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beomglocks · 2 months

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☆.｡.:* pairing: asshole ceo!hyuka x assistant!reader

☆.｡.:* warnings & other : enemies to less hated enemies/lovers, kai is an asshole, very mean, reader is nonchalant, sub!reader, softdom!kai but like meandom aura idk how to explain it, reader lowkey likes kai but like hell no that's ur boss!, unless..., idk if i will ever expand on this concept but fhwuwe i just love the thought of mean CEO kai, im back just for this ig

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you hum to yourself quietly, picking up a white collared shirt that you believe best fits the vibe of the upcoming business meeting.

"what do you think of this one?" you ask calmly. you watch silently as your boss glances up briefly from his phone to look at the attire you've chosen. he cranes his neck back and forth before groaning dramatically.

"i hate it."

you stare at him with a neutral expression on your face as he goes back to gluing his eyes to his phone as if whatever he was doing on there was more important than the task at hand. "that's the fifth one today sir," you speak up.

there's not a hint of mockery in your tone whatsoever. you're just doing your job after all. was it easy? hell no. however, you weren't about to let this stuck up brat get you out of line.

you were used to kai's constant demands. as his secretary and right hand women it's only normal for you to be able to deal with whatever bullshit was thrown your way. you were tougher than he gave you credit for and he had never acknowledged it but you were the only one who had stuck around.

the thing was, kai was used to getting everything he wanted but that all halted once you became his assistant.

normally he could get anything and anyone no matter what. the latest car or prettiest girl to play around with, you name it. he had a habit of fucking around with his assistants until you showed up. the moment you stepped into his office for the interview you were already on his hit list. thankfully you had a friend who worked here already so you knew of his advances towards the woman he worked with.

"its a good thing you're pretty, we'll look good standing next to each other," he had quipped once you sat down. you had held a straight face and answered plainly, not giving in to his advances.

"with all due respect sir, im here to work, not be a trophy on a wall to you." you still remember the way scoffed at you. as if to say, "we'll see". you can tell he didn't like that one bit.

sure, he had hired you despite the rudeness you gave him on the first encounter, why wouldn't he? your resume was impressive. long list of amazing companies he rivaled with in the past and you were smart. sure, he cared about all that in the grand scheme of things but he mainly hired you because you were his type. however, he kept you on a tight leash. metaphorically but he wouldn't be opposed if it were literal. he knew you weren't the type to condone his flirtatious advances and he hated that so he made your life a living hell in return.

no longer was he the boss who occasionally flirted with you and held the door open whenever you were running late. no. he had turned into somewhat of a tyrant, throwing fits over you not liking him in that way and penalizing you for even being just a second late. everyone in the office knew it was never a good day for you if you had to physically be around him.

he sighs, throwing his phone haphazardly on his bed. he rubs his face with his hands as if he's trying to cool himself off from exploding at you. you put the shirt down on the chair closest to the walk in closet, preparing for whatever he has to say to you.

"y/n-" he pauses to look up at you. his blonde hair is strewn all over the place and he has a bored expression. his eyes are narrowed and the way he's looking at you should make you feel small but it doesn't work. at least not outwardly. you'd be lying if you said the way he looked at you didn't make you throb a bit. but you couldn't and wouldn't ever let him win. you didn't care if he was nice or mean to you.

right now though, he's clearly masking the irritation in his eyes with a neutral face.

"i give you the keys to my very expensive, very lavish house not so you can chastise me about my fashion choices and my likes and dislikes but so that you can do your goddamn job and choose the best option for me."

"if i knew what i wanted to fucking wear i wouldn't have hired you in the first place don't you think?" he finishes. you raise your eyes row when he curses at you but remain silent.

he must've really been in a bad mood to curse at you because you don't think he's ever done that. he was mean but never to the point of swearing at you. that's how you knew today he wasn't having it.

he walks up to your still figure at the front of the closet. you're significantly shorter than him which he uses as a way to assert his dominance. he holds your jaw and inspects your face. he hates that you have such an indifferent expression on your face, you swear you see his eye twitch a bit.

"i hate that stupid look on your face," he mutters. "i curse at you and you don't even flinch, i flirt with you and you turn me down.. what do i do to break you?" he asks more to himself than you.

he holds that position for a while, waiting for anything, any sign that will help him out in this situation. you purse your lips because you know exactly what he's waiting for.

an invitation.

"im just here to do my job kai. i don't want to fool around with you." you say. "no matter how you are," you say to yourself. you hope your voice isn't faltering because kai has always respected your personal space but now he's all in your face. "are you serious? you're telling me you haven't thought of me fucking the mess out of you not even once. i mean.." he glances at his king bed for a second. "we're in my room right now, don't be so crass, its offensive.." he smiles a bit at his own intentions.

you hold your stare to the best of your abilities although the wetness that's pooling in your underwear is telling you to just give in. sure, he's your boss, your hot boss who has mentioned time and time again how badly he craves you, so what harm is it?

before you almost let your pussy do the thinking, suddenly you remember the fact that he only wants you just to say he broke you. it was almost like a game to him and you were the prize. you definitely weren't gonna let him win.

you clear your throat, trying to pull away from his grasp. "your meeting will be soon can we please get you dressed?" you say it with so much monotonous that it causes kai to blow another short fuse.

with a light shove he removes his hands from your jaw and sighs heavily. "the day i fuck the indifference out of you will be the day this whole building hears my name," he says to himself as if already imagining how it'll go down. "but it's ok, i suppose i can keep playing this game."

he turns around to look at you still standing stupidly near the closet.

"although im not sure how much longer im willing to play."

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beomglocks · 7 months

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it's been so long since i logged in tumblr omg i missed u so much how have u been???

-🍒

CHERRY ANON OMG it’s been so long forreal 😭 how have you been!!

I’ve been good although I haven’t really been active on here but i really want to be,,, im surprised with how patient ppl are lol

#🍒 anon #haven’t used that one in a while

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beomglocks · 10 months

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BAHAHAHA- I love this so much

- i can’t believe it’s been that long.. when I wrote part 1 I honestly never thought you guys would like it so much (my ask box is full of ppl asking for part 2) 😅😅😅😅😅😅😅

-soon soon I PROMISE

dear @beomglocks,

i’m writing this from my most recent cellular device in hopes of reaching you.

i would like to inform you that it has been 740 days (also known as 2 years and 10 days) since you’ve last updated sidewalks: one of, if not THE most brilliant idea of street racer Beomgyu.

i’m inquiring about any thoughts of furthering the best Beomgyu AU to ever grace the mind of MOAs everywhere. i believe part 2 was suggested, but she is no where to be seen.

i hope this post reaches you well.

i look forward to your response, whatever it may hold.

sincerely, user robinobsessed

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beomglocks · 1 year

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PLEASE TELL ME YOURE FINISHING UNLIKEY ALLIES UGHHH 💔💔

i was working on it today actually ! I’ve been ia but I’m usually always working on something, I just don’t post it 💀

#i not even gonna tease you guys by saying things like UA SOONNNN bc it’s not coming anytime soon #i MIGHT post things here and there

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beomglocks · 1 year

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i forgot i did this

in the middle ; c.yj

summary : it wasn’t supposed to go this far right?

pairing : yeonjun x reader x beomgyu (?)

warnings & other : cheating, angst (?), requested, slightly suggestive???

w/c : 1.4K

to be fair, you didn’t know it would go this far.

was it your fault that choi beomgyu was the kindest most charismatic person alive? no. was it your fault you warned him that you were already dating the most possessive and jealous person in the world aka choi yeonjun and he had responded with: “well it’s not like we’re doing anything.”? absolutely not.

what is your fault is the fact that you still went along with it. when beomgyu told you that you both wouldn’t be doing anything you knew that was bullshit. he’s handsome as fuck and you’re slightly attracted to him. hell yeah, something’s definitely happening.

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beomglocks · 1 year

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mtl in txt to be brat tamer💗

OK LETS GO,, *um this is extremely self indulgent bc i myself am a brat so i can see myself in these situations* I’m sorry in advance

yeonjun

let’s just get this out the way, yeonjun is a brat tamer. no no he’s THE brat tamer. you may be asking yourself why but look at the way he treats beomgyu who is txt’s main culprit. he won’t take disrespect. absolutely no sucking of teeth, no rolling your eyes, and NO pouting. if you talk back well there goes your ass. spanking is main form of punishment, no further explainations. you need a safe word with him bc as soon as he feels like you’re being a little too bratty for it to be cute he’s like “cmon let’s go” you’re like 😒 but also kind of alarmed????? i feel like he can get really serious like he’s like “i said bring your ass here 🤨” you’re like no I’m not going to you leave me alone. DOES THAT THING WHERE HE POKES THE INSIDE OF HIS CHEEK W HIS TONGUE AND DOES A SARCASTIC CHUCKLE. will lean close to you a whisper “threats”” in your ear that have you squirming. yeah no, he will drag your ass to the bed and bend you over til you’re apologizing. honestly yall just like playing each others game.

taehyun

tbh i feel like he will tolerate it til it gets too much. he thinks you being a brat is cute like it’s endearing to him. he just looks at you fondly like “awww you’re so cute thinking you have all the control rn!! 🥰” tbh it’s just fun to rile him i feel like,, as soon as you talk back (which he hates) he’s like “what was that?” if you’re feeling extra bratty and you repeat it he’s like “yeah i thought so..what punishment will it be today” OMG taehyun is really the type to be oblivious as to why you’re acting so bratty it’s like he likes messing with you. phrases like “what’s gotten into you :(“ “why are you acting like such a brat” “you’re my good girl right? why are you acting out” but obviously you’re always like this he’s just having fun.

honestly the others i cant see being brat tamers. soobin & kai will cave to anything and prob let you run rampid. like idk maybe soobin just a bit like theres moments where he would absolutely have to put you in your place but its not really his thing. being with sookai you are literally their little angel no matter if you are acting like the devil reincarnate. beomgyu is literally the brat, change my mind on this one.

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beomglocks · 1 year

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GOOOOOOD MORNING WOOOOORLLLLD!!!

#kang taehyun #that’s all #tomorrow x together #sir

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beomglocks · 1 year

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untitled ; k.th

warnings & other : clueless tae is clueless, very suggestive, dirty minded reader, they are thirsty asf, softdom!tae if you squint, mention of food & cooking, mention of oral?, established relationship

you hum watching taehyun cook. you seriously had no idea he could cook this well until recently. it wasn’t until he busted out a plate of kimchi fried rice the other day that you started to realize why he’d been hauling himself in the kitchen for extended amounts of time lately. a part of you almost regrets opting for the popsicle in your hand right now.

“god that looks good,” you mumble, although your eyes are now looking past the food on the stove, taehyun doesn’t notice.

was he really putting that much effort into creating this dish that all of the veins on his arm up to his hand were prominently on display? “mm,” he hums. “i told you the food would be ready soon but-“ he cuts himself off looking at you with a lighthearted grin.

you’ve never been one to be patient. taehyun told you the food would be ready in 20 but 3 minutes in and you were pulling out a popsicle from the freezer to ease your hunger. “sorry?” you laugh, hiding your heated face behind the half eaten treat.

he goes back to cooking not minding that you shadow over him. you’re usually not a very big distraction so he lets you near him while he cooks.

you continue to stare at the veins on his hands, mindlessly sucking on the frozen food. unconsciously, you manage to fit whatever’s left of it all in your mouth. you hum once again, the sensation of the cold popsicle hitting the back of your throat but quickly melting away makes you chuckle to yourself.

it’s a fleeting thought but suddenly the image of you sucking your boyfriend off pops into your mind. you want to smack yourself as your face heats up.

this time, tae looks up at the sound of your previous laugh. his eyes trail down to your lips, the popsicle stick still tucked between your lips. he frowns when he notices the rainbow trail of juice dribbling down your chin. “you’re such a messy eater,” he concludes. he uses his free hand to bring up to your face and using his finger, picks up the leftover juice. “ahh,” he opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out slightly so that you can do it to.

“there we go,” he gently places his finger on your tongue and you lick up the leftover juice from it. you’re too stunned by his actions to speak but thankfully he does it for you. “you should be more careful y/n,” he scolds. “it’s not good to be wasteful.” he goes back to cooking like that didn't just happen.

you clear your throat nervously as you look between him and the food. "j-just let me know when the foods ready.."

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beomglocks · 1 year

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room 17 ; c.bg

summary : there is something off about this party and one of it's patrons could have all the answers you need

pairing : demon!beomgyu x reader

warnings & other : idk wtf this is ok, suggestive, lots of making out, nudity, drug and alcohol usage, dry humping (?), some gaslighting if you squint, shotgunning, slight exhibitionism, mention of anxiety, slightly inspired by that one scene in devilman crybaby but i haven't seen the anime in a min so lets just say loosely inspired by, some peer pressuring to take sips of some shit, i keep writing abt demons but maybe i have a hidden kink or smth idk let me live, its october so its spooky fic time

w/c : 2k+

you're sure the smell of weed and alcohol is roaming through the air but you're too numb to it at this point to tell. the bass boosted version of some song you don't even recognize is blaring through your ears as well and you hope no one tries to talk to you because you won't be able to hear them.

during your time here, several people have bumped into you with lazy drunk "excuse me's" and "i'm sorry's". you're not one to be too irritable but you can't help but feel like they're a bit targeted. you've already had to mumble a few "it's ok's" here and there but you swear if anyone else elbows the air out of you, you'll riot.

before coming here your friend ryujin had informed you what it would be like. she had met a girl on campus the other day who was pretty enough to convince her to come to this party. you were wary, reminding your friend that just because someone was hot didn't mean they had the best intentions.

alas, your advice fell on deaf ears as she tried over and over to now convince you.

you should've figured she would stretch the truth a bit to actually get you to come. "it's just a small social gathering. just people we know and the girl i met, i promise." you wonder if these were the words spewed onto her by the girl she met. of course, you stupidly believed her, and once you were about a couple houses away it was too late to turn back. you had already spent 2 hours picking out the perfect halloween costume which happened to be a dark angel. the outfit was sexy and you put it on ironically since you knew if it was going to be a small get together with people you knew, you could all joke about it. however, you realized your foolishness once you saw the led flashing lights from outside the house and screams and cheers of drunk teens at whoever was showing off in the middle of the living room.

definitely not a small get together.

now you were stuck in an uncomfortable flashy outfit with ryujin speaking to you about something that you can't even hear, drunk sweaty people in either little to no clothing or stuffy outfits bumping into you and loud ass chatter and music banging into your cranium. you don't wanna get cranky and ruin the vibe or ryujin's vibe for that matter but you wanna get out of here.

"how's the iced tea?" ryujin motions to your cup with hers. you mentally cringe at how she has to yell over the music just to speak to you. you sigh looking down at your cup, "dare we even call it that?" ryujin laughs at your stale excuse of a joke.

you wouldn't say you were at the heart of the party but you weren't exactly too far from it. you both were chilling by a wall just chatting. occasionally, someone would come up to ryujin and spark some sort of conversation. naturally, you backed off, not being much of a social butterfly yourself.

"hey ryujin," a girl a couple inches taller than you comes up to you both. from what ryujin told you about the girl she met this must be her. she is pretty and you can forgive ryujin for giving into her charms. "i see you brought your friend," the girl almost purrs out. she gives you a once over and smirks causing you to shiver. she's pretty but there's a predatory glint in her eyes that you catch. sure, you're attracted to girls as well as men but if this was going to turn into something you couldn't control, you were out.

"is that ok?" ryujin asks the girl. the girl ponders on that thought for a moment and you think she may kick you out but she bites her lip, leaning closer to your friend teasingly. "the more the merrier."

after that encounter, ryujin leaves you to mingle with the girl. you're not mad at her, just a little bit disappointed. she left you to the wolves so to speak, now you're left to fend for yourself. you sigh, swirling whatever concoction was in your cup. maybe you shouldn't have let her convince you to come. being alone at home wouldn't have been that bad. you wouldn't have anything to do, sure, but it was better than standing alone in a crowd of people you didn't know.

you down the rest of your drink but pause mid sip when you feel eyes on you. you slowly lower the cup and look around subtly. it wasn't crazy to think someone was eyeing you since you were wearing a pretty revealing outfit but you could almost feel the gaze burn holes into you. you couldn't even see anyone who was blatantly looking at you, too many bodies dancing in rhythm.

"whatever," you mumble. you conclude that you need just a tad bit more to drink so you head over to the kitchen. it takes some shoving and pushing to get there as the party seemed to garner more arrivals but thankfully when you reach the kitchen it's not as packed. you locate the supposed "iced tea" and dip your cup into the strangely sparkly liquid. you wonder what they put into it to make it look a pretty purple color rather than the usual golden brown.

you're too amazed with the color of the drink to notice a boy come up to you. "hey," a voice pulls you from your admiring. you look up to see a boy with long dark hair covering most of his eyes and completely dark attire to match. if you were just a little drunker, you would joke about accidentally having a couples outfit with this dude.

you notice him blatantly eye your figure and wonder if his gaze was the one you were feeling earlier. at this, you shift your weight between your feet anxiously. "you look new here," he says. his face is stoic, slightly devoid of emotion but you can sense a bit of curiosity. "what do you mean by that?" you ask.

he licks his lips, wetting the chappyness. "these kinds of parties happen every friday and i've never seen you here before," he explains. really, every friday. you've never heard of these parties up until maybe a day ago. this guy doesn't even seem like the type to frequent these kinds of scenes to be able to recognize a newcomer from a regular.

"am i that obvious?" you flirt with a wink. you sway slightly and you see the way his fingers twitch at wanting to hold you steady. he smiles, moving closer to you little by little but not enough to make you uncomfortable. good, he's not a creep.

"what are you even supposed to be?" you ask, motioning to his outfit with your free hand. he chuckles a little and looks up, as if racking his brain to come up with something that would fit or make sense. he looks back down at you with a smirk. "a demon."

you don't know if maybe you've had too much iced tea but you think you see his eyes flash red. you shake it off, you're thinking too deep into it. "that's hot," you acknowledge.

"and you're cute," he winks. he pulls out a prerolled blunt from his pocket, lighting it in front of you and sticking it between his lips. you watch him take a slow drag and blow it out into the party's loud atmosphere. "you might wanna drink a little more, it's about to get crazy in here."

he motions to the iced tea and you show him your cup. "i've got some here already," you laugh. he shakes his head with a smile. "you're gonna need a lot more than that sweetheart."

"want some?" he waves the blunt in your face and you track it with your eyes. you suppose one drag wouldn't hurt. you shrug, putting your cup down. the party's music makes your heart thump along with the beat of the music. it doesn't even need to be this loud, the room isn't even that big. you're sure you'll come out of here with ringing ears.

you watch beomgyu take another long drag and when you think he'll hand you the blunt he leans into you, not quite connecting your lips but close enough.

your eyes widen, slightly caught off guard with the action but catching onto what he's trying to do. his eyes never leave the smoke that's traveling between the both of you while you stare at him.

he only pulls back once all the smoke has gone from him to you. you struggle to not cough it all up but thankfully that doesn't happen and you don't embarrass yourself. he gives a satisfied smile.

"my name is beomgyu by the way," he mentions. you cough just a little bit, downing more of your drink to push back the rest of your coughs. "y/n....and you tell me that after shotgunning?" you joke.

beomgyu shrugs, looking around at the party. "it's getting crowded." he moves you both to the wall you were once standing by. it gives you a good view of the entire party with just enough space that no one should bother you. you manage to spot ryunjin from the migration from the kitchen back to the wall.

her and the girl have starting kissing quite passionately in the middle of a group of sweaty bodies. you cringe at how some naked bodies press up against them due to lack of space but neither ryunjin nor her little friend seem to mind. well, atleast they're having fun.

you look back at beomgyu who is already looking at you. you lean again the wall while he hovers over you, almost like a protective barrier from the rest of the party goers.

"don't worry about the nudity, it happens here," beomgyu reassures. is it that obvious that you're uncomfortable? you can sense the intensity of the party has been turned up a notch. the edm music is faster and you almost feel out of place being fully clothed.

"just let go...go with the flow," beomgyu says. you can barely hear him but you nonetheless nod. he places his hands on your waist, pinching it a little and you lean closer to him in instinct. you give him a smile and he returns it.

you start getting into the groove of the song after not knowing what to do with your body for a second. beomgyu bounces along to the song with you, his hair moving up just high enough for you to catch a glimpse of his forehead. he's attractive and a voice in your head is blaring in alarm. you have to remind yourself of the advice you gave ryunjin before you guys got here.

speaking of, you peek around beomgyu's shoulder to see if you can catch a glimpse of her again but what you see shocks you even more.

some people have taken the liberty of playing with others rests and grinding their naked bodies on one another. you try to frantically look over beomgyu's shoulder to make sure ryujin is in your line of sight not getting harassed but he moves over, effectively blocking your sight.

"your friend is in good hands," beomgyu reassures. "this type of stuff just happens here." you bite your lip not wanting to meet his eyes. "it feels weird..."

you swear you catch another glimpse of his eyes flashing red again but maybe you've just had too much to drink. "y/n im telling you..." you lean back as he leans in for a kiss. your heart is still thumping to the beat of the music and your anxieties are high. it almost feel like you just ate the strongest edible of your life.

"hey..hey.. calm down," beomgyu's sultry voice sounds in your ear. it makes tingles go up your spine. "just close your eyes, you'll be fine," he hums. you breathe out, hoping your mind will listen to him because you feel like it's the only thing you can do right now.

you close your eyes and let the darkness swallow you. the music is still quite loud but beomgyu's wandering hands are enough to ground you. "you look great tonight," beomgyu sighs. you furrow your brows at the sensation of his hands trailing up your waist to your chest. however, he stops before going in too deep.

"you can tell me if you want me to stop and i can send you home if you're uncomfortable~"

you let out a shaky breath, eyes still glued shut. ryujin may be gone but you're relieved you weren't stuck with a pervert for the rest of the night. "i-im ok, you can keep going," to emphasize your point you extend your hands out to his hips and find his belt loops, pulling him closer to you.

he smirks, eyes flashing red. he absolutely revels at how frightened you look despite your words and actions. if this wasn't your first time here maybe he would've completely broken you but he'll hold himself back for now.

"i don't wanna scare you off..." you feel him panting across your neck and suddenly something sharp makes contact. you flinch and squeeze your eyes tight for a moment but the feeling is soon replaced with his lips. you hear him chuckle deeply.

"what are you doing?" your fingers haven't left the hoops of his belt loops so you can feel him being shoved by other people repeatedly, he doesn't seem to mind. "everyone around us is fucking each other," he giggles, of all things.

"huh?" the volume of the music has risen tenfold and you almost find it hard to breathe. not too long after the sound of moaning invades your ears, almost replacing the music. your face gets hot with embarrassment at what's happening right now. what kind of party is this?

"welcome to room 17," you hear beomgyu pant. you battle with your brain to keep your eyes shut or ease your curiosity as to why he keeps panting. your mind wins as you peel one of your eyes open. immediately you're met with a hoard of naked bodies practically morphing into one another as they have heated sex.

you quickly turn away to find the answer to your initial question in the form of beomgyu palming himself through his jeans. his lip is caught between his pointed canines and the space between his eyes has formed frustrated wrinkles as he looks down at you.

his once dark pupils are now blood red and a gasp gets caught in your throat. there's way too much happening right now to process anything.

"don't freak out," he laughs as if an orgy isn't happening right behind him. he sighs as his crotch is pressed against your stomach when someone bumps into him. "shit.."

he unconsciously seeks relief in dry humping the part of you he can feel through his pants. it starts off slow but that frustrates him so he goes a little quicker with each stroke. you sigh every time, somehow the feeling turning you on.

you can almost envision how big he is just based off what you're getting to feel right now. he would split you in two if given the chance, you think.

"this must be so confusing to you huh?" he asks. he slows down but you think he's close. the lower part of your stomach feels hot due to it being the spot where his jeans are rubbing your clothes. "one moment you're drinking with your friend and the next you're being dry humped by a demon? what a night you've had hm?"

he soon gets relentless with his repetitive movements and you feel the back of your head digging into the wall behind you. a couple of seconds later you hear him sigh, he must've came.

"that'll have to do for now," he lets out a ghost of a laugh. "you-" he shushes you. "you don't have to understand any of this y/n, just go home and your friend will meet you there later."

he kisses your exposed shoulder and you open your eyes to stare into his red ones. "your eyes are red.." he shakes his head.

"just go home, you've had a lot to drink," he starts pushing past bodies to get you to the entrance of the party. you try to avert your eyes at everyone's naked and half naked bodies but everywhere you look you see skin.

once you're at the door, beomgyu looks down at you with now normal colored eyes. you almost start to believe you imagined the red irises.

"have a good night y/n," he smiles. he gives you a tender kiss on the lips which feels out of place for the vibe of this entire night. "whenever you decide to come back to room 17 just know i'll always be here~"

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beomglocks · 1 year

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in the morning ; k.th

summary : taehyun tries to keep you safe from the world’s wandering eyes.

pairing : yandere!taehyun x “captive” s/o!reader

warnings & other : angst (?), blood, there’s a dead person, yes the body is described (not in too much detail), enclosed spaces, dehumanization (?), honestly ignore the title i didnt know what to call this

w/c : 1.7k

your bedroom door creaks open allowing a sliver of light to shine onto your bed and down on to your face. you scrunch your face in frustration but merely turn over to face the wall to continue your peaceful slumber.

a finger pokes at your face annoyingly and you swat at it to leave you alone. “my love, wake up,” you hear someone whisper.

you groan but make no indications that you’ll be listening to the annoying voice in your head. you feel something cold drift across your face and down your neck which makes you shiver. when you bring your hand up to your neck to pull it away, you flinch and sit up quickly.

“ow!” you inspect your hand which now has a large bleeding gash from gripping whatever was on your neck. now that you’re semi fully awake, you look up to see taehyun. great, he’s back from doing whatever it is he does at this godforsaken time. you wonder if it’s a normal day when he’s home but no- you know there’s a reason why he’s in your room right now.

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beomglocks · 1 year

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black butterflies and deja vu

summary: you come around, i come undone

pairing: guardian demon!hyuka x reader

warnings & other: angst & fluff, kind of requested but not really, not exactly enemies to lovers but something along those lines, maybe hyuka secret feelings, reader hates kai kind of, in the air relationship, platonic to sort of not but no one says anything, allusions to kai having possessive behavior, slight mention of a breakup & depression, not proofread bc im lazy

w/c: 767

i can't do this anymore. you stare at yourself in the mirror with a blank face. what are you even doing right now? you could simply just forget about him, forget about the years of happiness you had with your now ex boyfriend beomgyu. it would just be as simple as putting on a smile and pretending like it still didn't hurt.

you continue to stare blankly at yourself, slowly making your features bleed into each other until you see a faint cloud of black smoke behind you. you don't move or flinch but your eyes flit in its direction. for a split second, you think you created the image with your mind but you realize soon that the cloud of smoke is very real.

you see his dark hair before you see him entirely and sigh. "what are you doing here?" you ask monotonously. you hoped there would be some spite in your tone but it didn't come out, unfortunately.

the boy finishes forming the rest of his body and stands directly behind you. any other day, you would be terrified of him just appearing behind you and towering over your shorter frame but today you didn't care.

"you're my favorite human," he smiles softly. you see him look down at the top of your head then directly at you through the mirror. his eyes were pitch black and there was no glimmer or shine in this pupils. it made you shiver and he could tell.

"im busy," you spit. he chuckles, patting your shoulders with both hands, "busy sulking?"

"why couldn't i have a guardian angel? why did i have to have a guardian demon? my life would be way better and so much more bearable," you mumble with your head down. you won't admit it out loud but you're afraid of what you'll see when you look up.

hueningkai never liked when you talked down on him. he wasn't mean at all actually, he was fairly nice; to you at least. if you didn't know any better you'd mistake him for an angel but the dark clothes and despair he carried told you otherwise.

you slowly bring your head up when the silence gets too much and hueningkai is staring at you with an unreadable expression but he smiles. "that hurts a little," he holds a hand where his heart would be if he had one.

"who hurt you?" he asks. it doesn't sound like a question on his end but he seems genuinely interested. "beomgyu," you answer without thinking. he knows who that is.

"it's...it's not a big deal though," you look at him through the mirror but he seems to be lost in thought. he hums to himself. "im sorry," he squeezes your shoulders in reassurance and momentarily hesitates with his next actions.

you don't notice the hesitation when he leans down, keeping his chin on your shoulder and arms hanging loosely around your body, caging you in and your back close to his chest.

"this is what humans do when they're sad right?" he asks. a back hug is a little bit intimate but- "thank you," you whisper quietly.

he hums again. he lingers on you for longer than you expect for someone who can't feel emotions. "im a demon so it's in my nature to like to see you suffer..." he trails off. "i like seeing you suffer but only over petty things like losing your phone because i hid it or something, not a breakup," he frowns.

"what are you talking about kai," you sigh, mindlessly playing with his fingers. you can't get the thoughts out of your mind that this moment feels very weird and oddly deep seated but the cold that he's radiating from his body is working at numbing your emotions.

"i guess...i like being the only one who can make you suffer," he says. you drop your hands and stare at him through the mirror. "it feels like i was made to make you suffer but protect you from others who try to make you sad...it feels like you really are mine," he mumbles.

before you have the chance to try to question him on what the hell he's talking about, he stands up straight. "i need to pay someone a visit." you furrow your eyebrows at that. "kai..." you warn. you shouldn't have said anything.

"don't worry i won't do anything permanent." he winks before he leaves in the same cloud of black.

once again you're left alone but with new lingering thoughts in your mind. what am i going to do with this demon.

#kinda missing demon kai #didn’t notice this before but he’s giving yandere #i want more

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beomglocks · 1 year

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black butterflies and deja vu

summary: you come around, i come undone

pairing: guardian demon!hyuka x reader

w/c: 767

you see his dark hair before you see him entirely and sigh. "what are you doing here?" you ask monotonously. you hoped there would be some spite in your tone but it didn't come out, unfortunately.

"im busy," you spit. he chuckles, patting your shoulders with both hands, "busy sulking?"

"who hurt you?" he asks. it doesn't sound like a question on his end but he seems genuinely interested. "beomgyu," you answer without thinking. he knows who that is.

you don't notice the hesitation when he leans down, keeping his chin on your shoulder and arms hanging loosely around your body, caging you in and your back close to his chest.

"this is what humans do when they're sad right?" he asks. a back hug is a little bit intimate but- "thank you," you whisper quietly.

"don't worry i won't do anything permanent." he winks before he leaves in the same cloud of black.

once again you're left alone but with new lingering thoughts in your mind. what am i going to do with this demon.

#kinda missing demon kai #didn’t notice this before but he’s giving yandere #i want more

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beomglocks · 2 years

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omg omg omg ive been wanting to write a familiar!taehyun x witch!reader for so long!

im so glad you released this 🥺🥺🥺 fulfilling my dreams 😌😌

im about to read it but i already know its great luv 😌

fun fact but actually very embarrassing fact: you sent an ask abt a year ago WITH THE IDEA for the fic so it’s been sitting in the drafts for almost over a year

sorry it took THIS LONG but really everytime i tried to write it i got writers block which sucks bc it could’ve been longer but i was like 1.4K words is all my mind will allow for this so so be it 🫠

#guy’s corner #the fic is literally ur idea 😭#tysm i love demon tae and idk personally tsundere tae is best tae #hopefully you liked iiiiiiit!!!

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beomglocks · 2 years

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oh! it's just like magic! : k.th

☆.｡.:*summary : if you could you would shove him back in his stupid little jar. you never want to see him again, not even if your face heats up a little when he gets close to you...nope!

☆.｡.:*pairing : demon!taehyun x witch!reader

☆.｡.:*warnings & other : mini drabble, spooky season fic finally, demon taehyun bc obviously demon fic from user beomglocks, "summoning a demon and now they live with me" trope, enemies to less hated enemies?, enemies to 'there is sexual tension here but no one wants to acknowledge it'

☆.｡.:*w/c : 1.4k

"if you're gonna live in my house could you atleast have some form of decency," you exasperate at the demon currently lounging on your couch.

the demon in question, taehyun, scoffs. he smacks his lips loudly as he munches on some of your food and you swear the vein on the side of your head pulsates which each obnoxious sound. he's doing it to aggravate you, you reason with yourself.

"you tipped over my urn... so no," he giggles, shoving more food into his mouth. you exhale, "i told you a thousand times already! i was cleaning out the collection room and didn't know the cleaning spell on the broom would go haywire."

taehyun shrugs. "ever heard the phrase never keep all your eggs in one basket? no one told you to keep all of your dangerous, haunted items in one room, this isn't the conjuring babe."

you gape at his audacity, choosing to ignore the sudden petname, "shut up, how do you even know what that is." you roll your eyes at him, regaining your attitude.

"what? am i not supposed to know what pop culture is just because i was locked away for thousands of years? i may not have had netflix in there but i have ears," he rolls his eyes at you. "humans are all the same..always looking down on everyone else," he sucks his teeth. you groan miserably at his remark. "that's not what this is about," you whine.

you wished you had just been at least a little bit more careful when cleaning. earlier in the week you had been consoling a grieving woman about her dead boyfriend. she had come to you to find a way to contact him beyond the living world.

despite the many times you'd done this with other people, this time it didn't work. you didn't know why but you had a good clue. perhaps you shouldn't have brought it up with her though.

"did you maybe have some sort of falling out before he died, maybe he doesn't want to be contacted." that was the spark to push her over the edge. you sat in shock afterward as she yelled at you about how perfect her relationship was and how you'd never find anything as real as what they had.

to your absolute horror, she started tossing everything off the table, including the incense and water you used to sense vibrations. you had promptly told her to leave after that.

grumbling and annoyed, you decided that you were way too tired to clean everything manually so you used an auto-clean spell on a broom to do the work for you. unfortunately, your emotions were too much for the spell and it ended up flying everywhere, knocking items and bottles off shelves, causing even more of a mess.

you hadn't even noticed when the broom had knocked over one of the more rarer urns. when did you even acquire this one? you wondered to yourself as you knelt down to inspect the damage. you weren't dumb though. you knew there could be some kind of entity in there who was now loose and to your horror there was.

he was standing over you with a frown and his arms folded across his chest in a disapproving manner. his hair was an ashy gray color and some strands fell over his eyes intentionally. he was good looking, as you'd expect any demon to be and along with that graceful face came even more graceful words.

"look at what you've done, you stupid witch," he mumbles under his breath. the problem with pretty demons is that they lose their beauty once they start insulting you. you had rolled your eyes at this, choosing to ignore how his biceps bulge when he tightens his arms across his chest.

"im sorry ok..." "taehyun" you sigh, "right..taehyun, im sorry."

he tsked, mindlessly kicking the shattered object away from his feet. he looks you up and down and you swear you can see the gears turning in his head. "so what are you gonna do about it?"

you scoff, standing back up only to find that even standing up the demon was taller than you. "seriously, its going to take weeks for me to even find a spell to properly fix this, let alone master it to get you back."

he raises his eyebrow at you and smirks. taehyun shrugs as he paces around the room, toying with the other objects on display.

"well...i guess this means you owe me a new home and I'm stuck with you."

taehyun suddenly appears in front of you, effectively making you drop the broom in surprise. "what the hell do you think you're doing?" you glare up at him, annoyed that he took you out of your flashback.

he doesn't answer right away and you want to hold your glare but you swear you see the tiniest bit of...something other than utter hatred in his eyes and it makes you falter. "w-what is it?" you try to shove him back but he holds his position.

"honestly y/n.." he looks down at you. you feel your face get hot at the sudden seriousness of the situation. he scans your face for a while before the look of intrigue is replaced with disinterest. "you were spacing out and kept staring at me, could you be any less irritating."

he steps back but not before he flicks your forehead with his long fingers, snickering at your flinch.

you watch him saunter back to the couch as if nothing happened but you can't help but feel odd. as the days went on you slowly learned how to co-exist with the annoying demon in your house and a part of you think you might be growing to tolerate him just a bit. he still annoys you but it feels playful rather than spiteful sometimes.

you stare at the back of his silver head in thought until he speaks up. "stop staring at me, you're being obvious." you fold your arms across your chest. "i wasn't staring at you, you're ugly and a demon. two strikes."

"oh really now?" he scoffs, not bothering to turn around. "so if i wasn't a demon would that change anything?" you roll your eyes but bite your tongue at the implications. "no because you'd still be ugly and now you're getting a third strike for being annoying."

you hear him laugh and shake his head. he knows that you know that he's not ugly in the slightest bit. if anything, he's the most good looking person you've seen in a long while but of course you'd never admit that.

you sigh heavily plopping down next to him on the couch as if the tension wasn't high enough. he glances at you through the corner of his eye trying to bite back his smug smile. "why are you sitting next to me y/n hm?" he scootches closer to you to make you uncomfortable. it works, seeing as you scootch away closer to the arm of the couch.

"what the fuck do you mean, you keep forgetting this is my house, i can sit where i want," you scoff. you don't see it but his fingers twitch at this. he places them on his lap to not seem obvious. "whatever, it's our house now."

your mind is practically yelling at him to shut up. why does everything he say sound like a weird relationship innuendo?! you shake your head. no, you refuse to fall for his charms. he's a demon, he's supposed to be good at things like this. on another note, he's been terrorizing you since the moment you mistakenly freed him. there should be nothing to find attractive about him.

not even a couple days later, when you accidentally walk in on him exercising. his muscles bulged with each pump of his arms. the tee shirt and shorts he wears leave nothing to the imagination. before he can even realize you stepped into the room, you are out of there. how is he making you flustered in your own home?! you can't continue like this or else you won't be able to walk into any room in your house without having to do breathing exercises.

"it's our house now." you wanted to erase those words from your mind. they haunted you every time you saw him smirk at you whenever he caught you staring too long. every time he walked past and said something snarky. those words were like a verbal contract, signifying the day you brought this annoying demon into your life.

#taehyun imagines #taehyun reactions #taehyun drabbles #taehyun drabble #txt imagines #drabble #tomorrow x together imagines #txt headcanons #taehyun headcanons #txt reactions #txt scenarios #taehyun timestamps #taehyun fic #taehyun x reader #taehyun angst #taehyun fluff #taehyun smut #taehyun scenarios #taehyun x y/n

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beomglocks · 2 years

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thoughts on sex with kai

#txt imagines #yes yes it’s early afternoon #yes i haven’t been active #HOWEVER #i need to know what we are thinking #i cant stop thinking abt it actually #like #idk #send thoughts we can elaborate

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beomglocks · 2 years

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sidewalks ; c.bg

part 1 of 2

summary : sidewalks saved my life, they don't ever lie

pairing : street racer!beomgyu x street racer!reader (fem)

warnings & other : mulan trope, mentions of misogyny, rivals to lovers, beomgyu is kind of an asshole (?), reader goes by an alias for most of the story, everyone thinks the reader is a male, car sex lmao (in part 2), set in the future, mentions of financial struggles

w/c : 2.5k + (not proofread)

i would suggest listening to sidewalks by the weeknd while you read!

you suck in a sharp breath, as sharp as the turn you just made on the road. that was close, good thing you’re too far ahead in the race for anyone to witness how you narrowly missed the street sign.

"get your act together y/n, im too close to the finals to make stupid mistakes," you think to yourself. you bite your lip anxiously, letting your mind go on auto pilot while you drift through the empty streets of seoul.

the big city that buzzes during the day was now a ghost town. it could’ve been around 3am, you don’t really know and you don't let yourself look at the time on the dash.

you don’t even let yourself look outside the window to admire the vacancy of it all. you just know. you’ve been street racing for too long to know that the streets became abandoned at this hour.

perhaps sometime in the past, there would have been some stragglers or even some insomnia ridden teenagers out and about on the streets, maybe going to buy a late night snack.

you’re not too sure what happened to the city you once loved but these things were no more.

slowly the number of people you’d see on the street at night began to decrease. maybe they knew these were prime racing hours, maybe they weren’t happy with that.

you see, after the major economical crash in 3028, korea no longer became the number one tourist spot you once knew. many people lost their jobs, including you.

it wasn’t the worst thing to come out of the depression. after taking inspiration from tokyo’s iconic street racing styles, the people of korea soon followed and thus began the street racing boom of 3030.

3030 was the year it all changed for you. you soon dropped out of college and taught yourself how to drag race, racing being the only way to make a living after the depression. many people started learning how to drag race and it soon became the tourist attraction of korea that helped boost it's dying economy at the time.

so you see, you didn't let yourself look outside because you already know. you know the lonely streets represent your life. a direct slap in the face that you brought yourself into this life and being that it was the only way you've sustained yourself thus far, you couldn't simply stop.

there were times you longed for more, but what more was there other than pimping up your car every couple of weeks for the next race that would win you thousands then go home and repeat the vicious cycle.

the blinding lights of the finish line snap you out of your thoughts. has it already been three laps? you glance at your side mirrors to see if your opponent was close to finishing but no one was behind you.

so much for a challenge.

the closer you get to the finish line the louder the cheers become and it makes you adjust your helmet unconsciously.

"as expected!" the announcer roars through the megaphone. the showgirls that stand in the street wave the flag enthusiastically when you drive past them. you roll your eyes at the way they pretend to hold their mini skirts to stop them from flying up and flashing all the bystanders.

"HAV0C is the first to cross the finish line making this his 56th drag race win yet! a new record in the racing community!" you decide to stay in your car while the announcer continues listing your achievements.

you sigh when the bystanders jump over the safety tapes and bombard your car to congratulate you. they try not to get too close or touch your car because everyone knows not to do that especially to the most renowned racer in the country. you want to laugh at your fanboys. if they knew you were a girl would they still be die hard and follow your every race?

women were strictly prohibited from racing. you didn't know why but you didn't care because you made it this far already. drag racing was a male sport but you loved it so much that you managed to blend into the testosterone and surpass even the best men in the street.

the bystanders can barely see through the tempered glass of your car but they know you're still in there. "HAV0C please say a couple of words please!" "you were my biggest inspiration to start racing!" are some of the praises you catch.

you sigh, readying yourself to step out of your car. you check your mirror one last time and see the racer you were competing against. he steps out of his car to shamefully face the booing crowd. the bystanders could be a tad bit harsh to those who lose but it was practically suicide going up against HAV0C.

no one has yet to beat him, well you.

you step out of your car gracefully and the crowd's cheers get even louder. "there he is!" the announcer yells over the megaphone. you raise your hands humorously to quiet them down a bit and it works.

"the leaderboard is up for all you racers who want to check their status!" the announcer informs. he uses a small disk device in the middle of the street to project the holographic leaderboard.

status was everything in the racing community. your skills as a driver and racer were all attributed to your status on the leaderboard.

you walk over to the leaderboard to get a better look at it. you knew no one was bettering you for a long time since you had so many wins and points accumulated throughout the years. you just liked to see which drivers were on the come up and which fell off.

"looks like ANGEL313 is on the rise again!" you hear someone beside you say. "at this rate no one is taking his number 2 spot! he's fast as hell!" someone else exclaims.

"not as fast as HAV0C," the first person scoffs. the second person shrugs, "they've never raced each other so you don't know that."

"ANGEL313?" you look up at the leaderboard and there was indeed the name ANGEL313 plastered in the number 2 spot right below your name.

you've heard the name in passing a couple of times but never cared too much about your competitors. "when did he become number 2?" you think to yourself.

"don't worry, i'm not stealing your spot," someone suddenly says. you peel your eyes away from the leaderboard to see a male with long brown hair smugly looking down at you. unlike you, he's not wearing his helmet, instead, having it tucked in his arm, placed on his hip.

"you must be HAV0C, i've heard a lot about you but never seen you in person. you're shorter than i thought," he smirks. this must be that ANGEL313 guy. he's quite attractive if you're being honest with yourself. he's a lot taller than you and his face and hair are quite flawless for a racer but his dark eyes hold a weird mischievous spark.

you shrug at his comment and he laughs. "right, they told me you don't talk much." you never cared to interact with other drivers and when you did it was mostly a one sided conversation since you wouldn't allow yourself to reveal the femininity of your voice.

the bystanders have quieted down just a bit to hear the conversation between you and ANGEL313. it's not like it was rare for other drivers to try to spark conversation with you but rarely did you ever stick around for them to get a word in, this was new. you both stand there, ANGEL313 staring at your tempered helmet and you staring at his smirking face.

you can feel the tenseness of the cold air around you and you don't know why it feels like this all of a sudden. ANGEL313 is someone you've never met in your life so you don't know what kind of driver youre dealing with but the smugness in his demeanor tells you everything you need to know.

"you know the race is over, you can take your helmet off," he says. you only shake your head at his comment and cross your arms, a silent indicator for him to introduce himself properly to you. he raises his eyebrow at you with a smile.

"the name is choi beomgyu also known as ANGEL313."

he holds a hand out for you to shake and you stare at it for a moment. something about beomgyu is so off putting to you. you uncross your arms and take his hand as a truce.

"see? we're cool now, no need to be tense buddy," he grips your hand slightly harder than you can anticipate and it makes you flinch subtly but he catches it.

"ah i gotta go, my race is up next," he retracts his hand and taps his helmet. "you gonna stick around?" he asks curiously. you shake your head no and he frowns.

you never stuck around for other drivers races and you werent about to start.

"well i guess we'll see each other around then?" you shrug at this again. you didn't care about beomgyu at all. he was just another up and coming driver that would soon fall off the charts as soon as he came.

you would never see him again after today.

the next time you saw beomgyu again was two weeks later.

you had been actively trying to avoid the smug driver ever since that day and to your surprise, it was fairly easy. you would finish your races, stare at ANGEL313's pixalted name on the leaderboard for a total of 2 seconds then dip before beomgyu could check the leaderboard himself.

you don't even know why you were avoiding him in the first place. he just gave you weird vibes, like he knew something you didn't.

you don't care how cute he is, you weren't going to fall for it. nothing good came from pretty boys like him.

you lean against your car with your arms crossed. beomgyu has just finished his claimed race for the night. of course, he came in 1st place which wasn't surprising to you. after all, you knew he was quite skilled behind the wheel based off the rumors you had been hearing through these two weeks.

you watch as he flirts with the show girls who fawn over him as he gets out of his car. you had to admit his ride was sleek as fuck. it had a sleek glossy white finish with tempered glass just like yours. a stark contrast from your black car. you can only imagine the fortune he paid for that model since the more you look over it, the more you're starting to notice custom details and designs, like the angel wings on the center caps of the wheels and the license plate reading "ANGEL313".

beomgyu leans close to one of the showgirls as he holds her by the waist. the bystanders holler and whoop as they watch him shoot his shot. you roll your eyes. women in this sport were only seen as sex toys and it made you gag.

after beomgyu is done and had seemingly scored with the showgirl he catches you in the crowd behind all the bystanders. he grins and you contemplate getting in your car and driving off.

you watch him jog up to you while you're still leaning against your car nonchalantly. "HAV0C, did you stick around to see me?" he grins. you shake your head no but you know its a lie. you obviously stuck around long enough to see his win for the night but you wouldn't let him know that. what good would having this cocky ass driver run his mouth about how "HAV0C stuck around for his race." you had to keep your detached image up.

"that's too bad because i won this one, i'm pretty fast you know," he gloats. you nod in acknowledgment. you knew he was fast so there was no need to deny it but you were not expecting his next statement.

"maybe even faster than you?" he brings his finger up to his chin and looks up at the dark sky, feigning contemplation. is this his weak attempt at riling you up? you have to laugh.

you shake your head and hold a hand up as if to say "don't make me laugh". he smiles, "what? isn't it natural to want to compete against someone whose above me?"

you shrug. you don't know what he's trying to pull but it won't work.

a couple of bystanders who had been watching the two of you interact had turned into more than just a couple. beomgyu notices this and decides that now's his chance. "i think the great HAV0C is scared?" he says loudly on purpose. this catches the ears of a couple more people and just like the other day, a group starts to form around you two.

you inwardly sigh. you knew coming here was a bad idea. you didn't have a race claimed for today so really it was like your day off. you had just come here to see beomgyu race and now it seemed like you would be racing against him.

you hear a couple of murmurs from the crowd. you were never one to back down from a challenge but you felt bad for beomgyu. didn't he know you were way out of his league?

you shake your head and the action makes him grin. "so you're not scared but you won't race me?" you make no gestures to this, simply staring at him. "let's make a bet!" he narrows his eyes. you want to groan, this kid sure is determined.

"if you win, then it's settled that you're the best drag racer in all of south korea, no ifs, ands, or buts about it." he pauses for dramatic effect.

"but if i win..." he smiles at you. "you have to take your helmet off."

you immediately shake your head at this. hell no, there was no way you would risk that. you didn't know what kind of shit he would pull to make himself win.

he pouts, looking around at the crowd. "it shouldn't be much of a problem though since you're already number 1. racing me should be lightwork so this just makes me think you're scared and honestly it's flattering."

you shake your head again. you don't care if he gets satisfaction from this or if his ego boosts from your resistance to race him. you simply would not risk it.

"well, it looks like he's not budging everyone, shows over," beomgyu motions for the crowd to disburse. they all grumble at not seeing anything worthwhile and he turns back to you, "sorry to put you on the spot like that dude, you know how it is?" he reasons.

you tilt your head to the side and cross your arms. no, you don't know how it is but you decide you don't like beomgyu right then and there.

"maybe you'll consider racing with me sometime in the near future then?" he seems quite sure of himself. "don't worry i won't embarrass you too much."

"beomgyu~" one of the showgirls calls him. you recognize her as the one he flirted with earlier. "gotta go," he smiles at you. you roll your eyes. you watch them both get in his car and drive away to god knows where. probably to fuck in his house or some shady alleyway where he can park his car.

you sigh, getting into your car and driving off.

around a week later is when you finally get the notice. you didn't have a claimed race so you were chilling at your house when you turned your phone on to see the many notices on the racing community forums.

"SOUTH KOREA'S MOST ACCLAIMED RACER HAV0C BACKS DOWN FROM A RACE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN HIS CAREER?"

you sit up quickly on your couch. "what the hell?!" you say outloud. you scroll through more forms to see more articles of more or less the same title. your heart almost beats out of your chest when you read through some of them.

"last thursday south korea's top racer, HAV0C, and up and coming racer, ANGEL313, were spotted having a heated argument in which ANGEL313 challenged HAV0C to a drag race but the top racer denied! apparently, the wager was that if ANGEL313 won, HAV0C would have to remove his helmet!"

you bite your lip reading this. how dare beomgyu put you on the spot like that? he must've known a situation like this would blow up that's probably why he did it in the first place.

it’s around 1am which is early in drag race time but you waste no time in getting yourself ready to go down to the nearest track. your jaw is clenched the entire time you dress yourself, grab your helmet, and head to your car.

for a moment you wonder how much you’ll be fined if you harassed another driver, that being beomgyu. it was against the rules to physically harass other drivers but damn did you feel like beomgyu deserved it right now.

when you pull up to the track there’s already a heap of people there, including beomgyu with his stupid ride. he seems to be talking to a couple of people near his car, probably explaining or boasting about some specks.

you park your car close and step out. once you step out, a couple people notice your presence but not enough to cause a commotion. they do find it weird to find you here this early.

you walk up to beomgyu who eyes you like he was expecting you to come here. he has a shit eating smirk on his face. it doesn’t look evil but he looks uncharacteristically calm compared to the way you march up to him.

when you get to him you shove your phone in his face. the article you read earlier is pulled up and he simply brings your phone down. “oh that..” he brings his finger up to his face.

you cross your arms, waiting for a valid response. “i guess you have no choice but to race me now? unless you want your reputation to be tarnished?” he shrugs.

“i wouldn’t mind being number 1,” he chuckles.

the crowd starts mumbling among themselves at this. you look around. there’s too many people here for you to kick beomgyu in his dick so you have to hold back.

you tilt your head, deciding to call yourself down. “all i have to do is win a race against this son of a bitch and then he’ll leave me the hell alone,” you think to yourself. “there’s no way he’ll win, it’ll be easy. just drive as if it’s any other race.”

you look up at him and nod, confirming that you will accept the race.

he visibly beams and the crowd goes wild. “im glad you chose to accept!” he says as he rounds his car to get in. “you gave me no other choice asshole.”

“i just need to put some gas in my car then we can start.” he drives off to the nearest gas station, leaving you on the track to contemplate whether or not this was a good idea.

you’re the best racer in the country, there’s no way anything could go wrong.

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