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[yutasbimil]

masterlist

; here's a smol masterlist of me writing once in a blue moon

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kpop

bangtan; bts

suga

"give it now" ; one-shot fic { nsfw ! }

fluff, smut; suga x fem!reader

✧

neoculture; nct

yuta

"to the bone" ; one-shot fic { nsfw ! }

fluff, smut; yuta x fem!reader

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jaemin

"inhibit" ; one-shot fic { nsfw ! }

fluff, smut; jaemin x fem!reader

+ ft. mark

"intimidating" ; one-shot fic { nsfw ! }

fluff, smut; jaemin x fem!reader x mark

✧

seventeen; svt

woozi

first time series { nsfw ! } ✔

fluff, smut; woozi x fem!reader

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

+

"raincheck" ; one-shot fic

fluff, hogwarts!au; woozi x fem!reader

✧

tomorrow x together; txt

beomgyu

"ride with you" ; one-shot fic

fluff, frenemies!au; beomgyu x fem!reader

+

race of the butterflies series { sfw -> nsfw ! } ✔

part 1 (fluff) | part 2 (smut) | part 3 | part 4 (angst) | part 5 (hurt/comfort) | part 6 (hurt/comfort) | part 7 (hurt/comfort; pre-smut[?]) | part 8 (fluff; smut) ♡︎

fluff, hurt/comfort, smut, hogwarts!au; beomgyu x fem!reader x jaemin

anime; others

haikyuu!

kenma

flushed series { nsfw ! }

fluff, smut; kenma x fem!oc

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 (planning…[?])

✦ each can be stand-alone fics! c:

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asahi

"sleepyhead" ; one-shot fic { nsfw ! }

fluff, smut; asahi x fem!oc

+

"safe word" ; one-shot short fic

fluff, hurt/comfort; asahi x fem!oc

✧

tears of themis

vyn richter

paradox series { sfw -> nsfw ! } ✔

part 1 (fluff) | part 2 (pre-smut) | part 3 (hurt/comfort) | part 4 (self-angst) | part 5 (hurt/comfort; smut) | part 6 (fluff, smut) | part 7 (angst; hurt/comfort) | part 8 (hurt/comfort) ♡︎

fluff, angst, eventual smut; vyn x fem!oc

✧

love and deepspace

sylus

"monster" ; one-shot fic

hurt/comfort; sylus x fem!reader

✦ upcoming . . .

possible oikawaAAAA

"!!!" nekoma* exp.

svt; dk + ww

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Insecure

kenma x fem!oc | haikyuu ff. (time-skip!older kenma) ✦ (4/~) [series fic] !!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here } tags: hurt-comfort, fluff cw: minor plot, insecurity, jealousy, negative self talk, profanity, established relationship, domestic fluff, FLUFF!!! D; note: not that comfy w/ 2nd POV, tho no specific characteristics are mentioned on the fem!oc so pls feel free to imagine as y/n or YOU ♡ word count: 3.0k

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

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Conflicts, to a fault, would always be part of a relationship. Whether it is forgetting to put the dirty dishes in the sink, or getting schedules mixed up.

It’s bound to happen, one way or another, and both parties who are always willing to work things out together should be able to sit it down for a conversation.

But what happens if it involves something outside of both of them?

Mai knew she had to face this, or rather, with the type of career path Kenma chose, it’s unavoidable that he’ll get caught up with another streamer, or he’ll be linked with another streamer.

A girl streamer.

Urgh, the thought of it makes her stomach churn.

Sure, there’s nothing wrong with girls who play video games, and it’s quite inevitable based on the good looks her boyfriend has and his skills in gaming?

Chef’s kiss combo.

She knows she’s got quite a catch. That’s her man right there!

But it’s just a punch in the gut to let this other side of the internet be made known to her.

Especially since the other girl looks like an e-girl, piercings and all, quirky dyed hair color, is conventionally attractive AND a more than average gamer? No wonder she’s got quite an audience.

It made Mai’s stomach twist and flip another revolution seeing clips of the said streamer mentioning HER boyfriend with a chirpy laugh and such mirth talking about Kenma.

And, god… the comments.

It’s not that their relationship is a secret; Kenma has been more than open about their relationship, with Mai having more than one cameo in his streams, bringing him a drink or snacks, with him sneaking a peck on the cheek and all.

But alas, Mai doesn’t have full control over the public’s opinion.

Urgh, why does the algorithm hate me, and I stumble upon these videos when I’m feeling so fucking insecure to the core?

Mai almost swears she almost bit her lip off seeing the comments, how people seem to take a liking to the streamer and her boyfriend streamer together. To see that they have a hefty load of shippers made Mai want to slam her own head and bash her screen in shame for letting it get to her.

Sure, some are on their defense, especially long-time followers of Kenma, knowing he’s in a loving, committed relationship for quite a while now.

But what an unlucky day to be literate, mixing it with netizens’ shallow opinions is just the cherry on top for crushing her deflated ego.

They don’t know a single thing about you. The comments said so themselves, she reminded herself to her noggin, but urghhh, gosh, that’s shitty and painful.

—

@|aventurinecomehomepls We don’t even know anything about Kodzuken’s girl, but I really like Kiittyy-chan for him tho^^

@|167ceecee Yeah, she seems meh, I don’t even get to see her much, what does she even look like? lol

@|wassup_ping She’s just average ig

@|heyheyhey she’s actually in few of kodzu’s streams tho, just glimpses!!

@|cantrememberuid links pls!!!

@|optimistanger The way Kii-chan’s describing Kodzuken tho? She’s got a crush!!😍

@|h02ni_ who doesn’t? he’s so cool and handsome, achkkk❤️

@|hoshina_amu8 she’s so cute gaaahhhhh

@|papipupitaaaaaaa tehy deserve each other, two pretty ppl tgt!

@|notuselessmiwa I ship him and kiittyy too!! omg><

...

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How disrespectful. Very distasteful.

The comments just mock her along with the thread following it, staring at her blankly till her screen turns black.

Just in time, she felt Kenma’s soft lips pressing the side of her face, yanking her out of her deep-seated trance.

She fixed herself in her place, pocketing her phone.

Kenma puts down the paper bags he was carrying on the kitchen counter.

“Want anything for dinner, love?” Mai asks, prompting herself to stand straight. “I prepared apple pie for dessert.”

Hearing the last sentence made Kenma’s ears perk. “Thanks, Maimai. Let me help you, though, I’m planning to just chill and watch you play later.”

“I… will play?” Mai tilted her head in confusion. She didn’t prepare anything on top of her head that she would play anything for today.

“After your weeklys, of course, but you said you want to continue playing that ASMR Teatime game, right? You’ve been pestering me the whole week to let you use my PC.”

“Right…”

She didn’t mean to be meek, but she went to the kitchen sink and cleaned stuff to get things off her mind. Kenma went ahead and continued to take out the stuff he got from the grocery store.

Only the stacking of cans, running water, and rustling of packages filled the space.

The mocking thoughts still rang in Mai’s ears; she huffed, stifling a smile. “I thought you had a collab stream later?”

“I don’t… have?” The question mark was evident in Kenma’s tone, along the perk of his brow. “You saw those rumors, too? I don’t have one scheduled for this week, Mai-chan.”

“Oh…”

So he’s aware of that e-girl’s existence, huh.

The silence was too noticeable for the guy’s radius to be even brushed off. “Mai, did you go through those videos and comments?”

Damn, am I that much of an open book?

But this is Kenma we’re talking about; he’s observant to a fault.

“Clipped vids stumbled upon my FYP of course, since I devoutly follow my streamer boyfriend. My FYP just slides everything about you my way…” Including you with other people–

“Please don’t watch them, you can just flag those vids as uninteresting,” he states. “I don’t see anything good reading through strangers’ opinions on those things.”

Mai guiltily sighs, the poor sponge on the soapy plate seeps in every ounce of her shame as she lowers her head. “Too late… You know how nosy I get.”

“No wonder you’re quiet, babe.” He quickly walks to his girlfriend, wrapping his arms around her waist. She stiffened as she felt his breath nuzzling at the nape of her neck. He then further plops his head on her shoulder, his natural scent wafting off her rumination. “Sorry, I wasn’t able to protect you from that, and I swear I do not care what other people say about me, and none of them can ever dictate my decisions about my own personal life.”

I hate how I care, though… Mai chews mildly on her lower lip, shutting her eyes a bit too tightly. She swears there are tears daring to run off her eyes without her consent.

“I trust you enough, Kenma, and it’s not at all your fault.” Her sigh felt a ton heavier, but she leaned on being honest at her boyfriend’s golden, pleading eyes. Just a bit of honesty leaked out of her system. “I’m just so insecure lately, a lot has piled up, causing me to be this overwhelmed… I need time to breathe, let me be for a while…”

“I’m just here, hmmm? Hopefully, the game later can lighten you up.” He assures, there’s a small smile on his face, along with a bag of snacks he got for her, as he knows it’s her go-to lately.

Mai felt her chest lighten at the sight.

“I hope so…”

—

The story on the cute game did not help at all; it’s not at all cute even— she didn’t notice the tears steaming down her face. Adding her agitated thoughts just drove her mood down.

It even crossed her mind how that hot e-girl streamer was dressed in a similar way as the game characters, hence why she’s named “Kiittyy”.

Why am I even like this?

She’s everything I am not, she’s demure, has a mature, hot “ara-ara” type of voice– and not an ear-grating voice like mine— pretty, sexy, has cool makeup and fashionable clothes. Voluptuous, prettily dyed and styled hair. And she’s quite a talented streamer and a great gamer, even.

I can’t even hate her.

I’m average and suck at most games… maybe Kenma is better off without me.

Achooo!

Oh no…

“Ken, can you hand me a tissue?” She sniffs, quickly covering the snot dripping on the side of her nose.

Kenma quickly hands her the tissue box. She blows her nose, but her mind still seems to be clogged more than anything.

This is one of the early signs of how down her mental state manifests physically. She doesn’t like where this is going.

Why am I even creating an imaginary competition that would just drive me nuts and not at all do me any good?

I’m growing agitated…

“Still bothered about something, Mai?” Kenma asks.

She really loves his directness, but she’s just too guilty to even begin to be honest, as she knows best it will hurt Kenma hearing those words of bringing herself down come out of her mouth.

I don’t even want to be fully honest right now. But Kenma’s pleading and genuine eyes just tear down her walls completely.

No… this is too much.

“My hormones just got the best of me, I’m also delayed with my period for a few days, so I’m not taking the severe symptoms well.”

That was 80% true…

“You know that I will take care of the baby, Mai.” He head pats her. “Don’t worry.”

Mai blinked in disbelief at him, even daring to make that joke. And with such a straight face!

“Kenma! You know just how stressed I am lately,” her palm automatically swats his shoulder. “There’s no baby involved! Dummy!”

He snickers. “I know, and on how there are still symptoms present, I’ll just be here if you need anything to help you ease your period.”

If only he’ll be able to change the public’s mind about me and us…

Damn, why am I even so affected?

My head hurts.

Before her mind quickly drifts off elsewhere completely, she carried herself up her seat.

“Let’s make camomile tea,” she managed to slip out, she had a crooked smile. “And the apple pie in the game made me hungry.”

“I think you’ll also want honey lemon.” Kenma commends, looking at her amused. “Let’s make dinner.”

She’ll just let this pass for now. It might be all the suppressed hormones begging to rage out.

It got worse.

Mai found herself burning up a day after. Bedridden on how fatigued she had been with the stress of her delayed period (finally arriving!) and her down mood.

She’s just locked herself in her bedroom, hands tied to her mobile phone all day, and her comfort game isn’t even a tad effective in helping her ease her mood.

Mai knows she’s fucked.

She had no choice but to run to her last resort of just bawling her eyes out. The girl knows more than anything that this will bring massive worry to her boyfriend, but she’s out of options already.

She’s in luck to have everything blamed on her Auntie Flow for the meantime, but everything seems to be difficult with having to deal with the final boss, Kenma Kozume, with being so observant.

She’s defeated.

“I made you soup.”

The smell of the home-cooked meal registered in her senses before she could grasp in her peripheral vision the sight of her half-blond boyfriend.

She tried to pry her eyes away from her screen, but she’s wrapped in shame like the blanket around her all day.

“Thanks, Ken.” she managed to mutter, weakly sitting up, but the care just brings her emotions spiraling further as Kenma handles her with such tenderness.

“Want to watch my stream later?” He felt curious eyes glued to him; he repaid it with a smile. “I’ll set up your space later—”

But he was greeted with his girlfriend bursting out in a confession. “I can’t watch you… I feel so bad, Kenma!”

The guy’s brows knitted together. “Why? You can rest, you know, you can just watch the vod after if you’re not feeling well at all.”

“No! That’s not it…” Mai sounds like a child. She huffs, scrunching together the blanket with her fists. “I just feel so insecure and immature. I hate how I’m thinking and how now, it’s affecting everything for me.”

Kenma sets aside everything and draws himself closer to her, sitting at the side of the bed. He was only able to be permitted a word. “Mai…”

“Sorry, I keep comparing myself… I just fear not being good enough. Given that she’s everything I am not. Conventionally attractive through looks and voice, her skills in gaming are more than up to par. She’s appealing to people, even your audience… I just don’t have enough influence to match her.”

“Wait, w-who are you talking about?” He slightly tilts his head but immediately drops his regard about that, focusing on Mai. Although more confused, he firmly assures her. “But you’re the one I am attracted to, and you’re very much attractive, but you know how much I don’t like sharing.”

Her voice shifted weakly. “I do not want to be shared— you’re not getting me…”

“Mai, I know you’re going to find loopholes to retort to everything I will list down here and now, but are you even hearing yourself? They don’t know you, yes, but they technically do, as you are not only the mind behind my brand designs, heck, I saved lots just from having that witty and creative mind of yours. And you’re practically one of my main mods starting out.” He cups the sides of her face so she doesn’t have any other choice but to look at him.

“So don’t even think I’m not doing anything, or dare tolerate trash comments of insensitive people thrown at you. They don’t know a thing.” He pressed.

“I wouldn’t even notice half of them if it weren’t for you telling me stuff my viewers are telling me about. They should be more than thankful for you, more than anything. While I was too busy and obsessed with just gaming, you kept me afloat to maintain my branding. You practically work as my secretary to keep things straightened out.”

“Sure, I know full well we’re in a healthy relationship, and if it benefits my reputation and career, I know you’ll even nag me for not even taking advantage of it, but if it’s at the expense of ridiculing you, I’ll drag everyone to the mud if they even disrespect you.”

His sharp gaze made her flinch, only seeing this type of focus from him when he’s in full zone gaming or mid-volleyball game.

She melts further in her place. “Ken…”

This is the most that she has heard or even witnessed Kenma speak in this amount. She felt another frustrated tear slip off her watch.

“There’s no competition, Mai… I’ll choose you, and who says I’ll choose her over you? And all those things? I love your energy, the way you say my name, your laugh, the way you smile, and our endless conversations. You’re so beautiful, your quirkiness, and I like your taste in fashion. I love your little mannerisms and our differences in our genres, so I learn a lot from you, too. Who cares if she has those things? You’re the one I’m with, right? I don’t even want to share these intimate moments with others; I want to keep them all to myself. And you’ll be the one I want to marry, Mai.”

“Wait, marry?” She swears her heart is about to leap off her chest at the word. “What are you talking about, Ken—”

He sighs, shaking his head as he plops himself near her bed. “Sometimes I wish I could take half of the energy you do for that overthinking of yours.” He just caresses the side of her face, clicking his tongue as if dismissing the paragraphs' worth of his dialogue, and just plops his weight onto hers.

His presence just served to ease her nerves; she just let herself give in to him. Cuddling back as Kenma embraces her closer to his arms.

Mai wraps her arms around his neck, nuzzling her face, and pouts as she feels Kenma let out another sigh. “I feel extra bad for feeling this way when you’re treating me this kindly, KenKen.”

But he just assures her it’s valid. “I, too, would also be affected if I saw those types of comments about you and someone, MaiMai.”

“But it’s different, Kenma!”

“Same thing,” he retorted, but it doesn’t even begin to sound that convincing. He just seeps into her skin; his unfazed reaction only brings her eyes rolling to the side.

She jokes. “Why do I even have such an attractive boyfriend? I’ll have you bald!”

He just pursed his lips, unbothered. “That won’t faze my looks, and I know you’ll just laugh at me without my whole head of hair.”

“I really still am immature.” She sighs, defeated, but now for all different reasons. Lighter now.

The couple’s conversion routed from one thing to another, with Kenma getting on one knee and popping the question— causing Kenma to postpone his stream for the meantime. With only a community post to explain its context.

5:58 PM

Sorry, the streaming schedule is cancelled today until further notice. I must take care of my sick fiancé as my utmost priority. I’ll keep you guys updated. Thank you so much for understanding!

- Kodzuken

—

@|jiminsshoebox Omg since when did you get engaged?!

@|goldenship HOLDUP AHDKGLBL

@|kaslana_elysia FIANCE WHATTT

…

7:21 PM

Hi, I know that this came through to all of you as a shock. I should’ve announced the engagement first, huh? My bad, I’ve been planning to propose for quite some time now. So with all due respect, please respect me and my partner’s relationship. Thanks!

- Kodzuken

—

@|puddingdong CONGRATS AGAIN KODZU!!

@|kurokurooow Oooft, what a blow to some people who don’t know boundaries.

@|ame_jams A call out to those shippers who know full well he’s in a committed relationship 💀

@slkjwlk I mean, even I have a crush on Kodzuken, but not to the extent of dragging his girl’s name thru the mud 😅

@|blondesddelight You should’ve told us this first lol, but either way we’ll be surprised wwww congrats!!

@|mochamallows grats!! omg my mother and father finallyy😭😭😭

…

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Monster

sylus x fem!reader | lads ff. [one-shot] !!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here } tags: hurt/comfort cw: depression, crying, mental breakdown, MC has depression, mentioned sleeping pills note: this is self-indulgent. i need comfort. thank u. ! hope 3rd POV is good for y'all ♡ word count: 1.1k

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“Y/N?” Sylus had his hand on the doorknob, silently swinging open the bedroom door as no one responded.

He mostly expected to see her face glued to her phone screen, watching some fun reels or in-depth documentaries. Anything but anything fighting to her breath, face stained with tears in a breakdown. 

Is this where she's been for the past hours?

He quickly walked towards her upon hearing stifling; aching, and piercing through the chest. Sylus sees her shriveled state, as if an armadillo in a fetal position.

She had been doing her best to be quiet and not make a sound. But nothing passes Sylus and his sharp senses.

Everything inside her head seemed louder in comparison to her cries of pleas.

Though she had anything but her walls down in his lair.

She slightly flinched at the hand on her shoulder, but quickly retracted into his touch as he smoothed over her disheveled state.

She had been more than assured that he would be out late, but this is one of the instances where he’s off early with his business. 

She felt her chest and throat close up further on the realization of her current state. I don’t want him to see me like this.

Honestly, this is the fifth night in a row she found herself like this, as if her nightmares follow her, impending further in her entangled mind the moment the sun leaves the vicinity.

The shadow looming over her figure is anything but a threat but ironically serves as a shield for her. Him catching the light of the dim lamp draws some warmth to his figure, opposite to her gloomy state. 

Sylus just sits beside her, his presence lingers in the tense room.

She doesn't muster a word.

Too afraid, too filled with shame to present herself in much vulnerability.

In her distressed state, she did her best to speak clearly, pointing across the room at the drawers. “Can you fetch me my sleeping pills?”

“Sleep isn't the first thing needed to be remedied here, sweetie. Look at me first…” He cups her face, initially in an attempt to calm her down. Her eyebags and reddened eyes showed her evident sleep deprivation and constant crying.

She still refuses to meet him eye to eye, even as he guides her face towards his direction.

He swept her stray hair aside, caressing the side of her undamped head; she had been crying the whole night Sylus was out.

“Are the vinyl records I carefully curated for you no longer working?” His hums and the depth of his voice somehow echoes in her heart, but do not quite reach the void in her… It’s getting scary as hell.

She gulps, her dry throat now more apparent to her. Her eyes glistened as she stole a glance at him. 

The worry in his eyes… no…

“It should cast the demons away, Sy, but…” Her lips tremble as guilt follows. “Sorry that it doesn't chase away the voices enough.”

His voice remained soft and calm, it barely registered to her that she had been carried by the man. Sylus had her figure cradled on his lap. She clutched onto him, head still downward.

“Sure enough I can do something to muffle it somehow, hmmm?” He said. “And why apologize? There's nothing to be sorry—”

“You're the best I've ever had, I am moving the most comfortably thanks to you, and that you love me so kindly… Yet, why am I still so sad?” Continuous tears flowed down her cheeks, and she felt she was losing control of her breath since earlier. She looks down in any means to hide herself from him. “I feel so guilty of having this dead weight on my chest, I feel like dying— I feel like dead weight.”

“Y/N, you're anything but that. You're never a burden if that's what you're thinking…” His knitted brows weaved in concern, his low, deep tremor flowed to reach her territory. “And didn't I say I'll stay by your side in sickness and in pain? So why are you not sharing your sorrow with me so it wouldn't feel as heavy? Rely on me as well, love.”

His last words hit hard like an avalanche, it made her retract more.

“I don't feel worthy. I'm unlovable. I don't deserve you. Compared to the likes of you, you're so elegant and beautiful. Yet I'm a monster—”

“And I wouldn't choose anyone as beautiful and ethereal, as to why I love you.” He caresses her trembling shoulders once again. “And how did you come to that conclusion that you're a monster and unlovable?”

“I don't feel beautiful.”

“But you are.”

“What if I'm tired of 'being'?” She shifted, her gaze blank at him.

“Then let me carry the weight of 'being' for you while you take your time and rest. I'm not going anywhere either way.” He pressed, holding her more tightly than she clutches at him. “Happy or sad, you are you. And even on your least beautiful days, even as a monster—I love you as a whole as it is you. I'm gonna bring that up for you as I know you'll retort that again, Y/N.”

“I really cannot with you and your comebacks.” She set herself aside, avoiding facing him as she wiped her face and any sense of pride left. 

She feels confused and hurt in her overwhelming, obtuse emotions.

“Loss for words now?” He embraced her once again, feeling her breathing stabilize. “Good— now… call me in every time you feel like sobbing or lost, for any reason for that matter. I’ll be there for you. I'll be protecting you while you're feeling weak.

But you're stronger than what you believe, Y/N. No one should even bear the weight of the world in such a petite body. Yet, you're here through it all. But I don't want to romanticize that, look what it's doing to you.”

She cannot add any more, as he knows her well with her retorts. He’s just so eloquent with his words. 

She heaves in a breath. 

“It hurts so much, Sylus…”

She clutched her chest, and somehow parallel, Sylus also felt phantom pain in his as well.

“It shouldn't but… the best I could do for you is be here.” Sylus takes her hand gently, stroking it with his thumb. He then places a kiss on her forehead tenderly.

She stifles and drops a tear down her face but now feeling warmer as his arms wrap around her aching body, secluding her away from her depression for now.

Why else would he be put off by this distressed side of her when she had loved him wholeheartedly, monster and all?

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KPop Demon Hunters | Derpy and Rumi

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yoongi needs wifi

[neocatharsis]

YUTA for SPUR Japan Magazine

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jock yuta is my favourite yuta ♡ ↳ d-3 until yuta’s 26th!

bonus:

[yutasbimil]

I ORDERED RAFAYEL AND SYLUS, BUT XAVIER CAME HOME— NOW I'M NEAR PITY HUHUHUHU

[yutasbimil]

im still so scared and intimidated to do LADS, since ever tbh... most esp my sassy af boy Rafa, i was like this with doing Vyn back then, but oml... Sylus on the other hand tho 👀

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End Game

gryffindor!beomgyu x fem!hufflepuff!reader ft. slytherin!jaemin | txt ft. nct dream ff. ✦ (8/8) [series fic] !!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here } tags: fluff, smut cw: friendship/love, bestie-lovers energy, frenemies vibe, friends to lovers, lots of bantering, tutoring, teasing, crushes, confessions, jealousy, tension, slow burn, unrequited love, love triangle, hurt-comfort, eventual smut lol, break up, eventual happy ending, FLUFF!!! ! not that comfy w/ 2nd POV, but hope 3rd POV is good for y'all ♡ word count: 3.9k

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7

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Yumi and Beomgyu are now alone, everyone left already and their group study session has concluded for the week.

“Are you done blabbering over it?” His eyelashes flutter, looking at her in a teasing manner. “Kiss me.”

With his eyes so beady looking intently at her, Yumi had to tap his shoulders in protest. Beomgyu kept her chin up using his finger to keep her eyes from straying away from his.

With him looking at her eyes ready, Beomgyu additionally caresses her hands to soften her.

Was that what that look meant all this time?

Yumi shakes her head, as if it cannot be helped but to listen to his request.

Instead of immediately adhering to his request, why not tease him a bit? 

With Yumi landing her nose on his, brushing it against his as she nuzzles close to his figure.

The warmth is following along with a fuzziness in her chest.

This is far different from when they were “just best friends” to now that they are a couple, at most, she’s the one still getting used to this. What am I even thinking?

Her mind had been wandering loosely lately. She's blushing over these nonsensical things. And this is just her admiring this blabbermouth yapping over some of his interests, looking oh so handsome.

Beomgyu squeezing her hand signals her attention back to him. This has been a usual scenario for the past week.

Yumi’s mind drifts off as she’s still in a haze that they’re together like this. He has been the safe space for her to vent out her thoughts so smoothly that everything else around them keeps vanishing. It is as if she keeps entering a garden full of butterflies, many enough to drift her away up the clouds. 

He holds onto her arm to pull her gently close to her. Beomgyu has been the anchor grounding her back into ease.

“What? Is my handsome face distracting you again?” Beomgyu glides his hand across his chin.

Has she been staring again? Gosh, she lets out a huff, the knitted brows hiding her flushed face.

Another slide of sneak attack of Beomgyu teasing slipped through her daydreaming, making her snap at him.

“Aish, shut up,” she rolls her eyes, pushing his face away with the whole of her palm. How could her best friend make her this flustered? Heol.

Beomgyu just chuckles, his teasing still high with its win rate.

“Make me,” he puckers his lips, licking it in an obnoxiously overdone way, so far polar from attempting to look ‘sexy’.

“Aish, Choi Beomgyu,” she exasperated, Yumi jokingly slaps her hand over his cheeks before pulling it close, squeezing her hands on both his cheeks. 

“What nohw?” His face is scrunched up and his voice comes off a bit muffled. He’s sure he hasn’t done anything for the last minute.

Yumi just stays silent, admiring his stupid little cute face for the nth time before kissing him in the least attractive way. 

Serves him right.

But it makes her heart flutter at how placid he kisses back in that second.

Oh how quick her attempts backfire.

“This idiot,” she pouts. “What do I do with you?”

He puts out his tongue, holding her arms placed on the sides of his face. “But this idiot is yours, till we reach the grave to annoy you.”

“Since day 1 huh?” Yumi goes on to squeeze his cheeks once again, Beomgyu shrugs his lips forming into a pout as he’s thinking. Who knew that he was capable of doing so?

“Not quite likely, maybe… the first week?”

Yumi hits him with his teasing, making him laugh.

He goes on mocking her, pointing at her even though she’s got him at the palms of her hands. Quite literally he’s at a disadvantage with his face and big mouth scrunched up as he’s laughing.

She perked a brow at him, grimacing. “Is it that funny?”

He switched up immediately to a straight face. "Nope."

Weirdo.

Yumi scooted closer to him, positioning herself on his lap, and wrapping her legs around his waist. Her eyes furrowed, glancing downwards with her mouth in a pout. “You still owe me lots, Pabo.”

“In what ways do I have a sum to pay, hmmm? Explain it in full detail, princess.”

“Hearing you blurt out pet names doesn't suit you, doofus.” She quickly palms his face once again, but this time, his hand catches it, putting it over his shoulder.

“Ahhh, I bet this responds otherwise.” Beomgyu starts stroking her panties, Yumi flinches in surprise, hitting him in the shoulder. Not that direct—

He quickly grabs her by the waist to not let her lose her balance. She tumbles a bit. Even so, her sass wasn’t shaken off. “How much are you throwing away?”

At that, his intrusive thoughts came into his consciousness. He loses his grip on her arm, pretending to make her fall.

“Aish! Choi Beomgyu!” She grabs onto him in panic.

“Your life…” Beomgyu fools around once again, lifting his leg so she goes the other direction. His other arm is readily hovering over her back to support her.

“Ya!”

He kisses her speechless, quickly melting away the energy of her legs and body to fight back. These are the types of interruptions she didn't know would stir off her annoyance coming from this man.

At least that’s consistent between us.

“I'll prove you wrong-er by making you more wetter.”

“Your grammar is decreasing my attraction to you by the minute,” she scorns, rolling her eyes sideways. But for a moment or two, it shifts upwards as he attempts to reach below her skirt. 

Her breath hitches, making her squirm in place as he strokes lewdly close to her clothed core.

“Ya…” she protests, already feeling breathless. “You're playing dirty now, are you? Striking at my most vulnerable state.”

“You spreading your legs like that on my lap puts you at a disadvantage. Also, the moment you chose to place yourself on my playing field.” He lifts his legs once again to remind Yumi that he's got her wrapped around his fists. Also by the firm squeeze of his hands on her waist, he makes sure it’s etched on her mind.

Yumi just buried herself by his neck, hiding her ever-growing blush on how they've been a bit playful to her liking.

It's too obvious how she's been hot and bothered since earlier.

“We're getting sidetracked, we still need to catch up on some topics.” She’s about to lift her leg off his lap but he puts her back in place.

“Nuh-uh, don't bring that up after provoking me.” His glare is darker in comparison, breath near hers is a bit hotter. His voice is low and slow as his lips form a smirk. “Finish what you started, Lee Yumi.”

Beomgyu puts her palm by the bulge of his pants. She swallowed hard, now realizing how dry of a desert her airway was on how much her throat was craving to quench her thirst.

“How about we both talk about that owing stuff now and settle it, hmmm?” His hands are now roaming in dangerous waters, planting seeds of heat in the free spaces of her skin. “Does this cut it?”

“Let's just get to the point,” she scurries, her impatience quickly dissolving her mask. It tore down further as Yumi just felt his lips nibbling her neck. 

Fuck it, she wants to go straight to the point.

And straight down she goes to undo his pants, quickly going down on her knees in-between his legs.

Beomgyu lets out an illicit gasp, a streak of red further obvious across his face as his clothes continue to come undone.

This was a sight much fantasized about and a thought very much avoided by Beomgyu to even touch while he fists himself on some cold nights. He doesn't want to see his best friend this way but now that he got the right, per se, it was quick for Beomgyu to accept his fate.

“Yumi…” He fists her hair, reminding every bit of himself to maintain control of his touch.

He quickly melts to her touch as she palmed his clothed erection, breathing a bit too embarrassingly heavy as his labored breath grows fuller with his cock sprung free for the cold air to brush openly.

Just one touch and he's all in shambles like this.

“I-I'm still not up for the part, so don't criticize me much on my blowing.” She murmurs, but it quickly loses meaning as her hot mouth sinks into his shaft.

“I don't expect you to be but, uhhh, it's you, Yumi, so I know it will feel.... fuck, fucking good in any way.” He bites his lower lips, hissing a bit. 

She moves her tongue more, gobbling his dick. His noises are turning more into a series of groans at her every touch.

Yumi leans her cheek by his shoulder, releasing his erection with a pop. “You flatter me too much.”

“Anything for my princess.”

Yumi blushes at his endearments, trying all her might not to admit to his face how greedy she is to hear more of that. But it’s too late with her evident blush and eagerness to pleasure his twitching cock. She can’t help but give in more as it seems to ask for her strokes and care. 

“Is there more of where that came from?” she inquires, wrapping her free hand on his shaft, stroking it along the glides of her hot tongue.

Beomgyu lets his eyes answer, softly stroking her hair, not a stray hair left unattended in his care. Beomgyu’s eyes land on observing her pretty face, especially now how fascinated he is seeing her pretty lips wrapped around his hard cock.

It twitched harder as his thoughts strayed on how wet she might be underneath her clothed sex, and how he would be eating her up later.

Oh, he's excited for his turn to make her feel damn good. I’d make sure she’s choking up her words so that only syllables will spill out.

Beomgyu scrunches her hair, holding back any force that may hurt Yumi. He gently fists to pull her scalp, just enough to her liking.

“Ah… ah, oh, shit.” She licks and sucks a sweet spot of his hard-on, his shaft dancing with her tongue. In this divine view, he could see how her mouth slid and slurped at every bop, he flinched as she swirls her tongue across his sensitive shaft.

Fuck, on how inexperienced she said herself to be, this might be a crime of deceit on how fucking good she's taking him in.

“Are you sure this is how you see ‘mediocre’?” Another hiss off Beomgyu’s lips transpires. “Fuck, ha-Yumi, you're a natural.”

“That's gonna boost my morale to do more,” she smirks, at that, she muffles some more taking him whole in her mouth and dips in, sucking harder.

Beomgyu had to hold onto nothing but the surface of the chair he was sitting in. Yumi is just back, deep in the back of her throat with his dick, licking all around and doing him good.

“Hmphh—” He felt his palms sweating as he was near his release, Beomgyu’s lips quivering along a sexy moan, the beads of sweat followed by strings of his release. 

Some that spilled off her mouth accidentally sprayed over her face, landing by her cheeks. She sighed in satisfaction, licking off some of the excess in her body and swallowing it.

Beomgyu kisses atop her head, catching his breath.

Yumi stands up, making his hair kimpy. She kisses his forehead aggressively. 

It isn't a common sight to see his forehead as he’s always the type to keep his bangs down. She pouts, letting her thoughts be voiced out. “Why don't you show your forehead more? Your eyebrows are a great asset, you know.”

“Oh? You want girls to trample over me?” Beomgyu lays out the ‘consequences’ of her request, pushing his hair back. It is followed then again with a smug smirk. “I wanted to keep its peak glory for your eyes only, love.”

Yumi cringes instead of being impressed. “I swear to god I'll shave your head bald.”

“Enough of that, I'm done waiting.” Beomgyu quickly brushes off her insult, and he makes her sit down.

“Said the one who can wait for as long as he can?” Yumi says teasingly, spreading her legs mindlessly at Beomgyu’s accord. 

He firmly makes her stay put, laying a finger on his lips. “Shhhh… I am not that person I was yesterday, I want you now.” Beomgyu looks at her intently, pushing his hair back that makes her heart skip a bit, adding an attack to her core as he licks his lips attractively. “My turn.”

Beomgyu lifts her up to adjust her, she yelps as he spreads her legs wide open, His fingers followed by lifting her skirt up. She shudders at the cold air hitting her bare skin along his cold fingers squeezing her inner thigh. 

It’s not too soon that her buttoned shirt is undone, with Beomgyu slowly planting kisses down her neck and chest. She felt herself heaving her breath ardently at Beomgyu’s lips nibbling on her bare chest.

“You wanted this last time…” he emphasized, his other hand cupping her other hand as if remembering the last time they left off. While his mouth and lips are busy, sticking his tongue out as he swirls it around at anything but her nipples. 

She grows impatient as he licks the sides of her boobs. 

“Gyu…” She’s getting more hot and bothered, grabbing his other hand for any other sense of stimulation. He pinches her nipple in acknowledgment.

He lets out a smirk seeing her evident frustration. He quickly diffuses her annoyance as he gives in, licking her nipples, sucking onto it to hear her pretty sighs.

With another series of licks and sucks, he releases her boob with a pop, after leaving a light mark from his impulsive bite of her soft skin.

Yumi looks extra greedy at this point.

“Now it's your turn to evaluate me,” Beomgyu says, there’s no room left for her to respond as he quickly reveals the string of her pleasured juices stretched, glistening to expose her as he pulls down her panties.

It made his pupils dilate a millimeter wider seeing how very wet and heated she was.

She flushed in defeat, holding a yelp back. No use hiding it even on how much she holds back her hands to cover her wet core.

Beomgyu instructs her to keep her hands on the table to support herself as he starts licking her. Again, he starts out direct, spreading his tongue flat and wide, then thinly to hit her sensitive buds at every stroke. She heaves in a sigh of pleasure as he pleases her nerves in every spot.

“Ah, ohh… uh, hah-no… more…. aah—” A string of vowels weaved in the room, along her hands brushing through Beomgyu’s weft of hair as he devoured her further.

Yumi calling out his name fans out his desire more as she grabs him by his head. He pulls onto his strands— just anything to grab hold of as she’s turning more into a mess. “Bo-Beomgyu…”

She cannot stay still as she squirms at his techniques, simultaneously attacking her clit and wet core with his tongue, piercing and spreading it with him changing his pace.

“Wait… Ah.” She lets out a cry as he inserts his finger, the boney digits stroking and shaping her tight walls, it creates more lewd noises as he moves it in and out of her wet pussy.

The way he twists and turns his tongue was a foul play, making her legs buckle at every slurp and random suck he does to her clit and pussy.

She can’t get hold of what the hell he has in mind, Beomgyu was always unpredictable. But his way to surprise her isn’t something she would complain about.

“Uhh-ha…. shit, ah! Ah… that’s a good spot.” She clings more onto his hair.

Beomgyu curves his finger, reaching the back of her walls like a switch turned on that made her mewl. Seeing her reaction, he slurps in more, making her wet core dripping in pleasure and his saliva. 

Her eyes roll back further as he dips his face more onto her moist and heated sex.

Yumi no longer cares about how loud she is, he's so fucking good he deserves to be cheered on. “That's so good fucking good Gyu. More…”

He listens and follows through, relentlessly attacking her senses as she’s getting lost deeper into bliss. 

Beomgyu pulls away but doesn't let his hand rest as he fingerfucks her, keeping his gaze locked on her as he leans in to kiss her ravenously. Their tongues danced as she tasted herself and his saliva into this sweet mix of their kisses.

“Let me come, please.” She thrusts her hips, her body begging for some sense of release, her eyes also plead as he’s staring her down. But he has something grander in mind.

“Patience, princess.” Beomgyu pulls away, carrying her to move her into a different position. 

It momentarily felt empty for Yumi as he slipped out his fingers and tongue, dialing back some of the progress of her close release.

Beomgyu grins, tickling Yumi’s ears as he breathes near her ear. “Let’s move to the next act, hmmm?”

Yumi’s eyes are so lulled and clouded with lust that she’s just left there filled with anticipation. “Just do me however, loverboy.”

Her smugness didn’t remain too long as she melted into submissiveness again just by Beomgyu’s look.

She’s now placed on the table, chest pressed down and her back exposed for him to stare in awe. Beomgyu pulls up her skirt, her panties straight down her feet, dangling to the side. 

He clasps on her butt cheeks before inserting his member smoothly as he takes her behind. “Ahh—”

With no prior heed, it is something that Yumi didn’t mind as it is what she had been craving since. She’s just filled with desire with the likes of Beomgyu, just him.

“You feel so good,” he groans as the hotness spreads through his senses. Beomgyu grabs hold of her waist, then reaches for her bare chest, stimulating her sensitive knobs as he thrusts into her deeper.

“You… too, haaa… ah!” She had to gasp for air at how his movements increased in roughness, but it was just enough to satiate her growing inclination.

She can feel his hips move, feeling his dick move a bit deeper at every thrust he does. Yumi reaches for his arm, clinging onto him as she asks for more.

Beomgyu was hugging her from behind as he rammed into her, her walls getting tighter and tighter at every dip and fro.

Fuck, she can't help but let her eyes and tongue gouching out on far different everything self compared to how she touches herself on cold nights.

The feeling of his dick plunged into hers is divine. 

She's getting lost for words by the second pass. 

“Let me… see you. Face, here. I want you, please,” she breathes. She tried with all her might to say that coherently, a bit muffled with moans but Beomgyu understood her clearly.

Her mouth now asks for something other than moaning, craving for his passionate kisses just hovering over her nape.

Embarrassment and the overwhelming pleasure she felt were an understatement of how quick her orgasm peaked at one kiss of Beomgyu. It was all too much for her, but at the same time, his kisses were enough to push her senses to its apex.

In her defense, she had just been extra sensitive since he had been teasing her all day.

It wasn’t long before Beomgyu’s climax followed hers as the stimulating spasm and tightness triggered his peaking pleasure.

He quickly pulls out, cleaning up what he can do as he lets her rest.

“Are you satisfied?”

“You know, I'm not,” her confession was shameless. She hisses with a grin as her climax sinks in further her system. “I want to explore and learn more.”

“You're going to use this study session thing as an excuse now huh?” he chuckles at the possibility, and he shakes his head. “No can do, but you know you don't need to find excuses just ask me directly if you're being needy.”

“Yah, you're the one being needy.”

Beomgyu rolls his eyes. “Says the one that's needy.”

“I'm too poofed to even argue.” She simply plops her body to melt along the table, it’s filled with sticky sweat. Ew.

Beomgyu positions next to her, chuckling. “No need as I'm right.”

“Yeah yeah,” she kisses him lazily, her lips landing by his shoulder blade. She lets herself let loose for a bit before tidying herself up.

They were totally for real now this time, even the group wouldn’t really come up with anything boisterous and something so absurd as them being together. Or at least know what is meant to be done as a joke or not. And doing some cause and effect on a bond between two people is definitely out of the question for some “entertainment”. 

Even if Beomgyu is such a prankster, they wouldn’t go as far as to trample over a friend’s boundaries. They have some basic decency and a functioning brain.

So this is far from some senseless prank.

They would just let the magic do its work for these two, no matter how ridiculous they were trying to hide the fact that they were overtly together now. 

A doofus for a doofus. A perfect pair.

They’re certainly supportive of this duo.

One thing for sure for Yumi and Beomgyu and something they’ll never dare to joke about is that they cannot pretend nor hide this relationship for too long.

Sooner or later, the group just has to bear with their romantic crap.

It’s even quite amusing for TXT how they act around the group even though it was hella obvious they were hiding it. At some point, they went along with it just for the laughs.

Yeonjun could only roll his eyes, and Taehyun looked like the shocked Pikachu meme when Beomgyu and Yumi finally decided to get their game of hide and seek over with.

“Took you two long enough,” Yeonjun says in the least enthusiastic way possible. Echoing behind him an amused Taehyun. “We were getting impatient really.”

And Yumi swears she even saw some of them handing out sickles and a galleon passed around. 

These baboons.

“I’m just glad I’m the one who will be giving you butterflies in the end,” Beomgyu chimes, making Yumi smile. “Till we die then.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s a promise.” Beomgyu puts a hand over his chest, and Yumi is ready to hit him. “You better be or I’ll kill you.”

“Urgh, it’s so annoying even as ghosts you’re a bother.” Soobin breaks off their banter, but he knows this wouldn’t be the last time they get to witness these two’s shenanigans.

Coincidentally also by the end of their school days... They’re just glad the game of cat and mouse has come to an end, with this race of butterflies finding its worthy happy ending. They finally reached the finish line. 

With Beomgyu and Yumi as together’s end game.

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a big lesson for me was learning that most things are not as fragile as I’d believed. missing a class, or turning in a bad assignment, won’t instantly destroy your professor’s opinion of you. accidentally saying something harsh won’t make your friend want to end the friendship. it takes work to repair these things - it takes effort and research and sometimes a sincere apology - but you can do that because they’re not irreparably broken. what you’ve worked to build, in academia and in relationships and in life, is stronger and more enduring that your mind may teach you to believe. don’t let imagined fragility lead you to giving up

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gryffindor!beomgyu x fem!hufflepuff!reader ft. slytherin!jaemin | txt ft. nct dream ff. ✦ (7/8) [series fic] !!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here } tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, pre-smut (?) cw: friendship/love, bestie-lovers energy, frenemies vibe, friends to lovers, lots of bantering, tutoring, teasing, crushes, confessions, jealousy, tension, slow burn, unrequited love, love triangle, hurt-comfort, eventual smut lol, break up, eventual happy ending, FLUFF!!! ! not that comfy w/ 2nd POV, but hope 3rd POV is good for y'all ♡ word count: 3.1k

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 8

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They’ve already talked this out beforehand. Beomgyu already talked about this with the dudes before for some advice and insight. 

As much as they fight upfront, Yeonjun is one who assures Beomgyu that it’s okay. As anxious as fuck he is dealing with this, he told him like no need to overthink it; that they know him as a person, and that Yumi and him are friends. Just need to settle out especially the drift apart moment between them. He’s also assured previously that even with his absence in the friend group last time, she’s affected and values him regardless.

But why does he still end up with clammy palms? This isn’t anything new spending time with Yumi, even facing her like this.

This is more nerve-wracking than expected.

“What's so different studying with that Jaemin guy, hmmm?” Beomgyu gnawed more than he should’ve with the sudden drop of questions. But again, he was curious. Especially how much Yumi was lured and insistent in hanging out with the dude to the point of dating him…

“The sexual tension?”

Beomgyu blinks at her directness.

“Psh… H-how—and how are you sure we don't have that? I mean the tension.” He blurts in attempts to one-up this “competition” at the top of his head? He’s confused as well. Argh— Beomgyu fidgeted in place, even tripping to miss hitting the book ends with his fist. Damn, that one word triggered him.

“Just laid out my best card first hand…” Yumi states, laying out her fingers and then polishing her nails, she then blinks to process what she had heard. “Wait… what do you mean by— so you’re saying there is a tension between us?”

The loading process is slower on both their systems than usual today. Beomgyu didn’t answer immediately as he looked at her, ridiculed. You were the one who already jumped at that answer? Gurl… As to why he stole her input in the “tension” part; solely that part only(!). 

“I'm not the only one feeling it.” He said as if to shrug it off. “It’s tension one way or another.”

He didn’t need to add a question mark on the end for that one.

Both their quietness was clear as water.

The water welling up in Yumi’s eyes that is. “Well, fuck, I don't want to talk about this Beomgyu.”

“Neither do I, but I know that we know this will get in our way of studying.”

Urghhhh, she hates how he's right. That leaves them no choice.  Fine— she struts, taking the lead. “Let's go somewhere private.”

“Is this where he's been taking you?” he pondered, he pocketed his hands like his thoughts to prevent them from wandering further.

“Shhh, shut your trap.” she dusted him off like the vacant seat in the back row. “Don't make it awkward, Beomgyu.”

“I'm just gonna tell you, this place ain't special. Every other house likes to occupy abandoned classrooms. One way or another…” He says in a ‘just putting it out there’ way to knock some sense into her brain. 

He puts his arms by the nape of his neck as they approach their seats.

“That's… actually an assuring thing to hear, thanks.”

Yumi breathes in but the musty atmosphere isn't lessening her nervousness, why is she even nervous? So suddenly—

“Okay, no more beating around the bush. I just feel guilty, that's all. I feel that I have swept it under the rug. On how I see it, I wasn't being a good friend to any of you guys when I got sucked into a relationship.”

Well, for Yumi’s defense, it’s even a new territory for Beomgyu as he never encountered Yumi going through a breakup. It always had been just crushes, and not so deep into the relationship realm for them.

So somehow he understands…

It’s his turn to sigh.

“I admire your awareness, but… why are you only giving your apology to me?” Beomgyu perks an eyebrow.

“You were the closest to me.”

“But I didn't need one…”

Yumi puts up her hand as if to cool him off. She then quickly shrugs as even she is confused in her own actions. “Again, I just felt like it.”

Beomgyu crosses his arms. “That's a bit off-putting that I made my best friend feel that way for pursuing her happiness.”

She lets out another aggravated sigh, averting her eyes along a pained biting of her lower lip. “I just… Didn't know how much it can get in the way of our friendship.”

“And you didn't like that?”

“Of course, Gyu.”

Beomgyu then nods, a way of acknowledging her. His arms remained cross but now, looking a bit more upright. “But were you happy with Jaemin?”

“Yeah, it was fun while it lasted.”

Beomgyu’s lips curled up, and he relaxed his shoulders in his seat, gesturing to her. “Then that's all that I wanted to hear.” 

Some kind of relief weighed off the air at that.

The topic subsides, and Yumi is left to look at her feet. Any other weight was released but… Her sense of avoidance of the guy still not choosing to turn away from her system. 

“Now what?”

Beomgyu purses his lips, eyes piercing through hers. “Well, anything else you want to open up while we’re at it?”

She swallowed, but her voice persisted through the dryness of her throat. 

“Why did you get distant,” she asked. “Was it really because of me being in a relationship?”

Now it’s his turn to freeze on the spot. Why the sudden cold feet?

Telling the truth or not— will be landing him in a pile of questions. Like a butterfly effect dispersing around them…

What a trap she unconsciously laid out…

Damn it, Yumi.

“As I said, I just felt like getting myself together but, it's not just you…” Beomgyu tries to lay out the appropriate words to say, but he’s shaken regardless. He tries to look into Yumi’s eyes to search for any sense that may be the same as what he’s thinking at this moment. “I felt that your relationship got in the way of our friendship as well. I know it's normal since we're opposite genders. But of course, it still stung. Just something inside me got shaken up that I was a coward.”

“A coward?”

Oh shit, that slipped. 

He should've stopped a few words back and it could've been a whole truth, still.

Fuck it— 

“That I can't stand seeing you with another dude,” Beomgyu said.

“Is that how it feels when I'm with Yeonjun or Taeh—”

“You know what I mean, Yumi,” he solemnly says, it made it harder for Yumi to look at his eyes. “But defending myself still even though you know me… I didn't stay being your friend to get to my real intention.”

Yumi’s eyes start wavering at him, the gradual realization still about to her, but not quite crashing on her yet. She remains intently listening.

He glides his hands on the armchair beside him to lessen the piercing gaze at him. 

“It was just one random fine day back then, it felt like a punch in the gut that I'm not the closest guy to your heart, and I wanted to beat myself up for thinking that because you only deserve the best.” His voice is starting to rasp but he has to maintain his ground. “I'm your best friend but I don't think I'm your best choice as I can't even overcome the first step… but it's also because I have to lose being your best friend if I want to be your boyfriend.”

Too soon.

The change of that single word made Yumi’s heart flutter, along with the butterflies she didn’t know were there… Was that the nervousness all this time?

Yumi’s palm unconsciously caressed the center of her chest, along with the steady heartbeat echoing in her ears.

She tried to swallow it all back, shoving every worry down the depths of her subconscious.

“You don't have to risk that, Beomgyu… You can still be my best friend but… gosh, can you let me think about this?” She can’t help but trample over her words, she released her voice too soon without properly laying out her game plan choice of words. 

Yumi didn’t expect herself to be this shaken. What the hell?

“No sweat but… I am incredibly sorry, I think it's such bad timing that I'm confessing.” A panicked chuckle escaped his lips, his palm meeting the cold sweat-filled sideburn of his. He breathes out of exasperation. “I don't ever want to be that asshole that comes along your way when you're clearly still heartbroken. I know I can be an ass with all that teasing and getting on your nerves but—”

“I know you, Beomgyu,” she cuts him off, quickly whilst breathing slowly as if to instruct him to mirror her. “So no need to get that so worked up.”

It was also a way to prevent her anxiety from taking over. Some part of her is scared to make the same mistakes she did with Jaemin, like jumping in too soon the moment some opportunity presents itself. And Beomgyu doesn’t deserve to get trampled along her recklessness. 

Yes, she thought that through before getting into a relationship with him. But she felt that she should’ve done more than just be carried away with mere chemistry.

But it's different with Beomgyu.

Yumi knows it but… why does it still feel like butterflies are raging in her caged chest?

She'll be honest then. This is Choi Beomgyu we’re talking about. The sincerity in his eyes stayed the same as his intent look on hers that didn’t leave her for a hot minute.

Her hands trail along his chest, she’s a bit agitated to even let a slight sliver of pump be heard by her. As she’s scared if it is as loud as hers right now. 

Her fingers found the fabric of his crimson and gold tie, it’s almost always crooked, reflecting how rowdy this lion could get. Yet he always seems to look strong and so welcoming. 

I guess some things remain the same as they did when they were in their first years together.

Some things remain and linger, it’s the same person still.

We’re both just growing up together. 

No wonder I’m afraid for it all to fade to dust in just a snap…

“I don't know when or how but…” she rasps, her eyes wavered with water for a moment. “Maybe I was just putting off the thoughts and chances to be with you because what we have is already too precious for me to lose.”

“You won't lose me even as your lover, Yumi,” Beomgyu responds. “Think of it like an upgrade from all the bantering we have, our bond remains the same….”

“What if I don't want it to be?”

Beomgyu slowly nods, blinking slowly to acknowledge her. “It's bound to change but it's still ‘Yumi and Beomgyu’ in it, right?”

She can’t help but chuckle at that, shaking her head in relief. A coy smile slightly agape is evident in her. “You really are good at convincing, Choi Beomgyu.”

“No rush, I've waited for so long,” he chimes. “What's a few more times, right?”

Her mouth agape wider upon hearing that. “Since when…”

“Let's not mind the many chances slipped away of me being an idiot,” said Beomgyu, fast in brushing off any attempts to push the topic. At least not now.

“So it all goes back to you being an idiot huh….”

“Yumi…”

It's as if the way he said her name on his distracting lips sent alarm bells in her system. She advanced forward, leaning closer into his space.

To where the trajectory of her thoughts is aiming, she just wants to get closer to her goal either way. Yumi shuts both her eyes along her thoughts of the ever-pestering butterflies in her system.

Fuck it.

Yumi kisses him, square in the lips to prevent him from spurring further nonsense. This goes along with him no longer reverting to talk about his idiotic failed attempts, right?

Seeing his eyes flutter close and ease at her impromptu plan, he seems to agree along her way. His walls are cascading down as seconds pass.

His hand landed on the sides of her face, the other supporting the nape of her neck, while her other hand supported herself by the surface of the armchair nearby.

Feeling herself melt and her legs turning jelly, she swiftly grabbed on his coat to balance herself right up. Her whole body felt like it was suspending and levitating gradually on the warm sensation. It’s so quick to get lost into cloud nine on how sweet and tender every kiss gets with Beomgyu.

Even on how pent-up he was all these years, fuck… is this how gentle he treats me?

It’s the polar opposite of how his mouth can run kilometers worth of insults and gosh, the tantamount teasing, but he tastes sweet as candy once kissed.

Ah, she’s painted crimson red at the idea of being held gently like this by Beomgyu.

Why didn’t she dive headfirst sooner into his arms like this?

Like crashing into deep waters, Beomgyu’s current and effect on her body easily sweep her off her feet on how he touches her skin.

Beomgyu flopped her up on the seat as he continued to plant kisses on her face.

He looks at her momentarily, eyes soft and hazy all the same as if he lets his pupils do the talking, asking her for permission if he can touch her and explore her where his glances may land.

“Here?” she clarifies, almost breathless as their lips parted. Is this where he meant? Yumi guides his arms by her chest, her heart is thumping so loud it’s deafening in both her ears.

“I meant here…” He whispered, lowering his hands to her delicate waist. Yumi felt his fingers tapping patiently on her clothed hips. She buried her face momentarily in his equally loud chest.

His ears quickly stained red at how Yumi went there too soon.

“You have all of me.” Her voice was slightly muffled, but she quickly tilted her head upwards, and her kiss landed by his chin.

“Let’s take it slow.” He firmly holds both her shoulders, caressing it gently as if to calm her down. “We just confessed to each other, hmmm?”

“Right… sorry, I’m still new to this.” Her eyes shy away from his, actions evident of her impatience and persistence. 

She managed to just return her hands on his chest, to his necktie that she’s eagerly anticipated to remove since earlier. 

But she must restrain herself, for now.

“At least I’m not new to you…” he beams, his warm hands finally landing by her fingers, squeezing her hands endearingly. He placed a chaste kiss on the back of her hand. “Just… a new label of the relationship between us. But we’re still best friends, okay? Another status just added.”

“Thanks for reminding me that, it’s an easy to bypass thing even though that’s obvious.”

She hugged him, burying her face on his stomach. Yumi squishes him further then shakes her head deeper onto his torso. Beomgyu pats her head, kissing the top of her head while he caresses her hair down.

Beomgyu chuckles at her cute gesture. Still on cloud nine on any of this happening right now. 

They still had a lot to talk about, and the thoughts of today’s study session were tossed out the window.

“You guys are awfully quiet,” Yeonjun states the obvious, noticing the two averting their eyes at each other for the past hour or so and just focusing on their plates. Is the meat that good that they're speechless? 

The Slytherin also grabbed a handful by the serving to check for himself. 

But he digressed.

“A bit too quiet.” Yeonjun squinted his eyes at them, feeling the suspicious shift in the atmosphere. His eyes did not leave them for a second that it caused him to spill some of the sauce on the edge of his plate. Bora tsks her tongue on his mess.

Beomgyu just chewed on his food, giving him a brief glance but remained quiet.

“Finally,” Soobin says under his breath, feeling the need to blow off some sarcasm. He hasn't done one for his streak yet for today.

“Like some peace and quiet huh?” Kai added fuel to the fire, he chortles as Soobin smirks his way.

Bora nudges them, quickly putting off the usual, running-their-mouths ambiance.

Strangely without the usual participation of the Top Two Banterers of the group.

The Ravenclaw joins Yeonjun in staring at the two. Bora did notice their odd behavior since they gathered in the Great Hall. But it's unlikely any of their arguments occurred that they turned sour like this. It's been years since they lost it, and took weeks to reconcile like little kids. They're already in their final year for goodness sake. Or is it? Like what the hell is up with these two now?

Yumi was first to finish eating and carries off her plate but Beomgyu beats her to it, cleaning her space.

She just perks her brow at him, no means of verbal interaction left their mouths as they conversed with their eyes. Spoken like two close best friends.

Beomgyu just brushes off her glares.

And the gang is left pondering over their strange quietness.

They gathered by the side of the hallway, parting ways as some had classes to attend to. Yumi still checked on them though.

“We're heading to the library, wanna come?” Yumi asked in the most casual tone of hers, looking nonchalant as she was right beside Beomgyu.

Like you two? Yeonjun asks in his mind. He stares at them momentarily, back and forth in an animated way to get his point across without speaking.

The group exchange looks.

Taehyun lays out his hand declining, landing at Beomgyu’s neatly pleated tie. His eyes landed on Beomgyu's chin, a tinge of pink smeared on his skin. Similar to the shade Yumi was wearing…

Taehyun perks a brow then grins at the two. “Nah, we wouldn't want to get in the way of your date. Go on.”

“Huh?” Yumi's face is in sync with Beomgyu’s upon hearing that. They might've rubbed onto each other too much.

She just shakes her head, looking at the others if they have the same thing in mind and if they're going or not. 

They also implied negative. 

“Suit yourself,” she says, shrugging off while Beomgyu again initiates to take her bag off her shoulder.

The two start at their own pace to walk away from the group.

“Bora-yah,” Taehyun whispers to his fellow Ravenclaw while he gestures to her to follow their gaze at them till the two leave. 

When the coast is clear, he utters. “See? They didn't even deny it.” Taehyun gestures to his chest and necktie. “And… Beomgyu almost always never neats his tie that way… unless…?”

Bora turns to him, mouth agape as she’s putting together the puzzle pieces. “OMG. Are you for real?”

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gryffindor!beomgyu x fem!hufflepuff!reader ft. slytherin!jaemin | txt ft. nct dream ff. ✦ (6/8) [series fic] !!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here } tags: fluff cw: friendship/love, bestie-lovers energy, frenemies vibe, friends to lovers, lots of bantering, tutoring, teasing, crushes, confessions, jealousy, tension, slow burn, unrequited love, love triangle, hurt-comfort, eventual smut lol, break up, eventual happy ending, FLUFF!!! ! not that comfy w/ 2nd POV, but hope 3rd POV is good for y'all ♡ word count: 1.8k

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 7 | part 8

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It didn’t help with Yumi’s spiraling state that Jaemin broke up with her. 

Well, this was her on the last days of the previous semester. 

Now, it’s just the beginning of their final school year, they’re all gathered up in the Great Hall when the topic is brought up.

“What was the reason?” Bora asked. 

Yumi shrugs, just sad, but it was great while it lasted. “And we’re on good terms, so no worries.”

“That’s not exactly what I’m worried about, Yumi-yah.” Bora pouts, sighing as she looks too solemn for her own good. And for her to leave out the details? Not exactly in character for Lee Yumi.

“I’ll be fine.” Yumi pressed. “It’s great that we tried…”

They only got together for a few months? The three months were more than good enough really.

Yumi shuffles a bit in her seat, fiddling her fingers nonchalantly. “It happened over the course of summer… we eventually faded away then broke up.”

Distance was the problem? Meh.

“That’s dramatic.” Soobin comments, making Bora nudge him hard at his snark tone. 

Yumi took no mind of it as it was, indeed, a bit of a dramatic way to put it.

Throughout the summer, it just so happens that when Beomgyu got injured, it was the end of the semester. It gave time for him to focus on healing. It also gave a chance for Yumi, and some of the gang to spend some time hanging out due to proximity, staying in the same city.

Unlike her and Jaemin… but it’s better off this way.

It helped how she got distracted throughout the summer and just focused on herself.

“Finally, she woke up,” Yeonjun mutters, making Taehyun immediately elbow his side. Soobin and him surely are of the same feather. His mouth is truly something else. Even if you yank out the sleep-deprived part of him right now.

Nothing is new though. 

Beomgyu is still nowhere in sight. Or does he already know?

Soobin ponders but immediately brushes off the thought incoming. Nah, they wouldn’t approve that he immediately makes a move on her after a breakup. And they know enough he has respect for Yumi to not be an A-hole like that to take advantage of her vulnerability.

Wait, how did the thought go to Beomgyu—

“So it was mutual? The breakup or…?” Taehyun rolled the dice.

“Oh…” Yumi blinks, oddly surprised as it’s not an obvious thing to be picked up. “Jaemin called it off, but we talked it through properly before parting ways.”

The boys looked at each other, exchanging brain cells of what they may be feeling off of what might have happened. Bora slightly picks up the radar as easily as she picks up her food using her chopsticks.

There’s something…

Speak of the devil.

Beomgyu joins in, already recovered. Just as if nothing happened as he just casually sits down and joins them all composed.

“You preparing for the big test?” His eyes are directed at the dispassionate Yumi.

The moment he joins in, this is his upfront greeting.

“It’s the start of the school year, Beomgyu.”  Her bland response aligns with her unenthusiastic expression. She rolls her eyes as Beomgyu continues to elbow her energetically. “Yeah, yeah… I know we’re graduating so we need to take it seriously with the N.E.W.T.s. coming…”

He pursed his lips, taking it down a notch seeing her not matching energy levels. 

As if his mask was stripped off, Beomgyu just shrugs, passively as he levitates some food onto his plate. “Just keeping you back up to pace, chum. How about we get you some tutoring from your good ‘ol Mr. Choi, hmmm?”

“Urgh, he’s loud as fuck.” It managed to slip a slight smirk off her lips, she heavily sighs as Yumi noticed herself give in. “Again, I know this is your usual tactic to lighten me up. But get back to me after a week or two, then I’ll get to ya, Mr. Choi.”

“Ouch, treated as a business partner.” Beomgyu scorned, he crossed his hands. “As if you didn’t tend me last summer vacation.”

“Not in the mood, Gyu.” Yumi rolls her eyes, chomping harshly like the meat in her mouth. “I haven’t rejected your offer yet.”

“Well…” The conversation between them quickly died down. Amid their little bubble, the guys’ eyes on them are wide as they exchange looks. So it’s Beomgyu who will replace Yumi’s “tutor”?

It’s a way to distract each other, and Beomgyu knows and they know that she needs to get back on track. Like, this is nothing out of the ordinary, this was the usual even before being involved with Jaemin. They gather as a group and have their weekly study sessions. And it’s better now that they're more accustomed to their academics than last year. They can focus more properly now.

Them hanging out together as a group helped tremendously as it was easier for them to keep on track. But one rainy day, it just so happens that Yumi and Beomgyu were left alone; just the two of them.

“Finally decided to be my friend again?” Beomgyu speaks, his hand on his waist as Yumi approaches them. Yeonjun and Soobin are with him as if sending them off.

She perks her brow at the sudden attack. “I was always your friend, what the fuck?”

“Not that I was feeling any of it, doofus.” He purses his lips, emphasizing the cold treatment on their group sessions. She was there but not quite the most pleasant towards him. The two weeks in business days was just unbearable for him.

Soobin and Yeonjun weren’t having any of it.

“Aish, we’re already graduating and y’all still run your mouths?” Yeonjun had his face scrunched up. 

Soobin quickly brushes them off.

“Just don’t go strangling each other. We’re heading off to the fields now.” He says, waving off as if telling off his kids. 

Yeonjun has Quidditch practice, and before they walk away, he’s as if gawking his eyes out as he points his fingers to his eyes and then to the two. Most especially at Beomgyu.

But Ah yes, the air is different. Like there’s a lingering tension. A different tension, like different.

Yumi didn’t take any mind off any of this, just letting off Beomgyu as he took her books from her to carry. And off they went to the library.

It’s not a big of a deal. 

Beomgyu is also knowledgeable of the subject they’re tackling for today’s agenda. They can manage even if the others have their personal plans.

What’s different today? Was it the mild mildewy air? The rain pattering filtering the atmosphere that it added to one's desire for warmth at the drop of temperature? 

As opposite the heated gazes they spat at each other, the shift made them stir to a familiar memory lane. The array of books displayed across the shelves may be to blame. They may not withstand the amount of stories untold in each page, they would want to continue and preserve their memories like books.

Ah, the entrapment of flowery words. A poet is damned.

Yumi found herself lost in a garden of words as she scribbled nonsense in her notebook. But she had to be engulfed back to reality.

They were serious but something seemed off with the vibes, now that she thought about it— or is it because they touched a subject of sentiment?

There was a sudden pull of nostalgia in each other’s eyes. The closeness of her breathing altered his thought process, she’s too close, he felt her alluring warmth. 

Beomgyu had to swallow back an abrupt nerve of agitation. 

“You frustrated me,” she told Beomgyu. Yumi was so caught up looking at her lap that she didn’t get to see the aftermath of what her staring did to the Gryffindor guy.

“I just miss us being in the feel of it in our usual antics back then.” Yumi best managed to construct the ache in her chest. There was a feeling of loss; as if it could never be brought back; not in the same intensity of emotion as in the past. Their lenses were not that clouded with the vision they have right now that they have grown past that certain youth threshold.

As much as Beomgyu sees Yumi’s perspective, he has a different take on it. Spinning his Muggle pen of a contraption, a slight laughter escaped his lips.

“And that isn’t a bad thing?” He says as normal and expected to harbor such fear or whatever anxiety occurs in one's heart at some point. “We’re also here to create new memories together, at least we’re here, right?”

She had to pause, looking at the said source of the words to seep in its meaning and its meaning from her best friend’s heart.

Yumi faintly smiles. “That’s a nice way to put it.”

As gloomy and frigid as the ventilation in the vast room brings, it wavered a different tinge of light for Yumi on how she views Beomgyu at this moment. Now that they’re graduating… they expect that they have matured now. Hopefully.

But still clueless, as it seems.

In the midst of the crowded library, Jaemin sees quite a deafening atmosphere between the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor’s resolved focus. Even as Yumi and Beomgyu both had their lips sealed, their strong gazes in their own little force field said otherwise.

Jaemin subdued himself behind an adjacent bookshelf, not making his presence known nor daring to break the bubble the two created.

He admits, there was still a flutter of butterflies seeing a glimpse of the familiar girl in his sight, they had a bond at some point after all. But he’s mostly okay now; assured even as he sees her accompanied by the reliable lion in her stead.

If you were Jaemin, one may feel it’s better off, especially since he can see that Yumi and Beomgyu are more deserving to be together.

Like Gurl, from miles away from just watching them, you can pick up how they’re running in circles on how they interact with each other. Years of playing cat and mouse even…

And I just can’t bring myself to go in between that further.

Mostly Jaemin is just looking back at the good times with Yumi. He shakes his head in amusement.

Yeah, they’re both idiots in love.

Jaemin is lowkey rooting for them to end up together soon.

He sees the way Beomgyu is looking at her, for so long, it’s hard to ignore and deny he’s down bad.

It’s not hard to spot a fellow guy liking someone. And it’s not just when she was his girlfriend… Even before, Jaemin noticed. He kinda feels bad he shoot his shots, but it’s fine they tried.

It worked till it didn’t.

He and Yumi decided on their differences; they didn’t have chemistry other than the physical and wits aspect. Jaemin enjoyed the times and decided to end on good terms, parting ways.

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