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beomiracles · 2 days

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Hii ^_^ okay so i have misophonia (getting triggered by special sounds like typing and ect.) i was wondering if you could do reader having this and just snapping?

By the way I really like you're writing <3

「 please be quiet 」

DREAM RECALL in which your boyfriend triggers your misophonia.

pairings txt x gn!reader warnings descriptions of different sound triggers, Beomgyu's might be considered slightly suggestive toward the end.

#serene adds ✎... had to do a little research about the subject before I wrote, hopefully I captured it in a way that does people with this condition justice, if not lmk >.< also ty for appreciating my writing, that makes me so happy :3

YEONJUN

The small restaurant you and Yeonjun always went to was fairly crowded on this particular day. The buzz of different parties conversing, wine glasses being clinked together and silverware being scraped against plates, were all noises that filled your surroundings.

Yet you could only seem to focus on one thing. And that was the insatiable tapping of your boyfriend's fingers. The way they would drum against the wooden table in an ever so rhythmical way.

Yeonjun mindlessly glanced around the room as you waited for your food to arrive, seemingly unaware of the light motion of his fingers. For whatever reason it made your heart beat faster and faster.

Soon the tapping was all you could hear and it filled every fibre of your body. You felt anger rising within you, frustrated by your boyfriends ignorance and unawareness.

Finally you slam your hand flat against the table. The silverware makes a harsh noise and your boyfriend jumps in his seat, the two of you earn confused glances from the nearby tables.

"Babe?" Yeonjun asks hesitantly as he takes in your frustrated expression. "What's wrong?" he adds and your anger only increases at his dumbfoundedness.

"You, your─" taking in a deep breath, you try and steady yourself before you say something you might regret. Reminding yourself that he didn't do it intentionally and meant no harm.

"The tapping, I hate it, please stop doing it", you lower your voice to an appropriate level.

Yeonjun looks at you, seemingly confused though he quickly nods. "Alright, sorry I didn't mean to, babe" he says as he chews on his bottom lip, a nervous habit of his.

"No, I'm sorry", you sigh, "I shouldn't have reacted like that, it's just...hard to control", you mumble, feeling rather ashamed over your sudden outburst.

Your boyfriend takes your hand in his, a small smile on his lips, "it's okay, I'll be more careful".

"And I'll tell you straight away next time", you add as you lean over the table to press a kiss to his lips. Yeonjun smiles, "deal".

SOOBIN

Soobin had taken you out for an ice cream date that weekend. It had been one of your best dates yet and you found yourself enjoying every moment in his presence. Well almost every moment.

The two of you had walked around the park for a while before sitting down on a nearby bench as you finished your ice cream. Your boyfriend being the fast eater he was, had finished his own long ago.

As your gaze wanders over the beautiful scenery, the persistent tapping of your boyfriend's leg against yours, rips any sense of peace from you.

Soobin always seemed to be restlessly tapping his leg no matter the occasion. Most of the time you managed to ignore it, the sound wasn't particularly loud and you would often occupy yourself with other stuff.

But in the quiet park, as your legs touched, you could not only hear the faint tapping but also feel it. It made your ice cream taste sour.

For a while you tried to ignore it, you tried to think of anything else, anything to get your mind off the rhythmical taps. It didn't work, you felt goosebumps spreading across your arms. Soon you couldn't take it anymore.

"Can you be fucking still?" you half-yell out and your boyfriend freezes next to you.

Immediately regretting your harsh choice of words as you meet Soobin's confused and anxious gaze. "S-sorry?" he says, his voice laced with hesitancy.

You bite your bottom lip to prevent yourself from ruining things further. "Did I do something wrong?" you boyfriend asks as his brows furrow together.

You shake your head, "no, I'm sorry─it's just the...you tapping your leg like that", you whisper as you twist the ice cream in your hands. Soobin's eyes widen as he seems to realise what you had meant.

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't think─"

"It's okay", you reassure as you give him a smile, "how could you know?". Soobin gives you a small nod though he keeps on apologising over and over.

You cut him off in an attempt to quiet his rambling, "wanna share the rest of my ice cream?" Your boyfriend returns your smile as he nods, "that'd be nice".

BEOMGYU

Beomgyu wasn't a messy eater, he was just, well he was something. Or maybe it had to do with your already oversensitive hearing. Or perhaps it was the loud crunch that followed each bite of a chip, the rustling of the bag currently in his hand.

Whatever it was it gave you a hard time focusing on the movie the two of you were watching. Shifting around on the spot, you try and block the sound out.

Your boyfriend doesn't seem to notice, too caught up in the movie displayed on the large screen. With every bite he took you felt yourself growing more and more annoyed.

It wasn't Beomgyu that irked you, just the conceding sound of the chip being broken down into tiny pieces in his mouth. It made your nose scrunch up in disgust.

Eyes trained on the screen, Beomgyu's free hand mindlessly moves to rest on your thigh. Usually you would take great comfort in the gesture. But right now it just irked you further.

You push his hand away.

Your boyfriend turns to you with a frown, "what's that for?". You grimace, unsure of how to explain yourself. Instead you reach for the bag of chips in his hand.

As you snatch it from him Beomgyu raises an eyebrow, "if you wanted some you could've just asked", he mutters as his eyes move back to the screen.

You didn't want any though. You just wanted the rustling thing out of your way. Discarding it on the other side of the couch you turn your attention back to the movie.

"Hey, why'd you place it all the way over there?" Beomgyu complains as he leans over you to grab the bag once more. "Don't!" you exclaim and your boyfriend freezes in his tracks as he gives you a confused look.

"I can't stand it when you eat like that", you blurt out, unable to hinder yourself. Eyes widening as you realise what you've just said but Beomgyu only grins.

"Then you'd better find another way to occupy my mouth", he breathes as he leans in to press his lips against yours. Perhaps you would.

TAEHYUN

Your boyfriend always seemed to be engrossed in his work. No matter what time of the day, he'd always have a call to make, an email to answer or a post of some kind to submit.

Today was no different as your boyfriend typed away at his computer. Knowing better than to disturb him, you were quietly reading in the armchair in the corner of his room.

Though no matter how hard you tried to focus on the words on the pages they never seemed to register. Instead your thoughts were interrupted by the persistent typing of your boyfriend.

The light tapping of Taehyun's fingers against the keyboard echoed like hammers against steel in your ears and you found yourself squeezing your eyes shut in order to block the noise out.

Huffing out a frustrated breath, you shift uncomfortably in your chair your boyfriend doesn't seem to notice your comfort as his eyes remain glued to the screen.

The typing continues, almost feverishly. Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, TAP, TAP, TAP, TAP─

"Quiet!"

Your words echo through the otherwise silent room and Taehyun turns around in his chair to look at you, a concerned expression on his face.

"Please just─ just be quiet..." your voice is a lot meeker now as you glance between the book in your hand and your confused boyfriend.

"I am..." Taehyun then says as he looks to you with a frown.

You shake your head, "no, you're not". Your boyfriend's frown deepens as he opens his mouth to question you further but you beat him to it.

"Your typing".

"My typing?" Taehyun asks as he turns around fully in his chair. You nod as your gaze flickers down to your back hesitantly. "It...it hurts my ears", you say and your boyfriend's eyes widen slightly.

"Hurts?"

Letting out a frustrated sigh, you run a hand through your hair. "Well yes, not like─ it doesn't harm me physically but it...I can't.." you groan, growing frustrated at your lack of ability to put words on your feelings.

Taehyun gets up from his chair as he walks over to you, kneeling down before you. "I understand", he then says as he takes your hand in his. You look from your book to meet his gaze.

"How about, no more work today? Just you and me", a gentle hand cups your cheek and you give your boyfriend a small nod. "Okay" you whisper as you lean into his touch.

Taehyun smiles as he presses a soft kiss to your lips. "Let me know if I ever hurt you again", he then says, "I don't want to do that".

HUENINGKAI

The sun has yet to rise when you're awoken by a faint noise. Groaning as you sit up on the shared bed of you and your boyfriend, you glance toward the clock on the bedside table. 3.29am.

The rhythmical snoring of your unconscious boyfriend beside you has you realising why you were currently awake.

It wasn't like he could help it. Snoring was a perfectly normal thing. But there was something about the way his breath would go raggedy with each intake before he exhaled sharply, that made you tick.

Trying to suppress the noise, you lay back down. You toss and turn, press your pillow over your head. Nothing helps.

It wasn't that it was annoying, no it physically made you sick. The way your heartbeat would quicken, chills running down your arms and spine at the repetitive sound.

Soon you couldn't take it anymore, letting out a frustrated groan you shoot up from the bed. Not even caring if you woke your boyfriend, you grab your pillow and a blanket before heading out to the living room, slamming the door shut on your way out.

As you get comfortable on the couch, having brought along some ear plugs, just in case, you realise that the snores had stopped. The door to your shared bedroom slowly creeps open and Huening appears in the doorway.

His sleep filled expression immediately sends a pang of guilt to your heart. "m' what's wrong?", he yawns as he drags himself over to the couch, his brows slightly furrowed in confusion.

You shake your head as you fiddle with the earplugs. "Sorry I...I just couldn't..", your voice is barely above a whisper as you turn to look at him.

"My snoring?" he asks and you nod. This wasn't exactly the first time it had happened. "Sorry", he mumbles as his frown deepens and you immediately shake your head again as you place a hand on his shoulder. "No, it's okay, really", you reassure but your boyfriend doesn't seem convinced.

"I can sleep on the couch 's no problem", he says as he eyes the pillow and blanket you had brought with you. "Huening, it's fine don't worry just go back to sleep", you whisper as you try and move him off the couch.

"Can't let you sleep out here, love", your boyfriend wraps an arm around you as his head falls to your shoulder. He yawns, "come back to bed, I'll just stay awake".

A smile finds its way to your lips, "I doubt that". Your boyfriend frowns against your shoulder, "I will".

Running a hand leisurely through his ruffled hair, you let out a tired sigh. Just as you're about to suggest that the two of you watch a movie to pass time the light snores return.

Though this time they only make you smile as you gently push Huening down on the sofa. Pulling the blanket over his sleeping figure before giving his forehead a light kiss, you then tiptoe back into your bedroom.

You loved your boyfriend, despite his snoring.

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beomiracles · 2 days

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I LOVE THE CRIMINAL CONSCIENCE SM!!!

AHH OMG REALLY??? I'm so grateful for all the love the fic has received so far it really baffles me omg, love you (´｡• ◡ •｡`) ♡

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beomiracles · 4 days

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guys does this scream 'pretty princess beomgyu'????????

#I need to update the theme for pretty princess so bad #THIS LOWK IS HIM THO.#I fw it #hope y'all do too

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beomiracles · 5 days

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hellos would you like to write a fic abt stylist reader x member (beomgyu??) the white deja vu outfits got my mind running LIKE HOW DO THE STYLISTS JUST….put the outfits on them wo dying fhfbdbhd

「 just once more 」

DREAM RECALL sleeping with him as his stylist? very wrong. but it was just once and you were ready to forget about it. though, could just once more be so bad?

pairings idol!beomgyu x stylist!afab!reader warnings unprotected sex, creampie, fingering.

wc 1.3k

#serene adds ✎... I know these were probably not the outfits you were referring to but I literally HAD to use them @.@ this is also not proofread and I'm very tired so mind the whole thing eheh !! I've also noticed you in my notifications a lot and I was so happy when I saw that you made a request eek :3

"I don't know how to tie this", Beomgyu calls out from his dressing room. You throw an impatient glance toward the watch on your wrist. "Just pull it on and I can come in and help you", you groan as you lean against the door.

He had been in there for what felt like hours, and while the other stylists had already began touching up on both makeup and hair, you had gotten nowhere.

Soft rustling sounds can be heard on the other side of the door before Beomgyu gives you the go-ahead to enter. Swinging the door open you run a mildly stressed hand through your hair.

"Listen we've only got fifteen minutes left and I have yet to touch up on your makeup and─" "Why aren't you dressed?".

Your eyes widen as they travel across Beomgyu's very much naked torso. His hands grasp the white fabric of his shirt and corset as he shifts on the spot.

"Told ya, I don't know how to tie it", he shrugs as he throws the shirt at you. Barely managing to catch the garment you shoot him a glare. "You could've at least had the decency to cover yourself", you mutter as you fiddle with the strings on the corset, undoing them.

"Why?" Beomgyu steps forward as a smirk tugs at the corners of his lips. "Nothing you haven't seen before, love", he says as he tilts his head down, bringing your faces closer.

Shoving the piece of clothing back into his hands, you push him back. "And I am trying my best to forget about it", you say as you instruct for him to pull the shirt on.

"Careful, you might hurt my feelings", he grins as he pulls the shirt over his head. "What feelings?" you scoff as you adjust the corset around his pretty waist.

Beomgyu pouts as he grabs ahold of your wrist. Pressing your palm flat against his chest he tilts his head to the side, "these?".

Rolling your eyes you withdraw your hand as you begin tying the corset. "Feelings or not, you know you liked it", he then says, grunting as you pull the corset tighter.

"Maybe", you mutter as you busy yourself with the strings, refusing to look him in the eyes. "But it can never happen again", you state.

Three weeks and four days ago you had made a mistake, a slip up, if you will. You had been in a vulnerable state of mind, you weren't thinking straight, and Beomgyu who was never thinking straight, well it wasn't very hard to guess where it had led you.

"Don't be such a bore", he whines as his hands caress your hip and waist. You glare up at him, "keep your hands where I can see them", you retort, "and I'm not a bore", you then add.

Beomgyu smirk's "then c'mon", his fingers trace your collarbone and lower neck. "No", you promptly say as you take a step back. Beomgyu frowns as his hand falls to his side.

"Give me one good reason", he then says, intent on getting his way. "Just one?" you scoff and Beomgyu nods. There was a whole list of wrongs, longer than you'd like to admit.

"Because it is unprofessional", you fold your arms across your chest, "and I could lose my job". Beomgyu takes a step closer and you falter backward once more, thighs hitting the makeup desk behind you.

"You really think I'd make you lose your job?" he questions as his thumb drags along your lower lip. Sighing you look up at him, "it's not that simple Beomgyu, maybe for you, but for me...", you shake your head.

"It happened once, and it never should have", you state as you move his hand from your face. "It can never happen again", you say as your eyes seek Beomgyu's dark ones.

"Never?" he whispers, leaning dangerously close. You nod, "never". A pout forms on his oh─so kissable lips as his brows furrows together. "Not even once more?" his lips ghost over your own and you let out a short breath.

Unable to form a reply your eyes travel from his own eyes to his lips before returning back up again. "Just once more", he whispers, almost pleadingly. "Need to taste you once more", he murmurs as he carefully seals your lips in a soft kiss.

You first instinct is to pull away. Stop him, move, do something. But it's almost impossible. You find yourself wanting─ craving, more. Just once, one more time. It couldn't hurt.

Feverish hands push you up on his makeup desk as Beomgyu makes room for himself between your thighs. Fuck, you were supposed to be touching up his makeup right now, if anything you were ruining it further.

Beomgyu breaks off the kiss hastily as he looks at you with lustful eyes, "how much time did you say we had again?" he pants and you throw a glance at your watch.

"Eleven minutes and─"

"Enough time for now", he mutters as he reconnects your lips, hands finding their way under your loose skirt and quickly pushing your panties aside. You get no chance to question what he had meant with 'for now' before Beomgyu pushes two fingers deep inside your cunt.

"F-fuck", you cry out as your hand on the nape of his neck tightens. One of his hands come up to seal your mouth shut as he flashes you a smirk, "thought you wanted to keep your job?".

You shoot him a glare but Beomgyu's smirk only widens as he thrusts his fingers through your cunt. When he pulls them out he's quick to shove them in his mouth, a groan leaving his lips as he tastes you. "You've gotten even sweeter", he comments as his other hand unzips his pants.

Barely even registering his words, you grip onto his shoulders tightly as the head of Beomgyu's cock is pushed inside of you. Biting down on your bottom lip, attempting to suppress the sinful noises threatening to spill from you .

Beomgyu's head buries in the crook of your neck as he groans into your sweaty skin. Teeth grazing along your collarbone as he presses open mouthed kisses along it, leaving a trail of saliva in his wake.

Glancing up to be met by his own reflection in the mirror behind you his smirk grows. "Fuck you should see yourself like this", he murmurs as his lips drag along your shoulder toward your neck.

His eyes wander toward the discarded makeup supplies on the vanity. He picks a brush up, shoving it in your hand, eyes glinting in an ever so 'Beomgyu way' when you give him a confused look.

"Why don't you get started on my makeup? save some time", he says and if he wasn't fucking you so good right now you would've plucked his eyes out by this point.

Yet you reach for a small palette with shaking hands as you carefully dust the brush onto it. Your strokes are uneven and shaky as you apply blush to his already flushed cheeks.

Beomgyu doesn't make it any easier on you, fingers easily finding your clit as he rubs and pinches it between them, making you squirm.

One hand on his shoulder as the other one messily reapplies eyeshadow, Beomgyu's sudden question catches you off guard. "Can I come inside?" he breathes out and you almost finish at the thought.

Biting your bottom lip you nod, "it's only once", you whisper and he groans as his lips finds your once more. "Only once", he breathes out as his hand rests on the base of your neck.

The warm sensation of Beomgyu finishing deep inside your throbbing cunt has you clenching around him as your cries of pleasure are swallowed by his hungry lips.

As he pulls out you watch how the essence of the two of you mix together in one, slowly seeping down your thighs and onto the otherwise clean vanity.

Glancing up at him you sigh, "this can never happen again". Beomgyu raises an eyebrow, "so same time next Tuesday?".

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「 STRANDED 」

DREAM RECALL what's worse than being stranded on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere? being stranded on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere with the most obnoxious prick you'd ever met, and he's good looking too?

pairings taehyun x afab!reader warnings strangers to enemies to ???, unprotected sex, light nipple play, marking, taehyun's a bitch, reader is also a bitch, no established relationships, water sex :> !! eventual porn with a lot of plot.

wc 5.7k

#serene adds ✎... idk if I like it or hate it, it feels a little bittersweet. but I do love taehyun and I always seem to write more than I originally intend to whenever I write for him...

Ow. Pain, you felt an immense pain. Your whole body hurt, cramped, burned, ached. You groan as you twist around on the spot, you were laying on something soft, almost grainy. Slowly you blink your eyes open to be met by a blinding light.

Was this heaven? Had you really died?

“Oh, thank fuck you’re awake”. A sharp voice spits from somewhere above you. You thought you recognized it. A hazy figure comes into vision. The man leans over you as he studies your pain filled expression with a frown.

He snaps his fingers in front of your eyes, “wake up”, he orders. Groaning as you blink once more you finally see the man clearly. It’s him… He had told you his name, you were certain, but your foggy mind made for a difficult recollection of it.

As you turn your head you realize that the soft grainy feel was…sand? Wincing slightly, you pull yourself up on your elbows as you try and get a better view of your surroundings. Were you on a beach? The remains of the small life boat lay discarded a few yards away, in front of you a large forest opens up.

And then there was…Kang Taehyun! That had been his name. He was crouched by your side as he hesitantly held out a hand, ready to catch you if you were to fall.

Rubbing your head gingerly you turn to look at him, “what the fuck happened?”, you question with a groggy voice. Had you possibly swallowed a bucket of sand as well? Taehyun sighs as he glances toward the massacred lifeboat.

“Well, first there was the cruise ship..” ── “I remember that much you dipshit”, you retort as you shoot him a glare. “How should I know that? For all I know that water could’ve knocked the past six months from your memory”, he shrugs, feigning innocence.

You had known Kang Taehyun 48 hours, possibly longer but you had been passed out for the rest of it. And for those 48 excruciating hours spent in his presence, you had learned that you did in fact hate him.

“From that big wave…”, you say as you motion for him to continue. He rolls his eyes, “well after that small wave managed to knock you out─”.

“Hey, hey! It wasn’t small”, you grunt as you portray your bruised arms and legs for him. Taehyun clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, “as I was saying…after that wave hit, you sorta fell out the boat”.

Your eyebrows raise, “fell out?”. The man nods as he waves his hand in a dismissing way, “I of course brought you to safe land”, he gestures toward the beach the two of you were currently sitting on.

“I don’t know if I would consider this safe”, you mutter as you glance toward the forest. “It is”, Taehyun insists as he gets up, “I walked around this whole island whilst you were passed out, nothing out of the ordinary”.

“It’s an island?”, you exclaim in disbelief. “What’d you expect? A hotel resort?”, he snorts. “Well it certainly would’ve been nice”, you groan as you plummet back down onto the sand with a heavy sigh. You found yourself recalling the past two days leading up to your current situation.

It had all started about a week ago. When you had decided to venture out on a cruise, considering it a treat for your hard work lately. Besides, the ship was supposed to dock at one of the towns of your friend’s. It would’ve been a great opportunity to go see her.

The first four days had been smooth sailing, ironically enough. On the fifth day however, the ship suddenly started taking in water, and a lot of it. Being rushed by staff to one of the many lifeboats you suddenly found yourself stranded with a stranger. An incredibly annoying stranger.

Without any way to steer the small floating raft you and Taehyun had been left to drift as the slowly sinking ship spread the many plastic boats along the ocean. At first you found the situation quite hilarious, stuck on a small lifeboat in the middle of the ocean.

Though your happiness was short lived and soon you found yourself longing for land. Taehyun had been of no aid as his complaints carried out over the waves. “You’re taking up too much space”, he comments as he shifts uncomfortably on the small boat.

You scoff, “what are you implying?”. He frowns, “that you take up space”. You raise your hand, ready to deliver a harsh slap to that perfect skin of his. Taehyun’s hand clasps around your wrist easily. “Just because we’re away from all kinds of civilisation doesn’t mean that the same laws don’t abide”, he says as he raises an eyebrow.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning, it’s illegal to use violence against others”, he states as he lets go of your wrist. “This is hardly violence, don’t tell me you can’t handle a little slap”, you sneer. Taehyun scrunches his nose in disgust as he turns away from you.

A few hours passed, at least you guessed they did, it was hard to keep track of time. Though the sun slowly setting gave away that at least half a day had passed. “I’m thirsty”, you whine as the burning sensation in your throat grows.

All this water and nothing to drink, you mourned the can of coke left on your bedside table at the ship. “And I’m hungry too”, you add as your stomach growls in agreement.

“Do you feel the need to announce every bodily function you feel at the given moment?” Taehyun mutters without looking at you. He had tried sleeping as a form of passing time, but had quickly turned seasick and leaned over the lifeboat to cough up the little fluids left in his body.

“What else should I announce? The weather?” you retort and Taehyun groans. "Preferably". Huffing, you turn away from him in silence. A few moments pass before,

“I have to pee”.

The next morning came earlier than you had anticipated. A splash of water to your face had you jolting awake as you grabbed onto the sides of the small lifeboat. Content with having managed to sleep a few hours you turn to your housemate. The dark rings under Taehyun’s eyes told you that he most likely had not been as lucky.

As the second day progressed you tried to gauge any kind of information out of the man you shared a boat with. “What’s it to you?” Taehyun frowns as he eyes you suspiciously. “Well I might be the last person who hears from you”, you say as you sit up a bit straighter. “This is your chance to get the things you never got the chance to say off your chest”.

Taehyun’s frown deepens, “why would I share my secrets with you?”. Tsk-ing you motion toward the endless ocean surrounding you, “who would I tell?”. “That little voice in your head I bet”, he comments as he leans back against the edge of the boat. You bite back a frustrated groan.

A couple of hours later you're laying flat on your back as the clouds slowly drift above your head. “If I don’t make it, promise me that-”

“Oh for fucks sake don’t start”, Taehyun interrupts as he shifts on the boat, causing the plastic to squeak beneath him.

“I’m serious!”, you frown as you gaze toward the sky. “If I don’t make it, promise you’ll tell my mom that I love her, and my cat Susie too”. “Oh and tell my mom that the key to my apartment is under the green flowerpot beside my door, and that Susie needs to be fed at least three times a day or else-”

“I’m not telling your mom all that”, Taehyun mutters somewhere beside you. “Well that’s not very nice”, you frown, “if I survived but you didn’t, wouldn’t you want me to deliver a message to your family?”.

“No”.

A few hours later the bright clouds on the sky suddenly morphed into dark and angry ones. The light swaying of the boat slowly turned harsh. “I think there’s a storm coming in..”, you gulp.

“This isn’t the time for any of your weather announcements”, Taehyun grunts without opening his eyes. “I’m serious”, you shake his shoulder nervously as the first raindrop hits. From there it only gets worse.

“This is actually it”, you whine as you cling onto Taehyun. “It isn’t, god you’re dramatic”, Taehyun groans as he tries to pry you off of him. It isn’t until lightning strikes not far from the two of you that he also turns pale.

A particularly harsh wave sends your small lifeboat crashing into the ocean. And as the water hits your head everything goes black. Then you were here. On a small deserted island in the middle of nowhere with…Taehyun.

“Catch!” Taehyun's voice suddenly calls out. You barely manage to look in his direction before something hard hits your head. “Ow! You bitch!” you exclaim as you grab onto your pounding head.

“I told you to catch”, he mutters as he plops down beside you, grasping something in his hands. You turn to look at the item that had hit your head to find, “a coconut?”.

“Well you said you were thirsty earlier”, he says and you frown, “so you throw a coconut at my head?”. Taehyun rolls his eyes as he cracks the coconut open by slamming it down on his knee, “no you idiot”.

“You drink it”, he then says as he brings the broken fruit to his lips. You watch with wide eyes as he finishes the whole thing in a matter of seconds. Quickly grasping your own coconut between your hands, you mimic his motions of bashing it against your already bruised knee only to cry out in pain.

“Fuck, this hurts”, you whine as you turn the intact coconut around in your hands. “Never said it didn’t”, Taehyun comments and you resist the urge to slam the coconut against his head next.

Instead you shove the fruit in his hands. “You open it”. Taehyun frowns, “what?”. “Don’t act like you didn’t hear me, open it”, you cross your arms above your chest and Taehyun scoffs.

“If you don’t, I might just die of dehydration!” you then exclaim and Taehyun smirks, “that doesn’t sound too bad”. “Fuck you”.

With a roll of his eyes, Taehyun brings the fruit to his knee as he cracks it open before handing it to you. As you thank him he looks away and mutters something about you being a nuisance.

Bringing the coconut to your lips you moan at the taste. “This is amazing, there has to be more right?” Taehyun shakes his head, “these were the last ones”, he shrugs and your face immediately drops.

“What..?”

Taehyun nods as he sighs, “guess we really are doomed”. You frown as you set the coconut down, “no way, there has to be something on this island”. You had watched enough movies to know that you would need to send out a signal of some sort, a call for help.

“Let’s start a fire”, you say and Taehyun seems to consider your idea. “Alright”.

As Taehyun gathers the materials necessary you had taken it upon yourself to draw the word, ‘SOS’ in the sand, with the use of a giant stick. Walking past you, arms stuffed with branches, Taehyun scoffs, “you really think that will do anything?”

“I’ll do anything that can aid us”, you say as you continue on drawing exclamation marks next to the word. “Sure you will”, he mutters as he keeps walking. “Watch it!” you yell as he almost steps over one of your perfectly drawn S’s.

Taehyun rolls his eyes as he takes an unnecessarily large step over the line. When all the nearby branches and wood had been gathered up into a small pile Taehyun crouches down in front of it.

“What do we light it with?”, you question as you peek over his shoulder. He glances toward you, “I thought you would know how to”. You frown, “no?”. Taehyun sighs, “it was your idea, how could you not know?”.

“I only come up with the ideas”, you shrug, “you execute them”. “When did we settle on such an agreement”, he snorts as he turns back toward the branches. “You don’t happen to have a lighter or anything…?” you ask as you rock back and forth on the soles of your feet.

“Why the fuck would I have a lighter?” Taehyun grunts as he picks up two thinner stones. “Just makin’ sure”, you raise your hands in peace as you lean forward to study his movements.

“What’s with the rocks?” “Quiet, for once, be quiet”, he snaps and you seal your lips into a pout. What a joyous prick.

With a flick of his wrist Taehyun clashes the stones against one another. Repeating the process a couple of times with little to no result you finally interfere. “I don’t think it’s working…”

Taehyun turns to look at you, “do you really?”. You nod as you take the stones from him, “leave it to me”, you say with confidence and Taehyun raises an eyebrow. “Have at it”, he mutters as he sits back to let you have a go.

The stones make an awful clashing sound, but no fire. You try again, and again, and again. Nothing. Biting your bottom lip you wipe the back of your hand across your forehead, determined to make it work.

“Just give them back to…me…”, Taehyun’s words fall short as a small spark ignites from between the stones. Soon a small flame takes to life and you smile triumphantly. “Well, would you look at that”, you state as you blow on the small fire to increase it.

“Pure luck”, Taehyun mutters behind you but you ignore him. Reaching your palms out to warm yourself up you sigh contently. “This isn’t so bad after all”, you say, gaining new found joy from a simple fire.

“It’s almost like a free vacation”, you state and Taehyun chuckles behind you. It was probably the first time you’d heard him laugh since the two of you met. “This is far too much work to be considered a vacation”, he then says as he moves to sit next to you.

“Ever heard the saying, ‘life is what you make it’?” you say as you poke a stick to the fire. “Possibly”, Taehyun yawns as he stretches out beside you. “Well I have, and right now I feel like making dinner”, you state as you rise to your feet.

Taehyun raises an eyebrow but makes no move to follow you. Rolling your eyes you cross your arms, “fine, I’ll get us something to eat and you’ll watch the fire”. He hums in agreement, “sounds good to me”.

You give him your best glare, “if I come back to find that fire gone, you will be too”. He smirks, “what a threat”. Raising your fist at him, “I mean it”, you spit before walking off toward the forest. Behind you, the faint chuckle emitting from Taehyun can be heard.

The forest floor was covered in snares and small stones, making you wish you hadn’t left your shoes behind at the beach. Grabbing onto the nearest branches, you make your way through the narrow vegetation.

There had to be something edible here. You had been a vegetarian for four years, but a cooked chicken did not sound so bad right now. Muttering curses under your breath, you regretted letting Taehyun stay behind. All this suffering could’ve done something good to that ego of his.

Finally your eyes land on a tree filled with, “mangoes!”. Quickening up your pace you make your way to the tree. You could almost cry as you saw the ripe fruits up close. Taking a hold of the trunk of the fruit tree, you shake it with all your might.

One, two, three, four and five mangoes drop to the ground. Thinking it was probably as much as you could carry on your own you let go of the trunk again. Scooping the fruits up, you conduct a makeshift basket with your shirt. Oh, you were eating good today.

Stumbling your way back onto the beach you find the fire still going. Taehyun leisurely pokes a stick around it, seemingly bored out of his mind. It isn’t until you drop the five mangoes in front of him that he looks up.

“Mangoes?” he questions as he picks one up. “There’s a whole tree filled with them!” you say as you sit down opposite him. “Though I could only carry this much, we can go back tomorrow”.

Taehyun nods as he inspects the fruits, “they seem ripe”, he states. You roll your eyes, “obviously, I wouldn’t have picked them otherwise, but what do we open them with…”

“Our hands”, Taehyun says as he skillfully peels the mango in a matter of seconds. You can only watch in awe. “Can you peel mine too?” you say as you shove another one in his hands.

Taehyun looks at you with a frown, “I already opened your damn coconut”, he comments. “So? I found these”, you whine as you tap the fruit in his hand impatiently. Sighing he peels the mango before handing it back to you.

“What a gentleman”, you say as you begin eating. Taehyun doesn't reply and the two of you eat in silence. When four out of the five mangoes have been consumed you both eye the fifth one.

“I should have it”, you state as you reach for it. Taehyun’s arm is quickly on your wrist, “says who?”. You frown, “I found them, so it’s only right”. “But I peeled them, all of them”, he adds as he raises a brow.

“Peeling a mango is hardly any physical labor”, you scoff. “Yet you can’t do it”, Taehyun retorts as he attempts to reach for the mango as well, you stop him. “Shouldn’t you do it the gentleman way and let the lady have the last bit of food?” you say as you tilt your head to the side.

“No”.

“What a prick”, you mutter under your breath. “A prick who can at least peel mangoes”, he says as he snatches the fruit before you have the chance to stop him. You watch in disbelief as he peels the mango and begins eating.

“I can’t believe you”, you huff, crossing your arms above your chest. “You’d better start, I’m the only one you have”, he says between mouthfuls and you turn away in disgust. “Won’t happen”.

You strain your gaze on the way the ocean moves. The waves softly crash onto the beach as the sun slowly sets above the horizon. A light poke to your shoulder has you scoffing as you turn further away from Taehyun.

“You want the other half or not?” he groans. You shake your head, “no, you have it”. Taehyun sighs beside you, “just fucking take it, quit being so proud”.

Shaking your head once more you reach out your palm to decline his offer. “My lips are not touching what yours already have”, you say and Taehyun snorts. “I don’t think we’re in a situation that gives room for such preferences”.

“I find it extremely hard to care if I’m being honest and─” your words are cut short as the soft fruit is pushed to your lips. “Shut up and eat”, Taehyun says and you hesitantly take the mango from him.

Eyeing both him and the fruit with great suspicion before you finally take a small bite. The mango tasted just as heavenly as the previous two had. If you made it out of here the first thing you would do would be to get your hands on more.

“You reckon anyone will pass this island?” you ask as you swallow. Fact is, you had no clue of your current whereabouts, and neither did anyone else. “Definitely”, Taehyun then says and you can’t help but admire his optimism.

“Word about the cruise ship has to have spread by now”, he continues as he leans back on his hands. “I’m confident that there are search parties out here, someone is bound to find us”.

You nod as you take another bite of the mango, “you’re probably right”. “We need to keep the fire going all night then”, you add and Taehyun throws another batch of branches onto it.

“Let’s take turns sleeping”, he says. As you swallow the last bit of fruit you turn to look at him, “alright…do you want to…”, you begin as you fiddle with the strings of your shorts sheepishly.

Taehyun shakes his head, “you can sleep first, I’m not that tired”. You knew that it was a lie, he had barely gotten any sleep on the small lifeboat and the dark circles under his eyes were only growing.

Though there seemed to be no changing his mind as he kept his gaze fixated on the fire. Shuffling around awkwardly, you try to get comfortable on the sand. As you rest your cheek on your arm, you try and close your eyes.

Expecting sleep to overtake you in a matter of minutes, you're disappointed when it doesn’t. Instead you're left feeling…cold. Very cold. The chilly night breeze and the fact that you were wearing shorts and a t-shirt did little to help.

Cracking an eye open, you glance toward Taehyun who seems lost in thought as he watches the flames dance. The light clearing of your throat has his gaze refocusing on you instead. “What?” he asks and you feel your cheeks heat up over the request you’re about to make.

“Um, it’s kinda cold..” you mumble without looking at him. “Should’ve worn something different then”, he retorts and your lips twist into a grimace. “Had I known I would’ve been stranded on a cold beach with a prick like you I would’ve made sure to sink with the ship itself”.

Taehyun tsk’s as his gaze returns to the fire, “spare me the details”. You scoff as you turn away from him. Hugging your arms around yourself in an attempt to keep warm, you squeeze your eyes shut.

What an absolute piece of shit he was. If you did make it out you would not only purchase a kilo of mangoes, you would hire a hitman too.

The fact that you were still cold did not subside and you found yourself slightly shaking as you curled up closer to the fire. Taehyun mumbles something under his breath and you feel him shifting on the sand next to you.

Moments later a large arm wraps around your waist as he pulls you against his chest. Your eyes shoot open and your body goes stiff against his. “Better?” he asks and you can’t help but grin.

“Who knew you were such a cuddly─” “You’re pushing it, scout”.

“Scout?” you frown as you turn to look at him but Taehyun steers your face back toward the fire. “You remind me of one”, he simply states. You didn’t know if it was a compliment or an insult, probably the latter.

“Why?”

Taehyun groans, “exactly”, he shifts behind you, “always asking so many damn questions”. You pout as the frown on your forehead increases. “What’s wrong with asking questions?”.

“You familiar with the saying, ‘curiosity killed the cat’?” he asks and you roll your eyes. “You make odd parallels”, you scoff and Taehyun chuckles behind you.

Snuggling closer against his warm chest you close your eyes, “you’ll keep an eye on the fire right?”, you yawn. “Yes, now shut your mouth and sleep, your voice has me experiencing migraines.

“What a smooth talker”, you mumble as sleep slowly overtakes you. If Taehyun gave you a snarky reply you never caught it, already too far lost in a drowsy state.

The next morning you wake to a dry mouth. As you blink your eyes open you realize that the sun had yet to rise. Instead a dark pink blanket of clouds covered the small island and your eyes widened at the sight. It was beautiful.

Soon you discover that the dry feeling in your mouth had been at least a handful worth of sand. Immediately you cough and spit as you try and get as much of the grains out. Your hand feverishly brushes at your tongue in a desperate attempt to clean it, much to no avail.

Finally giving up, you glance around the small area that you and Taehyun had set up. The fire was still sparking, making a comforting crackling noise, but Taehyun himself was nowhere to be seen. Had he even slept at all? You couldn’t recall him waking you to exchange posts with him.

Your eyes land on a small patch of something a few yards away. Frowning you rise to your feet as you walk over. It isn’t until you’ve almost reached the spot of the mysterious material that you realize that you’re staring at Taehyun’s clothes.

Wide eyes scan the area once more for him. Where the hell had he gone, and why had he left his clothes here? A noise to your left has you snapping your eyes in the direction of the ocean as Taehyun surfaces from the dark water.

Running a hand through his wet hair he looks at you as he tilts his head to the side. In the dim light of the early morning you can make out the outline of his lean and muscular torso.

As your face flushes to a crimson red you quickly turn your head away. “What the hell are you doing?” you shout, loud enough for him and any other living thing in a three mile radius to hear.

“Going for a swim”, he calmly states back to you as he moves closer to the shore. The water that stopped just above his navel slowly decreased. “Stop! Stop right there!” you yell and he freezes in his tracks as a smirk plays on his lips.

“Don’t be such a prude”, he comments and you shoot him a glare. “I am not a prude”, you fold your arms across your chest and Taehyun raises an eyebrow, “no?”. Shaking your head, you refuse to look him in the eyes. Matter of fact you refuse to look his way at all, afraid that your eyes might betray you and travel lower.

“Prove it then”, he says, catching you off guard. “What..?” Taehyun’s smirk grows, “you heard me, prove it”. Huffing out a breath of air, your hands fall to your sides, unbelievable.

“Fine”, you grab onto the hem off your shirt as you pull it over your head in one swift movement. Taehyun watches with an amused expression as you kick off your shorts, leaving you in only your underwear.

Groaning internally you move to unclasp your bra, “don’t you dare look”, you say as you point an accusing finger toward Taehyun who raises his hands in innocence as he turns away.

After having discarded both bra and panties you quietly tiptoe over to the water. “Is it cold?” you ask and Taehyun snorts, “of course it is”. You frown, did he enjoy torturing himself by not sleeping and swimming in ice cold water. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he did.

Dipping a toe in the dark water you immediately hiss, “it’s freezing!”. “So? You getting in or not?” Taehyun’s impatient voice carries over the light waves. “Yes, yes, give me a minute”, you mutter as you begin wading through the cold water.

Mumbling curses under your breath you make your way over to Taehyun. As the water reaches your upper stomach you breathe out a sigh of relief, arms covering your chest you gently tap his shoulder.

Taehyun turns around and you’re immediately taken back by how…good he looks, almost too good. Water droplets gently drip from his hair and onto his chest, sliding down his toned stomach.

A shame the water was so dark in the early morning light. “You see something you like?” Taehyun’s voice snaps your gaze back up to his. “Hardly”, you scoff as you hug your arms tighter across your chest.

“And you?” you question as you raise an eyebrow toward him. “Certainly not”, Taehyun snorts as he averts his gaze.

“Good”, you say as you shift awkwardly on the spot, “no funny business alright?”. Taehyun smirks, “wouldn’t dream of it”.

As your eyes fell on his once more, you couldn’t help but wonder, had he always had such pretty eyes? His lips were pretty too, in fact all of him was. Why had it not occurred to you earlier. Perhaps you had been too busy counting his flaws to even notice how utterly gorgeous he was.

In the midst of admiring him you fail to notice how Taehyun’s own eyes move from yours to your lips, down your neck and collarbone, to where your arms neatly fold across your chest.

“It’s uh…kinda cold”, you awkwardly mumble and Taehyun hums as his arm wraps around your naked waist to pull you closer. “Better?” he asks as you’re pressed against his chest and you nod.

“No funny business though..?” you whisper and Taehyun leans his forehead against yours. Warm breath caressing your cold face, “no funny business”, he agrees before closing the small distance and claiming your lips with his own.

The kiss is tentative, as if he’s trying to figure out how to proceed. When you eagerly return it all sense of hesitance is lost as his large hand cups your face. Your longing ones find his hair as they intertwine with the wet strands.

Pulling your bottom lip between his teeth before he pushes his tongue inside your hot mouth. One hand on his neck you steady yourself as you push your bodies impossibly closer. The cold water long forgotten about.

It isn't until Taehyun’s lips leave yours to travel down your jaw and neck that you’re given the chance to comprehend what’s happening. “Taehyun…” you whisper and he groans against your skin, “yes?” he drawls without looking up from the crevice of your neck.

“We might get sick, from…from the cold water and, oh-” one of Taehyun’s hands finds your nipple as he pinches and twists it between his fingers. It’s not long before he quickly replaces his hand with his warm mouth and you let out a soft moan.

“It, it might also be d-dangerous to…mhhh, you know..” Taehyun looks up from your chest, lips ghosting over your perked nipple as he speaks, “scout, please be quiet”. Without warning he goes back to sucking and nibbling on your chest, no doubt leaving marks.

Trembling hands push his head further into your chest as a broken moan leaves your lips. As Taehyun’s lips slowly work their way back up your neck his hands travel down the cold water to caress your thighs.

“More?” he breathes out as he leans back to look at you fully. Nodding in confirmation you crash your lips back onto his, “more”, you whisper as your hands rake across his torso. Taehyun smirks against your lips, “no funny business though?”. You groan as your tongue finds his, “no funny business”.

His hands find the back of your thighs as he easily hikes you up around his waist. Arms around his neck you break the kiss to lock eyes with him one last time as you seek confirmation.

In the pink shades of the sunrise Taehyun looked almost ethereal as he stares back at you. And that is how you know that it is right. He gives you a final look of reassurance before he reattaches your lips once more.

Nails digging into his back, you slowly sink down on his cock, a groan leaving the both of you. As Taehyun slowly moves in and out of you, his lips wander across your chest once more, going over the already blooming spots of reds and purples.

“Look so pretty when that mouth of yours isn’t spewing nonsense”, he breathes against your abused skin. You give him a meek moan in reply as your head falls forward and onto his shoulder.

Your bodies moved softly together in tune with the rhythmical waves of the ocean. If you were to die on this island, you at least deserved a good time before it happened. And Taehyun was too, undeniably handsome when he wasn’t throwing snarky remarks at you.

Perhaps you could grow to like him. When he looks up from your chest, eyes filled with so much lust and desire, you’re certain that you can. He gives you a small smirk as his hand cups your face once more, thumb dragging across your cheek and wet lips.

And when you cum around his cock you realize that you don’t want it to be the last time that you do. Neither do you want it to be the last time that he fills you up so heavenly. You want to hear his fucked out groans and be met by his lustfull gaze again and again.

And by the way he leans his forehead against yours, still deep inside of you as he catches his breath, you can tell that he wants it too.

A small smile plays on your puffy lips and Taehyun reciprocates it.

In the far distance you make out a small light, as it grows you realize that it’s moving. It’s moving towards the two of you. “A boat..” you murmur as you turn Taehyun’s head in the direction of the light.

He breathes out a sigh of disbelief, “your fire worked, scout”, he says and you grin. “Thanks to someone who kept it alive all night” you add and he smirks.

One of his hands moves a wet strand of hair out of your face and your cheeks suddenly feel warm. “Let’s do it again sometime”, he mumbles as his lips ghost over yours.

“The whole being stranded thing or just the sex?” you ask and he grins.

“Just the sex, for now”.

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「 CRIMINAL CONSIENCE 」

SYNOPSIS moving rapidly through your career as one of the leading female investigators, you never once encountered a case you couldn't crack. though you never expected for your past mistakes to come back and haunt you in the form of an ex lover, accused of murder.

pairings: criminal!beomgyu x investigator!reader warnings for tape 01: mentions of drugging/drug use. oral (f, rec), marking.

GENERAL WARNINGS ─ this story contains dark themes, portraying unhealthy and toxic relationships as well as substance abuse. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK.

✎ NOTE, this story is partly told in flashbacks. beware of time stamps as present and past is mixed throughout the story.

tape 01 ─ stay away from Choi Beomgyu

February 19th 2024 ─ present time

You hated being late. You hated feeling rushed, the way things would always turn out half-assed. Yet you had turned off alarm after alarm, snoozing past at least five of them before finally pulling yourself out of bed with a groan.

Though one glance at your phone has you rushing to your feet. There was no way you’d make it in time. Pulling on your shirt, looking everywhere for a pair of socks, toothbrush in your mouth. Having to redo your ponytail three times because your stubborn hair refused to lay flat and you’d run out of hair gel.

One hand on the steering wheel and one applying lipstick messily all over your lips, you sway past the cars on the crowded roads. Parking was easy, you almost made it on the first try this time.

Stumbling your way through the hallways of your office building, earning rather confused looks from your colleagues. Finally you make it to your office, your own private space. Breathing out a sigh of relief as the door closes behind you, you glance at the clock. Only five minutes late, that was 300 seconds and...

“That’s not important now”, you sigh as you drag your feet over to your desk. There’s an unfamiliar file on top of your rather large pile. Frowning, you pick it up. Just as you’re about to open it and have a look your phone chimes.

You bring the device to your ear, “you here yet?” Yeonjun's voice carries over the line. Rolling your eyes, you sit down on your desk, “of course, what do you honestly think of me”, you snort.

“Nevermind, don’t”, you then add with a groan. Your colleague chuckles on the other side of the phone. “You seen the file I left for you?”, he asks. You turn said file over in your free hand, “you left it?”. Yeonjun hums, “I need you down in the interrogation rooms in about fifteen, that okay?”

“Of course, I’ll be there in ten”, you grin and Yeonjun scoffs, “i’ll bet”. You hang up and shove your phone in your back pocket before you make your way toward the interrogation rooms.

The sound of your heels clacking along the stone floors fill the now empty hallway. Your ponytail swings in tune with your steps and you reapply your favorite red lipstick. Red had never been a color of your choice, but it had been someone else’s.

Another echo of footsteps join yours and soon a voice calls out, “miss y/l/n!”. Turning around on the spot a smile finds its way to your lips, “Huening!”, you exclaim as the younger man approaches you.

Huening had this boyish appearance that made him look youthful and innocent. No wonder so many of your female coworkers had a thing for him. Your own history of lovers, on the other hand, were far from anything and everything Hueningkai represented.

The younger man gives you a shy smile as he hands you a mug of coffee, “you seemed to be in a rush earlier so I…”, he trails off as his gaze falls on the mug in his hand. “Well…”

“That’s very considerate of you, thank you”, you say as you take the cup from him. Bringing it up to your lips you smile, “how did you know I love lattes?”. The tips of Huening’s ears turn pink, “I er…just y’know, went with my gut feeling…”.

A small giggle escapes your lips, “never stop trusting it”, you say as you give his shoulder a pat. The younger man’s ears turn from pink to a flaming red as he nods. Clearing his throat he glances at the file in your hand.

“New case?”, he asks and you nod. “I’m about to meet the suspect just now”, you say as you take a sip of the coffee. On your way you had gone through the pages briefly. To be honest you would need at least thirty minutes to just sit down and read through them. But time was a luxury you couldn’t afford today.

Huening nods as he fidgets with the hem of his shirt, “perhaps…when you’re done, we could get lunch together?”. It was impossible for you to decline his sweet request, “I would love to”. Your younger colleague beams as he takes goodbye of you.

Sipping on your coffee, your red lipstick stains the cup. Eyes scan the papers one last time as you approach the interrogation room. Yeonjun meets you by the door, “you got the files?” he asks and you nod.

“Yes, though I’ve barely had time to go through them thoroughly”, you admit as you recall your rushed morning. Yeonjun shakes his head, “don’t sweat it”. He brings out a file of his own as he reads a few main points to you.

“23, male, brought in yesterday night at 1.22am”. Yeonjun flips the paper, “he’s under investigation for murder and attempted arson”. You nod along as you sip on your coffee, arson and murder wasn’t an unusual combination.

“Any witnesses?” you ask and Yeonjun shakes his head, “none have come forward”. You frown, “how is he linked to the crime?”. Your colleague puts his files down as he turns to look at you, “victim’s DNA on him”.

Your eyebrows raise in evident surprise, “really?”. Should no other evidence or witnesses surface the man would be as good as guilty already. Yeonjun nods as he unlocks the door for you, “good luck, I’m on the other side of the glass at all times”, he reassures and you give him a thankful smile as you step inside.

Your heels echo inside the small and dark room as you approach the table in the middle of it. Not looking up from your files you slide down on the chair opposite the man.

“You are being investigated for the murder of Park Baekhyun as well as the attempted arson against his property. You have the right to remain silent and or request for an attorney, keep in mind that anything you say can be used against you in court”, you say as you place your files down on the table.

The man in front of you looks up and your eyes widen. His dark eyes pierce yours in such a familiar way that you almost have a hard time controlling your breathing. Lips curling into a smirk as he looks at you.

But that can't be him, it’s impossible, yet he looked exactly like…

“Beomgyu?”

Your mouth betrays you before your mind has the chance to stop it. Beomgyu’s smirk only widens as it exposes his shiny teeth, the same teeth that had grazed your skin so many times before.

He lets out a short laugh, “dollface, it’s been a while hasn’t it?”.

You want to yell, shout, cry, possibly even throw your coffee in his face. But you do nothing. The smirk on his face doesn’t falter as Beomgyu tilts his head to the side, studying you, as if trying to calculate your next move, you knew he could.

Though before he has the chance to, the door behind you clicks open. Yeonjun enters with a frown plastered on his normally expressionless and professional face.

“You know this guy?”, he questions and you nod without taking your eyes off Beomgyu who’s smirk only widens. “Know? That’d be an understatement”. Yeonjun gives Beomgyu a short glance before he beckons you to follow him out.

As the doors to the interrogation room closes behind the two of you, Yeonjun turns to you with a sigh. “What on earth is going on?”. You chew on your bottom lip hesitantly, “well, I sort of…we sort of….” “were something?”. You nod, “yes, something like that”.

“It was a long time ago though”, you quickly add in a rushed tone and Yeonjun raises an eyebrow. “Exactly how long is long ago?”, he questions.

You nervously scratch at your forearm as your gaze wanders, anywhere but Yeonjun’s eyes. “I haven’t seen him in ten months..”, your voice is hushed, shameful even. And you were ashamed, ashamed of having any sort of connection to a man like that.

The look your colleague gave you might as well have had you resigning on the spot. “Jesus christ”, he mumbles as he runs a hand through his hair, “I’ll take you off the case, we’ll find someone and─”

“No!”

The words leave your lips before you even have the chance to consider them. Why? You had no clue, but you knew that you wanted─ no, needed this case. Maybe it was only to satisfy your own curiosity or perhaps it was to gain some sort of closure. Either way you knew that this case could not go to someone else. It had to be you.

Straightening your back, you glance up at Yeonjun as your arms fall to your sides. “I’m confident that I can do this”, you state as you hold his gaze. The older man gives you a look of disbelief but your persistence eventually makes him cave as he sighs.

“Alright, but if I notice that things are getting out of hand, you’re out”.

You smile, “thank you”. Yeonjun nods, “well then, if you’re ready then go on back inside”.

The silence as the doors close behind you to the interrogation room is deafening. Glancing down at the table you notice your coffee cup missing. Beomgyu turns said cup around in his hands as he studies it closely.

“You like your coffee black”, he states as you sit down opposite him. Why would he remember that? Why did your stomach jump at the fact that he did remember such a detail? You push it aside as you look up to meet his gaze, “things change”, you say as reorganize the files in front of you.

Beomgyu grins, “not you”. He leans forward as his cuffed hands rest on the table in front of him, “you look just the same”, he mumbles as he studies your face closer. You refuse to lean back, that would mean that you were scared, that you would let him win. And you wouldn’t, not this time.

“Well luckily we’re not here to talk about me”, you give him a small smile and watch as he leans back in his chair with a small grunt.

“Last night”, you begin as you glance down at the files once more, “you were at present at Park Baekhyun’s property between the hours of 10pm and 1am, what were you doing there?”.

Beomgyu bites the inside of his cheek as he grins, “cleanin’ up a mess”. You raise an eyebrow as you question him further, “what kind of mess?”. He smirks, “well certainly not the ones we used to make”. You swallow as you try to dismiss anything he says.

“What kind of mess was my question”, you repeat and Beomgyu rolls his eyes. “One of my employees messed up, he’s new, I don’t blame him”. His eyes flicker toward the glass window on one of the walls, certainly aware of the fact that Yeonjun was on the other side, even though he couldn’t see him.

“You gotta go easy on the newbies”, he then adds as his eyes shift back toward you with a mischievous glint. “But you would know all about that, wouldn’t you?” he smirks as his tongue prods at the inside of his cheek.

“I went easy on you the first time”.

He didn’t. Perhaps that was why you remembered your first encounter with Beomgyu to this day.

March 28th 2022

“Oh come on, don’t be like that. Everyone will be there!”, your friend Kayla whines as she tugs at your arm. You shake your head, “no, everyone you know will be there”. Finally pulling yourself from her grasp you flop back down on your bed. “It’ll just be awkward to bring me along”, you mutter.

Though your friend won’t have it. “Well if you’re not going then I’m not either”. The bed squeaks as she takes place beside you. The two of you stare up at the ceiling of your small apartment in silence for about thirty seconds before Kayla starts once again.

“Pleaseeeeee”, she whines as she rolls over on her side to look at you. Giving you her best pout and puppy eyes you finally give in. “Fine, but you better not leave my side”.

The first thing Kayla did was leave your side. Running off to wrap her arms around that no-good boyfriend of hers. You swallowed a gag. The club was hot, smelled like alcohol and sex, and was absolutely crowded.

You instantly regretted coming here. You knew no one, and without your only friend, your introverted self could count on a lonely night. Quietly making your way over to the bar, you order yourself a drink in an attempt to drown your regret.

As you sip on your drink, your eyes scan the dance floor after your friend. Though all you could make out were half naked bodies pressed against one another. You found your eyes wandering over to the small booths by the sides of the main floor. They were secluded, but far from private.

Then your eyes fell on him. He wasn’t your type, at least you thought he wasn’t. Maybe it was the liquor, or the overwhelming sense of loneliness you felt that night. But when your eyes locked with his, you swear the two of you could’ve been the only people in the room.

Sprawled out on the sofa to one of the booths, two of the prettiest girls draped over him, drink in his hand, mid conversation with one of the guys next to him, yet his eyes remained on yours.

One of the girls plays with his long dark hair as she whispers into his ear. He smirks as he brings his drink to his lips, over the rim of the glass you catch the subtle wink he gives you. Your heart skipped a beat.

It wasn’t like you weren’t used to getting hit on. Or even just subtly flirted with, but this, this felt different. This man was far from anything you had ever laid your eyes on, you felt intoxicated but you weren’t so sure that it was because of your drink. No, there was something about him.

So you did the only reasonable thing, you winked back.

The man’s smirk only widened as his free hand moved up the inner thigh of the other girl. She squirmed under his touch, emitting small giggles as she leaned in to kiss at his neck. He seemed to pay her little mind, eyes still trained on yours.

No matter how badly you wanted to, you couldn’t pull your eyes away from him. He was so… “Don’t even think about it”, Kayla mutters as she appears next to you, causing you to jump in your seat.

“What?” you question as you finally pull your gaze from the man and to your supposed friend. She rolls her eyes as she motions towards the man, “him”. “Don’t even think about starting anything with that man”.

You frown, “I wasn’t…”─ “oh no but you were”, she cuts you off as she orders a drink of her own. “That man is no good”, she continues as she leans against the bar, “only uses girls for his own pleasure, you’ll get hurt”.

You scoff, “what if I only seek pleasure”. Kayla frowns as she turns to look at you, “then I suggest you seek it elsewhere, he is no good”. Receiving her drink she takes a large swig and you set your own empty glass down.

“How do you know about him?” Kayla had never even mentioned the man to you before and you were curious to know her history with him. Your friend shakes her head, “used to be close to this one girl, then one night she’s off with him”.

Kayla sighs as she takes another sip of her drink, “next time I see her is two weeks later, drugged out of her mind”. Your eyes widened, Kayla had never even mentioned anything like this to you, perhaps you could understand why.

She points her drink toward the man again. His hands roam the bodies of the girls who cling to his sides as they whisper sweet nothings into his ears. “That, is what that man will do to you”, she states as she downs the last of her drink. “Besides”, she shrugs, “I have never seen him with the same woman twice”.

Setting her glass down, Kayla pulls herself from the bar, “I gotta get back to Jim”, she gives your cheek a quick peck, “call me when you’re ready to go home, yeah?”. She scurries off onto the dance floor before you have the chance to reply.

Sighing, you return your attention to the bar as you order yourself another round. Whilst waiting on your drink you feel a hand on your shoulder. Startled, you turn your head to be met by an unfamiliar man. He gives you a polite smile as he introduces himself, “Hwan” .

You can’t help but smile back, “Y/n”, you say and when he asks to join you, you comply. Hwan takes the seat next to yours, “how come I haven’t seen you before, you new in town?”, he asks as he orders himself a drink.

You shake your head, “no, just not a fan of clubs I suppose..”. The man nods, “I see, then I must’ve been real lucky to catch you here”, he grins and you giggle, “indeed”.

“You here with a friend or boyfriend?”. “Just a friend, she sort of forced me along”, you say as you sip on your drink. “So no boyfriend then?”, he asks, leaning slightly closer.

Just as you’re about to tell him no, a tall figure appears behind him. His presence makes the hair on the back of your head stand up. Hwan, inevitably notices the man as he turns around in his seat with a frown.

“Can I help─”, he begins but is quickly cut short.

“Scurry off”, the man who you’d locked eyes with previously says. Hwan glances between you and the man in a confused manner. When you don’t say anything he finally gets up as he gives you a small bow.

The man from earlier clicks his tongue as he takes Hwan’s seat, quickly calling the bartender over, “I’ll have what she’s having”.

A small silence falls over the two of you and you nervously grip your glass. What was going on? You had certainly seen the same man with two girls all over him not less than ten minutes ago. Why was he here? With you?

Sneaking a glance at him you find him already looking at you. His eyes study your face in an almost calculating way. Though he doesn’t say anything, the smirk that etches its way onto his face gives away that he likes what he sees.

As he gets his drink, the metal rings on his fingers make a clinking sound against the glass. He takes a sip as he continues to study your face. You shift in your seat, feeling rather uncomfortable under his intense gaze.

“Choi Beomgyu”, he then says. The name fit him, oddly enough. Perhaps it was a bad idea to give out your own name, a piece of you, to the man your friend had previously warned you about. But this man intrigued you, almost like a forbidden fruit that you know you shouldn’t eat. Yet you can’t help but wonder, could one bite be so bad?

“Y/l/n, y/n”, you say as you set your glass down. Beomgyu’s smirk widens. “You come here often?”, he asks and you shake your head, “rarely”. He hums against the rim of the glass, “you didn’t really strike me as the type anyway”.

You can’t help but frown at his answer, “then what type is that?”. Beomgyu raises an eyebrow as he glances toward the dance floor, you follow his gaze. “Her”, he mutters, “and her, her, her and her”.

You take in the appearance of the multiple half naked girls, pushing anything and everything they could onto the nearest stranger. Beomgyu’s eyes snap back to yours, under the blues and purple of the club, they glint in an almost starlike way.

“But not you”, he states.

“Not me”, you agree as you finish your drink. You look at him as you brush a strand of hair from your face, “then perhaps, you’re striding outside of your usual target group”.

Beomgyu tilts his head, “I’m not opposed to trying new things”.

Maybe it was the liquor, or the fact that Kayla had already warned you about him, or maybe it was the way his eyes drugged you stronger than any other substance could. But you found yourself wanting more, if he wasn’t opposed to trying new things, then who says you weren’t either?

And perhaps that was why you had let him lead you upstairs. Let him close the door behind you, sealing you away from the world. Let him push you back against the soft mattress of the foreign bed.

And maybe, just maybe that was why you had let his hands wander. The same way they did those girls not even an hour earlier. The cold metal of his rings digging into your soft thighs as he pushes them apart.

When his lips found your neck, they were soft. You had little expectations of the man currently between your legs, however, his lips being soft, had not been one of them. And he’s gentle, a lot more than you had expected. He takes his time exploring you, as if you were an exotic and foreign artifact. Something that he had never before come across.

His large hand cups your face as he exhales, letting his warm breath fan your face. His thumb pulls your bottom lip down before he pushes it inside. Your tongue immediately wraps around it as your eyes lock with his.

“You’re so pretty”, he murmurs as his free hand brushes through your hair. “Pretty like a doll”, his eyes wander down your body. “Made out of porcelain, untainted and perfect”, he whispers as he pulls his thumb from your mouth.

His now saliva coated thumb presses against your clit in a menacing way as you squirm beneath him. “And such a pretty pussy too”, he groans as he leans down to ghost his lips over where you need him the most.

His tongue drags between your folds, drawing moans and whines from you as you grip onto the bed sheets. As his tongue dwells deeper, Beomgyu uses his hands to roughly massage and grope your thighs, making sure to leave you blue and purple.

Occasionally inhaling before diving right back at your cunt, his nose stimulating your clit just enough to have you see stars but never a shooting one. Beomgyu groans between your legs at the sheer taste of you.

“Need more”, he grunts as he pulls you closer to his face. “You’ll give me more, won’t you dollface?”

You nod furiously as your thighs close around his head. Finishing all over his face with a small cry as you grip the bed sheets enough to cause ripping.

As your orgasm fades and all that is left are your trembling legs, Beomgyu finally pulls himself from your cunt. Nose, lips and chin coated in all of you. His dark eyes find yours as he smirks, “I like you dollface”, he states.

“I’ll keep you”.

And that was, exactly, how you became infatuated with Choi Beomgyu.

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SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN

─ “Soob, you mean to tell me you’ve never made out with anyone?”. Soobin remains quiet but you feel him bobbing his head in a nod. “Then we gotta fix that don’t we?”

pairings: soobinxafab!reader warnings: sub!soobin, dom!reader, implied virgin!soobin, inexperienced soobin, oral (m rec), making out, reader makes out with multiple people, no established relationships

A/N ─ started writing out of boredom and then I couldn't stop... NOT PROOFREAD heh :3

The empty beer bottle is spun around yet again. You watch in anticipation as it slows down, finally stopping in front of Yeonjun. He smirks as he glances toward Beomgyu who was in charge of the game. “Well?”, he asks and Beomgyu raises a hand as he scratches his chin thoughtfully.

“I dare you to…kiss the hottest girl in the room”, he finally says. Without hesitating Yeonjun leans forward and claims your lips in a messy kiss. His tongue is quick to slide inside your mouth and you can taste the alcohol on him.

Running a hand through his hair you lean into the kiss. Beomgyu whistles from somewhere beside you and you can hear the quiet murmurs and whispers that fill the room. When Yeonjun pulls away he gives you a wink as he sits back down.

Beomgyu claps triumphantly as he urges Yeonjun to spin the bottle again. As he does everyone leans forward slightly. The bottle comes to a stop in front of Hueningkai who squirms uncomfortably in his seat.

The look on Beomgyu’s face suddenly turns mischievous. “Huening”, he drawls, “I dare you to make out with the person to your left”. The younger boy throws a quick glance to the girl on his left as his face immediately turns a sheer pink.

Shaking his head he downs the shot in front of him instead and Beomgyu tsks. “How disappointing”, he murmurs as Hueningkai spins the bottle. Before you know it the empty glass bottle has stopped in front of you.

Your stomach is immediately filled with butterflies as you glance toward Beomgyu, awaiting his verdict. He seems to consider his choice for a long time before finally revealing it, “I dare you to spend seven minutes in heaven with the next person the bottle lands on”.

Glancing between the bottle on the floor and the shot sitting in front of you as you bite your bottom lip. You were no pussy. “Bet”, you say as you lean forward to set the bottle in motion once more.

The room goes completely silent as everyone waits in awe for the bottle to choose its next victim. After what feels like forever it slows down, it passes Hueningkai and Yeonjun. And just as you think it’s about to stop on Taehyun, it moves just slightly to the right.

Soobin swallows hard as he glances up to meet your gaze. A small smirk tugs at your lips. You had met Soobin once before, according to Beomgyu he wasn’t big on parties, you could tell. The nervous flicker of his gaze as he pushes his glasses further up on his nose, gave it all away.

Though tonight it seemed Beomgyu had finally managed to convince the poor boy. And look where it got him.

“Well?” Beomgyu interferes as he leans forward, “you gon’ do it or not?”. Standing up you reach a hand out to Soobin, “of course we are, right Soob?”. His gaze travels from your eyes to your hand as he hesitantly takes it.

You pull him to his feet before dragging him to the closet in the corner of the room. Pushing him inside the dark space, you close the doors behind you. Having underestimated just how small the closet actually was you find yourself almost pressed against Soobin’s tall frame.

The boy is completely quiet, and if it wasn’t for his ragged breathing and the fact that you were pressed up against him, you wouldn’t even have known that he was here.

“Are you ready for the time of your life, sweetie?”, you tease as you trail your finger along his neck. Soobin flinches beneath your touch and breathes out a quiet, “what?”. You can’t resist the giggle that surfaces. “Relax, I’m just playin’”, you say as you lean back against the door.

“We don’t actually have to do anything”, you shrug. Soobin is quiet for a moment before he speaks again, “really…?”, he whispers and you frown. “Yeah? You didn’t know?”, you ask, somewhat confused.

“No…”, he admits and you can hear him fidgeting nervously on the spot. “You’ve never done ‘seven minutes in heaven’ before?”, you question and Soobin confirms that he in fact has not.

“Do you usually do…stuff in it?”, he asks shyly and you grin, “yeah, y’know the usual”. Soobin is quiet for a moment, as if considering if he should ask his question or not, it was cute. “The usual?” he finally whispers.

“Uh-huh”, you lean forward again, warm breath fanning his neck as you speak, “y’know, a little innocent making out, if you’re quick, maybe a blowjob too”. Soobin’s breath hitches in his throat and you can hear him swallowing a gulp.

“But you would know all about that already”, you say as your index finger traces his jawline. You can feel him shaking his head. “No?”, you ask, faking a surprised tone. “Soob, you mean to tell me you’ve never made out with anyone?”.

Soobin remains quiet but you feel him bobbing his head in a nod. “Then we gotta fix that don’t we?”, you whisper as you lean forward, your lips ghost over his as you wait for him to push you back or say something.

When he doesn’t you softly press your lips against his. You feel him tense up as you move your lips against his stiff ones. The kiss was probably one of the worst ones you’d ever had, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away.

After a moment Soobin’s lips finally respond against your own. He kisses awkwardly, but you couldn’t blame him. Your tongue experimentally swipes at his lower lip and to your surprise he immediately parts his lips to let you inside.

Soft fingers trace his lean and surprisingly toned torso. You longed to see all that you were feeling. As your tongue pushes its way inside his mouth he makes a small noise, it was so fucking sexy.

His large hands move awkwardly to rest on your hips. You fight the urge to roll your eyes. Bringing one of your own hands to his, you guide his hand to rest against your breast. To your surprise he gently starts fondling your breasts as he pinches your hardening nipples between his thumb and index finger.

When you finally pull away yours and his heavy breaths fill the small closet. Swiping your tongue against your bottom lip, you smirk. “Not too bad for a first timer”, you comment and Soobin makes a small noise.

His evident hard on doesn’t pass you unnoticed. “Hard from just a little bit of kissing?” you ask, “you sure know how to flatter me”, you say as your fingers play with the hem of his jeans.

You glance toward his face, being unable to read his expression in the dark closet. “Wan’ me to help you out?”, you ask, not really expecting an answer. Soobin lets out a heavy breath, “y-yeah…”, he mumbles and your face lights up in a grin.

Your hand finds the zipper of his jeans, “you have to promise me one thing though”. “What is that?” Soobin asks, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. “You gon’ have to be quiet, can you do that, sweetie?”

You can make out the nodding of his head, “yes”, he whispers and you smirk.

Quickly getting to work, you unzip his jeans as you push them down along with his briefs. Though unable to see it, the feel of his cock tells you that he’s big, much bigger than anyone you’d had before.

Though you remained confident as you gave him a few soft strokes. The tip was already coated in a sweet layer of precum and you used to glide your hand along him. Soobin flinches under your touch as he lets out small noises of pleasure. If only he knew how sexy he sounded like that.

Slowly sinking to your knees, you run your free hand along his inner thigh. Soobin shivers above you as his hips buck up into your hand. “So impatient”, you mumble as your hot breath fans his hard cock. Soobin lets out a small cry of pleasure and you give him a harsher stroke, “what did I say about keepin’ quiet?”

He sniffles and lets out a small “‘m sorry”. “You’ll just focus on keeping quiet, and I’ll be good to you, okay?”. Your hand keeps a steady rhythm on his pulsating cock and Soobin nods so furiously that you can make it out in the darkness.

Pressing your tongue flat against the base of his twitching dick, your stomach fluttering at the way he reacts. Slowly working your way up and around him as your hand supports the movements of your tongue.

When you reach his tip you gently suck it into your mouth, pretending it to be a lollipop. Soobin’s hips snap forward, thrusting his cock further down your throat without as much as a warning. His sudden movements have you gagging as you pull back slightly.

Quiet apologies spill from his mouth as he tries to steady himself. “‘m sorry, shit, didn’t mean to, i’m so so sorry, please forgive me”.

“Just focus on keepin’ quiet, love”, you remind him as you place on hand on his hip to push him back. Soobin’s ramble of apologies are immediately replaced by a soft moan as you reattach your lips to his tip.

Determined to take him as deep as possible, you relax your jaw as you push him further down your throat. The feeling of his cock twitching deep inside of your throat has your core clenching and you moan softly around him, earning a whimper from the boy.

“mhhn, ‘m gonna…gonna cum, please…can I?” Soobin breathes above you. You’re surprised that he asks you for permission but the way your cunt pulsates at his words has you immediately nodding around his cock.

“You gon’ cum in my mouth, pretty boy?” you ask as you place your tongue against his tip. Soobin whimpers above you, “fuck, yes”, his trembling hands find their way to your hair as he grips onto it.

Hot spurts of liquid coat your tongue as he finishes with a soft groan. You moan at the sensation, licking him all over as you gently stroke his softening cock. Soobin’s breathing is short and ragged as he leans against the closet walls.

Wiping your mouth on the back of your hand, you gingerly rise to your feet, knees aching. As Soobin tucks himself back into his pants, you run a hand through your disheveled hair. “I think our seven minutes are up, love”.

Soobin lets out a short breath, “y-yeah..”. Without warning you push the closet doors open as you walk out. The bright light of the room immediately blinds you. Soobin steps out behind you and for the first time since you entered the small closet, you see him clearly.

Hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, his glasses crooked on his nose and his face a pretty flushed pink. He awkwardly shifts on the spot and you smirk triumphantly.

“That was thirteen minutes and forty-seven seconds”, Beomgyu retorts from his spot on the couch.

Wiping your smudged lipstick you turn to him, “I’ll make it fifteen for you”. He grins, “bet”.

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「 PRETTY PRINCESS 」 part VIII ─ do you even know how to dance?

SYNOPSIS taking a wrong turn in the 4th dimension Beomgyu finds himself two centuries behind his own with no way back, though meeting a pretty princess like you, does not seem so wrong.

pairings timetraveler beomgyuxprincess female!reader warnings noneeee :3

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Dinner with your father had always been a rare occurrence. Dinner with your father and Beomgyu, might’ve just been an even rarer one. The sound of silverware dragging across plates echo through the empty dining hall.

Your father is far too engrossed in his meal to pay neither you or Beomgyu much attention. Sat on his right, you glance up towards Beomgyu who sits opposite you on your father’s left. He seems just as unsure as you about the situation at hand.

You and your father had practically become strangers due to the time he spent away. Your ladies in waiting had done the major part in raising you and the king would communicate with you through the multiple council members he had.

Your relationship with your father had never felt personal, more so like a chore.

Finally seeming to notice the lack in conversation, your father sets his fork down as he looks between you and Beomgyu. “Well, what seems to be the matter?”, he questions and you look at him. “There is no matter at all, father”.

The king frowns, “I return home upon receiving news that my daughter is missing”, he glances toward Beomgyu, “to find that she has been safely returned home, by a prince at that”. “And you tell me it is no matter?”.

You give your father an apologetic look, “I apologize for worrying you, for I did not intend to cut your trip short”. Your father shakes his head, “nonsense, a trip as such can be done over again, my daughter, cannot”.

He takes one of your hands in his both, “you are the future of this kingdom, your safety and health comes above all and everything else”.

Of course that was what it was all about, the kingdom. You desperately wished he would see you as his own daughter, rather than another piece in his play.

“I am quite aware, father”. You retract your hand from his grip, “I suppose you should be ever grateful for Mr Choi who brought me home safely”. You glance at Beomgyu and the king does too.

“Young man, you have done me a great deed”, he says and Beomgyu gives him a small nod. “I am forever indebted to you for bringing my daughter back to me, should you ever need anything I will be at your service”.

You watch as Beomgyu’s eyes widen and he blinks a couple of times before responding, “I, uh, that is very thoughtful of you indeed, but I assure you…”

“Nonsense”, the king interrupts as he calls over a servant to pour him some more wine, “anything you want you shall have, it is the least I can do to repay you”. He takes a swig of his glass before setting it down.

“Now tell me, are you courting my daughter?”.

You almost choke on your food as you place your fork down, “father! I beg of you not to bring up such matters”. The king hears none of it as he dismisses you with a wave. Beomgyu however doesn’t seem faced by the question.

“I certainly would not be opposed to doing so”, he says as he takes a sip of his wine. Over the glass his eyes meet yours. Your father seems pleased with his answer, “I hear you come from a wealthy family”, Beomgyu nods, “indeed I do”.

“And you are to take over the throne?” the king asks to which Beomgyu shakes his head. He sets his glass down, “I have an older brother next in line”, he says, before quickly adding, “though I am educated on the same royal matters as him”.

Your father hums in approval, “my daughter will need to marry in order to succeed me”, he then explains without sparing you a glance. “Should you court my daughter, I deem you an excellent fit, and you shall have my approval”.

Your fork makes a screeching sound against the plate as you look at your father in surprise. He had been back less than a day and was already trying to marry you off. You give Beomgyu an apologetic look as you cough into your hand. He, on the other hand, only seems amused.

“I insist that you take place at the banquet tomorrow evening”, your father says as he gets up from his chair. “It would please me greatly”, Beomgyu grins.

The two of you walk toward the chambers in silence. The sounds of your footsteps echo through the large halls. “I must apologize for my father’s behavior, it was most uncalled for had I known he would…”, you trail off.

“Well I certainly would have warned you beforehand, I deeply apologize”, you say as you fiddle with the jewelry on your arms. Beomgyu chuckles beside you, “I’m quite used”, he comments and you frown.

“What do you mean?”. Beomgyu grins, “you’re too alike”, he shrugs. “M-me and my…father?”, you question in disbelief as he nods, “both so straightforward”.

Straightforward? “Just because I voice my thoughts does not mean that I am…straightforward, I am just…upfront”, you mutter. “Ain’t that the same thing?” Beomgyu asks and you groan. “No it is not”.

“Pretty sure it is”. You shake your head, “not”.

Beomgyu grins, “alright keep tellin’ yourself that”. Silence falls over you once more. You and your father were nothing alike, you had made sure of that years ago. You would not turn out like him in any way.

Then there was the part about the courting. You frown, what had he meant by all of that? Perhaps he had only said what he did to satisfy your father’s curiosity. And while it had indeed, it had only spiked your own.

“Princess, I can practically hear your brain working”, Beomgyu’s voice snaps you straight from your thoughts. You glance at him only to find him already looking at you as he walks. One of his eyebrows raised he asks, “well?”

“You said you wouldn’t be opposed to courting me, did you really mean that?”, you blurt out before you’re able to stop yourself. Beomgyu smirks, “what if I did?”. His words cause your frown to deepen, “so you’re saying you did not?”.

“I’m sayin’, what if I did?”. You shake your head, “so you did not”. Beomgyu lets out a sigh next to you as he stops walking, you do the same as you turn to look at him. “For someone as quick witted as yourself, you really are quite oblivious, princess”.

“I am not”, you retort, “it’s just…”, you struggle for words. You did not know what it was about Beomgyu that made him so hard for you to read. He said one thing but sometimes you were sure he meant something completely different.

“You’re…”, you pull your bottom lip between your teeth before letting it go again, “you’re so different from anyone I’ve ever met, I can’t seem to figure you out and it…it bothers me”, you admit with a heavy sigh.

Beomgyu takes a step toward you as he leans closer, tilting his head down ever so slightly, “then stop trying to figure me out”. His sudden proximity makes all muscles in your body tense as your gaze gets stuck on his.

“How?” your voice is barely above a whisper. One of Beomgyu’s fingers trace the soft outline of your face, pushing away the strands of hair that fall in front of your eyes. “You’re stuck here”, his index finger lightly presses against your forehead, “when you need to be here”, his finger moves to stop just above the rhythmic thumping of your heart.

Your wide eyes follow the movements of his hand before glancing up toward him again. His expression is unlike anything you’ve ever seen on him. Soft dark eyes stare right back at yours as he smiles a genuine smile, none of his teasing evident.

“You’re saying I should think with my heart?”, you whisper and Beomgyu shakes his head. “Don’t think at all”, he says as his hand falls to his side again, “just do”.

Just do? Was that what he did? It would explain his otherwise inexplicable behavior. To do what your heart told you was never something you had considered. It had never been an option. You had learned from a young age that putting your feelings aside was crucial if you wanted to succeed in your duties.

You knew that there was no point in allowing your heart to have desires only for them to be crushed again. Your life had been planned for you, before you had even been born. So the thought of something else, something different, had never crossed your mind.

But Beomgyu made it feel like maybe, maybe it was possible. Beomgyu had made your heart feel things for the first time. Things you had been afraid to feel. Yet you never felt afraid when you were with him. You felt as if…

“Everything’s gonna be alright”, he says as his lips twitch into one of his grins. “You worry too much, princess”. You look down to the floor, “perhaps…”, you mumble. “And you worry too little,” you add as you raise an eyebrow toward him. Beomgyu’s grin grows, “perhaps”.

You begin walking again, “the banquet”, you say as you keep your gaze ahead. “Will you attend?”. “Do you want me to?” he asks and you can hear the mischievous edge in his voice. “Yes”.

In the corner of your eye you see Beomgyu’s lip twitch into a smirk, “then I shall”. You can’t help but smile before a slight frown crosses your features, “do you even know how to dance?”

“Rhythm is essential”, you say as you push your hair out of your face. “That’ll be no problem”, Beomgyu smirks. You refrain from asking exactly what he meant by that.

The small sofa and table had been pushed aside as you made room for the two of you in your bedchamber. It wasn’t optimal but it would have to make do.

“Your left hand goes here”, you guide his hand to rest on your waist as you place your right on his shoulder. “Like this?”, he asks as he pulls you against his chest. “Ah, not quite”, you mumble as you feel blood rushing to your cheeks.

Clearing your throat, you take a small step back. “There are six movements you need to know”, you explain as you intervene your hand with his. “Typically the man leads the dance, but since this is your first time I will lead and you follow along”. Beomgyu smirks, “you got it, princess”.

“Alright…just mirror what I do”. As you begin to slowly move, Beomgyu follows along with more ease than you had expected. When your feet move forward his move back, when you move to the side so does he. His movements are light and flowy, had he really not done this before?

“So, what’s your verdict?”, he asks as the two of you move in small circles across your chamber. You glance to him before quickly averting your gaze, afraid that allowing yourself that type of distraction might make you mess up. “You’re a surprisingly good dancer”, you mumble and Beomgyu smirks. “I happen to have a surprisingly good teacher”.

You roll your eyes, “you flatter me”. You watch as the smirk on his face almost doubles in size, “I like to take my chances”.

“Why don’t you try leading then?”, your movements come to a stop as you reposition yourself. Beomgyu does the same, “watch and learn, princess”, he says as he begins moving again, pulling you along.

Surprised at how smoothly he moves and with so much confidence, you can’t help but gaze at him in awe. “Where did you learn to dance like this?”, you mumble half-jokingly and Beomgyu smiles.

Suddenly his grip on your waist falters as he spins you around. Taken aback by his sudden movements you stumble on your own feet, only for Beomgyu’s hand to be back on your waist as he catches you.

He grins as he looks down to meet your gaze, “you alright there, princess?”. Your face might as well just be on fire when you choke out a meek reply. “I…uh, I’m okay”. Beomgyu pulls you to stand on both feet before continuing to circle you around your chamber.

“There will be a lot of ladies for you to dance with tomorrow evening”, you mumble as Beomgyu spins you around once more, this time your steps do not falter. He frowns, “thought I learnt this so that I could dance with you”.

He wanted to dance with you? Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you try and prevent the smile threatening to creep up on your face. “Of course you will dance with me but…perhaps you would maybe like to dance with one of the other ladies as well”, your voice is somewhat bittersweet at the thought.

“Our kingdom has many fine ladies”, you add as you try and coax your voice into that of a kind one. Beomgyu is silent for a moment before he replies, “why dance if I can’t dance with the princess?”.

You’re almost certain that he can make out the prominent blush on your cheeks. “Then…then we shall dance”, you mumble shyly and Beomgyu’s grip on your waist tightens, “perfect”.

The banquet came around sooner than you had anticipated. But for once you were filled with excitement rather than dread. What would usually end up in plain conversation and getting your toes stabbed by your many partners, would today be, Beomgyu, just Beomgyu.

You knew that it was getting rather concerning how infatuated with him you had become. For tonight though, you were willing to put it aside. You wanted to enjoy this evening, to the fullest.

Your ladies in waiting spend the majority of the afternoon getting you ready. They much as you seem especially excited for tonight. You supposed it had to do with the fact that the king would be attending as well.

Since your mother’s passing many, if not all, of the kingdom’s ladies had their eye on the king. You could hardly share their keen interest in your father but it was impossible for their excitement not to rub off on you.

At last, you had settled on a light pink gown. It had been complemented with lots of pearly jewelry as well as a neat bow tied into your hair. “Her highness looks beautiful”, one of your ladies comments and the others are quick to agree.

“Are you to dance with the young prince who saved you?” another asks and the rest lean closer in sheer curiosity. Word of Beomgyu had spread like wildfire through the palace. What was it that he had called it…a celeb…celebrity…, he had referred to himself as something like that.

You’re unable to hide the smile on your face as you nod, “I am hoping to dance with him yes”, you admit and your ladies in waiting giggle in excitement.

Seated by your father, you glance out amongst the ballroom as it slowly fills with people. Your eyes scan for Beomgyu but you cannot seem to find him. Impatiently tapping on the armrest to your chair, you frown.

“Looking for someone?”, your father inquired next to you. “Hardly”, you say as you lean back against your chair. Your eyes continue their search for their target, so busy that they fail to notice the approaching figure until it is right in front of you.

“Her highness!”, Mr Fitz bows in front of you and you grimace. “Mr Fitz…what do I owe the pleasure”. The older man gives a sly smile, “why I of course come to ask for her highness’s first dance of the evening”. He extends a hand, you cast a pleading look to your father, but the king pays no mind as he gazes ahead.

Swallowing a sigh of defeat you take his hand as you allow him to guide you to the dance floor. “Ah, I have much to tell her highness about my most recent adventures”, he says as he pushes his way through the crowd, earning himself a couple of side glances.

“I’m sure her highness will be much intrigued to hear about…”, though he doesn’t get to finish his sentence before a tall figure cuts in front of him.

“Princess, I am aware of my late appearance but you do not need to be so quick to replace me”, Beomgyu grins as he takes your hand in his.

Mr Fitz's voice carries out from somewhere behind Beomgyu but you do not care to listen. All you see is Beomgyu, and he is right in front of you, and he looks so…beautiful. You smile, “well you kept me waiting”.

“My apologies”, Beomgyu takes a step back, making sure to push Mr Fitz in the process. “Oh my, you ought to watch where you stand”, Beomgyu grins, “the dance floor is for dancing after all”.

Mr Fitz’s face has turned the color of a tomato. “Have you absolutely no manners?”, he exclaims as he pulls at the collar of his dress robe. Beomgyu raises an eyebrow, “not really”, he gives Mr Fitz a smile, “though I thank you for bringing her to me, I had such trouble finding her”.

“Ah besides, I’m sure you know the saying, finders keepers”, Beomgyu smirks as he pulls you closer. You resist a giggle as Mr Fitz gives Beomgyu a glare, he however bows to you before taking his leave, “we shall continue later your highness”.

“She won’t have time later”, Beomgyu says, not sparing the older man a glance. Mr Fitz might’ve just exploded on the spot. Thankfully he walks off before Beomgyu has the chance to do more damage to his ego.

“What an annoying little thing”, he comments as he pulls you along on the dance floor. “If only you knew”, you sigh. “What took you so long?”, you wonder as he spins you around. Beomgyu smirks as he pulls you toward him again, “one cannot rush perfection”.

You scoff, yet you couldn’t deny that he looked absolutely breathtaking tonight. His dark hair fell beautifully around his face, framing his sharp and delicate features. His white dress shirt looked much like the other gentlemen’s yet he stuck out like a diamond in the rocks to you.

“You suit pink well, princess”, he mumbles as his gaze wanders over you. Biting your bottom lip you glance down, “it happens to be my favorite color”. Beomgyu grins, “I’ll keep that in mind”.

A small smile tugs at the corner of your lips. “That reminds me…”, your gaze meets his, “you never told me yours”. Beomgyu looks at you thoughtfully for a moment, “don’t think I have one”, he admits and you frown. “How can you not have a favorite color?”.

He shrugs, “does one need a favorite color?”, you nod, “most definitely”. Beomgyu chuckles as the two of you continue to dance in silence. “I suppose purple is nice”, he says, a slight frown etched onto his face. “I like purple”, you whisper, “it’s my second favorite color”.

Beomgyu raises an eyebrow, “you got a third one?”. “Blue”. He grins, “of course you do”.

As the evening progresses you dance almost all your dances with Beomgyu. Your conversation ranged from various topics and that night you learned a lot about him. It was almost midnight when the two of you decided to leave the ballroom to venture through the large castle gardens, which Beomgyu had yet to see.

The soft patter of footsteps against the graveled path echo through the night air. You thought the gardens looked absolutely beautiful at night, only illuminated by the soft moonlight.

Beomgyu walks close to you, his warmth emitting off of him and onto you. “If you could do anything, what would you do?”, you ask as you keep your gaze on the path ahead. Beomgyu is silent for a moment before he asks, “anything?”. You nod, “anything”.

“I’d probably be doing what I love”, he states. You turn to him, “then what exactly is it that you love doing?”

Beomgyu grins, “music”. You frown, “really?” You hadn’t known he liked music, let alone so much that he would only do it if he could.

“Though our music is different from yours”, he says as he gives you a playful glance. “How so?” you ask, curiosity heightened. He thinks for a moment, as if figuring out how to explain himself, “it contains a lot more instruments, and singing”.

You tilt your head as you look at him, “do you sing?”. Beomgyu nods as he bites the inside of his cheek, “sorta”. Your eyes widen in awe, “you must sing to me sometime”, you plead and Beomgyu grins. “If that’s what you want, princess”.

The two of you walk on for another couple of minutes in a comfortable silence. “What about you?” Beomgyu suddenly asks. You look at him in confusion, “what about me?”. “If you could do anything, what would you do?”

You bite your lip as you consider your answer. It wasn’t really something you thought about a lot. You had never had the opportunity of doing whatever you wanted therefore you had no idea what you would actually want to do should you have such freedom. Perhaps that is what you wanted. Freedom.

“I think…”, you begin, nipping off a flower, you trace the soft petals with your fingers, “I think I would like to be someone else, if I could”. Beomgyu turns to look at you with a frown as the two of you continue on walking. “Why?”, he asks and you shrug.

“It would be nice, to be anyone but me”, you pick one of the petals off as you let it fall to the ground. “I know it does sound silly but…I don’t like being me”. Beomgyu stops walking as he turns to fully look at you. “I don’t think it sounds silly”, his words are sincere and his gaze soft as he studies your face.

You offer him a small smile, “no?”. He shakes his head, “no”.

He takes a step forward, “though, I don’t want you to be someone else”. You frown as you glance up at him, “I don’t understand”, you mumble. Beomgyu grins as his finger brushes a strand of hair out of your face.

“I’m sayin’ I like you for you”, he says. And he says it so casually, as if it were the most obvious thing in the universe. “If you were someone else then, who would be my princess?” Your mouth parts in surprise as you look at him, “you like me?”, you whisper.

Beomgyu smiles, “yeah? thought I just stated that”. You blink once, then twice, disbelief evident on your face. “I…”

His fingers graze your jaw and he tilts his head forward, so close that your noses almost touch. “Why? you don’t believe me?”, he whispers and your breath gets stuck in your throat. “I’ll show you”, he murmurs and before you know it his soft lips are on yours.

You had dreamt about your first kiss for as long as you could remember. Having read plenty of romance novels and reenacted the scenario so many times that you were sure that you would be prepared for when it actually came. But when it did, it was nothing like you had imagined.

Beomgyu’s lips fit so perfectly onto your own. They felt like soft feathers, they tasted sweet and they were right. You barely register the way his hand moves from your chin to your hair, how his other one finds its way to your waist.

When he pulls you closer your hands move instinctively to wrap around his neck, your flower falls to the ground, long forgotten about. You never wanted this moment to end yet all you wanted was to open your eyes and be met by his own. Was this what it meant to like someone, if so you were sure that you loved Beomgyu.

Finally he pulls his lips from yours and you blink up at him. A faint smile plays on his lips and in that moment, he is all that matters.

“I think…I think I like you too”.

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「 PRETTY PRINCESS 」 part VII ─ a castle fit for a prince

SYNOPSIS taking a wrong turn in the 4th dimension Beomgyu finds himself two centuries behind his own with no way back, though meeting a pretty princess like you, does not seem so wrong…?

pairings timetraveler beomgyuxprincess female!reader warnings none

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“There are a few main points you ought to know before- watch out!”, you shriek as the carriage shakes yet again. The way home had been albeit bumpier than you remembered and you found yourself clinging on the sides of the carriage for support.

“Watch the holes in the ground”, you give Beomgyu a glare. “M’bad princess, you were sayin’?”, he grins as he keeps his gaze ahead.

The carriage itself had been transformed, from the signature navy blue ones the castle held, to a sleek and black one. The horses had been altered as well, if only so slightly. “Look at what she did to Apples”, Beomgyu had complained as he saw how the white horse had gotten a big brown mark on her left eye.

Straightening yourself you gaze ahead, you guessed that you had another couple of hours until you reached the palace. “For one, we need to work on your vocabulary”, you fold your arms across your chest.

Beomgyu raised an eyebrow, “what’s wrong with my vocabulary?”

Was he being serious right now? “I… you simply cannot use such profanities as a prince, it is highly improper. Besides, you need to blend into our time period”.

Beomgyu nods, “alright, I’ll give it a go”. He turns to you with a smirk, “how’s the day treating you, m’lady? Perhaps we are to take an evening stroll by the lake”.

You cringe at his words. It felt weird hearing him speak like that, like you. “What? not up to your standards, princess?” You shake your head, “no, it’s good. It just feels odd, hearing you speak like such”.

Beomgyu grins, “why I think I sound pretty fly”, he motions the horses forward, “perhaps the princess will even let me court her”, he winks and your face flushes with color. You always seemed to forget how boldly he threw such proposals around.

“Why of course, every prince has the right to try and court the princess”, you say as you pick at your nails, “though one has yet to succeed”.

Beomgyu smirks, “I like a challenge”.

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you gnaw on it. His confidence was alluring and with each day passing you found yourself in deeper waters. Most likely he had no clue how much his words had affected you. It worried you.

But you had greater problems at hand. You had…the palace. “We’re almost there”, you say as the large buildings present themselves in front of you. Beomgyu has the carriage come to a stop and you get down to take place inside the wagon.

Straightening out your dress as you sit down you look over at Beomgyu who leans against the door. “You know what to say?”

He smirks, “‘course princess, don’t worry your pretty mind”. And with that he closes the door. Swallowing hard, you gaze out of the small carriage window as the familiar castle grounds come into vision.

You trusted Beomgyu, perhaps a lot more than you should.

You barely make it to the palace gates before the carriage is stopped. From the tiny window you can make out a few guards approaching. Their conversation with Beomgyu is muffled and you can only catch a few phrases here and there.

That is until the carriage door is opened. Immediately you jump into action as you throw yourself into the arms of the surprised guard who’d opened the door. “Oh thank heavens I am home again!”, you exclaim as you bury your face in his shoulder.

The guard stiffly gives your back a pat as he glances over to his men. They all exchange confused looks. “Oh it’s been horrible”, you sniffle into the guards armor.

He tries to pull you off, “princess, what on earth are you doing with this foreign man?”, he questions as you wipe your tears. “I found her on the side of the road”, Beomgyu explains as he gets down from the driver’s seat. Immediately swords are aimed against him and he raises his hands in innocence.

“No, lower them!” you yell at the guards who are quick to obey as you cling to Beomgyu’s side. “For this man is the reason that I am well today”, you give Beomgyu a longing look and he squeezes your arm.

The guard whose arms you’d flung yourself at frowns, “your highness, I must inquire that…”

“Save it”. You sob as you shake your head.

“Have you not for a second stopped to consider what I had to undergo”. The guard bows, “of course your highness”, he clears his throat awkwardly, “but what of the carriage you were sent in, and you driver, was he of no help?”.

Oh the driver, you’d completely forgotten about him. Had he not made his way back onto castle grounds? You glance over at Beomgyu but don’t find much relief in his expression. You pull another heartfelt sob from your throat as you shake your head.

“I…I don’t know, it was dark, and then the carriage it…it…it flipped”, you sniffle. “The horses they…they got loose and I hit my head and…and when I woke up I…”, you sob into your hands as Beomgyu rubs your back soothingly.

“I was all alone…”, you whisper, “and it was cold, so cold”. You pretend to shiver at the thought as you raise your head from your hands again. The guards share looks of surprise and curiosity with each other. Though you weren’t certain that they had bought your story.

“That’s when he found me!” you hug Beomgyu’s arm tightly, “oh I do not even want to think about what could’ve happened to me had Prince Choi not showed up when he did!”

The guards whisper quietly amongst themselves as they eye Beomgyu, upon hearing that he was a prince their attitude toward him seemed to have changed. “You mean to tell me that this man saved your life?”, the same guard speaks up.

You nod, “if he did!”. Beomgyu grins beside you, “one cannot resist their services to such a beautiful lady in need”, he shrugs. Another guard steps forward, “and what were your business before finding the princess?” he asks.

“Oh I had a few duties around the area, it was pure luck that I found her highness when I did”, he gives you a warm smile and you feel your face heating up despite his words actions being a mere play.

Finally the palace guards seem to be put at ease as they nod in confirmation amongst each other. Quiet words were being exchanged between them. Oh how you hated when they left you out of their conversations.

“Ahem,” you clear your throat, immediately gaining their attention, “to thank Prince Choi for his help I think it would be our duty as the royal palace to offer him a room and stables for his horses to rest up after his long journey”.

The guards exchange hesitant looks and you frown, “that was not a question but an order”. You let go of Beomgyu as you stand up straight, “even if the king is not here I am still the princess and you take orders from me”.

Thankfully your words seemed to have effect as the guards immediately nod and hurry to move the carriage along with the horses. You smile triumphantly as the two of you begin walking back to the palace.

“You bossing them around like that, was hella sexy”, Beomgyu smirks and you frown. “Sexy?” you ask as you keep your gaze on the way your feet move forward. Beomgyu hums next to you, “perhaps your term would be, attractive”.

Despite keeping your eyes on your feet, his words almost made you stumble. Did he mean he found you attractive? You didn't get the chance to give it much thought as the large gates opened and you entered the palace.

Beomgyu was given a room not far from yours, on your own request. Since you parted ways by noon you had yet to see him. Pacing impatiently in your room you try and think of an excuse to go see him, anything really.

Or did he perhaps wish to be alone? He had, after all, been stuck with you for the last days. It wouldn’t be unsurprising if he wished for a few moments of privacy. Yet you found yourself longing to speak to him. Conversation with him was, fascinating? No, that was the wrong word, it was intriguing, it was new.

Silently giving up you grab one of the books still discarded on the small table by the sofa. The weather was nice and you decided to read out on your balcony for a change. The matter certainly had nothing to do with the fact that Beomgyu’s balcony was just a few paces next to yours. Why would it?

The chair makes a screeching noise as you pull it over the stone floor and you cringe at the sound. You place it slightly facing the balcony next to yours, though that was only because the sun would’ve stung your eyes if not. So you told yourself.

You make yourself comfortable as you begin to read. Though you keep your eyes strained on the page, the words seem to blend together with one another. Frowning you refocus your attention but to no avail.

A small noise is heard somewhere below your balcony and you almost fall out of your chair in surprise. “Your highness!”, a voice calls. You groan as you slam your book shut.

Leaning over the balcony railing you put on your best smile, “Mr Fitz, what brings you here?” The older man grins, he had disgusting teeth you thought. “Your highness left so suddenly the night after the banquet, and now that I heard what happened I came as soon as I possibly could!” Of course he did.

You refuse a grimace, “why you certainly didn’t have to, I am more than well, I can assure you”. But Mr Fitz only shakes his head, “nonsense! it is my duty to make sure her highness is well, if you are to be my wife I shall need you to be in excellent health”, he boasts as he squints up at you.

“Ah, of course..”, you smile meekly. “Will I perhaps see her highness at the banquet tomorrow evening?”, he asks, knowing you would be there. It was of course mandatory for the hostess to attend their banquets, and since your father was absent it left you.

“Perhaps you will”, you say and watch how Mr Fitz’s expression immediately brightens. “Then I shall like to request for your first dance”, he smiles and you grimace. “I will make no such promises”, your tone is half joking. Mr Fitz however does not seem fazed.

“I shall keep you to your word you highness for-”

“Oh! There was just a knock at my door, I fear it might be my ladies in waiting”, you abruptly cut him off before he has the chance to cause more damage. “If you do not mind me…”

“Of course not!”, Mr Fitz bows, “I shall not take up more of her highness’s time for we will have plenty more to come”. You really hoped for the opposite.

Giving him a stale smile and an awkward wave you scurry back into your bedchamber. Slumping down against your bed you breathe out a sigh of relief. Thank goodness you managed to find yourself an excuse. Who knows how long he could’ve kept──a knock to your chamber doors startles you.

Sitting up you frown, you weren’t expecting anyone. The part about someone being at your door had been a mere excuse to get Mr Fitz off your heels. It couldn’t possibly be him could it?

The knocks get more urgent. Your ladies in waiting would have certainly called out to you by now. Bracing yourself, you walk up to the door as you swing it open.

Full on ready to take on Mr Fitz but to your surprise you find, “Beomgyu?”. He grins as he tilts his head, “who else, princess”. Your eyes widen as you scan the hallways, “what on earth are you doing out here?”, you hiss, pulling him inside before slamming the chamber doors shut behind him.

Beomgyu frowns, “thought you’d be a little happier to see your savior”. “Oh spare me”, you scoff, “what if any of the palace maids saw you? Do you even know how fast rumors spread around here?” you fold your arms across your chest.

Beomgyu smirks, “no I’m afraid I don’t”, he steps closer and you’re forced to look up to meet his gaze. “Enlighten me, what kind of rumors would that be?”.

Feigning ignorance you snort, “I think you know very well what kind”. Beomgyu looks thoughtful for a moment before he speaks, “you mean those rumors?”. “Yes..”.

“Why would they make such assumptions?” he tilts his head as he studies your flushed face. You clear your throat, “well uh, because you are a man…and I am a…woman”. You cough awkwardly into your hand, “and you uh, just so happen to be visiting my…my bedchambers..”, the last part comes out as a mere whisper.

“But I’ve been here before”, he comments as he glances around the familiar room. “Are you saying that just because we are man and woman, there has to be a sexual attraction?”. His bold use of words has you almost choking on your own saliva.

“N-no, certainly not…but I, the palace maids, they…they gossip and they might get the wrong…wrong idea, and…”, you stumble over your words as your gaze remains fixated on the wall behind him. Beomgyu smirks as he leans closer, “or are you perhaps implying that there is such an attraction between the two of us?”.

“I…what? No!”, you shake your head, “whatever makes you think I…I…you know..”. Your face feels like a boiling pot. “What makes me think you’re sexually attracted to me?” Beomgyu tilts his head as he smiles.

“For christ sake stop using that word!”, you shriek, the color on your face only intenses. Beomgyu chuckles as he leans back, “relax princess, I’m just jokin’ around”. You frown, “I certainly do not appreciate your jokes”.

“Right, I forgot you guys are prudes”, he tsks. “I am not a prude!” you retort, “I just…happen to have social etiquette”. Beomgyu raises an eyebrow, “and look where that’s gotten you”. His words have you frowning, “what are you implying?”.

He shrugs, “you want somethin’ you gotta say it”. You shake your head, “it is far more complicated than that”. “No, you make it complicated”, Beomgyu corrects as he looks at you and for the first time since your first encounter you find no hint of charisma or playfulness in his expression.

“How do I…”, you don’t get to finish your sentence as the large doors to your bedchambers are swung open. You jump in surprise as one of the guards from earlier bursts in. He doesn’t even seem to recognize the fact that Beomgyu is in the room as he catches his breath.

“What on earth is all this commotion?”, you ask as you worriedly look over the guard. He pants as he shakes his head, “your highness”, he breathes out.

“The king has returned”.

A/N ─ yes this is awfully short, no I am not sorry. I am fully intending on releasing another chapter this weekend and you guys are so not ready for it. this was sorta a filler chapter but nonetheless important!!

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beomiracles · 20 days

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CRIMINIAL CONSIENCE → TEASER

pairings: criminal!beomgyu x investigator!reader PUBLISH DATE → 19th of April, read chapter one here.

TEASER Sipping on your coffee, your red lipstick stains the cup. Eyes scan the papers one last time as you approach the interrogation room. Yeonjun meets you by the door, “you got the files?” he asks and you nod.

Your heels echo inside the small and dark room as you approach the table in the middle of it. Not looking up from your files you slide down on the chair opposite the man.

But that can't be him, it’s impossible, yet he looked exactly like…

“Beomgyu?”

Your mouth betrays you before your mind has the chance to stop it. Beomgyu’s smirk only widens as it exposes his shiny teeth, the same teeth that had grazed your skin so many times before.

He lets out a short laugh, “dollface, it’s been a while hasn’t it?”.

A/N ─ guys, I'm aware that I should NOT be starting something new right now...but I literally couldn't hold myself back when this idea entered my mind.

for my pretty princess enjoyers, do not worry, my main focus is still on pretty princess and I will prioritise updating it. this story will be sort of a side project that I work on when I have time until pretty princess is finished! though I am VERY excited for this as well :3

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beomiracles · 21 days

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LEAVE A WINDOW OPEN

─ “My dad…he’s right next door, what if..”. Kai’s eyes seek yours as he runs a hand through your hair, “doesn’t that make it all the more exciting?”.

pairings: hueningkai x afab!reader warnings: oral (f rec), slight marking like if you squint really hard.

CHARACTERS ARE ABOVE THE AGE OF 18.

The candle on your bedside table sparks, illuminating your small bedroom. Engrossed in the novel in your hands, you’re oblivious to your surroundings. That is until a light tapping pulls you from your book.

You glance around the room, silence. Frowning you return to your novel only to be interrupted mere seconds later by yet another tap. Realizing that the sound is coming from your window you quickly put the book down as you swing your legs over the bed.

Pushing the heavy windows open you lean out to try and see whatever caused the noise. A small whistle can be heard from somewhere below, “psst!”. You look down in surprise to find your boyfriend looking up at you, grin on his face.

“Huening what on earth are you…”, your words fall short as your boyfriend skillfully uses the pipelines to pull himself up. In a matter of seconds he’s face to face with you, breathing heavily.

He tilts his head, “well? you gonna let me inside?”. Blinking dumbfoundly you step back to make room for him. “What- I don’t understand how-” you begin but your boyfriend quiets you with a kiss to your lips.

“Missed my girlfriend”, he sighs against your lips as he pushes you back onto the bed. “I missed you too but..”, you mumble as Huening’s hands caress your bare thighs before wandering up your nightgown.

“Not here, not now”, your hands on his chest push him to a safe distance. Your boyfriend tilts his head as he smiles, “why not?”.

Anxiously biting your bottom lip you glance toward the door of your room. “My dad…he’s right next door, what if..”. Kai’s eyes seek yours as he runs a hand through your hair, “doesn’t that make it all the more exciting?”.

Exciting.

Everything about Hueningkai was exciting. From the way he’d so boldly asked you out in front of the whole school. The way he would pick you up every morning on his motorbike, chuckling when you wrap your arms around his waist as he speeds up.

His kisses were exciting, his touch was electrifying. Him sneaking out in the dead of night, risking a scolding from both his and your own parents simply because he missed his girlfriend.

“Maybe…I..but-”. Your boyfriend’s rough hands spreads your plush thighs apart as a smirk spreads on his face. Positioning himself between your legs he pauses to press a kiss to your lips, “i’ll be quick, yeah?”, another kiss to your soft lips, “and you’ll be quiet, I know you can baby”.

His lips leave yours to reattach onto your thighs, pressing soft kisses all the way along your flesh as he bites and sucks gently at the skin. His touch has you squirming against him as your fingers fiddle with his hair.

“Is this really a good idea- oh”, biting your lips you suppress the moan that threatens to escape as Huening’s lips presses a soft kiss to your clothed core. Your boyfriend grins against your cunt, “I think it might be the best idea I’ve ever had”.

His fingers play teasingly with the hem of your cotton panties, “mind if I get this out the way?”. Your fingers grip on his hair tightens, “please”.

Your underwear swiftly pulled to the side, Huening’s warm breath on your naked core has you gasping. Impatient tugs on his hair has him smirking as he presses his tongue against your clit.

Letting out a quiet whimper, your thighs press against the sides of your boyfriend’s face. It only seems to spur him on further as he pushes his tongue as far as he can inside your aching cunt.

Rough hands caress your tense thighs as he pushes his face inevitably closer to your dripping core. The sounds that he makes are enough to send your mind into a haze as your hands painfully pull at his hair.

“Been cravin’ you all week”, Huening groans against your cunt. His words have your stomach tensing as your orgasm slowly builds.

Nose rubbing against your clit so perfectly has you arching your back off the soft cushions. A soft moan leaves your lips before you immeditaly bite them shut. Your boyfriend chuckles against your clit.

“You gon’ cum on my face, baby?” he asks so sweetly as he looks up from between your legs. Chin, lips and nose covered in the essence of you. Furiously nodding your head, you pull him back against your cunt desperately.

When your orgasm washes over you it takes everything in you not to cry out, thighs near crushing Huening’s head and fingers ripping his hair out. Your boyfriend doesn’t seem to mind as he keeps licking and sucking at your now abused clit.

As your legs stop trembling and release his head from their iron grip he looks up. Smirk on his face, he licks his wet lips. “Wasn’t too hard was it?”.

Gently placing your panties back over your stained cunt before he moves to lay next to you. Long fingers trace the outlines of your flushed face as he looks at you with lustfull eyes.

“Leave a window open, I like easy access when I crave a midnight snack”.

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「 PRETTY PRINCESS 」 part VI ─ blue mushrooms sting

SYNOPSIS taking a wrong turn in the 4th dimension Beomgyu finds himself two centuries behind his own with no way back, though meeting a pretty princess like you, does not seem so wrong…?

pairings timetraveler beomgyuxprincess female!reader warnings swearing

#serene adds ✎... been super busy this week but I'm glad I managed to get this out !! chapter index

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“Ow! that stings”, Beomgyu exclaims as a thorn bush cuts through his sleeve, yet again. “Quit whining, in this pace we won’t make it back before sunset”, you groan as you march on forward. Your dress hiked up above your knees as you stepped through the muddy trenches.

Besides the mysterious drop of faith, Endora had everything she needed for the potion with the exception of a certain mushroom. Her words, “it only grows a certain time of year and is incredibly difficult to harvest, I like to save myself the trouble”.

And so you and Beomgyu had set out to find said mushroom, bringing along only a small knife and a pouch to store the plant in. The walk so far had been a complete misery, with thorn bushes covering your path that slowly descended into a muddy mess.

Every step became heavier as you sank further into the ground. “She could’ve just used her little wooden stick and this would’ve been done in a second”, Beomgyu mutters as he frees himself from the grip of the thorn bush.

“She already told us, magic doesn’t work for harvesting her materials”, you shrug, “besides she’s doing so much for us already, it’s the least we can do to repay the favor”. Beomgyu lets out a short breathy laugh behind you, “she’s just sayin’ shit to get by, princess”.

You frown, “you ought to-”, your words are swallowed by the shriek that leaves you as your foot catches on a snare and you stumble forward. Though you never hit the ground. A firm grip on your wrist and an arm around your waist is quick to catch you.

“Careful, princess”, Beomgyu smirks above you, his face seemingly closer than ever. “Wouldn’t wanna ruin that pretty dress”. His grip on your waist doesn’t falter and you begin to wonder how many times he’s had his arms around you the past day.

He swiftly pulls you up to stand straight and you clear your throat awkwardly. “I uh, I think the dress is quite ruined already”, you say as you look down to the mud that engraved itself on the thin garment.

Beomgyu doesn't reply as he looks at you, you’re unable to read his expression. “Oh uhm…you can let me go, I assure you I won’t fall a second time..”, you say when you notice the way he’s still holding onto you.

“Oh right”, he mumbles as he quickly lets go of you. There’s a brief moment of silence, neither of you seem to know what to say as you glance around the swampy forest. Your eyes land on a small patch of color, blue.

“They’re very easy to spot as they grow in small groups, their bright blue color gives them little to no camouflage so I have no doubts about them being a trouble to find”. Endora had said as she shoved the small pouch and knife into your hands.

Blue, it had to be them. “Over there”, you say as you point in the direction of the pop of color. Beomgyu squints, “where?”. Rolling your eyes you grab his wrist as you pull him along.

Upon closer inspection you can in fact make out that they’re very much mushrooms. “You sure it’s them?” Beomgyu asks as you kneel down to have a closer look. “I mean, one can never be one hundred percent certain”, you nod, “but these should be them”.

“If only we had google to aid us”, Beomgyu sighs behind you. You turn to look at him, “what on earth is a google?”. He grins, “someone who can answer any question and solve any problem”.

Your eyes widen in disbelief, “really? anything?”. Beomgyu nods triumphantly, “sure, nothing’s impossible for google”. “Have you met them?” you ask and watch as Beomgyu waves his hand as if it were obvious, “‘course I’ve met google, me and him are close”.

“Close..?”. “Yeah, y’know, buddies, he’s been with me through thick and thin”, he explains as he squats down beside you to study the mushrooms. “Are you saying google would know what to do in this situation?”

“Oh definitely”, Beomgyu reaches for a mushroom, “but I’m sure we’ll manage”. Just before his fingers can graze the blue plant you swat them away, “wait!”. You turn to him, “didn’t Endora mention that harvesting them was rather difficult? I don’t suppose we are to simply grab them”.

Beomgyu frowns as he bites the inside of his cheek, “you might be right..”. He quickly finds the small pocket knife you had been given. Twisting it skillfully around in his hand once before he cuts one of the mushrooms by the root.

He brings the mushroom up with a smirk, “well that was easy enough”, he comments as he turns the small plant between his fingers. You watch him nervously, you weren’t too sure that it was all that simple.

“She really is quite dramati- fuck!”, he then exclaims, the mushroom falls to the ground as he cradles his fingers. Frowning, you pick up a stick as you turn the mushroom. A bright blue liquid seeped out from the bottom of the stalk, you guessed it to be what had stung Beomgyu.

“We must pull it by the root to prevent that liquid from spilling out, I’m sure we need it for the potion..”, you mumble as you poke the stick around the mushrooms. Beomgyu whines next to you, “what the fuck is that”.

He brings his fingers up to his mouth but you quickly grab his wrist, “don’t! your tongue might start burning too for all we know”, you say and he immediately drops his hand again.

“Here, let me see”, you pull his hand toward you as you examine his thumb and index finger. Small blisters had begun to form on them and the skin around looked red and irritated.

Acting out of habit you gather saliva in your mouth before spitting on his fingers. You make sure to coat your own fingers in saliva before you rub his. Beomgyu had gone silent beside you at your actions, “did you just…spit on me?”.

His words cause your face to heat up and your gaze remains fixated on his hand. “Saliva has a…soothing effect, my mom taught it to me when I was little…I used to always get burnt by stinging nettles, you see..”, you keep yourself distracted as you ramble on.

“It does feel better though, doesn’t it?” you ask as you hesitantly glance up at Beomgyu who was watching you with fascination. “Yeah…strangely it does”, he mumbles as he brings his fingers up to his face.

Coughing slightly you turn your attention back toward the mushrooms. “Then let us try and pull them by the root”, you dig up the dirt around one of the mushrooms before pulling it as carefully as possible. It takes a moment but the plant slowly lifts, bringing along its roots.

Proudly you wave it in front of Beomgyu who scowls. Shoving it inside the pouch you turn to look at him, “now we just do that about four more times”.

After successfully making it back to the hut around dinner time, you hand Endora the small pouch with mushrooms. “Oh how wonderful!”, she examines the plants closely, “I shall get started immediately”, she states.

With a flick of her wooden cane a large cauldron appears, Beomgyu raises an eyebrow, “you witches actually use these?”. Endora gives him a glare, “why wouldn’t we, boy?”. “Shit looks heavy”, he points at the large metal bowl.

“Are you implying weakness on me?”, the witch says as she looks at him challengingly. Beomgyu looks between the heavy cauldron and the small wrinkly witch, he smirks, “of course not, ma’am”.

“And I don’t suppose you could lift it yourself?” Endora asks as she raises an eyebrow. Beomgyu scoffs, “you underestimate me, old lady”. You were about to whack him for the way he spoke to the witch but Endora only seemed delighted at the challenge.

“Well go on then, why don’t you bring it to that table over there?” she points a crooked finger toward the small table that had appeared next to the purple couch. “Pfft, piece of cake”, Beomgyu says as he rolls up his sleeves.

Marching toward the cauldron with confident strides he cracks his knuckles once, twice, three times before gripping the pot firmly. When it doesn’t budge he frowns, when his second and third attempt fails to move the cauldron by a mere inch, Endora interrupts.

“Do you need a hand, dear?”

“Not at all, rest your weak arms”, he mutters as he readjusts his grip on the cauldron. “Maybe-” “Don’t worry your pretty mind princess, I’ve got this”, Beomgyu says as you try to interfere. You worried he might break a rib, or two, possibly even his back.

To your surprise, and Endora’s dismay, Beomgyu actually managed to lift said cauldron. Stumbling his way toward the table, he slams it down. Turning to you with his everlasting smirk as he pretends to wipe sweat off his face, “what’d I say? piece of fucking cake”.

“I’d say luck”, Endora retorts as she makes her way over. Beomgyu rolls his eyes. “What will the next step be?” you inquire as you lean to look over the cauldron.

“Now it is time for me to work my magic”, Endora giggles, “no pun intended”, she continues to giggle to herself as she summons different small bottles and herbs. You glance over at Beomgyu who seems equally unimpressed by her weak punchline.

Endora works efficiently as she measures and pours different liquids into the cauldron, it turns from a neon green to a light blue to a deep purple to a…well a lot of colors. She crunches herbs in, making the potions sizzle and bubble slightly. You had yet to figure out exactly what powered the whole thing but you guessed it to be more of the witch’s magic.

“Isn’t this just so thrilling?” Endora says as she stirs the potion clockwise, it was according to her very important if one wanted to travel forward in time.

“Very”, you mumble as you glance over at Beomgyu. He had passed out on the small purple couch over half an hour ago. His tall frame covered the whole couch and his legs limply hung off the edge.

“One would think the boy had never slept before”, Endora mutters without sparing Beomgyu a glance. “Undoubtedly”, you mumble, your gaze lingering by his sleeping figure. “And one would think you had a thing for the boy”, the witch’s words have you immediately averting your gaze from Beomgyu.

“Where would one get such an assumption?” you say as you glance down at your hands. Endora scoffs, “you take me for a fool, dear”. She gives the potion another stir, “these eyes may be old, and a little blurry, but they know what they see”.

You smile rather awkwardly, “and what is it that your eyes may see?”.─“A disgustingly ill mannered boy, and a loud snorer”, she snorts and your eyes widen in surprise.

She’s quiet for a few moments before she speaks again, “though I suppose they also see a certain charm to it, at least for a princess”.

“Do not humor me”, you mutter as you turn to glance along the crowded bookshelves. “Who says I am?” Endora retorts, “do you mean to tell me that you spare no feelings for the boy?”.

“Don’t be ridiculous, for I have known the man less than a week”, you splutter as you turn to look at her. You fold your arms over your chest, “you ought to know when you’re overstepping”.

Endora grins, “perhaps, but the princess remains a terrible liar yet”.

The potion was as good as finished by dinner time and now all that was left was for it to sit another thirty days before you needed to add the drop of faith. Gathered around the small table in the kitchen you ate in silence.

Beomgyu had to your surprise made no complaints about the food and kept his gaze cast downward. You glance over at Endora, the witch seems deep in thought as she leisurely pokes at her food. You were almost certain that she didn’t feel hunger the same way you and Beomgyu did, though you appreciated her joining you.

“How uhm,” you clear your throat, “how are we to solve the question about Beomgyu’s whereabouts”. “I certainly cannot hide him in my bedchambers for yet another thirty days”.

Endora looks at you thoughtfully, “I suppose he could always stay with me”, the witch grins as she gives Beomgyu a sly wink, “I could use a pair of strong hands around the house”. Beomgyu almost chokes on his food next to you as he gives you a pleading glance.

“I…I’m sure he would be grateful to stay, though I think it may be best if he comes back to the palace-”

“Do not fret dear, for I have no intentions of swaying what’s yours”, Endora says as the corner of her lip twitches upward into a smirk. Your face flushes red as you cough, “you are mistaken”.

Endora rolls her eyes but you ignore her as you continue, “Though I cannot possibly barge in with him the way he is right now, perhaps-”

“Leave that to me dear, for I am not a witch for nothing”, Endora says as she gets up. “Now you rest, you have a long day ahead tomorrow”.

The sheets rustle as Beomgyu turns around in bed so that he now faces you. Laying flat on your back, you gaze up at the ceiling. You wondered what Endora’s words had meant, though you decided to trust them.

The witch was nothing like what she had been portrayed as by castle maids and guards. You wondered if you should try and have your father lift the ban against her, but that would most likely be impossible. Besides, she seemed content with living out here, in her own world. An odd world indeed.

“What’d she mean earlier?” Beomgyu’s soft voice carries out into the dark room. You flinch, having expected him to be asleep by now, he was always out like a light, though not tonight it seemed.

“What do you mean?” you ask, your eyes don't leave the ceiling though you can feel Beomgyu’s gaze on you as he speaks. “That she had ‘no intention of swaying what’s yours’”.

So he did catch on to that. You had desperately hoped he hadn’t. It takes you a moment to reply and when you do your voice is uncertain. “She says a lot of things, not all of it has a greater meaning behind them..”

Beomgyu chuckles beside you, “no ‘course not”. The sheets rustle once again as he scoots closer. “I suppose…I’m just curious..”, his voice is closer now, much closer. You can feel his warm breath on the side of your face and you pray he is unable to read the expression on your face.

“Whatever for”, you mumble as you turn your head away slightly. You can practically hear the smirk tugging at his lips as he speaks, “the way you think you have some sort of claim on me, all because I ended up at your balcony that night”, he chuckles, “it’s cute”.

His words have your mind spinning, they make little to no sense in your ears. You found him immensely difficult to read. “I don’t…I don’t think that”, you whisper. Your throat feels dry, incredibly dry and your lungs are tight.

Beomgyu hums next to you, “relax princess, I’m just playin’ with you”, he leans back against his side of the bed again and you let out a shaky breath. “Games are supposed to be played only when both parties have agreed on them ”, you mutter and Beomgyu laughs beside you.

“M’bad princess, I’ll remember that next time”. Next time?

There’s a silence that follows before he speaks once again, “what if I’d like to stay here?”. You frown, you had simply assumed he would feel more comfortable going back to the palace with you rather than being left alone with the witch.

Perhaps you had been wrong. “Do you want to stay here?”, you can’t hide the disappointment that surely portrays in your tone.

“No”.

The sheets rustle a third time as he gets comfortable on the bed, his back now faces you. “I’ll go where you go”, he yawns, “goodnight, princess”.

It takes a moment before you fully register his words. When you do he gives you no chance to inquire about them further as light snores fill the room.

What a strange man he was.

The next morning you set off early as planned, though before you left Endora worked her magic.

“Stay still, boy”, she groaned as Beomgyu shuffled around on the spot. The sun had yet to rise and you were standing outside the small cottage.

“It won’t hurt will it?” Beomgyu tenitavely asks. Endora rolls her eyes, “of course not, what do you take me for?”. He grins, “don’t make me answer that, ma’am”.

The witch waves her cane toward him but Beomgyu sways out of its way. “Oh I ought to-”

“Why don’t we get to the spellwork?” you interrupt, desperate to end whatever banter was going on. Endora mutters a few curses under her breath as she turns to Beomgyu once more.

“Alright, stay put and it’ll be a second”, she says as she flicks her wooden cane. Before Beomgyu has the chance to object, a light encloses him.

It shines brighter than anything you had ever witnessed before and had you bringing a hand up to cover your eyes. When the shimmer eventually faded all that was left was…Beomgyu. But he looked different now.

He almost looked like…

“You made me a goddamn prince?”

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