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Twenty, he/they, enfj, cancer

TOMORROW X TOGETHER: rockstar minus the star ⭐ ongoing rental boyfriend IS THAT MY TA MU YN?

recent works ꩜ tipsy soobin [#CRAZYINLUV] wrong room

LOVE AND DEEPSPACE: will they meet in the stars again? 💫

reqs- open ! (male/gn! only)

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retinkering an old proj, what y'all think

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y'all this exam szn is taking yrs off of my life 🫩 won't even let me hv a chance to write a scrumpdillyicious fic of detective silly beoms and nonchalant reader 😕😕

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[asmr] asmr leads to date?!

streamer! gender neutral reader x asmr youtuber! huening kai

streamer obsessed with an [asmr] channel slips up on stream, which leads to an unexpected date.

!! swearing, ooc, roleplay mentions, smau + written, kinda cringe?, beomjun and taebin mentions, lmk anything else

yeonjun could wait; you settle down in front of the camera, mirroring you like a copy. With a click of the mouse, the countdown began ticking. 10, 9, 8, 7..

You weren't nervous, of course. There were times, too many, where you had been clipped for worse. so, those heebie jeebies that crawled on your skin back in the early days were gone. This is supposed to be just a chill Q&A session.

just a question here and there, revealing just the right amount of information to pique the viewers' interest and keep them engaged.

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The number of viewers keeps piling up as you wait for it to reach at least a few hundred to start yapping. busing yourself to pass the time, you monitor the comments, getting an idea about what the audience could be interested in.

soon enough, you found yourself answering their questions. You even found it cute how they wanted to know even the most insignificant things about you, just like how children ask random questions.

Most of them were, as expected, related to Genshin, your holy cash cow. Some asked about your personal life, likes and dislikes, education, motivation, etc. some even went out of their way to tease you!

[whos ur best built chara in genshinn]

ofcourse its FLINSS! you had said enthusiastically, it wasn't as if you hadnt tried to build other characters but flins had just clicked into place with all the artifacts suiting him and having his second bis help tremendiously.

as a regular smegular viewer you should know this bingu you could be seen narrowing your eyes in mock threat

[choose quick, pb&j or nutella for brekkie]

uhh pb&j? you tilt your head in confusion, you had never tried nutella before ive never had nutella before so..the choice was obvious for me you reason out with a laugh full of mirth

[higgest dmg with flins]

2.3mil. DONT JUDGE! we listen, and we don't judge. Yeah, my flins is not in the top point 1%, so what? you take your accusing finger back from the chat as you huff and look away, feigning anger, excited to see how the chat would react

[haha lowser]

what. chat, why are you guys being so insensitive, my feelings are being hurt you say hiding your face in your palms

moving aawn! you read the next question

[do you know how to cook?]

'do i know how to cook?' hah. don't even ask, not to boast but I've heard I'm a great— no, the greatest cook there is. my flatmates' words, not mine. you raise both your hands in surrender, swearing truth.

[fav recipe pls >_<]

ofcouse! instead of explaining it and telling yall to imagine it, i'll show you the vlog i made while cooking it. it's an indian sweet dish! called kheer. lemme just put my headphones on and share my screennn. you yap, going on and on about the recipe while disappearing and reappearing with your cat headphones on.

just as the headphones connect to your device, you and your esteemed guests (viewers) hear a voice. not just any voice— the voice that fills your ears is not soft, nor is it comforting.

"woof!"

you freeze. you soul trying to eacape. A dog barks loudly into the mic.

And then...a very familiar voice, trying—and failing—to stay in character “good boy… yeah… we’re both good boys today…” what the H.E.C.K. was happening.

[HELPPP?] [WHAT WAS THATT] [HES GOT THAT DAWG IN HIM] [YN EXPLAIN YOURSELF] [NOT THE DOG ROLEPLAY DAMN] [MUM JUST ASKED ME WHY AM I ON ADULT WEBSITES IMMEDIATELY AFTER DINNER]

Your hand slams onto the mouse so hard it nearly misses. but it was too late, the damage was done. you rake in a deep breath, trying to think about anything but this dog rp vid as it stares back at you.

so, i can explain. you start, backed with no possible explaination that could excuse a dog rp vid in your youtube history

[NO YOU CANNOT 😭] [I’M CRYING WHAT DO YOU MEAN EXPLAIN] [YOU WATCH THIS REGULARLY???] [HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU SEEN THIS BE HONEST]

You inhale deeply.

first of all, you point at the screen like you’re the victim here—because somehow, you feel like you are—why are you all acting like you’ve never appreciated… versatile content.

[VERSATILE????]

[DOG??? CONTENT???]

I DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS THAT VIDEO you blurt out. Already flushing in embarrassment.

[THAT MEANS YOU WATCH MULTIPLE 😭]

[PLURAL????]

[OH YOU’RE A FAN FAN]

You clap your hands over your face. I'm so done right now.

✨ end of stream!! ✨

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꩜ tipsy soobin

drunk, lovesick soobin after the shoot wrap up, being picked up by his partner <3

the tipsy live altered my brain chemistry fr plspslspls read it!! #drabble

the bass was low and humming quietly in the background, soju bottles nearly empty, the table consisted empty plates and bottles, and after the wrap up of their shoot, soobin had become a problem.

not a loud problem, perse, not a messy one either. he was a giggly, boneless, mushy blushing mess of a problem— curled into the corner of the both with his cheeks smooshed against the faux leather.

“nooo,” soobin whined, drawing the word as yeonjun clicked another photo across the table. “don’t send that.”

but it was simply too late.

beomgyu was ready, with phone in one hand, eyes lit with mischief as he snapped yet another picture of soobin, and sent directly to his ‘beloved’s’ number.

“hyung you’re so down bad,” kai giggled, his own face flushed a pretty pink. he flopped forward, chin landing on soobin’s shoulder. “you have been chanting yn’s name for an hour now.”

“have not,” soobin mumbled into his palms, which had migrated to cover the entirety of his pretty face. but his ears— the tips of them, burned crimson, and the flush has crept down his neck, disappearing beneath the collar of his tank. his chest felt tight in the best, worst way. everytime someone said yn, his heart would do a little flip.

yn. yn. yn.

“you literally just said it three times in a row,” taehyun deadpanned, swirling the last of his drink. he was the most functional of the five, which meant he was only mostly drunk. soobin keened, hiding deeper into himself.

as he fished out his own phone, fumbling with the lock, struggling to unlock it under the table.

he didn’t realize he’d started chanting you name out loud again until beomgyu doubled over mid laugh.

“there he goes. ‘yn. yn. where are they? wheres my yn..’”

twenty minutes later, you pushed open the restaurant’s door, the chime signalling your very presence in the room.

the scene was exactly as chaotic as described. beomgyu and hyuka were arm-wrestling (badly), taehyun was sipping water like a disappointed father, and yeonjun was attempting to put a paper crown on soobin’s head.

but soobin—

soobin was slumped sideways in his chair, head tilted back, eyes half-closed. his cheeks were flushed all the way down to his collarbones. his lips were slightly parted, and his fingers were loosely curled around an empty glass.

“soobin,” you said softly, stepping close.

the effect was immediate.

his eyes flew open. blinked once. twice. then his entire face lit up—a smile so wide, so radiant, so painfully genuine that his cheeks must have hurt. he looked like he’d just seen the sun after a long winter.

“yn,” he breathed, voice cracking.

before you could say another word, soobin lunged forward and buried his face into your stomach, arms wrapping around your waist like a koala. he was warm, so warm, and he smelled like soju and vanilla and home.

“you came,” he mumbled into your knitted sweater. “you came.”

you laughed softly, threading fingers through his dark hair. “of course i came. you texted me, didn’t you? you ruined my nightly routine though”

“deserved,” soobin said, voice thick. “missed you. missed you so much it hurt here.” he pulled back just enough to press his palm flat against his own chest, right over his heart. “it was beating your name. thump-thump-yn-thump-thump.”

behind him, yeonjun mouthed oh my god to the rest of the table.

you cupped soobin’s face in both hands, thumbs brushing his burning cheekbones. “you’re so drunk, baby.”

“mm,” soobin agreed, leaning into your touch like a cat starved of affection. “drunk on you.” he giggled at his own stupid line, then grew serious. “no, wait. that was bad. but i mean it. i mean everything. i love—mmf.”

you gently pressed a thumb to his lips before he could confess to the entire restaurant. “is that so?” you murmured, playing along, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.

“mhm. and your hands are so soft. like clouds. clouds that love me.” he turned his head, pressing a clumsy kiss to the center of your palm. then he grew serious as he struggled to stand on his own two legs. “i missed you. three hundred. no. a thousand hundred.”

he started leaning in, eyes fluttering shut, lips puckering for more than just your palm—aiming for your lips but landing somewhere near the corner of your jaw. before he could try again, a chorus of protests erupted.

you laughed, pressing one firm kiss to soobin’s forehead (he whined at the loss of your lips), then looped an arm around his waist. “c’mon, soobin-ah. time to go.”

“‘m not tired,” he mumbled, even as his head dropped to your shoulder.

“i know, baby. let’s go anyway.”

he went willingly, waving sloppily over his shoulder at the boys. “bye, friends! i love you! not as much as yn. but i love you!”

“we know,” four voices yelled back.

getting soobin home was an adventure.

he stopped to point at three different cats (“yn, look. that’s us. because you’re pretty and i’m fluffy”), tried to convince you to carry him piggyback (“i’m light, yn, i’ve been skipping carbs”), and spent a solid five minutes staring at your shared apartment door because the “color reminded him of your eyes.”

the door was beige.

but you loved him so much it made you dizzy.

inside, you guided him through the familiar motions: shoes off, his shirt and tank off as well (he pouted the entire time, cold without it), face wiped with a cool cloth (he leaned into the pressure like a cat), and a large glass of water coaxed down his throat. he threw a small tantrum when you suggested brushing his teeth—“but i’m tired, yn, and you’re being mean”—but gave in the moment you kissed his nose.

by the time you both tumbled into bed, the clock read 1:34 am. you were exhausted, the kind of bone-deep tired that comes from caring for a drunk, giant, adorable boyfriend. soobin, still flushed and loose-limbed, curled into your side like he belonged there (he did), his cheek pressed to your chest.

you ran your fingers through his hair. he sighed, content.

sleep was pulling you under, soft and heavy, when—

soobin sat up.

“soobin,” you groaned, not even opening your eyes. “bedtime.”

but he was already moving, pressing clumsy, open-mouthed kisses to your jaw, your chin, the corner of your mouth, your nose, your eyelids, your forehead—every inch of your face he could reach, each kiss punctuated by a mumbled “love you” or “missed you so much” or simply your name, breathed like a secret.

“soobin,” you tried again, voice thick with exhaustion. your hand found the back of his neck, fingers curling into the soft baby hairs there. “baby. sleep.”

“‘m not done,” he protested, pulling back just enough to look at you with those big, hazy, adoring eyes. his lips were pink and kiss-swollen, his cheeks still that beautiful drunk-flush. “i have to kiss you. it’s important.”

you laughed, soft and sleepy, and gave up.

with a gentle but firm hand, you guided him back down—not to sleep, but just enough. you tilted his chin with your thumb, leaned in, and pressed one last kiss to his lips. chaste. sweet. the kind of kiss that said i’m here, i’ve got you, we have got forever.

then you tucked his head into the crook of your arm, pulled him flush against your chest, and let your other hand resume its slow path through his hair.

“now sleep,” you murmured, already halfway gone.

soobin froze.

his brain—already sluggish, already swimming in you, already short-circuiting from the kiss and the warmth and the way you smelled and the fact that you held him like he was precious—completely crashed.

he blinked once then twice.

his heart, which had been hammering your name all night, finally just... stopped trying to form words.

oh, he thought, very intelligently. 

he didn’t move. didn’t breathe for a solid three seconds. just lay there, cradled against your chest, as you drifted off beneath him like it was nothing, like you hadn’t just rewired his entire nervous system with a single kiss and a hand in his hair.

your breathing evened out.

soobin stayed awake, staring at the soft curve of your jaw, utterly, hopelessly, spectacularly broken—in the best way possible.

“fuck,” he whispered to the dark room, very quietly, very reverently.

and then, because he was still a little drunk and a lot in love, he pressed one more kiss to your collarbone, buried his burning face against your neck, and let your heartbeat sing him to sleep.

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tipsy soobin meal 🤤 coming in hot and appetizing

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[#CRAZYINLUV] soobin just wants to buy his dream tee from a local thrift store with a wildly questionable collection. simple enough, right? wrong. 'cause the thrift page admin—some freak with zero boundaries and even weirder pickup lines—decides that customer service means aggressively flirting through dms instead of just shipping the damn shirt...

doing anything BUT studying during exam szn ✌️😭

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IS THAT MY TA MU YN?⭑

the hottest professor pool at seogwang university has taken interest in beomgyu's newest ta mu yn! while mu yn is busy juggling these men left and right and collecting enough free meals to survive their entire phd —the five professors are busy fighting amongst themselves for mu yn!

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will b updating rental bf series one last time before my end sems begin 😭 cus of which I'll only be back after june 10

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IS THAT MY TA MU YN?⭑

the hottest professor pool at seogwang university has taken interest in beomgyu's newest ta mu yn! while mu yn is busy juggling these men left and right and collecting enough free meals to survive their entire phd —the five professors are busy fighting amongst themselves for mu yn!

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part two coming soon! (pls lmk if y'all liked this)

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hey so how does ot5 prof! txt x homie hopper! ta! reader sound?

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💌 wrong room

bestfriend's boyfriend's flatmate! beomgyu x reader

You had never thought that you'd be breaking into your bestfriend's boyfriend's room in your twenties just to set up the mood for your friend— jia and her long distance boyfriend minhyuk. But here you were standing in his apartment, in his room. That's what you thought because this very much so wasn't his room.

tw kissing strangers on the first meet (it's okay cuz it's beoms), making out in a closet, suggestive themes, privacy invasion,, lmk if I missed out on smth [1.7k wc]

you double-checked the apartment number on your phone for the fifth time. 307. this was it. your best friend, jia, had been stressing for weeks about surprising her long-distance boyfriend, minhyuk, for their one-year anniversary. she was stuck at a last-minute work thing, so you, being the world’s greatest friend, had volunteered to go ahead, decorate his room, and get your phone ready to film his priceless reaction.

the key was under the mat, just like she said. you slipped inside the surprisingly neat apartment, kicked off your shoes, and tiptoed down the hallway. your heart was pounding with excitement. you replayed jia's instructions in your head: "his room is the second door on the right. you can't miss it."

second door on the right. got it.

you counted. first door on the right. second door on the right. you paused, hand on the door handle. this was it. you pushed it open and found a clean, somewhat minimalist room with a bed against the far wall and a guitar propped up in the corner. perfect.

an hour later, you stood back, proud of your handiwork. balloons, fairy lights, a banner that read "happy anniversary, babe!", and rose petals scattered on the bed. you dimmed the bedside lamp to a soft, romantic glow. your phone was propped up against a stack of books on the dresser, camera pointed at the door. all you had to do was wait.

and wait you did. fifteen minutes turned into thirty. you were about to text jia when you heard it—the front door opening, the jingle of keys, the soft thud of the door closing.

finally.

a jolt of pure adrenaline shot through you. but where was jia? she was supposed to be here before him! panic bubbled for a second before you shoved it down. maybe she was right behind him. you just had to do the thing.

you took a deep breath, finger hovering over the 'record' button on your phone. you heard footsteps, slow and deliberate, approaching the door. the handle turned.

the door swung open.

and your jaw literally dropped.

this was not minhyuk.

this man was… a problem. that's for sure. a tall, lean wolf in the body of an angel. raven hair fell artfully over his sharp, intelligent eyes hidden behind his thick black-rimmed glasses. he was still in what looked like a stylish, slightly rumpled work shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing veined hands and lean forearms.

he blinked at the balloons. then at the fairy lights. then at the rose petals. then at you, crouched awkwardly behind your phone.

"…did i leave my door unlocked again?" he asked, his voice a low, melodic drawl that was way deeper than it had any right to be.

you scrambled to your feet, face burning hotter than the sun. "oh my god. oh, god. you're not minhyuk."

his bewildered expression melted into a slow, devastating smirk. he leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest. "no. i'm beomgyu. the significantly cooler flatmate. and you are?"

"the world's biggest idiot," you groaned, hiding your face in your hands. "jia had asked me to decorate minhyuk's room— my friend. it's a surprise. she told me the second door on the right… but i think i went into the second door on the left instead."

beomgyu glanced over his shoulder into the hallway, then back at you. he pressed his lips together, but his eyes were dancing with laughter. "yeah. yeah, you did. my room is the second on the left. his is the second on the right." he let out a low whistle. "you really went all out. for the wrong guy."

you wanted to dissolve into the floor. "i'm so sorry. i'll clean everything up. i'll—"

"no, no," he interrupted, stepping further into the room. he trailed a finger over the 'happy anniversary, babe!' banner, his smirk growing. "so all of this… the mood lighting, the rose petals… you did all this for minhyuk ?"

"for jia," you corrected, mortified. "i was going to film it. it was supposed to be cute."

he slowly turned to look at you, his gaze a little too intense, a little too amused. "and instead, you filmed me walking into my own room like a confused toddler, i can't wait to see the footage." he nodded towards your still-recording phone. "you're still on, by the way."

"oh!" you lunged for the phone and fumbled to stop the recording, your fingers clumsy with embarrassment.

while you were flustered, beomgyu picked up a single rose petal from his pillow and twirled it between his fingers. "so," he said, his voice a soft murmur. "you go through all this trouble for your friend; break into a stranger's apartment and even decorate a random man's bedroom with fairy lights." he looked up from under his lashes, that dangerously cute smile back in place. "you're either crazy, or the most thoughtful person i've ever met. i'm hoping for the latter."

your heart stuttered. "i'm… just a good friend."

"lucky friends," he commented, taking a step closer. "so, how are we going to fix this, 'world's biggest idiot'? minhyuk could be home any minute."

that snapped you back to reality. "oh god, right. jia! she'll be here too. i have to re-do everything in his room, oh god just take me now"

beomgyu clapped his hands together. "alright, no need to ask the deities, i'll help; but you owe me"

twenty minutes later, you were both in minhyuk's (correct) room, working at a frantic pace. beomgyu was a surprisingly efficient and hilarious assistant. he blew up balloons until he was lightheaded, dramatically draping himself over the desk. he 'accidentally' threw a handful of rose petals at your head, laughing when they got stuck in your hair. at one point, while you were trying to tape the banner to the wall, he came up behind you, his chest nearly pressing against your back to reach a corner you couldn't get.

"need a hand?" he breathed against your ear.

you nearly swallowed your tongue. "i'm fine," you squeaked, your body going rigid.

he just chuckled, a low, knowing sound, and his fingers brushed yours as he took the tape from your hand. you were hyper-aware of every single point of contact. the scent of his cologne—sandalwood and something clean and citrusy—wrapped around you. this was bad. very, very bad.

"can i ask you something?" he said, not moving away.

"you're going to anyway, aren't you?"

he was about to answer, something that you knew would have stirred up your insides even more, but the second he opened his mouth— you both heard the keys jiggle, this time accompanied by a girl's voice.

"they're here!" you hissed. fishing out your phone yet again and setting it up against the windowsill, with a last touch, you set it to record as beomgyu pulled you in.

he grabbed your arm. “in here.” he yanked open the closet door, pushed you inside, and slipped in after you, pulling the door shut until it was just a crack of light.

the closet was pitch black and impossibly tiny. you were pressed chest-to-chest with beomgyu, his face inches from your own. you could feel every inhale he took. in the darkness, you felt him shift, and then a sliver of light from a crack in the door illuminated his features. he wasn't looking at the door.

his eyes dropped to your lips. then back to your eyes. then to your lips again. you realised, your brain was already short-circuiting. it was a trick, and it was working very well. he tilted his head, leaning in, his breath warm on your mouth.

he was going to kiss you. in a closet. while your best friend was having her romantic moment three feet away.

just as his lips were about to brush yours, you slapped your palm directly over his mouth.

his eyes widened, then crinkled at the corners in pure amusement.

you leaned in, your nose bumping his, and whispered as fiercely as you could, "are you insane?"

on the other side of the closet door, you heard minhyuk gasp. "oh, jia… you did all this? thank you baby."

you held your breath, your hand still clamped over beomgyu's mouth, your other hand pressed flat against the wall to keep from falling into him. beomgyu's eyes never left yours. slowly, deliberately, he lifted one of his hands. his fingers wrapped gently around your wrist. your heart felt like it was going to explode.

he didn't pull your hand away. he just held it. and then, keeping his gaze locked on yours, he turned his head slightly and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the inside of your palm.

your entire arm went numb. a shiver ran down your spine.

he lowered your hand, his thumb stroking a small circle on your wrist. he leaned in, his lips now hovering right next to your ear. "yeah," he whispered, his voice a warm, velvety rumble that went straight through you. "i think i might be."

and before you could react, before you could even breathe, his hand slid to the back of your neck, and he closed the distance.

it wasn't a gentle first kiss. it was confident, deliberate, and utterly consuming. his lips were soft but insistent, tasting faintly of the coffee he'd been drinking earlier. you froze for a single, terrified second, acutely aware of the couple on the other side of the thin closet door, cooing over rose petals.

and then your hand fisted in his silky hair, and you kissed him back.

his lips moulded against yours like he’d been waiting all night—like he’d known you for years. your back hit the closet wall with a soft thud. one of your hands came up to brace against the shelf above his head; the other curled into his shirt, pulling him closer. he made a small, satisfied sound against your mouth.

outside, jia said, “wait, where’s yn? yn was supposed to be here helping—”

your eyes flew open.

beomgyu pulled back just enough to whisper against your lips, “oops.”

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ts was so outta pocket