wish have a BAD grip on me — i don't even really know what i bought!!! 😭😭 it only caught my eye because i saw kuri (riku's character) (i thought it was at the time, upon further looking aka actually looking at it, it's not)
𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 ⦂ Huening Kai x Reader ─── 𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 ⦂ 337 three hundred and thirty seven words ─── 𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚 ⦂ fluff ꕤ comfort ꕤ drabble ─── 𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 ⦂ Stricken by the worst pain in your life, you're lucky to have your boyfriend there to help ease the pain. ─── 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ⦂ none
"Baby, you okay?" your boyfriend asks, knocking on the bathroom door. "You've been in there for a while," he notes, voice laced with concern. A twinge of pain in your abdomen cuts your reply off. Lowly crying out as you hunch over yourself. Grabbing at the sink counter in an attempt to ease the discomfort.
"Just some cramps," you weakly try to reassure your boyfriend. It was unconvincing as you whimper once again from the pain.
"I'm coming in," Kai says, pushing the door open. You're breathing through your mouth when you feel his palm gently rest onto your back. Moving his hand in circular motions as he attempts to comfort you. You suck in a sharp breath, biting at your lower lip, as you feel your muscles tighten further.
"It really hurts," you cry to Kai, voice cracking and weak with tear welling up in your eyes.
"I know. I'm sorry, baby." You rest your head on his shoulder, gripping his clothes tightly in your fingers as he pulls you into a hug. "Let's go lay down," he urges you. The two of you slowly leave the bathroom and find your way to the couch. "I'll be back. Wait a moment," Kai softly tells you, caressing your cheek. You nod silently — your focus on easing the pain as you curl into a ball. Gritting your teeth when nothing changes.
"Here, this should help," your boyfriend says as he places a hot bottle bag onto your abdomen.
"Thank you, my love." You weakly smile up at Kai as you take one of his hands. Pursing your lips in his direction, you silently ask him for a kiss.
"Of course, baby," he laughs lightly, leaning into your request.
"Lay with me?" you ask with wide eyes as Kai pulls away. The words barely leaving your mouth before he slips in behind you. His arms carefully wrapping around your waist — trying not to jostle the warm pad — and you lean back into him; happy and content despite the pain.
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𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘯'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴
inspired by the actual worst cramps of my life expect i don't have a kai to take care of me. i wish though 🥲
All the things yet to come (Are all the things that have already passed)
𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 ⦂ Mentor! B.I x Female! Tribute! Reader ─── 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 ⦂ 2,473 two thousand four hundred and seventy three words ─── 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎 ⦂ Angst ꕤ Hunger Games AU ─── 𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 ⦂ It's the 15th Games and Y/N's been unlucky enough to be reaped to participate in them. And Y/N knows what fate has in store for her in upcoming days. ─── 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 ⦂ Using B.I's legal name ꕤ Hunger Games canon traumatic events ꕤ One mention of throwing up ꕤ Talking about death/dying ꕤ Pessimistic Reader ꕤ Possible age gap (no age is deliberately said so its left up to interpretation) ꕤ Capitol Citizens being creepy with reader
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"Welcome to the 15th Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!" the brightly colored man cheerfully announced. He stood out amongst the dull crowd of terrified teens and their families. Their presence an new edition to the reapings and games. Everyone was fair game for the Capitol now — no amount of popularity or money could save anyone now. "Alright, for our Ladies..." they continued in the same manner despite the silence from the crowd. You watched diligently, breathe held in deep anticipation as they grabbed a slip of paper. "Y/N L/N!"
Your ears ringing and breath caught in your throat as everyone's eyes turned to you. As though you were trudging through quicksand, you dragged your feet behind you, slowly splitting away from the crowd. You didn't register going onto the stage, your partner being pullled nor as you were ushered into the district hall.
"3 minutes," a peacekeeper harshly spoke as he opened the door for your parents. Your mother sweeping you up into her arms, your father embracing the both of you. Finally, your tears broke through your waterline as you relaxed into their embrace.
"You're strong," your father said, tears in his eyes and voice breaking slightly. "You stand a chance." The words meant to comfort you despite the truth all of you knew. This was your end. You would leave today, only to return in the same wooden caskets as those before. You nodded wordlessly as you watched your parents — you'd never seen them in this state before. Your father, who always appeared strong & calm, with tears silently streaming down his face. And your mother holding back your sobs with a hand over her mouth.
"Never forget that we love you dear," your mother told you.
"I love the both of you too," you responded, taking them in a hug once again. The minutes passed sooner than you liked, your parents ripped out of the room from you. You were forced in the opposite direction, onto the train with your district partner, Colt, and escort not far ahead. The escort uselessly rambling on about the luxury of the capitol — not that either you or Colt were paying attention. You watched in silence as the train pulled off. Taking in the last of your home's scenery before it was replaced by the Capitol's city sights. As the last of the cow fields disappeared from your sight, you could your stomach churn in protest. You stumbled to a bathroom, ignoring your escort's sounds of possible concern, barely making it to the toilet before the contents of your earlier breakfast left your mouth. The acid burning your throat as it came up.
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"Welcome to your new home!"
"Yeah, some home all right," Colt remarked under his breath as the two of you followed.
"It's better than the stables," a male voice spoke from the around the corner. The 8th games Victor, Hanbin from District 6, revealed himself as he joined the three of you in the living room.
"Ah~ There he is, your mentor," your escort excitedly introduced with a clap of their hands. Hanbin grimly smiled at you and Colt as you approached closer.
"So mentor, how do we win?" Colt asked as he sat down on the couch.
"Be smart."
'What resounding advice' you thought as you trailed behind your partner. That wasn't anything new that you couldn't have figured out from watching the games before. Winning the games rarely came down to luck; victors won due to some sort of strength — whether physically or mentally. "That's helpful," you muttered sarcastically.
"It is. Being smart means surviving. And that's why I'm here: to make you smart," Hanbin coldly spat out, emphasizing the last of his words. "Learn from me or don't. It's your life on the line," he continued, crossing his arms on his chest.
"And what advice do you have for us?"
"I can't speak from my own experience on how to charm the capitol but it's best to create a favorable image for yourself," he explains. "But what I do know is: don't paint a target on your back for the other tributes. Downplay any skills you might have," Hanbin advises as he makes pointed eye contact with the two of you.
"What if you have none?" Colt asks. He's younger than you, most likely not yet or recently having joined the work force in 10. And if you can recall correctly: his family works raising some of the livestock than handling any potential weapons. You bite at your cheek as you look away from Colt — feeling pity for the younger, his chances much lower than your already low ones. Based on previous games, he'll be dead within the first 5 minutes of it starting — likely to be killed in the beginning massacre.
"Don't worry, you can learn something in training. And you?" Hanbin's eyes lazily look towards your direction, one of his perfectly groomed eyebrows raised in question.
"I worked in the slaughterhouse with my folks."
"So you must be handy with a knife then."
"I guess," you say with a half-hearted shrug. You didn't particularly think of yourself as skilled in that area. Nor did you think it would helpful in fighting against the other tributes. "But that's only at a close range," you tack on, voice low as you sneak a glance to your left at the younger beside you.
"That's better than nothing," Hanbin responds calmly. He sips at his glass, frowning at the both of you. "I don't know what arena you'll face but my best advice, for the both of you, don't engage yourself in any fights. Running away means survival."
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You inhale deeply, the cold wind whisking through the air, as you step outside. Your body aching and sore -- muslces tense in their pain. Rolling your shoulders, you look up at the darkly plain sky. The Capitol's lights having erased the stars you'd typically find comfort in back home. Stepping further out, you jump as you notice the figure of someone else in your peripheral. "OH MY GOD, do you get off on jump-scaring people?" you exclaim to the silent man. He chuckled in response, a smile finding it's way onto his face.
"Sorry," Hanbin spoke, not sounding very apologetic as he continued to laugh. "Force of habit, I guess," Hanbin lightly joked as he turned to properly look at you. Eyeing him, you moved to the other side of the balcony.
"Some habit of yours."
"You'll gain your own after this," he tells you, still facing your direction.
"Sure, I will," you say sarcastically, wistfully looking away to the lifeless night sky. A beat of awkward silence passes between the two of you.
"I miss them too," Hanbin speaks after clearing his throat. "They're probably the one good thing we have in the districts," he continues as though he can't stand the quiet for the moment.
"Yeah," you sigh in agreence. With a smile coming to your face you continue "My Grandpa once taught me how to find their shapes when I was a child."
"Really?" he asks, his eyebrows raised, in shocked amusement. You nod strongly as you uselessly strech your hand out to the sky. "Do you still remember any of them?"
"Not really," you say, your shoulders falling as you turn your attention to him. "He taught me their names but I don't really remember them anymore."
"Did you have a favorite?"
"I do," you answer with a bright grin at his question. "It's depicted to look like a small bear. I don't think there was a story behind it..." you ponder out-loud to Hanbin.
"Does that matter?" he asks, leaning in closer to you. Shaking your head with a laugh, you smile at him.
"No, it doesn't."
"Would you teach me one day? When there's actually stars to see," Hanbin says with his eyes twinkling back at you.
"Sure, one day then."
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"And now welcome to the stage, from District 10: Y/N L/N!" the announcer — Lucky Flickerman — spoke loudly and enuthistically into the mic. You felt numb, the lights blinding you and the audience's cheers deafening you as you were guided onto the stage. You felt uncomfortable in your clothes — the fabric showing off more skin than you'd like. You wanted to run and cover yourself from the world, not stand and smile in front of their peering eyes.
"Hello, Mr. Flickerman. Nice to meet you," you greeted the older man with a practiced fake smile. Hanbin suggested being friendly was the best option to trying to win over sponsers. To play innocent farm kids rather than ruthless machines or charming heart-throbs.
"Oh so polite," Lucky Flickerman spoke, more to the crowd than you, with a smile.
"It's just how we're raised back home," you responded, laughing despite yourself.
"And such a pretty laugh," he commented with a laugh of his own. "Do you have someone waiting for you in District 10? A lucky man by any chance?" He continued, now looking at you. You resisted the need to squirm under his gaze.
"No, sir. Just my parents are waiting for my return."
"Well, I'm sure the boys will be fighting for a chance with you once you do. I would be," he jokes to his and the audience's amusement. Uneasily you laughed along with them despite your discomfort growing more. You wanted off the stage and out of these clothes — the dreaded capitol apartment seeming appealing to you now. It's offer of semi-privacy from the thousand of eyes on you comforting.
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"Amazing! They loved you up there," your escort cheered as you walked down the stairs. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you nodded soullessly to his comment. "You did much better than expected. You're bound to have sponsers at your feet," he rambled on, oblivious to your discomfort.
"Here," a husky voice whispered low into your ear as a black leather jacket was placed onto your shoulders. Turning your head, you made eye contact with Hanbin.
"Thank you," you mouthed to him, eyes overflowing with appretiation as you looked up at him. Hanbin didn't respond, looking away as he instead surveyed the room. Silently, you looped your arms into the jacket — grateful for the cover it provided from lingering eyes.
"Come on," Hanbin spoke, jaw set tightly in displeasure. He gently placed his hand onto your lower back, guiding you futher away from the open area.
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You sat in the dark of the room, curled into yourself on the couch. Startling as a door creeked open and the lights flickered on — revealing Hanbin standing there in an oversized white shirt.
"Why are you awake?" he askes, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he stared at your figure.
"Couldn't sleep," you replied as you curled futher into yourself.
"Why's that?" You watched as he walked past the couch into the kitchen. Casually pouring himself a glass of water as though he hadn't discovered you in the middle of the nightwas a typical interaction for the two of you. And maybe you could trick yourself into belieiving it as well if the thought of tomorrow didn't loom like a dark cloud over your head.
"It might sound a little odd but..." you trailed off, looking away from the older male before continuing. "But I feel dirty. Like their eyes are still on me; looking where I don't want them to." You're taken aback by surprise when the couch dips next to you. Hanbin's hand outstreched towards you, quietly offering a glass of cold water. He's silent as you gently take the cup, urging you to drink through his eyes.
"There's nothing I could say to comfort you." His eyes glide to the thinly concealed camera, jaw clicking as he glares in it's direction. "And if you win, it's not promised to be any better," Hanbin says realitstically — never one to sugar-coat his words. You've come to appericate that aspect from him, especially in a time where everybody seems to be lying.
"So it's better to die?"
"No." Hanbin's head snaps to look at you, his disapporval clear. "Dying means they win: without consquences."
"And what does living mean?" You ask, eyebrow raised curiously, tilting your head as you make eye contact with him.
"That's for you to decide." In stunned silence you watch as Hanbin rises from the couch, returning to his bedroom before stopping infront of the door. "Don't stay up too long," He adds, shortly looking back at you.
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It's oddly quiet as you leave your bedroom. While the previous mornings couldn't be described as lively either; today's quiet is grimmer than usual.
"Come, come," your escort urges you, noticing your still lingering figure, with a wave of his hand. "We're on a tight schedule today," he says as though it's regular day back at District 10. As though tonight, the two of you'd return to the apartment for dinner. As though the two of you would return at all. The casuality of his setence angering you but you swallow it down. Choosing instead to stare blankly at the array of food on the table before you as you sit down.
"Here, you should eat something," Hanbin says softly, placing an biscuit onto your plate. In a lackluster manner, you follow his words despite the obselete desair to do so. And once again, time doesn't wait for your preparation. Your escort ushering you and Colt to the elevator in what feels to be a blink of an eye. "Wait a moment," Hanbin says, grabbing your wrist as he holds you back.
"Make it quick." You're surprised, your escort's tone lacking it's typical cheerful upbeat as he advises the two of you. Both you and Hanbin nod, like scolded children, before watching the other two move around the corner.
"Hanbin?" you ask as you turn to the mentor. He's quiet, still watching beyond the corner. "What is it?" you ask again in concern, eyebrows furrowing as you look at him.
"Just.." he trails off, staring at where his hand is still wrapped around your wrist. "Don't count yourself out so soon. I'm not," Hanbin says with a caress to your wrist. You scan his face in stunned silence as his words settle warmly into your chest. The words felt different from his mouth, confident unlike when others had spoke similarly.
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𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜
i actually feel bad for Colt. imagine being in his shoes & your shared mentor only pulls one of you to the side!! ㅠㅠ
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ⦂ Hanbin x Reader ─── ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ⦂ 1,260 a thousand two hundred and sixty words ─── ɢᴇɴʀᴇ ⦂ fluff ꕤ happy ending ─── ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ⦂ It's time for the most nerve-racking part of any relationship. Meeting the parents. And while you might love your boyfriend, Hanbin, you're not exactly sure that you're parents will. ─── ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ⦂ meeting the parents ꕤ disapproving/ judgmental parents ꕤ some unclear + untagged dialogue ꕤ bonus at the end
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You paced in the living room, unknowingly wringing your hands as you did so.
"You're gonna create a hole in the floor if you keep that up," your boyfriend teased as he stepped out of the bedroom. Your brain stopped as you took the man in. His hair styled to expose his forehead, the tie you'd pick out earlier laid loosely across his white button up. You pouted at Hanbin, who only laughed at your predicament. "Shouldn't I be the nervous one right now?"
"You don't get it though, Hanbin," you complained. Following your boyfriend as he turned back into the bedroom. Throwing yourself back onto the desk chair as you continued. "My parents have a very specific kind of partner in mind for me."
"Ouch," Hanbin interjected, placing a hand over his chest despite facing away from you.
"I don't mean it that way."
"I know. I'm just messing with you," he chuckled — way too cheekily for your liking in the moment — and threw a wink in your direction.
"I just... I really want them to like you," you explained further, your hands wringing themselves once more as you avoided Hanbin's eyes.
"And they will," Hanbin reassured you as he delicately kissed you on the forehead. Your eyelids fluttering close with a soft smile. "I promise to be on my best behavior," he said, pulling you up from the chair and helping you into your matching leather jacket.
"You're the best," you whispered softly, leaning into Hanbin's space and pressing a chaste peck onto his lips. You laughed as his face turned red – the blush spreading down his neck and underneath his collar.
"Let's go, don't want to be late." Hanbin urged you towards the front door. "Wanna make a good impression and everything," he spoke hurriedly, only stopping to grab your helmets before continuing to the underground garage of the apartment. You coo at the man who ignores you, instead carefully buckling the helmet onto your head. Smiling as he nudges your forehead in playful feign annoyance.
"I love you~" you sing-song: serious but lightly teasing your boyfriend. Swinging his leg over his bike, Hanbin rolls his eyes as he settles into the seat.
"Love you too."
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The nerves, which had blown away with the wind as Hanbin expertly swerved through traffic, slam back into you as the bike turns into the restaurant. Your stomach twisting and knotting on itself while your boyfriend parks nearby your parents. They're wearing small smiles on their faces but they're obviously taken aback. Nonetheless you take a deep breath before sliding off the bike and removing your helmet. The two of you fix and soothe each others' helmet hair before finally walking over. You greet your parents with a long-awaited hug and your own small smile. Hanbin waits one step behind, quietly watching as your parents fawn over you. Pulling away, you grab your boyfriend's hand — happiness shining brightly through your eyes, you introduce the three of them.
"Nice to finally meet you in person," your dad politely comments as he shakes hands with Hanbin.
"Likewise," he agrees with a charming smile.
"Let's go in, shall we?" Your mother poses to the group with her own smile. You nervously squeeze Hanbin's hand as you enter the restaurant. He rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand in response.
"So Hanbin, that's a nice bike of yours. What type of model do you got there?" your father asked as you were seated.
"Thank you, sir. It's a bobber; are you interested in motorcycles ?"
"No, not in particular." An awkward silence befalls the table at your father's words.
"Your mother must worry greatly though? I can't imagine any of my children going around on that machine everyday. Y/N, dear, please tell me you are being careful on that thing," your mother chimes in half-heartedly. Her eyes aren't looking at either of you or your boyfriend. Focus on buttering the free dinner roll she's nabbed.
"Don't worry, mom. Hanbin is very safe while riding — he always making sure we're wearing our helmets and proper gear. He also remodified the bike to properly seat us," you answered in the male's defense.
"Isn't there, in the possibility of an accident, an 90% chance of being injured?"
"Um, yes. In an accident, you'd be injured — but with proper protection then you can lessen the fatality of them," Hanbin responds to your parents. "I properly researched into it before purchasing," he continued.
"Hmm, nevertheless," your mother side comments as she bites into her roll with an hum. You spare your boyfriend an sorry glance, your lips and brows drawn tightly together.
"So, Hanbin, what is it that you do for work?" your father breaks the silence, changing the subject half-heartedly.
"I'm an mechanic. Actually I work at a garage not far from our place," the male beams proudly. A smile coming onto your face as you watch the way Hanbin perks up.
"He's very talented in what he does," you happily tack on. Never one not ready to brag about your wonderful boyfriend.
"That's utterly dreadful." And once more the younger couple drooped in their seats.
"Oh dear, please tell me you're not the provider in this relationship. You deserve better than that."
Your jaw dropped as you pushed away from the table. Uncaring for the large screech of the chair against the floor. "The both of you are so insufferably shallow! What I deserve is a happy and loving relationship which if you really loved me; you wouldn't care about the rest. Hanbin cares for me, loves me and yet you can't even see any of that beyond your pre-determined judgement of him!" you reprimanded your parents as you huffed in bubbling anger. You didn't care to hear either of their responses, rushing out of the restaurant with Hanbin in tow. "I'm sorry, Bin. I should've known," you mutter, your voice muffled by your hands, in disappointment. He doesn't respond — carefully turning you around and into his arms.
"Don't apologize, there's no fault in hope," Hanbin quietly reassures you.
"But I know how they are but I still let you experience how harsh they can be."
"That's on them. You are not a reflection of your parents; I know that." He pulls back, just enough to make eye contact, his eyes fiercely set in determination. "Tell me you know that to be true?" he asks, his tone deep and serious as he does. You nod wordlessy in response. "Good, now let's go."
"Where?" you asked confused but following behind your boyfriend nonetheless.
"On a date," he says as though it should be obvious. "You look too good to just go home now." Hanbin turns around then, throwing a flirtatious wink at you. It's your turn to get hot in the cheeks — Hanbin laughing as he mounts his bike.
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Bonus
"Don't tease,~" you whine in embarassment as you pretemd to focus on your helmet. Another chuckle escapes him, the smile on his face growing wider.
"I would never dare," he replies despite the joking tone in his voice. But as your arms slide into place around his waist, he speaks once more. "I'm serious though," he says having grown serious and his smile dimming. "You look amazing and your parents ruin our shouldn't get to ruin our night," Hanbin continues. Your face grows hotter and your heart flutters in your chest. With his words, you found yourself wondering how you gotten so lucky in him.
"You're the best," you tell Hanbin for the second time of the night.
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𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘯'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴
green flag relationship — we love to see it!! i won't be watching it but i will continue using the beautiful stills from speed and love. i especially thank it for the idea of mechanic! hanbin.
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ⦂ Male Idol Insert x Reader ─── ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ⦂ 1,086 a thousand and eighty six words ─── ɢᴇɴʀᴇ ⦂ Angst ꕤ Break Up ─── ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ⦂ Distance is hard for any relationship; you knew that. No one warned you that it got harder with time as well. You love your boyfriend, and you know he loves you, but your relationship has fallen into a vicious cycle. You're at your best together but your worst when you're separated. And you're not sure if the good outweighs the bad anymore. ─── ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ⦂ Toxic relationship ꕤ Argument ꕤ Crying ꕤ Yelling ꕤ Lots of use of the word 'He' ꕤ Purposeful over use of the word 'Enough'
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You glared at your boyfriend through the computer screen. Your anger growing as he rolled his eyes. The argument the same as always — him oblivious to someone else's interest in him though to you, it was blaringly obvious.
"It's not a big deal," he stressed in exasperation, running his hand through his hair. "How many times do I have to tell you that I don't see her that way?"
You scoffed at that. He wasn't getting the point. "It doesn't matter if you don't. She does," you fired back to him.
"You don't trust me?"
"I do."
"Then what's the problem?"
"I don't trust her."
He tightened his jaw, the muscles on his neck bulging out, as he restrained his anger. "What does it matter? Your trust in me should be enough," he spoke back. Voice tight as he tried to keep himself from yelling.
You looked away as tears pricked at your eyes. "Why can't you understand?" you asked quietly, almost as if you were speaking more to yourself then him.
"Because you're not making sense," he responded nevertheless. Your breath caught in your chest as the words registered. "We're co-workers. What do you want me to do? Avoid her? Not do my job? What do you want from me, Y/N?" he harshly asked. His eyes, filled with fire, glaring at your down trodden form.
"No. That's not what I'm saying."
"Then what?"
"I... I just- I just want you to be more direct with her," you stammered as you tried to express yourself clearer to your boyfriend.
He loudly scoffed, running his hand through his hair again in frustration. "How much more direct can I get?" he sarcastically questioned. "Mentioning that I'm in a happy relationship isn't enough?" he continued with a rough nod of his head. "And what about you, huh? Are you being direct with the guys around you?" he questioned now.
Your jaw dropped in a silent gasp at the accusation. "Of course, I am." you responded quickly.
"How do I know that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as his tongue poked at his cheek. "I trust you but apparently that's not good enough anymore."
"I told you; it's not that I don't trust you."
"Yeah, yeah, it's her. I heard you the other fifty thousand times," he interrupted with another roll of his eyes. "You know I don't question you about any of the people you hang around." He licked his lips before continuing. "You know why? Cause I trust you!" His voice slightly raised as he made his point. Standing up from his chair, he leaned in close to camera. "I mean what about: that one guy who gave you a ride? Or your neighbor? Or, hell, that one manager of yours? I could've the same doubts Y/N!" he ranted as he listed his own grievances on his fingers. "I couldn't be doing anything more different than you are?!" he shouted, his upper figure disappearing off screen as he stood to his full height.
"No, you're aren't," you responded finally. You knew your boyfriend turned down suitors the same as you did. But the insecurity still lingered within you despite the logic. "Maybe.." you trailed off, dreading having to say the words. You loved your boyfriend and you didn't want to have to let him go. "Maybe we should break up." And maybe you were just being impulsive; maybe there was a way to work through this. But if it wasn't this argument then there'd be another. This wasn't the first — and it wouldn't be the last if you continued — but they all played out the same. The two of you screaming at each other through screens and phone calls then pretending it never happened in person before starting again as soon as you went back home.
"What?" he questioned, seating back down into screen once more. His face stricken with disbelief.
A single tear escaped your waterline. "I think it's for the best," you explained lightly.
"Like hell it is!" your boyfriend disagreed. "Y/N, baby, come on. We can work past this. This doesn't have to be the thing that breaks us," he begged, his voice soft now as he spoke.
"It isn't. It's an accumulation," you told the man.
"Baby, we can fix this. I'll fly out, come see you, and then we can be okay again. We don't have to break up, okay?" he rushes out, desperately attempting to change your mind. He helplessly watches as you shake your head, more tears having fallen down your cheeks.
"And then we go right back to fighting once you're stepping on the plane to go back?" you ask rhetorically. You don't need his answer, you know the answer already — acted out the answer too many times times already. "Let's not do this anymore to ourselves," you ask him with your starry teary eyes, heart breaking at the wetness in the crevices of his face.
"Please, baby! Please! Let me do better, please," he repeats again, voice cracking harder with each sad plead. You bite your lip, quieting the sob that wants to leave your chest. "What about the in-betweens? Every time we're together? Isn't that enough? What about our love? Isn't that enough? Please I can't lose you," he continues crying. His breathe becoming shorter with each tear that streams down his face and his panic grows.
"I wanted it to be.." you trail off as you're unable to look at your screen. Unable to face his heartbreak any longer. Worried that you'll give into his requests despite your better judgement.
"Then it can be! Waiting for the next time we're together, trusting each other, having one another in mind: it can be enough." His voice is raised again, not out of anger, out of desperation this time. "It can be enough." He's resound in his stance; not there yet. Still in denial of the nature of your relationship, still holding onto hope that no longer exists for the two of you together.
"I'm sorry," you breathe out in an almost whisper as your tears blind your sight. The call clicks as the pointer of your mouse hovers where the digital red button once was. Wrapping your arms around yourself as his ringtone plays in the room — calling you again but you can't pick up. You couldn't let it continue, couldn't let your love continue to fester into distrust and hatred. You wanted it to be, but it just wasn't enough. Not anymore.
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𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜
the title is based of shawn mendes' song but that's where the similarities end. although the chorus did inspire me to write this piece when i heard while studying at a cafe. also can we talk about the banner for this one too, cause it's so good looking. i think it's my best ever - i love it with the blues and yellows.
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ⦂ Amagi Kohei x Fem! Reader ─── ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ⦂ 1,217 thousand two hundred seventeen ─── ɢᴇɴʀᴇ ⦂ request ꕤ fluff(?) ꕤ protective kohei ─── ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ⦂ Reader gets approached by a foreigner for help. Unfortunately that's not the only thing he'd like, insisting on getting reader's contact. Kohei steps in, not happy to see another man hanging around his girl. ─── ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ⦂ passport bro ꕤ insistent man ꕤ poorly written japanese on purpose ꕤ ooc! kohei*
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"What do you want to eat?" Kohei asked nonchalently as the couple stopped to the side. The alley of food stalls — and the large imposing crowd within — not far from where they stood.
"Yakitori!" Y/N spoke happily, a smile on her face just at the thought of the grilled meat.
"Nothing else?" He questioned. Kohei watched as her eyebrows furrowed softly in thought. A very subtle smile coming to his face as he patiently waited for her response.
"Tomorokoshi," she added with a head tilt. Kohei only nodded, squeezing her hand before walking into the mass of people. Y/N watched him go with a happy hum. As she lost sight of her boyfriend amongst the people, Y/N placed her attention to her phone. Watching and liking her friends' instagram stories of their day.
"Sumi-man-sen?" a heavy American-accented voice spoke causing her to look up. Her eyebrows jumping up in curiosity. A white male dressed in a yukata with his phone in his hands hesitatingly hovering near her.
"Yes, can I help you?" she spoke clearly, shutting her phone off as she watched the man carefully.
"Stage-ga doko ni aru ka shitty I masu ka?" He asked in broken and unsure Japanese.
"Yeah, I know where the stage is," Y/N responded, switching to English. The male's face visibly relaxed at the choice, seemly glad that the need for a translation program wasn't needed. "Quickest and easist way to get there, is to go straight down this little alley. Do you mind if I show you some landmarks on your phone?" Y/N asked, holding her hand out for the device.
"Of course!" The male scrambled, hurridly pulling up whatever map app he was using. "Thank you so much," he spoke with a grateful sigh as he handed it over to her. Y/N only gave a small smile back in return, her focus on the stranger's phone.
"Then when you get to this ramen shop, you're going to want to make a right and then make the next immediate left. And you can pretty much walk straight until you see the set up for the stage," Y/N explained. Showing the way with her pristin nail as she did so. But the foreigner's atention wasn't on the directions, humming half-hearted in response. Rather his eyes strayed over her side profile, sometimes lowering to take in the yukata the female was wearing. "And if you end up losing direction, there's lot of people around the area due to the festival. You can try your luck asking them." Finally, Y/N looked away from the device, returning to her orignial spot as she handed it back to the owner.
"Thank you," he said, smiling charmingly at the girl. "Your English is phenomenal by the way," he added on before showcasing the phone back her way. Y/N gave a tight smile in return as the man asked for her instagram.
"Oh.." Y/N blinked hesitantly up at the male in front of her. "I have a boyfriend." A pregnant pause passed between the two as they regarded each other.
"So? You're not allowed friends?"
"No, that's my decision. I respect him," Y/N spoke back, feeling offended at the assumption. While there was some truth in the fact that Kohei was a very possessive and jealous boyfriend. But he had been working on himself and since the start of their relationship, Y/N has always respected the boundaries he set. And if that meant not befriending any man that he didn't know then that's what Y/N do.
"Sure," he responded sarcastically, phone still opened to a new contact. The American pushed the device more towards the female. Wiggling it as though it would entice her to change her stance.
"Y/N!" A familiar voice yelled out — one that had the tension leaving said girl's body. "Daijoubu?" Kohei asked, his voice slightly harsh but his eyes gave away his worry. Y/N nodded lightly, wrapping her hand around his arm as he approached them. He scanned her face for a few extra seconds before turning his gaze to the stranger. "What?" Kohei spat out coldly to the other male. Moving in front of his girlfriend as the other wouldn't look away from her.
"Nothing. Just making conversation," the man said with a casual shrug. His face and attitude smug as he finally turned his focus to the Japanese male. Kohei tsked and rolled his eyes at this. It was clear that the American man could not take a hint because Y/N could see how taut her boyfriend stood from behind his back.
"Your conversation isn't wanted, go somewhere else," Kohei responded, a powerful dissatisfied glare on his face.
"Or what, bro?" Kohei could, and did, laugh at the American man's misplaced confidence. He had no idea of the type of person in front of him.
"Or...I beat the absolute crap out of you, bro." Kohei stepped forward, lips curling into a intimidating grimace. Your hand falling away from his arm as he now took his ball-fists out of his jacket.
"Yeah, right," the stranger scoffed with a shake of his head as he walks off. Kohei watches, eyes never leaving his form until he rounds the corner and he's lost amongst the throughs of people. Turning to Y/N, her boyfriend frowns down at the girl. "You have no self-preservation. What are you doing talking to strangers?" he complains slightly annoyed. He had only left his girlfriend for a few moments. He did not like the sight of a man domineeringly towering over her. In fact it made his blood boil, a strong urge to put his fist to the man's face.
"I was only trying to be helpful. It's not my fault," Y/N whined. His stance crumbled at those words. He knew that, Y/N was just like that. She was a generally soft and good natured person — very opposite of him. It was something that he was learning to handle better — obviously this situation had tested his growths, uncomfortably so — but it was a tedious, slow and long process. "I didn't know he was gonna be like that," she continued mumbling under her breath as she messed with Kohei's fingers. Oblivious to the emotions of her boyfriend in the moment. Gulping at the implication of her words, he paused looking at the sky as though it'd give him grace.
"I know, I'm not blaming you," he sighed,trying his best to reassure her of that truth. Before he would have been, angrily so, but he had changed. At least Kohei believed so. "I'm sorry," Kohei said, voice low and quiet as he apologized. Y/N's head snapped up at those words — moments rare where the Japanese male spoke them — a smile and blush blooming on her face.
"Thank you for coming to help me," she responded, watching in delight as Kohei avoided her sparkling gaze.
"Yeah."
"Wait, where's my Yakitori and Tomorokoshi?" Y/N realized, breaking the emotional moment between them. Kohei held back a chuckle at her confused furrowed eyebrows.
"Come on," he said amused, lacing their fingers together. "You're not leaving my side this time." Kohei walked back intrige crowded alley of food stalls, Y/N happily following behind him.
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𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜
The anon who requested this wanted Yandere but that's relatively a 'No-Go' for me. But I was inspired so I wrote the next best thing: an possessive(?)/protective Kohei instead. DO NOTE this is a special case and I won't be doing this for other requests that don't follow my guidelines.
* I have so many headcanons about Amagi after the movie and as a boyfriend — i'll need to share them one day cause they heavily influenced how I wrote him in this
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ⦂ Idol Insert x reader ─── ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ⦂ 327 three hundred and twenty seven ─── ɢᴇɴʀᴇ ⦂ Scenario ꕤ Suggestive ꕤ MDNI ─── ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ⦂ Idols who'd go crazy over their partner in waist beads ─── ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ⦂ use of pet names ꕤ heavy making out
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"Baby! Want to see the new clothes I got today?!" you asked your boyfriend excitedly. Shopping bags hanging off your arms, not yet past the doorway to the apartment. You had stars in your eyes, the excitement you're feeling radiating off of you, as you look at him.
"Of course, baby," he replied with a soft smile on his face. You cheer, throwing your arms around him before pushing him to sit on the couch. He watches in loving amusement as you rush off to the bedroom. You show off the new leather jacket, sweaters, shorts and blouse. Twirling in the living room for your one-person run way show. Your boyfriend complimenting each new piece that you walk out with.
"Okay, last thing!" You exclaim as you hurry back to the bedroom again. He was not ready for yuour return, phone almost dropping to floor as he stared at you. His breath caught in his throat as you walked closer. Around your waist, snuggly laid across your skin, was beaded jewelary.
"Baby," he whispered, the words dying on his lips as he placed his hands on your hips. Distracted as he looked up at you in awe, his fingers lightly messing with the beads and charms.
"Do you like?" Smiling down at him, your voice slightly teasing as you asked.
"Very," he responded immediately. "You look so beautiful," he continued, pulling you closer. Your smile grew wider at that, face glowing at his compliment and gaze.
"Thank you, baby," You chirped happily. Leaning down, you pressed a kiss onto his mouth. Your boyfriend wasted no time, interlocking your lips as he deepened the kiss. Nipping at your bottom lip desperately. He draggeed you onto his lap by the waist, tightly squeezing it within his grip. You grabbed at his shoulders and nape as you straddled him on the couch. The two of you breathed heavily into each other's mouths - never fully pulling away when pausing to breath.
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Jiham of A.C.E, San / Mingi & Jongho of Ateez, Sungho of BND, Enhypen Hyung Line, Johnny / Kun / Jaehyun / Jungwoo / Mark / Jeno / Hendery & Chenle of NCT, Eunseok / Sungchan & Sohee of Riize, S.Coups & Mingyu of SVT, Taemin of SHINee, Chan & Seungmin of SKZ, Yeonjun / Beomgyu & Taehyun of TXT, Sangyeon & Kevin of TBZ, Jiwoong & Gunwook of ZB1
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ⦂ Idol Insert x Reader ─── ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ⦂ 604 six hundred and four ─── ɢᴇɴʀᴇ ⦂ Scenario ꕤ Angst ꕤ Song Fic ─── ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ⦂ Idol has feelings for Reader, that they're oblivious to, but Reader only goes to see idol when they need him ─── ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ⦂ Unhealthy / One Sided Friendship ꕤ One Sided Crush ꕤ Reader isn't a good friend ꕤ Doormat idol ꕤ Reader mentioned wearing makeup but no gender stated
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The atmosphere was serene as rain drops began to fall. The calming sound could be heard through the open window. The peace is disrupted by the shrill and distantly familiar ringtone. Y/N. Like clockwork, the rain brought them back into his life. Not that he was complaining — at least not entirely. He loved Y/N despite the one-sidedness of their friendship.
"Hello, Y/N?" he answered, his heart beating faster in his chest. That notch of anxiety and excitement leaving him feeling breathless.
"[Insert Idol Name], thank god! I'm so happy you picked up," Y/N responded, an exclamation of relief. But he could hear it: the way their voice was tight as if they were holding back those tell-told tears. Because with the rain and with Y/N's phone call also came Y/N's tears. It could be anything causing them - stress or nerves about some big event in their life, mental exhaustion or the worse: a breakup. "Can I come over to your place? I really need someone," Y/N asked although there was no need. He'd give in to anything that Y/N asked. Sure, you could call him whipped but that's just how their friendship was. Him the steady tree in the Y/N's storm.
The rain had started to pick up and thunder was rolling in the background when the knock sounded in his apartment.
"I brought ice cream reinforcements," Y/N greeted as he opened the door. He just smiled, his heart fluttering just at the sight of them. They were nicely dressed, black cotton pants with some nice top and their make up done.
"You look good," he spoke quietly, almost as if he was speaking to himself but Y/N had heard him. Their head jumping to look at him, a small smile forming on their face as they toed their shoes off. He ignored the way that his heart skipped at the sight. It was normal for friends to smile at each other - it didn't mean anything special.
"At least someone appreciates my effort." His eyebrows furrowed, only an idiot couldn't/wouldn't be able to see how beautiful the other standing before him was. "My prick of a boyfriend sure doesn't," Y/N continued as they finally joined him further inside the apartment. His heart sank, the butterflies and the light air around him dying, at those words.
"Oh," He managed as they settled down on the couch. He just hoped Y/N couldn't hear the disappointment within his voice.
"Yeah." Y/N hadn't, their focus on the opening the ice cream they had brought with, too busy to pay attention to him. "He didn't even show up for our date," Y/N continued in exasperation. He watched as they shoved a spoonful of ice cream into their mouth with a huff. "Can you believe that?" they asked as they turned to him — which he quickly looked away in order to not get caught staring.
"Well, He's a fool," He responded, shaking his head as he finally ate a spoonful of ice cream himself.
"Right!" Y/N exclaimed, face brightening up at those words. Returning their attention back to their ice cream, they continued distracted. "I wish I could find a guy like you."
He paused, dropping his spoon back into the cartoon. His heart stuttered in confusion as he looked back to Y/N. Did they mean that? Was that his chance? Though he didn't feel as happy nor excited as he imagined. Quietly, he made a reserved sound of acknowledgment. In the background, the rain eased slowly - coming to a light shower.
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Byeongkwan & Chan of A.C.E, Wooyoung of Ateez, MJ & Sanha of Astro, Jaehyun & Riwoo & Leehan of BND, Seunghun of CIX, Bae Jinyoung, Jake & Sunoo & Jungwon of Enhypen, Jungwoo & Ten & Winwin & Xiaojun & Hendery & Jaemin & Renjun & Sion & Yushi & Jaehee of NCT, Kihyun of Monsta X, Shotaro & Sohee & Anton of Riize, Seunghan, Joshua & Wonwoo & Seungkwan & Vernon & Chan of SVT, Onew & Key of SHINee, Jeongin of SKZ, Wonho, Kino, Jacob & New & Q of TBZ, Ju Haknyeon, Soobin & Kai of TXT, Hanbin & Zhang Hao & Taerae & Gyuvin of ZB1, Gunil & Jungsu of Xdinary Heroes, Jiung & Theo of P1Harmony, Serim of Cravity
𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 ⦂ Gamer! Streamer! Beomgyu x Fem! Reader ─── 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 ⦂ 873 eight hundred seventy three ─── 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎 ⦂ Fluff ꕤ Slice of Life ꕤ Crack treated Seriously ─── 𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 ⦂ Just a regular day of Beomgyu's stream terrorizing him while his girlfriend watches on in barely hidden amusement ─── 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 ⦂ words 'R.I.P. / Killing / Dead' used ꕤ the game 'Peak' ꕤ twitch chat mimic ꕤ chat claiming reader
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You carefully stepped into your apartment, catious to not be picked up in the background of your boyfriend's livestream. Sighing as you let your body relaxed in the comfort of your home. Kicking off your shoes, you walked deeper into the apartment, more than ready to change out of your work clothes. You passed by the room, quickly looking in, snickering at your boyfriend's frantic screams.
[BRO!! Heeseung goated.] ⸝⸝ [rip jeongin] ⸝⸝ [poor innie fr!] ⸝⸝ [WAIT DID ANYONE ELSE SEE THAT SHADOW!!?!] ⸝⸝ [pretty sure theyre lost again] ⸝⸝ [innie's ghost is KILLING ME!!] ⸝⸝ [yes i saw that bro] ⸝⸝ [wait, what??] ⸝⸝ [we are not making the peak] ⸝⸝ [*sniff sniff* shadow in the back. you mean my girlfriend?!] ⸝⸝ [not alive at least! *laughing emoji] ⸝⸝ [wtf is some of yall talking about?!] ⸝⸝ [hold on user i think you mean our girlfriend]
Coming back, you stop in the doorway of the room. Beomgyu is hunched over in concertation, screaming into his mic. "NOO I FELL INTO POISON!!" You giggle as you observe him and his screen.
[calling it now. ghost gyu making a comeback] ⸝⸝ [OMFG MY GIRLFRIEND!!!! HI GIRLFRIEND] ⸝⸝ [if they get past tropics this playthrough, i'll be shocked] -- [girlfriend?!] ⸝⸝ [OH how i missed you girlfriend!] ⸝⸝ [new fan, wtf is that behind him?] ⸝⸝ [rip beomgyu] -- [heeseung & lix leaving him for dead *laughing emoji*] ⸝⸝ [didn't even try to save bro *skull*] ⸝⸝ [who cares, girlfriend is here] ⸝⸝ [gyu get off my screen]
Beomgyu finally turns his attention to his chat, no longer needing to fight for his virtual life. "What are you guys going crazy about?" he askes, noticing the rapid influx of all-cap comments. He reads through a few more, still oblivious to your presence in the room -- probably in the entire apartment. "Girlfriend?" Beomgyu's eyebrows furrow in confusion. His face lighting up as he finally notices you in the background of his stream. Spinning quickly in his chair, your boyfriend spreads out his arms in greeting. You giggle more as you step into the room and his arms, settling into his lap happily. "How was your day?" Beomgyu hums happily while nuzzling his nose against your cheek.
"Good...for the most part," you said, leaning your head on top of his. Beomgyu's hand runs up and down your back in a soothing manner.
"Tired?"
"A little."
[they're so sweet together~ ㅠㅠ] ⸝⸝ [ay yo beomgyu get off my girlfriend like that!] ⸝⸝ [godddd i love my parents!~] ⸝⸝ [THAT SHOULD BE ME!!] ⸝⸝ [HOLDING YOUIR HAND] ⸝⸝ [add another tally to the justin bieber song board] ⸝⸝ [y/ngyu couple goals *heart face emoji*]
"You want me to get off?" Beomgyu askes, moving the two of you closer to his desk. His fingers already clicking around.
"No, it's okay," you shake your head, messing up his hair.
[my girlfriend's so sweet] ⸝⸝ [just loveeee our girlfriend]
With your reassurance, Beomgyu looked back to his screen. Felix and Heeseung working through the game's greenery and the lines of comments popped up on it. His eyes scoured through them, his signature pout forming as he did. He tighened his arms around your waist as he glared at the chat. "Your girlfriend?" Beomgyu questioned in false disgust, one of his eyebrows raised toward the camera. You bite at your bottom lip, trying to hide your smile, already knowing what would come next. "My Girl. Friend." He childishly spoke, enuthicating each syllable, to the camera. Then turning slightly, Beomgyu proceeds to hid you from the viewers with his body. Despite, neither of you being able to see the entourage of comments, the both of you very were aware of the words spilling in. Beomgyu turned his head back to them, sticking his tongue out to the them, futhering his childish actions. Your laugh broke through your lips, leaning into your boyfriend's shoulder as it rocked through your body. "Y/N, tell them," he says, bumping you to look at the camera. You bite another smile with a michevious glint as you do so.
"Hmm, I don't know,~" you tease the male as you pretend to think. "I think I've got enough love for you and the stream." Beomgyu's jaw drops in shock as he stares up at you. You're giggling uncontrollably in his arms, watching his reaction through the stream on his computer. Adding flame to the fire, you begin blowing kisses to the viewers. Beomgyu now pouts up at you, his bottom lip jutted out in an exaggerated manner. You giggle even more as you stare back down at him. Bringing your hand up to the side of his head, you lightly caress his face. You lean down, brushing your lips against his in an soft kiss. "I'm joking~," you tell Beomgyu before pressing another on him. "Of course, I'm only your girlfriend," you reassure your boyfriend. Beomgyu smiles against your pressed lips.
"That's what I thought," He says, looking smugly at his stream before leaning up to land a longer kiss on you.
"Show off," You joke as the two of you pull away. Beomgyu only smirks back in response, proud of himself, as he leans back in his chair.
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𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜
i'm pretty sure i've had the gamer bf! beomgyu draft idea waiting since the gaming episode pictured. for a time frame reference, he was originally supposed to be playing a horror game - i think it was poppy playtime 3 (the one with bloby(?)) and before that i had an idea for dti but it was changed to peak cause i, like a steamer beomgyu would, am keeping up with the trends. [i don't really game, i just watch]
Hiiiii can I pls request Vamp! Enha messing around with reader and go to playfully bite them only to forget how sharp their fangs really are until Enha hear an " OUCH ! " ( Sorry if this makes 0 sense )
here you go anon!! it made perfect sense btw - were on the same wavelength 🧠 hope you like it!! 😚🫶
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