only one inmune to beomgyuâs charm, consequences of their close friendship.
yeonjunâs laughter fills the air once he realizes what happened. âthatâs what you get,â he says.
âhow can you drink that?â
âmatcha is tasty,â yeonjun shrugs.
âmatcha is a gross,â beomgyu retorts, wrinkling his nose in distaste.
âthe way you are just unwilling to talk about it makes me think that yeonjun might be onto something,â taehyun looks up at him propping his chin on his hand.
âwhy would i lie about me being in a relationship with someone?â
âthat's what we want to know stupid," yeonjun says mockingly. "actually, why do you do half the thing you do?â
âyeonjun stop,â taehyun he says and then looks at this other friend, âbeomgyu, it is not really about you being in a relationship. it is about with who.â
âwhatâs is wrong with y/n?â he asks with a pout on his lips.
âoh nothing,â yeonjun scoffs. âexcept everyone says she is quite literally a bi-â
"watch it, yeonjun,.â beomgyu cuts him off coldly with a hint of seriousness in his tone that wasnât there before
yeonjun raises his eyebrows, frankly surprised "i was just going to say she's quite literally a big fan of not making friends,â he finishes instead, eyes wide.
taehyun intervenes swiftly, sensing the tension rising. "beomgyu," he began way softer that the other two, "i'm not doubting your feelings, but we kind of know y/n's reputation. she's known for being... distant, self-centered even. i just don't want to see you get hurt because you're too trusting."
taehyun's words struck a chord with beomgyu, but before he could respond, yeonjun chimed in, his voice filled with remorse. "he's right, gyu," he admits, a hint of regret on his tone. âand i'm sorry about before. but still, you need to be careful. y/n... people have tried to get close to her before, and it hasn't gone well."
beomgyu's heart sank at yeonjun's words with the weight of their implications settling heavily on him.
"look," he begins, "y/n is different, okay? she's not like anyone else i've ever met. and maybe i haven't been completely open about it because... because i know how you guys get. but i mean it when i say iâve known her like other people havenât. she is amazingâ
there's a pause as beomgyu searches for the right words," she's nothing like that âice queenâ corny, nonsense everyone is always talking about. I just wish you guys would give her a chance."
as the trio leave the place, beomgyu sips on his refilled boba. turns out they definitely donât do refills, but of course the staff made an exception. âjust for you,â theyâd said.
he even got a new straw.
â
âand thatâs my problem how?â you ask with straight expression.
the girl in front of you stumbles over her words, her voice quivering as she tries to play it off with a quiet laugh. "i-iâm not saying it's your problem," she began cautiously. "but, like, your signature could totally convince mr. yang to extend the due date. if we all get on board, he'd have to at least consider it. please?â
"no," you reply.
âwhat?" she blinks, caught off guard. "i mean, iâm sorry?"Â
leaning back, taking a sip of your iced coffee, you return your gaze to your book. âyouâre good,â you say in an almost nonchalant tone. "iâd just rather not be disturbed while iâm reading.â
"i'm not apologizing to you!" she snaps before taking a deep breath. "i justâwhy not? it literally doesnât hurt you at all to sign? we really need your help y/n. it will even give you more time to finish your own stuff.â
"already finished it,â you say, not even making eye contact.
she lets out a surprised squeak, but recovers quickly.
"well, i guess that's cool for you," she mutters. " but we really need your signature or mr. yang won't even look at the petition.âÂ
nothing from your part.
mr. yang was a no-nonsense professor who smelled of tobacco and liked to look at everyone over his glasses as to remind you he is much more smarter than you. he hands out tough tasks, but always provides the necessary materials to complete them. though you weren't his favorite student, and he certainly wasn't your favorite teacher, you excelled in his class, meeting his high expectations. but you worked hard to get things done.
"look,â she tries one more time, âi know you're really smart, but some of us are really⌠struggling.â she sighs sadly. âit's taking forever to get through the text he sent, you know? if we all, like, come together and help each other out, we could totally make it happen. team effort. what do you say?"
once again she was met with silence.
"y/n?"
anna, the heroine in your book, seems genuinely tormented and youâre really starting to feel bad for her. if only she didnât chose the red door. the blue door was the obvious right choice, but she decided to be adventurous. now, she will probably die. can vampires die? of course they can, you remember. for example, in twilight, you have to cut them in little pieces and-
"hello?! earth to y/n?" you hear a loud voice in front of your face.
you glance up. right, the âhelp us change the due dateâ girl from your class. canât really say you remember her name.Â
âyou're still here?" you ask flatly. can people get any more annoying?Â
"oh my god, seriously?!" she practically yells this time. "i can't believe you're such a bitch!"
suddenly, and before things could escalate further, beomgyu steps in, appearing from around the hallway "whoa, why are we yelling" he asks, his guitar hanging on his shoulder. âwhat's going on?â
he could hear the shouting from a distance, but the details were lost to him.
on the other hand, you think beomgyu looks exceptionally good today. his dark, long hair framing his beautiful face, and eyes so deep and brown, pouty lips, you can not wait to get him aloneâŚ
"hey, beomie," you greet him with a smile. "nothing much. ready to leave?"
you've been waiting for him to finish his composition class. your own class got cut short, and you were ready to head home, but beomgyu insisted on spending the rest of the day with you, asking if you could wait for his class to end.
there's someone you can't say no to, and that's choi beomgyu, you've come to realize.
without waiting for an answer, you toss your book into your bag, grab your iced coffee, and take his hand, leading him towards the exit. your classmate watches you with wide eyes, speechless with incredulity. beomgyu glances back a little confused, offering her an apologetic smile and a quick wave as if to to smooth things over.
once outside, hand in hand, beomgyu asks carefully, "what was that?"
"oh, nothing at all,â you brush it off.
"she seemed mad," he remarks, and you stop in your tracks, making him stumble a little.
"did she? i didn't notice," you say, teasingly. "but i did notice i haven't kissed you yet."
with a playful glint in your eyes, you reach up and gently pull him down by the collar of his shirt, closing the distance between you as your lips meet in a slow, lingering kiss. beomgyu sighs contentedly, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer.
"you're the sweetest," he whispers against your lips, screaming girls all forgotten.
â
âlook at this video i took on saturday,â hao leans over the table to show a clip to beomgyu as they sit with a couple of his classmates at the uni cafe. beomgyu recognizes the place on the video as the han river, and the performers on the clip as a dance team yeonjun showed him before.
âoh, i know them!â he says with a big smile, âtheyâre sooo good. donât you think they should be like performing on music videos or something?â
âthey should,â hao agrees. âiâve seen them on tiktok though, and theyâre making really big numbers.â
âoh shit, yeah, me too! i keep telling y/n to come with me to see them whenever yeonjun tells me they have a showcase.â
this caught the attention of gina, a girl from his music production class âiâm sorry, but i still can't believe you're with her, gyu.â she remarks shaking his head incredulously.Â
beomgyu looks up from his phone to give her a questioning look, âwhat?â
âah, sheâs rightâ hyunjin says next to them through bites of his ham sandwich, "i mean, she's smoking hot, but she's also a total ice queen."
beomgyu rolls his eyes. "not the high school nicknaming, pleaseâ he says irritated âshe is not an ice anything, you calling her that is cringe. and iâll have you know she is really sweet, actually.â
"sweet? seriously, beomgyu?" hyejin chimed in, eyebrows raised in disbelief. "every time i've tried talking to her, she acts like i don't even exist."
âsh-â
"yeah, and remember when she snapped at mark for accidentally bumping into her? it was like she thought she was too good to even say sorry."
âbut-âÂ
"and what about that time she ignored seungminâs text asking for help with the assignment? she could have at least replied!â
beomgyu's heart sank as he listened to his friends.
âremember last week? what she did to lila? the stuff with the signatures? honestly, she is such a bitch sometimesâŚâ
before beomgyu could respond, you happened to walk past their table, expression colder than usual. hearing only part of the conversation and misinterpreting it, you shot beomgyu a hurt look, assuming he was trash talking you, and quickly walked away without a word.
"great, now she thinks we're all talking behind her back," gina mutters with her eyes flicking nervously toward you as you walk off.
beomgyu stands up abruptly, âyou know what? thatâs exactly why she doesnât get close to any of you,â he says, voice low but firm. âyou all love to run your mouths, but when it comes down to it, you canât even look at her in the eyes. donât talk about her like that again. if i hear it once more, i swear i wonât just walk away.â
glaring at all of them, he turns sharply, striding out of the cafĂŠ without a word. outside, he quickens his pace, determined to catch up to you and make things right before it's too late.
â
the doorbell rings incessantly, echoing through the hallway as beomgyu refuses to give up. he followed you from the school building to your apartment, his apologies relentless, his determination evident in every step, but despite his efforts, you continued to ignore him.
now in front of your door, beomgyu knows he's pushing it, but the thought of you hating him now drives him crazy. with each ring of the doorbell, he feels a surge of desperation, making him want to rip all his hair out.Â
ringing the bell and knocking on the door with urgency, he's fully aware that he's risking disturbing the neighbors, they may even call the police.
but beomgyu will risk going to jail for you, he thinks.
the door suddenly swings open with a sharp smack, and you're finally standing there "knock it off!" you yell with frustration evident in your voice.
despite you glaring at him, heâs just glad to see your face.
"i'm sorry," beomgyu blurts out, his words coming out in a rush. âbut i am sorry you had to listen to that, not sorry because i was agreeing with them or anything, because i didnât. i swear i didnât. i was actually telling them how amazing and sweet you are- i always do, you know that. theyâre not even my friends anymore! i ended things with them i let them know- oh fuck, i always talk about how perfect you are, how youâre the best person iâve ever met in my life, and i'm just-god, iâm just so lucky to have you! you donât understand, i need you to know that! i love you more than anything, and i donât care what anyone else says, i donât care what they think because youâve always been nothing but good to me, and iâm not gonna let them make you think otherwise"
his words spill out in a jumbled mess, but the sincerity in his voice is unmistakable.
you stare at beomgyu, your expression neutral, as his words hang in the air between you. his eyes search yours desperately and, for a moment, he thinks he might have finally pushed you too far, that his rambling confession may have been a mistake.
but then, without warning, you break the tension with two simple words. "come in," you say.
relief floods beomgyu's features as he exhales a shaky breath, the weight lifting from his shoulders. without hesitation, he steps through the doorway, the sound of the door clicking shut behind him.
â
an hour or two passed and now beomgyu is sitting right in front of you, in your bed, with red cheeks in anticipation.Â
âbeomie, do you think iâm a bitch?â you ask with a teasing pout on your lips.
âno! no, no, no i donâtâ he responds, looking up at you with puppy eyes, long lashes and a slight frown on his face
âcorrect,â you concede, putting his hair behind his ear softly âyou were dying for me to even look at you, beomie, so i did. how can i be a bitch when i give all you the attention you so desperately beg from me?â
beomgyu exhales, clearing his throat to prevent himself for making any noise. you look down at him, his dark hair, indolent eyes and pouting lips. so pretty, just for you.
âanswer me.âÂ
âyouâre not, you are so good to me, youâre always so good to me.â he whines, but somehow his voice gets lower. aching to touch you, but keeping his hands on his side, just like he was told.
"that's right" you move down, slowly positioning yourself to straddle his lap. he feels the heat of your body against him, every movement making him burn with anticipation âiâm so good to youâŚâ you concede as you tap him to lift his hips and reach out with confident fingers taking his pants off. you pause halfway, though. a teasing smirk playing on your lips. "but, do you deserve it, beomie?" you ask, your tone laced with mock concern.
beomgyu's breath escapes him in rapid bursts, too stunned to speak, but he knows better than not to answer you.
âno..â he chockes out âi donât deserve it, donât deserve you.â
âyouâre right, you donât deserve any of it,â you remind him, âgood thing iâm so wonderful and sweet right?â you mock as you shove the rest of his pants down and underwear down in a quick motion.Â
his cock comes up against his stomach, twitchy and veiny and your mouth is watering at the sight in front of you, wanting nothing more than for him to cum down your throat. but today is not the day.
beomgyu chews down hard on his lip and closes his eyes at the feeling of you liberating his length. heâs always been too sensitive, but with you he feels like itâs always the first time.
âopen your eyes, beomie,â you tell him. âi want you to see and remember what you have to be grateful for.â
he opens his eyes in an instant just for him to watch you kneel down and slowly wrap your mouth around his tip. he sucks in a a hiss and letâs out a groan when you draw your lips with a light pressure down his cock until he hits the back of your throat, only to come back up and leave a trail of saliva along the way.
âfuuck,â he lets out with a trembling breath. âoh my godâ
you put him on your mouth again and swirl your tongue around him, he hits the start of your throat once again and slide up and down, up and down. you wrapped your lips around his tip one more time before running the flat of your tongue up his cock slowly as you stare directly into his eyes,
beomgyu is a mess of flushed skin and teary eyes and canât stop whimpering at the feeling and sight of you using your mouth on him, he swallows, throat dry and bites his bottom lip to prevent him from spluttering nonsense.
âi don- donât know if i can- fuuuck- i- i canât.. canât hold it, fuck y/n , youâre so- so good to me-âÂ
with his hands on your hair loosing himself to the feeling of your mouth on him, you canât help but moan on his cock as you can already taste his pre-cum on your tongue, threatening to spill past your lips. you take you mouth off of him. âbeomie, donât cum yet-â you say between licks, before spitting on him, lubricating and using your hand instead â- baby, hold it in, not yet.â
âi- i canât, i canâtâ he cries and you stop, his chest going up and down aggressively before lifting his face to look at you. lips red and shinny from biting hard and cheeks rosy from all the pleasure. you think he has never look this pretty.
he sits up trembling, looking at you you slide your drenched panties off. then you straddle his lap once again, looking at his red erection up and proud, tip right at your entrance, and without any warning, you take his cock in your hand go down on him inch by inch, his arms coming around your torso in desperation as you hold yourself up wrapping yours around his neck, holding each other so close you could feel eachotherâs heartbeat.
you completely sink down on him and you both gasp, automatically making you clench around him.
âfuuck, babyâ beomgyu hissed. his hands coming down to your waist to keep you in place, heâs afraid he would cum in a second if you moved an inch. âdonât move, pleaseâ
so, you raised your hips and you both let out a breathy moan as you sat back down again. he whines.
âyou can do it beomie, hold it babyâ you purr in his mouth. repeating the action again and again. âdonât you want me to fuck you?âÂ
âye- yes please,- fuuuck yesâ he cries, holding you close. always eager to please, he lets you do as you want. obeying you just in time for him to become a whimpering mess.
it was embarrassing, really, how affected he got in literal seconds. and you, with the sensation of having his cock filling you up, couldnât help but use him like a toy.
âgood boy,â you sing softly, breath hitching. âgood, good boy. i knew you would let me use you like this. kne- knew you would like to make me happy. right beomie? because you love me? you want to- oh my godâ you whine, bouncing up and down on him with urgency, felling him thus up to meet you halfway. âyou want to make me feel goodâ
beomgyu feels like fire inside you, feeling you squeezing him so tight he feels himself closer and closer. he takes his hand from your waist to massage your breasts, knowing how sensitive your nipples are, making you sigh, earning him a kiss so lewd heâll dream about it. âyes, thank you, please,â he cries, âi want- i want-â
âyou canât even talk beomie!â you chuckle dryly, âwh-what would your friends say if they saw you like this? huh?â you whispered on his mouth, the feeling so good its sending your blood rushing to your head as you keep fucking him stupid.
âtheir proud, confident beomgyu is just- fuckâ you gasp at the feeling of his lips closing around your nipple, âjust a dirty slut? huhâ you throw your head back to give him more access as you continue to bounce on his cock â a begging little whore is what you are beomieâ
he feels himself closer and closer, your dirty talking sending him over the edges he pleads, âjust for you, i swear is just for you, i love youâ
âgood boyâ you panted on his mouth again, feeling the sensation of your orgasm looming over your body and beomgyu was hit with the staggering force of his release as he came inside you, calling out your name in pleading gasps.
you blinked almost sleepily, looking down at your boyfriend and his post-fuck look, a small smile on his face as you leaned down to place a little kiss on his nose.
âlove you too, pup.â you sighed.
â
not matcha, but not taro, either.
beomgyu feels like trying something new as he looks at the menu. the scent of sweet tapioca and freshly brewed tea surrounds you two and he thinks this is exactly what dreams are made of, yet deciding on just the right drink feels like an impossible task right this second.
so he scans the menu, his eyes flickering between the various options. yeonjun said their new horchata drink was good, but he doesnât trust yeonjunâs taste.
âdo you know what youâre ordering?â he asks you with big, round eyes.Â
you can't help but notice how his eyes resemble tapioca pearls â "just iced coffee," you reply with a hint of amusement.
âright,â beomgyu chuckles, realizing he should have guessed as much.
suddenly, the girl behind the counter approaches you, her bright smile matching the cheery vibe of the boba shop. "hi there! can i help you?" she chirps.
beomgyu's attention shifts to her, âoh! yes yes, just a secondâ he responds, his eyes scanning the menu once more.
"well, our special today is the pina colada boba blast," the girl continues with a playful tone "it's sweet, refreshing, and i guarantee you it will leave you wanting more!â
beomgyu looks up, and before he could respond, you step forward, "we'll figure it out ourselves, thanks," you say curtly.
the girl's smile falters slightly. "o-okay, let me know if you need any help," she mumbles, retreating to the safety of the register.
"come on, babe, she was just doing her job," beomgyu says, chuckling a little and reaching for your hand. "but i think is time for me to finally admit⌠there's something kind of hot about you being mean."
you rolled your r eyes, but a small smirk tugged at the corners of your lips. you figured that much way before he did âiâm not being mean, beomie,â you still say, feigning ignorance âi truly donât know what youâre talking about.â
beomgyu grins, feeling a surge of affection for the girl by his side. as they placed their order and settled into a cozy corner of the boba shop, he couldn't help but think how happy he was to have you, even if you did have a bit of a mean streak.
went back to this after a while only to realize how bad It actually is ohmygod I changed a bunch of stuff and almost deleted the smut part because I specially hate it lmaoo how can you all do this đ
pairing: idol!beomgyu x fem!soldier reader
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Summary: The world didnât end with a bang. It ended with a whisper, a deadly virus creeping through the streets, turning the living into something⌠monstrous.
It was supposed to be a mission. Get in. Get out. Rescue the five a-list boys holed up deep in the city of Seoul. But nothing in this new, broken world is simple anymore.
The dead donât scare you as much as his starry eyes doâdeep brown eyes that make you question if youâre the one who needs saving, after all.
warnings!: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. apocalypse!, survival!, blood!, character!deaths, zombies!, descriptions of!killing, gore!, attempted!sa, menace!reader, anxiety!attacks, signs of!pstd, cursing!, side oc characters, reader has her own last name, pov being switched from reader to beomgyu, mini timeskips, drunk-in-love beomgyu, emotional-baggage, let me know if I missed any! (not proofread, first fic.) smut!warnings: fingering!, oral!fem receiving, missionary, unprotected, slightbody!worship.
wordcount: 30k
notes: Whenever I saw writers call their fic their "baby," I used to wonder what that really felt like. Now here I am, sharing my first-ever ficâmy babyâwith all of you. Itâs far from perfect; I know that. But isnât that the beauty of writing? I believe we all have room to grow, and so do I.
This fic is inspired by two things I hold dear; Beomgyu (and TXT as a whole) and the idea of finding love in the middle of an apocalypse. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed creating it.
taglist: I just want to say I love you. thank you for giving this story a chance. @beomiracles @agustdiv1ne @binluvsu @saejinniestar @haowonbins @vampzity @usuallyunlikelyfox @gyu-tori @xodidarks @tubasmiracle @hyunelixbun @woncheecks @lovingbeomgyudayone @beomsdoll @baekberrie @parkweylyn @lun4mizuka @lilbrorufr @no1likemybbgcharlie
Saying the military "protects the nation" always felt like a hollow statement to youâsomething neat and rehearsed, meant for recruitment ads or patriotic speeches, you came to understand it all too well after years of service. Life is fragile, easily dismissed with a single command, and the concept of disobedience isnât even an option.
You follow orders, make decisions, and carry out tasks already mapped out for you and your team. The oath you swore binds you to honour whatever higher-ups deem necessary for the greater good, no matter the cost. It matters not, even if it costs your life. Thatâs how it is.
You've lived like that for as long as you can remember, and sometimes you wonder if itâs that very beliefâan unwavering foolâthat drove you to become the soldier you are. You know by now that it will also be the very reason for your end someday.
The sound of banging at the door jerks you awake. Your eyes strain in the pitch-black darkness of the barracks. You think you mightâve slept, but it doesnât feel like itânot really. More like you were just drifting in and out of consciousness, never quite at rest.
"Park. Roll Call." You blinked, scrunching your face. The pounding on the door didn't let up, insistent as ever, making it clear there was no chance of them stopping.
"I'm up." You shouted. The cool floor met your bare feet, and you groggily reached for your shoes tucked neatly underneath. Your eyes flicked briefly to the small bottle of sleeping pills on the bedside table. It sat there like an accusation, a stark reminder of the restless hours you spent last night. The tossing, the turning, the damp sheets sticking to your skin as you wrestled with the silence that refused to grant you peace.
You exhaled, rubbing a hand over your face. The pillsâfelt like the only option. You stared at the bottle, before grabbing it and slipping it into your bag.
Opening the door, you found yourself face to face with a smirking Do-hyun. "Good morning," he said, tone laced with sarcasm. "Except itâs 2:30 a.m. and weâve got urgent business. Captainâs called us. Did not say anything about it."
"Must be top secret," you muttered, wincing as the harsh overhead light hit your face. You tried to tame your hair, pulling it into a sloppy ponytail. "C'mon."
You fell into step beside Do-Hyun, the sound of your boots hitting the floor echoing down the empty hallways of the garrison. Your shoulders brushed as you walked, the quiet around you almost unsettling. It was way too earlyâor maybe too lateâfor anyone to be this awake.
Seeing a few other soldiers from different units, you saw the same thing: them stumbling into their shoes, eyes half-closed, still caught somewhere between sleep and whatever had pulled them out of bed.
Your boots thudded against the floor with each step. Everyone knows the drillâsoon enough, you'd find out what the mission was. Probably something you werenât supposed to ask too many questions about. Face set in a hard, businesslike expression, you could feel another one coming. Another duty. Another unknown.
"This must be a big one," you muttered, scanning the growing crowd of fighters being herded into place. It was rare to see⌠this many called out at once. "How many teams are they assembling?"
"I donât know," Do-Hyun replied with a tired sigh, clearly irritated. "I should be asleep, dreaming about anything other than this, but here we are." Early-morning chaos is the only thing that can get under his skin.
You followed him as he turned left down another corridor. People started staring as you passedâfrom other squads, lingering on the two of you. They knew. They knew who you were.
Black berets. Special Commands Unit. Infamous. You didnât need to say it aloud; everyone already knows. The reputation of efficiency, precision, and something elseâsomething darker. Your team never, ever failed. Your team didnât just complete missions. You annihilated them.
That reputation followed you everywhere. You could still feel the weight of their gazesâsome filled with admiration, others with something harder to read, maybe even a little fear. It wasnât new. Youâd felt it for years, people looked at you like you were a hero or a big, bad warning.
You were used to it by now.
When you finally enter into the room where your team usually gathers, the moment your eyes land on the team commander, you and Do-yun both instinctively, snap to attention, "Captain Joon. Park Y/N and Jung Do-yun, reporting."
"At ease. Sit down," Captain Joon responds, tone as calm as ever, looking at you directly as if assessing your state. You lower your salute, glancing around at the rest of your teammates already seated. Looks like youâre the last to arrive.
You make your way to an empty seat, crossing your legs as you also folded your arms, leaning back for comfort. You catch the faintest glance from another one of your teammates, Eun-woo, who raises an eyebrow at you but says nothing.
Captain Joon stands at the front, pacing back and forth, usual self missing. He opens his mouth, then stops, words not coming. He closes it again, staring ahead. Itâs strange to see him hesitate like thisâitâs not like him at all.
"Alright," he starts, avoiding anyone for eye contact. "Weâve got a new mission. Itâs⌠a lot different than what we usually have." You uncross your arms and lean forward without thinking, drawn on the word "different." Thereâs something about itâhis tone, his hesitation, maybeâthat makes your stomach clench.
He continues, "This oneâs high-risk. We donât know exactly what weâre walking to. Weâve got intel, but itâs shaky at best; All I know is thereâs a virus spreading. Not like Corona. No, itâs not like that. This one⌠it turns people into something, not human. They becomeâ" He stops, words hanging in the air. "âthey kill.. They attack. And they spread it to others. Itâs not confirmed yet, but it will be. Soon."
He doesnât wait for any further response. "We move out in an hour or two. We will be assigned to a specific mission in the middle of this. Get your gear ready. Dismissed." Six pairs of eyes follow him as he exits, leaving a heavy silence in the room. It's cold. It almost feels unrealâlike something out of a movie.
Youâd been to other countries, thrown into the thick of itâdealing with terrorists, and a hundred other ways to die. After all the things youâd seen, all the wars youâd fought, the idea of a virus outbreak was not the kind of fight you were used to.
"So, a virus? Like zombies?" Seo-junâs voice breaks the stillness. He stands up, eyes wide with disbelief.
"It's medically impossible." Beom-seok replied, shaking his head, "Or at least⌠it should be." he added, almost to himself.
"If it's a virusâthen what? How are we, supposed to stop that? A plan on how? Is there going to be a⌠vaccine? Some cure?"
You stand up, movement so subtle yet enough to make the others still, their attention turning to you. "Weâll figure it out," you say, voice firm. You lean back against the table, crossing your arms, "We always do. Whatever it is, weâll handle it."
Do-hyun shoots you a look, then nods, his expression unreadable. "Right," he says. "Weâll deal with it."
The words hang in the air, and the newly shut door swings open with a loud noise, making everyone turn. A figure stands in the doorway, breathless. "Did you guys see the news?"
"Did you see the news?"
Yeonjunâs hands were trembling as he shoved his phone into Taehyunâs hands, practically forcing him to look. On the screen was a livestreamâa news broadcast, but not the usual kind.
Taehyun blinked, his half-asleep face confused as his eyes adjusted to the screen. He stared, his breath catching when he realized what he was watching. Heâd never been a fan of gore or horror, and this felt like bothâworse, even. The video was chaos: people running, screaming, blood everywhere. Limbs tangled and barely escaping the streets. The sounds of panicâraw, animalisticâclawed at his nerves. He shivered, his voice coming out barely above a whisper. "Is this⌠a new movie or something?"
Yeonjun swallowed hard, his grip tightening on the phone as he snatched it back, his fingers quickly tapping away at the screen. "No," he said, voice low, "Itâs from.. SBS."
"A drama from SBS?" Taehyun asked, still trying to make sense of what he had just seen.
"No," Yeonjun shook his head quickly. "News live stream. It's been trending. Saw it a couple of minutes ago." Panic flared across his face as he started typing furiously, sending messages to his mom. Where are you? Are you safe? Please reply. His heart pounded with every second of silence that followed.
As the phone screen glowed with his continuous text, the sound of a door creaking open interrupted. Soobin stepped out of the bathroom, checking the two of them that seemed frozen in place. "What happened?" he asked, voice laced with concern.
The question was left unanswered when Yeonjunâs phone suddenly rang. A small spark of relief flaring up in his chestâonly for it to fade just as quickly.
It wasnât from his mom. It's their manager, "Hello?"
Taehyun got up to get his own phone, his movements stiff. Soobin stayed by Yeonjunâs side, eyes flicking between the phone in Yeonjun's hand and his faceâfilled with anxious expression.
"Heâll speak to you. He wants to," Yeonjun said, meeting Soobin's gaze. His voice was uncertain. Yeonjun did not want to miss out on anything, but the manager had already requested for their leader. Soobin nodded, catching the worry in the latter's eyes. He offered a soft tone, "You can put it on speaker."
"Okay, listen up. I donât know whatâs really happening, but itâs dangerous, very dangerous out there. Itâs⌠people eating people. Do not let anyone leave the house. All five of you. You've just had your groceries dropped, right?"
"Yeah, but whatâsâ" Yeonjunâs voice cracked, but the manager cut him off.
"Again, I donât know much. None of us do. We heard the presidentâs about to announce martial law over this. The militaryâs locking down the city. You canât go anywhere. All you need to do is stay inside. Help will come. When they get there, theyâll say my name. Youâll know itâs them." Hands trembled slightly as he held the phone, fighting the urge to hang up and try calling his mom again. Soobin saw it, his own anxiety spiking so he stepped closer, placing a steady hand on Yeonjunâs shoulder then taking the phone from his shaky grip.
"How long do we have to stay here?" Soobin whispered. "What about our families? Theyâre out there too."
"I donât know," came the reply, the voice on the other end. "This started in Seoul, based on the news. The militaryâs setting up safe zones in every city around you. Theyâll be protected. But no one can get in or out until things settle. Just⌠stay inside. Iâll keep you updated when I can-" The line went dead. They stared at the phone, signal bar disappearing completely.
"What are we going to do now?" They heard Kai mutter. Heâd stepped out of his room after hearing the commotion. "Hiyyih is out here in Seoul too."
"I donât have a signal now either," Soobin said, glancing at his own phone, face tightening as soon as he saw missed calls from his dad, his mom, and his sister, brother. He has missed their calls. With a frustrated sigh, he grabbed the TV remote and switched it on, only to be met with a busy signal. The screen flickered, in bold letters, the message appeared:
STAY INDOORS. ANY SIGNS OF WOUNDS, FEVER, OR VIOLENT BEHAVIORâISOLATE IMMEDIATELY.
He started flipping through the channels, to see something different. But each station showed the same warning. Taehyun returned, his face heavy with worry. "I got through to my mom, but she was crying too much to say anything. Just told me to stay safe."
Yeonjun was silent. He didn't know what to do, unsure if this was some elaborate prank. Looking around the room, suddenly realised something. "And where the hell is Beomgyu?"
"Sleeping."
A scream pierced the air outside the dorm room, making all of them jump in shock. Kai was the first to react, quickly moving toward the door and peering through the peephole. For a brief moment, there was nothingâjust eerie silence. Then, a thump echoed, followed by continuous pounding on the steel door.
"Help!" The voice outside cried, voice hoarse. Shuffling was heard.
"Kai, get here!" Soobin hissed, Kai moved back, frozen in place, gaze still fixed on the door. Slowly, he crossed the room, his footsteps making no sound, cautious as he approached the youngest. He then grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back, away from the door. "Stay away from the door,"
Four men stood paralyzed, eyes wide and locked on the door, afraid that it might open, every muscle tense. The door vibrated with each pound from the other side, and the sound of another scream sent a chill down their spines.
Waiting in terrified silence, hoping whatever was outside would stop.
Yeah. They definitely shouldnât go outside.
It had been seventy-two hours since the government declared the state of emergency.
Seventy-two hours, since the virus outbreak hit the public, and almost everything began to spiral out of control. Your team had been pushed from one task to the nextâhelping transport, fortifying armoury barricades, trying to keep the city standing. You feel like you couldn't even have time to blink.
Nothing seemed to stand a chance against the speed of the virus.
The radio crackled to life, its voice cutting through the tense silence. "Itâs reported that some cases have been found outside of Seoul too."
You swallowed, the water in your canteen suddenly feeling too heavy in your mouth. Your rifle was strapped to your backâknives tucked into your pockets pulled at your clothes, a grim necessity. Your backpack packed with supplies, pulled at your shoulders.
The blood on the streets made your face contort. It wasnât just the sight of itâit was the knowledge that innocent people, civilians, were the ones whoâd ended up here. It was their blood staining the ground, their lives cut short. In just seventy-two hours, this outbreak had become a full-blown mad nightmare. It was real, right hereâheavy, like the world had already started to fall apart around you.
"How long?" you asked, trying to shake the unease gnawing at your stomach.
"The report came in an hour ago," came the response. An hour. Sixty minutes. Thatâs all it took for the virus to spread. An hour, it was no longer just the city.
"Thereâs still some armory left in this area," Captain Joon says, brushing off the latest intel your team just received. "We need to clear this out, then head back to camp for the next mission."
You slip the water bottle back into the side pocket of your backpack and tilt your head back, stretching out any stiffness. It's been almost twenty-four hours since you last slept.
"Ju-won will come with us."
"The newbie?" Ji-ho raises an eyebrow.
But the thing is, heâs not really a newbie. The military doesnât just let anyone into the special command unitâyou have to be overqualified to even get a chance. People are reacting this way because itâs been years since anyone new has joined. Theyâre not used to it. The whole thing feels a little odd.
The boy walks forward. You glance at him, and itâs clear right away. The way his body stiffens when he sees seven seasoned soldiers in front of himâhe canât be more than twenty. But, something about the way he carries himself catches your attention. His eyes donât drop, not even for a second. Thereâs no sign of hesitation or backing down, even as the rest of you appraise him, silently evaluating his physical presence. Itâs almost as if he expects to be here, like he belongs.
He's got guts.
"Captain," he saluted, "Min Ju-won. Sent from Unit Two to provide additional assistance. Engineering."
Captain Joon gave a quick nod, his eyes briefly shifting to you. "Stick with Y/N." Ju-won lowered his salute and jogged over to where you stood.
"We leave in 10 minutes,"
Seo-jun let out a low whistle, looking over Ju-won with a grin. "Well, look what we got here. A kid at the end of the world. What a nice day it is." The sarcasm in his voice hung in the air as he effortlessly adjusted his M4.
"Ignore him. He's a twat," you muttered, clicking your tongue and feigning an attempt to kick Seo-jun's leg for his comment.
Ju-won, just smiled and waved it off, his eyes still locked on you with an almost admiration. "It's alright," he said quickly. "Y/N⌠then I must be looking at the black beret's most skilled team engineer and sharp-shooter."
"Damn right, she is," Do-Hyun chimed in, grinning as he playfully ruffled your hair. You slapped his hand away, the motion half-hearted but familiar.
The wind howled as the cargo truck went down the rugged road, the engine's hum barely audible over the gusts. Beom-Seok was at the wheel, while Captain Joon sat in the passenger seat, checking the horizon. The other six of you were crammed in the back, weapons ready.
You could feel that someone was watching you. You turned your head to the right, and sure enough, there he wasâJu-won, looking at you with an expression that was oddly calm for a day like this. You chewed absently on the sweet gum in your mouth.
"Iâve always heard your name, even when I was still training," he said almost embarrassed, but there was a hint of respect in his words, "A lot of us admire your skills. We even know your scheduleâlike when you will drop off at the headquarters."
"Yeah?" You raised an eyebrow, curious but not particularly moved. "What am I supposed to do with that?"
Ju-won grinned, unfazed. "And, of course, your temper is well-known too."
You snorted at that. Of course, it was. You'd made more than one higher-up nearly pass out with your snark and disregard.
Most of them acted like you were supposed to kiss their feet, even though they barely had the skills to back it upâjust a good last name and a father in a high place. Lucky bastards. They got used to itâeventually.
Ju-won seemed to pause, thinking for a moment. "I want to be like you."
It caught you off, staring at him, no response from your lips. Who would want to be as miserable? Who in the right mind would? No one should have to carry this kind of burden, no one but you.
"You donât know anything," you said, right after seconds of silence. "Trust me, you donât."
Ju-won didnât seem discouraged by your bluntness. Instead, he leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand, "Then maybe I can ask questions to get to know you better?"
"No." You're unsure of where he was going with this.
"Just one then? And if I do well on this mission, I can ask for another one after?" He pumped his fist after your silence, the small gesture that made you want to roll your eyes again.
"How old were you when you joined the military?" His voice was gentle, but his curiosity was clear.
It wasnât a question people often asked, at least not in the way he asked it. Most were interested in your skills, the missions youâd completed, or the stories you could tell. No one, ever cared much about who you were before all that.
"About seventeen, officially," you replied, the words feeling strange in your mouth. Had it really been that long?
"Woah," Ju-won exclaimed, his eyes wide with surprise. "And how long have you been in service?"
You glanced out at the passing landscape, your thoughts briefly drifting to the years that had passed. "Seven years. Counting."
"You're so cool." His gaze flicked to you a few more times, but he didnât press further.
The only sound in the pitch-black courtyard was the soft shuffle of footsteps against gravel, your team moved cautiously toward the overrun military outpost. It had been more than twenty-four hours since anyone radioed in, and in your line of work, that could only mean one thing.
Defeat. Death. Theyâre dead.
You gripped the AR-15 in your hands, its weight and feel as familiar as your own skin. Your eyes stayed locked ahead, scanning the shadows, the captain just a few steps in front of you. You could feel Ju-wonâs breath on your back.
"Hold." The captain's voice barely rose above a whisper, but you caught itâsharp and commanding. His hand went up in a familiar gesture, signaling. Eun-woo and Ji-ho moved, splitting off to cover the blind spotsâeach one wary of possible exits or hidden threats.
The minutes stretched on, almost suffocating. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, when faintly, a soft whistle.
A go signal. Finally.
The captainâs eyes flicked to you. Without words, he surged forward, and you followed, close, moving deeper into where the map was marked.
With Eun-woo and Ji-ho still posted at the entrance of the courtyard, and Beom-seok at the Cargo Truck to secure on the road, the remaining five of you moved carefully toward the buildingâs entrance.
Seo-jun reached for the rail handle and pulled it. It was a split-second decision, but he made the mistake of opening it too wide, too fast. The sound was deafening in the silenceâa loud scrape of metal against metal. It was the darkness. Or maybe it was the way no one had heard anything.
The infectedâso many of themâstarted to emerge from the inside, their eyes hungry, limbs jerking unnaturally as they snarled and gnawed at the space where you stood.
"Shut it off!" was yelled, but it was too late. Seo-jun tried desperately to pull the door, but the dead were already pushing their way through, toppling the door with brutal force. No stopping them now.
The growls, their gurgling moans, flooded. You took a step back, when you noticed the next wave of infected closing in from both sidesâright and left. The courtyard was becoming a death trap.
âGuns!â Captain Joon barked, voice sharp and urgent. He raised his rifle, opening fire on the approaching dead, and you followed. You didnât think, didnât hesitate. You aimed at the nearest infected, firing with the precision youâd drilled into your muscle memory. Beside you, you felt Ju-won moving, his shots echoing through the chaos.
You kicked one of the infected coming too close toward youâhard. The sickening crack of its skull as it spun from the impact of your boots almost drowned out the growls, relief was fleetingâanother wave was already pushing through.
"Move!" you shouted to Ju-won, grabbing him by the shoulder and shoving him to the right side, where it seemed there was a slight gap in the swarm. You followed, not letting up on your fire. Each shot to the head was methodical, each kill necessary for survival.
You kept repeating it in your headâheadshots. Headshots, or they donât die.
Through the haze of gunfire and screams, you spotted Do-hyun on the opposite side, surrounded but still fighting, his rifle a blur as he tried to hold the line.
"Captain!" you shouted, your voice rising over, as you saw the widening gap between your team. You continued firing, shots ringing out, each one a desperate attempt to keep the tide of the dead at bay. You grabbed the arm of an infected that crept up from behind, pulling it sidewards with all your strength. The thing flailed, but you kicked its legs out from under it, slamming its head down with a close shot. Blood splattering on your track pants.
Another bullet whizzed past you, too close, and you turned to meet Ju-wonâs eyes. There was no time for words. Heâd just taken down one of the infected that had come up behind you.
Minutes passed, but it felt like hours. The gunfire echoed in your ears, drowning out everything else. Then, you heard itâSeo-junâs voice cutting through the noise.
"Captain. Orders!"
It was a soldierâs instinct, that need for direction even in the face of death. It was what you were trained to do, what you had to do.
"Fall back." His command came. The words youâd been waiting for. You began to step back, scanning the darkened courtyard. And then, just as you thought it couldnât get worse, you saw itâa wave of infected flooding out from the building. Your eyes locked on one of them, a child, no more than twelve, wearing a middle school uniform.
No. No time to mourn, no time to think. You shake it off, turn your attention back to Ju-won, who was already falling back as well.
You ran, but it was a futile attempt. The middle part of the courtyard, the one that had been empty moments ago, was now swarming with infected.
âGo forward!â Captain Joonâs shouted again.
The sound of gunfire, the screams, the snarlsâthey were all blending together now. You saw Eun-woo and Ji-ho still at the entrance of the courtyard, firing relentlessly. But there were too many. It had to be the sound of all the gunfireâhad to be why they were flooding in from the other buildings now.
You couldnât run without firing. The infected were, too close for comfort.
âAhhh!â
Ju-wonâs scream tore through the noise, and you whipped your head to the side. You saw himâsurrounded by four, maybe five infected. Their gnarled hands reaching for him.
You sprinted forward, the gun dropped in an instant. You reached the closest infected, grabbing its hair and yanking its head back with force. The knife youâd pulled was a flash of silver in the darkness, and you slashed it across its throat, the blade biting into the flesh with a wet sound.
You couldnât fire. Not with Ju-won so close to them.
You felt Do-hyun and Seo-jun near you now, forming a small circle, keeping the infected at bay while you worked to free Ju-won. One by one, you killed the infected around him within seconds. But when the last one finally dropped, you froze for the first time tonight.
There's a wound. The bite. A deep, angry stash on Ju-wonâs neck, blood spilling down his chest, soaking through and colouring his shirt. Your heart stopped.
"Y/NâŚ" His voice was weak. Too weak.
"Come on," you said, trying to drag him to his feet. The others were silent, at the sight.
"Help me!" you shouted, the panic finally breaking through as the infected kept coming. "What the fuck are you staring at? Help me!"
Do-hyun snapped out of his thoughts and rushed to help. He moved to slide his arm under the left side, but before he could get a firm grip, Ju-won's hand shot out, pushing him away.
"Leave me."
"No. Come on."
âJust leave me, Y/N.â he whispered again, "I know I can't be helped."
âIâm not having this conversationââ
âIt hurts!â Ju-won suddenly shouted, pain in his voice. His lips were turning blue, face pale, eyes glassy with tears. âIt hurts so much. IâI want this to just end. End it. Please. I'm begging you.â
Your breath caught in your throat. He started crying, Min Ju-won.
âY/N?â Do-hyunâs voice broke through, gunshots ringing, âDecide now.â Seo-junâs voice was distant, more gunfire ringing out, words clear. He was asking you to make a choice.
"Shh, Itâs going to be okay," you murmured, wiping his tears away, "Everythingâs going to be okay." You pushed the sweat-damp strands of hair from his forehead, fingers brushing against his cold skin. âYouâll be alright.â
Min Ju-won.
âThatâs the nicest thing youâve ever said to me,â You leaned in close, feeling his weak attempt to smile on your neck, breath coming out in ragged gasps when he felt you pressed your knife to the back of his head. âItâs okay, Ju-won.â
Making sure to do it quickly, you didnât want him to sufferânot even for a second. He stilled, and then there was a quiet exhale against your skin. His last breath.
Arms went limp in your embrace.
Min Ju-won.
You stare at your hands, blood too much, not yours, too obvious to wipe away. The vehicle lurches forward, but nothing about this mission feels like itâs worth it. No weapons recovered. And one less soldier with you.
You ignore the stares of your teammates, the silent questions theyâre too scared to ask. Even when your captain demands what happened, you canât find the words.
Death isnât new to you.
Youâve seen it, lived with it, had to pull the trigger more times than you care to admit. Had to deal with it more times than you'd care to count. But this⌠this is different. Thereâs a heaviness in your throat that wonât liftâcan still feel him, still hear his laboured breath as you hold him in your arms.
The dog tags in your hand are cold against your palm. Theyâre not yours. There were too many of them. The infected.
No one could even bring his body back.
"We're here," Eun-woo says, the vehicle finally pulls to a stop at your temporary camp. He'd been staring out the window for the entire ride, lost in thought, barely noticing the road or time. You donât wait for anyone to open get out. You push yourself out, body stiff and eyes burning, but you do your best not to let anyone see. You try to blink away the moisture, to keep it together. You canât. You wonât.
âY/N, Iââ Seo-jun starts, his voice hesitant, reaching for you.
"Save it." you snap, harshly, not letting him finish his sentence. He falters at your glare, watching turn and walk straight for the barracks, not even sparing a second glance in his direction.
Your body, with blood, not yours, and the dog tag around your hands swaying with every step.
"Give her space. She did it herself. Again." Do-hyunâs voice is softer, almost reluctant, as he watches you retreat. His eyes follow you, lost in thought.
Maybe itâs because youâre a woman and theyâre all men, or maybe because youâve always been the youngest, they've known you since you were much younger. Or maybe itâs the fact that theyâve never seen you crack, never once seen you break down when they all have at one point or another. After all these years, when they themselves had crumbled, you always seemed to keep it together. You always did. First... they admired how strong you wereâphysically, emotionally, mentallyâand even envied it at times but as time went on, they started to realise something.
The empty look in your eyesâit's haunting. They all knew what you did for them, what you'd sacrificed.
Ji-ho pats Seo-junâs shoulder, his face mixed with understanding and exhaustion. He points his head toward the door, a silent suggestion to let you have your space.
You stepped inside the massive military tent, the hum of conversations halting as everyoneâs gaze turned toward you. You noticed someone even take a hesitant step back, eyes widening.
"I'm not fucking bitten," You didn't pause to explain further. You couldnât. Instead, you kept walking, ignoring the stares, the whispers that you could practically feel on your skin. You didn't care, walking past the soldiers, the stares heavy on your back. You made your way to your assigned makeshift door, pulling it open and stepping inside.
The small room felt like the only place you could breathe. The bathroom was the next thing you could think of.
Once inside, you slumped onto the cold, unforgiving floor. Your face landed near the toilet, and before you brace yourself, your stomach churned. The contents from your dayâwhat little you had managed to eatâcame up violently. It kept going, feeling your body betray you as your throat burned, as your muscles contracted in spasms. The bile, bitter taste, nausea kept pushing until your stomach was empty and you felt nothing but raw, aching emptiness.
You dry your mouth with the back of your filthy hand, smell of blood still lingering in your nostrils. The memory of itâof what you'd seen, what you just didâthreatened to send you over the edge again. You fought the urge to gag.
You knew it wasnât something Seo-jun should be explaining for. He called you earlier, sounding like he wanted to apologize, wanted to make sure you were okay. But you didnât want to tell him everything was fine. Because it wasnât. It wasnât his fault. He didnât know what was waiting for you inside that damned place. He didnât know the hundreds of the dead you'd have to face. He tried his best too, just like you did. But none of that mattered.
Killing is easy. You had convinced yourself thatâit was something you could do without blinking now. Maybe you could even kill with the same ease as walking a dog in the park, that it could become second nature.
You killed someone who had just started to make you wonderâwhat question they would be asking you after the mission. Something small, something so... human. With your own hands. No real reason. No justification. For the sake of getting equipment. You killed him.
It wasnât supposed to feel like this.
With effort, you flushed the toilet, then let your body slide back to the nearest wall. Once it was done, you let yourself slump back against the nearest wall, Your fingers digging into your face as if you could erase the last few hours just by pressing hard enough. Sweat, cold and clammy, trickled down your forehead.
"Y/N," came a voice from outside the door.
Captain Joon. You didn't respond. You didnât even move. "Rest," he said, his voice softer than usual, "You're needed for another mission after a couple of hours. Rest, fix yourself, and take a bath."
"Did you just take a bath?" Taehyun asked, seeing Beomgyuâs damp hair, towel draped around his neck, few droplets of water still clinging to his skin.
Beomgyu nodded, not even looking up from the crackers he was munching on.
"Again?"
"You got a problem with that?" Beomgyuâs house slipper flew through the air toward Taehyunâs. It was effortlesly dodged.
"Why are you taking a bath three times a day?"
Beomgyu shrugged, gaze finally lifting to meet Taehyun's. "There's nothing else to do,"
Taehyun paused, small ache in his chest upon the words. Being an idol, he knew well the activitiesâpacked schedules, comebacks, fan events, concerts. It never stopped. Hell, he could not even remember the last time heâd celebrated his birthday with his family.
Beomgyu exhaled sharply, "It's been four days⌠You think our families are okay out there?"
Every day now was a reminderâwaking up to the reality of the virus outbreak, everything at a stop.
"They should be," Taehyun replied, though he didnât feel as sure as he sounded. "We're the ones stuck here."
Beomgyu didnât answer, instead shuffling his trash away. Just then, Kai appeared from the bathroom, face slack with disappointment.
"Guys, the waterâs stopped."
Yeonjun jumped from his seat, rushing to check the sinks, only to find no water coming out. "Shit."
Beomgyu bit his lip, frustration bubbling inside him. Just when things couldnât seem to get worse. The isolation, the fearâit was all becoming too much now. It's growing every day. He stood up, ignoring Soobinâs frantic voice as he tried to save whatever little water they had left.
He shut himself in his room, the door clicking softly behind him. His eyes wandered to the small house model his family had made for himâa little reminder of home, something he would look at whenever he needed to feel close to them. He collapsed onto his unmade bed, staring blankly at the white ceiling, his thoughts made up mix of thoughts and scenarios. Maybe there was a miracle out thereâsomething, anything, to change this.
Minutes passed in silence before Beomgyuâs voice broke the stillness. "I hope thereâs an angel out there. Someone whoâll come get us⌠get me. Out here, to a safe place." His heart thudded painfully in his chestâhe knew no one would ever hear those words, but he couldnât help but hope.
You slowly make your way toward the apartment complex, the team had decided to move under the cover of darkness againâit drew fewer infected and lowered the chances of running into trouble. At least thatâs what your team hoped for.
The freshly laundered combat uniform felt like it was made for you. The black fabric, almost matte, clung to your body, moving with you as if it were a second skin. Your boots, worn but sturdy, held you grounded. Each step was sure. They gave you that solid grip. On your hips, the twin knives sat, steel blades catching the light with a faint, almost imperceptible gleam. Your hair was pulled back, tight in a high knot. Not a strand is out of place.
The mission was clear: rescue the five A-list boys trapped in this building, ever since the outbreak began.
Hybe, was the one who went to the military for help. They couldnât exactly say no to themâso here you are, walking into a situation you canât quite predict.
Six of you, without Beom-seok to secure the vehicle on the road as usualâall armed and ready, step closer to the entrance of the blockâthough you spot a few infected lingering around, theyâre silently dealt with. A knife to the head, no noise, no struggleâjust clean and quick.
Your captainâs biggest worry is the location. The middle of the city. So many people in such a small space can only mean one thingâtoo many infected. Itâs a risk, but itâs the job. That is exactly why these people are stuck here in the first place. No help has been able to get through until your team was sent in.
"It's here," Eun-woo says, pointing toward the stairs in the corner. He folds the marked map and tucks it away. Captain Joon nods, "One by one. Be aware of your surroundings."
Everyone gives a tight nod, moving quickly to follow his instructions. You scanned every corner, every shadow. You donât miss a thing. There are a few infected nearby, but they have not noticed you. So long as they donât see or hear, and youâre far enough, youâll be fine.
Earlier, it was also clear that most of the infected in this area are concentrated in the outer courtyard. It looks like the people who lived here panicked, tried to escape out there, drawing all the infected away from the apartment complex itself. Itâs eerily quiet now, almost too quiet.
You reach the door to apartment 304, and the rest of your team spreads out, covering all sides of the hallway. You catch your breath, scanning both directions again, alert to any movement. Someone begins to knock on the door. Minutes tick by, but thereâs no answer.
"Are they fucking asleep?" Ji-ho whispers, his voice sharp with impatience.
"What do you expect?" you snap,"You think theyâre awake at this hour, just waiting for us to show up?" The words feel bitter, but you donât care. "Move,"
Before you can even make a move toward the door, a voice breaks the silence. It's soft, hesitant, almost as if the person speaking is scared to even let the words out.
"Whoâre you?"
Kai had been just about to head to the bathroom for a quick piss when he heard itâan soft rattle against the door.
Itâs been days, days, since there was any sound from the other side. Complete silence. So hearing something now, especially in the dead of night, made his blood run cold.
Someoneâs trying to break in?
He freezes, mind racing. Slowly, he walks towards the door, arms out in front of him, keeping a little distance like it might somehow help. His breath is shallow as he inches closer to the small peephole in the door, just enough to get a glimpse.
Soobin made him promise not to go near the door, but he wonât know. Heâs asleep, anyway.
There are people out there. No, not just peopleâsoldiers? At least three men and a woman, he's not really sure, but they're standing and staring straight at their door. He canât make out their words, sound too muffled, but he can tell theyâre muttering something under their breath, heads tilted as if theyâre listening too.
Woah. Sheâs⌠really pretty.
Kai immediately shakes his head. Focus. Now is not the time to be thinking about how pretty she is. Sheâs out there, trying to break the door down. Or⌠is she?
What if theyâre the ones sent to rescue us?
He squints through the crack in the door again, taking in the soldiersâ uniforms. Theyâre military. That has to mean somethingâand waking the others would take too long. He swallows hard, asking the question.
"Whoâre you?"
"Open the door," Captain Joon says, his voice firm and immediate. "We've come to help you." Thereâs no reply from the other side.
"Manager Jisoo. Hybe."
Thereâs a sound of the lock turning, and the door creaks open just a crack. Itâs dim inside. The air inside hits you. Smells faintly of candlesâprobably because thereâs no electricity to rely on anymore. One by one, everyone got ready to move inside. You turned your head slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of the person who had opened it.
He looked youngâhis skin pale and features sharp, with a foreign look. His bangs messily hung over his eyes, longer than he probably intended. Your eyes met his, and just as quickly, he looked away. Great. You all must have really scared himâheavily armed, arriving at his dorm in the dead of night.
"We're all coming in, Son," Captain Joon said, gaze flicking to the boyâs face, silently asking for permissionâthough he did not really need it. You were here to rescue them, to bring everyone back. Whether they were ready or not, you were going in. "What's your name?"
He nodded and opened the door wider. "Heuningkai. Kai is fine."
"How many of you are still in here?"
"Five. Uh, Iâll need to wake everyone up first."
"Go on." You took in the space they had been holed up in. Everything screamed lived in. Floors wooden tiles. It was clean, considering men were living in this place. Some sweaters were carelessly tossed over the couch, an Uno card sat beside it, random orange peels and a few glass mugs were scattered across the table. But aside from that, everything seemed⌠orderly. Something about this space made you feel out of place.
"Could you please wait here?" Kai stopped after taking a few steps away from your team. The front door shut behind. You glanced at him as he spoke, and you saw itâhis face.
It was almost like he was afraid that if he turned around, everyone would just... leave.
He didnât give anyone a chance to respond. Without another word, he turned and headed for the nearest door. You took in the hallwayâsix doors in total. One of them was probably the bathroom, and the rest, you guessed, must be their rooms.
Kai walks in, still feeling the embarrassment creeping up his neck. He did not mean to pout or sound so desperate in front of everyoneâit just kind of happened.
The whole outbreak had him on edge all the time. It wasnât like him at all. But now, for the first time in a while, he's starting to see hope. And with that came a fear he hadnât expected.
He shuts the door behind him, eyes flick to Soobin, whoâs sprawled out on the bed in his usual weird sleeping position. One arm thrown over his face, legs tangled in the sheets like heâs trying to escape them.
If anything, itâs comforting to see Soobin still so⌠Soobin.
"Wake up," Kai says, giving Soobinâs arm a little shake. Thereâs no response. "Soobin,"
He just mumbles something unintelligible and stays still. With a sigh, Kai slaps the flesh of Soobin's thighâa trick heâs learned always works when he's in deep sleep.
"ShiâKai?" The latter groans, blinking his eyes open. He winces slightly, almost about to curse, but then he notices the younger one standing there, looking a little shaken, and his protective instinct kicks in. "What happened? Are you okay?"
"Theyâre here. Theyâthe help. Theyâre outside. I let them in." The older man shot up, his mind struggling to shake off the remnants of sleep. For days, he'd been waiting for this moment, but now that it was here, he could hardly believe it.
Soobin looked at Kaiâs face, searching for any sign of bluffness. None.
"Wake everyone up, Kai. Iâll, I'll talk to them. Good job," he said, his voice thick with a mix of urgency and something elseânervousness, maybe. He ran a hand through his messy hair, trying to steady his racing heart.
The younger gave a quick nod, already rising to carry out the task.
Soobin hesitated for a moment, then followed, his feet heavier than usual. When he stepped out of his room, the sight hit him. Soldiers.
All dressed in black, standing almost stiffly in the cramped living room, as if they did not know where to place themselves, presence filling every corner. They looked out of placeâone man was sitting, looking collected. He was much olderâmaybe in his late 40sâand when he saw Soobin, he stood up too, moving with authority.
"Hello," Soobin said, bowing deeply. He wished his voice to be normal, but it cracked. His eyes stung, and he blinked, trying to hold back the tears likely to spill. These peopleâthey look so capable.
How desperately heâd needed them.
"I know it's late, but we need to move now. Itâll make things easier for us," Captain Joon started.
Everyone had gathered in the living room nowâeleven people, all listening. A large map was spread out on the table in front of them, marked with lines and notes. "Weâve got a cargo truck on standby, and someone guarding it. Waiting for us,"
You leaned against the wall at the back, trying to stay out of the way. Your long gun resting to your right side. You crossed your arms, observing them all, taking in the scene. These fiveâwhen they first arrived, youâd seen it clearly: that fleeting, unguarded emotion that flashed across their faces. Relief? Fear?
Your thoughts drifted for a moment, the hum of voices fading, when suddenly you caught something. One of them was looking at you. You met his gaze, and for a second, neither of you moved. His eyes were a soft brown, almost warm, framed by dark hair that was swept back but still fell messily across his forehead. His jaw was sharp, yet there was something almost delicate about it. Something⌠soft.
You raised an eyebrow at him, just a slight challenge, and he blinked, startled. He bowed his head in your direction awkwardlyâbefore you could return it, his eyes darted away quickly. Followed by a deep shade of red that crept into the tips of his ears.
He didnât look back at you againâas though he couldnât look at you a second longer.
Little did you know, when you werenât paying attention, his eyes would steal a few more glances in your direction, each one shorter, but no less curious.
"We'll travel this way, and you all will be dropped off here at this camp, as requested. Understand?"
"And, we can just bring a backpack each?" Soobin asks, looking around the group. Heâd introduced himself as the leader earlier.
"That doesn't mean you can just throw anything in there," you replied, finally speaking up, giving your first words tonight. "Keep it light. Only pack what you really need." Captain Joon gave a slight nod, acknowledging your point.
"Got it,"
"While we're at it," Captain Joon continued, âsince weâll be traveling together, itâs probably best you get to know the people youâll be with. Just in case something goes wrong.â The mention of anything happening seemed to linger in the air. The five of them had never seen an infected before. You all know that can cause problems.
"As you probably already know, I'm the Captain of this team," Joon said, he shot a quick glance at you before going on.
"Park Y/N," he nodded in your direction, "our engineer sergeant. Sheâs the one who builds stuff, blows stuff upâwhatever needs doing, really. She's my second-in-command."
Beomgyu has a valid reason to look at you now. And when he thought he never be more mesmerized, somehow, he was.
Earlier, when he first stumbled out of bed and woken by Kai, he wandered into the living room, still half-dazed. He was caught off guard on how⌠beautiful you were. Heâd seen soldiers, sure, but you? You were different. You looked like you belonged on a magazine coverânot out here, in the middle of a hellscape.
How are you, not a celebrity? he wonders, half-wanting to slap himself. How are you so beautiful, standing here, in the middle of this nightmare? The strangest thing, though, was the pull in his chestâeven though heâd only just learned your name. Even your nameâsounds pretty.
"Do-hyun," Joon said, pointing to a man near you, "he's in charge of our commsâmakes sure we stay connected. Keeps the radios running, that sort of thing." Do-hyun gave a lazy salute, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Thatâs Eun-woo and Ji-ho," Joon went on, pointing to two others standing with confidence. "Theyâre our weapons expertsâknow every damn thing about fixing, maintaining, and using all our weapons. They also take inventory, make sure weâre stocked up when we need to move out."
"And then there's Seo-jun," Joon said, nodding toward a tall, figure standing slightly apart from the rest like you. "Does the planning, the strategizing. And last but not least, Beom-seok. Heâs the one left behindâour medic.â
"You can pack now. We'll wait here. Weâve got food rations on the truck, so you can eat there." Captain Joon finally ends the conversation.
The five of them stand up and start making their way to their rooms.
Beomgyu exhales a breath he didnât even realize he was holding. The air feels lighter as he steps into his room. They're finally getting out here.
He stands in front of his closet for a few seconds, unsure of what to grab first. He picks up his backpack and starts shuffling through his thingsâsome clothes, and his hygiene kit that Taehyun had already packed for him. He opens his drawer and realizes heâll need to change out of his pajamas. A plain shirt, some cargo pants, his jacket⌠and where the hell are his boots? Before he can finish, he hears the door creak open.
Beomgyu freezes, his hand mid-reach for his shoes. He blinks and turns to face Yeonjun. "Have you packed your stuff, or do you think weâve got all the time in the world?"
Yeonjun raises an eyebrow, looking slightly taken aback. "Geez, chill. Why are you being so mad?"
Beomgyu hesitates. He doesnât really know. It could be the way Yeonjun had interrupted his packing, or maybe⌠maybe itâs because Yeonjunâs casually saying something like that. Beomgyu feels something twist in his stomach.
Yeonjun thinks youâre pretty. He doesnât know how to deal with that.
"'M sorry,"
Yeonjun watches him closely. "Was it because of what I saidâ"
"No."
A knock sounds on the door. Both of them turn toward it. Eun-woo peeks his head inside, his expression casual. "We're just waiting for the two of you, and then we're off."
"Let's go,"
The only sound is the steady rhythm of feet against the ground. Your team is spread out, moving in a loose pattern. Captain Joon, Seo-jun, and Ji-ho take the lead, scanning the surroundings. Soobin and Kai walk close behind, hand in hand. Taehyun and Beomgyu follow next, then Yeonjun.
You, along with Do-hyun and Eun-woo, bring up the rear. Itâs all going smoothly. Youâre alert, watching the others, everything seems calmâuntil you notice Yeonjun. Heâs suddenly still, his body frozen in place. You glance over and follow his line of sight.
In the open space ahead, a small group of infected wander aimlessly. Movements are jerky, unnatural, and the growls that escape their throats are low and guttural. One of them is lying on the ground, its torso half severed, intestine out, but its arms are still twitching, dragging itself forward in a grotesque imitation of life.
Yeonjunâs breathing stops entirely, his chest barely rising and falling. Heâs staring at them, wide-eyed, body tense. You step up and place a hand on his shoulder. The touch makes him flinch.
"Shhh," you whisper, barely audible. The last thing you need right now is anyone making noise. One sound, one slip-up, and the infected will be on you. "Move. Eyes frontâDon't⌠do not look at them."
He does not respond at first, youâre not even sure if heâs even hearing you. His eyes check the infected again, then back to the ground. He swallows. Finally, he nods, voice tight, "Yeah."
You give him a push on the back, enough to get him moving. It was a relief to see Yeonjun walking. You exhaled slowly, locking eyes with Do-hyun. He'd seen it all. That look between you two was enough to say it all: they werenât ready for this. They hadnât been told nearly enough.
Everyone kept walking, the buildingâs echoing silence wrapping around you as you neared the first level. It wasnât far nowâjust out the main door, across the block, and then Beom-seok would be waiting for you on the road. The end was in sight.
"Shit!" Soobinâs voice is loud, his hands pressed against his chest in surprise. He hadnât expected it. A woman, infected, eyes wide open, slumped lifelessly in a chair in the lobby. Her body was barely recognizable, rotting, the decay setting in.
No one moved. You spun around, doubt kicking in, scanning the lobby for any movement. Kai gripped Soobinâs hand tighter, his fingers digging in just enough. Soobin looked at himâa silent apology, a promise to do better.
It was only a minute, before Captain Joon finally moved. You stepped out of the building, the fresh air hitting you in a way that almost felt too good. The five newcomers, still adjusting to the chaos, kept their gazes fixed ahead, careful not to glance at the herd gathering in the open space nearby.
Then you saw himâBeom-seok. Leaning against the tires on the road, his eyes sweeping the distance, waiting. "Took you long enough," Beom-seok mutters, his eyes looking at you as he watches you approach.
One by one, everyone began climbing into the truck. Ji-ho caught your eye, giving you a quick signal to get in.
"Yeah? Are you bored or something?" Seo-jun shoots back, his tone teasing.
You gripped Ji-ho's hand, pulling yourself up the tall cargo bed. You paused, glancing down at Taehyun and offering your hand. He grasped it firmly, and with one smooth pull, you helped him up. He meets your gaze and gives a nod, a thank you.
Beomgyu was next, and Ji-ho was beside you, helping Yeonjun up. Kai and Soobin were already settled inside chatting quietly, and the truck was starting to feel a little more like a secure place.
You let your hand fall, but it only took a second for Beomgyu to extend his own.
Soft. Warm. It feels different somehow.
Beomgyu feels your handâstill shielded by your tactical gloves, but with the fingertips exposed. Even through the fabric, he can feel the warmth of your skin. Itâs subtle, and for some reason, itâs enough to make his heart beat a little faster. You gripped his hand, pulling him up with the same ease as you did with Taehyun.
Heâs finally outâthe one theyâd been stuck in, waiting, starving. Water was running low, food was practically gone and no electricity. Itâs been days. Time blurred together in there. Heâd tried his hardest not to let his emotions spill over, even when his mind kept replaying all the times heâd imagined getting out. All the moments heâd prayed for this. And now, itâs real.
He's here.
"Thank you," Beomgyu whispers, he hopes that somehow, those two words are enough for you to know.
"Sure,"
Beomgyu smiles wider as the fresh scent of grass hits his face. Itâs a smell he never thought heâd miss, now it feels like a luxuryâsomething he never realized how much he took for granted until now.
He turns his head to look at you, he feels his heart settle. Your head slightly leaned back against the rail, eyes closed in peaceful sleep. He fights the urge to nudge the soldier sitting next to you and tell him to move so you can rest your head somewhere more comfortable. He notices a shift in your face. Your brows furrowâa small frown begins to start on your forehead. Beomgyu's smile fade. The sight of you looking troubled, unsettles him for some reason.
Then, with no warning, the vehicle comes to a sudden halt, throwing everyone forward. It awakes you, and your eyes snap open, hands reaching for your gun.
"What now?" Eun-woo asks, stepping toward the window that connects to the driver's area, his voice tight with concern. You follow his gaze and your stomach drops. A fire. A huge fire, raging up ahead. And it looks like it's right where your team was supposed to drop off.
Yeonjun holds his nose at the smell of burning, smoke.
"Didnât you radio them, Do-hyun?"
"I did, before we started heading back, Captain," You start mentally counting the minutesâfive people eating, the time it took to pack up, and the drive back. It couldnât have been more than two hours.
Two hours, and the fireâs already this big. "What happens now?" You hear Kai ask himself.
You don't have to look for long to spot them. Infected. Theyâre coming toward your truckâmore than you can count. A mass of tumbling bodies, moving fast.
"Captain!" you shout, your voice sharp. "They are coming. Too many of them." Your words startle everyone in the truck.
Beom-seokâs hands twitch on the steering wheel, nerves on edge as he maneuvers the truck. His mind races, unsure of the next move. Where the hell should we go?
"Head for the nearest camp," Captain Joon orders, "Do-hyun, can you get through to them?"
"I'm trying," Do-hyun responds, fingers moving over the radioâsilence greets him in return. The truck moves, and all of you watch the infected, filling the road behind.
Beomgyu watches the infected, slow, stumbling figures moving toward the vehicle. He knows they wont catch upâhe knows they cant outrun itâstill, his stomach churns.
"Are you okay?" Soobin asks, voice soft. He saw Beomgyuâs face when he locked eyes with the dead. "Try not to look at them," he suggests. Itâs what Soobin doesâkeep his eyes away.
Beomgyu gives a shrug. "Isnât avoiding them just going to make it worse?" he says, eyes still glued to the decaying figures. "I mean, I would like to be able to look at them without feeling like Iâm about to throw up."
Soobin sighs, "We are getting out of here. Hybe did not let these people get us just to leave us hanging. Thereâs gotta be a place somewhere. Maybe weâll even be able to go home, see our families again."
Beomgyuâs throat tightens at the mention of family, he swallows the feeling down. "What if we donât, though?" he murmurs, "You saw the fire at the camp we were supposed to be at. Do you really think weâd have made it out? If we got there earlierâŚ. do your really think we would have survived?"
Soobinâs heart clench at the question, he can't bring himself to answer. He does not want to think about it, but he knows Beomgyuâs right. Everything had seemed okayâuntil that overrun camp. The silence stretches, loud with unspoken fears.
Beomgyuâs hand starts picking at his nails, his gaze unfocused. "What if thereâs no safe place left?" His voice cracks,trying his hardest not to think about his family.
"Stop." Itâs you. You had been close enough to hear their whispers. "Iâll let you know if thereâs no place anymore. Until I do, donât think about it."
Beomgyu looks up at you, meeting your eyes for a moment. And just like that, the heaviness inside him liftsâjust a little.
The vehicle comes to a halt by the side of the road, dust kicking up as the engine sputters off. Captain Joon looks ahead, eyes narrowing at the said camp he has in mind. Itâs about a ten-minute walk from here.
"Still no response, Captain," Do-hyun reports, his fingers pressing anxiously on the radio. "Should I try reaching out to other units? They're farther out, but I can give it a shot."
Captain Joon does not look at him, eyes fixed ahead. "You can do that later. For now, we need to check this site first." He pauses, "Itâs not wise for all of us to go. These five civilians stay here with a couple of you, the rest of us will move out."
Beomgyu catches the glint of your fingers as you reach for your gun, checking the magazine, clicking it back and then tightening your boot laces. There's no need for more words. The message is clear. You're going out, you're checking the place. Youâre not going to sit around and wait.
"Y/N," Captain Joon calls out as you start climbing down from the cargo bed.
âIâm going with you,â you say, already strapping your gun across your shoulder. Without waiting for a response, you take a few long strides,, scanning the fields around you. The tall grass sways gently in the breeze. A few of the soldiers start following suitâEun-woo, Ji-ho, and you catch the sound of their boots as they move behind you.
Captain Joon strides past, and you follow him, your boots crunching against the dry earth.
Beomgyu watches, his eyes never leaving your form as you move further into the distance. He can hear Yeonjunâs sigh beside him, but it did not make him look away. Instead, he counts under his breath, doing everything he can to keep you in sight until youâre too far to see.
The truck was quiet, the minutes stretching on as the remaining soldiers outside paced back and forth, keeping watch.
âIâm worried about Hiyyih,â Kai said suddenly, breaking the silence. His words drew the attention of the older guys around him, all seated close by.
âDo you think she got rescued too?â Kai asked, voice quieter now. âOr maybeâŚshe made it out to Seoul when everything went like this?â
Taehyun reached over, giving the youngest's head a soft pat. âShe is okay, Kai,â he said, âOnce we get to the camp, we can ask the Captain,â
âYeah,â
âStop stressing about it, though,â Yeonjun chimed in, âWe will figure it out soon enough.â Soobin stayed quiet, gaze fixed on some distant thought.
âTheyâre back,â Beomgyu said, his gaze darting between the road and the distant figures coming into view. He kept watching, squinting to make out their shapes as they got closer. Minutes passed, and the faces became clear: Captain Joon, two other soldiers⌠and you.
âTheyâre fewer than we expected,â Captain Joon announced as he reached the group, his voice steady but grim. âThe campâs still standing. Weâll spend the night there and wait for further instructions.â His words weighed heavy in the air. You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to stay composed.
When you entered the place, the sight was sobering. Just over half a dozen soldiers were left. The others, you were told, had been sent out on missionsâand none of their teams had returned. You shook the thoughts away, chalking it up to exhaustion. Fatigue was setting in, and all you wanted was a shower and some sleep. For now, this camp would have to do.
Adjusting the straps of your backpack, you glanced around and saw everyone gathering their belongings. You opened your gun case and checked the magazines, counting each one carefully. âWeâll need to do inventory soon,â you muttered, mostly to yourself.
Beomgyu caught your words and looked over, his eyes flicking from your face to the black case cradling the weapons.
Arriving at the camp on foot felt like walking into a ghost town. The only sign of life was⌠the small group of soldiers waiting, their tired eyes, makes the place feel even emptier. Captain Joon started barking orders, assigning tents to everyone. Your mind was fixed on one thing: rest.
âIâm going to shower and sleep. Wake me if Iâm needed,â you told the captain, walking past him as he gave you a quick nod.
You headed to your tent, overhearing the arrangements for the five civilians. Theyâd be taking turns in the showers, then each also having a small tent of their own. Your own shelter was small, just as youâd expected. You set your things down, pulling out what you needed for the shower.
The shower area was sectioned off with a heavy curtain, its edges swaying slightly in the breeze. You pushed it aside and stepped in, letting the cool water wash over you. The sensation of the water running down your back. After finishing your routine, you reached for a towel and your robe. Once youâd changed into a clean military shirt and loose pants, you stepped outside, your hair still damp.
The camp was quiet, save for the crackle of a small fire in the center. A few soldiers sat around itâYeonjun was eating, with Beomgyu and Taehyun seated beside him. Soobin, walking toward them, caught your gaze and gave you a respectful bow. Kai was likely in the showers, taking his turn.
Back at your tent, you dried your hairâhitting the makeshift pillow, your eyes drifted shut. It was harder to sleep that night.
Beomgyu jolted awake to the sharp crack of a gunshot. His chest tightened as he gasped, sitting up abruptly in the darkness.
BANG.
Another shot echoed through the camp, louder this time. He instinctively covered his ears, his heart pounding in his chest. The sound was closeâtoo close. A flurry of gunfire followed, chaotic and all over the place. He froze as a shadow darted past the thin walls of his tent. His hands trembled as he forced himself to stand.
He fumbled for his pants, pulling them on as another scream tore through the night, quickly silenced by another gunshot. His mind raced. Should he go outside? Should he stay hidden?
Soobin. Yeonjun. Taehyun. Kai.
You.
The names rang in his head snapped him. He peeked through a small gap in the tentâs fabric, his breath hitching at the sight outside. Strangersâmen he hadnât seen earlierâmoved through the camp. One of them hefted a sack of supplies over his shoulder, while others fired wildly at the soldiers.
Bandits?
The realization hit hard. These men were fighting the soldiers stationed at the camp, gunfire exchanged in rapid bursts. Beomgyu swallowed hard. His tent was further out than the others, which gave him a sliver of cover, but he knew he had to move. As he stepped out of his tent, a bullet zipped past him, close enough to feel the air shift against his cheek. He flinched, his heart hammering in his chest.
âWhat theââ
A scream drew his attention. A bandit, snarling and swinging his weapon, was overwhelmed by an infected lunging at him from the side. The sight froze Beomgyu in place, fear rooting him to the spot.
A hand clamped over his mouth, silencing the scream that threatened to escape. He turned sharply, eyes wide, only to see you staring back at him.
âWeâre leaving. Or weâre dead,â you whispered, your voice urgent but low. Beomgyu hesitated, glancing toward the other tents. He wanted to go to the others, to check if they were okay, but you tightened your grip on his wrist, stopping him.
âThey will see you,â you hissed. Behind you, the infected were starting to swarm the camp, drawn by the gunfire. Beomgyu felt a lump rise in his throat. Your hand dropped from his mouth, and you tugged on his wrist, shoving him back toward his tent. âGrab your things. Be fast.â
Beomgyu stumbled inside, adrenaline coursing through him as he grabbed his backpack. He hadnât even unpacked yet, telling himself earlier heâd do it in the morning. Now, it didnât matter. There wasnât going to be a morning if he stayed.
When he stepped back out, you were watching the bandits, your jaw clenched. He noticed your backpack already slung over your shoulder. The white shirt youâd worn earlier was still visible beneath a hastily thrown-on jacket, paired with cargo pants and sturdy boots.
âCome on,â You started moving, weaving through the shadows with practiced steps. Beomgyu followedâheart heavy and torn as he glanced back toward the other tents.
His four brothers werenât with him.
Beomgyuâs feet ached with every step. He had been trailing behind you for what felt like hours, though it couldnât have been more than fifty minutes. Your strides were quick, far faster than he could have imagined for someone with shorter legs than his. He had no idea where you were leading him, and the darkness of the woods only made it worse.
Shadows stretched long between the trees, and every crackle of leaves underfoot made his heart jump. But then you turned back to look at him, your face briefly influenced by the moon's lightâit was just a quick check to make sure he was still behindâand somehow that was enough to keep him moving.
Finally, you stopped in front of a towering tree. Its trunk was wide and strong, the kind that seemed to have stood for centuries. You tilted your head up to inspect it, then turned back to him. âThis will do. Weâll climb up here,â
Beomgyu blinked, his gaze sweeping nervously between you and the tree. Climbing? He had never climbed a tree beforeânot even as a kid. But the alternativeâstaying on the ground, exposed to the infected, or people that might be lurkingâwas far worse.
âO-okay,â The two of you did not know where you were goingâor how far you still had to goâbut at least up here, you could catch your breath. He watched as you point toward the bark, signaling for him to go first.
âHere,â you said, tapping a sturdy-looking notch just above your reach. âPut your foot here.â
âYou sure itâll hold?â
âIt will, trust me.â
Beomgyu swallowed hard and placed his foot on the notch. It felt solid, but the uneven texture of the bark made him wobble slightly. He grabbed the trunk for balance, his fingers scraping against the rough surface. âHere, grab this branch,â you guided him, pointing to a solid-looking limb.
The bark was rough, but he held on, his muscles trembling. The tree swayed just a little under his weight, the rustling leaves made him think that the whole thing might give way. But it didnât. With a grunt, he hoisted himself, settling into a spot that felt stable enough to hold him. The height gave him an odd sense of reliefâHe looked down at you, his fear replaced by a grin.
âThis is so cool,â The horrors of the night melted away. You smirked, shaking your head as you reached for the first branch, beginning your own ascent. Beomgyuâs gaze stayed on you, his hands hovering slightly as if wanting to help but unsure how.
When you were nearly at his level, reaching for a branch to pull yourself up, the wood suddenly gave way with a sharp crack. Making you slip. âShit!â Beomgyu lunged toward you, his hands finding your elbow just in time. âI-IâWhat do I do?!â
âCan you not panic like youâre the one about to fall?â you snapped, though your voice lacked real bite.
âRight!â he stammered, his grip tightening. You grasped his other outstretched arm, and with one strong pull, he managed to haul you up. The force of it sent you toppling forward, landing squarely against him. For a second, everything went still. Beomgyuâs breath hitched as he looked up at you, your face inches from his.
You could feel the warmth of his body against your chest, see the subtle freckles and barely-there moles on his skin that you hadnât noticed before. His gaze flickered to your lips.
In a swift motion, you pushed yourself off himâbrushing the dust and bits of bark from your clothes, you avoided his eyes. âAre you okay?â
You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak just yet.
An hour had passed since the two of you settled. Your back leaned towards the tree and for a brief moment, you let your eyes close, though your mind raced.
Plans. Risks. Next steps.
âWhatâs the next plan?â
You opened your eyes, exhaling softly. âIâm planning to check back at the camp once the sunâs up,â you said after a moment. âFrom a distance. The infected were drawn to the gunfire, so I doubt theyâll stay there. But I need to see whatâs left.â
Beomgyu nodded, âWe should see if thereâs anyone still there. Maybe stuck or hiding.â
You glanced at him and adjusted the rifle slung across your chest. The weight of the handgun in your pocket and the knives strapped to your thighs felt heavier.
âWeâll try to track them too,â you said, then added quietly, âOr you could stay here and wait for me.â
âIâm coming with you.â
âOkay.â
Silence fell between you again, interrupted only by the faint rustle of leaves. Beomgyu broke it with a sudden thought. âI canât believe people can kill each other just like that,â he said, voice with disbelief.
The words made you pause. Your eyes, previously shut, opened fully, and you turned your head slightly toward him. But you said nothing. âWhy did they do that?â Beomgyu asked, his tone softer now.
You didnât respond. Instead, you looked away, avoiding his gaze. His eyesâthey were too brown, too soft for a world like this. When the silence stretched too long, he shifted uncomfortably, his ears flushing red. âI⌠I wanna thank you. For bringing me with you,â he said, shyly. âThank you, Y/N.â
âSleep,â you said, brushing his gratitude aside. âIâll keep watch.â
âI do think I can,â he admitted, rubbing his neck. "I swear I can still hear the gunshots in my ears.â You sighed. Sleep wasnât an option for you either.
Beomgyu hesitated before speaking again. âCan I ask you something?â
âYou already did,â
His face flushed deeper. âI mean⌠another question.â
When you didnât respond, he continued, âWhy are you the only woman in your team?â
Your eyes flicked to him, one brow raising slightly. âAre you implying there shouldnât be one?â
âNo! God, no,â he said quickly, his hands flailing slightly as he stumbled over his words. âI mean, itâs justâwow. Itâs amazing.â
âThat a woman can do a manâs job?â
âNoâyesâno!â Beomgyu groaned, burying his face in his hands. âI just mean, like⌠itâs impressive. Especially since women arenât even required to go through military service. But here you are, and youâre killing itâuh, not literallyâwell, maybe literally, butââ
You studied his flustered face for a moment before cutting him off, âI get it,â you said, watching as relief washed over him. âI think I was just⌠born for this. I canât imagine myself doing anything else.â
âThatâs⌠cool,â he murmured, nodding slowly. You hummed, leaning your head back against the tree.
âI donât think I can imagine myself doing anything else either,â Beomgyu said, thoughtful. He stared at his hands, a small smile tugging at his lips. You watched him for a second longer than you meant to.
âThatâs cool,â you echoed his words, earning a laugh from him. His smile widened, his laugh soft but real, and it lit up the darkness around you. Even his laughâ
It made you look away, your chest tightening. His smileâit was dangerous.
Beomgyu turned his gaze to you, studying your profile. The way your lashes caught the faint moonlight. Beautiful, he thought.
âHow old were you when you joined the military?â he asked, randomly. Your expression froze, startled by the question.
âWhat?â
âI mean, if itâs okay to ask,â he said, tilting his head slightly, his tone careful. âYou donât have toââ
You swallowed hard, a lump forming in your throat. That questionâit wasnât one you wanted to answer again. Not now. Not ever.
âClose your eyes and rest,â you said flatly, âWeâre done talking. The dead might hear us.â
The other one's face fell.
The sunlight was warm against Beomgyu's face, pulling him from his sleep. He blinked a few times, squinting at the brightness, trying to shake off his muzzy state.
"Hey, sleeping beauty." You say, "If you want to come, we need to go. Now."
He turned to see you already packing up, tossing a protein bar his way without looking. He barely caught it, fumbling it in his hands before managing a weak, âThanks.â
"Let's go." You unscrewed your water bottle and took a quick drink before slinging your gear over your shoulder. Without waiting for him to respond, you started climbing down from the tree. Beomgyu followed, the descent easier than the nerve-wracking climb up last night, his legs still felt stiff from the awkward position heâd slept in. His feet hit the forest floor, and he took a deep breath. The woods in daylight were almost beautiful painting everything in shades of green.
He yawned, unwrapping his protein bar as he fell into step behind you. The two of you walked in silence, his eyes wandering over the scenery. It was hard to reconcile how peaceful the forest looked with the gnawing fear in his gut. About twenty minutes in, you suddenly stopped, your hand shooting up in a signal. Beomgyu, distracted, nearly walked into you.
âInfected,â
He followed your line of sight and spotted itâa man-shaped figure stumbling through the trees, its feet dragging awkwardly. The distance between you and it was still considerable.
Beomgyu glanced at you, his eyes wide. âHow did you even see that?â he whispered. âI wouldnât have noticed it until it was right in front of us.â
You ignored the question, âYou haven't done this yet, so nowâs the time to learn.â
Now, the words struck him awake. Heâd known this was comingâhe wasnât naiveâbut he hadnât expected it to be now. âAre you sure? Shouldnât we find, I donât know, somewhere more open for this?â He couldnât help the nervous edge in his voice. Just weeks ago, his biggest challenge was memorizing their group's choreography.
âThis is the perfect place to practice,â you said, not bothering to look at him.
He hesitated, shifting on his feet. âI mean, Iâm not scared or anything, butââ
âScared?â you interrupted, finally turning to him with a raised eyebrow.
âNo. Letâs just get it over with.â
You nodded, pulling a knife from your belt and handing it to him. The weight of it in his hand felt foreign. He stared at the blade, the black handle smooth, well maintained. His eyes caught the faint etching of your name on it.
âGrip it like this,â you said, adjusting his grip. Your hands were firm, guiding his fingers into place. âKeep your thumb here for control. When you strike, aim for the head and use enough force so you donât have to do it twice.â
He nodded, his throat dry. "Go in when I say.â
The infected was closer now, its groans louder, its movements jerky and unnatural. You gestured for him to move to the left, opposite of where you were going. He obeyed, his steps hesitant.
You moved quickly, drawing its attention. Beomgyu couldnât take his eyes off you as you circled it without second thoughts or any fear.With a sharp kick, you knocked its legs out from under it. The infected collapsed to its knees, and you pressed your boot into its back, holding it in place. âCome here,â
Beomgyu swallowed hard, the knife trembling in his hand as he approached.
âKill it,â you instructed, tilting the infectedâs head to expose its temple.
His heart pounded as he raised the knife. He brought it down, but his strike lacked strength, and blade only sank halfway in. The infected howled, its hands clawing weakly at the air. âY/N, Iâwhat do Iââ
âAgain,â you cut him off, grabbing his other hand and placing it on the knife. âUse both hands if you have to. Pull it out and try again. Harder this time.â
He did as you said, the knife coming free with a sickening squelch. Blood splattered onto his hands, warm and sticky, and he nearly gagged. Clenching his teeth, he raised the blade again and drove it down with all his strength. The groaning stopped, the infected falling silent.
You let the body slump to the ground, standing up as Beomgyu stumbled away, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He made it to the nearest tree before doubling over, the contents of his stomach spilling onto the forest floor.
Tears pricked at his eyes as he wiped his mouth. That infectedâit wasnât just a monster. It had been a person once, a living, breathing human being. Maybe they had a family waiting for them, a home filled with memories, or a life theyâd worked hard to build. Maybe theyâd been on a vacation or rushing to work the day the world fell apart.
Beomgyuâs breath hitchedâhe was the one who ended them, the one who took what little remained of their existence. He never imagined his life would come to thisâhow could he? Just a month ago, his world had been with roaring crowds, and music that echoed through stadiums. Heâd been smiling at cameras, shooting music videos, and waving to fans who looked at him like he was untouchable, someone larger than life.
You crouched next to him, holding out a piece of cloth. He stared at your hand for a moment before taking it âyour hands looked smaller than his, fragileâhe wipes the blood on his trembling fingers.
How? How could youâmanage to do all of this?
âYou ended its suffering,â you said quietly, hesitant. âThatâs how I try to think of it.â
âDoes it get easier?â
âNever.â
It was just a single word, but somehow, it felt like a glimpseâBeomgyu feels closer. It felt like he knew you just a little bit better.
The two of you continued toward the overrun camp, the knife youâd lent Beomgyu still in his hands. For all the danger the weapon symbolized, it seemed to bring him a strange kind of comfort, his grip on it much more familiar.
Another walker crossed your path, Beomgyu stepped forward, more sure of himself this time. With just a little guidance from you, he managed to take it down.
Familiarity.
When you reached the backside of the camp, low growls echoed from ahead. Slowly, you leaned out to peek, careful not to make a sound. About a dozen infected, just as you expected.
And just as you'd predicted, the bandits had left too, leaving nothing behind but destruction. You moved, glancing over your shoulder to check on Beomgyu. He was scanning the area, his movements mirroring yours. That small action made your chest swell with pride.
He's learning. He's trying. And most of all, he's hereâfor his friends.
Together, you began checking the tents, moving smoothly and silently. Nothing. No survivors. But you found a few suppliesâmilitary rations, protein bars, ammo and some guns. Grabbing a duffel bag, you started packing up. Beomgyu helped in without hesitation.
Halfway through the camp, Beomgyu froze. His eyes locked on something ahead. Thatâs when you saw it too.
BEOMGYU, KAI, WE GOT OUT. WITH THE OTHERS. WEâRE HEADING TO THE JEONJU CAMP. STAY SAFE. SB, YJ, AND TH.
âThey got out,â Beomgyu said, his voice breaking the silence. Relief washed over him, lifting some of the weight heâd been carrying. Kai wasnât with them yet, but this was hope. He would find Kai too. Heâd see this message too. âI knew it!â
He spun around to face you, a grin breaking across his face. He pumped his fist in the air, silently cheering as if heâd just hit the jackpot. That boyish smile, dimples and all, made him look so much younger.
And then, he saw itâa faint, fleeting curve of your lips.
His laugh bubbled out, soft and genuine, as he ran toward you, nearly tripping over his own feet in excitement. You're perfect, he thinks, the thought hitting him as naturally as breathing. You try to step back, caught off guard, but itâs too late.
Itâs already too late.
âI freaking knew it,â he said, his arms around you warm, his chin resting on the top of your head. You stood frozen, your hands awkwardly at your sides, nodding stiffly.
âI told you,â he whispered. When he finally steps back, his eyes search your face, the smile heâd seen just moments ago is already gone. You look away, avoiding his gaze, and the sudden absence of itâleaves an ache in his chest.
He wants to see it again.
âLetâs wrap this up and circle outside the camp,â you say, pulling the zipper closed on the duffel bag youâd packed full. âWe need to check if Kaiâs lingering nearby. And weâll need to secure a vehicle too. Weâre in Daejeonâits a long way to Jeonju.â
âThank you.â Beomgyuâs voice is quiet, and his cheeks flush red as he remembers his earlier outburstâthe way heâd hugged you without thinking. Maybe it was the relief from the message, or maybe it was just seeing you smile at him for the first time.
âWhy do you think theyâre in Jeonju?â
âProbably got a radio response,â
He nods, falling in step behind you as you heft the duffel bag over your shoulder. Beomgyu quickens his pace, catching up to you. He tugs the bag from your hands. âLet me take this,â
The two of you stepped out of the tent, the silence heavy between you. You were nearing the campâs edge when Beomgyu noticed you slowing down, your steps faltering.
Seo-jun.
His movements were slow, his hands trembling as he stumbled forward. He's looking at you. Seo-junâs blood-soaked uniform and gaping bite on his neck entered your vision. Gunshot wounds riddled his chestâa soldierâs final stand. He had fought. Hard. For his team. For everyone.
"Y/N?" Beomgyuâs voice broke through the haze, soft but urgent. He noticed that you had stopped, your gaze fixed on the infected figure ahead. He squinted, and his heart sank when he realized it was someone from your team.
Seven years. You had known Seo-jun for seven years. You had planned to make things right with him, to talk, to reconcile. But how could you now? How could you fix things when he was already lost? You tried to blink away the moisture from your eyes.
âAm I ever getting a break?â you muttered to yourself, the words bitter. "Even here, you find a way to mock me, Seo-jun."
Beomgyu could hear the shakiness in your voice, the rawness in the way you spoke. He listens.
You couldnât leave him like this. Alone in his lifeless form, wandering endlessly. He deserved more than that. âCome on, you shit,â you muttered, your throat tightening as you stepped forward, reaching for your knife. But you froze.
Around his neck, alongside his dog tags, hung another set. Min Ju-wonâs. Even at the end, Seo-jun had carried that burden, blaming himself for something you both knew wasnât his fault. He hadnât let it go, not even in death.
Beomgyu moved before he could think. He didn't know if it was the look in your eyes or the way your hand trembled, but he knew one thing: he couldnât let you do this. While Seo-jun was distracted by your figure, Beomgyu raised his weapon. Just as you had taught him hours ago, he aimed for the head.
Seo-junâs body crumpled to the ground. Beomgyu guided him down gently, almost reverently. From his backpack, Beomgyu pulled an extra jacket. Without a word, he draped it over Seo-junâs face. It wasnât much, but it was the only dignity he could offer.
When he stood, his eyes met yours, raw and glistening with emotion.
âWhyââ Your voice cracked, unable to finish the question.
âHe was your friend,â he said quietly. âI'm not going to let you do that. Not while Iâm here.â
Friend.
That single word shattered whatever fragile wall youâd been holding up. A tear slipped down your cheek before you could stop it, and you quickly wiped it away with your hand.
âHeâs not suffering anymore,â Beomgyu added softly, his hand gently brushing the top of your headâyou avoided his eyes, yet again. âHeâs not suffering,â
He bent down to grab the duffel bag heâd dropped earlier, slinging it over one shoulder. Then, he reached out, his hand wrapping around your wrist.
âLet's get out of here.â He pulled you forward.
Beomgyu's hand didnât leave yours until the two of you were far beyond the camp.
"Hey," you called out to Beomgyu, who was busy checking a nearby car. "This looks freshâlike it hasnât been here long." He made his way over, and you held outâa baseball, cap.
"Wait," Beomgyu said, eyes widening as he took it. Turning it over in his hands, he inspected it closely. "This⌠this is Kaiâs,"
When you looked at him, a small smile was already spreading across his face, lighting up his features like it always did.
Beomgyu⌠he was so easily moved by the smallest things. It didnât take much to make him smile. Or maybe it wasnât that simple. Maybe it was because he loved his brothers, that even the smallest sign of them was enough to give him something to hold onto.
You dropped your gaze when his eyes met yours and moved toward the next car, pretending. But your thoughts refused to stay put. Here you were again, thinking about himâabout his silly antics.
In the past twelve hours, it felt like heâd done nothing but occupy your mind. Every small moment with him clung to you. The way his voice softened when he spokeâThe way heâd quietly ask, âYou okay?â as if you were the one who needed saving.
After Seo-junâhe hadnât said a word about it. No awkward condolences, no probing questions. Just silenceâthe kind you needed. Like he just⌠knew. No one had ever been like thisâthis careful, this kind. No one had ever looked at you the way he did, with eyes that were too brown and too full of something you didnât want to name.
You didnât like it.
You didnât like it at all.
âI think Kaiâs already ahead of us,â you bit into the bland military ration that was handed to you. âHeading towards Jeonju, if those tracks are anything to go by. Heâs smart.â
âHe is,â Beomgyu agreed, a small smile at his lips as he stirred the contents of his disposable pack. âHeâs the calmest one too.â
âThen I guess we will see him there,â you said with a shrug. âNow all we need to do is find a working car.â
âA manual,â
âHm.â
âThat has gas in it.â
âFigures,â you muttered. âBut thatâll be the easier part.â
Silence settled over the two of you again, it had become strangely common. You both ate, focused on the food. Every so often, youâd catch Beomgyu glancing your way, and flashes you his small, boyish grin on his face.
You tossed the empty pack toward a nearby car and wiped your hands on your pants. âItâs getting dark soon,â you said. âWe should camp nearby and head out at first light.â Moving at night was usually the smarter option, especially with a vehicle and a full team. But here, now? Just the two of you, on foot, with no guarantee of shelter or backupâit wasnât worth the risk.
Sticking to the woods was safer. The fewer infectedâor peopleâyou encountered, the better. You only ventured onto the road when there was a car worth checking.
In the fading light, a barn came into view. Its doors were wide open, silhouetted against the trees. You signaled Beomgyu to wait outside while you moved to secure the area. Inside, it was clear the owner had left in a hurry, taking most of what mattered. It was empty, save for a few odds and ends no one had cared to takeâits enough for a temporary shelter.
âLooks good enough,â you murmured as you stepped back outside. Beomgyu nodded, already starting to unload your supplies. The discovery of a small lake nearby was an unexpected bonus.
âIâm going to wash up,â you said, gathering what you needed and slinging your gun over your shoulder. Beomgyu gave a slight nod, his eyes lingering on you as you walked away.
The water was cold, scouring away the dirt and sweat. You were quick, not wanting to leave Beomgyu alone for long. When you returned, your damp hair clung to your neck, and your skin was clean and slightly chilled.
âYour turn,â He glanced up, eyes flitting over your freshly washed face. His heart thudded hard in his chest. Cute, he thought, forcing himself to look away. Beomgyu nodded, grabbing his things and heading out to the lake. He came back just as fast, hair dripping but visibly refreshed.
You sat side by side on the makeshift bedding, neither of you saying much. Beomgyuâs soft breathing enters your earsâhand rested close enough that you could almost feel its warmth against your skin.
You found your eyes beginning to close with peace you hadnât realized you were still capable of feeling.
Beomgyu woke up, immediately turning to his left. There you were, curled up on your side, the rise and fall of your chest visible in the dim space. He stared, mesmerizedâit was the first time heâd ever seen you asleep. You looked⌠soft. A side of you he never thought heâd witness.
He shifted. The urge to pee was becoming unbearable. Careful not to wake you, Beomgyu slipped off and crept toward the barn door. The cold air hit him as he stepped outside, wrapping his arms tightly around himself for warmth. He scanned the area just like youâd taught himâears tuned to every sound. Nothing.
He let out a breath of relief and headed to a nearby tree. Unzipping his pants, he took care of business quickly, the chill urging him to hurry. After he finished and zipped back up, a faint rustling behind him made him stop. Before he could turn, a large, rough hand clamped over his mouth, oppressing his scream. Another arm locked around his neck, pulling him back against a solid chest.
âShut up if you value your life,â a low, gravelly voice growled against his ear. The man holding him inhaled deeply near his hair, a disgusting, exaggerated sniff. âFreshly washed. Youâve got a place nearby, donât you?â
Beomgyuâs eyes darted ahead, and his stomach dropped when three more men stepped into view. Each held a weaponâa bat, a knife, and worst, a pistol. The man restraining him gives a rough shake, his breath hot and foul. âDonât make me ask again. Whereâs your camp?â
Beomgyu shook his head violently, panic blooming in his chest. He couldn'tâhe wouldn'tâlead them back to you. The thought of them finding you, sleeping and unawareâthis was his fault. He should have been more careful.
The man growled in frustration. âY' think this is a joke?â he spat, hardening his chokehold. Beomgyuâs throat made a strangled sound as he gasped for air. The man with the knife stepped forward, expression predatory. âMaybe this will help him remember,â he said, pressing the blade against Beomgyuâs cheek. The sharp metal bit into his skin, not enough to draw blood, but enough to make him wince.
âThereâs a barn ahead,â the one with the baseball bat said,âThink thatâs it?â Beomgyuâs reaction betrayed himâhis wide eyes and the flash of fear gave them all the confirmation they needed.
âYeah,â the man holding him laughed darkly, âthatâs it.â
Before Beomgyu could resist, they forced his hands behind his back and bound them tightly, shoving a cloth into his mouth to stifle any protest. He struggled, but it was no useâthey yanked him forward, dragging him roughly toward the barn. And he knew exactly where they were taking him. To you.
âFucking hell,â the man holding Beomgyu growled, his gaze shifting to your sleeping figure inside the barn. A dark grin tugged at his lips. âIs this what youâre so scared of? Afraid weâll take her away from you?â
Beomgyu thrashed, desperate to scream, to warn you, but the cloth bound tight in his mouth smothered any sound. The group moved closer, one of them stepping forward to push the barn door open. The large, old door creaked. It wasnât loud, but it was enough to wake you.
Your eyes snapped open, adjusting to the figures looming at the entrance, shadows that didnât belong. Your hand reached for the gun nearby. The glint of their weapons caught your eye as they aimed at you in return.
âSweetheart,â the tallest man drawled, stepping forward. His tone was mocking, dangerous. He shoved someone in front of himâBeomgyu. Your breath hitched as your eyes locked onto his. His face was pale, streaked with dirt and tears, and a raw red mark marred his cheek. His wide, terrified eyes pleaded with you.
Red.
âWhat the fuck do you want, asshole?â You cocked your gun, the sharp metallic click echoing. One of them flinched. Good.
The leader sneered, shoving Beomgyu roughly to the side. He tied him to a post like he was nothing more than an animal. Your jaw tightened as you watched the way they manhandled him, your fists clenching around the gun. When he was done, the leader turned back to you, whistling low at the deadly glare you levelled at him. His cocky smirk only deepened.
âYou look loaded,â he said, his eyes flicking to the bags by the wall. âAnd since you asked so nicely, weâd also like to take turns with you, sweetheart.â
Beomgyu shook his head violently from where he was tied, his muffled cries useless against their laughter. His chest heaved, panic consuming him as the men began to advance on you.
âWeâre lucky youâre here,â the leader continued, leering. âIf we didnât have a choice, weâd take the boy instead. Heâs got such a pretty face, after all.â
Red.
All you saw was red.
Your vision blurred as rage consumed you. You let one of them grab your gun without resistance. It didnât matter.
You'll kill them all.
The leader was close now, grabbing a fistful of your hair to tilt your head back. His face was inches from yours, his smirk as disgusting as the words spilling from his mouth. âWhatâs the matter, sweetheart? No fight left in you?â
You smirkedâjust a little. It was enough to confuse him, before he could react, your teeth sank into his throat. Hard.
It was a spot right where you knew it would hurt most. A pressure point. His scream ripped through while he stumbled back, clutching at the gaping wound with blood pouring through his fingers. The bitter, metallic taste flooded your mouth, but you didn't stop. You grabbed the gun he dropped as he fell and turned, firing without hesitation.
BANG.
The man who had taken your gun didnât even have time to aim before he hit the ground.
âFuckââ one of them snarled, charging at you. Before he could get too close, your foot sweeped his legs out from under him. He hit the ground with a grunt.
BANG.
You aim your gun and pulled the trigger on his face. The man with the bat.
Pain exploded in your shoulder, a gunshot tearing through your flesh, but you didnât flinch. His mistake wasnât pulling the trigger; it was not aiming for your head like you aimed for his.
BANG.
The leader gurgled, blood bubbling up from his lips as he stared at you in disbelief. âMonsterââ he chokes on the floor, his hands futilely gripping his shredded throat. His blood pooled beneath him as he sputtered his last, trying and failing to form a single word. âYouââ
BANG.
You stared at the four lifeless bodies beneath you, the gun in your hand began to feel impossibly heavy. Blood clung to your shirt like a second skin, still warm, sticky. Your mouth tasted metallic, your hair a disheveled mess from the earlier struggle.
Behind you, Beomgyu sat slumped against the post, trembling. Heâd watched everythingâevery deafening shot, every life youâd taken to protect. His body flinched with each pull of the trigger. Now, his tears streamed freely, but not out of fear. No, this wasnât fear.
He was crying because you had to do this.
Sobbing around the cloth still gagging him, his muffled cries echoing in the now-silent barn. You moved, steps distant, as if someone else controlled them. You crouched down and began untying the ropes binding Beomgyu to the post. His breath hitched as your fingers worked the knots, your hands stained with blood that was not yours. The ropes fell loose. Beomgyu searched your face, desperate for some sign of emotionâbut your eyes were blank, lost.
Before he could speak, you stood, bolting toward the barn door. Beomgyu panicked. He hiccuped, scrambling to his feet, his legs weak from being tied up for so long. âY/N!â he tried to call, but his voice cracked. His head spinning.
You were gone. Were you leaving him? He looked around frantically, his feet faltering as the barn opened into the cool night. He couldnât lose you. Not now.
Beomgyu finds you at the small lake nearby, kneeling in the water. The cold ripples lapped at your clothes, soaking them, but you didnt seem to notice. Your hands scrubbed furiously at your arms, over and over, like you were trying to erase your own skin. âY/N,â
âY-You were shot,â he said, voice cracking. His eyes darted to your shoulder, blood had begun to seep through your shirt.
You gasped for air, your chest squeezing with every shallow breath. No matter how hard you tried, it felt like the air couldn't reach your lungs. Your hands clutched your face as if you could physically hold yourself togetherâthoughts raced through your mind, loud and suffocating. The world around you blurred and warped, slipping further and further from your grasp.
âLook at me!â he shouted, louder this time. Hands cupping your face, trembling as much as yours. âBaby, look at me.â Your eyes darted up, locking onto his. Your tears spilled down your face.
âThatâs it,â he said, his voice softening, âJust keep looking at me, brave girl.â You leaned into him, your weight heavy against his chest. His soft voice leads you.
âOkay,â he said, his forehead brushing yours gently. âI need you to help me out. Can you do that?â You nodded weakly in his arms.
âGood. Start with five things you can see. Anything, okay? Just tell me five things.â Your gaze darted, focusing on anything you could name. âThe tree,â you whispered shakily. âThe grass. The water. Your tears. AndâŚyou.â
âThatâs it,â he said, âNow, four things you can touch. What are they?â
âYour hands,â you murmured, your fingers twitching against his. âThe water. My hair. AndâŚstones.â
âPerfect,â he said, his thumbs now against your cheeks. âWhat about three things you can hear?â You breathed deeply this time, the cloud in your head beginning to lift. âThe wind. The water. And you.â His lips curved into the smallest, most fragile smile. âTwo things you can smell?â
You hesitated. âThe blood,â you admitted, voice cracking. âAndâŚthe trees.â
âOne thing you can taste.â
You swallowed hard, finally meeting his eyes fully. âMetal,â you whispered, voice barely audible.
"You did it." Beomgyuâs voice trembled, his hands cradling your face with a gentleness that only made the tears come faster. He does his best to brush them away. "Thank fuck."
âBeomgyu,â his name on your lips slips out barely more than a whisper. Forehead pressed against his shoulder, your arms wrapping around him slowly, shakily, until they found their place on his back.
There's a soft press of lips against your temple, warm and fleeting.
He helped you wash the blood off your body, his hands careful, never lingering longer than necessary. His gaze flicked to yours every few seconds, searching for some sign of permissionâor maybe for you to tell him to stop. But you didn't. You can't, not when his eyes held that pleading look, soft and desperate, as if this was the only way he could help you carry the weight of what had happened.
When it came time to clean your face, you stopped him with a slight shake of your head. He didnât argue.
Later, he examined the gunshot wound on your shoulder, gently turning you to check for an exit wound. Relief flickered across his face when he found one. âItâs nothing I canât handle, had this more than I can keep track of.â you replied. His head snapped up, disbelief written all over his features.
The two of you walked back to the barn in silence, clothes damp from the lake. Your hands swung loosely at your sides, brushing his once, then twice, until Beomgyu hesitantly reached out and took your hand in his. You didnât pull away.
âYou can wait here,â he said softly when the barn came into view. âIâll grab our things. We need to leaveâsomeone mightâve heard.â You nodded, understanding without him saying it: he didnât want you to see the bodies again.
Within minutes, he returned with your bags. You rummaged through yours, finding fresh pants and underwear but no shirt. âDo you have a shirt?â
âI do,â He's already handing it to you.
âThanks.â
Slipping it over your head, you caught the faint scent of himâmusky, with a subtle sweetness. It suited him.
The two of you moved to a nearby tree, settling under its shadow. The world was still dark, the night stretching on endlessly. You sat beside him, his shoulders side by side with yours.âCan you say it again?â
âWhat?â
âMy name,â he said, clearing his throat awkwardly. You noticed the tips of his ears reddening. âLike you did earlier.â
âNo,â
He chuckled, his gaze falling to where your hands rested in your lap. âAs I expected.â When you did not respond, he ventured another question. âDo you want to talk about it?â
âWhat about it?â
âWas that your first tââ
âIt wasnât,â you cut him off, your eyes fixed ahead. You didnât know why, but the words kept coming. âIâve killed before. Being a soldier in the war⌠it wasnât a choice. Sometimes I even had to kill my own teammates.â You paused,âBut this⌠itâs different. They were civilians.â
âYou had to kill your teammates too?â
You turned to him, studying the calm expression on his face. His eyesâthe same ones that had anchored you earlierâheld no trace of distrust, even after your confession. âWhy arenât you freaked out by this?â
âBecause I want to know you,â he said with a small shrug. âBelieve it or not, Iâve always been a good judge of characterâor at least, thatâs what my mom used to say. Soobin, too.â He paused, his lashes casting faint shadows on his cheeks. âEver since I met you, there hasnât been a single thing youâve done that I couldnât understand.â The answer caught you off guard, made something in you falter.
"I had to kill them because they asked me to,"
âThen you're the strongest person Iâve ever met.â You didnât know how to respondâyou dont trust your voice not to break. How could he look at you like that after everything heâd seen? After all youâd done?
Minutes passed, when you felt him shift beside you, his arm lifting as he gently guided your head to rest on his shoulder. The warmth of him made it easier to close your eyes.
"You can rest now,"
âThis one doesnât work either,â Beomgyu called out from up ahead. You were still busy checking the car youâd been inspectingânever mind. It didnât work, either.
âShould we just go on foot?â he asked, exasperation into his voice. It had been over a day of wandering and hoping to find a working vehicle. Thereâd been a few infected here and there, but sticking to the backroads had kept you from running into anything worse than a small group.
âItâs dangerous,â you replied without looking up.
Silence.
Beomgyu never let a comment slide without a retort, you know that by now. Heart thumping, you stepped out of the car and scanned the area, instincts on high alert.
âBAH!â He jumped out in front of you, doubling over with laughter so intense it sounded like he might choke. âYou shouldâve seen your face!â he managed between gasps. âIt was so cute.â
âAre you done?â
Clearing his throat, Beomgyu grinned. It was just another one of his attempts to get on your nerves. He pulled something from his pocketâa dusty Polaroid camera he had found in one of the trucks. He flipped it open and checked the film. Two shots left. Without missing a beat, he raised it to his face and clicked the button.
You blinked, unimpressed. âAre you even checking the cars, or are you just running around pretending to be Dora the Explorer?â
Beomgyu smirked as the film began developing. âYou watch Dora?â
âNo.â
âYou just mentioned her.â
âSheâs famous.â
âSo am I,â he shot back. âBut you didnât know me before this.â
âAre you seriously going to bring that up again?â
âHeh.â Beomgyuâs grin only widened. He could almost see itâthe tiniest twitch at the corner of your lips before you turned away. Almost. It made his heart flutter in that stupid, uncontrollable way he hated admitting to himself.
As the photo developed, he glanced down at it. The image of you slowly came into viewâyou, standing in the middle of the road, hair pulled into a loose ponytail, staring at something out of frame with a faintly confused look on your face. âBeautiful,â he exhales.
If you looked this good now, how stunning would you be on a normal day?
If this were a normal day, Beomgyu would be all over you.Heâd give you flowers every single day, just to make you smile. Heâd buy you anything you wantedâor even things you didnât know you needed. Love is effort. It's what his parents taught him. â And heâd give it, all of it. Heâd take photos of you, even beg if he had to, make playlists for you, play games with you, anything.
He wondered if youâd be any good at FPS games. You were already a menace with a gun in real life, so youâd probably be terrifying in a match.
Maybe, if the world ever allowed it, heâd convince you to visit Daegu, his hometown with him. His parents would love you. His brother, too, though Beomgyu would definitely have to bribe him to keep his mouth shut about the massive crush heâd been harboring on you. Would you like⌠Toto?
Beomgyu stared at the camera in his hands. Who knows if heâll ever get another moment like thisâanother chanceâin a world as unpredictable as this one? The idea settles in his mind, and he doesnât let himself hesitate. âLetâs take a picture together.â
You stopped in your tracks, turning to give him that deadpan, unamused stareâthe one that always made Beomgyu bite back a grin. Another idea sparked his mind, âOkay, listen. After this, I promise not to mess around anymore,â He jutted his lower lip out just slightly, eyes pleading like a puppy whoâd been caught chewing on a shoe.
âYou promise.â
âCross my heart,â he said quickly, nodding like his life depended on it. When you didnât immediately reply, he skipped towards you. He knew this silence, tooâyour subtle little âyesâ that didnât require any words. Heâd been observing you to pick up on your signals, even the smallest ones.
Without giving you time to change your mind, Beomgyu lifted the camera, stepped close, and pressed his cheek against yours. The faint warmth of your skin against his made his stomach flip, but he ignored it, snapping the picture before you could pull away.
You jerked back, shaking your head.
As the photo developed, Beomgyu stared at it, the edges curling faintly as the image sharpened. There it wasâyour face, with that same unamused look, your lips slightly pressed together like a daughter forced into posing for an overly enthusiastic mom. Beside you was him, the complete oppositeâgrinning like an idiot, dimples on full display, both your faces so close, touching.
Something about the contrast, about the way your expressions came together on that tiny square, made his heart do that stupid fluttering thing again. He tucked the photo into his pocket, alongside the other one.
He kept his promise and moved to the next car with you.
After three more hours of searching, you finally found a working car. Beomgyu let out an excited cheer, breaking into his little happy dance again. You tried not to smile, tried not to let his enthusiasm rub off on youâbut, honestly, it was getting harder and harder to resist.
"Catch," you called, tossing the last bag to him. He caught it easily, stashing it in the backseat. Sliding into the driverâs seat, you glanced over as he settled into the passenger side. He looked so at ease there, sprawling out and fiddling with something on the dash. A passenger princess. Or was it prince? Either way, you could get used to him being there, looking peaceful for once.
You started the engine and pulled out onto the road, the carâs windows down to let in the cool breeze. As you drove, Beomgyuâs gaze drifted to your hair, your loose ponytail starting to come undone from the wind.
âLet me fix this for you,â he said, leaning over.
You felt his hands gently brush against your hair as he worked, careful not to distract you too much while you focused on the road. In the rearview mirror, you caught sight of his faceâhis brow furrowed in concentration, lips slightly parted. His fingers brushed against your neck as he gathered your hair, the touch light and deliberate. You could feel the care in the way he worked, securing the ponytail more tightly this time. "There."
When he finished, he leaned back, his hands falling to his lap as he took a moment to admire his workâadmiring you. His gaze lingered, drinking in the curve of your face, the way your hands gripped the steering wheel just tight enough. He never felt safer than he did here, by your side. Somehow, in the middle of all this, heâd found his safe place.
His safe place.
âTry to get some sleep while I drive,â Beomgyu's unable to look awayâyou were right there in front of him, so effortlessly beautiful it made his heart ache. The soft curve of your cheeks, the faint flush that he couldnât stop staring atâhe wanted to reach out, to brush his lips against them, to trace the tip of your nose with his own.
In the short time heâd been alone with youâjust forty-eight hoursâit felt like heâd known you a lifetime. Like youâd been waiting there all along, someone he was meant to find. He wants to know more.
âYeah, sleep. Sure.â He replies, words catching in his throat.
Youâve been driving for a while now. Beside you, Beomgyu was fast asleep, his soft snores fill your ears. A faint smile tugged at your lips as you glanced over, his head resting against the window, one hand tucked beneath it like a pillow.
The camp was close, maybe 15 minutes away. Just 15 more minutes before youâd be separated from him. The thought twisted something deep in your chest. Selfish. You knew it was selfish to feel this way. You barely knew him, and yetâŚ
You glanced at him again, his face soft and unguarded in sleep. Everything else seemed to fadeâthe road ahead, the weight of your responsibilities, even the constant buzz of survival.
Survival.
Being with him didnât feel like you were just trying to survive.
Himâwho had no choice but to end up with you. You were about to leave that camp. You're already far. But when you saw him at that overrun camp, darting between tents with nothing but desperation and bad luck to shield him from the bandits, something inside you shifted. You just moved. Your feet carried you forward before your mind could catch up, before the voice of reason could stop you.
You didnât know then that the next two days with him would chip away at the walls youâd built.
It was the little things, mostly. The way he insisted you eat first, even when food was scarce. The way he handed you the best parts of the military rations. How he seemed to know when the weight of the barn still lingered in your mind, distracting you with his terrible jokes or a question just long enough to pull you out of it. Or how heâd ask if youâd slept okay, like it mattered in a world where nothing really did.
And that smile he gives youâso easy, so genuine, even when there was no reason for it. Like he just couldnât help himself. But now, it was ending. It had to end. You have to end it.
You tightened your grip on the wheel, staring hard at the road ahead. This was the right thing to do, the smart thing. Youâd get him to safety, to people who could take care of him better than you ever could.
He didnât belong out here with you, and you didnât belong anywhere.
Survival.
There's nothing more that terrified you.
You spot the campâJeonju. Itâs much bigger, with sturdy railings circling the perimeter to keep the infected out. The car rolls closer, the guards stationed on top of the walls notice you. A blinding floodlight clicks on. You know what that means: get out and identify yourselves.
âBeomgyu,â you say, shaking him awake. âWeâre here. Wake up, dumbass.â
âHuh? Oh,â he mutters, the light strike his face. âGot it.â
âWeâll leave our stuff in the car for now. We just need to head up there and check in.â He nods, following your lead as you climb out. You raise both hands in the air, palms open. Beomgyu mimics you.
âState your business!â one of the guards calls down from the wall.
Before you can answer, you notice movement out of the corner of your eye. An infected, shambling closerâtoo close to Beomgyu. Youâre already moving, boots hitting the dirt as you drive your foot into its chest and plunge your knife into its skull.
You step back into position, brushing some blood off your sleeve. âPark Y/N!â you shout up at the guard. âI report directly to Captain Joon. Iâve got Choi Beomgyu with meâa rescued civilian.â
You waited for ten minutes, at most.
The gates creak open, the panels sliding apart to reveal three soldiers stepping out, their rifles at the ready. One of them freezes, his eyes going wide. âThatâs really Y/N from the Black Berets. Idiot.â
You ignore his outburst, your gaze cool as it shifts to his badge. âCan we go in now, Ji-min?â
The soldiers straighten instantly, snapping salutes in your direction. Two of them move toward the car, offering to grab your supplies. You give them a curt nod before turning to Beomgyu, only to find him already looking at youâhis eyes, questioning.
âIs my team here?â you ask the soldier who stayed behind.
âYes,â You glance back at Beomgyu. His stare now answered. Without another word, you both start to walk toward the gate.
Beomgyuâs eyes widened, his breath unstable after he spotted the four figures waiting inside. They were here. They were really here.
Before he could fully process it, Soobinâs tall frame sprinted toward him, Yeonjun and Taehyun close behind. He barely noticed you stepping aside to give them space, his entire focus locked on his brothers. The first embrace hit him like a floodgate bursting. Strong arms pulled him in, and the dam heâd tried so hard to hold together crumbled. He buried his face into the familiar comfort of Soobinâs shoulder, trying desperately not to sob. He had missed them. They had never left his mindânot once.
âChoi Beomgyu,â Soobin said, pulling back just enough to look at him. âAre you okay?â
Yeonjunâs hand came up to gently ruffle his hair, a comforting gesture that made the lump in Beomgyuâs throat harder to swallow. âYouâre not hurt, right?â
Beomgyu shook his head, sniffling as he wiped at his face.
âYou took your time,â Taehyun teased with a small smile. âSorry we couldn't wait for you back there. It's impossible to get to you, but we really tried.â
âIt does not matter,â Beomgyu replied quickly, âWaitâwhereâs Kai?â
âHeâs not here yet,â Soobin admitted, voice pained. âBut one of the soldiers saw him escaping with someone elseâa soldier. They said he made it out.â
âThat ambush was insane,â Beomgyu nodded, even his heart ached. He had to hold onto hope. Kai was strongâheâd make it. Maybe tomorrow, or the day after, Kai would walk through those gates too.
A sudden panic shot through him, his head snapping to the side. âWhatâs wrong?â
Beomgyu eyes scanned the cluster of soldiers nearby. Where are you? He finally spotted you, standing with Captain Joon. The older man looked serious, but there was a warmth in his demeanor as he clapped a hand on your shoulder. You said something to him, your expression calm. Captain Joonâs face softened, and for a moment, it looked like he wanted to pull you into an embrace.
âSheâs been with you this whole time?â Yeonjun asked, surprised.
âSince the start,â
Soobin doesnât wait. He steps forward, taking Beomgyu by the arm as Yeonjun and Taehyun fall in beside them. Together, the four approach you. You don't have time to register whatâs happening before Soobin wraps his arms around you in a unexpected hug.
âThank you,â he said, voice thick with emotion. âThank you for bringing him back to us.â
You glance over Soobinâs shoulder, catching Beomgyuâs gaze. Heâs watching you, his eyes soft and full of something unspokenâa warmth that makes your chest tighten. You manage a small smile in return, the corners of your lips curving just enough to acknowledge him. He gives back a grin, that makes his dimple appear.
Gently patting Soobin on the back, you step away. âHow are you holding up?â you ask,âI heard Kaiâs not here yet. But with Ji-ho looking out for him, I know heâll make it. Heâs capable.â
Your words seem to ease the tension in the group. Soobin nods, his shoulders relaxing slightly. Yeonjun offers a faint smile, and even Taehyun pats your shoulder.
âWeâre managing,â Soobin says. âJust waiting to hear what Hybeâs next steps are.â
Captain Joon appeared beside you, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder. âYouâve done enough for today,â he says. âGo wash up. Dinner will be ready soon.â
Beomgyu trails behind the other three, footsteps slower, reluctant. He looks back over his shoulder, at the direction you wentâaway from him, toward your own assigned space. This camp is massive, lined with rows of tents in all shapes and sizes, yet somehow, even with so many people around, Beomgyu feels unmoored without you nearby.
He sighs, running a hand through his hair. Youâll need to change the bandage on your shoulder soon. He knows that, just like he knows you probably wonât bother unless someone reminds you. Itâs always him who keeps track, who insists on helping you replace the worn-out wraps.
âHereâs your room,â Taehyun points to the tent ahead. Beomgyu steps inside, placing his things near the bed. Itâs small but betterâan actual mattress and even a tiny bathroom. He crouches by his bag, pulling out a fresh set of clothes for after his shower.
He tugs off his shirt, fingers brushed against the knife strapped to his belt. Slowly, he unhooks it, focuses on the small engraving on the handleâyour name, etched deep into the worn metal. Would you want it back? Probably. The thought makes his pout, because he doesnât want to let it go. Not yet.
He crosses the room and sets the knife carefully on the small table, almost tenderly, like it's an object meant for something more delicate than killing.
He showers with his heart feeling impossibly heavy.
Your hair was still damp from the shower, clinging to your neck as you ran a towel through it. Tugging a fresh pair of cargo pants up your hips, you reached for your shirt.
âYou should always keep it wrapped as long as itâs not healed yet.â His voice echoed in your mind, unbidden.
âFucking Choi Beomgyu,â you muttered, shaking your head as you grabbed the roll of bandages from the small supply pile nearby. âAlways so annoying.â
Your fingers worked quickly, wrapping the fresh bandage around your shoulder. The wound looked much better now. Once you were satisfied it was comfortable, you pulled your shirt over your head and stepped out of your tent.
Your stomach growled in response with the smeel of cooking. A warm mealâfinally. âY/N!â
You turned at the sound of Yeonjunâs voice. He waved you over, seated with their small group near one of the campfires. Several other campfires are on the open space with large pots of food simmered over flames. âSit down here,â Yeonjun offered, patting the spot on the log beside him.
You took the seat, extending your hands toward the warmth of the fire. Across, your eyes met Beomgyuâs. He was seated opposite you, quiet for once, his gaze flickering away as soon as it met yours.
Yeonjun handed you a steaming bowl of soup, carefully scooped from the pot. âFill up. Itâs good,â he said with a grin.
âThanks,â you murmured, taking the bowl into your hands. You reached for a spoon, Soobin beat you to it, holding one out.
âWeâve been waiting for you,â he said, his tone matter-of-fact. âLet me know if you need seconds.â
You cleared your throat, a little thrown off by the casual care they offered. It wasnât something you were used to.
The conversation around the fire swirled, voices rising and falling as they swapped stories. You ate in silence, letting the warmth of the meal soothe you. It had been so long since youâd had something like this. But one person wasnât talking much. Beomgyu.
You coughedâate a little too fast, the food catching in your throat. It has only been a second when a water bottle was offered.
âDrink up,â Beomgyu said, already twisting the cap off for you. He reached for your bowl, holding it steady so you could take the bottle from his hand. You took a sip, the cool water easing the discomfort. âThanks,â you muttered.
âThatâs right, Beomgyu,â Taehyun teased, smirking. âTake care of her. Iâm sure she had to drag your sorry ass out there.â
âShe did not!â Beomgyu blurted, his ears turning red.
âOh, I bet she carried you on her back,â Yeonjun chimed in, clearly enjoying himself. âWhat? No way!â
âYou probably teased her the whole time,â Taehyun added, grinning.
âI didnâtââ
âWhat a baby,â Soobin finished with a dramatic shake of his head.
Their teasing bounced around the fire, growing louder. Mixed with exaggerated groans as playful shoves sent shoulders bumping on the log seats. Beomgyu, red-faced and clearly at his limit, stomped his foot on the ground in mock frustration.
You couldnât help it; a laugh escaped you, small at first but growing. You quickly covered your mouth with the back of your hand, your shoulders shaking as you tried to stifle it.
Beomgyu's wide eyes locked on you. You laughed. You finally fucking laughed. He feels his heart about to burst at the sweet sound.
âOh-ho, look at her!â Soobin exclaimed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. âThe stress mustâve caught up with her. This is your fault, Choi Beomgyu!â
"Choi Soobin, you shiâ," Beomgyu sputtered in protest, and more laughter joined with you.
It had been a week since that night by the fire. A week since Beomgyu arrived at the camp with youâand a week since he last saw you laugh like that. He could still picture itâyour face by the warm glow of the fire, the soft orange light making you look almost ethereal. Did you know how exquisite you look when your eyes crinkle with joy?
âDid you cut the vegetables, Beomgyu?â Yeonjun asked him as he pointed at the makeshift kitchen in the camp.
âYeah, I did,â he replied, tossing the emptied cans into the trash. Heâd offered to handle it, trying to distract himself.
Hybe still hadnât contacted the military about their group, so theyâd started helping around. The soldiers were reluctant at first, but Soobin had talked them into it. Now, they pitched in with small domestic tasksâdelivering freshly laundered clothes from the women who washed them, cutting vegetables for the large communal meals, anything to stay useful. Beomgyu learned there were about forty-five people at the camp: nine civilians like them, eleven workers, and twenty-five soldiers.
It had been a week since youâd spoken to him. A week since youâd even looked at him.
Beomgyu tried. He really did.
Heâd tried to reach out. He started waking up earlyâa feat for him, someone who once detested morningsâheâd wait by the path, knowing it was your routine to jog at first light. But the moment he saw you, stretching with Do-hyun under the rising sun, his courage crumbled. Feet rooted to the spot, unable to move closer. He tried during meals too, sweeping his eyes on the tables, hoping to sit with youâbut every time their group arrived, you were already standing, tray in hand, heading somewhere he could not follow.
He even lingered around the grounds, pretending to have something to do. Sometimes, he felt a pair of eyes on himâheart leaping at the possibility it was youâbut when he looked up, the space was empty. Eventually, heâd retreat to his tent, his shoulders heavy with defeat.
It felt like you were avoiding him. Ignoring him. Do you hate him? Did he do something wrong?
He lay awake most nights, staring at the canvas ceiling of his tent, replaying your moments together over and over. He could still feel the warmth of your hands. The memory of you in his armsâhow perfectly you fit in it. Were you okay? Was your shoulder healing as it should? Were you eating enough? Sleeping well?
Had he already become invisible to you? What is he to you anyway? A friend? Do you even consider him as one?
âYouâve been out of it these past days, Beomgyu.â Yeonjunâs voice broke into his thoughts, accompanied by a firm hand on his shoulder. His eyes searched Beomgyuâs face, concern evident. âWhatâs troubling you?â
âNothing, IâŚâ Beomgyuâs voice cracked as he tried to answer. He swallowed hard, looking away. âI guess Iâm just⌠more tired than usual.â
âIf you need to talk, let me know, okay?â
"When are you going to talk to him?" Do-hyun asked, breathless, as you pulled him to his feet after knocking him down for what felt like the hundredth time tonight. The moon guides your makeshift sparring circle. You hadnât planned to spar with him; it just happened. Restless, youâd found yourself outside his tent, knocking like a ghost haunting its own grave.
You released his hand abruptly, stepping back at his words. âLetâs go again,â you said, more to yourself than to him.
Without waiting for a reply, you charged, throwing a closed fist at his right side. He dodged it easily, his laughter breaking the tense silence.
âYou know, youâre way less terrifying when youâre distracted,â he teased, grinning at the glare you shot him. âSeriously, Y/N? How long are you gonna keep ignoring the boy? The guyâs trying so hard itâs starting to make me feel bad. If it were me, Iâd have fumbled alreadyââ
Before he could finish, you grabbed him by the neck, locking him in a chokehold. âI t-tap out! Fuck! You're going to kill me.â he wheezed, coughing as you let him go. He stumbled back, rubbing his neck. âShit, I forgot how strong your grip is. For real, how are you not a man?â You didnât respond. Instead, you wiped the sweat from your forehead, glancing at the clock. It was nearing 11 p.m.
âReject the kid already, will you? Do him a favor so he can move on.â Do-hyun muttered, reaching for his water bottle. âYou cold-ass woman.â
âHeâs not a kid,â you said finally, your voice low but firm. Grabbing a towel, you wiped the sweat from your face. âHeâs almost my age.â
âSure,â Do-hyun replied, watching you closely as you drank from your water bottle, to the bags under your eyes. âNot sleeping again?â
You shook your head, capping the bottle and tossing it aside. âItâs harder these days.â
âI know,â he said, softer now. âBut youâve gotta try. I need to head out anywayâerrands tomorrow. And honestly, I canât take more knockouts from you. Have mercy.â
âIdiot,â you muttered, smirking despite yourself.
âYouâre the idiot for ignoringââ You didnât let him finish, rolling your eyes as you turned and headed for your tent. A quick shower later, you were lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. The camp quiet, your mind was anything but. Frowning, you closed your eyes, waiting for sleep to come.
It never did.
Beomgyu tossed onto his right side again, the thin mattress beneath him groaning in protest. He lost count of how many times he'd shifted since lying down, each movement more restless than the last.
His chest felt tight, like his heart was pounding against some invisible weight. He sat up, running a hand through his messy hair in frustration. His gaze wandered aimlessly, landing on the small table by his bedside. He froze.
Polaroids.
The universe must be mocking him for missing you this much. Did he really need more reminders?
He inhaled deeply, the sound sharp in the quiet of his tent. Standing abruptly, he began pacing, his feet brushing against the worn canvas floor as a single question churned in his mind: Should I see her? His eyes flicked to the clockâ11:28 p.m. Were you even awake?
But then, what difference did it make? Another night of lying there, drowning in this ache, wasnât an option. He just needed somethingâyour face, your voice, anything.
Thatâs what he told himself as he stopped pacing, turning toward the small mirror propped against the tentâs corner. His reflection stared back, dishevelled and vulnerable in a way he hadnât let himself feel in years. He raked his hands through his hair, trying to smooth it out, What the hell are you doing? he thought bitterly. Youâre an idol for godâs sake.
But then again, you were⌠a goddess. And right now, none of the titles, pressure, his previous job or self-doubt mattered. It doesn't matter if you'll kick him out as soon as you see him.
What mattered was seeing you.
He stopped just short of your tent, staring at the outline of it. His breath hitched, and his body betrayed him as he turned away, a cowardly retreat already forming in his mind. But he only made it three steps before he falter, his fists clenching at his sides. No. Not tonight.
He turned back, counting the seconds in his head. He rehearsed the words heâd been forming for days now, words that felt too small for what he really wanted to say but would have to do. This had to count. It had toâ
âI can see you out there, you know. What do you want?â The sound of your voice sent a panic through him. You sounded tired, a little annoyed. The shadows must have given him awayâhis pacing back and forth casting restless shapes against the thin fabric of your tent. âDo-hyun?â
âItâs⌠Beomgyu,â He countered quickly, the way you said another manâs name at this hour unsettling him more than it should. Silence. He braced himself for rejection, for the possibility that youâd tell him to go, that he's insane to be here at this hour, or that you didnât want to see him.
But the truth is, your eyes are wide inside. Heâs insane. What is he doing here? Why now? You stand up slowly, your fingers brushing the edge of your blanket. You canât turn him away now. Itâs too obvious. âCome in.â
Beomgyu that stood outside your tent, hand unstable when he finally pushed the flap aside. The sudden rush of light revealed you, standing there, your eyes locking onto his. For a minute, he forgot how to breathe. His eyes on your face like he was trying to memorize every line, every shadow. âHi,â he said, it wasnât how he had planned to start, but it was all he could manage.
You instinctively stepped behind, folding your arms across your chest as a barrier. âWhat is it?â You looked away, unable to meet his eyes. They were too muchâtoo deep, too brown.
"Are you mad at me?" Beomgyu's voice wavers, cracking slightly as the words spill out. All those rehearsed lines, the ones he'd turned over in his head a thousand times, crumble into this raw, unpolished question.
"I-Iâ youâve been ignoring me, Y/N. Donât even try to deny it." His voice rises, âI calledâ I even called you out there twice, and I know you heard me.â He pauses, the lump in his throat refuses to go away. "Did I⌠do something? Something that made you mad at me?" The words are choked, his voice barely above a whisper now.
His eyesâglassy, rimmed redâlook at youâheâs holding back tears; you can tell by the way his lips tremble slightly, the way he bites down hard on the inside of his cheek. But despite it all, he doesnât look away. He canât.
Not when heâs missed you this much.
"Beomgyu, whatever you think is between us," you let your arms fall limply to your sides, "it's nothing. This⌠this is just a mission. Soon, everything will go back to where it belongs." You pause, your words deliberate, heavy. "And weâll never see each other again."
His eyebrows knit, disbelief etched his face. "Who decides that? Who says that?"
You exhale sharply, the weight of your own words pressing down on your chest. "Itâs just how it is. Thatâs how itâs always been. You should surround yourself with people like you."
"Iâ" he starts, but you cut him off before he can unravel any further.
"Stop this." Your tone hardens, more defensive than you intend, but itâs the only way to protect yourself. "Donât talk to me again, Beomgyu. Donât seek me out. If youâre just⌠grateful for what happened, fine. Iâll accept that. And if you feel guilty about it?" Your voice cracks slightly, but you push through, "Then maybe⌠maybe you can pay me back someday. In the future."
Beomgyuâs lips trembled as he fought for his next words, his hands shaking. âThen tell me. Tell me, straight to my face, looking in my eyes, that you didnât feel anything. That you donât feel anything for me. That youâll never like me, no matter what I do. Even if IâŚâ His voice broke, a tear slipping down his cheek. âEven if I die trying.â
Everything youâve held back finally spill over, and your voice comes out in a shaky whisper. "Dumbass."
âYou canât,â he said softly, eyes tracing the fall of your tears.
âWhat areââ
"I think I'm in love with you," he says, voice breaking on his confession. "I'm in love with you that I wonder how the hell I lived without you all these years. Iâm so glad I met you, did you know that? If Iâd known, Iâd have counted down the daysâeven marked my calendar stupidlyâjust to know you were waiting for me at the end of it. And if I had a choice to go back in time, to stop this apocalypse before it happened, I wouldnât do a damn thing. Because Iâd lose the chance to meet you. Here. As insane as it sounds," His voice shakes, but he pushes on, "I wonâtâI wonât force youâŚ. to like me. Thatâs not what I want. But would it be selfish of me to ask you to stop acting like I'm not here? Like you donât know me? I canâtâŚ" He hiccups, shoulders shaking. "I just want to be part of your life, Y/N."
His words made you take a step forward, your hands trembling as you cup his tear-streaked face. He flinches at first, but then he melts into your touch, his breathing uneven. âIâm afraid,â you admitted, your voice breaking, freckles on his face evident with his face bare. âIâll ruin you. Iâll ruin your life. I'm a fucking ruined person. Canât you see that?â
"I see you more than you see yourself," His hands come up to cover yours, gripping them tightly as though letting go would mean losing you. "You're a fucking angel."
You sobbed at his words. Angel. The word echoed in your head, a word so unfamiliar. How could someone as shattered as you ever be called that? How could Beomgyu see anything but the cracks, the mess? How could someone this realâthis kindâexist? Is he even real? A dream? Or is he just a figment of your imagination, conjured up in your darkest moments to give you false hope?
Your tears fall faster, and Beomgyu panics, own heart breaking at the sight of you crying. Gently, he lets go of your hands and slides his up your arms, his touch featherlightâmoves slowly, as though afraid he might hurt you, tracing his way to your shoulders, then your neck, until his fingers cradle your face.
âWho wouldâve guessed that youâre a crybaby too?â he whispered, his voice uneven but with affection. He steps closer, wrapping you in his arms, pulling your unstable form against his chest. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, your sobs muffled against his warmth.
You feel itâall the longing, all the sleepless nights spent thinking about him. The ache of holding yourself back every time you see him from afarâwaiting for you, searching for you. He holds you.
He holds you like youâre the most precious thing in the world. One hand caresses the back of your head, his fingers threading through your hair, while the other keeps you pressed against him. He presses soft, baby kisses to the side of your head, whispering. "Y/N,"
You stepped back slightly from his embrace, but Beomgyuâs hands stayed on your face, his thumbs softly brushing against your skin. He smiledâhow could a single expression hold so much, and somehow, make everything hurt a little less? You swallowed the lump in your throat. Maybe, just maybe, you could have this. Even if it was only for tonight.
You rose onto your tiptoes, and leaned in. Closing your eyes, you pressed your lips to hisâa fleeting, tentative kiss that barely lasted a second. It was quick, and when you pulled back, you were met with his wide eyes staring down at you, stunned. He hadnât even had time to close them.
For a moment, neither of you moved. His eyes half-closed, his hands tightened slightly on your face, and before you could say anything, he leaned down, pulling you back in.
This time, he kissed you. He tilted his head just enough to fit against you perfectly, his lips moving against yours with a tenderness that made your knees weak. His grip on your face was firm, his tounge grazing your lipsâa soft pleaâasking for entrance. You let him in, letting him taste you as you tasted him.
Both of you pull back, breaths heavy. A delicate string of saliva still connects your lips, breaking as Beomgyu takes a step forward more, his eyes locked on yours, "I want you."
You nod, reaching for him, your fingers curling around his arm to pull him back into you. "We have to be quiet."
His hands find your waist, fingers dip beneath the hem of your shirt. He lifts it, the fabric brushing over your skin, exposing the softness and heat of your bare waist to his touch. His palms glide over your skin.
You found yourself on your back, on the softness of your mattress, his weight settled on top of you. Delicate and warm. His hand grasps your thigh and he hoist it up his waist. âPlease kiss me.â He murmurs into your mouth.
Your tongue brushes his, and he squeezes your thigh. He returns it, seeking your bottom lip to lightly suck on it. Your hands are up his shirt and he starts tugging down your loose pants. He shakily runs a finger between your legs and you inhale sharply. He rubs you, the feel of you soft, so good. He spreads you apart and gently caresses your clit. And youâre so fucking wet. He can't help but give a light sensual pinch. "Beomgyu," you moan on his lips. Made his heart flutter.
Your breathing is harsher and he looks at your pretty face as he shoves his middle finger in youâtouching you is enough for him. He looks at youâwanting to see every expression you make. Heâs going to fuck you until you cum all over his dick and then heâll do it again. Until you don't doubt whatever this is. Until you won't be able to think about leaving him anymore.
He fumbles with your remaining clothes, taking his time as if savouring every second. Itâs slower than you expectedâpartly because he keeps grabbing your face, pulling you into deep, heated kisses that leave you breathless.
Your hands help him get out of his shirt, pulls it over his headâhair falling over his forehead prettily. He leans down and kisses youâhands grab your hair and roam your body, his mouth does the same. Your face, your neck, your shoulder blades. "You're beautiful,"
He kisses down your chest and you run your fingers through his now much longer hair. He licks your nipple and your breath hitched. He bites gently, then bites harder and your back archesâhe suckles, then lick. He does it again and again, to your left and right, giving them enough attention. He hears you moanâsmirks at your skinâand he keeps wanting to hear it.
He goes down furtherâkisses down and the smell of you is divine. His face hovers and with his fingers he spreads you apart. He swallowsâsalivating. He sticks his tongue out, lightly licking your clit. He buries his face in, tongue inside, hands on your hips. "Shit, you taste so sweet, could eat this all day," He groans, lapping up, sucks the arousal out of you. He moves up, nose bumping on your clit then he suckles. His dick is throbbing at the way you taste. Your hands pull his hair, and he feels you down on his chin. He was leaving no parts untouched by his warm mouth.
Going back to you, looking at your face, he bows his head. âKiss me.â
You pull his head down and kiss him, he slides right in and you cry out. "Fuck, you're so tight," He kisses you while he trusts in and out, your moans muffled on his mouth. "You feel so good," Your nails on his back scrape and he thrusts, hard, and keeps himself all the way in and you squirm under him, feeling you coming close.
"More, gyu." You whine out, legs gripping his warm waist as you pull him closer. He did, trust becoming faster, hitting the spot that made you moan out his name. He repositions himself deeper inside you, pressing you into the mattress, his free hand reaching for your clit, rubs lightly. "M'close," Then you felt it, the warm fuzzy feelingâthe rush, almost blindingâthe warmth of his arms and the softness of his whispered name on your lips that brought tears to your eyes. His own cum mixing with yours.
He smiled down at you, his lips quirking in a soft, almost shy grin as he took in your fucked-out expression. âI love you,â he whispered. He can't help himself.
The faint sound of running water filled the room as he disappeared for a second, and you assumed he was cleaning himself up. When he returned, his pants sit low on his hips, his chest still bare, and in his hand, he holds a warm, damp cloth.
Your eyes follow him as he approaches, his eyes filled with so much love it made your chest ache. He kneels beside you, his touch was careful as he ran the cloth over your skin, wiping away, cleaning you up. He worked slowly, keeping one of his hand holding your own, focus entirely on you.
When he was done, he looked up at you with that same soft smile, his eyes searching yours. You feel your own lips curve in response, reaching out to touch his flushed cheeks, your fingers brushing against his warm skin. The simple touch makes his smile widen into a boyish grin. His grin burned into the back of your mind. He holds you. He holds your heart too.
I love you too.
The warm rays of the morning sun seeped through the thin walls of the tent, casting a golden glow over the room. Dust motes floated in the light, drifting toward the tangled mess of blankets wrapped around your body.
It was the best sleep youâd had in a long time. You didnât even remember falling asleep. A yawn slipped past your lips as you stretched your arms, rolling over to the other side.
You weren't alone.
Beomgyu.
He looked so peaceful when he slept, his features soft and unguarded. The sunlight kissed his skin, giving it a honeyed glow, and his hair fell messily over his forehead, looking impossibly touchable. The blanket on his side was pushed low, revealing that he wasnât wearing a shirt. His pale chest and neck were scattered with faint love bitesâmarks you had left there. His lips were slightly parted, and he looked so utterlyâŚ. serene, it made your chest swell.
You reached out, your fingers gently comb his hair. âBeomgyu,â you murmured softly.
"Hm?" He hummed.
You smiled, and he returned itâhis smile lazy, but somehow brighter than the sunlight spilling into the room. âHi, baby,â he greeted,
"It's morning,"
He groaned lightly, shifting closer to you. âI think⌠we should stay here,â he mumbled, his voice raspy and slow, as though speaking was too much effort. He moved until he was pressed against you, his head resting on your bare chest as he planted soft, sleepy kisses against your skin.
âI have things to do, you know,â you protested lightly, though you made no move to stop him. Instead, you let your arms encircle him, cradling his head. His hand slid beneath the blanket, settling on the small of your back, familiar against your bare skin.
âWake up,â you poked his cheek with your finger.
He parted his lips and let out an exaggerated, snore that startled a laugh out of you. âIdiot,â you said, shaking your head, though the fondness in your tone betrayed you. âIâll give you an hour. After that, Captain Joon is going to start looking for me.â
"Let him look," Beomgyu groaned, burying his face deeper into your chest like a stubborn child. âBut why is he always looking for you?â
âBecause heâs my captain, you twat,â you replied, pinching his cheeks. âAnd, oh yeah, heâs my father.â
âWhat!?â Beomgyu shot up, his eyes now wide open and his sleepiness completely forgotten.
âWell, my adoptive father," Beomgyuâs eyes softened instantly at the word adoptive. He didnât press, but his silence, the slight tilt of his head, was an invitation to continue if you were ready.
âYeah, so, uhâŚâ You swallowed hard, your fingers fidgeting slightly. âMy parents were both special forces soldiers. When they were on a missionâa spy operationâthey⌠they didnât make it back. I was five.âHi hand found yours, his fingers squeezing gently.
âI was sent to an orphanage after that,â you continued, your voice steadier now. "I was there for a few years. Then, when I was ten, Captain Joon showed up out of nowhere. Turns out, he was my dadâs best friend. He adopted me. Took me in like I was his own.â
Beomgyu nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. âHow did you end up being a soldier?â he asked softly.
A bittersweet smile tugged at your lips. âI guess it was always in me,â you admitted. âEven as a kid. Captain Joon saw that too. I was⌠kind of wild. Always getting into trouble at schoolâdetentions, fights. I couldnât stand bullies, even when they werenât targeting me. Iâd step in, no matter the cost.â You paused, letting out a quiet laugh. âIt got worse when I got older. One time, I was walking home, and this group of older boys jumped me. They were bigger, stronger⌠I didnât stand a chance. Captain Joon saw what happened, and after that, he decided to put me somewhere I couldnât get hurt like that anymore. He took me with himâin a military camp.â
Your fingers brushed the hem of the blanket, your voice growing quieter. âI officially became a soldier when I was seventeen. Got into the Black Berets a year later.â
Beomgyu traced the line of your jaw with his fingers, his gentle touch made the words come easier.
âThe time you asked me how old I was when I startedâŚâ You hesitated, but his intertwined hands with yours encouraged you to continue. âI got rude because⌠that question was asked of me once before. By someone. He was bitten by the infected, and Iââ Your voice cracked, âI ended up killing him.â
You couldnât meet his eyes, couldnât bear the thought of seeing judgmentâor worse, pityâstaring back at you, but Beomgyu didnât let you hide. His hands cupped your face, tilting it up until your eyes met his.
âThank you for telling me,â he said, âHeâs not suffering anymore.â
Your eyes shimmered with unshed tears as you nodded. He wrapped his arms around you, guiding your head to rest against his chest. No words were spoken. For minutes, you stayed like that, listening to the thump of his heart against yours, a language of its own.
"I should probably be more careful around Captain Joon,â Beomgyu said out of nowhere, trying to lighten the mood.
You laughed, arms around you holding you closer. When he noticed you staring at him, he tilted his head slightly, his expression playful. âWhat? Too handsome?â
âPfft,â you snorted. âAndrogynous.â He whined dramatically, leaning in to pepper your face with kisses. You tried to push him away, laughing as he chased your retreating lips.
âWho wouldâve thought,â he murmured, âthat Iâd fall in love with the prettiest girl at the end of the world?â
The words brought heat to your cheeks, and you turned your face away to hide the blush. âOkay, thatâs enough,â you said, slipping out of his hold and reaching for the first shirt you could findâit was his.
He sat up too, watching you pull his shirt over your body. The hem brushed your thighs, and he couldnât help but smile at the sight. He gathers your hair that had gotten caught under the shirt, his fingers brushing against your neck. "I need to shower, Beomgyu."
"Can I join you? You know, to save water," He immediately quips. You smirk, your eyes meeting his before you give him a subtle nod. That tiny gesture is all it takes for his heart to race, heâs sure you can hear it.
In fact, there was barely any washing done.
Beomgyu finally steps out of your tent, though it took more convincing from you than it probably should have.
Youâre still inside, safe from the prying eyes. The sun is higher now, casting everything in a harsh light. He squints, adjusting to the brightness, and immediately spots a few soldiers milling about nearby.
His stomach drops. If any of them so much as glance his way, theyâll know exactly where he just came from. Your tent. The only womanâs tent in a unit of 25 soldiers.
He keeps his head down, heat creeping up his neck and to his ears as he feels the unseen stares. The scenario playing out like an idol dating scandalâand dispatch is about to break the story of his life.
Choi Beomgyu, caught sneaking out of her tent at sunrise, he imagines the headline, biting back a groan. He quickens his pace, muttering to himself, "Iâm so dead."
"Hold up."
A firm hand clamped down on Beomgyu's shoulder, halting his little walk of shame. His eyes widened as he turned, meeting the sharp gaze of Do-hyun. The older soldierâs eyes flicked back toward your tentâjust six steps behind himâthen back to Beomgyuâs freshly washed hair.
"And here I was, starting to feel sorry for you," Do-hyun said with a smirk. Beomgyu barely had time to stammer out a response before the tent flap rustled, and you stepped out.
"Do-hyun," Beomgyu glanced at you briefly, but you didn't meet his eyes, locked on Do-hyun instead. "Letâs go, yeah?" you asked, a pointed glare following the words.
Do-hyun chuckled, lifting his hands in mock surrender as he stepped back, releasing Beomgyu. "Sure, sure," he said, his smirk softening into something less smug.
The two of you walked off, leaving Beomgyu standing there, you glance back at him, catching a glimpse of his warm, flustered expression. Do-hyun caught it, muttering, "Youâve got him wrapped around your⌠finger,"
You didnât even break stride, your foot shot out, connecting with his shin. Do-hyun yelped, doubling over, he clutched his leg. "Ow! Damn it, I was kidding!"
Beomgyu finally exhales when his tent comes into view, relief flooding his chest. He thought he was in the clearâuntil he steps inside and sees his three brothers waiting for him.
"Where the fuck were you?" Beomgyu knows heâs not getting out of this easily. This is going to be a long talk.
Beomgyu tells them. Everything. He leaves out the more private detailsâof course, he does. Some things are just for him to know. He starts from the beginning, telling them, that he just⌠fell in love with you.
The room goes quiet for a beat before Soobin steps forward, wrapping him in a hug, his voice soft. "Our little Beomgyuâs growing up," he says, sniffing dramatically.
Taehyun follows with a few firms pats on Beomgyuâs back, his smile warm. Yeonjun, leaning casually against the tent post, grins and shakes his head. "You lucky bastard," he teases, but thereâs nothing but happiness in his voice.
The four of them embrace, there's a gap in their circleâa place reserved for someone who isnât there yet but will be soon.
The day passed with a warmth in your chest, fueled by stealing stares and fleeting touches from Beomgyu.
Lunch was a lively affair, shared with Do-hyun, Eun-woo, Beom-seok, Yeonjun, Soobin, and Taehyun. The meal was filled with teasing banter, laughter cutting through the usual hum of camp life. Eun-wooâs soft pats on Beomgyuâs back and Beom-seokâs subtle nods didnât go unnoticedâthey were quiet acknowledgments.
Now, you walk toward the largest tent with your three teammates by your side. Beomgyuâs heated kiss still burns on your lips, the warmth of it fresh, even though it happened only an hour ago. â Captain Joon has called an unexpected night meeting, one that made Beomgyu pout as he agrees to wait at your tent.
The four of you step inside and salute, standing at attention until the captainâs familiar command: "Sit down."
The scene is one youâve known many times before. Yet, there are absences that can't be ignored. Ji-ho, reporting in via radio, assures that heâll be here soon with Huening Kai. â And Seo-jun.
âA brand-new mission for us,â Captain Joon announces, his eyes with a glimmer of hope rarely seen these days. âWord is thereâs a doctor working on the possibility of a cure. And since Jeonju camp is the most stable for now, heâll need assistance. This is the most critical priority, and weâll be the ones handling it.â
Murmurs ripple through the group, surprised with cautious optimism. A cureâit sounds almost too good to be true. You let out a slow breath of relief, the faintest ember of hope flickering in your chest. Maybe, just maybe, humanity has a chance this time.
âWeâre leaving in a few,â Captain Joon continues, his voice firm. âNo time to waste.â
When you reach your tent, Beomgyu is already seated, and waiting. The moment he sees you, he stands, and you stride toward him without wasting any second, pressing your lips to his in a kiss he immediately melts into, âAre you okay?â he asks softly when you pull away, hands finding your waist.
âHmm.â You nod, leaning into his embrace, arms wrapping around him. He presses a kiss to the top of your head. âWeâre leaving now. Mission came in.â
Beomgyu stiffens. âRight now?"
âYes.â
âO-okay.â His voice falters, and he swallows hard.
âIt might take a while,â you admit, your hands sliding up to cup his face as you look into his wide, searching eyes. âItâs pretty far out, and Iââ
âCome back to me safely,â he interrupts, his hands cradle your face. His thumbs gently brush your cheeks. âYou donât have a choice.â
A small smile tugs at your lips. You nod, "I promise.â Reaching up, you unclasp your dog tag, holding it carefully in your hands before slipping it around his neck. His eyes never leave yours, he watches you secure the chain.
âIâll see you soon,â
He holds you.
Itâs been two days since you left, and Beomgyu sits at the table, pushing his food around more than eating it. His mind keeps drifting back to you. The weight of your necklace around his neck is comfortingâbut it reminds him youâre not here. He sighs.
âThere's a car coming!â someone shouts from the outer courtyard. Beomgyuâs head snaps up, his heart skipping a beat. Heâs out of his chair in an instant, sprinting toward the commotion, the rest of his members right on his heels. His breath comes fast, uneven, as he skids to a stop outside. His eyes widen, and for the first time in days, relief crashes over him.
âKAI!â
The four of them swarm the youngest member, nearly knocking him off his feet in their excitement. Kaiâs laughter echoes through the courtyard as Soobin immediately bursts into tears, clinging to him like a lifeline. Beomgyu hugs him tightly, burying his face in his shoulder, while Yeonjun ruffles his hair affectionately. Taehyun, ever practical, starts inspecting Kaiâs arms and legs for injuries.
Everything feels right. Theyâre together, whole. Now, he just needs you to get back here.
They fussed over Kai like he was the most fragile thing in the world, each of them trying to make up for lost time. Kai explained what happenedâthey had been trapped, which was why it took weeks to get here. But Ji-ho, just as youâd assured them before, had been capable. Heâd taken care of Kai and somehow managed to get him back to them safely.
Later that night, Beomgyu was shuffling on his bed while Kai lounged comfortably nearby. It wasnât long before the others would join them; Kai had pleaded for a sleepover with his brothers, saying he missed them too much to sleep alone. Of course, none of them could resist.
âWoah.â Kai says, and Beomgyu turned, pillow in hand, to see what had caught his attention. The younger was staring at the two Polaroids on Beomgyuâs bedside table, face lit with curiosity. âIs this real?â
âWhat, you think I Photoshopped them or something?â Beomgyu laughed, a little sheepishly. He paused, before adding, âI took those with her⌠on the way here.â
Kaiâs eyes flicked back to him, curious. âYouâre together?â
âYeah.â Beomgyuâs lips tugged into a shy smile. âSheâs my girlfriend now.â
Kaiâs grin was blinding, his low ponytail framed his face as he leaned closer to get another look at the photos. âSheâs pretty. Iâm really happy for you, Beomgyu.â
You step through the gates of Jeonju camp, your body aching. Itâs been a month since you last saw this placeâsince you last saw him.
Your clothes are filthy, smeared with dirt and the blood of infected, but none of that matters now. The Doctor is alive, the cure is nearly complete, and your mission is done. You made it.
And then you see him.
Beomgyu is already running toward you, his eyes wide and filled with something that looks like disbelief, like awe, love. You canât stop the smile that breaks across your face, even as your legs wobble beneath you. You start running too, stumbling at first, but your body pushes through the pain, the rest of the world blurring into nothing.
When you reach him, he doesnât hesitate. His arms wrap around you tightly, lifting you off the ground. He holds you close. You cling to him, shaking from exhaustion and adrenaline and the overwhelming relief of being homeâof being with him.
Everyone stops to watch. In a world so cruel, so damned, thereâs something warm in the way two lovers find each other again.
A reminder to believe thereâs still something worth fighting for.
"See you soon, and take care of yourself," Soobin leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. You nod, offering a small smile. "You too."
His lips curve into that familiar, reassuring smile as he hoists his backpack over his shoulder. "Y/N, stay safe," Taehyun says, stepping in to wrap you in a firm hug. You nod on his shoulders.
"Letâs have ramyeon soon, yeah?" Yeonjun chimes in, his usual playful grin lighting up his face. Without waiting for a reply, he grabs your face in his hands and plants a kiss on your forehead, mirroring Soobin. "Iâll cook for you," he adds confidently, pulling back but keeping his hands on your cheeks.
You canât help but laugh, rolling your eyes. "Okay, Mr. Married to Ramyeon." He laughs too, giving your cheeks a playful pat before turning to follow Soobin and Taehyun onto the bus.
For a moment, you just stand there, watching the three of them board.
You turn to see Kai looking down at you, his expression shy. He pulls you into a hug, his arms wrapping around you with surprising strength. "Iâll miss you," he sings softly.
Itâs been three months since the doctor arrived at Jeonju camp with you. A month later he was in, and the cure was complete. Those who received the shot stopped being targeted by the infectedâit was as if the vaccine turned them invisible. No more running, no more hiding.
After countless tests and trial runs, the results were undeniable: 100% effective. The world is still far from healed. Thereâs so much to rebuild, so much left to do. But this vaccineâitâs a start.
And now, Hybe is taking them back. Back to the world they belong to. Back to the life theyâd almost forgotten was possible.
A warm hand slips into yours, and you glance up to meet Beomgyuâs glassy stare. Your eyes flicker to his neckâyour dog tags still hang there, glinting in the light. He holds your hands and lifts them to his lips, pressing a warm kiss to your palms without breaking eye contact.
âI promise to come back to you as soon as I can, okay?â he whispers, "I promise."
You know the truth. Youâll never see him again. This is it.
You already have your ordersâa mission overseas to distribute the cure, to spread it where itâs needed most. You donât know when youâll be back. Or if youâll be back. The world finally has a chance, but your worlds were never meant to stay intertwined.
âOkay,â you say softly, forcing a small smile onto your lips. Youâll never wake up to the sound of his soft breaths against your skin again. Youâll never walk through the Daegu home he often described with so much warmth, never see the place where his happiest memories were made. A place he wants to go with you.
Heâs an idolâa star shining too brightly for someone like you. A celebrity adored by millions. And youâre a soldier, bound by duty to serve your country. He deserves someone gentle, maybe an idol like him, or someone who fits seamlessly into his world. Someone who isnât constantly called away to fight battles in far-off places.
It made you happy while it lasted.
This dreamâthis borrowed time you had.
âI love you,â he says suddenly,, and then heâs kissing you. Once, twiceâthen a third time, slower. He kisses the tip of your nose, and you smile through the tears that blur your vision. You stare at him, taking in everythingâthe curve of his lips, the softness in his eyes, the way his hair falls... across his forehead. You try to commit it all to memory. âI love you so much,â he says, voice trembling as he cups your face.
âI love you too,â
YEAR 2030
You find yourself in the kitchen, humming softly as the news plays in the background. The aroma of spices and fresh herbs fills the space. You chop vegetables for tonightâs dinner, the rhythm of the task bringing you peace. You always find yourself great with knives, you suppose.
A smile spreads across your face as you feel itâa pair of hands, warm, gently caressing your stomach. A body presses against your back, and a soft breath grazes the curve of your neck. The scent of him surrounds you, and you donât need to turn around to know who it is.
When you do turn, youâre met with his smileâthe one that lights up his entire face, even as exhaustion lingers in his eyes. He looks like he just got home, probably rushing straight from practice, his hair still slightly damp from the shower. Without a word, he drops to one knee, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his cheek against your growing belly.
âI missed the both of you,â he whispers, voice soft and full of love.
You laugh, your hand moving to his hair, your fingers combing through the soft freshly bleached blonde strands. âI donât think they can hear you yet, Gyu,â you tease gently, your smile tender. âIâm only five months along.â
He tilts his head up to look at you, his lips forming a playful pout that makes you giggle like youâre both still teenagers. Standing, he cups your face with both hands, thumbs brushing your cheeks, wedding band catches the light, whispering of the life youâve built together. The life you thought was impossible. But he made itâhe made it possible.
If he wanted toâhe would.
âI donât care,â he says softly, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. Then your nose. And finally, your lips. His scent, his warmth, the way his heart beats against yoursâhe's home.
He holds you.
The only sound is the exchanged kisses and the faint murmur of the news on the television.
Following the record-breaking success of TOMORROW X TOGETHERâs latest comeback, member Beomgyu has surprised fans worldwide by releasing his first solo album, The Last Safe Place. The album, deeply supported by MOAs, has already sparked widespread buzzânot only for its musical brilliance but also for the heartfelt inspiration behind it: Beomgyuâs recent marriage.
âThis album is a love letter, a reflection of the most meaningful chapter in my life,â Beomgyu shared. âItâs inspired by the warmth, comfort, and love Iâve found in my marriage. I wanted to capture the feeling of having someone to come home toâa place where your heart feels at peace, no matter what chaos the world throws at you.â
summary: in a world where love is given an expiration date, you find your forever home in an unexpected place.
word count: 10.1k
tags: soulmate!au, best friends to lovers, mostly romance + fluff, fake dating if you squint, reader is afab w/ gender neutral pronouns + fem terms (noona) used
author's note: finally got around to finishing this... it's been a long while coming and i couldn't get myself to write for various reasons and i'm so happy it's all done and out there! (also for any black mirror fans out there, yes this is loosely based on the 'hang the dj' episode but way more lighthearted and with a dash of soulmate brainrot) hope you enjoy and wishing everyone a wonderful holiday season <3
For as long as Soobin can remember, heâs been counting down the days.Â
To summer vacation, to the end of his shift at his part time job, to the start of a long awaited trip, to anything. But thereâs something else that counts down on his behalf, something that he doesnât particularly want to count.
That something is inlaid in a nondescript watch wrapped around his wrist. Everyone gets one once they turn 18, and as far as heâs concerned, its only purpose is to ruin relationships. The cruel hands of time assign a âbest byâ date to each romantic encounter, flashing on the screen from the first meeting, with each failure promising to lead the user closer and closer to their fated lover. If you ask Soobin, itâs all bullshit. How would a stupid watch know anything about fate, anyways?
Itâs a typical Thursday night, and Soobinâs mindlessly scrolling through Time to Love, the government mandated dating app that all phones come with, as per usual when he canât decide on something to watch. He has yet to meet the weekly two date quota, having only gone on one on Tuesday (important to note that heâs already forgotten his name), and heâs running out of time, and he really canât afford to pay that 100,000 won fine this week. Well, he canât afford to pay it at any point in time, but this weekâs been especially rough on him, and he doesnât want to shell out any more of his meager savings just because he couldnât get a date, of all things.Â
The names and faces on his phone screen are a blur as his thumb swipes left aimlesslyâ he doesnât really give that much of a shit who he ends up with, because at the end of the day, heâll say âNoâ when the app asks him if heâd liked them and give them a terrible review saying they were incompatible, because frankly, the algorithm seems to always be wrong when it comes to his matches. Either that, or itâs because he cares so little that he doesnât bother properly vetting his matches.
Heâs resigned himself to his fate anyways; heâll fill up his progress bar with a bunch of shitty matches until the algorithm decides itâs time for him to settle down, then when he finds his âsoulmateâ (if you could even call it that), heâll just be doomed to a loveless arranged marriage set in place by a computer and die unhappy. He canât envision happiness ever coming out of something so lifeless, so cold, so thatâs just how it has to be. At least it gives him something to do instead of rewatching the same three anime series over and over again.
Whateverâ heâll just swipe right on the next person and go on yet another unmemorable date tomorrow. Lee Saerom, the profile reads. Sheâs exceptionally pretty, he has to admit, and sheâs an artist, (and sheâs older, but donât ask him about that) so heâll just ask her about her work and let her ramble for the allotted two hours while he smiles and nods.
He swipes right, and a bright pink heart pattern fills his screen, signifying a successful match. Obnoxious. Itâs replaced with a time and a place, and he lets out a groan. Congratulations! Your date is scheduled for 6pm, at the Coffee Shop. He was supposed to meet you at 7 tomorrow for your usual Friday night updates.Â
Fuck. What if the date goes on longer than an hour?
Heâs never been late for your weekly meetups, but he figures youâll understand, since itâs completely out of his control.
Surely you wonât kill him, right?
Just in case, he recites a prayer to himself before he tucks in for the night.
Youâre already nursing your third vodka soda of the night and Soobin is still nowhere to be found, which is unusual. Heâs never been the most punctual person, but standing you up for an hour after your usual meeting time isnât like him, either. He said heâd be late, but he didnât specify how late⌠youâll grill him later when he explains himself, and youâll make him buy you a drink or two as compensation. With the comfort of a free drink in mind, youâre about to order your fourth round when Soobin finally stumbles in through the door of the bar, eyes scanning each booth until his gaze lands on you, and with an apologetic smile, heâs sliding into the seat across from you.Â
He gestures to your glass, brow curled upwards, which you know means heâs teasing you. âWhat number is this one, noona? You always polish these things off like theyâre nothing.â
âThis is number three, with number four on the way, and thatâs because they are. You owe me at least two for taking so long to get here, asshole.â You let out an indignant huff as you slurp the last of the cocktail through your straw, lips jutting in a comical pout.
âOkay, okay. Next oneâs on me.â Soobin relents with an endeared laugh, waving down the waitstaff and ordering a beer for himself, along with another vodka soda for you.Â
âOkay, now spill.â
âWhat? Am I supposed to have some hot gossip for you? Donât make me guess about what drama Iâve somehow found myself in on accident.â Heâs visibly confused, brows knitted together, and you roll your eyes at him.
âObviously the only reason you would ever skip out on your dear noona was if TTL scheduled you for a date during our usual time, so spill. How bad was this one?âÂ
His lips part in understanding, (you can practically see the figurative lightbulb flickering on) head bobbing in an exaggerated nod before pulling his phone out, hand outstretched to show you his dateâs profile. âI mean, she was okay, I guess. Pretty girl, and she was older, but she spent the entirety of our time slot babbling about her latest art project and how itâs supposedly going to blow away the industry. Which is fine, I guess, because you know I hate talking on these dates, but if she said âbrush techniqueâ and ânegative spaceâ one more time I think I wouldâve tried to drown myself in my caffe mocha. The app thought so too, I guess, because when we checked our expiration date, it was exactly an hour from the start time, so itâs not like I missed out on my forever soulmate or whatever.â
Each TTL date is scheduled for an arbitrary amount of time, depending on your expiration date, which is determined from the first moment you meetâ sometimes itâs just a few minutes, an hour or two, and anything longer than 24 hours is given a two hour time slot maximum. Thereâs supposedly an extremely rare case where you arenât given an expiration date from the get go, regardless of your progress, meaning that youâve found your soulmate by sheer luck, but itâs almost unheard ofâ most people donât find their soulmates until theyâve completely filled up their bars, something about needing ample data to calculate optimal compatibility.
You ogle at his phone screen for a bitâ she really was stunningâ then guffaw at the thought of Soobin nodding halfheartedly, listening to a pretty girl talk his ear off, when most men would probably kill to be in his position. âDamn, if even an older woman that pretty canât hold your attention, and the app confirms that, you know itâs bad⌠So, where does that put your progress at? Werenât you at like, 80% last week?â
Soobinâs face practically scrunches in on itself at your remark, tapping the app once more to check his updated progress bar. âIâm going to ignore that. Iâm at⌠88% after I reviewed Saerom and that guy from earlier in the week. Guess it wasnât a total waste if I got 8% closer to completion. What are you at now?â
You lift your phone to open TTL, your progress bar only having inched 2% closer to completion after your date yesterday. â75% now. I think the algorithm is personally fucking me over, or something. My last few matches have been nice enough, but I cannot keep up with their energy. Itâs wringing me dry. I must be the only person in the entire world who doesnât want a golden retriever for a partner. My date yesterday just about knocked me out for good, he was that energetic.â
âTell me about it,â Soobin commiserates. âIâve very clearly expressed my distaste for bubbly and talkative people who probably peaked in high school, but thatâs all theyâre spitting out in my for you page. No offense to them, I donât think Iâve met any straight up assholes since that one girl from last year, but itâs like the app is purposely recommending the most incompatible people to meâ wait, yesterday? And I didnât hear about this?â
You give him a pointed look, silently conveying that he also didnât inform you of his date today until ten minutes ago. He gets the message and holds his hands up in defeat, then gestures for you to speak, dimples peeking out as he purses his lips. You sigh, rubbing your temples as you recall the most chaotic two hours of the week, maybe even your life.
âOkay, look⌠for the record, he was very nice to me, a perfect gentleman, but my god, could that guy talk. He was practically falling at his knees trying to impress me, which wouldâve earned him a few points in my book, but his mouth was moving maybe five miles a minute at all times without a moment of rest. It was like watching a child hopped up on sugar, to be honest. He talked for forty whole minutes nonstop about pizza. Donât even get me started on how passionate he was about his workout routine.â
Your drinks finally come around, and Soobin hands you your frosted glass, which you gratefully take a long sip out of before continuing. âAnd before you say anything, no, he was nothing like Kai. Also, Kai is literally like my child, and just because I babysat him all those years does not mean I want to date someone like him.â
Soobin parts his lips to respond, then scrunches his nose in distaste as you take the words right of his mouth, opting to down his drink instead. âYouâre no fun.â
âBut thatâs why you love me, right?â
âSure, noona, sure.â
âThatâs it, asshole, you owe me another drink.â
Sunday rolls around, which means youâve got to start scoping out this weekâs datesâ you hate leaving anything to the last minute, and you like to leave the end of your week as free as possible (no one is prying your precious rest time from you, not even a beautiful person with the worldâs best personality).Â
Which means youâre mindlessly swiping through a sea of profiles, hoping you find someone thatâs at least remotely interesting. Youâre prepared for a long night of doom scrolling, but you stop cold in your tracks as you come across a familiar name and face, and a lump forms in your throat.
Choi Soobin.
The algorithm is really fucking with you now. It has to be. Youâve never once even considered your best friend as a potential suitor, not because he isnât insanely attractive and charming (and funny, and easy to talk to, andâŚ), but because heâs your best friend. Youâve known him for so long, youâve seen him cry when he couldnât get the Pokemon card he wanted when he was young enough to need allowance to buy it, and heâs seen you for long enough to know you threw the nastiest toddler tantrums over being denied an ice cream purchaseâ the point is that you know him a little too well, and you know from experience that thatâs not always ideal in romance.Â
But you have been having terrible luck with your matches for so long, and two hours of Soobinâs undivided attention doesnât seem so bad, and it would be a good time, at leastâŚ
You kick yourself mentally for even thinking of it. Heâs your best friend, for godâs sake.
Yet your thumb continues to hover over his profile, quivering as you make the motion to swipe right on him without touching the screen. The guilt and the risk of maybe ruining your friendship forever clearly isnât enough to stop you from considering him.Â
The gentle, familiar smile that heâs sporting in his profile picture pierces your heart, and youâre not sure why. Maybe youâve always had a thing for him unconsciously, maybe you just want someone who actually gets you, maybe youâre just running out of options. Or maybe youâre just tired of chasing after something you know is futile, and you want to take a chance on something, on someone, that might actually be good for you. On someone that you know would be good to you, and for you.
And so, with bated breath, you swipe right.
[Time to Love: Y/N has liked you! Open the app for more details.]
To say Soobin is struck with disbelief would be an understatement. Heâs practically gaping at his phone, and he knows youâd be laughing your ass off and making fun of him if you could see him. But itâs precisely that typical flippant attitude of yours thatâs got him perplexed about this development.
Heâd be lying if he said heâs never once thought of you that wayâ heâs always thought you were pretty and kind hearted, despite your temper, and youâve always been there for him, through thick and thin, even when he was being kind of a dick. That definitely counts for something. But heâs never thought about crossing that boundary, because 1) heâs not allowed to pursue anyone he doesnât match with through the app anyways, and 2) matching with you could make or break your bond forever (heâs leaning towards break, though, because like he said, the watch is bullshit). In short, heâs a fucking coward and a little too cynical for his own good.Â
But here it is, an opportunity for a date with you, in all its glory, and initiated by you, no less. He should be celebrating, or at least hyped up, because maybe itâll all work out, maybe this is the solution to all his lukewarm matches over the last few months, but instead heâs downright terrified. Thereâs absolutely no way that you both come out of this unscathed. Thereâs no such thing as a perfect forever if itâs decided by a computer. There canât possibly be a happy ending at the end of this road.
He shakes his head, as if it would clear his head of the panicked thoughts. Youâre still his best friend, at the end of the day, he tells himself, and heâs sure that youâll fight just as hard as he will to keep him in your life. So he holds onto the tiniest sliver of hope that somehow your relationship doesnât crash and burn spectacularly, opens the app, and swipes right on you.
Congratulations! Your date is scheduled for 3pm, at the Aquarium.Â
A new notification pops up. Soobinâs heart stirs.
y/n noona: see you tomorrow âĽď¸
He feels guilty as a wave of excitement washes over him. He shouldnât be feeling like this. Youâre his best friend. His dear noona. He may as well be signing away your friendship for good. But itâd be worse if he didnât match your enthusiasm.
soob: yup, see you tomorrow noona :]
Itâs only 5 minutes past the scheduled meeting time, and already Soobinâs panicking that youâve changed your mind and cancelled on him, writing this off as a mistake. Heâs trying his very best to remain nonchalant, itâs just a date with his best friend, who he might have a sapling of a crush on, no big deal, right? Or maybe it is for the best if you cancel, then heâd have one less crippling fear to worry about.
Heâs rethinking his outfit for the umpteenth timeâ he didnât want to look like he was trying too hard, not in front of you because youâd probably think it was silly, but he also doesnât want you thinking he shows up to dates looking like a slob. (For the record, he thinks heâs got a decent sense of fashion. Heâs better than Kai, at least, though that isnât saying much.) Heâs internally debating if he shouldâve gone with the navy polo shirt instead of the grey cardigan draped over his shoulders, or if he shouldâve gone with the black slacks instead of the light wash jeans, but his jumbled thoughts dissipate as you tap on his shoulder, shit-eating grin and all.Â
âWhatâs with you, Soob? You look like the fate of the universe depends on you, and you only have 5 minutes to save all of humanity.â You tease, nudging your shoulder against his. Oh, if only you knew what was really weighing on him.
He has half a mind to swat your shoulder, but heâs a little too aware that the two of you are supposed to be on a date, so instead he shoves his hands into his pockets. To his surprise, youâre more dressed up than usual, (heâs used to seeing you exclusively in oversized hoodies) andâ wait, you two are practically matching, from the grey cardigan, light wash jeans, all the way down to the white sneakers. The only difference is that youâve buttoned up your cardigan so that it functions more as a blouse, but you two clearly have definitely mastered the art of accidental couple looks.
âOkay, awkward⌠one of us has to change.â He teases in an attempt to ease his own racing mind, dimples peeking out as he stifles a laugh. You let out an indignant huff, pushing his massive frame with no success. He doesnât even budge.
âNot my fault that youâre trying to steal my look. I wore it better, by the way,â You retort, but truth be told, youâre reeling at the sight of him. Youâve only ever seen him in his stuffy work attire and the worn-out, faded shirts he refuses to throw out, and seeing him in a comparably softer, more preppy look is making you see him with new eyes.
You shake your head, as if doing so will reset your perspective to factory settings and make you see him as just your best friend again. (spoiler alert: it doesnât. Soobin is still handsome and he looks very cute, and youâre still very much affected by it.) âOkay, so. First things first. Should we check our apps? To see if, like, weâre compatible, or I donât know.â Your voice is stiff, like youâre buffering, and you donât think youâve ever been this awkward around Soobin, at least not since the day you met.
Soobin turns up his nose in disagreement and covers his watch screen and yours. âNah, thatâs bullshit. Itâs already all decided, isnât it? Itâs been decided from the second we stepped into the aquarium. No point in checking now, we should decide for ourselves if this is something we want to pursue, instead of letting some computer dictate that. When itâs over, itâs over, and we can just go back to being friends, right?â
âWell, I think itâs probably better to know when to give this a rest, instead of constantly wondering if my best friend is set to be my long-term romantic partner, or whatever.â You had a point. But a part of Soobin didnât feel ready to face the fact that you might not want to see him again like this. A much smaller part of him is still fearful that you two might not be able to turn back from this.
âOkay, okay, fine. We can check itâbut not now. If we make it to a third date, then we can check how long we have. But you have to be honest and not touch it whatsoever.â Soobin doesnât make any move to mention that he isnât interested in seeing you again, but you donât want to just assume that heâs into you, so you test the waters.
âOkay, I promise to be honest. But why the third date? Are you really that keen on seeing me?â Youâre trying to be teasing, but you feel more desperate than anything.
Soobin doesnât answer for a moment, and you think that youâve said the wrong thing. Just as youâre about to apologize, he replies, âIf we make it to a third date⌠then Iâll know whether weâre actually giving this a proper shot and not just for shits and giggles or as an escape from our other failed connections.â
His sincerity both surprises and flatters you, and you canât tell if youâre supposed to be frozen in shock or hugging him, or a secret third thing, so you just stay still, absently fiddling with your fingers.
When you look up again, Soobinâs holding out his hand, and you look at him with obvious confusion. Rolling his eyes, he takes your hand in his, lips pursed into a thin line. You want to make some clever jab at him, but his hands are warm and soft and they practically swallow up your much smaller ones, and youâre filled with a wash of emotions so intense that you canât muster up the strength to retort.
Soobin notices that youâre still visibly perplexed, and he mutters. âWeâre on a date, you know. Weâve got to act the part.â Itâs a half truth at best; he does want to give this date a proper chance, but selfishly, he really just wants to hold your hand for two hours. If you catch onto his white lie, you donât show it, but he doesnât miss the rosy hue that colors your cheeks as you nod.
Heâs right, you thinkâ it is a date, and youâre the one who swiped on him first, so the least you can do is treat him like a possible suitor and not just your best friend. He deserves that much, at least, and you need to know whether this bundle of butterflies in your stomach is a passing feeling or a dull ache youâve forgotten about, so you let him lead you into the dimly lit array of fish tanks.
Youâre noticing a lot of things about Soobin.
You notice that Soobinâs eyes practically twinkle when he gets excited. Itâs never been something youâve taken note of, but you canât help but notice it now, every time he points out a species of fish he recognizes. Itâs cute. Youâre not sure if youâre supposed to find your best friend cute, but you do.
You notice how his comically long fingers slot in between yours, and youâre really starting to like how it feels, though youâd die of embarrassment if you admitted as much.Â
Not to mention heâs an absolutely perfect gentleman. Heâs constantly asking you if you want something to eat, if youâre tired, if youâre cold, and you let him know that youâre fine each time. When you accidentally pull apart your shoelaces, heâs quick to kneel down and tie them up for you. When he stops to grab himself a bottle of juice, he offers one to you, too.
Had Soobin always been this pretty? So cute? And so sweet? How had you never taken notice of him like this all these years? (You know the answer to that, but youâre still surprised at what youâre noticing nonetheless.)
Soobin catches you staring at him while youâre both supposed to be looking at a school of clownfish, and you expect him to make some egotistical joke at your expense, but instead he gives you a warm smile, eyes crinkling into crescents, and god dammit to hell, you melt.Â
The two hours pass by like nothing, and unlike your past few dates, youâre dreading the end of it, and you wish that the beep signifying itâs over would never come. To your disappointment, he releases your hand as you approach the entrance, and your hand is already missing his warmth. You turn to face him; well, not really, because you canât bear to make eye contact with him, not when you spent the better part of two hours shamelessly ogling at him.
His voice cuts in between the thoughts rattling around in your head, and he sounds so apprehensive that it worries you. âCan I ask you something? No, wait, can you promise me something?â
You know how seriously Soobin takes his promises, so youâre a little scared for what heâs going to say next, but you nod anyway.
âPromise me that if this doesnât work out, weâll still be friends. Please.â The last word is so quiet that you almost miss it, and when you finally muster the courage to meet his gaze, heâs giving you a pleading look so earnestly that it breaks your heart a little.Â
âI promiseâ no, I pinky promise. Weâll be friends, no matter what.â
Since he was younger, Soobinâs held the belief that pinky promises are binding, and he knows that you know this, so you hold out your pinky, hoping that this can ease whatever worries he has on his mind.
You pinky promised. Soobin knows that itâs your unspoken way of assuring him (youâve never been the most verbally affectionate, anyways), a quiet way of letting him know that he means just as much to you as you do to him. He links pinkies with you to seal the promise, feeling just a little bit lighter as you both make your way to the subway station together, shoulders bumping all the while.
Soobin just really, really hopes that youâll be able to keep that promise.
[How would you rate your date?]
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Congratulations! Your next date is scheduled for 8pm tonight, at the Night Market.
You shouldnât be surprised that your next date with Soobin comes so soonâ you still have your weekly quotas to meet, and the app always schedules dates within 24 hours of matching or a positive rating, but truth be told, your surprise is solely because you just donât know how to face him. You two had made that pinky promise to stay friends regardless of the circumstances, but youâd also resolved to treat him like a potential suitor while you two are seeing each other, so where does that leave you?Â
Well, it leaves you in front of the closet with no idea what to wear. You want to look good (for Soobin, but youâre in denial at the moment), but itâs just a night market, and you know youâll never hear the end of it if Soobin catches on that you went through lengths just to impress him.
Speaking of the devil, your phone flickers on to reveal a text from him, and you scoff as you scan its contents.
soob: so i hear you enjoyed our date
y/n noona: ignoring that. anyways
y/n noona: whatâs the deal for tonight
y/n noona: i need to know asap
soob: aw, noona, do you want to see me again that badly? iâm excited, see you later tonight âĽď¸
y/n noona: shut up, you clearly want to see me again too. donât be late or iâm stealing your wallet laterÂ
y/n noona: i'm asking whatâs the dress code, are we matching again :p
soob: i mean, if you insist⌠đ i knew you wanted me
y/n noona: nvm youâre getting me in a hoodie and my raggedy sweats with the hole in the knee, fuck you
soob: no no i take it back iâm sorryÂ
y/n noona: ok fine you get spared just this once
y/n noona: [IMG_3687.jpg]
y/n noona: final outfit check. if weâre going to be matching it will be your decision so choose wisely
soob: wait thatâs not fair
soob: noona come back
soob: DONâT LEAVE ME HANGING LIKE THIS
[y/n noona has âLikedâ your message]
soob: you are so mean to me
You let out a sigh of relief you didnât know you were holding when Soobin arrives, clad in a blue flannel thatâs nearly identical to yours, black tee, beige cargos, and a black shoulder bag. Youâd been hoping he would follow through, and thereâs a small surge of pride at how youâll be walking around the market, hand in hand, in matching outfits, but thereâs something you hadnât been counting on.
Heâs wearing his glasses.Â
Youâve always known that Soobin doesnât have the best eyesight (heâs constantly squinting to see things, but so do you), but now that youâre seeing him in a new light, his usual black frames are suddenly the most attractive thing in the world, and you may as well be holding a neon sign that blares âI HEART NERDSâ for him to see.
You make a painfully pathetic attempt to mask your delight by waving at him with a grin, and thankfully Soobin doesnât notice, or if he does, he doesnât make any show of it, and instead he simply salutes at you with two fingers and cracks a grin. As he sidles up to you, his large hand slips into yours with a little too much ease, fingers immediately interlocking with yours, and it sends your head into a frenzy all over again. As if heâs aware that your mind is going haywire, Soobin leans down towards you, and for a second you think heâs going to kiss you.
Youâre frantically trying to make some motion to stop him, itâs so sudden and your cheeks are way too hot now, and heâs way too close, and your damn arms wonât budgeâ
âI hope you came ready to eat. I came armed with a fuck load of cash because I am going to stuff myself silly with food, and I am not getting turned away by the âcash onlyâ booths.â Thereâs a fire of determination in Soobinâs eyes, paired with a wide grin, and you donât know whether to be concerned for him or for yourself, but nonetheless, youâre a little relieved that you completely misread the situation. Before you can say anything in response, though, heâs dragging you towards the sweeping lines of booths, already making a beeline for some takoyaki.Â
The tray full of octopus balls in Soobinâs hands is steaming and they smell absolutely mouthwatering, and, in true Soobin fashion, he gets over excited and tries to pop the entire thing in his mouth in one go. He immediately regrets it, of course, because immediately heâs whining over the fact that his tongue is now most definitely burnt and numb from the piping hot orb of batter heâd just tried to scarf down. You might be finding him insanely attractive now, but heâs still as clumsy as ever, and you canât stifle the laughter that bubbles in your throat at the sight.
âDumbass⌠you should know damn well that you shouldnât put a whole takoyaki in your mouth like that.â You tease, snickering as he fans his tongue once he swallows.
âShut up! I couldnât help myself!â He lets out a childish huff, stuffing another ball into his mouth with a comically exaggerated pout, and consequently huffing and puffing at the heat that blooms in his mouth once more. The whole display is undeniably adorable, and it takes all of the willpower you have to resist the burning desire to squish his cheeks.Â
The tray of takoyaki is polished off in no time, and a bowl of bingsu, a cup of fish cake soup, two sticks of tanghulu, a plate of sweet rice cakes, an ice cream cone, and a million other things you lost track of follow suit into the bottomless pit that seems to be Soobinâs stomach. He wasnât kidding when he said he came ready to eatâ heâs plowing through the booths like itâs his last meal on Earth. Heâs gracious enough to offer you half of his portions, at least, so itâs not like heâs leaving you to starve. (youâd kill him if he did, though.) Once heâs had his fill, his lips curl up into a mischievous grin as he jabs his thumb in the direction of a different section of the market, one filled with countless games: target shooting, beanbag toss, dartsâ the row of booths seems to stretch on forever.Â
âOh, youâre on, Soob. Donât think Iâm going easy on you because weâre on a date.â
âYeah? Donât think Iâm going easy on you because youâre older.â
Contrary to both of your words, Soobin is absolutely fucking terrible at the beanbag toss, despite his long arms definitely giving him an advantage, and youâre no good at shooting or throwing and aiming at anything, really, so the two of you leave each booth with empty hands, though youâre laughing as if youâve hit the jackpot.
Even though you two fail spectacularly at every single game they have available, youâre suddenly aware of how much your cheeks hurt. From smiling. From laughing. When was the last time that happened on a date? Or ever, even?
Soobin ventures off on his own while youâre lost in thought, and he returns from his little solo adventure with yet another serving of tanghulu (the third one of the night: strawberry for him, tangerine for you this time). Youâre reaching out to grab the sweet from his outstretched hand, when suddenly you jump as loud popping sounds blare overhead. Thereâs a beat of silence before a flurry of colorful lights blooms in the sky, and your shoulders relax once you realize itâs just fireworks.
Youâre admiring the colors and shapes of the fireworks display as you crunch on your tanghulu, and youâre so enraptured you almost miss the feeling of someoneâs gaze on you. Almost.
When you turn to confirm your suspicions, youâre right, itâs Soobin whoâs staring at you, but heâs staring at you so intently, with such intensity, that you immediately grow flusteredâ heâs never looked at you like that beforeâ and youâre immensely thankful that the flashes of light in the sky mask the rosy hue thatâs surely staining your cheeks. Just when youâre about to swing your head away to focus your attention on the fireworks once more, his hand flies out to cradle your chin in his palm, keeping your gaze fixated on him.Â
Then heâs closing the distance, slowly but surely, fixated on you all the while to gauge your reaction, and even though youâre frozen in shock, you donât think you wouldâve moved, anyways. Your eyes flutter shut at the last minute, nerves getting the better of you, until his lips brush against yours tentatively, as if heâs hesitating, holding back.
You meet his gaze once more, and neither of you say a word, you just nod in response to the pleading look in his eyes, as if asking your permission. He breaks out into the most beautiful smile, one that you wish you could snap a mental photo of and tuck away in a safe place in your mind, and then heâs kissing you. Actually kissing you.
He kisses you with such fervor, as if heâs been wanting to do this his whole life, and you canât help the way you practically melt in his hold, pressing yourself against his broad figure. The fireworks display is all but forgotten, the only thing on either of your minds being the way your lips meld into each other, and the way your hands clasp together.
Soobinâs in a daze when you two finally break away for a much-needed breath, and youâre sure you look like youâre in an equally hazy state. For a moment, you two are dead silent, staring at each other, with only the sound of your soft pants and the popping of fireworks in the background to fill the silence.
Soobin is the one who breaks the silence first, smiling sheepishly as he rubs the nape of his neck. âTo be honest, Iâve⌠Iâve been wanting to do that for a while.â
Your eyes are as wide as saucers, and you can feel your jaw go slack in shock. Soobin had been wanting to kiss you. Soobin has thought about kissing you. Your best friend Soobin wanted to kiss you.
âWhy didnât you?â You reply without thinking, but really, you know very well exactly why heâs never done it. Heâs your best friend, always has been, and heâd be doing much more than fucking up your friendship by kissing you before you two matched. Naturally, Soobin leaves that question unanswered, posing a question of his own instead.
âWhat made you match with me?â
âWellâŚâ You donât know what to say. You donât want to rattle off a list of qualities that make him desirableâ youâre already feeling flustered enough after he kissed you like that, and youâre not looking to inflate his stupid ego or risk being the butt of his teasing. But you want to be honest with him. You donât want him thinking his suppressed desire has been one-sided all this time.
âI guess Iâve always wondered what it would be like to go on a date with you. We wouldnât be bored, we would know how to keep each other happy, and understand each other, that kind of thing⌠and I was a little tired of seeing you go through all those people you didnât click with, who didnât get you, especially not the way I did. You know Iâve never liked the people you were seeing, and I was always annoyed by the idiots you dated in high school, and all your stupid matches⌠I always thought everyone took you for granted, and no one seemed to care about actually getting to know you. I thought I was just looking out for you, caring about you, as your best friend, but maybe I was actually just jealous.â
âJealous? Really?â He looks so incredulous it embarrasses you that you have to clarify further.Â
âYes, jealous⌠I especially hated whatâs-her-name, Hyeji? That one student council girl who dumped you in front of the whole school.â
Soobin grimaces at the mention of her name, and you canât help the relief you feel at his response. âUgh, her. Led me on for months because she thought I was cute and then when we started dating she nitpicked every single thing I did, all because I wasnât the suave drama lead of her dreams and then dumped me because she couldnât change me. You know she threw away a whole pack of my Pokemon cards because she thought it was âtoo nerdyâ?â
âSee? This is what I mean. None of your romantic partners actually seem to appreciate you as you are. And so I donât know, something came over me, and I wanted to see if I could do a good job because IÂ know I appreciate you for who you are and now Iâm confused, and I feel like Iâve ruined our friendship forever, andââ
To your relief, Soobin doesnât laughâ instead he cuts your rambling off with a quick kiss, and it flusters you into silence. âShh. We promised, remember?â
âI mean, we also promised each other when we were in high school that weâd settle down and raise ten dogs on a farm together.â
Soobin laughs this time. âYeah, I remember that. But this is a pinky promise, isnât it? Itâs different.â
âYouâre right⌠but itâs scary, you know? Coming to this realization about you, and thinking about you this way, and enjoying it, but also worrying about how weâre going to get out of this after our relationship expires... I donât want to get too carried away and change our dynamic forever.â Youâre chewing the skin off your lower lip nervously (you never did break that habit, so now your lip is bleeding), and, while Soobinâs voice is gentle, you know him well enough to detect the subtle tremor as he speaks.
âI know. But weâll be okay. Weâll figure it out. I wonât let anything remove you from my life for good. Especially not the watch.â His voice is so low, so quiet, youâd miss it if you werenât fixated on him, as if heâs trying to convince himself, and you squeeze his hand in what you hope is an admirable attempt at reassuring him. âThe app hasnât told us our connectionâs expired yet, so I just really, really want to give this a chance. A proper chance, so I can say I did it before I get matched with my ârealâ soulmate, or whatever. I donât want to think about what could have been, especially not with you. I think thatâd be worse for us.â
You know exactly what he means. Harboring dormant feelings for your best friend never bodes well, at least not in the movies and the books, so you may as well get this pining out of your system, and let it become a distant memory as soon as possible, if itâs not meant to be. Itâs only fair, for both of your futures, and for your friendship. (and though neither of you want to admit it, the thought of not being each otherâs soulmates is depressing.)
âLook, Soob⌠I really want to give this a chance, too. I want to see where it takes us while weâre allowed to. I want to try. Itâs scary, itâs fucking terrifying, but youâre my best friend, Soob. I promise you wonât lose me because of some stupid watch. Pinky promise.â You try to keep your voice upbeat as you hold out your pinky towards him, offering a tender smile. He links his pinky with yours, and you can see his frame visibly relax once he does.Â
You rest your head on his shoulder, pinkies still linked, and silently hope that youâll be able to uphold your promise to him. Youâve never been any good with breakups. Soobin knows that.
But youâll be okay with him, right?
Heâs your best friend, after all.
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Congratulations! Your next date is scheduled for 2pm tomorrow, at the Botanical Gardens.
Soobin decided on his own that heâs picking you up for the third date, and he let you know as much. After last nightâs events though, this means that youâre turning your entire closet upside down trying to find the sweet spot for your look today, because your head is jumbled with far too many thoughts, all of them about Soobin. Every outfit you think up is either too dressy, or too casual, or too out there, or too bland, and you have half a mind to reschedule with your mind in the state that it is. Unfortunately for you, Soobin is already on his way, and youâre not the type of asshole to tell him to head back home and forget the whole date, so you just stare at your pile of clothes on the floor, hoping that somehow youâll be enlightened with the perfect outfit idea and get yourself looking presentable before he comes knocking.
The universe is clearly not on your side, though, because your doorbell rings not even a minute later, and all youâve picked out is your jeans and youâre still very much topless. You shoot a message to Soobin, thumbs flying frantically as you let him know youâre not quite ready yetâ he might be your best friend in the entire world, but youâre not ready for him to see you under your clothes just yet, especially now that youâre properly seeing each other.
Youâre still not sure what to wear, but you figure a beige knit sweater should be safeâ you wonât look like youâre trying too hard, but you also wonât look like youâre not trying at all. When you swing the door open to finally greet Soobin, your breath quite literally gets taken away, because he trips and almost knocks you over with his lanky frame, but also, heâs breathtaking.
Heâs clearly put a lot of thought into his outfit, which is very cute, and he looks absolutely stunning. A sleek black cardigan with white striped accents on the sleeve, a white dress shirt that clearly looks freshly pressedâ hell, heâs even wearing a tieâ and those godforsaken glasses that have you in a chokehold somehow. You donât even bother hiding your delightâ heâs so beautiful, and you know he needs a little validation after he probably spent hours putting his look together.
He catches you staring wordlessly, and he flushes with embarrassment.âWhat? Too much? I knew I should have skipped on the tieââ He grumbles, making a move to loosen it, but heâs stopped by your hand over his.
âNo. You look great, Soob. Seriously.â Youâre not used to being verbally affectionate, especially not with him, but when he looks that sad, like a kicked puppy, you know better than to tease him when heâs unsure of himself. Despite that, youâre still shy as you reassure him. âYou look beautiful.â
The way he brightens when he hears your words is almost cartoonish, and this time, you canât hold back your laughter, which earns a pout from him, which in turn only fuels your laughter further. You appease him by lacing your fingers with his (heâs apparently a lot easier to please than you remember, but maybe thatâs your imagination), and he responds by placing a kiss to the back of your hand. The gesture is tender and sweet, and you think about what itâd be like to have Soobin do that to you every day.
âWell, shall we?â He bows exaggeratedly with his free arm, giving you a blinding smile.
You mirror his smile, and playfully curtsy in return. âWe shall.â
When you two arrive at the botanical gardens, itâs jam-packed with people (a worker explains that their tulips are in full bloom, so everyoneâs vying for their social media moment), and Soobin is visibly startled, though he recovers quickly as he turns to you.Â
âYou okay? Thereâs so many people... I think this is twice, maybe even thrice as many people as there were at the night market.â You donât do well with crowds, the crowd at the night market was probably the most you could handle, but you know that you donât have a choiceâ you have to follow through with the date as scheduled, or risk a fine that neither of you can afford, so you just nod, your grip on his hand tightening.Â
Soobin somehow finds a slightly less crowded area of the tulip fields for you two to stroll in after doing a quick sweep (thank god for his height, and that he uses it to his advantage), but you still feel tense as you walk hand in hand. Thereâs still a decent amount of people, with more spilling in excitedly, phone cameras in hand, and you have a bad feeling the crowd will only grow in size as the day drags on. You just hope youâre as convincing an actress as you think you are, and that Soobin wonât notice as he reads the identification cards for each flower.
Youâre caught off guard when he gently pushes you down onto a nearby bench, and crouches in front of you, clasping your other hand in his so that both of them are occupied. The concerned expression on his face tells you that youâre nowhere near an Oscar for your performance, and that heâs most definitely caught on to your discomfort. Normally youâd be embarrassed at the displayâ you hate making a scene in public, but your anxiety is getting the better of you, and itâs nice to know that he still knows you as well as you thought.
âNoona⌠look. I know you donât like crowds, especially excitable and hectic ones like these. If you really, really feel like this is too much for you, we can cancel the date and go home. I want you to have a good time, and I know itâs hard for you when thereâs so many people.â
Youâre chewing at your lower lip again, and Soobin lets go of one of your hands to thumb at your lip to stop you before you tear it open with your teeth. âBut Soob, we came all this way. And you dressed so nicely for me, for this date, and I spent all this time wanting to look good for you, and spend time with youâŚâ You trail off when your breath catches in your throat, your chin trembling as your eyes well up. âItâd be such a waste to cancel after all our time and effort.â
Once again Soobinâs thumb is gently swiping over your cheeks when the tears finally spill over, hushing you with the soft sincerity that heâs prone to when heâs not teasing you.Â
âHey, hey⌠we can reschedule for another day, canât we? We donât have to do this, noona. Thereâs always next time. It wonât be a waste, I promise.â You feel so apologetic you could die. Soobinâs being so patient and sweet and understanding with you and here you are, kicking up a fuss. The least you could do is power through and follow through with your scheduled date, and youâd hate to miss out on this time with him that youâve been looking forward to. You were excited for this date, and you want him to know that.
âI think Iâd feel worse if we cancelled after we went through all this trouble, and especially if it was all because of me⌠just give me a moment to calm myself down.â Soobin nods in response, cradling your cheek in his palm, and you sigh appreciatively at the tender gesture. He doesnât say anything as you wipe away the remnants of your tears and blow your noseâ he just holds your hand, letting you gather yourself, and you think for a moment that this must be the benefit of falling for your best friend.
Once the tears have finally subsided, and youâve had a moment to calm your nerves, you meet Soobinâs eyes, which are searching yours, as if scanning for any lingering signs of discomfort. When he canât find any, and you give him a reassuring look and a grateful smile, he seizes the opportunity to steal a peck from your lips, grinning cheekily with his tongue between his teeth when he pulls away.Â
âH-hey! What was that for?!â Your shock and surprise is real, but your indignance certainly isnât, if your rosy cheeks are any indication. Your discomfort is forgotten, at least temporarily, so youâre glad for that.
âOh⌠just because. You liked it, though.â Heâs so smug, that stupid asshole, but heâs right, so you pull him in for another quick kiss before you try to make a run for it. Unfortunately for your escape plan, youâve forgotten that your hand is still very much interlocked with his, and heâs significantly stronger than you, so he easily pulls you back into his embrace. You canât say you mind, thoughâ heâs warm and he smells good, like jasmine and sandalwood and the faint scent of vanilla, and if you werenât already so flustered youâd bury your face in his broad chest.
âFeeling better now?â The words fall from Soobinâs lips with a teasing lilt, but you know itâs his way of genuinely checking in on you, so you answer sincerely.
âMuch better. Though Iâd still like to avoid the crowds and find somewhere else to have our date⌠if you donât mind? The tulips are pretty, and as much as I would like to admire them too, thereâs just so many people fighting for a good photoâŚâÂ
âOf course, I get it. I saw a sign pointing to a field of azaleas over there that is probably getting a lot less foot traffic than the tulips, so we could head over there?â He gestures in the opposite direction of the tulip field, and youâre more than happy to oblige, letting him tug you along.
Thankfully Soobinâs guess is correct, because thereâs only a handful of people at the azalea field when you two arrive, and the tension in your shoulders finally lets up. The dainty red and pink flowers have their own quaint charm, and theyâre vibrant and eye-catching. You crouch down to get a closer look, taking hold of a delicate petal in between the pads of your fingers to admire them.
âDid you know red and pink azaleas represent love and romance? Roses arenât the only flower of love like everyone seems to think.â Soobinâs deep voice rings in your ear and you startle a little, partially because heâs way closer to you than you expected (itâs going to be a while before you get used to maintaining close proximity with him) and partially because you had no idea Soobin was just casually carrying the knowledge of flower meanings in that pretty head of his.
âTheyâre so pretty⌠theyâd make a much more unique gift than roses for special occasions, too. Not that thereâs anything wrong with roses, but theyâre kind of done to death, donât you think?â
Instead of answering, Soobin looks both ways, then plucks a flower, and you hiss in disapproval at him. âHeyâ! What are you doing? The sign says that we canât pick the flowers!â Luckily, none of the staff has taken notice of his mischievous little act, but even if they did, you canât help but wonder if theyâd even care, when he could charm his way into anything.
Soobin tucks the flower behind your ear, seemingly ignoring your disapproval as he hums a tune under his breath. âA gift for our special occasion, and a little commemoration of our budding romance, or something. And look, noona, youâre so pretty. Just like a flower.â He punctuates his statement with the sound of his phone camera flashing, followed by four more, until youâre blushing profusely with embarrassment.
âSoobin, thatâs enoughââ Your cheeks are beet redâ you can feel it from the sheer amount of blood running into themâ and though you really like that Soobinâs taking pictures of you for him to keep, youâre extremely camera shy, and he knows that, which is probably why heâs so insistent.
âActually, the issue is that I didnât take enough. Now smile for the camera!â You have to practically wrestle your way away from the camera, but not before he snaps a few more of you smiling bashfully at him. He catches up to you with ease (damn those long legs of his), arms secure around your frame as you squeal, though youâre secretly pleased that youâre in his hold.
The time once again ticks by like nothing as you walk side by side, admiring the blooms around you and snapping photos of each other (âFor wallpaper usage purposes,â Soobin says, and you blush again), and before you know it, your watches are beeping to signify that your two hours are up. Soobin sobers up almost immediately, expression unreadable, and though he doesnât say anything as he takes your hand, you know whatâs on his mind, because the same thing is on yours.
Thereâs a palpable tension hanging in the air once the two of you reach the entrance of the gardensâ itâs the third date, after all, and you promised youâd find out your expiration date if you made it this far. Youâre relieved that your watches havenât blared just yet, signifying the end of your connection, but youâre still struck with the nervousness of finding out how long youâll last. You think youâll never get over it if you only get a few monthsâ or worse, a few days with himâ after all this secret pining and yearning.
If you didnât know any better, youâd think Soobin was somehow eerily calm about the whole thing. But you do know better, and you know that heâs just trying to put on a brave face for you, and for himself. The two of you open Time to Love in silence, hands still interlocked, swiping to the âLove Countdownâ tab with your free hands, and brace yourselves. Soobin gives you a reassuring nod, and you respond back with what you hope is an equally reassuring smile, and that your expression doesnât betray the fear bubbling deep within you.
Soobin takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. âOkay, on the count of three,â
âOneâŚâ
âTwoâŚâ
âThree!â
When both of you tap the in-app tab, there isnât an array of numbers indicating an expiration date with a ticking countdown, as you expected and had grown accustomed to on your previous datesâ in fact, there isnât a single number on the screenâ and instead thereâs an infinity sign.
You two donât have an expiration date.
You and Soobin look at each other, then at your watches, then at each other again.Â
âWait, we donât have an expiration dateââ
Then the realization dawns on both of you, and it hits you like a truck.
âWait, weâre soulmates?!â
Both of you are sporting the same bewildered expression, and you both go to check your progress bars, just to be sureâ theyâre full, just as youâd expect after being matched with your soulmate. So thatâs why your watch alarms havenât gone off. You two were the one in a million. Once the shock finally wears off, itâs replaced with pure, unbridled joy, and when Soobin sweeps you off your feet to gather you in his arms, thereâs an emotion bubbling in you thatâs equal parts unfamiliar and yet welcome.
Youâd thought all this time, all these years, that there was no way you should feel this way about your best friend, of all people. That you shouldnât fuck this up, because Soobin has always been there for you, and youâve always been there for him. As his friend. As your friend.Â
But here is the universe, telling you that youâre fated to love him, and that heâs fated to love you in return.Â
And love him you do. You love Soobin. And when you look at him, and see the way heâs looking at you, with fondness practically dripping from his gaze, you know he loves you too.Â
Maybe the watch really is bullshit. Maybe it is statistically impossible to decide someoneâs life partner based on an algorithm.
But maybe itâs onto something, because it seems silly to have ever thought of being with anyone except Soobin. You never wouldâve thought to look for your forever right next to you, and yet, here he is, in the flesh. Was it a coincidence that he made it onto your recommended matches that fateful night? Was it a coincidence that he felt the same way you did?
Soobinâs lips capture yours in a searing kiss, and you melt in his heat, kissing him back with a fierce fervor, as if desperately communicating the depth of the feelings youâve let build up silently after all these years. You decide that thereâs no such thing as coincidencesâ heâs always known whatâs best for you, and youâve always wanted whatâs best for him. You just didnât know that the answer to both of those things was each other.
âI love you, noona.â He whispers with a bashful, dimpled smile, and your heart swells.
âI love you too, Soob.â
Soobin has always been counting down to something.Â
To the end of another grueling workday, the next League of Legends patch update, to anything, so he always has something to look forward to. But heâs never looked forward to this.
The love countdown has always been something he despised and dreadedâ heâs always wanted to be the master of his own fate, without the shackles of the app tying him down with each new connection. Heâd always thought that his soulmate would be some poorly matched individual who heâd have a mediocre life with, but all that seems to be proven wrong as he looks at you.
He hates being wrong. But when he sees the way you smile, the way you regard him with the utmost love and affection in your gaze, the way you hold his hand as if youâll lose him if you let goâ he thinks heâs willing to concede defeat, at least this time.
Maybe that stupid watch does know a thing or two about love. Maybe it doesnât. Maybe this is all just pure coincidence. But despite it all, Soobin is thankful that this is where he ends up. That both of you had been counting down all this time to each other.Â
Because if there's anyone he can count on in this world, it's you.
After the world ended, you and Soobin only had each other.
After everything, there isn't anything he wouldn't do for you. He'll die for you. He'll kill for you. He'll burn this world to the ground if you asked.
Even though you're with Beomgyu now, he knows you loved him first. Love him best.
And to prove that you love him above all others, you need to do as he says.
"...It was you and me out there. And we promised that weâd live for each other. You love me, so do as I say. I hold dominion over you."
âDo you?â
His hand slides to your hair, and he fists it roughly, pulling your face up to his. âDo I need to slaughter them all in front of you?â He mutters. âAm I going to have to slit your precious loveâs throat in his sleep? I donât want to have to do that.â
You narrow your eyes. âWould you?â
âWould I what? Kill them all in front of you? Why are you even asking?â
i follow the day the stars came falling on ao3 and is one of my favorite pieces of fiction ever like no kidding it has everything i love. i think i told you this that one time i commented and never did it again cause i suck at writing anything at all but i HAD to say something cause i literally screamed at this preview like wtfff and i love her and beomgyu i really do man i love reading them but thereâs something honestly twisted about her relationship with soobin that always pulls me in and ohmygod what if i pass out
 Summary: In a world where you get the name of your soulmate tattooed on your skin the night you turn 21, there should be no reason to even think about fucking around with anyone else. Why would you when you know that the perfect person who is made just for you is somewhere out there waiting for you to find them?Â
So how the hell did you end up messing around with your two best friends and what are you going to do if neither of them ends up being your soulmate or worse, what if one of them is your soulmate?
Warnings: fem!reader, soulmates au, this is not a light fic, there will be backstabbing and manipulation, sub!soobin, dom!gyu, also sub!gyu, dom!oc, masturbation, handjob, blowjob, dry humping, dirty talk, mentions of panty stealing
It feels so wrong doing this but so right at the same time. You know youâre not supposed to mess around with anyone other than your soulmate. In a world where you get the name of your soulmate tattoed on your skin the night you turn 21, there should be no reason to even think about fucking around with anyone else. Why would you when you know that the perfect person who is made just for you is somewhere out there waiting for you to find them?Â
And it's not like you have much longer to wait. You're 20 now, just a few months shy of turning 21. You'll know your soulmate's name soon enough. But maybe that's why you're doing this. The idea of only being with one person forever and ever is both exciting and daunting. To only belong to one personâfor them to have your first touch, your first kiss, your first everything⌠It felt a bit overwhelming. Thatâs how you had somehow convinced Soobin to do this with you.Â
He is one of your two best friends. Honestly you couldâve equally asked Beomgyu, your other best friend, but heâs such a loud mouth you're scared he wouldâve exposed you unintentionally.Â
So Soobin it was, and he is good. He is sweet and shy and his lips feel heavenly against yours. You can tell he is as nervous as you are, hands timidly holding onto your sides as you clumsily kiss each other. Despite both your inexperience, it still feels good, and for a brief period of time as youâre kissing him, your worries and fears fade into the back of your mind and you think youâve made the right decision.
It makes sense to explore such an intimate experience with someone you feel so comfortable with. If anything, it may make you better prepared to be mentally and physically present when you do meet your soulmate since youâll already have gone through these nerve-racking firsts and learned what you like and what you donât like in a zero-stakes environment. It would take a lot of the stress out of the equation for you. Yes, this seems more and more and more like a good idea by the second.Â
But of course, it wasnât a good idea and youâre stupid to think you could get away with it so easily.Â
âWhat are you doing?â You hear Beomgyu's loud voice gasp and you both immediately pull away from each other.Â
âUmm⌠nothing.â Soobin says dumbly after a long period of silence, making Beomgyu roll his eyes.Â
âSure didn't look like nothing. Are you two fucking?â
Now it was your turn to gasp and smack Beomgyu's shoulder. âDon't be disgusting. We were just kissing.â
âHow long have you been kissing for?â He pushes curiously and you groan. âJust now. Just this once. I just wanted to know what it feels like before I'm bound to my soulmate forever. Please don't make this a big deal.â
Youâre pleading your case, hoping heâd understand why you did this and not expose your ass. But of course, that wasnât what was on Beomgyuâs mind. âWhy didn't you ask me?â
You cringe at the offended tone in his voice. Of course, heâd make this into a competition. âI thought about it but I knew you wouldn't be able to keep your mouth shut.â
âWhat are you talking about?â He scoffs, now seriously offended. âI'm great at keeping secrets. I didn't tell Soobin that you have a crush on him. I didnât tell you that I've found a couple of your underwear under Soobin's pillow.âÂ
You and Soobin's eyes widen comically.Â
âOops.â Beomgyu grins. That bastard did it on purpose. âWell, I guess the cat's out of the bag. I like you both too and I want to be involved in whatever this is.âÂ
Hold on. Hold on. Soobin likes you? Beomgyu likes you? What the hell is going on? This is too much information at once for your brain to process, and you try to ignore the way it all makes your heart flutter in your chest. You can't think about this too much. Your soulmate's name will be revealed to you soon. It is useless to think about what feelings who has for who.
âThere is nothing to be involved in. This is over.â You proclaim and Soobin shoots Beomgyu a glare as if to say âthanks for blowing itâ, but Beomgyu ignores him and instead rushes to protest, âWhy? Why the sudden change of mind, baby? You were very into it just a minute ago.â
You scowl at him. Baby? âYeah that was before you ruined it.â
âOh come on, don't tell me you don't want some of this.â Beomgyu says greasily, pulling you by the hips and pressing your body against his body.Â
Despite what the warmth of his body does to you, you keep the unimpressed look on your face, knowing Beomgyu can do little else but get you in trouble. âBeomgyu, I am seriously going to throw up over you.âÂ
âOkay, okay, I'll tone it down.â He says, but doesnât make any move to take his hands off you or separate his body from yours. âBut seriously, I really want to try this too. I'm nervous about my soulmate too. What if I don't like them?â
You give him a look as if he's stupid and he clarifies, rolling his eyes, âI know I will love them obviously because thatâs whatâs written for me but what if I don't like them? You understand me?â
âI do.â You hesitate. Is a love you have no choice over really love?Â
âBut I know I like you. Both of you. And I want to experience this with you before I belong to someone else forever.â Youâve rarely seen Beombgyu look so genuine beforeâyour best friend usually would rather be caught dead than seriousâand you know he really means it.Â
You finally relent. âOkay.â
âSo can I get a kiss?â He asks gleefully and you look at Soobin who shrugs. You look back at Beomgyu and sigh. Oh well, what have you got to lose? Itâs not like you donât have feelings for Beomgyu, and may or may not have always found him to be really prettyânot that youâd tell him that of course. If his head gets any bigger, youâre not sure heâd be able to walk into rooms anymore.Â
With that in mind, you bend down, pressing your lips against his. But Beomgyu wasnât shy or reserved like Soobin and he immediately presses into the kiss fully, deliberately, taking your breath away before you even realize it.Â
His lips are insistent against yours, guiding the kiss into something passionate, something that has your fingers tingling and the breath taken out of your lungs.Â
But when you feel his tongue press against your lips, seeking to deepen the kiss even more, you have to pull back. âBeomgyu, no, too much.â
âWhy not?â He whines, and his deep voice that's gotten even deepers causes you to shiver, the heavy look in his eyes making you want to melt into a puddle.Â
You know some things about sex. You all do as it's encouraged for you to know what to expect when you finally meet your soulmate. So you know that look in Beomgyu's eyes too well and you have to say that being on the receiving end of it was making you weak in the knees. Heâs always had smoldering eyes, and when you combine that with the desire and want heâs regarding you with right now, itâs hard not to burn up under his gaze.Â
You gulp down the saliva pooling in your mouth. âNot so fast.â
âPlease, baby.â He bends to kiss down your neck, his breath erupting a trail of goosebumps in his wake. Why the hell is he so good at this? Did he do this before? No, thatâs crazy.Â
You push him away before you lose it. âNo, Beomgyu.â
âYou're such a tease.â He groans, his rolling eyes landing on Soobin and he smirks.Â
âAw, did that get you excited, baby?â He grins, pulling Soobin into his arms just like he had you, but this time Soobin was looming over him. It didn't make a difference though. Beomgyu was still in control. âBe a good boy and stay still.â
He kisses Soobin and, fuck, you never thought about it before but seeing your best friends kiss was the hottest thing you've ever witnessed. Beomgyu is just as passionate kissing Soobin as he had just been kissing you, and itâs not hard to see why Soobin was so affected by the sightâexcept Soobin doesnât protest when Beomgyu pushes his tongue into his mouth, and as soon as it touches his, he lets out a pathetic moan that has you dripping in your underwear.Â
You see Beomgyu's smile into the kissâfuck why was his cockiness so sexy?--before he presses even harder, muffling the rest of Soobin's moans.Â
They're both messyâwet kissing noises filling the room and making you press your thighs together for some relief. Theyâre the ones kissing but you feel like you're the one going crazy. Seeing the filthy way Beomgyu was kissing the taller male, making him submit to him⌠it makes you almost turn into a puddle.
Finally, after a good five minute makeout session that has both you and Soobin struggling to catch your breath, Beomgyu pulls away, and you swear Soobin lets out a little mewl in protest.Â
âDid a little bit of kissing get you all hot and bothered, Binnie?â You look down to where Beomgyu was looking and blush when you see Soobin's pants bulging out.Â
It's not like Beomgyu was any better. He was hard too, but his demeanor was enough so that Soobin didn't realize the irony of his statement.Â
You didn't expect him to actually do it but Beomgyu reaches out to cup Soobin's bulge, making the both of you gasp. That draws Beomgyu's attention back to you and he grins. âYou like what you see, baby?â
He looks down and you realize you are touching yourself now. But you don't care. You just want this to continue. You're too horny to think clearly so you just nod. Youâll deal with consequences of crossing this boundary later when your brain isn't swimming in sex hormones.Â
âWant to watch me jerk him off?â
You nod again enthusiastically and Beomgyu grins, turning back to Soobin to undo his pants.Â
âLet's put on a good show for her, huh, baby?â
Soobin whimpers as Beomgyu pulls him out of his pants and starts jerking him off.Â
âFuck, so big.â You mutter mindlessly and Beomgyu turns to you, scoffing, âYeah? Bet he can't even use it if the way he's humping my hand is any indication.â
âOf course, he doesnât. This is new to all of us.â Your retort breaks into a pathetic gasp as your own fingers rubbing your clit mercilessly, copying the way Beomgyu's long fingers rub Soobin's slit. But Beomgyuâs not interested in your smart-assery.
âWhy don't you take off your underwear, princess? Show us what's under that tiny skirt youâre always teasing us with.â Beomgyu demands, making you blush. Teasing them? You never intended or even thought you were doing that.Â
âI wasnât teasing.â You frown, pace faltering as your brows furrow in confusion.Â
âOh, but you are.â Beomgyu laughs, âTell her, Binnie.âÂ
You look to Soobin who seems to be bowing under the pressure of the pleasure from Beomgyuâs touch as well as your curious and disbelieving gaze.Â
âYeah. You a-are a tease.â He mutters lowly, not meeting your eyes. âYou donât have t-to wear skirts so short around us. Weâre still men.âÂ
âHence the panty stealing.â Beomgyu adds and you snort, trying not to think too hard about what theyâve just admitted to because what the fuck? The fucking perverts! How could you have not known? âHence? Surprised you know that word, Gyu.â
But Beomgyu doesnât let you derail the mortifying yet somehow flattering conversation. âYouâre teasing right now. Come on, let us see that pretty pussy.âÂ
Your body heats up, your face burning and your ears feel like they could fall off any second. You never thought that one of your best friends, the guys you practically grew up with, would be spouting such filth at you one day and basically admitting that theyâve both been seeing you in a more than platonic way and using you as spankbank material to jack off to you without you being none the wiser, and you certainly didnât expect how fucking hot youâd find their depravity. âCan't have poor Binnie here feel like he's the only one exposed.â
âWhy don't you take off your pants then and jerk both of your cocks together so he wouldnât feel alone?â You counter to try and take some of the heat off of you but Beomgyu just laughs lightly, leaving you to wonder how he can be so calm about all of this when you feel like youâre one second away from spontaneously combusting. âYou'd love to see that, wouldn't you? Dirty girl.âÂ
Before you can squabble more, Soobin lets out a loud whine. âBeomgyu, please I'll cumâÂ
âWill you? Is it turning you on to be jerked off for her to see and play with her pretty pussy? Do you wanna show her how much your big cock can fill her up if she lets you fuck her?â
Fuck, that is so hot and so wrong. There is no way youâd let Soobin fuck you if heâs not your soulmate, but just the idea of doing something so taboo clearly gets to the both of you. You shudder when you see Soobin cry out, staring at your hand playing with yourself under your skirt as he cums, covering Beomgyu's hand and clothes with his seed.Â
Beomgyu grabs the taller boy by the neck and pulls him into a rough kiss, muffling his moans of overstimulation as he pulls even more cum out of his now red cock. You canât take it anymore, your body finally succumbing to the obscenity unfolding in front of you as you cum watching your two best friends make out.Â
âGood boy.â Beomgyu drawls, pulling back from the kiss to look at your shuddering body coming off your own orgasm and smirks.Â
âGod, you're both so easy.â He proclaims cockily, and as the fog of your high clears, you go back to being annoyed at his attitude, letting it coarse through you and burn off the embarrassment you feel at what youâve just done. Who does he think he is? Of course, you're easy. You're all virgins here. He probably is easy too despite his bravado. He is just better at hiding it for some reason and itâs getting on your nerves. Youâll show him. Youâll prove that heâs just as pathetic as the both of you.Â
With that in mind, you stalk towards him, roughly pushing him down on the bed behind him before straddling him. You rest your soaked underwear on top of the bulge in his pants and give your hips an experimental roll that pulls a choked moan out of him and makes his hands fly out to grab you by the ass, pushing your crotch further against his cock.Â
âOh fuck, yes. Ride my cock, baby.â He groans, his hips eagerly bucking up against yours.Â
âWho is easy now?â You attempt to gain the upper hand, but Beomgyu doesnât care, easily giving it up to you.
âI don't care just keep going, fuck.â He mutters, his hold on your bruising as a string of truly pitiful moans and whimpers fall out of his pretty lips, almost giving you whiplash. He crumbled so easily.Â
âYou were acting all cocky and in control, making fun of Soobinie for being eager but look at you now, acting even worse, saying anything just to have something rubbing against your needy cock.â
You don't know what came over you, but putting Beomgyu in his place brought you immense pleasure. He is usually so loud and bratty and you can do nothing about it, so it feels good to finally have found a way to get the best of the brat.Â
âGod, I can feel your wet pussy even through all the clothes.â He whines, and you should feel embarrassed. You should find it mortifying that you're so wet he can feel it even though you're both still fully dressed but the needy look on his face and the desperate way he is clutching onto you just makes you feel powerful.Â
âYeah? Wanna make a mess in your pants for Binnie to see?â
He looks at the other boy who is now back to being fully hard and stroking his cock over the scene playing out in front of him.Â
âYeah. Wanna cum for you.â
âWhat do you think, Binnie? Does Beommie deserve to cum after the way he was just acting? Or should I leave him all wet and horny?â
Beomgyu shivers and shakes his head. âNo, please.â He turns to Soobin, panicking. âBinnie, baby, didn't I make you cum?â
âI don't know. You were very mean, making fun of me.âÂ
You grin, loving that Soobin is playing along in tormenting Beomgyu. After all, it's not too often that you get to get back at the little shit.Â
âNo, baby, I was just putting on a show. Please.â He puts on his best puppy dog eyes as he tries to justify himself but you all know itâs bullshit. He fucking loved every second of tormenting Soobin just as you love every second of tormenting him.Â
âShut up, Beomgyu, before I have Binnie shove his cock down your throat to shut you up.â You were only making empty threats, but seeing the way Soobin bites his lip at that and jerks himself off harder makes you actually want to do it.Â
âOh, do you wanna fuck Gyuâs throat, Binnie? Finally shut up that loud mouth of his?âÂ
âPlease.â The tall boy steps closer, but waits for you to give the go ahead. You look back down at Gyu who looks a bit scared but does not protest. âWhat do you say, Gyu? You wanna cum, right?â
âBabyââ
âCome on, donât be such a tease.â You mock him, pushing two of your fingers into his mouth and moving them in and out as if youâre fucking it. âYou wanted more right?âÂ
He nods, gagging a little as you push your fingers in too far. âYeah. Youâre gonna be good and get Binnie off with your mouth?â You ask, grabbing his tongue between your thumb and index finger and pulling it out of his mouth so he canât speak, but he nods.Â
âGood boy.â You reward him by pulling the head of his cock out of his pants and thumbing at it with your saliva covered fingers. He throws his head back, mouth hung open in a loud moan, and you motion for Soobin to go aheadâthe power rush youâre getting from bossing the two boys around making Beomgyuâs pants sticky with your arousal.Â
Soobin can only get half of his cock into Beomgyuâs mouth before the other boy is choking, but itâs difficult for Beomgyu to protest when youâre grinding against him so deliciously while your index finger teases his weeping slit mercilesslyânot that he would be able to say much anyway with the older boyâs cock stuffing his big mouth.Â
Soobin on the other hand can say a lot, and heâs spouting off all sorts of exclamations and curses at the feeling of Beomgyuâs warm, wet mouth around his member.Â
âFuck, this feels amazing.â He groans and turns to you, âCan I use him every day?â He asks you cheekily and you grin as you hump against Beomgyu harder. âIâm sure he wouldnât mind. Look at him, heâs soaking my hand with precum. He must love having cock in his mouth.âÂ
You hear Beomgyu garbled moans around Soobinâs cock and you question him. âWhatâs wrong, baby? Is Binnie using his big cock right this time?âÂ
Beomgyu whines again and you laugh at him, but Soobin doesnât find it so funny, not with his cock getting the full brunt of all of Beomgyuâs vocalizations. âOh god, Iâm close. Can I cum on his face?âÂ
You grin widely. âOf course, Binnie. Iâm sure Gyu wants to help out his hyung any way he can. Heâs so needy heâll let you cover his pretty face in cum because he knows that will earn him a reward. Isnât that right, baby?â
Beomgyu pulls away from Soobinâs dick, gasping out, âYeah, want you to cum, Binnie.âÂ
âGood boy.â You drawl, rocking yourself against Beomgyuâs dick and making him moan out. âPlease, cum. Please.âÂ
You donât know if heâs begging for Soobin to cum or for you to let him cum but it doesnât matter as the effect is immediate on Soobin who empties his balls on the pretty boyâs face, and the sight of Beomgyu covered in Soobinâs cum pushes you over the edge too.Â
As you shake and spasm, you make sure to grab Beomgyuâs dick and jerk it off harshly, and within seconds, he too is cumming, making a mess of himself even more as he covers his body with his own cum.Â
âFuck, fuck!â His back arches as his orgasm racks through him, almost throwing you off, before he falls back to the bed and convulses with the aftershocks of his orgasm. âHoly shit.âÂ
Holy shit is the right phrase because wow, this was amazing, way better than doing it alone and guiltily conjuring up faceless apparitions of companions that in weak moments take the form of one of your two best friends.Â
No, the real thing was much better, but as the fog of the pleasure lifts off and only the mess of your crime scene is left behind, the guilt and dread sink their claws into your stomach.Â
Your eyes dart between Soobin who is slumped on the chair next to the bed catching his breath with his cock still in his hand to Beomgyu who is still under you, absolutely soaked in all your combined fluids as he struggles to catch his own breathâboth of them still sporting that dazed blissful look on their faces, not having yet joined you in realization land where the only thing running through your mind right now is âOh, dear god, what have you done? What does this mean? And where the hell do you go from here?â
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A/N: surprise drop lol. i am still working on the yandere iron age gyu twoshot but it's much more difficult to write so have this in the meantime. hope you like it and let me know what your predictions for this series is
Idek if this is actually considered as 3sum but would a yeonbin in 1 fic be alright w/ u? đđ idkt if this is considered cheating, but will u give it a shot? đđ
It's goes like where yeonjun is reader's bestfriend and soobin is his dearest childhood friend whom they became close with bc of yeonjun. Reader actually loves yeonjun and they most likely go over their little boundaries sometimes, like sneaky makeouts, the..deed..., however, they are not dating. Mutual pining, maybe? Then one time, yeonjun has to leave the town and he left reader at soobin's custody. They do drink sometimes, and since reader was left by yeonjun at soob's apartment they grew closer to each other. Causing spark and temsion between them, sometimes they threw dirty glances at each other until one night of a drunken game, they are also over the boundaries. Idk, am i making sense? đđ
bsf!Yeonjun x fem!reader x Soobin
feat Chaewon (le ssera), Yeji (itzy), Hyunjin (skz), Heeseung and Jake (enha), and txt members
in which You let your best friend break your heart many times, simply because he always managed to put it back together afterward, until it got to the point he couldn't fix it anymore, no matter how much he tried. You only felt grateful when he left the town for vacation and gave you some space, making it easier for his best friend to approach you and fix what he broke.
wc 8.5k
warnings 18+ MDNI, fwb, a bit of angst, not at the same time but both of them have smut scenes, alcohol, drunk sex, protected & unprotected sex, size kink, yeah soobin is big (are we surprised), and yeonjun is described as thick, oral, thigh riding, vaginal fingering, cum swallowing, hand job, Soobin takes your panties as a "trophy"
⪠izzy speaks... okay I probably didn't make it exactly like you wanted, but I tried my best to follow your idea while adding my own in. This is my first request so I am thankful a lot to you for giving me this idea, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing <3
Also the biggest thank you to @beomiracles for beta reading! I love you sm
You stood in front of your closet, looking through your clothes for the third time already. It was unbelievable how many garments you owned but still had nothing to wear. âCome on, we donât have the whole night,â your best friend whined, making you glance over your shoulder in his direction. Yeonjun was on your bed, lying on his stomach as his eyes followed your every movement, the YouTube video on his phone long forgotten by now.Â
âI donât know what to wear, though,â you sighed, walking over to him. You signed for him to move, so he did. You were the one lying on your stomach now while he got up, going to pick something to wear for you on his own. âI donât know, you look gorgeous in anything you wear,â he mumbled, your cheeks heating up immediately. âBut what do I look the best in?â You asked, hiding your face behind your phone, pretending to be texting so he wouldnât see your flushed cheeks.Â
âWhat fits you the most, hm?â He hummed, turning around again, an unbelievably annoying smirk on his face. You frowned, trying to see through him to understand what he was thinking about. âPersonally, I think you look the best naked, with my arms wrapped around you,â he smirked, leaving your closet wide open and walking back to you. âBut we canât let you go out like that for others to see, can we?âÂ
âOh, shut up, Jjun,â you said, trying to focus on your phone instead of his tall frame in front of you. But the truth was, it was impossible not to think about him. With the way his eyes looked at you, the way his lips moved when he said your name, and especially the way he felt, it would be weird not to think about him all the time.Â
âWhy? Donât you just love it when our bodies are so close?â Yeonjun teased. You didnât even need to look up to know there was a smirk on his face. There always was. He wouldnât miss a chance to tease you, no matter what it was about. That was just something that came with being his best friend.Â
âI canât say I hate it,â you admitted, finally raising your head from your phone. âBut,â you started, glaring at him. âWe have somewhere to be. So go choose an outfit for me, or Iâll get overwhelmed by the amount of dresses I have.âÂ
Yeonjun shook his head at you, a sign of disbelief and entertainment in his eyes. You could see through him entirely after the years you two have been friends. Yeonjun was a simple man when you thought about it. To make him happy, all you had to do was agree with him and give him building blogs or good sex.Â
When you met him in high school, you had no problems agreeing with him. You didnât necessarily care if his opinions were accurate or not, but when you saw the sparks in his eyes as he talked about something he was passionate about, you swore you could feel your heart skip a beat. It was enough to make you agree with anything he said. It didnât matter what it was as long as you could see the smile on his face from how excited he was because someone shared the same opinion with him.Â
In your second year, you found yourself by his side at all times. You were the person he ran to when he passed his exams with a high score. You were there when he and his best friend got into a fight. And you were there when he got his heart broken for the first time. Even though it hurt you as much as it hurt him, you comforted and told him she wasnât worth it if she couldnât see what she lost. You told him he deserved better, secretly hoping he might finally see you as something more than a friend.Â
It was your high school graduation when you, for the first time in those four years, thought that maybe, just maybe, he also saw you as something more than just a friend.Â
You smiled wide as you ran into his arms, a diploma in your hands. He laughed with you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he spun you around, making all your friends chuckle, too. âYou made it!â you exclaimed, your hands wrapped around his shoulders as you gazed into his eyes, unable to hold back your smile.Â
âI told you I would, didnât I?â He smiled, not taking his eyes off of you. Yeonjun was a year older than you, meaning he had graduated already. And even though he promised you he would make the time to show up for you on your special day, part of you didnât believe him. You knew he had more important things to do.
It was only when his other best friend spoke towards him that he let go of your waist, his arms falling to his side. You stepped back, allowing your hands to drop to your sides as you glanced at the tall male. âHey, Bin,â you greeted him, your smile now tinier but still visible. âHi,â the dark-haired male waved toward you, his dimples appearing.Â
Soobin was your age, but you never paid him much attention. Actually, you were pretty sure you wouldnât even know who he was if Yeonjun hadnât introduced you last year when he got closer to him. Without even realizing it at first, you three ended up hanging out together all the time after that, just like any group of best friends would. And even though you considered him one of your close friends, he could never be as close as Yeonjun was. You were sure of that.Â
âOkay, should we go?â Chaewon wrapped her arm around your shoulders, smiling at the two taller males opposite you. âWe still need to change,â she commented, looking around as Yeji joined your small party, she too, greeting the two males..Â
The two girls were also your age. But unlike Soobin, you noticed them in your first year of high school and became close friends soon after. They were your girls that you could run to whenever you had a problem, and you always felt grateful to them for that.Â
âChange for what?â Soobin questioned, his eyes wandering between you and your two friends. âWell, even though this is nice and all,â Yeji started, looking down at her graduation dress. âI would much rather change into something cuter before we go eat.âÂ
âI hope you guys donât have anything planned, do you?â Chaewon asked when she saw the surprise on their faces, realizing you forgot to mention this piece of information to them.Â
âI am free,â the older male nodded. âI justâŚdidnât know we were going anywhere,â he said, glancing from the short-haired girl at you as if he wanted to scold you for not telling him. Awkwardly averting your gaze, your lips turned into a regretful smile.Â
Yeonjun sat in his car, Soobin right next to him in the passenger seat when you walked to his car, sliding into the middle seat in the back so your two friends could sit on each side. It was the first time you felt Yeonjunâs eyes on you differently.Â
He always looked at you as if you were one of his boys, which you truly hated, but this time, as you fixed your hair, laughing at something Yeji said, you looked different, better. He wasnât sure if it was because of how your dress hugged your body perfectly, letting him see all the curves previously hidden from his view, or how happy you looked, but the way he saw you changed, and you both knew it.Â
You felt his eyes on you during the whole dinner, unable to fully focus on anything else. It was embarrassing. You had no idea what was going on in his head. You didnât know if you should be scared or happy about it, and it terrified you. You tried to convince yourself that it was just because you had something on your face. That must have been it. But when you went into the bathroom, his eyes still on your lower body as you walked away, you knew it wasnât that. There was something more to it.Â
And you soon found out exactly what.Â
âI am sorry, guys. I promised Hyunjin I would be out like five minutes ago. He wants to introduce me to some new guy again,â Yeji quickly apologized when she paid for her food, grabbing her handbag to leave. Chaewon called herself a taxi soon after, leaving you, your best friend, and Soobin at the table of five.Â
âI should call a taxi too,â you mumbled, reaching for your phone on the table. âOh, come on. You know I can take you,â Yeonjun stopped you, looking away for a second to pay for his part of the bill. âYou two live on the other side of Seoul,â you reminded him, but it didnât move him at all as he merely shrugged.Â
You got the passenger seat this time, leaving Soobin in the backseat. You felt awful about them taking you, but you knew there was nothing you could say to make Yeonjun change his mind. He would much rather drive through the whole country than have you get alone with some stranger. You loved that about him, how protective he could get. It made you think about how clingy and protective he would be as a boyfriend.Â
âThank you for the ride again,â you smiled, opening the car door to step out. âAnd for showing up,â you whispered, not paying attention to the male in the back. âAlways,â your best friend grinned, watching you walk out of his car. You waved at him one last time, finally turning to Soobin to say your goodbye, but his eyes were glued to his phone, so you didnât bother, letting your hand fall back to your side.Â
As soon as you reached your front door, you heard your name, making you turn around. You blinked a few times, trying to figure out what he needed. Your best friend stood in front of you, his eyes wandering all over your body as if to memorize the image of you in his head. âI just,â he started, tilting his head with a gulp as his eyes met yours. âYou look nice today. Stunning even,â he stated, causing your cheeks to turn pink. âThank you,â you mumbled.Â
Yeonjun opened his mouth again but closed it as soon as he saw you do the same. âYou go first,â you shook your head, unsure what you wanted to say. Probably just some nonsense that you would regret later on. He hesitated, looking back at his car to assure himself Soobin was still occupied with his game before he took a few steps closer, leaving almost no space between the two of you. âThis dressâŚyou seem like a college student already,â he commented, saying the first thing that came to his mind. The truth was, he had no idea what to say, just like you.Â
Neither of you said much more after that, suddenly getting awkward with each other as the mood shifted. Thankfully, there was no need for you to say anything to understand. You read each other well after the four years youâve been friends. You could see the need - lust even, in his eyes.Â
âSoobin is in the car,â Yeonjun said softly, reminding himself more than you. âBut,â he started before you could say anything, running his fingers through his hair. âCould I come by tomorrow? I think I need to see you,â he admitted. You had to blink a few times to comprehend what was happening. You thought it was clear, but at the same time, it was so confusing. He confused you. That was something heâd always been good at.Â
âSure,â you agreed.Â
Back then, you had no idea what you had gotten yourself into, but you soon found out it might have been one of your best decisions.Â
Of course, as long as sex was all you wanted from him.Â
Yeonjun came over the next day like he promised, jumping onto your couch to watch the TV. You watched him from the corner of the sofa, biting the inside of your cheek. You wondered if you had read him wrong after all. You thought you could see through him. You thought the tension and need were obviously there, but now that he was inside your apartment, acting as if nothing happened, you werenât so sure anymore.
At least until he finally made a move.Â
âDo you think it would be okay for me to kiss you?â He mumbled so quietly you werenât sure if you heard him right. âWhat?â Your eyes shot up to him, full of confusion. âI want to kiss you,â he repeated, hesitantly looking at you to see what was going on in your head.Â
Before you could say anything, Yeonjun got up from his place on the couch and walked over to you. You watched him with anticipation, staying quiet as you saw him bite his bottom lip. âThen do it,â you whispered, watching him lean down.Â
Your hand found its way up to his neck, making him come even closer as his lips met yours. One of his hands tugged the strands of your hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek while the other rested on your waist, keeping you as close as possible. You slightly opened your mouth when his hand moved from your waist to your back, roaming your skin, allowing him enough room to slip his tongue inside your mouth.
You let him kiss you. Touch you in places that you had only dared to imagine in your wildest of dreams. You were sure this was all just a figment of your imagination. After all, there was no way the Choi Yeonjun would be kissing you right now. Right?Â
You were the first to pull away, causing him to groan in disagreement. You watched him, your head full of possible scenarios of what could happen next. If you were to be honest, you hoped this wasnât how things would end.Â
Fortunately, you felt his lips on yours again right away, making you smile. âThat dress from yesterday,â he mumbled against your lips before he kissed you again, unable to stay away for too long. âMhm,â you hummed back, your hand making its way up under his shirt, slightly brushing over his abs. âWanted to tear it off you so bad,â he admitted. âJust tear this off,â you proclaimed, smirking when you felt him shudder.Â
You could see him hesitating as he pulled away. His eyes were soft and full of pity as he looked at you, and you finally saw through him utterly. That was all he wanted, you realized. He wasnât kissing you because he would feel anything towards you. He just wanted your body. You werenât sure how you felt about that. But one thing was definite. You needed to feel his lips again. And preferably a lot more, too.Â
âCan I do that?â He asked. âPlease,â you nodded. Maybe it was a bad idea that could lead your friendship with him to the end, but you needed him more than ever at the moment.Â
Before you could even consider it properly, his lips were on yours again, this time more aggressively. The kiss was rough but still passionate. His hands held onto your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist before he picked you up with ease, making you yelp. âWhat are you doing?â you asked, quickly draping your arms around his shoulders so you wouldnât fall. âThe bed will be more comfortable,â he answered bluntly, making his way around your apartment until he reached your bedroom.Â
âYou would stop me if you donât like anything, right?â He asked once you were lying on your bed, looking up at him. âJjun, I have wished for this for as long as I can remember,â you confessed. âSo stop worrying and just finally fuck me.âÂ
He hesitated again, your words getting stuck in his head. Numerous questions surfaced in his head, making him rethink the situation again. Did you have a crush on him or something? Was it a bad idea to fuck you if youâve been in love with him? And most importantly, why didnât he know you liked him?Â
Yeonjun shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts. âYeonjun, you have the green light,â you assured him again, biting onto your bottom lip when you felt his hands on your waist, carefully moving his fingers on your skin under your shirt as he pressed his lips on yours again. This wasnât the time to think about all that, he told himself. Not when you were lying so beautifully under him, begging him to fuck you.Â
You gasped as his right hand slid under your bra cup, groping your breast softly. You could feel him smirking against your lips, and before you could even react anyhow, he was pressing his knee between your legs, making you moan out immediately. âThatâs good?â He asked, glancing down to see you trying to move your hips forward on his knee. âYeah,â you immediately nodded.Â
He pulled away for a moment, scoffing when you groaned in disagreement. But you soon found out it was worth it as he pulled off his shirt, revealing his upper body to you. You gulped, your eyes landing on his chest before flickering to his abs. You knew he had been working out lately, but you had no idea he would look like that. âYouâre going to stare a hole into me.âÂ
âI-â you tried to justify yourself but shut your mouth again when you saw the look in his eyes. You sat up just like he did, moving higher on his thigh to get closer to him before you tugged your own shirt off, causing his eyes to fall on your breast. And he was the one pointing out your staring, you scoffed internally. âWanna take off the rest? You said youâll tear it off, remember?â You reminded him playfully, watching his eyes shoot back to meet yours.Â
You found his lips on your collarbone soon after, sucking on your skin while his hands wandered all over your now naked body, examining every inch. It still felt unreal to him. If Yeonjun was to wake up now and find out this was all just one of his twisted dreams, he wouldnât be surprised.Â
Sure, he never paid you any particular attention, and he couldnât say that this was something he had always dreamed of, but that was because you were his best friend. He knew better than to ruin his dearest friendship by hitting on you.Â
At least until now. Now that his hands were roaming your body, being able to grab on your ass as much as he wanted as you tried to get yourself off on his thigh. âJjunie,â you moaned out, feeling yourself getting closer to your climax. He only hummed in response, slightly glancing up at you. âLie down again,â he commanded, making you whine as he pulled his leg away.Â
You still listened to him, lying on your bed while he hovered over you. âShit, youâre so wet,â he commented, his fingers sliding down your folds as he kept his eyes on you, making sure you were okay. âFeels like you could cum right away if I just touch the right spot,â he smirked, pressing his thumb on your clit while his middle finger teased your throbbing entrance.Â
You gasped, throwing your head back into your pillows as you released on his fingers the moment he thrust his middle and ring finger into your cunt. âWanna taste yourself?â He looked from his fingers back at you, his playful tone of voice getting stuck in your head. You were convinced you would say yes to anything as long as he spoke to you like that. Â
As if acting on instinct, you parted your lips. You could see Yeonjun smirk again as he moved back up, his fingers immediately finding their way to your mouth. âYouâre so fucking pretty,â he mumbled, watching you suck on his fingers, your saliva replacing the cum that was on them seconds ago.Â
âPretty enough for you to finally fuck me?â You asked, keeping your eyes on his. You were the one smirking now when you noticed his cock twitch at your words, waiting to be used. âDo you haveââÂ
âI donât,â you interrupted him. âBut itâs fine. You can go in raw,â you assured him. âDo you say that to all guys?â He questioned, but it didnât take much longer for him to align himself at your cunt, his tip teasing your entrance. âJust to the ones hot enough,â you proclaimed, your voice breaking in the middle of your sentence as he thrust into you, spreading your knees apart.Â
You clenched around him right away, the feeling of his veins touching your walls making you moan so loud you were certain it would reach your neighbors. Yeonjun wasnât necessarily big when it came to length, but he was thick, and honestly, you loved that more. âFuck, youâre so tight,â he groaned, still holding your legs apart as he moved in and out of you. He pulled out completely, watching you whine for him before he thrust into you once again, going faster than before.Â
âMâclose,â he grunted, fucking your cum back into you. You finished for the second time a bit ago, and now it was finally his turn. âPull out,â you cried, even though you hoped he wouldnât listen to you. You needed him inside for longer. It felt too empty without his cock.Â
Your legs were shaking when he let go of them, pulling out just like you asked him to. You carefully got up, kneeling in front of him. You looked up to meet his eyes before you wrapped your hand around his cock, rubbing his pre cum all over his length. âMhm, doing great,â he praised you. You grinned, looking up at him once more, seeing his head thrown back. You let go of him, licking your lips when he whined in disagreement, getting his tip into your mouth instead.Â
âFuck, you were so good,â he breathed out, thrusting his hips towards your mouth once more before he pulled out, his cum leaking out of the corner of your lips. âMy pretty girl,â he mumbled, watching you lick the corner of your lips so you could swallow even the last bit.Â
That was how it all started. Your secret make-outs, movie nights that turned into something spicier, the dirty messages he would send you while you were at work, and the heartbreaks.Â
You knew the two of you wouldnât date. You realized that back when you fucked for the first time. You two were friends with occasional benefits. That was all.Â
Still, it always made your heart ache when you saw him talking to a different girl.Â
And today was no different. You sat on the green couch in the corner, a cup in your hands as your eyes wandered all over the room. âWhat are you thinking so hard about?â You snapped out of your thoughts at the familiar voice, looking up at the younger male. âLooking for Yeonjun,â you proclaimed. âWhat about you? Shouldnât you be, I donât know, drinking your ass off with your friends, Beom?âÂ
âI ran away when Heeseung tried to give me a mix of beer, wine, and some soda,â he explained. âHe went crazy, so Jake is trying to get him to calm down now.â You frowned, âBeer mixed with wine?â
âLike he said, he went crazy,â Taehyun joined your conversation, patting Beomgyuâs back with a quick âHappy birthday.â You shook your head in disbelief, looking around the room again. âYeonjun just went outside with Soobin and some other guys if thatâs who youâre looking for,â he informed you. âI see,â you mumbled, sipping on your drink.Â
You were tipsy when you decided to go out and find your best friend. You promised him you would tell him once you felt like leaving the party, so that was what you were planning to do now. Even though you liked Beomgyu and thought of him as a good friend, once Yeonjun left you alone, there was nothing for you to do.Â
âSoobin!â you exclaimed when you saw him standing on the side. He looked up at you immediately, a smile forming on his lips as he waved at you. âYeah?â He asked, watching you walk to him. âHave you seen Yeonjun anywhere? I need to tell him I am leaving,â you explained. Soobin breathed out, nodding when he saw the desperation in your eyes. âHeâsâŚover there,â he proclaimed, pointing towards the front fence. You glanced over there, your lips shut as you noticed the brunette beside your best friend. You saw her laugh and stroke his arm, realizing he must have been flirting with her. Of course, he was. That was what he was best at.Â
You squeezed your cup in your hand, stopping yourself from walking over to them and turning at Soobin again. âI guess I shouldnât interrupt him now,â you muttered half-heartedly, shooting the taller male a small smile. âI am just going to go. Iâll see you around.â Soobin opened his mouth to say something, but when he saw the look in your eyes, he couldnât bring himself to do so. âSee you,â he mumbled, watching your back as you walked away.Â
Soobin looked towards his best friends again, sighing when he saw him kissing the brunette. Yeonjun was unbelievable, in his opinion. As someone who knew about what you and Yeonjun had between each other, he just couldnât figure out why he kept acting the way he did. He had a gorgeous girl who loved him all to himself, but he still needed more for some reason.Â
You slept over at Chaewonâs that night, telling her all about how you were tired of him at this point. You loved him, but you hated everything he did. It was surprising how many different emotions you could feel towards one person.Â
You ignored all of Yeonjunâs calls and messages the next day, ignoring his questions about whether you were okay and got home safe. He cursed at you for not telling him when you left, saying he was - and still is - worried about you, but you still couldnât bring yourself to text him back. You just needed to clear your mind in the comforts of your bed.Â
But all your plans were ruined when you came to your apartment building and saw your best friend sitting by the front door, his head hung low as he scrolled on his phone. âYouâre kind of in the way,â you stated, walking closer to him. âOh, sorry-â he apologized immediately, moving to the side when he noticed who you were, a sigh escaping his lips. âThank God youâre okay.âÂ
âOf course I am,â you said, the words rotting on your tongue. It was obviously a lie, and you were sure Yeonjun saw through it. âSo what are you doing here?â Yeonjun stood up from the ground, taking something out of his pocket. Your eyes widened at the notice in his hands. âYouâre kidding, right?â You asked, panicking. âNope. Your landlord let me in so I could take some of your stuff. It looks terrible,â he informed you calmly, pointing at his still-wet shoes with his eyes. You wanted nothing more but to slap him at the moment. Why was he so calm about your apartment being flooded?Â
âFuck,â you sighed, running your fingers through your hair. âOkay, give me my things. I am going to call Chae again,â you mumbled, rethinking all the opinions you had. âDid she say for how long I need to stay away?âÂ
âAround a week,â he answered. âSo come on, I have your suitcase in my car already,â he said, and before you could react, he was already walking towards said car. âWait, what? No, just give them to me. She isnât that far away. You donât have to drive me.âÂ
âI am not driving you to her apartment,â Yeonjun shook his head, opening the door on the passengerâs side first, waiting for you to get in. âYou can stay in our apartment. My room will be empty for the next week, remember?â Right. His vacation with Kai. You reminded yourself. âOh, come on, itâs not like you never slept there.âÂ
You wanted to argue, tell him that he was pissing you off lately, but he had won over you again. You just couldnât refuse him for some reason. So you walked over to him, sliding into the passenger seat and looking down to your lap while you waited for him to start the car.Â
âHey, whatâs going on? You were ignoring my calls and texts, and now this?â He asked, stopping at a red light. You squirmed in your seat, refusing to look at him after you shook him off when he placed his hand on your thigh, just like he did every time you were in the car with him. âItâs nothing,â you mumbled, taking out your phone so you would have something else to focus on. âDo I look like an idiot to you? Did something happen when you left the party?âÂ
âYou happened, asshole,â you admitted, turning your head towards him. Yeonjun blinked a few times, the anger in your eyes surprising him. âI did? What did I do?â He asked confusedly, his eyes flickering between you and the traffic light. âAre you seriously asking me that?â You scoffed. âI donât know. Maybe I am pissed you use me like your fuck toy just to sleep with other girls at parties instead of paying even the tiniest bit of attention to me,â you burst at him. Yeonjun opened his mouth to argue with you, but before he could do so, the car behind him was honking at him, making his eyes focus back on the road.Â
You stayed quiet for the rest of the ride, too flustered to say anything. The way he couldnât bring himself to say anything to you only made you want to take your things and run away. How were you supposed to stay with him during the weekend and then sleep in his bed the following week? This was definitely a bad idea, but somehow, when you noticed Yeonjunâs best friend at the door, waiting for you to get out of the car so he could help with your stuff, a part of you wanted to stay more than ever.Â
âHey, are you okay?â The taller male asked softly, walking to you while your best friend got to the car trunk to get out your suitcase that he had packed. âWeâve had a littleâŚargument. Donât worry about it,â you smiled, hoping for him to catch your drift and drop the subject.Â
âYou came to help, right? So stop chatting and take this,â Yeonjun interrupted, throwing a plastic bag at Soobin. To your surprise, and probably his too, he managed to catch it without a problem. âA little argument, huh?â He questioned, shaking his head as he watched Yeonjun walk inside with the rest of your things. Yeonjunâs back looked tense, no matter how you looked at it. He was pissed.Â
But what were you supposed to do about it? It wasnât your fault he made you feel like shit. Maybe it was, though. When you thought about it, it was all your fault. If you hadnât fallen for your best friend, you wouldnât be here now, in this position. If you had told him no the first time you made out with him, it would all be okay.Â
âUhm, youâd probably want to take it instead of me,â Soobin proclaimed, bringing you back to reality. You had to blink a few times to realize what he said before you glanced down at the plastic bag in his hands, your eyes widening right away when you saw your panties on the top. It was a bag full of your underwear. âYeonjun!â You yelled at him, snatching the bag away from Soobin in embarrassment.Â
Soobin chuckled as he watched you run after your best friend, ready to beat him up. The way your cheeks turned red when you noticed what he was holding and how you tried to apologize was going to stay in his head for a while. He was sure of it.Â
You sighed as you got inside, the anger you felt suddenly disappearing when you saw the look in Yeonjunâs eyes. He was standing in the middle of the hall, your things on the floor next to him. It was his eyes that managed to say everything his mouth couldnât, and you hated it. You despited how he thought he could just look at you lovingly, and you would act like nothing ever happened. But you hated even more the fact he was right. You just couldnât hold a grudge against him for some reason. It was one of his charms, you supposed. Or maybe it was because of your heart again. The stupid silly heart that always excused anything he did to you.Â
âI hate you so much,â you muttered, closing your eyes so you wouldnât have to look at him. You werenât sure if you should cry or scream. âNo, you donât,â he said, making you look at him again. âDo you?â The look in his eyes was broken as his gaze met yours, making your heart ache.Â
âI amâŚjust going to go to my room,â Soobin mumbled, quickly getting past the both of you when he finally got inside, too. Right, you werenât alone, you reminded yourself. âI donât know,â you answered finally, squeezing the bag in your hand tighter.Â
Neither one of you said anything after that. You grabbed all your things from the floor, only looking at him briefly before you walked past him into the living room, placing them in the corner where you knew they wouldnât get in the way of anyone. You would die in this house. You were sure of it. There was no way you could survive being around him for the next two days.Â
You woke up with your alarm, announcing that the morning had come again. You turned it off immediately, rolling to the other side of your - Yeonjunâs - bed. You knew you should get up. There was a reason why you set the alarm after all, but not only was your body still too tired to get up, but your mind kept convincing you it was a bad idea to send him off.Â
To your surprise, the two days you were so worried about were calmer than you expected. Yeonjun didnât touch you at all and even let you sleep in his bed while he stayed on the couch. He barely spoke to you and only looked you in the eyes when necessary. It was obvious that he was avoiding you, but for some reason, you didnât mind. You needed to clear your head, and that was done the best without him around.Â
The problem was he was everywhere.Â
Of course, he was. It was his room, his home. You couldnât just erase him when you were staying in his house.Â
You turned around so you would be lying on your back when you heard the muffled voices behind the door, staring at the ceiling. You couldnât properly figure out what the two boys were talking about, but you figured it couldnât be important enough for you to leave the room.Â
But there were words that reached you even through the door. âTake care of her, yeah? I think I messed up too bad this time.â It was Yeonjunâs voice. You squeezed your blanket, closing your eyes as you fought a fight with yourself about getting out of bed to say goodbye to him after all.Â
You didnât go, though. You decided it was for the better. You needed to get your mind off your best friend and, most importantly, your heart too. You had to stop loving him, and this was the first step in doing so.Â
âHow is it that your cooking keeps getting better and better?â Soobin commented, almost finished with the lunch you prepared. You smiled, embarrassed as you thanked him. âYouâre exaggerating,â you mumbled, but he only shook his head, praising you once more.Â
âWhat are you doing?â You turned around to face him, the water still on, washing off the leftovers on your plate. âThe dishes,â you answered, not paying much attention to him and turning back again to finish what you started. âYou already cooked us lunch. Dishes are supposed to be my job,â he stated, stealing the plate from you. âYou can go sit down now.â You wanted to argue, but he was already pushing you out of the kitchen, refusing to hear you out on this.Â
It has been like that since Yeonjun left. The two of you had never talked that much despite hanging out with each other often, but it suddenly changed now that it was just you and him, without your best friend to steal your attention. You must say you liked this side of Soobin.Â
A part of you was worried you would be bored without Yeonjun around as it was always him you talked to when the three of you were hanging out as a group, but now that he was gone and you could actually get to know Soobin, you found out you have things in common.Â
âShould I pick the movie, then?â You suggested. Itâs only been three days, so you werenât sure if you could call it a tradition, but watching a movie or a show has become something you always did after lunch. âSure, go ahead,â Soobin agreed. You nodded, looking around the living room to find the remote control.Â
It was a peaceful afternoon. It always was with him. With Soobin, it all seemed easy. You didnât need to worry about what to wear around him just to impress him. You could talk about anime with him without him looking weirdly at you, and you loved that. It was the little things you could do with him that you knew you couldnât do with any of your other friends.Â
You found yourself wishing he could be your roommate after the end of this week, too.Â
âI should get going,â you proclaimed as the third movie of the day ended. Soobin looked up at you immediately, pausing the credit scene that was running on the TV. âYouâre going out?â He asked, confused. He knew for sure you hadnât told him anything about it. âYeah,â you nodded. âWith a few people from high school. They decided to do this little meet in a bar. And I heard Heesung might be tagging along, too. I heard he begged one of the guys from our old English class to let him join,â you laughed. The thought of him begging to get invited was hilarious to you. âDo you want to come? They are your old classmates too, after all.â You suggested.Â
âI am fine,â he shook his head, disagreeing. It wasnât like he would get along with many of their old classmates. Actually, except for your friends, who he got close with only after Yeonjun made him tag along any chance he got when you and your friends were hanging out, there was no one he would talk to. He didnât blame them for not inviting him or anything. After all, he never took the effort to speak to them, either. âI already agreed to play league with Beomgyu tonight anyway.âÂ
âI see,â you mumbled, nodding slightly. âI am going to get dressed, then. Donât disappear into your room just yet. I want to see you before I leave,â you warned Soobin, not waiting for his reply before you hopped into Yeonjunâs room.Â
You bought a new dress the day before, and it was perfect for this opportunity. You werenât sure where you were going yet, as everyone agreed to decide on the spot, but it was perfect for any kind of party, and you knew better than anyone that they couldnât go much without alcohol involved. So, whichever bar in town you would end up at, you were ready for it.Â
And you were right. You knew there wasnât a better dress you could wear when you saw the way Soobin looked at you as you ran around the apartment, trying to remember where you put your handbag. The way his eyes followed your every movement had you smiling. You couldnât lie; you enjoyed having that kind of attention on you. Especially coming from someone as hot as Soobin.Â
You were drunk when you left the bar. You knew you were drunk when you almost tripped as you got out of Hyunjinâs car, thanking him for driving you back, but still, you found yourself on the floor of Soobin and Yeonjunâs apartment, with a drink in your hands again.Â
âIs it my turn now?â Soobin wondered, watching you. He was tipsy himself by now, but he was still okay. Which he wasnât sure if he could say about you. âShouldnât we go to bed instead?âÂ
âNo,â you shook your head immediately. âI am fine, I promise.â You were lying just partly. Yes, your head was spinning a bit, and you needed a glass of water as soon as possible, but you still could think straight. Or you believed you could.Â
âAlright,â he nodded, thinking about what to say. Two truths and a lie. It sounded silly when you suggested it at first. It used to be a game he played with his friends back in middle school, so he doubted you when you came into his room, telling him to go play with you, but now that he was sitting here with you, a shot of vodka in front of him, he could see why you suggested it.Â
âI used to like you when we were in high school. I won against Beomgyu today when we were playing League. AndâŚâ he stopped for a moment, looking you up and down once again, pretending he was still thinking about it. âYou look so good tonight that all I can think about is fucking you on that couch.âÂ
You froze for a second, blinking a few times to assure yourself you heard him correctly and it wasnât just your mind playing games with you. Sure, there was a lie hidden in what he had just said, but he couldnât be lying about that, could he?Â
âYouâŚâ you hesitated, tilting your head to the side. âYou didnât win, did you?âÂ
âNo, I didnât,â he nodded, raising the shot of vodka. âYou got it right. My turn to drink,â he proclaimed, not hesitating as he drank the full shot at once. âYour turn. Say your sentences,â he encouraged you, placing the shot glass in front of him again. âWait, no, stop,â you shook your head. Suddenly, it felt as if you had sobered up. âYou said you liked me? And you want to fuck me?âÂ
âYour turn,â Soobin repeated himself, ignoring your questions. You took a deep breath, holding onto your glass tighter. âAlright, fine,â you agreed. It would be obvious to anyone around you that you were pissed, but he didnât want to pay attention to it. It would be better if he never mentioned anything about it again. You wouldnât remember it in the morning anyway, would you?Â
âI have a black cat. I dressed like this to impress you. I want you to fuck me on this couch.â You finished casually, batting your eyes at him innocently.Â
Whatever was going on through your head at the moment was working. Soobin cursed at himself in his head, closing his eyes so he wouldnât need to look at you. It was all too much for him. The look you gave him, the way your lips parted, and even the way you played with the hem of your dress. You were going to be the death of him.
âI know you donât have a cat,â he reminded you, but you only smiled at him. You knew he knew, he realized, scoffing. âYouâre unbelievable,â he shook his head. âAnd drunk. Youâre not thinking straight anymore. Go to bed.âÂ
âI am completely okay, Soob,â you argued. âNo matter how much I drank today, I know what I am saying.âÂ
âNo, you-â âPlease,â you interrupted him, your beg sending shivers all over his body. This wasnât what he expected. How could it be? But he couldnât say he would be against it. Heck, he even told you he wanted to fuck you.Â
Soobin swallowed the lump in his throat, looking at you again. âPlease, what?â He asked, knowing he already lost whatever battle his head was fighting with his hormones. âPlease fuck me,â you pleaded, your puppy eyes getting into his head immediately.Â
âFor fucks sake,â he mumbled, getting up from the floor. Your eyes followed his every movement, watching his back even as he disappeared into his room. You closed your eyes when he got out of your sight, sighing. That was not a reaction you expected.Â
Your eyes lit up when you saw his figure again, coming closer to you. âYou can still go back to your room, and we can pretend no one ever said anything,â Soobin proclaimed, but you only shook your head, looking up at him. You grabbed onto his hand, looking at the condom he was holding. âYouâre already prepared. Why call it off now?âÂ
And just like that, you were sitting on the couch, your head thrown back, and your legs spread open. Soobinâs head was in between them as he teasingly sucked onto your clit through your panties, evocating a moan from you. Your dress was long forgotten, somewhere on the floor, and one of your breasts was out of your bra, but your attention was on something else at the moment. It was impossible to think about anything else but Soobin when his hands were squeezing your thighs, making sure your legs would stay open for him.Â
âPlease, Binnie,â you whined. âMhm,â he hummed, his fingers finding their way to the hem of your panties before he yanked them down with one swift motion. He held them up, making sure you saw how soaked they were. âI am keeping those,â he stated with a smirk, making your eyes widen. âWhat? No!â You tried to argue, but the moment his lips were making out with your clit again, you gave up. He could take all your panties for all you cared if he kept making you feel this good.Â
âWhat did you say?â He asked. âTake them,â you cried out, unable to hold back your moans as he started fingering you, soon bringing you to your first orgasm of that night.Â
âThere is no way,â you breathed out, watching Soobin put on the condom he brought earlier. âThereâs no way what?â He questioned, coming closer to you again. You shook your head violently, putting your hands in front of your pussy as if you were trying to protect it. âYou canât possibly fit.âÂ
âOh, donât worry, Iâll make it fit,â he assured you, chuckling when he saw the look on your face. âIf you think you need it, we can set a safe word.â He suggested, cupping your cheeks. He wasnât sure how to behave if he was honest. He knew he was big, but no one had a reaction like you yet. âNo, I am fine,â you shook your head as if you were trying to prove yourself to him. âI was just surprised.âÂ
âAre you sure?â He asked, his fingers slowly rubbing your clit again. You closed your eyes from the pressure, quickly nodding to him. âI need you inside, please,â you begged him, and before you could realize it, his tip was already in you, making you gasp.Â
âCan I move?â You nodded, your nails digging into the skin on his forearm as you held onto him. He groaned, sliding deeper into you. He was only half way in, but the way you clenched around him was already driving him crazy. He wasnât sure how long he could last.Â
âJust a bit more,â he said, noticing you were calmer when he talked to you. He never was someone who would talk much during sex, usually only letting out quiet groans or curses, but if it meant you could stop clenching around him so much, he was willing to give it a go.Â
âYou can go faster now,â you breathed, moaning out when you heard him groan. He didnât need to be told twice and did as you said, finally going at a speed that suited his needs. He didnât mind going slower while you were getting used to his size, but he knew he needed more than that to finish.Â
âS-Slow down, I am close.â You gasped as his thrusts became even faster, harsher. You could tell he was reaching his high, making you clench around his cock once again. âYouâre taking me so well,â he praised. The feeling of his veins on your walls was your last bit, making you cum around his cock. He was driving you crazy.Â
âI am almost there, too,â he said, his groans becoming louder.Â
With a few last thrusts, Soobin reached his orgasm, too. But even after he came, filling the condom with his cum, he didnât pull out. And frankly, you were glad. You needed to feel him a bit more.Â
He brushed off the messy strands of your hair off your face, looking at your fucked out face. You looked perfect, even ruined like this. It almost made him hard again. âSleep in my room tonight,â he proclaimed, catching you off guard. âWhat?âÂ
âI donât want you to sleep in Yeonjunâs bed anymore. Please,â he pleaded, leaning down to you. He was only centimeters away from you now, his cock still deep inside you while his breath landed on your lips. âPlease,â he repeated himself, breaking the distance between you and pressing his lips on yours.Â
It was the first kiss you exchanged, but you hoped it wasnât the last.
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the way i just saw challengers and it changed my life, i might do a beomgyu x reader x soobin fic inspired by it đľâđŤđľâđŤđľâđŤđľâđŤ
summary: after finding out one of your closest friends sabotaged your relationship with beomgyu in hopes of having him all to herself, you end up spending a night with him. you may come to regret it when you realize beomgyu may not have been as innocent as he initially seemed.
notes: alright ;_; after much debate i'm reposting this probably only for a few days just so everyone who wanted to read can read it before i (probably) delete again! posting this made me feel rlly insecure for some reason but thanks to my moots and anons i feel a lot better ab it :) at least for a little bit. also, i know the direction may have taken quite the turn but this is genuinely just how it came out đ if you don't like it i'm sorry ( ŕ˝Í â§ ŕ˝Í )
itâs hard to reason with beomgyu as he presses hot kisses down your neck, but itâs not like youâre not trying. you think youâre trying really hard, actually, but itâs nothing in comparison to the effort heâs putting in to make you lose your mind. you have no control over your moans when he sucks a hickey into your neck. you feel heat pooling in your stomach as he grabs your ass and snakes his other hand up your hoodie to catch one of your hardened nipples between his fingers. heâs finally tasted you and, like a man starved, heâll be damned before someone takes away whatâs his.
âb-beomie, we canât! letâs go back to my place, at least,â you try to reason, but your resolve is weakening as you feel your pussy wetten under his caresses.Â
âshh, hanaâs not gonna be home tonight,â he whispers. âjust want you so bad, canât wait.â he looks so earnest, you canât bear to part from him. his puppy eyes look devastated, so what else can you do besides relent? and he knows it, too. now heâs got you.Â
he leads you to hanaâs bedroom, where heâs spent countless nights listening to her talk about how much she loves him, has loved him for years. he wants to roll his eyes at this, but he doesnât want you to misunderstand, so he keeps it to himself. heâll admit, she really did pull the wool over his eyes when she said you didnât like him, so he canât wait to see her reaction when she realizes you two have finally figured it out. if she wants to play dirty, they can both try their hand and see who wins.Â
and it feels an awful lot like heâs winning when he sees you undress once again, body bare with traces of him on every part of you. even if he hadnât marked you up so much, and he has, thereâs still evidence of his impact on you leaking out of your pussy. you letting him come inside was truly unexpected, but welcome, nonetheless. he knows, when youâve sobered up from your lustful daze, youâll ask him if heâs ever fucked hana raw. youâll probably cry again and rush to get plan b, but heâll tell you heâs not stupid. heâd never fuck anyone without protection, especially someone he likes as little as he likes hana. he just likes you so much, he couldnât help but want to feel you. youâre everything he dared to wish you would be. even better, actually, and now that heâs tasted you, he never wants to stop.Â
the feeling of wanting to be close to you reemerges when he sees you dropping to your knees for him. you fiddle with the zipper of his pants and he sighs when cool air meets his bare cock. and you're so perfect with your makeup smudged, hair in disarray, and mouth open, prettily presented for fucking.
you start with a lick of your lips and heâs already rock hard from the anticipation. you grab his base and tease little licks up and down his length. he never thought heâd be particularly into that, really, but you look so hungry for him it makes him whine. finally, you lick the precum off of his tip and he moans when you shallowly take in the tip of his cock, hollowing out your cheeks. you bob your head shallowly and itâs taking every ounce of self control he has not to grab the back of your head and shove himself down your throat. but he doesnât want to hurt you, so he lets you tease him. for now, at least. you take more and more of him into your warm mouth until you can feel his tip searing the back of your throat. you canât possibly fit all of him into your mouth, so you take the rest of him in your hands. you look up at him with watery eyes, almost like youâre asking for his approval, and his already thinning patience snaps. he grabs your hair and pumps himself in and out of you. you try to meet his thrusts with teasing swipes of your tongue, never once breaking eye contact. the combination of your gaze and the sight of your drool mixed with his precum dripping out of your mouth drives him crazy.Â
âbaby, look, youâre drooling all over my cock.â you hum in agreement, but a nasty thought crosses his mind as he remembers that you almost went out with another man tonight.
âmmm, who taught you how to use that slutty little mouth?â he asks, riling himself up for reasons unknown. the thought of someone else seeing you like this is enough to push him to madness. he fucks himself into your mouth mercilessly. youâre coughing and slobbering all over his cock, but itâs only when hot tears pour down your face that he registers what heâs doing. how can he bear to hurt you? he pulls out and youâre gasping for air.Â
âshh, itâs okay, youâre okay. câmere,â he coos, leading you to the bed.
you lay down shakily and he takes a moment just to admire your body and the work heâs done to it. he canât control the want in his gaze when he sees your pussy dripping on hanaâs comforter. itâs sick to see, in a way, but it excites him even more.Â
âturn around,â he commands, and you would, you really, really would, but your limbs feel so weak, itâs a chore. he sighs and roughly turns you on your stomach himself. he manhandles you into kneeling on all fours and itâs all you can do not to buckle under such force, but you canât deny the way it makes your pussy clench around nothing when he does this. as if he can read your mind, he lets out a soft laugh as he lines himself up with your entrance and pushes himself in. youâve obviously just fucked, but youâre still as tight and hot as the first time. slowly, he feels you stretch and spasm to accommodate his length â pussy gripping him like a vise. he shakes when he feels himself completely sheathed in you.Â
âg-good girl,â he praises. âso good for me.â then, without giving you another moment to adjust, he begins thrusting into you. his hips meet your ass and heâs awestruck by the sight of it as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix relentlessly. as heâs pumping into your heat, you donât mean for your arms to give out from under you, but they do. heâs just fucking you so good you canât help but feel weak. he chuckles at how youâre becoming undone after just a few strokes, but truthfully? heâs endeared. you were so brave in talking back to him earlier, but that attitude is completely gone as you lay there and let him take you over and over again.Â
ânghh⌠not so hard, beomie,â you moan.Â
âis it good, baby? i can feel you milking my cock. tell me itâs good, or iâll stop,â he threatens.
âmmm, âs good! too good!â! you cry.
youâre so busy moaning out beomgyuâs name with your face mashed in the pillows, you really donât hear the apartment door open and keys being thrown carelessly on the table, but as for beomgyu? he hears it all and it brings a mean, lopsided grin to his face. youâd think he would, at the very least, slow down, but he only rams harder and harder into you. the sound of wetness and skin slapping skin echo throughout the room. hana really wasnât supposed to be home, this much is true, but what beomgyu didnât tell you is that she had texted him saying her plans have changed and that he should come over. truly, he couldnât have conjured up a better outcome than the one unfolding before him.
âbeomgyu?!â hana shrieks. youâre so surprised you nearly jump out of beomgyuâs grasp, but he holds your ass in place as he continues his thrusts.
âdonât listen to her, just feel me,â he says in a raspy tone. and what can you do besides listen when he drills himself even harder into you? when you feel the veins of his cock dragging against your insides, youâre tuning out hanaâs desperate cries, intentionally or not.
âcoming inside, okay?â he, well, you would say âasksâ, but itâs more of a statement of fact rather than a question. âtake it all, baby,â he says as his hips begin to stutter. he smacks your ass â just because he can â and you feel it pulsate throughout your entire body as you clench around him, seeing nothing but white behind your eyelids as your release finally comes along with his.
youâre gasping for air when you finish. he carefully pulls out and watches as your cum and his mix together in the most sinful way. itâs a truly a sight to see, and if he had more time, he would be whipping out his phone and capturing the moment to revisit the next time heâs alone, but hanaâs words are cutting into his bliss before he can fully appreciate the sight before him.
âb-beomie? w-whatâs going on?â hana asks, tears streaming unabashedly down her pretty face. beomgyu is far too preoccupied to appreciate them, though, as he gently helps you sit up and thoughtfully wipes the drool and tears off of your face.Â
ââwhatâs going on?ââ he begins mockingly. âdo you really need me to show you again?â he sneers.Â
meanwhile, you feel like a deer in headlights as you meet hanaâs gaze. you feel dirty and small as you try your damndest to cover yourself up. hanaâs soft eyes harden while she stares at you.Â
âyou. you did this, you fucking slut,â she spits. you break your gaze and stare down at your naked body. you feel incredibly vulnerable because, as you already know, sheâs right. you feel your eyes heat up with tears, this time from guilt and humiliation rather than pleasure.
âyouâd better watch your fucking mouth,â beomgyu says, eyebrows furrowed and voice even deeper than usual.Â
âi just donât understand. why? why her? and how could you do this to me? you said you loved me!â she shrieks, grabbing beomgyuâs arm. he harshly pulls away and instead collects your sweats and hoodie. you canât help but stare. he said he loved her then he turned around and fucked you? oh no.Â
âwell, i lied, if thatâs not clear enough,â he shrugs, gingerly dressing you like youâre some kind of catatonic doll. and, right now, you might as well be as you let him do what he wants. his callous words donât match his gentle actions and itâs making your brain short-circuit.Â
âif and when he does the same shit to you,â she says, looking at you with more hurt than youâve ever seen on a person, âdonât you fucking dare come crying to me. or any of our friends, actually. just wait âtil they hear what you fucking did.â you shiver at her ominous words. sheâs right, after all. beomgyu dropped her the second you showed interest in him, whoâs to say he wonât do the same to you? sure, heâs acting lovey dovey now, but youâve seen firsthand how quickly his tune can change. youâre absolutely fucked. itâs your word against hers, and with the evidence of your betrayal seeping into her sheets, you donât like your odds. you canât help but stare at beomgyu, and, as if heâs reading your mind, he says his next words patiently.
âi love you. i would never hurt you like this.â he loves you now? you continue to look at him doubtfully. his words seem cheap after hanaâs unforgiving speech, and he realizes heâs losing you when you donât respond. hana doesnât stop there, though.
âif he did this to me, i canât wait to see what heâll do to you,â she laughs. hana is, objectively speaking, a lot more of a catch than you are. and to the very bitter end, she wonât let you fucking forget it.
âshut your fucking mouth!â he exclaims and she flinches, as do you. youâve never seen him so angry and itâs enough to scare you.Â
â... i should go,â you croak.
âyeah, you should,â hana ridicules. you do an incredibly shaky walk of shame as you quickly gather your things.Â
âhey, wait!â he pleads, but youâre already booking it out of the door. he goes to run after you, but hana grabs him forcefully by his shoulder and he spins around to face her. you slam the door, not wanting to know what kind of makeup sex they will probably be having relatively soon. as soon as youâre gone, hana begins.
âare you fucking crazy? her, of all people?!â she hisses.
âi thought i told you to watch how you talk about her,â he says lowly. his eyes are so intense, sheâs momentarily stunned, but heâs crazy if he thinks thatâll shut her up. perhaps to her eventual regret, she says her next words.
âif i tell everyone, sheâll be fucking ruined. sheâll have nobody after this.âÂ
âso?âÂ
âso, stay with me,â she says softly, while, to his disgust, grabbing his hands and pleading with him. âstay with me, and i wonât tell anybody.â she looks as pathetic as a dog right now, and her words make him laugh in her face.
âtell them,â he says.Â
âw-what?â she sputters.
âtell them all. i want you to tell them how i fucked one of your best friends and got her pregnant. tell them how i fucked her raw in your own bed. go on, iâd love to see their reactions when they find out.âÂ
âyouâre⌠youâre fucking crazy,â she gasps.
âmaybe, but not crazy enough to stay with you,â he shrugs. âi got what i wanted, i donât need you anymore.â for once, she shuts her mouth. the puzzle pieces finally fit together and her jaw drops in awe.
âyou did this on purpose?âÂ
âmaybe youâre not as dumb as you look,â he sneers, and with that, he zips up his pants and pats her cheek. âyou were okay in bed, but thatâs about it.âÂ
her tears are falling, but that does nothing to mar her beauty. still, his heart remains unfazed.Â
âwhen she finds out, sheâll leave you,â she sobs.
âand who will she believe? her ex friend whoâs out to get her, or me? the only person she has left? iâd love to see who she believes.â his words leave her in even more tears, but he does nothing to placate her. he just grabs his shit and slams the door behind him.
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hana wastes no time in telling your friends about your scandal. your incoming texts range from âwhat the fuck is wrong with youâ to âis it true?â to âyouâd better not show your face to us againâ.
you attempt to explain yourself, but to no avail. even if hana lied to you first, you committed the ultimate betrayal with a smile on your face. nobody wants to hear your sob story about your forbidden love with beomgyu. nobody, not even your best friend, dares to defend you now.
the one person whoâs on your side has been texting you relentlessly, though. beomgyuâs insistence on making sure youâre okay does little to quell the uneasiness in your heart. hanaâs words resound in your head. âif he did this to me, i canât wait to see what he does to you.â you donât want to give him that chance, but your resolve is weakening when you feel yourself becoming more and more isolated from the people you used to call your friends.Â
for days, you donât leave your house except to go to work. where else can you go? you donât have anyone to go out with you anymore. still, beomgyu texts and attempts to call you through it all. his messages are all about how much he loves you, how much he misses you, how much he needs you. how much he promises to make things right with you and how youâre the only one heâs wanted all along. more and more, you feel yourself slipping away. even though you never respond, you still sift through his messages and itâs enough to bring smiles, no matter how small, to your face. he loves you, wants you, needs you. who else do you have in your life to say things like that to you?Â
still, the thought of trusting him scares you to your bones. what if he does the same shit to you? you donât have a support system anymore. you donât have anybody to rely on when he inevitably hurts you in the same way. why wouldn't he, after all? youâre no match for the kind of girls who come his way. what happens when he gets sick of you and wants to fuck another girl in your bed? youâre stuck with these thoughts as you nurse a bottle of vodka, alone in your apartment with nobody but yourself. this is what you deserve, you think.Â
a knock on your door is enough to pull you out of your drunken haze. is it one of your friends? could they have finally gotten over their intial shock and disgust and understood that you didnât mean for any of this to happen the way it did? you stumble to the door and youâre too drunk to even think about checking who it is before desperately swinging open the door. you are not met with the familiar face of one of your friends, however. instead, you see the face of the boy whoâs been haunting your dreams for the past few nights.
âbeomgyu?â he looks absolutely devastated, eyes reddened and wet with his face ghostly pale. he reeks of alcohol and he stands almost tremblingly. he doesnât respond to you, just stares at you with the same intensity that entranced you from the very beginning.
âwhat are you doing here?â you ask.Â
âcan i come in? please?â youâve never been able to say no to him, and you especially canât in his current pathetic state. you move from the doorway to allow him access and quietly shut the door behind him.
âwhat do you want?â you try.
âwant you,â he sobs, tears finally flowing from his sad brown eyes. âonly ever wanted you.â your heart aches when you see him like this. you thought hanaâs reaction was devastating enough, but he looks absolutely wrecked right now, putting her despair to shame, really.Â
âi donât know what to say,â you admit. âwe fucked up, plain and simple. and i donât know how i can trust you after what we did.â youâre not a victim in this, to be clear, but youâre far too vulnerable to accept the heart that he's holding out for you so carelessly.Â
âi know, and i'm sorry. i'm so, so sorry. what can i do to make you trust me?â he begs. your already soft heart softens even more at his words, but you have to be realistic.
âi⌠i donât think i can. if you had just talked to me in the first place things could've been different,â you reason. this only puts the boy in an even worse state. heâs almost wailing now, and he looks to you for comfort.
âp-please, just please. give me one chance,â he cries, looking absolutely frantic. âiâll prove it to you, just let me.â he reaches for your face and you didnât even realize youâre crying until he swipes away your tears. well, youâre already going to hell. whatâs the point in atoning for your sins now?Â
as if he can read your mind, he musters up a shaky smile before leaning in and giving you a chaste kiss. his lips taste salty, but sweet, and heâs kissing you with a passion youâve never felt before. you almost believe him when he says youâre the only one. almost.
âh-how do i know youâre not going to do the same thing to me?â you ask unsteadily.Â
âi would never,â he says immediately. âi would never hurt you.â at least, not like this. but you donât know that yet.Â
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in the weeks following his drunken appearance at your door, being with beomgyu is even better than you thought it would be. itâs like a switch has been turned back on and heâs back to treating you like a princess, almost like the months since your âbreakupâ never happened. he randomly brings you flowers, showers you with kisses, and he canât seem to keep his hands off of you along with declarations of love, which you never directly reciprocate. no matter how well he treats you, though, thereâs an underlying sense of unease. you still find it difficult to fully trust him, and he can tell. itâs driving him to the brink of madness trying to come up with ways to show you how much he cares.
youâre in the middle of pensively reevaluating the nature of your relationship with beomgyu for the 100th time when you hear a knock on your door. at this point, you don't even bother checking who it is because you already know it'll be beomgyu. no matter how desperately you wish it were one of your ex-friends, youâre always met with his face, instead. you open the door and youâre shocked, to put it mildly. standing before you is not the beomgyu you know and (probably) love, but hana.
âwe need to talk,â she grumbles. almost as if youâre possessed, you let her in without much fuss. is she here to rekindle your friendship? to tell you sheâll forgive you after what youâve done to her?Â
âhana, listen iâm so incredibly sorââÂ
âsave it,â she says, lifting her hand. âiâm only here âcause i have something i need to say to you. it took me weeks to come here because i donât even wanna look at you.â you gulp and nod, genuinely anxious as to what she has in store for you.
âiâm just going to tell you straight up. beomgyuâs not who you think he is,â she deadpans.Â
âw-what do you mean?â if sheâs talking about how heâll eventually betray you, youâve already thought of that. why she thinks this is news to you, you donât know.
âlisten to me, he planned this whole fucking thing.â what could she possibly mean by that? he planned to get caught by her? that doesnât even make sense. âi told him iâd be home the night that i walked in on you.â your jaw drops in horror, but she continues as if she doesnât notice.
âi think⌠i think he heard us over the phone and knew youâd be there before meeting with jay. he told me he wanted our friends to find out and to see who youâd believe if i told you. whether you believe me or not, i really donât give a fuck, but itâs true. he said he got what he wanted, so he doesnât need me anymore.â she chokes on her last words and you can't help but feel sorry for her, but that feeling is overshadowed by the feelings of anger towards beomgyu. you donât think hana would lie about this. she looks so flustered and heartbroken, you donât believe for a second that sheâs lying just to rile you up. before you can reply, the door opens and beomgyuâs figure appears in your doorway. he has a smile on his face, but it drops lightning fast when he sees whoâs standing there.
âwhat the fuck are you doing here?â he says with a scowl.
âiâm on my way out,â hana mumbles, pushing past him. he doesnât even attempt to stop her. he registers the mixed emotions on your face and he can guess what she said to you without much effort.
âlet me explain,â he says lowly, already heading towards you to placate you like youâre some sort of wild animal he has to coax. and youâre so angry, you might as well be.
âexplain what? that you ruined my fucking life?â you spit. he flinches at your tone, even more so at your next words. âwhat i donât understand is why? is my life a fucking game to you?â his face crumbles at this.Â
ân-no! never!â he sputters.
âthen what is this? whatâs your reason for planning for hana to walk in us? is this a kink or something?â he shakes his head frantically.Â
âyou donât understand, i just wanted it to be us,â he pleads. âi donât like them. theyâll just try to take you away from me.âÂ
âtake me away from them? beomgyu, iâm not some fucking toy. iâm a person. a person whose life you fucking ruined for no reason!â you exclaim. youâre so frustrated you could cry, so you do. does he not realize how badly he fucked you over? âyou promised youâd never hurt me,â you sob.
âi-i did it for us! they wouldnât care about how we feel⌠theyâd just take hanaâs side without even thinking about it!â he argues, grabbing your hands. you want to pull away, but if you do, that means youâll be completely alone.Â
âyou didnât even give them a chance,â you reason. ânow itâs really over,â you say between sobs. âi⌠i couldâve talked to them, but you ruined it!âÂ
âi just want you all to myself, is that so bad?â he asks, as if he genuinely can't understand why youâre so upset. heâs actually sick in the head.
âwhy?!â you ask again, ripping your hands from his grasp.
âbecause i love you,â he says desperately. âi just love you so much. iâm sorry, iâll never do anything like this again,â he promises.Â
âyeah, you wonât,â you reply bitterly. âbecause i wonât give you that chance.âÂ
âw-what do you mean?â he asks, lips trembling and eyes red.
âiâm not doing this with you anymore. this whole thing was doomed from the start,â you reply firmly. he shakes his head as if denying it with fervor will undo what youâve said, tears now flowing freely from his reddened eyes.
âno, p-please,â he cries. âi only did it because i love you so much. ever since i first saw you, i only ever wanted to be with you. i⌠i know i fucked up, but it was the only way. believe me, please.â your already soft heart is softening even more as you listen to the desperation in his voice. he sounds so lost and scared, as if he really doesnât know what heâll do if you tell him no. you briefly wonder if heâs ever heard the words: âno, beomgyu. youâve gone too far this time.â but as you watch him come undone before you, you donât think youâll be able to be the one who tells him no, anyway.Â
âiâm giving you one, and i mean one, last chance. if you fuck up this time, i promise you, youâll never see me again,â you declare. you don't know what youâre expecting, really, but the sight of even more tears streaming down his face is not it. he grabs you and pulls you in his warm and trembling embrace.
âth-thank you,â he cries. âyou wonât regret this.âÂ
âiâd better not,â you mumble. even if you do, you canât deny the way your heart skips a beat at his pure, unadulterated need for you. even if you do come to regret it, itâs impossible to look at him right now and say heâs not being sincere. he pulls away from you and hurriedly captures your mouth, and as if your next words will take back what you said, he seals them in your throat before you can manage to get anything more out. as the kiss becomes more heated, you feel something hard and angry poking into your stomach.
âalready?â you tease. he actually blushes at this.
âcanât help it. need you,â he replies sheepishly.Â
âyou need me, huh? is that why youâve been so bad?â you ask, palming him deliciously through his pants.
ân-not bad! just love you so much, couldnât stop myself.â your temper actually flares a little at this. you palm him more harshly and his breath catches when you do.
âreally? but youâve been so bad, i donât think you deserve me,â you say menacingly, pulling your hand away. he audibly whimpers at this.
âno, no, no, please! iâll be good from now on,â he pleads as he grabs your hand and begins to snake it under the waistband of his pants. you let him, but you donât take his hardened length into your hand like you usually would. instead, you tease the sensitive area around it, even going so far as to ghost your fingers over his balls, but you conveniently avoid giving him any sort of friction or attention, so heâs gasping when you give him a mean and unexpected tug.Â
âp-please stop teasing me,â he cries, eyes so beautiful and watery. âi know iâve been bad, but i can make you feel so good.â heâs right, in a way. youâve never and will never feel as good as you do when beomgyu pumps into you and shoots his hot load in your pussy, but heâs deranged if he thinks youâll let him have you so easily tonight. not after what heâs done.
âhmm, iâm not so sure about that,â you hum. you lead him to your bedroom as if heâs hypnotized. you havenât even let him enter you yet, if youâre going to let him do so at all, but heâs already acting like heâs drunk on you.Â
âstrip,â you command simply. without any questions or doubts, he eagerly takes off his hoodie and shoves his pants down, stepping out of them and closer to you. itâs sickeningly sweet to see how possessed he is by you. he tries to take your own clothes off, but you smack his hand away.Â
âbad boy,â you say, and he whines like a dog. âlay down.â he does what you say, lying completely exposed on your bed as he gives a few pulls on his throbbing cock. âstop fucking touching yourself or youâre not getting anything from me,â you add, and he whines even louder.Â
âplease touch me,â he begs, cock standing all red and weeping.Â
âyou donât deserve it,â you shrug. you take off your pants and he leches at the image of your pussy dripping wet for him, and so soon. all he can think about is how warm it is and how fervently he wants to be in it. he thinks youâre going to sit on his cock, because that would be the most natural course of action, but all you do is lay next to him and pull something out of your nightstand drawer. a vibrator. are you fucking serious?Â
âno!â he begs, already knowing how this is going to go.
âyou can take what you get from me or you can beat it,â you bite back. that shuts him up. heâs biting his lip, trying not to get scolded again, but he canât help but whine again when you spread your legs and turn your vibrator on.Â
âah,â you moan as the rubber tip hits your clit. âfeels so good.âÂ
âiâd feel better,â he insists, eyes widened and desperate like a madman.Â
âtouch yourself,â you say in response. âi'm not touching that dirty cock of yours, so take care of it yourself.â he doesnât need to be told twice. he immediately spits on his hand and begins to wildly jerk his weeping cock. he whines at the friction. you, however, are so lost in the feeling of the vibrations pulsating throughout your pussy, you couldnât seem to care less about what he does. this only makes him whine even louder. heâs experiencing pleasure, sure, but the sounds coming from him are exaggerated and theatrical. heâs just trying to get a rise out of you. he just wants you to look at him, is that too much to ask?
you open your eyes at his petulant noise and say your next words so quietly, if he wasnât paying more attention, heâd miss them. âkiss me.â so he does. the kiss is filthy and nothing more than the tangling of tongues, but that combined with the stimulation on your poor pussy is enough to make you near the edge.Â
beomgyu can tell youâre close, and his kisses become even more heated as he abuses his cock under his hand. heâs moaning into your mouth, showing you, in no uncertain terms, just how badly he wants to be in you instead.Â
âlet me do it,â he begs. âcome around me, instead. itâll feel so much better.â his dirty words break you out of your trance and you annoyedly shut the vibrator off while tossing it god knows where. you tear his hand away from his cock and mount him, teasingly rubbing yourself against him, but refusing to put it in. he whines and pouts, but youâre far too busy trying to get yourself off to appease him. then, as if heâs possessed, he raises his hips and his tip catches on your entrance. you both gasp at his shallow intrusion.Â
âp-please sit on it, it hurts,â he asks rather pathetically.Â
âi canât, beomie. you havenât even fingered me yet â youâll break me in half,â you say provocatively. he whimpers at the imagery. âand you've been so bad, how can i let you get what you want? youâll never learn if i do that.âÂ
âiâve learned! i promise, iâve learned! just, please, help me,â he cries, bucking his hips up and holding your waist so hard youâll know heâll leave bruises.Â
âmmm, i donât knowwww,â you drawl.
âplease!â and with that, you angle your hips and begin to sink on his thick length. the stretch burns and you canât help but cry out as you feel your pussy enveloping every inch of him mercilessly. heâs in tears when he feels you throbbing around him, pussy stretching to accommodate how big he is. when you finally, finally take him all in, he canât help but begin to fuck into you wantonly.Â
âb-beomie, slow down!âÂ
âc-canât! feels so good,â he says, tears streaming down his pretty face. he grabs your waist even tighter and flips you around so youâre lying beneath him. his cock continues to hammer into you and youâre seeing stars. his mouth is open, drool pooling out of the corners of his lips, and heâs moaning out your name like a prayer.
âpussy so good, so perfect,â he babbles. âmissed this. missed feeling you like this.âÂ
âi missed it too,â you admit.Â
âwanted you, wanted you for so long,â he continues. you donât even think he knows what heâs saying, but you can tell he means every word. he reaches to your stomach and presses down where his cock is ramming into you. your eyes roll back at the pleasure that comes with the pressure.Â
âmy baby could be in here,â he muses. âour baby.â this should scare you into sobriety, but it does nothing of the sort. you find yourself tightening even further at the thought of him breeding you like a bitch.Â
âiâll take care of you, i swear,â he says as he thrusts so hard your head nearly meets the headboard. âiâll give you everything you need. sh-shit, baby, wanna fill you up so good you feel me for days,â those words in addition to his sloppy thrusts are what send you over the edge. you clench around him and he hisses at how youâre even tighter than usual. you feel his thrusts become even more sporadic and heâs emptying himself into you unceremoniously. as he softens, he pulls out and you wince at the feeling. to your surprise, he moves down to your pussy and begins to lap up all of the cum like a starving animal. then, he pulls you in for one last nasty kiss.Â
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you donât know if you necessarily trust beomgyu, but itâs hard not to at least try to when he basically prostrates himself in front of you on a daily basis. he lets you walk all over him, really. if you call him, he comes running. if youâre mad or upset, he soothes you. when youâre being unreasonable, he reasons, anyway. you still havenât heard from your friends, but youâre starting to accept the fact that you never will. he introduces you to his friends, and surprisingly, they actually welcome you with open arms. apparently, they didnât like hana very much and knew beomgyu always had a thing for you. youâre not sure how to feel about that, but youâre flattered, nonetheless.Â
you call beomgyu crazy, and maybe he is, but he always says it's because he's crazy in love with you. you want to playfully smack him when he says such cheesy words, but you're starting to really believe him.