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littletxt · 2 years

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okay, i’m back with little beomgyu x cg reader again.

beomgyu and reader got into an argument/fight and reader got so mad that she left the house. this made beomgyu scared till he regresses.

(at this rate, i think i’m angst anon🥺)

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FEM-READER | ANGST

Warnings- mentions of alcohol/intoxication/swears

Wc: 2k+

Taglist: @pinkheadflowers @sweetiehyuka @woonie-muffin @desatando-me @ethie @djdudjdjkw @chariottie @kiki-woo @pastel-princess-please

This is better…

“You’re already going back on tour next week! How is it so hard for you to comprehend that I just wanted time with you? Was that not important enough to remember?”, you didn’t know when you’d started to raise your voice at him, all you could feel was how hot your ears were burning, spreading, boiling through your cheeks, your whole face as the anger you felt festered from the ground up. In reality, it wasn’t really anger; you were hurt, you felt betrayed. And nothing else could make you feel so small.

“Y/n! Are you kidding me? I already apologized!!”, your boyfriend snapped, throwing his favorite flannel off and onto the back of the couch, the relentless heat not doing anything to help his mood. Beomgyu was mad. And he rarely got MAD. Not to mention he was drunk and he’d dealt with you calling him all night when he was already out, already with the guys, already unable to do anything about what he felt was just a mistake that he’d have to take care of later. It wasn’t as if he purposely planned to hang out with the guys over the plans he’d made with you. It had honestly slipped his mind. Usually understanding himself, it didn’t sit well with him how you couldn’t do the same and he was frankly exhausted.

Drinks with the guys was how he celebrated a successful first tour, finally being home again, though it wouldn’t be for long since the tour was far from over yet, and seeing his friends again after being away for an entire month. Of course, he wanted to do the same with you; his love, his world. He wanted to share his happiness and cling to you for dear life to recharge his energy after being away and working so hard for so long. When Heeseung called him out to meet up, I’m a word, he got excited. Beomgyu had just wanted to share his adventures on tour in America with his closest buddies, relax and have a drink.

So, yeah. It slipped his mind that he’d planned to go out for dinner with you that night. Why you were upset wasn’t a mystery. But the only thing your boyfriend could do more was get down on his knees, beg and kiss your feet after apologizing so many times. There was no way he could go back and undo it, yet you couldn’t let it go, it made him a little frustrated to say the least.

The way he raised his voice at you, even though it was simply a response to you doing the same, was all too much. Tearing up, your car keys scraped loudly against the counter as you grabbed them and turned to leave with the bitter aftertaste of heartbreak.

“Where are you going?? Y/n, don’t do this. Come on!”, Beomgyu’s words slurred as he dizzily trudged toward the door to stop you. Admittedly, he’d drank a little more than he should have. So, how he’d stop you, he didn’t know. But it didn’t matter, he was met with a door slamming shut and a spear through the heart.

“Y/n…”, he turned his back against the door, the white walls that surrounded him spinning far too much to try to run after you. Tangling his fingers through his hair as he pushed his bangs from his sweaty forehead, he felt that awful, familiar stinging as tears flooded his vision. Was he really this pissed? No… he wasn’t. He felt like a disappointment.

How could he have forgotten and put you off this way? You were constantly on his mind when he was away, wishing you’d have gone with him. But when he comes back he goes out and gets drunk instead of making up for lost time with you.

“Good job, dumbass.”, he croaked, hot tears free-falling as he lowered his head, “You really fucked it up this time…”

You’d never took off like this before and he wasn’t sure where you went or if you’d ever come back. But of course, you would. Your things were still there, after all. But what if that was the only reason you’d come back…

“Please, no…”, he sniffled, trying hopelessly to rub the tears away as they came. Using the somehow slippery door handle, he dragged himself to his feet to search for his phone. If he had to apologize a million more times he would, he couldn’t just let you go like this.

How hard could it be to find a phone?? Apparently pretty damn hard since he’d torn through everything in his bag, his jacket, the decorative bowls on the counters and came up empty handed. Finally, at a loss, he stumbled to the bedroom you shared after pacing a groove into the dark wood floors of your apartment for what felt like hours. You were gone. He was all alone.

“Mommy hates me??”, shrinking into a puddle on the floor, Gyu hugged his knees, feeling the tears coming again, this time he feared they’d never stop. They splattered the knees of his worn jeans, a steady stream dripping from his chin as he sobbed out his heart.

The world felt to big, too scary. And his mommy left him all alone cuz he made you mad. Grabbing at himself; his chest, his arms he tried to hold himself tightly to combat the tight aching in his chest, his breath becoming frantic as the air around him thinned. With nothing left to do, he climbed into bed and fitted himself into his small pile of plushies. Caring little about the oven-like heat, he clutched the first one he could get his hands on. As he squeezed it tighter to his chest, doing his best and failing at self soothing, your scent reached him. It smelt of you.

“Mommyy-“, he choked out, sobbing harder, almost wailing into the fluff of the poor stuffed animal he was squeezing the life out of.

Walking down the isles of the 24 hour convenience store, under the harsh fluorescent lights, you found yourself struggling not to cry. What was all of this fighting for. Yelling at him? Was that really necessary?? He worked himself tirelessly, practicing when he wasn’t performing, constantly socializing and running himself ragged. You could forgive one of the most caring and attentive people you knew for being exhausted, couldn’t you? The poor thing was probably drained completely, your little introverted baby. He probably hadn’t regressed since the last time he had with you. It was something he needed.

Sighing to yourself, you grabbed some icy cold strawberry milk from the refrigerator and a pack of gummy bears before making your way back home. Wishing desperately that you could drive a little faster, you cursed the rainy season and your wind-wipers, the red traffic lights blurring through the smears and thudding splatter as they swished back and forth.

The door hadn’t been locked, to your relief. So, anxiously you turned the handle, only hoping he wasn’t still angry with you. But suddenly you began to wish he had been rather than being greeted with the heart-rendering weeping that filled your ears as you bit your cheek and latched the front door behind you.

No matter how much he cried, mommy still wasn’t there to hold him. Beomgyu had soaked through his plushy completely with snot, sweat and tears, but he couldn’t bring himself to move from the uncomfortable sticky, wetness, where it still smelled of you most. Whenever he regressed he completely lost concept of time. He couldn’t tell if it’d been hours or not even one since his mommy left him.

“Come back…”, his voice was hoarse from wailing and sobbing so loudly, terrified he was left alone forever, the world so scary without his mommy there to hold him.

He didn’t hear you come in or close the door. Nor did he hear your footsteps and the sharp inhale you took upon seeing his trembling figure curled up small amidst all the plushies you’d ever bought him. Though his heart was aching so deeply, his head was still in a floaty space and without you, it was so much more frightening than pleasant.

The yelp he let out when you broke into his headspace, slipping your arms around him as you lay in bed, your body circling his, it caused almost a physical pain. This wasn’t how you wanted things to go, how his first regression in so long should have went. With him feeling abandoned and panic-stricken due to your lack of understanding. Though it was both of your responsibilities, the fight, you couldn’t help but feel remorse.

“Mommy?!”, he practically shrieked, scrambling to face you and make himself small in your arms as close as he could possibly get until the two of you were molded together in a tangle of limbs. Neither of you cared what you’d been mad about anymore, only that you were together, unwilling to be a single centimeter apart until further notice.

“I’m right here, baby. Mommy loves you so so much…”

After some time, the sobs slowed to sniffles and Beomie nudged his face further against your chest wanting to smell the real thing instead of his silly plushy (sorry plushy).

“How are you feeling, baby bear??”, you lighting scratched your fingers against the back of his head, a little secret trick that always worked to soothe your precious puppy.

“Hungy.”, Beomie mumbled into your shirt, refusing to be separated from your body, still feeling a bit as if you’d disappear at any moment. A bit of warmth spread back through your body along with a smile, filling your baby’s tummy was something you could always do.

“You know that means we gotta get up, right, baby bear?”, your soft chuckle drifted into a sigh. Baby bear snuggles were your favorite but a happy tummy was good from preventing grumpy baby bear and you’d do just about anything to calm his anxieties after sending them through the roof.

The cutest little whines and grumbles poured from said baby bear as he squirmed to get impossibly closer, messing his purple hair in the process.

“What are you? My ravenous, feral baby bear??”, you tickled at his side.

“No, ‘m not!!”, he squealed away from your tickles.

“What kind of baby bear are you then??”, you pulled him back to your chest with a playful grin reaching ear to ear.

“Mmmmm… panda bear??”, Beomie giggled, red flooding his cheeks as he kicked his feet, still squirming away, knowing you were probably far from done with the tickle attack.

“With all this purple hair???”, you laughed, nipping at his ear through the wild mop of purple fluff on his head. Gasping, he reached for his favorite plushy and wedged it between you.

“Ryan bear!!”, he gave one of his usual, soft tee-hee’s and looked up expectantly with a sparkle in his red and puffy, boba eyes.

“I think you’re my Beomie bear”, kissing his forehead you brushed at his unruly, grape hair unable to stop yourself from beaming. All you’d been wishing for was to have time with him, to hold him and hear his sweet giggles after missing him so much.

Once you finally managed to drag yourselves out of bed, and through the picky bickering of your little who was still figuring out what he wanted to eat, you sat in front of the television, feeding your happily wiggling baby bear. After his tummy was full, he was back in your lap, cooling air from an oscillating fan blowing over the two of you in waves. Leaning against you, he sat in silence, feeling guilty, emotions creeping back on him.

“Sorry we didn’t go out, mommy…”, nuzzling into the side of your neck, he brought his arms close to his chest, trying to be smaller in your embrace. You cooed at how soft he could be, how sweet and sensitive, you’d never let him be sad. Holding him tightly, you yourself couldn’t think of anywhere else you’d rather be. You could always talk about things another day but you’d never get this moment back.

“That’s okay, baby…this is better.”

🧸Endnote: Gahhhhh this one really 💔💔💔 my poor Gyuie baby. Why can’t I let you be happy? Hah it’s okay tho 🥺 mommy will make it all better. 🌙🌙🌙 Really my fav anonieee I always thought I hated writing angst but honestly I live for it and can hardly write without a little bit of drama hehe. My first Beomgyu fic since Birthday Baby Bear!! Did I do your request justice 🥲?? Love you love you love you! Have you guys heard Ring???? It’s one of the new songs for TXT’s Japanese gbgb comeback!!

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tvbbosdarling · 14 days

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I JUST THOUGHT OF ANOTHER REQUEST!! this might be a little much.. and if it is you can 100% ignore this one, it's kindve two moodboards?.. a little!beomgyu (txt) moodboard & cg!yeonjun (txt) moodboard? a little & cg pair <3

YOO I'VE ACTUALLY BEEN THINKING ABOUT DOING DUO MOODBOARDS :3 BUT LIKE TWO CAREGIVERS KIND OF THING- Anyway here ya go!! <3 wait I'm not sure if this is what you wanted now that i read the request again?? WERE THEY SUPPOSED TO BE SEPARATE??-

Duo txt agere moodboard !!

#age regression #sfw agere #agere moodboard #agere moodboards #agere caregiver #sfw interaction only #aesthetic moodboards #txt agere #txt age regression #txt yeonjun #caregiver!yeonjun #cg!yeonjun #txt beomgyu #little!beomgyu #light green moodboard #gray moodboard

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kitty-agere-fics · 1 month

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i'm back hehe~

can i request for little beomgyu whereby he wants to regress but doesn't know how to so he asks reader for help. and bit by bit, he asks reader to become his cg?

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Hi again! I'm sorry this one took longer than your other request, but this one was really hard for some reason. Anywaysss I hope you enjoy!

~Kitty

CG!Reader, Little!Beomgyu

Needing Help

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You come home and see Beomgyu laying on his bedroom floor. Crayons are spread out around him and he has a sippy cup next to him. Despite this, he looks frustrated and upset. You go into the room and sit next to him.

"Hey, Gyu. What are you doing?" You smile when he looks up at you.

"It's not working. I need help," he whispers softly. You know that he doesn't like admitting that he needs help. You stroke his hair gently.

"Are you trying to regress, Baby?" You smile as you continue to stroke his hair. You watch him melt under your touch and his expression shifts. He nods.

"Yeaaah," he leans into your touch, "Need help."

"Okay, Baby. I can help you. Let Y/N-ie help you be small. I can deal with all the big things for you." You gently kiss his cheek as you smile at him.

"Thank you," he mumbles softly. You smile and pick up the sippy cup.

"What's this, Baby?"

He looks at it and his eyes light up. "It's juice!" He smiles at you, "Like juice!"

"Yeah? What kind of juice is your favorite?"

He smiles at you, "Apple juice!"

You smile as he hugs you. He isn't really regressed yet. You continue to baby him the rest of the day, watching him slip further and further into his regression.

Towards the end of the day, you are putting him to bed. "Goodnight, Baby. Get some sleep, okay?"

"Okay," he mumbles. He shuts his eyes, but quickly opens them again, "Wait! Y/N-ie! I gotta question fo ya! It impotant!"

You sit on the edge of his bed, "What I'd it, Baby?"

"Wan chu be my cg!"

"Okay, Baby," you smile and kiss his forehead, "I'd love to be your cg. Now get some sleep, okay?" He nods and lays back down, shutting his eyes. You pull the blankets over him as he falls asleep.

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lullabytaeyong · 1 year

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baby beomie wants to play with odi but the little critter is too grumpy to say hello

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yeonjune · 4 months

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(240106) Beomgyu - Dance Break ✙ 38th Golden Disc Awards

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alfaire · 1 month

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muruffin · 9 months

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︶︶︶ ⠀୨୧ ⠀︶︶︶

🍰 ׁ ⑅ my baby ☆

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daddldee · 1 month

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⤷　if you come at four in the afternoon　⋯　📬　∿

　⭒　🌹　⋯　i'll begin to be happy from three.　⟢

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littletxt · 2 years

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BeomJun agere ship fic . TW | ‼️ANGST‼️

Wc: 1.7k+

Taglist: @pinkheadflowers @sweetiehyuka @woonie-muffin @desatando-me @ethie @djdudjdjkw @chariottie @kiki-woo

Strawberry Candy

Amidst the heavy weight of adult responsibilities, Beomgyu was struggling. To most, those responsibilities were simple, part of daily life. But Beomgyu had always had a hard time. Admittedly, he leaned for too much on others, wrestling so much with his mental health. Every day was a battle. Yet he plastered on a smile and forced out laughter that was far too loud in order to blend in with society and appear to be a functioning human being. Completely and utterly exhausted from the days job hunting, he’d been teetering all day, the stress tugging at his headspace, begging him to cave. But still he did his best to be a productive adult. For the sake of his loving partner, Yeonjun, who had always taken so much of the burden of supporting them on himself, he had to.

They'd been through their fair share of bad patches together, always coming out again thanks to how hard Yeonjun worked to keep them afloat; taking up a part-time job just to keep up with his dance studio. Students were dropping his class left and right, prioritizing studies as the time of year came to venture to the city once more to attend University. So, of course Beomgyu drowned in guilt each time he felt himself sink into the familiar feeling of his regression. Yeonjun had enough on his plate without a child that needed all his love and attention to deal with. But what could he do?

The only thing he could do was try focus on their grocery list as they did their bi-weekly shopping. The fluorescent lights over every aisle far too bright yet unable to bring any light through the grey, gloomy glasses of which Beomgyu saw the world.

Ramyeon? Check. Beef? Check. Yeonjun silently pushed the cart down each aisle, sporting deep purple circles in the hollows of their eyes that were becoming far too common an appearance. It wasn’t what they want to be doing on Yeonjun’s first day off in weeks, clothes sticking to their skin with sweat from the blistering summer heat, it was all they had the energy for. Sustenance.

A breathy sigh, another all to common occurrence, left Yeonjun’s chapped, pouty lips as his phone rang that obnoxious tone which could only mean another call from his boss.

“This is Yeonjun.”, a bit of life came to his voice as he pushed his sweat damp, blonde hair from his forehead , just enough to sound believable to anyone but the boy next to him who loitered behind, mentally preparing for their bittersweet shopping trip to come to an end. Yeonjun’s part time job had him working full time hours, only calling him when they needed him to come in. And they needed the money. How could Yeonjun say no?

“Yes, sir.”

There it was. Beomgyu felt himself sinking. Physically sinking into the back drop of grey and muted colors, voicing fading in the distance along with the scuffed, squeaky wheels of the battered, blue shopping cart.

A familiar pastel pink caught his eye as he stood in the snack aisle they’d mindlessly wandered into. It wasn’t dull and lifeless as the rest of the world around him seemed to be. The cartoon strawberries and swirls of white cream popped off the packaging of his favorite candy. The colors always caught his attention, matching the clothes he’d often wear at home, small and comfortable.

Mind clouding further the taste tickled his taste bunds, his mouth watering at the sweet nostalgia that Beomgyu knew so well. It’d been a long time since they could afford such a luxury. The pang deep in his heart was difficult to ignore, he’d gotten so used to living paycheck to paycheck and saving every cent to afford their next meal. Even though things had gotten better and Beomgyu had enough in his wallet to buy the candy on his own, he felt mesmerized, wondering if he should ask Appa for his treat. He had been such a good boy, after all.

Looking up from the shiny, pink packaging to the aisle ahead, there was not a single blonde tuft of hair in sight. Beomgyu hadn’t noticed the absence of Yeonjun’s honeyed voice or the un-oiled wheels of the shopping cart squeaking as they rolled, too lost in his head.

Where Appa?? Beomgyu frowned spinning back and forth once then twice, sleeves of his off-white sweater falling over his hands as he lifted one to his mouth, chewing on the cottony corner in worry.

“Appa?”, he whispered, afraid of strangers hearing him while he waddled down the aisle, the dull sound of his sandals slapping on the floor following him. Any thought of his favorite, mouth-watering, sweet treat had drifted to the back of his mind as an uncomfortable tightness began forming in his chest.

Peaking into the next aisle lined with fruit juices, sodas and drinks of all kinds, Beomgyu looked around again for his Appa. He wasn’t there. Nor was he in the aisle after. Heart pounding in his ears, blood pooling in his cheeks as hot tear began pouring from his eyes, Beomgyu sank to the floor in his spot, hugging his knees. He’d never been lost before, all alone. He couldn’t hear anything anymore, suffocating on the THUD THUD of his heart in his ears and his own heavy pants as his lungs fought for oxygen instead of the nearby squeaking of grocery cart wheels.

Breathe for me, baby.

Beomie thought of his Appa’s words, Yeonjun’s voice so gentle and comforting, almost like he was right there with him. Sniffling, he brought himself to his feet and wiped away his tears even though they’d just be replaced by new ones.

He was a smart boy, Appa always told him so. Appa would find him if he stay out like a good boy, wouldn’t he?

Wandering back to his candy, Beomie slid to the floor once again. But patience had never been little Beomie’s strong-suit.

What it Appa wasn’t looking for him? He was hard to take care of wasn’t he? Appa always smiled after calling him a pain, but what if it wasn’t real? What if Appa didn’t love him anymore?

Beomie’s hands flew tight over his ears trying to silence the thoughts in his head. He tried to blink away the tears, but he couldn’t see anything anymore, not the scuffed, white tiles beneath his feet, not his Appa. Appa was gone.

“S-scawed…”, Beomie let out a hushed wail, shrinking into himself, he pulled the sweater of his collar up to his ears, wishing and silently begging to disappear; to be home, in his comfy bed with his fluffy blankies, his Ryan plushies and his Appa.

Yeonjun finally hung up the phone, feeling refreshed by the good news he’d received from his boss. Turning to share the news with his lover, his lips twitched into a smile that fell almost as soon as it came.

“Gyu?”, he called down the aisle, slipping his phone back into his pocket. Now that he really looked, the aisle he was in was unfamiliar. Yeonjun had wandered into the appliance section nearly half way across the store while his boss informed him of his pay raise and apologized over and over for how they’d overworked him on their staff shortage.

With a new carefree attitude he turned the cart around, glancing into each aisle he passed for his cherry-Gyu baby. Nearly passing him, he screeched the cart to a stop, surprised to find his boyfriend curled into himself on the snack aisle floor. Abandoning the cart he took long strides to close the distance between them, fully prepared to scoop him up into his arms until he heard a broken small voice weakly call out, “Appa, come back…p-please.”

That was more than enough to shatter enough anyones heart, breaking it thoroughly, messily, not clean through, painfully. It was as if the beating organ had been ripped from his chest and stabbed, bluntly, just once. Once was enough. Dropping to his knees, he pulled the small boy to his chest. How had he missed the signs? How could he leave him all alone? His fragile boy, clearly bearing so much on his shoulders when they were meant to carry it all together.

“Appa!”, Beomie yelped, a sob tearing through his throat as he clawed and forced himself further into Yeonjun’s chest as if he could merge them into one.

“I’m here. I’m right here, baby bear. Appa’s sorry.”, Yeonjun’s eyes stung, fresh tears wetting his lashes as he squeezed his baby boy.

“Why did you weave me??”, Beomie whimpered, distraught. So much that he refused to lift his head from Yeonjun’s chest.

"Baby boy, I would never leave you. I got distracted. Appa is so so sorry. The moment I turned around to look for you, my baby bear was missing.”, Yeonjun rocked him gently try to soothe his fast-paced breathing and muffed sobs.

“I- I‘m sowwy”, Beomie wiped his snotty nose, sniffling into his sleeve with each hiccupped sob.

“Oh my god, baby. What for?? You have nothing to be sorry for.”, Yeonjun leaned away, lifting his little one’s head to see his rough, tear stained cheeks and reddened eyes and nose.

“Got small-“, Beomie looked down, ashamed of himself,,“s’possed t’be big.”

Sighing, Yeonjun’s eyebrows seemed to permanently knit together in a sorrowful expression, “This is all appas fault, ok? You're a good boy, such a smart boy waiting here for appa. I know this has been so hard on you, baby.”

Taking a deep breath as he calmed, Beomie relaxed into Yeonjun’s warm chest, appreciating the soft thumping of his heart. Giving another squeeze, Yeonjun halted when he heard a crinkling noise.

“What’s this??”, he pulled away again, eyebrow raised. Lowering his knees, Beomie’s eyes crinkled into his usual cheery smile.

“M-my candy”, he giggled, followed by another sniffle, “can I hab it?”

Fighting off a grin at the cute pout and shining boba eyes that looked up at him, Yeonjun raised his left hand to Beomie’s cheek, stroking it’s warm, smooth surface, “Appa will buy you anything you want today, baby. We’re gonna be perfectly okay.”

“Stwawbewy candy??!”, Beomie chirped, hugging the candy to his chest with a wide, toothy smile. The colors of the world much warmer than before, his Appa’s loving glow surrounding him and lifting his woeful heart as it always did.

“Yes, baby. Stwawbewy Candy.”, Yeonjun chuckled helping both of them to their feet so they could fetch their cart and spend the rest of their much needed day off meaningfully together.

🧸End note: THIS IS FOR THE BLEEPS WHO COMPLAIN I DONT GIVE BEOMJUN ENOUGH LOVE IN MY SERIES (it’s true) After over two years our Beomjun live moved faster than m2 promotions 😭💔🫶 p.s. I’ve decided to heal my inner child with angst and I’m dragging you all down with me 💕

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dogpaw8 · 1 month

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Memoris nominis mei

-Beomgyu-TXT- Tomorrow concept: Romantic

#dogpaw8 #artists on tumblr #kpop fanart #txt fanart #tomorrow x together #txt #tomorrow x together fanart #txt beomgyu #choi beomgyu #little animation #butterflies #concept romantic #txt concept trailer

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lullabytaeyong · 1 year

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Txt Agere Series Part 4 🚋

🍪 Home Sick

☕️ No tw

Summary: Beomgyu goes home to visit his family and finds himself longing for the familiarity of home, even though he is technically at home. But how can it be home without his cg’s and brothers?

Beomgyu loved going home to see his family over breaks and between comebacks. The warmth of his mother giving him hugs and his father patting him on the shoulder refreshed him. It gave him time to feel normal. Not like an idol. They’d talk and talk and talk! His mom loved to hear all the fun things he had to say and always knew how to cheer him up. He would join her in cooking or his father with his side hobbies. It was perfect.

The only struggle for Beomgyu was existing in his childhood home without regressing. His room still had bins of toys his mom organized into storage cubes on a shelf because he was too attached to them to give them away. His bed had sheets designed with little cars on them and several stuffed animals. Now and then he would take a peek in his closet where they stored toys from when he was preschool. There were only a few. A plastic tool kit, a pretend vet set with a kennel, and a rainbow xylophone he used to ding all the time. He had to fight off the urge to take it out and make up little songs because his family would hear it.

With distractions of neighbors stopping by to say hello and his dad showing him a new show, Beomgyu didn’t even think about feeling small. Yes it had been a couple weeks since he last regressed, but he felt okay. He could let himself feel fuzzy as he he drifted off to sleep, imagining his Papa telling him a story. That was his plan until he was all alone on his third day there. His parents had jobs they were expected to be at and as much as they would love to spend every second with their son, they couldn’t. Beomgyu sat silently on the couch, feeling a little nervous.

He missed Yeonjun and Soobin giving him forehead kisses and checking on him. He missed raging over games with Kai while Taehyun rolled his eyes. Beomgyu was homesick. This wasn’t really his ‘home’ anymore. If the others where there then it would feel more normal. They were his home.

Beomgyu sighed and looked absentmindedly at a bookshelf next to the tv. On the very bottom shelf were some picture books he and his brother used to throw at each other. Out of borden and curiosity, he got up and sat down in front of the tall shelf. The thin spines didn’t display and titles, so he tugged one out to find one of his old favorites. It was simple book about unicorns with a purply-blue cover. His brother used to tease him for liking it, but he would just stick his tongue out at him. Beomgyu flipped through the pages, dragging his finger over the pictures. One page about underwater unicorns, not narwhals, hit him with a little too much nostalgia. He quickly put the book back and walked away to the bathroom.

“Shower…” He mumbled to himself.

Originally, Beomgyu thought a shower would distract him from the pit in his stomach, but it didn’t. He tried washing his hair, but after getting the shampoo out he felt grumpy and tired. In his head, he pretended Soobin was there to talk him through the rest of the steps. What did he do after shampoo again? Beomgyu felt a tightness in his throat and whimpered. His parents had all kinds of different soaps that he had used before. They weren’t the colors or smells he was used to, making it harder to stay focused on his task. Beomgyu sat down with his back to the water and looked up around him. Everything seemed so tall compared to him.

Beomgyu’s mind fluttered off to his bath toys he shared with Kai and Taehyun. He wondered if they had played with them without him. If his rubber froggy and hippo were with him he wouldn’t feel so lonely. Beomgyu rubbed his face and forced himself to stand. He shut off the water and dried off. Staying in there would only make it worse apparently. After some time on his computer, Beomgyu was back to being fully in his regular headspace. He had quite a close call in the shower. If he hadn’t gotten out when he did, his dad would’ve found him in there staring off into space, unresponsive. The possibility of it all made Beomgyu cringe.

That night, after a long movie his mom wanted to share with him, Beomgyu huddled under his blankets his lamb stuffie hugged to his chest. His thumb snuck it’s way into his mouth and before he knew it he was texting Yeonjun straight up nonsense.

beom:sleeeepppytimmmdm ⭐️🧸so spleep

yeon:<3<3<3

yeon:goodnight baby!

beom:nooooooo no thank u

yeon:you’re silly

yeon:get some sleep gyu <3

beom:tmmrow getsdee eberyone finlly!:D

yeon:we can’t wait! but be good and go to sleep now, okay? ily (ᵔᴥᵔ)

beom:(๑･̑◡･̑๑) (-.-;)y-~~~ ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

Yeonjun giggled at his phone screen and turned it to show Soobin, who was laying next to him on his bed.

“Look at what he’s doing.” Yeonjun smiled.

“How’d he figure that out??” Soobin chuckled. “I didn’t think little Beomgyu knew about the japanese keyboard.”

“Me either. I’m a little worried about him.”

“Why’s that?” Soobin asked.

“He hasn’t been little in a long time. What if something happened…” Yeonjun shrugged slightly and closed his eyes.

“We’ll see him tomorrow. He’s probably just sleepy, he even said it himself! They all get like that sometimes.” Soobin said, referring to the regressor trio.

“Hmm, I guess you’re right.” Yeonjun yawned. He sent one more message to Beomgyu and let his eyes fall shut.

The next morning, after a long goodbye to his parents, Beomgyu anxiously sat on the train. It wasn’t a very long trip, but after accidentally regressing before falling asleep, he felt a little on edge. His mother was doting on him non stop when he got up because she knew he had to leave. It left him struggling to act normal, like he wasn’t about to drift off from reality. She had noticed something was up, too. Beomgyu had a distant look in his eyes and didn’t pack his lamb in his bag, insisting he wanted to carry it instead. She checked him for a temperature but didn’t find one, so she gave him a tight hug goodbye and let him go.

Lamby, Beomgyu’s lamb stuffie, sat on his lap while he listened to music. He held onto her ear, rubbing the material between his fingers. Everything felt so tall and big compared to how Beomgyu felt. Visually it wasn’t, of course, but the adults around him seemed much more grown up than he did. He couldn’t wait to get home.

Beomgyu was so eager to get off the train that he accidentally hopped off at the wrong stop. Before he realized his mistake, the train was zooming away. His heart dropped. The flat was a good 15 minutes away by train, which meant forever by foot. He had to sit down and collect himself before getting on a different train headed in the same direction. His little self was screaming to break down and cry, but his big self pushed it away. Crying and freaking out would only make things worse.

It took another extra hour for Beomgyu to get home. As he paid his taxi driver, the cold winter wind whipped through his hair and burned his ears. He was holding himself together by a single thread and needed to get inside immediately.

“Thank you.” Beomgyu bowed politely, expecting an equally respectful exchange. The driver, however, scrunched up his face at Beomgyu and tsked.

“Yeah whatever.” He glanced at lamby in Beomgyu’s hands and chuckled. “Weirdo.” He muttered before driving away.

Beomgyu’s façade crumbled and he burst into tears. He ran inside and up the stairs to the third floor. The door clanked heavily against his body, as he slammed it open to get to their door. Distraught sobs exploded from his chest while he stumbled forward and tried to punch in the code. It didn’t work the first or second time. He was about to try again when the door flew open. Like a deer in the headlights, Beomgyu froze and stared wide eyed at Soobin.

“There you are! Oh my god, wait what’s wrong? Was that you crying?” Soobin rushed, taking Beomgyu by the shoulder and dragging him in.

“Appa!” He cried, clinging to Soobin’s shirt.

“Oh- Hi baby. I didn’t know you were little. Are you okay?”

“Driver was mean!” Gyu sobbed. Soobin awed sadly and rubbed his back.

“I’m so sorry, sweetie. They just didn’t know they were with the best boy on the planet! I bet they were mean just to be mean.” The tallest comforted. He listened Beomgyu babble through his tears about how he had hard rough trip back. Soobin nodded and comforted him until his tears dried up.

“Where’s eberyone?” Beomgyu sniffled.

“Taehyun and Kai are in their room and Yeonjun’s in the kitchen. Are you hungry?”

“Mhm.” He nodded.

“Okay, I’ll bring your stuff to your room. You can go get a snack.” Soobin smiled, ruffling his hair.

Beomgyu pulled away from Soobin and shuffled to the kitchen while Soobin took care of his stuff. His stomach rumbled, as he peered around the corner to see if Yeonjun was there. He was! He was standing by the oven with hand on his hip, humming to himself. Beomgyu brought lamby to his face and ran straight for him. He crashed into his body and wrapped his arms tightly around him to say hello.

“Oof! Well hello.” Yeonjun grinned. He was caught off guard, but broke into a huge smile and hugged Beomgyu back. He picked him and spun in a circle, making the younger giggle and squirm.

“I want a snack.” Beomgyu mumbled to him.

“Well, luckily for you, I’m making cookies right now! Here you go.” Yeonjun reached to the counter where a bunch of the cookies were cooling.

Beomgyu took it and bounced up and down for a moment before dropping to the floor. He scooted forward, sitting on Yeonjun’s foot, and wrapped his own arms and legs around his leg. Yeonjun was laughing, confused but entertained.

“What’re you doing?” He giggled.

“I’m a lemur and you’re a tree.” Beomgyu stated, munching away on the cookie. Yeonjun shrugged his shoulders with a smirk and continued on like normal.

“Okay.”

Beomgyu stayed there for about ten minutes. If it wasn’t for his weight on Yeonjun’s foot, the oldest might’ve forgotten he was even there. He had another cookie and eventually got up to find the others. He wandered to the maknaes room and barged in like he owned the place.

“Hi!” He chirped, jumping on top of Kai, who was laying lazily on his bed.

“Hi! You’re finally home!” Kai smiled, giving him a squeeze. The presence of Lamby in Beomgyu’s hand was a dead five away that he was little.

“What’s on your face?” Kai chuckled. He used his thumb to wipe away at the chocolate smudges around Beomgyu’s lips.

“I had a cookie and hyung was my tree. But I’m not a lemur anymore.” Beomgyu babbled cutely. Kai nodded along and scratched his back for him. He has such a fascinating imagination.

“You got a cookie? Yeonjun hyung practically smacked me when I tried to take one.” Taehyun spoke up from the floor where he was doing push ups.

“It’s cause I’m the cutest! I get firsts.” Beomgyu stated proudly.

“Well, I guess I can’t disagree.”

It was so nice to be home. The quiet chatter, the laughs, the smells…it was perfect. Beomgyu relaxed into Kai’s snuggle and sighed contently. He listened to him and Taehyun talk about movie theories, slowly but surely growing sleepy. The maknaes didn’t notice, too engrossed in their conversation to do so. When Soobin stopped by to see what they were up to he thought he’d find them building block towers or pretending with play food. Instead, he saw Beomgyu resting in Kai’s embrace. He panicked for a split second, thinking he might still be upset, but he noticed the lack of tears. Beomgyu yawned cutely with his nose scrunching up and whined. Soobin sat down at the foot of Kai’s bed and watched Kai absentmindedly pet Gyu’s hair to soothe him. Always so gentle, Soobin thought.

“Is it nap time, Beoms?” Soobin asked.

“Mhmm.” Beomgyu pushed himself upright and crawled down the bed to his waiting arms. “Sleepy.”

“I bet. You were up late and had a long trip. Say ni’ night to Tyun and Kai.” Soobin smiled, standing with the boy in his arms.

“Ni’ Night.” Beomgyu waved with his eyes closed and let his head fall onto Soobin’s shoulder.

“Sweet dreams ~” The maknaes singsonged.

Soobin carefully left the room and made his way to Beomgyu’s. While he was with the others, Soobin picked up his room a bit and pulled out all of Beomgyu’s favorite little gear. Some of it was what they had for his younger headspace, like lavender baby lotion and the only paci he owned. It was a solid shade of light blue with a small koala graphic on the white button. He heard Beomgyu make a small noise when he set him down on the bed and handed it to him. Then he tucked him in with his favorite blanket and made his stuffies say good night with different silly voices that made him giggle. Soobin loved the chances he got to baby Beomgyu. He never wanted to miss a single micro second of the warm feeling it gave him. There was something so parental and loving about it that he couldn’t get enough of.

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