Not even a minute has passed and Ningning has already noticed your arrival to the party.
You smirk and send her wink.
She scowls and shoves her handbag into the arms of the man next to her, leaving him behind and storming her way over to you.
You don’t move an inch, you just keep smiling as you wait for her to come to you—it’s hard to do anything but smile when someone as attractive as Ningning is coming your way, even if the look on her face is fierce enough to put the fear of death in most men.
The crowd parts as she walks towards you, heads turn to catch even a glimpse of the beautiful, young Chinese woman angrily stomping her way across the party. You even see a clearly inebriated bystander fall over himself attempting a double take when she walks on by.
You don’t blame him—he isn’t the first man to fall on his knees for her.
It’s almost comical how pissed at you she is—deservedly so, if you’re honest—and while you know you should be a little worried, all that anger of hers can’t hide the tantalising sway of her hips or the soft jiggle of her breasts as she walks, and all it does is build up your anticipation and excitement until she’s right in front of you, yelling—
“I’d like to,” Elain muttered, her cheeks scorching as she took in his stunned expression. She didn’t even want to think about the fact that in the years she’s known Azriel he had never once looked this surprised. “I’m sorry. It was stupid and I made you uncomfortable. I’ll just go,” Elain quickly scrambled to her feet, eager to leave her embarrassment behind. “I’m so sorry. So—”
“Elain,” Azriel said softly, his hand gently closing around her wrist. “I’m not uncomfortable,” He tugged her back towards him. “I just want to make sure I’m hearing you right.”
Azriel let go of her wrist and placed his large hands on her bare shoulders — her tank top doing absolutely nothing to protect her from his warm skin.
Their eyes met and Elain felt her heart flip in her chest.
“Tell me what you want Elain.” Azriel said in a tight, even voice. His handsome face impressively stoic once again.
“I want,” Elain started, her tongue coming out to wet her lips. She saw Azriel’s eyes dip before meeting hers again. “You to go down on me. Please.”
His grip tightened on her shoulders, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.
“And that’s all you want?” His gaze intensified, and Elain felt the warmth exuding from his hands spread through the rest of her body.
“For now? If that’s ok?” Elain asked, unsure and not wanting to pressure him anymore.
He tipped his face closer to hers.
“Elain,” Azriel said in a strained voice. “Just so you know, what you’re offering me right now is the fantasy of most men in America. Probably in the entire fucking world,” His thumb rubbed along the length of her collar bone. “But they don’t know you,” Azriel muttered, his fingers moving to massage some of the tension from her shoulder. “And with your level of fame it would be hard for anyone to see you as more than just a fantasy.” Elain sucked in a sharp breath.
She nodded, confirming his words.
“You’re different,” Elain said, head flaring in her cheeks. “You treat me differently. In a good way. Like a friend,” Azriels hands gave her shoulders a small squeeze. “But you can say no. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, especially because of your job and we never have to do it again—”
“I’ll do it,” Azriel confirmed, his eyes soft and warm and they took in the relief skittering across her features. “We can start with it this once,” He swallowed. “And see how it goes.”
Elain nodded, her heart beating faster as he slowly backed her towards his room. Their gazes locked on each other, intense and heated, but Elain never looked away. Didn’t shy away from the passion in his eyes and didn’t buckle from the fierce arousal simmering in her core like lava.
He had only touched her shoulders and she already felt more pleasure with Azriel than anything she felt with Graysen.
They walked into the room and Azriel kicked the door shut behind him — Her eyes left his to take in the place he called home.
Her lips turned up as she took in the band posters on the wall and the desk littered with sketch pads, pens, and colored pencils. No laundry scattered on the floor, but neatly put away. It was cozy. A TV sat on a dresser facing his bed, and Elain saw herself wrapped in Azriel’s arms watching their favorite show. A movie. She wasn’t picky.
“I like your room.” Elain said, turning back to him with a smile.
“I’ve started a few designs for your next tattoo,” Azriel said, his voice casual as he nodded to his desk. “Want to see them?”
“Yes, please.” Elain smiled, giddy as they walked the short distance to the desk. The thought of Azriel sitting at this wooden desk and sketching something for her made little butterflies flap their wings deep within her heart.
She had only asked him a few days ago for the tattoo, and he wasted no time in preparing it for her. Some small part of her wanted to say that he prioritized something she asked him to do. Something he refused to take monetary payment for — and Elain knew how much he worked between now and then, so some small part of her rejoiced at his efforts.
He pushed his desk chair off to the side and grabbed his sketchbook before taking her hand pulling her towards his bed.
Elain allowed herself to bounce on the mattress and lean into his side, shucking her shoes off before bringing her feet onto the mattress.
Azriel opened the sketchbook so that it laid on both of their laps, his head tilted close to hers as they bent down to look at the pages — his intoxicating scent lulling her senses and spreading a warm, fuzzy feeling to invade her consciousness.
She watched as his large hand flipped through the pages, the seconds everlasting as they sat together. Maybe it was due to the fact that Elain intentionally slowed her own breathing and tried to take in every detail to cement this moment in her mind for as long as possible.
He turned the pages slowly, as if offering Elain a glimpse into something more, something deeper. She noted how most of his sketches were done in pen, but he used colored pencils if he wanted to color anything in. She noticed that he tended to use thick, bolder strokes that were different from the dainty tattoo that he had inked on her hip.
“My tattoos aren’t your usual style.” Elain noted, daring to glance up at him to see him already looking down at her through black lashes.
“But they’re your style,” Azriel said, tilting his head slightly. “And that’s what matters.” He smiled softly down at her.
Elain contemplated what she wanted to say next, weighing the words on her tongue before saying, “Thank you for noticing,” Her eyes dipped back to the sketches. “What my style is.”
He brought a hand up and moved her golden brown hair to one shoulder, exposing the heated skin on the back of her neck, and using his fingers to ease any lingering tension.
“I love your hands,” Elain said in a soft sigh, letting her head relax and bob to the side. His fingers stilled on neck. She blinked away her cloudy thoughts and looked up at him. “I’ve always thought they were beautiful,” Elain admitted with hesitant vulnerability. “And they create such lovely art, and they feel very…pleasant.”
In a thick voice Azriel said, “Thank you.”
He dropped his hand from her neck and they turned back to the book. He flipped faster, searching for her designs before finally finding his destination towards the back of the pages — Elain wondered if all of these were for commissions, or if he ever drew just for himself.
As soon as he found the page, Azriel twisted the spiral bound book in half so that just the page of heart designs were showing. Her lips involuntarily turned themselves upwards as she thought about intense and intimidating Azriel scribbling hearts on a page for her — would he have the same intensity that he normally wore? That he had when he was sketching on the tour bus?
“I love them all,” Elain said, taking in all the different designs. None of them were wider than an inch, which Elain didn’t want it to be, but he somehow knew that without Elain having to tell him. She peered up at him with her brown eyes. “Do you have a favorite?”
His eyes were intently focused on her face and Elain could see the effort it took for him to move his eyes to the page.
“Honestly, I like this one,” Elain looked down to Azriel pointing a long, elegant finger at the simplest design. It wasn’t colored in like some of the other ones, and the line work was the thinnest of all the designs. It was simple, almost as if Azriel had just decided to draw a heart on a whim without thinking — it was in his handwriting. “It’s not overpowering or flashing, but simple and understanded.”
Elain nodded along, absorbing every word he said.
“I like it…” She trailed off, looking up at him. “Should we look a little closer as to where we should draw it? Or, well, where you should draw it.”
An impish grin formed on Azriel’s lips.
“Should I grab my pen?” Azriel teased and a slow smile took root on Elain’s face as she nodded.
When Azriel got up to get his pen Elain quickly slipped out of her tank top, tossing it to the foot of the bed — and she tried her best to remain as casual as possible in her lace, unlined bra. She was a model, and even though she never did lingerie or bikini shoots, plenty of people had seen more of her when she changed for the runway. She was posing, something she did all the time, but for some reason she was acutely aware of every detail of the way she was sitting.
He turned on his heels and the pen in his grasp nearly fell to the floor.
Hazel eyes latched onto her breasts.
“Do you think I need to take my bra off?” Elain asked in an unintentionally breathy voice.
Azriel tilted his head and said, “Whatever you’re comfortable with.”
After a beat Elain reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, slowly dragging the straps off of her shoulder and tossing the scrap of lace at the foot of the bed with her shirt.
Her chest heaving up and down as Azriel devoured her breasts with his eyes.
“Lay down.” Azriel commanded, and Elain instantly dropped back to her elbows, but still strained her neck to look at him as he approached, uncapping his pen.
He stood over her and placed a hand at her collarbone, gently pressing her back into the bed.
It wasn’t the first time his hands were on her, but she still marveled at how large it was. However, his left hand moved from her collarbone and settled underneath her heavy left breast, almost cupping it but not quite. Curving over her rib cage.
“You have freckles here,” Azriel said in a heavy voice. “So, I think we should let those beauties be, but,” He brought his right thumb up to brush the skin underneath her right breast. “On the right you have a blank canvas. What do you think?”
“The right sounds good to me.” Elain urged, shuddering as Azriel drew the heart on her skin — the tip of the pen scrapping over her sensitive skin, electrifying her to the point of gasping. All too soon the pen left her skin.
Elain leaned up again and tried to look at the drawing, but her breast obscured her vision.
“I can’t see it.” She pouted, her brow dipping.
“You’ll be able to see it when you stand up.”
Elain’s pout deepened.
“I know we really aren’t supposed to — for security reasons, but could you take a picture? So I can see? My face doesn’t have to be in it.”
“Elain.” Azriel warned.
“Sorry, it was a bad idea.”
Elain saw something in Azriel crumble because he reached towards his night stand and grabbed his phone.
“Here,” Azriel said, grasping her hands and placing them on her chest. “Just in case, right?” Azriel shook his head and sighed. “This is a bad fucking idea.”
Elain looked to the camera, and Azriel must have liked what he was seeing because he tilted the camera up to capture her face.
After snapping the picture, he tilted the screen towards her.
Elain looked…sexy.
Her golden hair spread out around her as if she had been thoroughly ravished right before the picture was taken, and her hands were inadvertently pushing her breasts up, making them look larger and fuller than they were.
And Azriel made it look incredibly artistic.
“I—” Elain started, cutting herself off as she tried to figure out what to say. “It would be a shame,” She said slowly. “For such a pretty picture to be erased.”
Azriel looked at her intently.
“I can’t send it to you, Elain,” He said gently. “It already shouldn’t exist, but your phone was already stolen once before…” He trailed off and Elain nodded.
“Maybe I like knowing that you’re the only one with the picture.”
A tense silence filled the room and after a moment, Azriel leaned over her, bracing one hand next to her head and using the other to take the phone away from her and tossing it to the foot of his bed. His t-shirt hanging off of his muscular frame.
“You still want to be eaten out?”
Elain gave an impish grin and nodded her head.
Azriel’s eyes darkened until they were almost as dark at Elain’s, and he used his free hand to nudge down her little flannel shorts.
He dipped his head towards her and for a moment Elain thought he was going to kiss her, but he just moved down her body until his face was level with her crotch and he tugged her shorts and panties off.
Elain wiggled her hips to help him.
“Fucking beautiful.” Azriel said, taking in the sight of her aroused sex. And then he opened her with his fingers and ran his tongue along the length of her folds.
Elain bucked her hips in response, her fingers digging into Azriel’s black curls and she panted as his tongue teased her hole. She forced her eyes open and looked down at him, their eyes crashing and locking as Azriel thrusted his tongue into her, causing Elain to cry out in surprise.
He backed off a bit, taking his tongue out and clasping his lips around her swollen clit.
Elain inadvertently pushed his head further into her.
“Please,” She whimpered. “Azriel.”
Azriel’s lips relaxed around her sensitive bud, and he tilted his head to start thrusting his tongue in and out of her — a low growl came from the back of his throat and she tightened around him.
Her eyes started to roll back into her head and her heavy lids drifted down and the tension between her legs started to mount. Her mouth hung open in pleasure.
“Hey, Azriel, do you—”
A surprised scream followed the interrupting words.
Elain jolted up and away from Azriel, trying to curl in on herself.
Azriel quickly shifted to block her from the intruder.
“Mor,” Azriel said between clenched teeth. “Get the fuck out.”
and looking back at the scrapbooks i see the softness in your gaze; tell me how terrified you are of your longing, of me.
jd6 x reader: sometimes the nice guy doesn’t finish last.
(warnings: blasphemous filth, unprotected penetrative sex (m on f), oral sex (m on f, f on m), hair pulling, road head (safety hazard. don’t do this), not especially rough (consider my other work and what little significance this has), actually feelings (i would never l-bomb you guys. we’re not there. we will never be there), idk all my usual stuff. (please be warned, don’t read if you’re not 100% sure.)
(a/n: alright, thanks for waiting! just in time for stagecoach to be over! i love a good cowboy (i.e. not tz11), so jamie-lovers, this is for you. you’re right, petal is a dumb name, but i’m working with what i’ve got. i don’t know much about jd6, but i’m contemplating taking tz11 off of my blog entirely because of that absolutely traumatizing toddler temper tantrum he exhibited in the last game of the season, so if you like this, and jd6, let me know, as a spot is opening up on the masterlist (someone tell trev, he’ll be devastated, i’m sure). usually i don’t write m on f oral, because i like to write dialogue (can you tell?), but i felt an exception was necessary. you guys are the best, most generous and gentle people. thank you for continuing to be that way. what an insane playoff season we’ve had so far - hope you’re all faring well (or at least as well as you can be, bruins fans). even though they aren’t playing, go canucks. sending so, so, so much love to you and your snakes. i think of you often and fondly. see you soon, thank you for granting me no expectations.
I don’t remember the last time I laughed as much reading a book as I am laughing now while reading The Legacy. Seriously, Elle Kennedy! I’m still in the first part of the book and I’m laughing my ass off.
finished the “Off-Campus” series by Elle Kennedy, and now i don’t know how am i supposed to read anything that is not focused around these four boys. yes they are idiots, but they are my idiots and i love them and i’m going to miss them
pairing: beomgyu x reader
genre: fluff | drabble
warning(s): established relationship, not proof read 😬
wc: 743
note: technically a guide to loving beomgyu. I came across this tiktok and it made me cry a little, so here’s me attempting to write a little something about gyu
Beomgyu is precious. Not just to you, but also to the members. He’s your ray of sunshine on days you least expect it, yet you’ll always thank him and love him for that. Though some days, even the sunshine himself is hidden behind clouds. Perhaps even a little rain too, and this is where you come in to reciprocate the gentleness he had always given you.
Having to love Beomgyu over time was tricky; trying to figure out what makes him happy, how he communicates and what his love language is. It wasn’t easy at first, heck, it never is. But you’ve carefully observed his behaviour and the way he clearly articulates his thoughts, whether they be personal or not, it’s something you have always admired about him.
Another unedited piece of shit. Switch!beomgyu and switch!reader
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You telling bestfriend beomgyu that you've never came before and he's gobsmacked. You tell him you don't care but he doesn't let you hear the end of it for a few days, going on and on about how sex is greatest thing ever, as if the nerd gets any action.
Eventually you burst in his face and tell him you just don't get aroused so he makes it his mission to help you by watching countless hours of porn to try to get you hot and bothered but you just find them funny
"Is this really what you're into?" You ask flippantly while watching the tenth video of the same shit where the male fucks the living shit out of the female while she screams as if she's getting murdered.
He blushes at your question and answers quietly, "no... not really."
"Then why the fuck are we watching this? Show me the stuff you like."
His ears turn red. "I don't know about that. They're a bit..."
"Oh i get it." You wiggle your eyebrows at him. "You're a freak."
"Don't say that!" He yelps.
"Show me what you like then." You deadpan.
Mortified, he shakily types something in the search bar and pulls up a video. It's way different than the other videos. For one, the female is in charge.
"You like this?" You ask carefully.
"A little?" You quirk an eyebrow at the tent forming in his pants. He quickly puts his hands over it.
As the video progresses, beomgyu starts squirming next to you, his hips canting up ever so slightly into his hands.
"You really like this." You smile knowingly and he gasps, probably not even realizing what he was doing. "Don't stop."
You turn to him, running a finger over his cheek. "Keep going... baby boy."
He shivers at the name, resuming what he was doing right away as if in a daze. You both forgo the video completely, you too focused on the boy next to you and him drunk on the attention you're giving him.
"You like playing with your cock in front of me?" You purr, feeling unfamiliar heat building up between your legs at the pathetic look on the boy's face.
"Yes." He admits quietly, eyes sweeping over your body and the way you're rubbing your legs together. "Do you like watching me?"
"Very much." You cave, dropping a hand between your legs to rub at your pussy, the unexpected feeling taking you off guard and making you moan loudly. Beomgyu answers with his own needy whimper.
"Fuck you did it, baby boy. You've made me wet."
"I wanna make you cum." His bold words didn't match with his puppy eyes and you smile. "Take your cock out. I wanna see it."
He bashfully pulls his red dick out of his pants. "What an obedient boy." You drawl, rubbing your swollen nub to the sight of his dick. He had an even prettier dick than all those pornstars.
"Please take off your shorts." He simpers and you shake your head in disapproval. "What a greedy boy. Isn't it enough that I'm sitting here and watching you tug on your pathetic cock?"
"I'm sorry." His cock jerks at your harsh words. "I'm just so close."
"Then shut your pretty mouth and cum for me." You push two fingers into his mouth, intending to shut him up, but what you don't count on is him immediately starting to suck on them and the action shooting straight towards your pussy. "Fuck. I never knew my friend is such a whore."
He moans around your fingers, his hips bucking up so he's fucking his own fist. You try to match his erratic pace, rubbing your pussy roughly.
But to your disappointment, he cums before you, shooting white cum over his thighs and the sheets. You slip your fingers out if his mouth with a sigh.
"Well that didn't work."
His eyes widen before he's tackling you and spreading your legs with his knees, his fingers rubbing at your pussy and you yelp at the sudden intense pleasure.
"Fuck, Beomgyu!" You cry out, not even caring about scolding him for acting out like this.
"Please let me help you."
But he doesn't even wait for your reply, pushing a finger inside of you and making you spasm around the digit. You throw your head back as his mouth grabs onto one of your tits though your flimsy top and starts suckling on your nipple while his finger pumps in and out of your pussy.
"Fuck you're so tight. I don't think I can even put another finger in." He moans and you cover your face in embarrassment at his lewd words and actions. It's funny how you were so confident before but now you're laid there under him, letting him do to you whatever he wants and liking it. In your defense, you can hardly think or do anything when you can feel your long awaited orgasm coming at you embarrassingly face under his earnest minstirations.
You grab onto his hair and spread your legs wide for him. "Beomgyu! I'm gonna-- Beomgyu!" You cry out as he forces another finger inside you. It barely fits in and the almost painful stretch coupled with the slight movement of his fingers are what sets you over the edge.
You cum screaming, grabbing onto the skinny boy hard enough to leave cresent shapes in the wake of your nails, but Beomgyu doesn't care, faithfully continuing to suckle on your nipples as you cry and shudder under him.
He only stops when your shaking calms down. He pulls off your tits with a pop and looks at you with the face of a man who was just granted his biggest wish in life. "I made you cum."
"Yes you did." You smile warmly and he smiles back. You now get what all the fuss is about and you can't wait to explore more about sex, preferably with your cute and sexy friend.
"Um Beomgyu..."
"Hmm?"
"Are you going to take your fingers out of my pussy?"
He pouts. "But I like it inside."
"You little--" you smack the back of his head and he jerks back with a yelp.
summary : sidewalks saved my life, they don't ever lie
pairing : street racer!beomgyu x street racer!reader (fem)
warnings & other : mulan trope, mentions of misogyny, rivals to lovers, beomgyu is kind of an asshole (?), reader goes by an alias for most of the story, everyone thinks the reader is a male, car sex lmao (in part 2), set in the future, mentions of financial struggles
w/c : 2.5k + (not proofread)
i would suggest listening to sidewalks by the weeknd while you read!
you suck in a sharp breath, as sharp as the turn you just made on the road. that was close, good thing you’re too far ahead in the race for anyone to witness how you narrowly missed the street sign.
"get your act together y/n, im too close to the finals to make stupid mistakes," you think to yourself. you bite your lip anxiously, letting your mind go on auto pilot while you drift through the empty streets of seoul.
the big city that buzzes during the day was now a ghost town. it could’ve been around 3am, you don’t really know and you don't let yourself look at the time on the dash.
you don’t even let yourself look outside the window to admire the vacancy of it all. you just know. you’ve been street racing for too long to know that the streets became abandoned at this hour.
perhaps sometime in the past, there would have been some stragglers or even some insomnia ridden teenagers out and about on the streets, maybe going to buy a late night snack.
you’re not too sure what happened to the city you once loved but these things were no more.
slowly the number of people you’d see on the street at night began to decrease. maybe they knew these were prime racing hours, maybe they weren’t happy with that.
you see, after the major economical crash in 3028, korea no longer became the number one tourist spot you once knew. many people lost their jobs, including you.
it wasn’t the worst thing to come out of the depression. after taking inspiration from tokyo’s iconic street racing styles, the people of korea soon followed and thus began the street racing boom of 3030.
3030 was the year it all changed for you. you soon dropped out of college and taught yourself how to drag race, racing being the only way to make a living after the depression. many people started learning how to drag race and it soon became the tourist attraction of korea that helped boost it's dying economy at the time.
so you see, you didn't let yourself look outside because you already know. you know the lonely streets represent your life. a direct slap in the face that you brought yourself into this life and being that it was the only way you've sustained yourself thus far, you couldn't simply stop.
there were times you longed for more, but what more was there other than pimping up your car every couple of weeks for the next race that would win you thousands then go home and repeat the vicious cycle.
the blinding lights of the finish line snap you out of your thoughts. has it already been three laps? you glance at your side mirrors to see if your opponent was close to finishing but no one was behind you.
so much for a challenge.
the closer you get to the finish line the louder the cheers become and it makes you adjust your helmet unconsciously.
"as expected!" the announcer roars through the megaphone. the showgirls that stand in the street wave the flag enthusiastically when you drive past them. you roll your eyes at the way they pretend to hold their mini skirts to stop them from flying up and flashing all the bystanders.
"HAV0C is the first to cross the finish line making this his 56th drag race win yet! a new record in the racing community!" you decide to stay in your car while the announcer continues listing your achievements.
you sigh when the bystanders jump over the safety tapes and bombard your car to congratulate you. they try not to get too close or touch your car because everyone knows not to do that especially to the most renowned racer in the country. you want to laugh at your fanboys. if they knew you were a girl would they still be die hard and follow your every race?
women were strictly prohibited from racing. you didn't know why but you didn't care because you made it this far already. drag racing was a male sport but you loved it so much that you managed to blend into the testosterone and surpass even the best men in the street.
the bystanders can barely see through the tempered glass of your car but they know you're still in there. "HAV0C please say a couple of words please!" "you were my biggest inspiration to start racing!" are some of the praises you catch.
you sigh, readying yourself to step out of your car. you check your mirror one last time and see the racer you were competing against. he steps out of his car to shamefully face the booing crowd. the bystanders could be a tad bit harsh to those who lose but it was practically suicide going up against HAV0C.
no one has yet to beat him, well you.
you step out of your car gracefully and the crowd's cheers get even louder. "there he is!" the announcer yells over the megaphone. you raise your hands humorously to quiet them down a bit and it works.
"the leaderboard is up for all you racers who want to check their status!" the announcer informs. he uses a small disk device in the middle of the street to project the holographic leaderboard.
status was everything in the racing community. your skills as a driver and racer were all attributed to your status on the leaderboard.
you walk over to the leaderboard to get a better look at it. you knew no one was bettering you for a long time since you had so many wins and points accumulated throughout the years. you just liked to see which drivers were on the come up and which fell off.
"looks like ANGEL313 is on the rise again!" you hear someone beside you say. "at this rate no one is taking his number 2 spot! he's fast as hell!" someone else exclaims.
"not as fast as HAV0C," the first person scoffs. the second person shrugs, "they've never raced each other so you don't know that."
"ANGEL313?" you look up at the leaderboard and there was indeed the name ANGEL313 plastered in the number 2 spot right below your name.
you've heard the name in passing a couple of times but never cared too much about your competitors. "when did he become number 2?" you think to yourself.
"don't worry, i'm not stealing your spot," someone suddenly says. you peel your eyes away from the leaderboard to see a male with long brown hair smugly looking down at you. unlike you, he's not wearing his helmet, instead, having it tucked in his arm, placed on his hip.
"you must be HAV0C, i've heard a lot about you but never seen you in person. you're shorter than i thought," he smirks. this must be that ANGEL313 guy. he's quite attractive if you're being honest with yourself. he's a lot taller than you and his face and hair are quite flawless for a racer but his dark eyes hold a weird mischievous spark.
you shrug at his comment and he laughs. "right, they told me you don't talk much." you never cared to interact with other drivers and when you did it was mostly a one sided conversation since you wouldn't allow yourself to reveal the femininity of your voice.
the bystanders have quieted down just a bit to hear the conversation between you and ANGEL313. it's not like it was rare for other drivers to try to spark conversation with you but rarely did you ever stick around for them to get a word in, this was new. you both stand there, ANGEL313 staring at your tempered helmet and you staring at his smirking face.
you can feel the tenseness of the cold air around you and you don't know why it feels like this all of a sudden. ANGEL313 is someone you've never met in your life so you don't know what kind of driver youre dealing with but the smugness in his demeanor tells you everything you need to know.
"you know the race is over, you can take your helmet off," he says. you only shake your head at his comment and cross your arms, a silent indicator for him to introduce himself properly to you. he raises his eyebrow at you with a smile.
"the name is choi beomgyu also known as ANGEL313."
he holds a hand out for you to shake and you stare at it for a moment. something about beomgyu is so off putting to you. you uncross your arms and take his hand as a truce.
"see? we're cool now, no need to be tense buddy," he grips your hand slightly harder than you can anticipate and it makes you flinch subtly but he catches it.
"ah i gotta go, my race is up next," he retracts his hand and taps his helmet. "you gonna stick around?" he asks curiously. you shake your head no and he frowns.
you never stuck around for other drivers races and you werent about to start.
"well i guess we'll see each other around then?" you shrug at this again. you didn't care about beomgyu at all. he was just another up and coming driver that would soon fall off the charts as soon as he came.
you would never see him again after today.
the next time you saw beomgyu again was two weeks later.
you had been actively trying to avoid the smug driver ever since that day and to your surprise, it was fairly easy. you would finish your races, stare at ANGEL313's pixalted name on the leaderboard for a total of 2 seconds then dip before beomgyu could check the leaderboard himself.
you don't even know why you were avoiding him in the first place. he just gave you weird vibes, like he knew something you didn't.
you don't care how cute he is, you weren't going to fall for it. nothing good came from pretty boys like him.
you lean against your car with your arms crossed. beomgyu has just finished his claimed race for the night. of course, he came in 1st place which wasn't surprising to you. after all, you knew he was quite skilled behind the wheel based off the rumors you had been hearing through these two weeks.
you watch as he flirts with the show girls who fawn over him as he gets out of his car. you had to admit his ride was sleek as fuck. it had a sleek glossy white finish with tempered glass just like yours. a stark contrast from your black car. you can only imagine the fortune he paid for that model since the more you look over it, the more you're starting to notice custom details and designs, like the angel wings on the center caps of the wheels and the license plate reading "ANGEL313".
beomgyu leans close to one of the showgirls as he holds her by the waist. the bystanders holler and whoop as they watch him shoot his shot. you roll your eyes. women in this sport were only seen as sex toys and it made you gag.
after beomgyu is done and had seemingly scored with the showgirl he catches you in the crowd behind all the bystanders. he grins and you contemplate getting in your car and driving off.
you watch him jog up to you while you're still leaning against your car nonchalantly. "HAV0C, did you stick around to see me?" he grins. you shake your head no but you know its a lie. you obviously stuck around long enough to see his win for the night but you wouldn't let him know that. what good would having this cocky ass driver run his mouth about how "HAV0C stuck around for his race." you had to keep your detached image up.
"that's too bad because i won this one, i'm pretty fast you know," he gloats. you nod in acknowledgment. you knew he was fast so there was no need to deny it but you were not expecting his next statement.
"maybe even faster than you?" he brings his finger up to his chin and looks up at the dark sky, feigning contemplation. is this his weak attempt at riling you up? you have to laugh.
you shake your head and hold a hand up as if to say "don't make me laugh". he smiles, "what? isn't it natural to want to compete against someone whose above me?"
you shrug. you don't know what he's trying to pull but it won't work.
a couple of bystanders who had been watching the two of you interact had turned into more than just a couple. beomgyu notices this and decides that now's his chance. "i think the great HAV0C is scared?" he says loudly on purpose. this catches the ears of a couple more people and just like the other day, a group starts to form around you two.
you inwardly sigh. you knew coming here was a bad idea. you didn't have a race claimed for today so really it was like your day off. you had just come here to see beomgyu race and now it seemed like you would be racing against him.
you hear a couple of murmurs from the crowd. you were never one to back down from a challenge but you felt bad for beomgyu. didn't he know you were way out of his league?
you shake your head and the action makes him grin. "so you're not scared but you won't race me?" you make no gestures to this, simply staring at him. "let's make a bet!" he narrows his eyes. you want to groan, this kid sure is determined.
"if you win, then it's settled that you're the best drag racer in all of south korea, no ifs, ands, or buts about it." he pauses for dramatic effect.
"but if i win..." he smiles at you. "you have to take your helmet off."
you immediately shake your head at this. hell no, there was no way you would risk that. you didn't know what kind of shit he would pull to make himself win.
he pouts, looking around at the crowd. "it shouldn't be much of a problem though since you're already number 1. racing me should be lightwork so this just makes me think you're scared and honestly it's flattering."
you shake your head again. you don't care if he gets satisfaction from this or if his ego boosts from your resistance to race him. you simply would not risk it.
"well, it looks like he's not budging everyone, shows over," beomgyu motions for the crowd to disburse. they all grumble at not seeing anything worthwhile and he turns back to you, "sorry to put you on the spot like that dude, you know how it is?" he reasons.
you tilt your head to the side and cross your arms. no, you don't know how it is but you decide you don't like beomgyu right then and there.
"maybe you'll consider racing with me sometime in the near future then?" he seems quite sure of himself. "don't worry i won't embarrass you too much."
"beomgyu~" one of the showgirls calls him. you recognize her as the one he flirted with earlier. "gotta go," he smiles at you. you roll your eyes. you watch them both get in his car and drive away to god knows where. probably to fuck in his house or some shady alleyway where he can park his car.
you sigh, getting into your car and driving off.
around a week later is when you finally get the notice. you didn't have a claimed race so you were chilling at your house when you turned your phone on to see the many notices on the racing community forums.
"SOUTH KOREA'S MOST ACCLAIMED RACER HAV0C BACKS DOWN FROM A RACE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN HIS CAREER?"
you sit up quickly on your couch. "what the hell?!" you say outloud. you scroll through more forms to see more articles of more or less the same title. your heart almost beats out of your chest when you read through some of them.
"last thursday south korea's top racer, HAV0C, and up and coming racer, ANGEL313, were spotted having a heated argument in which ANGEL313 challenged HAV0C to a drag race but the top racer denied! apparently, the wager was that if ANGEL313 won, HAV0C would have to remove his helmet!"
you bite your lip reading this. how dare beomgyu put you on the spot like that? he must've known a situation like this would blow up that's probably why he did it in the first place.
it’s around 1am which is early in drag race time but you waste no time in getting yourself ready to go down to the nearest track. your jaw is clenched the entire time you dress yourself, grab your helmet, and head to your car.
for a moment you wonder how much you’ll be fined if you harassed another driver, that being beomgyu. it was against the rules to physically harass other drivers but damn did you feel like beomgyu deserved it right now.
when you pull up to the track there’s already a heap of people there, including beomgyu with his stupid ride. he seems to be talking to a couple of people near his car, probably explaining or boasting about some specks.
you park your car close and step out. once you step out, a couple people notice your presence but not enough to cause a commotion. they do find it weird to find you here this early.
you walk up to beomgyu who eyes you like he was expecting you to come here. he has a shit eating smirk on his face. it doesn’t look evil but he looks uncharacteristically calm compared to the way you march up to him.
when you get to him you shove your phone in his face. the article you read earlier is pulled up and he simply brings your phone down. “oh that..” he brings his finger up to his face.
you cross your arms, waiting for a valid response. “i guess you have no choice but to race me now? unless you want your reputation to be tarnished?” he shrugs.
“i wouldn’t mind being number 1,” he chuckles.
the crowd starts mumbling among themselves at this. you look around. there’s too many people here for you to kick beomgyu in his dick so you have to hold back.
you tilt your head, deciding to call yourself down. “all i have to do is win a race against this son of a bitch and then he’ll leave me the hell alone,” you think to yourself. “there’s no way he’ll win, it’ll be easy. just drive as if it’s any other race.”
you look up at him and nod, confirming that you will accept the race.
he visibly beams and the crowd goes wild. “im glad you chose to accept!” he says as he rounds his car to get in. “you gave me no other choice asshole.”
“i just need to put some gas in my car then we can start.” he drives off to the nearest gas station, leaving you on the track to contemplate whether or not this was a good idea.
you’re the best racer in the country, there’s no way anything could go wrong.
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You didn't know what it was about Beomgyu. He felt different to other boys ; he felt different to anyone else in general. He felt like fairy lights, warm skin and bedtime stories. He felt like the glow in your stomach after you've laughed until your chest aches. He felt like a steady heartbeat when you relax after a long day. He felt like everything safe and relieving in the world. And maybe that's why you treasured him so much. He was your best friend. The only person you were truly close to. The only person that understood your body and mind. Your safe space. Your home. With just one look and a gentle embrace, he could calm you and make you forget that anything exists outside of the comfort of his arms. You honestly swore time stopped when it was the two of you. And that's all you wanted it to be. The two of you. Against the world.
~
You shreiked loudly, trying hard to grab Beomgyu's arms and push them away, but he was too swift. His fingers dug into your waist as he tickled you mercilessly, cackling at the sight of you looking such a mess beneath him.
"G-gyu, get off!" you yelled, gasping for air, but he just ignored you and carried on tormenting you. You habitually moved one arm to cover your mouth - something you often did whilst laughing - but Beomgyu took advantage of this. He knew you were most ticklish under your armpits so he pinned your arm above your head with his right hand and tickled you with his left. You screeched and squirmed underneath him, aimlessly kicking your legs to try and push him away, but he managed to dodge your feet each time.
"I-I'm begging! Stop!"
He decided that he'd been torturing you for long enough, so he respected your pleas, falling on his back next to you ; still giggling at the sight of you as you laid defeated, flushed and exasperated.
"I hate you, stop laughing at me!" you said, faking annoyance, not being able to help the grin that brightly spread across your face.
"How could I ever stop laughing at you? You're a walking joke." he teased, wearing a silly grin to match yours. You rolled your eyes, turning your head away from him, trying to catch your breath. Reaching his arm out to tiredly pat you on the shoulder, Beomgyu tiredly groaned.
"I missed this," he said. You turned your head to look at him again, lazily placing your hand over his.
"Me too."
Suddenly, an idea popped into your head.
"You can beat me in a tickle fight," you started, before rapidly moving to sit up on your knees, grabbing a random throw pillow in the process. "but you could never beat me in a pillow fight!"
Before he could retaliate, he was met with the thud of a pillow in his face.
~
Summer weekends used to feel all too familiar to you. For the past four years they had practically all been the same ; full of late sunsets, orange mini calippos and the sound of your best friend's laughter. However, this year was kind of different to the last three, as it was the first summer since you and Beomgyu started college. You had both come home, and your parents were away for the week, so you and Beomgyu had the whole week to crash at their house together - the longest you'd spent together in nearly a whole year. Sure, you had been on day trips and had travelled to have sleepovers at eachothers dorms, but nothing like this. And it was long overdue.
Your high school days were rough, but Beomgyu made them more than bearable. You met when you were fourteen, and your connection was always very intense from the start. You met when Beomgyu sat down next to you after he had transferred maths classes ; the only seat that was available was next to you, in the back corner. He sparked up a conversation about the little UFO that you were drawing in the corner of your notebook, and you immediately noticed his friendly aura. It was his warm, bright smile and gentle voice that drew you in, and his loud, chaotic humour that sealed the deal. You had never met someone as outgoing and charming as Beomgyu that accomodated your shyness and cared enough to stick around til you were comfortable enough to be yourself. You weren't sure what you would've done if you never met him, and you didn't like to think about it.
Time after school was mostly either spent at the local arcade or in one of your bedrooms, playfighting and jamming out to music rather than doing your homework. There were a lot of nights where you would sneak out to meet him at your local park. Drinking cans of red bull and sharing jellybeans as you sat on a swingset, holding hands and talking about the future. You often made plans together, saying that one night when you snuck out that you'd just run away. You didn't, of course. You also planned to go to the same college, which didn't happen either, and buy a house together with 3 cats, which also probably wasn't going to happen. It was so funny how wrong you got it. But it was okay. Because he would always still be your Gyu.
You didn't know what it was about Beomgyu. You couldn't quite make out what made him so special to you, or what made it feel like he was yours, but you certainly felt it. He felt different to other boys ; he felt different to anyone else in general. He felt like fairy lights, warm skin and bedtime stories. He felt like the glow in your stomach after you've laughed until your chest aches. He felt like a steady heartbeat when you relax after a long day. He felt like everything safe and relieving in the world. And maybe that's why you treasured him so much. He was your best friend. The only person you were truly close to. The only person that understood your body and mind. Your safe space. Your home. With just one look and a gentle embrace, he could calm you and make you forget that anything exists outside of the comfort of his arms. You honestly swore time stopped when it was the two of you. And that's all you wanted it to be. The two of you. Against the world. So when you were seperated for college, it was nothing short of heartbreak for both of you. You were so used to being understood by him that you couldn't really make new friends, so it was lonely. Most of your nights were spent on the phone with him, or scrolling through your old pictures and videos. You weren't sure how to deal with life without him by your side, but you survived until you had this time together again.
So right now, as you were laid with him on on your bed - his head resting on your tummy as you recalled memories from last summer - your heart had no room for pain. The stinging had subsided, and was wholely replaced with the sheer joy of being with him again.
~
Later that night, you and Beomgyu decided to settle down.
Being back in your teenage bedroom still felt strange, even though you had already been in here for hours. You traced your cream textured wallpaper with your fingertips as you stared up at the fairylights that were strung across your wall, noticing how they reflected off the polaroids that were pegged to their wiring, and shimmered against the ridges of the fake plastic vinyls that were stuck to your wall. They had certainly dulled since your last visit, though, so you noted that you needed to change the battery. You had too many memories and daily routines that were executed in this room for you to not feel out of place upon your return. Sleeping in this bed again was going to feel so strange, and you felt thankful that you would at least have Beomgyu to snuggle into whilst you felt uneasy.
He sat down first, propping some pillows up against the wall before resting against it. You waited for him to get comfy before joining him, then you shuffled over to him. He held his arms out, signifying that he wanted to cuddle with you. So you did.
You draped your legs across his and snuggled into his chest. He let his hand instinctively go find one of yours, intertwining your fingers. His arm supported the weight of your back, curving around your waist so your hands were situated together in your lap. He rested his chin on top of your head, rubbing it back and forth.
Your eyes were drawn towards the silver chain that hung from his neck - it was about 20mm long and had a charm at the end. The charm was half of a love heart with a broken edge, and a matching chain hung around your neck with one that completed the broken heart if you held them together. You had bought them three years ago, and you were honestly surprised the clasps hadn't snapped by now since you both wore them every day. You raised your free hand to fiddle with his necklace, twirling the charm between your fingertips. You traced over the ridges of the jagged shapes, then over the curve of the opposite side, feeling the metal press against your skin. The reflection of the fairy lights glossed over it as you observed its little scratches and indents - they would've once made it gleam, but it's shine had worn off with age. After a short while, you lightly closed your fist around the charm, delicately holding it.
You were thankful that the room was so quiet, because you could hear his heartbeat as clear as day. The thuds in his chest and the way his thumb was tracing circles on the back of your hand was the most soothing combination to you. So you just sat there, completely relaxed, basking in the atmosphere.
"They're perfect for us, aren't they?"
Beomgyu's quiet voice broke the silence, and you lifted your head to look at him, consequently knocking his head out of place.
"Hm?"
"The necklaces. They're perfect for us."
You loved it when he spoke to you like this. When he dropped down all his walls and showed complete vulnerability. No jokes. No sarcasm. No teasing. You knew you were probably the only person that got to see him like this. And it made you feel so special.
"I think they are too. But why?"
"Because you really are like half of my heart. I feel like we share a brain sometimes." he admitted, almost in a whisper.
You smiled.
"I feel the same."
"I know you do."
He let go of your hand and moved it to cradle your head, guiding it back to his chest. He placed his chin back on the top of your head and closed his eyes, gently stroking your hair.
And you closed your eyes too, letting your thoughts be pushed aside by sounds of his tiny exhales.
You really did feel like half of your heart was his, and half of his heart was yours. You were two halves of one universe, existing in your own realm that defied any existing laws. Your relationship was quite unique, and may be tricky to understand to other people. But you didn't really want them to understand it, because that's what made it so special.
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After a short trip into town the next day, you were with Beomgyu on the bus home. It was the same bus you rode home from school every day, so you instinctively walked up the aisle towards where you always used to sit - two rows from the back in the left corner. Like routine, Beomgyu shuffled past you to sit on the inside, then you plopped down beside him. And again, like routine, you leant your head on his shoulder - half burying your face into it as you waited for him to retreive his earphones from his backpack. As you inhaled a sense of relief washed over you, due to the smell of Beomgyu's cardigan masking the musty smell of chemicals from the bus. Strands of his shoulder legnth hair tickled your forehead as you shuffled, trying to get comfortable on the hard seats of the bus. When he passed you an earphone, as you expected, he had your shared playlist pulled up. The Shower by IU began playing ; her airy vocals backed by the soft plucking of an acoustic guitar occupied your right ear, whilst the shaky droning of the engine still lingered in your left.
Once Beomgyu had slid his fingers between yours - consequently finishing your little routine - you closed your eyes and allowed your mind to wander. You reminisced about your once daily bus rides home with him ; falling asleep on eachothers shoulders, using your scarves as makeshift pillows, when it got dark early in winter ; laughing about how sweaty your hands got when you held hands in the summer ; texting eachother rather than having an out-loud conversation when someone you didn't like sat behind you ; fighting eachother over who would take the window seat and Beomgyu always winning the argument ; sharing earphones and singing ABBA songs a little too loudly, and just laughing when someone shushed you, or gave you a disapproving glance.
He raised his elbow slightly, nudging you.
"Hey sleepyhead, look,"
Beomgyu's soft, deep voice pulled you out of your thoughts. He waited for you to open your eyes before finishing his sentence, then he leaned down a little to whisper to you.
"it's raining."
You raised your head and glanced past him to the window. When you noticed that the windows were dripping with trickles of rain, you flopped back in your seat, sighing.
"Why is it raining in summer? I knew we should've brought an umbrella..." you whined, rolling your eyes. Beomgyu just squeezed your hand reassuringly.
"Hey, cheer up. It's only a three minute long walk back to your house from the bus stop, anyway."
You turned to look at him, your expression still pouty. He just smiled at you warmly.
"Wanna have a raindrop race?"
You quickly perked up, excited to indulge in an old habit. You stretched your arm past him, pressing a finger to the cold glass of the window, your fingertip being wetted by condensation.
Your raindrop ended up falling down the window at half the speed of Beomgyu's, and you had to tell him to stop screaming in celebration on a bus full of people.
"I want a rematch!" you huffed, lightly shaking his arm.
"Then why don't we have a real race? We'll get back to your house faster through this rain if we run, anyways."
You were silent for a second, evaluating his offer.
"I'll run, but I'm not racing you." you said. "You're weirdly fast, I'd be accepting defeat simply by agreeing."
He just smirked pridefully in response, before putting his arm around your shoulders and pulling you back into his chest.
"Sounds like a plan."
The moment you stepped off the bus, Beomgyu slung his backpack over his shoulder, grabbed your hand and just ran. You were taken by surprise by his sudden action, but you didn't have any time to think about anything but making sure your legs were working. You were breathless with laughter, stumbling all over the path, and the only thing keeping you from slipping again was the tight grip your best friend had on your hand. He was running faster than you, and laughing louder too, dragging you along. The thuds of your footsteps vibrated from the soles of your shoes all the way through your body, creating loud splashes with every step, and sparking a rush of exhilaration through your body. You knew people would be peeking out of their windows and glaring judgementally as you dashed past their houses, but you felt too euphoric to care. It was just another instance where you felt like it was only two of you in the whole world.
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"I think this is our best one yet!"
You glanced over at your friend, giggling at his proud exclamation.
For the rest of the afternoon, after you had dried off from the rain, you and Beomgyu had spent nearly two hours crafting a pillow fort. Having to start over three times because of Beomgyu continuosly pushing you over onto the cushions and blankets definitely set you back, but once you convinced him to focus, he did. And it paid off. Honestly, you had to say that you were just as proud of it as him. It was pretty spacious, definitely bigger than any you'd made before. You had buttoned two empty duvet covers together and draped them across the top, and used the quilts you had taken out of them as your floor.
"Yep, I think so."
He gestured for you to get inside, so you did, and he soon followed. Beomgyu crawled over to you as you leant back on a seat cushion that was balanced against the the sofa frame behind you. He curled up on the floor beside you and laid his head in your lap and, as if it was second nature, your hands found themselves running through his hair. Beomgyu sighed at the soothing feeling of your hands circling against his scalp, and your heart warmed when you saw the corners of his lips curl up into a content smile.
He turned his head towards your tummy and nuzzled his nose into your shirt ; you were about to giggle at his cuteness, until you felt him sniffing you.
"What the fuck are you doi-"
"You changed your perfume."
"What?"
"You changed your perfume. What was wrong with the Marc Jacobs perfume I bought you?" he whined.
"I save it for special occasions, you know I do!"
"Is this not a special occasion? We're seeing eachother after the first time in month- OW?!"
He cried out as you flicked him on the top of the head, before looking up at you, scowling. You chuckled in amusement, patting over where you flicked him.
"Got you back for the tickle fight."
"I hate you."
"If you hate me so much, then why is your head in my lap?"
Presumably too embarassed to give a serious answer, he just shoved his face back into your tummy, demanding that you played with his hair again. You laughed at him once more, and complied to his demands. In moments like this you were reminded of why he was your favourite person in the world.
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A few movies later, the two of you were huddled together in silence, purely enjoying eachothers' company. Suddenly, let out a soft chuckle.
"Remember when we used to say we were gonna run away together?"
You laughed back, remembering how your friendship was a few years ago.
"Oh god, yeah..." you shook your head. "it's so funny to think about now. We were so dramatic."
"Yeah..."
The comfortable silence washed over again, the two of you getting lost in your own thoughts.
You watched Beomgyu's face soften, his eyes glossing over with some sort of emptiness. For once, you couldn't read what he was thinking.
"Sometimes i still think about it, like, what if we ever did..."
He cut himself off with a sigh.
"This is stupid, i'm sorry."
"No Gyu, it's okay, continue. You know I never think anything you say is stupid."
You spoke slowly. He gulped before speaking again, his eyes still not meeting yours.
"I just wonder what our friendship would've turned out like. Or if we went to the same college, too. There's so much time we don't spend together anymore, and I spend most of it wishing we were."
As you listened to his words, your heart sunk. You knew he missed you, but you never knew he felt the exact same way you did.
You watched his face carefully, waiting for him to speak - you saw his lips move, but he seemed zoned out, vacant, as if he wasn't concentrating on what he was about to say.
"I think I love you."
You smiled, a little confused at his sudden statement. You didn't question it, though - 'I love you's were common in your friendship.
"I know you do, and I love you too Gyu."
"No, like, really."
"Wait, what?"
Upon hearing your reaction, a look glossed over his eyes, as if he was pulled back into reality.
"Just ignore me. I'm being weird."
"No you're not, plus, you can't just say that then not say what you mean..." you squeezed his hand in an attempt of reassurance. "explain it to me."
He sighed.
"We're not happy without eachother... does that mean something? I know we always laugh about how people assume we're dating and stuff but like, I've been thinking about it for a long time. Don't hate me, but I think I like you." he sighed again, running a hand through his hair. He was clearly stressed, and the look in his eyes read like he was struggling to articulate his thoughts. He turned his head to look at you.
"What do you think this means for us?"
Embarassment washed over your body, and you could feel your cheeks heating up.
"Maybe we do like eachother," you started, not quite knowing how to react. You were still so shocked, almost dazed, and confused by your feelings. It was different for Beomgyu ; he realised so long ago, and he consquently had a lot of time to process his emotions, but you were only realising now. And it was hitting you all at once.
"I mean, I'm not sure,"
"So, you do? You like me too?" he checked, a smile spreading across his face. You nodded silently, your lips tight together.
"I fucking knew it!" he said, pridefully, pointing his index finger towards you. "You do know you can't hide anything from me, right?"
Yeah. That's the problem.
"I know."
Beomgyu's face dropped when he heard your stern tone.
"This is gonna ruin everything... Gyu, I can't lose you."
"You will never lose me, seriously."
You just nodded silently again.
"Not to sound cliché or anything, but I think we should just kiss."
You snorted.
"Seriously?" you inquired, amused at his change in character.
"Don't react like that... let's just do it, okay?"
He shuffled up so he could look right into you eyes. You started at his lips as they parted ; they looked so soft in the dim lighting of your room, and when you looked back up to his eyes, you saw the reflection of the fairylights in them. He pulled you closer by your waist, your torso slightly pressing against his. As he leaned towards you, the situation you were in started to sink in. Your mind began racing. What would be the consquences of this? You couldn't lose him. Not your best friend. He was your everything. You pushed him away, causing him to frown.
"Beomgyu-"
"You want this, right?"
Again, you were reminded that there was no hiding any feelings from Beomgyu. He could read you like a book. You nodded in response, and his face softened again. He hooked two fingers around the chain of your necklace, pulling you closer again.
"Then just let me kiss you."
His lips brushed yours, and your heart started to race.
"Please... I've been waiting for this for so long, please, just let me kiss you..."
The desperation in his voice melted your heart. You knew you liked him, and you trusted him, so you let him. You let him kiss you.
When your lips met, it was like everything fell into place. All of those feelings you didn't understand that were tangled up in your brain were suddenly smoothed out, and the heavy weight that resided in your chest was lifted. You felt as light as air. He was the first to pull away, anxious for your verdict.
"Well?" he asked, his brown eyes studying your face.
"I like you."
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The next night, the pillow fort was still standing.
The two of you were laid in it on your backs in silence, but rather than the comfortable silence you usually resided in, this one was crushing.
You had completed your day as usual, but everything felt off. You ate your breakfast in silence, rather than dancing around the kitchen together and wiping crumbs from the corners of eachothers mouths. You played games with eachother, but they lacked your usual competitive snarls and enthusiasm. It was just awkward. And you hated it. Your friendship had never been like this, not even in the start. And you so desperately wanted it to stop.
You rolled over to face Beomgyu.
"Gyu, I think we need to talk."
He rolled over too, looking in your eyes.
"About last night, I just-"
Before you could speak, he crashed his lips against yours. You pulled away to speak;
"I'm sorr-"
"Shut up."
He kissed you again.
Your lips moved together like clockwork, as if they were familiar with eachother already, although this was still one of the first time you had kissed. When you broke apart, a string of saliva hung between your lips, keeping you connected. Beomgyu flicked out his tounge to break it, and smirked.
"I want more," you whispered.
"Me too."
You traced your fingertips along the worn cotton of his pyjama bottoms, noticing how the tent in his pants distorted the cream and grey checked pattern. They were the same ones he wore at your first sleepover together, and the same ones he wore when you won against him in twister for the first time. Memories were fleeting through your mind as you ran your fingers across the lines that were imprinted in the fabric, but your train of thought was soon cut off when you heard Beomgyu sigh in pleasure. You smiled, intrigued to discover more habits about the person you thought you knew everything about.
"Can I touch you?" you asked.
"Please, do." he replied, almost in a whisper.
So you did. You tucked your fingers under the waistband of his pants, rolling them down past his hips and over his bare cock.
You were surprised by its legnth, and it was safe to assume that your worries about your inexperience were showing on your face when Beomgyu reached out to stroke your hair.
"Take your time. You know you're safe with me, and that there's no pressure to do anything."
His gentle reminder put your mind at ease, reminding you that this was all for love and fun, and that Beomgyu could never judge you. He never has, and he never will.
When he felt your hand - that was small in comparison to his legnthy dick - wrap around his cock and give it an experimental stroke, he let out a loud groan. You took this as initiative to keep going, and at a faster rate too, excited by the idea that you were pleasing your best friend in a new way. He bucked his hips up into your fist and whimpered, and it took you by surprise. You decided to grip his cock harder to see if it felt better for him, and judging by how his hand flew out to grab your wrist when you did and how he whined, you guessed it did. The way your name fell from his lips in a whiney tone felt addictive to you, and you felt determind to hear how he would sound as he came. You were still weary about how to go about sucking his cock, so you just continued to stroke him instead, stroking him as fast as you could for as long as you could to try and get to his climax faster.
He propped himself up on his elbows, his mouth ajar as he stared up at you in awe.
"What?" you asked, timidly. His face softened, a lustful look washing over his eyes. He kneeled up whilst pulling his shirt over his head, suddenly towering over you, and revealing his soft little tummy and his muscular arms.
"C'mere," he said, placing a hand on your waist. You shuffled towards him on your knees, and he began stroking up and down your side. He leant his forehead against yours, and slid his free hand into your hair.
"gonna make you feel so good. Can I do that? Is that okay?"
You nodded, the tip of your nose brushing against his as you did so. He smiled, wrapping his arms around you properly as if to cradle you, and pulled you in to support your weight with his thigh. He then laid you down, leaning you back slowly against the floor of pillows in the fort.
He kissed you some more, hovering over you, before assisting you with wriggling out of your shorts. Wasting no time because he was sure he knew what you wanted, he waited for you to spread your legs and slid two fingers into you. You moaned at the feeling of your walls stretching around his fingers ; it almost took all of the breath out of you. He slid them in and out slowly and, even though it felt amazing, you so desperately wanted more.
"G-gyu?" you stuttered.
"Hm?"
"D-do it like this-"
You curled your fingers in a come here motion in demonstration, and he copied you.
That was it.
You immediately threw your head back in reaction to the feeling, a noise that you didn't even know you could make escaping your lips. After a few minutes of you whining and squirming, Beomgyu started with some dirty talk.
"Gonna make you cum, okay? Can you do that for me?" he whispered. You felt his hot breath ghost past your neck as he spoke, and you felt like your brain was melting.
"Yeah..." you squeaked out, earning a soft chuckle from your best friend.
"Then do it."
And you did. You came. Harder than you ever thought you could. Your whole body was shaking, it somehow felt so tense but so loose at the same time.
When you looked in Beomgyu's eyes, he looked even more in awe than when you made him cum, almost as if he couldn't work out quite how it happened. He wiped your juices off his arm and hand with his previously discarded shirt, still slightly stunned, whilst waiting for you to calm down from your orgasm. Once he was one he placed a hand on your thigh, gently stroking up and down it.
"You okay?" he asked, his tone gentle.
You nodded in response, looking up at him, and then glancing back down at his erect cock.
"I want more..." you said.
"L-like sex?"
You nodded again.
"But I don't have a condom?" he said, his tone more confused than stating.
"I know, but I trust you..." you replied. He smiled warmly.
"Okay, just as long as you're sure. We don't have to do this."
"I really want to, Gyu. I promise."
He pressed a kiss to your forehead before lining up with your entrance.
"It's gonna hurt, okay? But I'll try to be gentle." he reassured.
As he slid into you, that euphoric feeling rushed back. You felt so warm, like your skin was burning from the inside out. Like a thousand little flames were rising in your tummy and Beomgyu was the wind fanning them, helping them spread across your body. You felt so full of him, like you could feel him inside your brain and under your skin - it felt like everything you ever wanted. And you couldn't get enough of it.
~
You groaned softly as you opened your eyes. The first thing you saw was little rays of sunshine peeking through the opening of the pillow fort, and the first thing you heard was Beomgyu's breathing against your neck. He was snuggled into you, holding you tight with his head buried in the crook of your neck. His little breaths were tickling your skin, but you didn't mind. You found them so endearing.
"Hey, Gyu?" you whispered into his hair. "you awake?"
Instead of answering your question with a simple 'yes', he decided to raise his chin up and lick your ear.
"Eurgh," you whined, rolling away from him and wiping your ear with the sleeve of your - or Beomgyu's, rather - hoodie. "I literally hate you." you stated, having to raise your voice to be heard over his deep, groggy laughter.
"Thats not what you were saying last night." he mumbled, cowering in advance from the whack on the arm he already knew was coming to him. After you hit him, he just chuckled, and continued his running habit of hooking his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his torso. Your face pressed against the warm skin of his chest, and squished between his skin and yours was his heart locket. The cold press of its metal felt soothing against your heated cheeks, and the comforting sensation of Beomgyu's arms around your waist along with the sound of his steady heartbeat were enough to lull you back into sleep.
You didn't feel out of place in the world when he had you like this ; your love.
