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jongseongsnudes · 5 months

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twenty seven.

warning; 💥💥😲💥💥 1.5k words. masterlist.

“so i assume you both made up last night from all the noise i was hearing next door.”

“oh my god- leo!”

“i’m kidding but your face screams fucking guilty,” the laughing man ruffles your hair, amused at your mortified face and sunghoon’s eye roll. only leo would dare act this way in front sunghoon in this world.

after spending the night in sunghoon’s room, the three of you took the boat back to shore without the others right after breakfast. the itinerary for today was just not your cup of tea. naked painting and golf? yeah you’ll pass.

what you’re surprised is about sunghoon leaving too, especially with his unexplained relationship with soojin.

“oh my go-” your clumsy self almost misses the bridge over to shore entirely, but thank god for sunghoon’s fast reflexes. he grabs onto your arm before you could face plant into the water and aids you over the little thing. in one piece.

“are you stupid?” the man’s tone is laced with bitterness, his furrowed brows telling you that he was definitely annoyed with you.

out of habit, and definitely to your own surprise, your lips pursue into a pout towards him.

“you’re so daring all of a sudden,” he leans closer to you, his lips slightly brushing the tip of your ear as he spoke, “don’t provoke me.”

“sungho-”

“oh look, it’s your lover boy.”

and true to leo's words, standing by the dock was none other than your fiancé who was supposed to be on an overseas business trip with his dad. the man looked noticeably tired, eyes heavy and hair slightly messy like he hadn’t slept in days.

“hi,” his tone is strangely different from the usual upbeat one, the absence of love at the end of his sentence something you picked up immediately. you can only assume it’s because he saw how quickly you suspiciously pulled away from sunghoon just a moment before.

“beomgyu i- i thought you were on a business trip?”

“i was but you didn’t pick up your phone all night so i got worried,” he says as he heads towards you, gently draping his jacket over your shoulders, “so i came here to pick you up first thing.”

“oh- it died,” you barely manage to lie but the way he’s looking right into your eyes tells you that perhaps he could already tell, that he knows you’re lying to his face.

there’s something that washes over his expression, as if he’s hurt. it made you instantly feel bad because the man truly cared for you more as of late.

you hold your breath when he suddenly leans in and embraces you, his arms circling comfortably around your frame.

“i’m just glad you’re okay,” he whispers, his finger softly threading through your hair, “i missed you.”

leo's random cough is what has beomgyu pulling away from you, the man now turning to face your step brother who had been quiet beside you the entire time.

“thanks for taking care of my fiancée,” beomgyu talks almost expressionlessly, his arm reaching for your suitcase from sunghoon. it’s a complete contrast of how he usually talks to sunghoon and you’re not sure if you preferred it. “lets head home, you must be tired.”

your eyes meets with your step brother’s for a second, seeing the rage in him appear as he watches beomgyu lead you away, none of the two saying a thing. it feels all too weird, the atmosphere heavy and suffocating even without words.

thankfully there’s no drama for the rest of the day or for the next two weeks for all that matters. it did worry you, but you spend your days all caught up in the wedding planning, so much so that you began to feel as though it really is your own wedding.

that you’re really getting married.

you try not to think too much about sunghoon, pushing him to the back of your mind but deep down you knew he was all you could think of. that’s why when his name finally appeared on your phone screen, you almost forgot how to breathe.

*ring ring ring*

[INCOMING CALL: park sunghoon]

“hello-”

“i’m ten minutes away. meet me at the front. we need to talk.”

“wait what-”

your words are cut off mid sentence, the man having hung up before you could even question him. typical.

you surprisingly find sound coming from the living room when you come out of your room, a sign that beomgyu was home even though you were so sure he had left earlier. the man is blankly gazing at the tv screen, his mind evidently elsewhere like it had been for the past few weeks.

“oh- hi,” he says with a gentle smile once he notices you, one that even you could tell was forced, “are you hungry? i was planning on getting your favourite for dinner.”

“i um- i actually need to head out for a sec gyu. you can eat without me.”

before you could even leave the living room, you feel a hand grab onto your arm, stopping you from going any further.

“don’t go,” his voice is soft, almost pleading as he wraps his arms around you from behind, bringing you back against his chest, “don’t go to him.”

“i-”

“just for tonight...” he seems to be having a hard time speaking, his words trembling and broken. just like the man himself. “stay with me.”

you’re not even given the time to think it over as your phone begins vibrating in your hold. now you’re more concerned as to what the man blowing up your phone might do if you don’t appear downstairs soon, like he told you to.

the last thing you wanted was a confrontation between sunghoon and beomgyu but it seems as though the situation had gotten a lot more complicated recently. perhaps you were delusional but you swore beomgyu had been treating you very differently as of late, like a couple, his real fiancée.

you know you shouldn’t, that you should be keeping a distance instead to prevent misunderstandings... but the way he’s holding you so tightly, like he was afraid you’d run away and the desperation in his tone makes it hard for you to say no.

“o- okay beomgyu...”

you’re not sure how long you both sat silently on the couch for, but the man ended up falling asleep on your lap, with your fingers gently threading through his hair for comfort.

even now that you were caught off guard by how handsome choi beomgyu truly was, a man whose face looked perfect from every angle it seemed. no wonder why he was so popular with the ladies, you can’t even blame him.

but there was an obvious change in beomgyu recently, you could see it the more you spent time with him. compared to the man you first met, this one was the complete opposite.

the man hardly went out after dark anymore, often enough spending that time with you at home instead. whether it was watching movies or cooking up random recipes, he always kept you company, making sure you never felt alone in his massive home.

this beomgyu had you sometimes questioning...

would it be so bad if you did marry him?

if it wasn’t for your messed up relationship on your step brother, you reckon you would’ve fallen for this beomgyu and lived out your own arrange marriage trope with him. but life is unexpected.

the faint sound of the new’s theme song playing was what woke you up hours later. several hours later you assumed from how bright it had gotten outside the windows.

what almost got you squealing though was the sight of beomgyu when you finally looked upwards, only to realise you were currently lying on his lap. a completely switch from your positions before you went to sleep.

“morning,” he smiles gently, this time seemingly more genuine compared to the one last night. it somewhat puts you at ease seeing him like that, even though he refused to tell you why there had been a shift in his mood lately.

*new’s theme song*

“and for today’s business related news, we have breaking news. it has been reported at 9am this morning that park sungjoon of park corp has taken a step back to let his only son, park sunghoon take over the CEO position. the abrupt change over has taken the business world by storm but with a surprise majority stockholder vote, park sunghoon is already a favourite and expected to do well after his father,” the reporter says as another appears on the screen, “it is also reported that sunghoon’s unexpected first move as the head was to sever ties with choi corp, ending their decade long partnership and the upcoming wedding been choi beomgyu and park-”

you were no longer listening, the news reporter’s mention of your own name becoming a blur in the background. you couldn’t believe it, sunghoon had kept his promise but this was definitely not how you expected him to do it... but judging by the look on beomgyu’s face, you’re almost certain that he already knew this was coming.

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juyomiao · 9 months

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Only ONE - sung hanbin x gn!reader

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chapter warnings: yn punches someone 😁 , written part is shit omg , yeji is mean im sorry yeji fans im sorry midzys forgive me , one (1) xanax mention

written part under the cut (~ 836 words)

this is not your proudest moment. listening in on someone's conversation, really?

but the need to know what's going on is stronger than any morals you might have. especially when you don't trust anyone in the student council except yourself. and hanbin, but he isn't being exactly cooperative lately.

"beomgyu, you always knew i liked hanbin. why are you acting like this is surprising in any way?" you aren't exactly a genius at recognizing people by their voice, but you can clearly tell that's yeji.

"are you serious? of course i knew, but that doesn't make anything you did correct! you're trying to ruin someone else's life over your feelings, if it wasn't for yn-"

something is telling you to take out your phone and record this. if you're going to snoop in someone else's business, might as well get a confession from the actual culprit out of it.

"there you go, it's always about yn this, yn that… do any of you ever get tired? if they weren't part of the student council this wouldn't have happened in the first place! it's their fault!"

"it's no one's fault but yours, yeji."

there you have your proof, you mentally - although reluctantly - thank beomgyu.

"see? you're on their side too! you hate them just as much as i do, you should be thankful i'm doing all of this!"

yeji dislikes you. you let the information sink in for what feels like an eternity, of course you knew it was like that the moment you found out she was behind all this, but you assumed it was all over her stupid crush on hanbin. no, hwang yeji just admitted she dislikes you.

you were never exactly desperate to be anyone's friend, or to be liked by everyone you met, but both of those things were never hard for you. or at least, you thought so until today.

your brain tunes out the rest of the conversation, as you silently stand right by the door, your phone still recording

"y/n?" a voice snaps you out of your thoughts, you blink quickly a couple of times, meeting woobin's eyes. "are you okay?" you nod with a small smile "yeah, i just…"

you hear faint murmuring coming from the room, the silence enough for you to pick up a small 'they're here?' that clearly belongs to yeji.

you sigh, finally stopping the recording on your phone and hiding it deep into your backpack before something happens to it. you might be a bit paranoid, but with what yeji has been able to pull so far you wouldn't be surprised if she went that far to destroy the major evidence in your hands.

"yn!" and with that, she's back to the normal yeji you know, your friend. "hi yeji," you can't lie for shit, and everyone there can clearly tell something is up, not only between you two, but overall. beomgyu is on the verge of speaking and probably spill every single thing he found out about yeji, but you keep talking before he can "I wanted to talk to you, but you left my texts on read. is everything okay?" if she wants to act fake, you can too.

"oh about that…. i'm sorry, i had some issues with my phone and couldn't answer your texts," somehow, that small lie sets you off "you have issues overall."

"what?" you can see beomgyu trying to hold back his laughter, turning around to face the wall with a hand over his mouth. "you heard me. you have a ton of issues, because whatever stupid crush you have on hanbin, or your hatred for me, or anything else, shouldn't push you to do everything you did."

"i don't know what you're talking about, yn,"

"yes you do. want me to get the chats? or maybe i should get them from your phone," yeji rolls her eyes. it's only for a split second, but you can tell the more you corner her the more her mask slips off, and the truth will inevitably be uncovered.

the following minutes are a blur to you. yeji keeps making excuses, saying your accusations are baseless, until something tips her off. you don't know what it is, she probably doesn't know either, but she admits to everything.

she admits to stealing the money, framing hanbin, being behind the anonymous number, spreading the word of hanbin stealing through the whole school.

"he was the one who offered to help me cover it up! he felt bad i had to resort to stealing, so he said he'd take the blame if anyone found out!"

"and you took advantage of this and made sure everyone found out," you point out.

she keeps making excuses, saying anyone would've done the same in her situation - failing to realize not anyone has the morals of a rock - how you 'shouldn't act like you're so much better than her, you've probably done worse' . you don't know what took over you, but that's your last straw and, before you can think it through, you punch her.

☆ note: this was wayyy too late im sorry pookies :( i hated the written part ,, well ! see u with a new chapter in ,, whenever i have wifi again idk

☆ SYNOPSIS: sung hanbin is everyone's dream guy: perfect grades, perfect looks, perfect personality, he has it all. he's even class AND student council president! everyone loves him, and you, as his vice-president, are no exception to that. having been in love with him since you were 12, you try to tone down your feelings "for the sake of professionalism" and claim it's simple admiration for someone who objectively has no flaws. but there is one small detail you missed, in all these years admiring him: he has an even bigger crush on you.

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ijhyo · 1 year

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CHAPTER 4

what was supposed to be a fun weekend away with friends turns into a sinister game of hide and seek where their lives are on the line. trapped in a lake house cabin with only six hours on the clock, can y/n figure out who is behind the mask and manage not to get caught all before sunrise?

PAIRING. soobin x gn reader ; beomgyu x gn reader ; yeonjun x gn reader

GENRE. college au ; mystery ; thriller ; escape room ; angst ; horror ; humour

WARNINGS. character deaths (quick, act surprised) ; injuries ; blood ; swearing ; stabbing ; guns

WORD COUNT. 7k

A/N. FINALLY! she is here! after 300 years the final installment of the here i come series is out GOD BLESS. never have i been so happy to finish something in my life. very big thank you to everyone who continued showing interest in this fic even though this chapter took forever, this is truly for u I LOVE YALL! some of u have kind of guessed the killers so kudos to you, big brained people. i cant think of anything else to say just here you go, thank u, enjoy!!

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When you come to, you are laying in a bed, an overhead light shines glaring harshly in your eyes. You blink blearily, trying to get used to the brightness of the room and getting your vision to focus.

Movement catches your attention at the foot of your bed. You see Lia moving around the room, picking up your dirty clothes to do the laundry because you always forget to put them away, humming under her breath as she works.

Saturday was always laundry day.

After you got out of bed, you would be the one to take out the trash and go shopping for any groceries you needed. By the time you’d get back, Lia would have already finished with lunch.

You’d watch a movie or two, maybe play a game if you could convince your roommate, and order take out for dinner.

Right about now, she would tsk her tongue and throw a dirty shirt at you, telling you that you need to start cleaning up for yourself. You’d roll your eyes fondly and promise to be neater. Lia would accept it even though she doesn’t believe you and the process would be repeated all over again the next week.

You wait for the shirt to hit your face. It never comes.

Instead, the illusion is shattered when your eyes finally focus on the person you saw and see that their back is way too broad to be your friend’s and that, looking around curiously, this was not your apartment.

Everything comes rushing back then.

The game. The killers. Lia.

You’re laying down comfortably but you feel dizzy. Raising a hand to your head, you feel cotten where your temple should be and find that pressure causes a sharp sting to shoot up to your forehead. You let out a low curse at the pain and the other person finally takes notice of you.

He moves to your side, relief written on his face. “Oh, you’re awake, thank God.” You try to place the boy in your memory but draw a blank. “You passed out sometime between the lake and here and didn’t wake up for half an hour. I was starting to get worried.”

Yeonjun, your brain supplies when all the recent events catch up to you.

Now that you could see his face illuminated properly, pretty seems like an understatement. His dark hair is pushed back, revealing his forehead and you didn’t think that could be attractive, but here you are.

Yeonjun is still watching you. You clear your throat. “Um, thanks. For helping me.”

“You’re welcome,” he says smiling. “You looked like you needed it.” You suppress a scoff. If only he knew. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

His sudden question snaps you back. He has his hand up in your direct line of vision. “What?”

“I’m checking if you have a concussion. I dressed your wounds as best I could with zero first aid training but I need to make sure you won’t pass out again on me.”

His fingers are really pretty. You blink. “Oh. Three.”

Yeonjun smiles, satisfied. “Okay. Good, that’s good.”

He walks around the bed and disappears behind through a door. You use this opportunity to look around the room Yeonjun put you in, not finding it familiar at all.

Knowing that it is not far from Soobin’s lake house, you think that this house must be on the same level of extravagance, or at least close to it, but this room gives no indication of that. It’s smaller than the bedroom you were going to spend the night in before but still larger than the one in your apartment.

There is indications of use around; a t-shirt hanging on the back of a chair; shoes spilling out of the closet; and the faint smell of cologne lingers in the air. It all seems so boy that the only conclusion you draw is that this is Yeonjun’s room.

The boy in your returns with a glass of water that you accept gratefully. You hadn’t realised how thirsty you were until you downed the drink in seemingly one gulp. Yeonjun watches amusedly as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and you feel your face heat.

“Where are we?” You ask, holding the glass in your hands.

Yeonjun looks around the room in thought, humming. “About ten minutes away from where I found you.”

“Do you live here?”

“Nah,” he denies easily, taking a seat ay the foot of the bed, being careful to avoid touching your legs, “I’m just house sitting. The family that lives here is away at their other vacation house. In Japan.”

At your stunned look (you’re pretty sure that your mouth is open wide), Yeonjun nods hugely. “I know. Rich people, am I right?”

You scoff. “You could say that.”

It goes quiet. Yeonjun watches you curiously, his heavy gaze makes you avert your eyes to the glass in your hold. You clear your throat. “Aren’t you going to ask me what happened?”

He winces. “Can I?”

You shrug, feigning nonchalance, before launching into your recount of the night’s events. You watch his face as it goes from curious to shocked before finally settling on what is a mixture of disbelief and disgust.

Which, sums it up pretty nicely.

“That’s…Fuck, I-I don’t even know what to say. Who would do that?”

It feels oddly reassuring hearing this surprise from someone who has zero knowledge of the fucked up party you were just at. You inhale sharply. “Don’t know yet. But I’m gonna find out.” And you were. You couldn’t sit here forever.

“And the rest of your friends? You said you think they’re…” Dead. The word hangs between the two of you, too scared to be spoken aloud for fear they might be true.

“Well,” you start decisively, “they might not be.” With that, you swing your legs over the side of the bed, holding back a cry at the pain that erupts from the sudden movement.

Yeonjun’s hands shoot out to steady you, eyebrows creased with worry. “Woah! What are you doing?”

“I’m fine,” you grit out, pushing off the taller boy.

“You’re quite literally not. You might not have a concussion but fuck, Y/N, you’ve been stabbed. You can’t go out there. You need rest.”

Continuing out of the bedroom, you find yourself in an enormous foyer, almost as grand as the Choi family’s. “I need to make sure my friends are okay. I need to make those bastards pay.”

Your path is blocked by a very tall wall standing in your way. You roll your eyes, knowing that he used the fact that he doesn’t need to limp to pass you. “And how exactly do you plan on doing that?” Yeonjun stands defiantly, arms crossed and displeasure clear in the hard set of his jaw. You are getting quite sick of boys telling you no.

You stop in your tracks, thinking.

Then, “Do you have any knives?”

2 HOURS LEFT

The trek up the hill is hard with your injuries and takes longer than it should have had you been in full strength. The ground is soft beneath your feet, gives way every few feet and you have to readjust yourself carefully to avoid slipping.

A knife, so graciously given to you by Yeonjun, is hidden under your shirt. You walk in a way that it won’t accidentally nick your side. It feels awkward but it works.

Nearing the house, light spills out into the night, the grand chandelier still on. It is jarring almost, how the trees go from being cloaked in darkness to being bathed in bright light.

The front door is deserted.

You feel the warmth from the fireplace rather than see it, noting how it is still on, despite everything. That someone was stoking it.

You enter cautiously. Hand hovering over where the knife is, you stalk your way back into the kitchen and the sight of your altercation with the seeker leaves a sour taste in your mouth. The kettle remains strewn across the floor, a puddle of water mixed with blood spilled across the wooden floor.

Heart hammering loudly in your chest, you approach the door to the wine cellar, hand clutched to your waist. You know there is a possibility that the seeker could be there, could jump out and surprise you at any moment, but now that you have your own weapon to defend yourself, you wouldn’t let that fear stop you from finding Lia.

A crash.

Your head whips around frantically at the sound. Straining your ears, you listen carefully for any indication of where the noise came from. Quietly, you duck behind the kitchen island into a crawl. The knife nicks digs into your stomach but you ignore it, focusing on controlling your breathing so as to not bring attention to your location.

There is a slam as something collapses against the ground.

“Get away from me!”

Your heart stutters.

Soobin.

The sound of heavy footsteps gets louder with every passing second as someone walks closer to your hiding spot. Peaking your head around the side of the island, you try to get a glimpse of who it is, but the wall of the kitchen obscures your view. Clenching your teeth, you steel yourself to take the risk and reveal yourself to see who it is.

Slowly moving from your crouched position, you rise to your feet and are greeted by the back of the boy you have liked for two years, the boy who went through all this trouble just to try and create a night you’d enjoy.

“Soobin.” Your voice cracks around his name. Tears well in your eyes and threaten to spill.

He turns and your heart soars. “Y/N?” Relief washes over his features as he takes you in. He barely gives you time to respond before he crosses over to you and engulfs you in a massive hug.

Immediately, your shoulders relax and all the tension in your body melts away when his arms wrap around you. “Oh my god, Y/N, I’m so glad you’re okay. I was so worried, you just disappeared and I couldnʼt find and there was blood everywhere I, I thought—”

Pulling back slightly, you press a gentle hand to his face to stop his rambling. “I’m okay, I’m okay.” His eyes search yours and he nods numbly, bringing a hand to cover yours.

Soobin laughs mirthlessly. “Some game night, huh?”

Your chuckle comes out wet. “Not exactly what I had in mind, no.” You chance a look over his shoulder, expecting to see one of the seekers pop out and ruin the moment. Focusing your gaze back on Soobin, you graze your eyes over his face, going through a mental checklist of injuries. There’s a cut above his eye and dried blood crusts his cheek. Aside from that and a split lip, he’s fine. You exhale in relief. “They didn’t get you,” you breathe, more of a statement than a question.

He’s in front of you, face beneath your fingers, real and alive.

Soobin nods once. “They tried to, but I got away in time.”

“That’s good. Have you seen Beomgyu? Lia?”

“No, I’m sorry,” he admits solemnly and you feel your heart constrict. That doesn’t mean anything, you remind yourself, stopping yourself from thinking the worst. He must read your mind because his eyes rove over your face and he kisses his teeth. “Y/N…” he warns carefully, but your mind is up.

You tell him as much, but he’s still against it. “You don’t have to do anything, Y/N. The doors are open–we could leave! Get out of here right now.”

While what he is saying sounds appealing, there is nothing more that you want than to get as far away from this house as possible, you couldn’t—wouldn’t—do that without your friends. “I came back here because I couldnʼt leave you guys. I found you and I’m not leaving until I find the others. I’m not leaving without them.”

There is a possibility that you are in over your head. That even if you did manage to get past the seekers, the chances of you finding your friends alive was slim. You know that’s what Soobin is thinking, that he’s just trying to be rational. You expect him to argue, but instead he just sighs. Glances up at the ceiling. Locks eyes with you again.

“Okay.” Even though he agrees, you can tell he’s still apprehensive. “But I’m going with you.”

You nod, offering him a grateful smile that he returns. Your mind flits through the faces of the other people who were at the party, a drop in your stomach when you remember all the people who died. “What about the others? Yunho and Wooyoung?”

At the mention of their names, Soobin’s eyes darken and his jaw sets.

Cocking your head to the side, you ask, “What is it?”

It takes him a moment to respond, a myriad of emotions passing on his face as he considers whether to tell you whatever it is or not. He comes to a decision when he inhales sharply and pinches the bridge of his nose. You watch him curiously. “They…fuck. They’re the seekers, Y/N.”

You blink owlishly. “What?” you question, barely above a whisper. There’s no way. It can’t be. You saw them, you, you played with them, you might have even gone as far to say you could have become friends. They couldn’t have…

But Soobin’s mouth is set in a hard line and suddenly the room seems too small. “But how could they…in the screening room, they were with you. How could they…?” You can’t get the question out but Soobin understands anyway.

His face softens as she shakes his head. “They joined us later, before I found you. And then, after you left, so did Yunho. He came back as the seeker and killed Jongho right in front of us, and we all ran. I saw Sumin’s body at the top of the stairs and I was just attacked. It’s them. They’re behind all of this.”

You feel sick. Bile creeps up your throat and threatens to spill out, but you swallow it down.

Shutting your eyes tight, you exhale shakily. It didn’t matter. It didn’t change the fact that your best friend was missing.

Squaring your shoulders back, you lock eyes with Soobin.

“I’m getting Lia back. And those bastards are gonna pay.”

His eyes widen in shock at your concoction but he recovers quickly. Nodding once, he grabs one of your hands and leads you out to the living room where the couches have been turned over and the coffee table lies on the carpeted floor in pieces, splinters of wood littering the ground.

You chance a glance at Soobin. He really put up a fight, huh?

“How are your parents going to feel about you trashing their house?” you ask, going for a joke.

He responds with a cheeky grin. “Great, if I never tell them. I’m sure I can convince them to spend a couple winters in Jeju and they’ll be none the wiser.”

Whether or not he’s kidding, you can’t tell. The thought of his family owning yet another holiday home—in Jeju no less—is…strange. You think that if you try to comprehend just how rich Soobin is, steam would start coming out of your head. You personally had never travelled further than the places you’ve lived, let alone had houses purely for the purpose of visiting during specific seasons.

But this must be normal for him as he doesn’t even bat an eyelash. Okay. Cool. You’re just going to assume that Soobin has a house in every major city of Korea at this point.

The two of you barely make it past the staircase, past Isa’s lifeless body that has since turned a ghostly pale yellow, when a voice yells from behind you, thick with malice and so raspy it sounds as though it ripped through their throat, “Soobin!”

Simultaneously, you and the boy in question’s heads turn, hands still clasped together, and come face to face with the seekers. Masks still donned with the same cloak they’ve been wearing all night, you wonder who is who.

One of them steps towards the two of you, and you surprise yourself by planting your feet firmly in place. “Soobin,” he says and with a chill down your spine, you find that it is, in fact, Yunho, his voice familiar to you after all this time. Why he’s decided to ditch the voice modulator, you don’t know. Your eyes narrow.

Next to him, Wooyoung practically seethes. Closing the distance between you, he stalks over, knife brandished like a sword, crying, “We’re going to fucking kill you—!”

BANG!

Wooyoung stops in his tracks. His head drops to the center of his chest where you notice a pool of red spilling through the cloak and spreading outward. At the same time he drops the floor to his knees, you turn to look at Soobin. With a gun in his hands.

ONE HOUR LEFT

Soobin gives you a sidelong glance out of the corner of his eye. “Make them pay, right?”

You swallow, your heart hammering wildly in your chest. Right? That is what you said, this is what you wanted, but—fuck. He has a gun? Has he had one this entire time? He knows how to fire one? The knife pressed against your stomach burns against your skin.

Soobin doesn’t acknowledge your apparent discomfort, he doesn’t even look at you. Instead he watches Wooyoung clutch his chest desperately, blood seeping through his fingers. Watches Yunho rush to his friend’s side, distressed as he yanks off the mask from his face. Watches as his friend’s name falls from his lips in between a string of “no, no, no, no”s that sound something between a plea and a prayer.

He watches all of this impassively. His face barely twitches. He looks almost bored.

In the past night you have seen more people die and be killed than you would care to count, and yet, seeing the boy you’ve cared about for years put a bullet in someone so easily, without so much as a flinch, makes something ugly curl in your stomach.

Revenge is what you wanted, but something about this feels wrong.

Yunho crouches over Wooyoung and removes his friend’s face, brushing the shorter boy’s hair away from his forehead. “You’re okay, you’re okay, you’re okay,” he repeats, a mantra as he rips off a piece of his cloak to press against the wound, over the sound of Wooyoung’s laboured wheezing. He turns to glare at the both of you, something heady and full of hatred. “What is wrong with you?” he cries out, voice thick with anguish.

You find yourself wanting to defend yourself, to tell him that you didn’t do anything, that you never knew Soobin would do that. But you stop when you remember that they hurt your friends, they hurt you; you have the wound on your your leg to prove it and—

Oh, god.

You’re going to be sick.

Masks thrown to the side on the bloodied floor, you can see their faces clearly. Soft light rises from outside as the sun makes its ascent over the horizon—Has it really been that long since this fucked up game started?—and casts a glow across their features. Their unmarred features.

You slammed a kettle of boiling across one of their seeker’s faces; you burned him. And yet, here they stand, skin as smooth as a baby.

Eyes blown wide, you exhale shakily, “It’s not them.”

“What are you talking about?” Soobin asks through a scoff. You take a step away from him, hands trembling at your side at your revelation.

“I-I hit one of them. Neither of them have any scars or anything. It’s not them. Soobin, they’re innocent.” He looks at you for the first time since firing his gun, one that is calculated, like he’s assessing you, and has his jaw clenching. He’s never looked at you like this before.

From the ground, Wooyoung laughs mirthlessly through gritted teeth, catching your attention. Blood spittles from his mouth and you wince. “You think this fucker doesn’t know that?”

Yunho nods in Soobin’s direction. “He’s the one who knocked us out and put us in these clothes to frame us and forced us to pretend to be seekers. He threatened to hurt that Beom—”

With a tired sigh, Soobin rolls his eyes and aims his gun at the two boys. “This is tedious.”

Two shots.

One through Yunho’s head and another to Wooyoung’s chest, right where his heart is.

The shots rings out in the expansive living room, reverberating in your ears. You think you flinch, but you can’t be sure. Not with how your body feels as though it’s been doused with cement. You can’t move.

“What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?”

Your mind was spinning. Soobin just shot two people. Two innocent people. Two innocent people who just accused him of—oh, god, you can’t keep the bile down anymore.

You heave.

“Oh, don’t tell me you believe them. Those guys?” Soobin asks disbelievingly, waving the gun around like it’s like a toy and not a weapon that just killed two people.

“You shot them,” you say, arms shaking at your sides.

“Yeah. After they killed my friends.”

“I just told you they didn’t!” Your voice cracks around the last syllable and Soobin’s face softens. He takes a step towards you, arm reaching out for you, but you step back, putting as much distance between the two of you. “Don’t touch me.”

He tries to stop you by saying, “Hey, don’t be like that,” but you just shake your head, trying to wrap your head around the last few minutes, but you find that you can’t. Nothing makes sense.

Nothing about the boy you liked being a gun carrying murderer makes sense. Nothing about the weekend that was supposed to be a fun time with your friends turning into a bloodbath made sense. The whole situation was making your head and you were so tired.

You just wanted to leave and go home to your tiny apartment with your best friend and watch a movie and complain about your classes over beer. You wish Soobin never planned this stupid party in the first place.

Your heart stutters in your chest.

I planned this whole thing for you.

The room tilts, like the world has been shifted on its axis. Moments from the night start slotting together like puzzle pieces in your mind as you recall the way Soobin wanted you to hide together at beginning of the game, how he just so happened to find you after Sunghoon was killed, how even though he claims to have gotten into a fight with the seekers, he barely has a scratch on him.

How he killed Wooyoung and Yunho despite you telling him they weren’t the seekers.

That ugly thing in the pit of your stomach grows and spreads throughout your body wraps itself around your throat.

Tears prick your eyes, sick and disbelief clawing up your throat. “You…” The words lodge themselves under your tongue.

Soobin’s face morphs just then.

Gone is the look of boyish care you have grown so familiar with, that you have fallen in love with, and is overtaken by a smug, snakelike grin. The sight chills you.

He claps. Actually applauds as he looks at you with something akin to pride. “God, you’re so smart. I knew you’d get it, you know? I always believed in you,” he admits, awe lacing his voice. Checking his watch, he whistles. “And with forty-seven minutes to spare! Wow. Your intelligence is one of the things I like about you, you know?”

What the fuck was happening right now? Was he confessing to you? Right now?

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You were fucking timing me? Why the fuck would you do that?”

“For you, obviously.” He says it matter-of-factly and it gives you pause. “You know,” he starts, walking around the base of the stairs with the air of someone giving a seminar, “when I told the guys that I knew you’d figure it out, they didn’t believe me. I said ‘That Y/N? She’s smart, she loves riddles. She’ll put two and two together.’. But they were adamant that the stress of the situation would be too much for you to handle and you wouldn’t be able to think clearly, blah blah blah. Psych majors. You know how they are.” He says it like the two of you are in on a joke together.

You want to wring his neck.

“And I guess they were right, kind of, but you pulled through in the end. Just like I knew you would.” Soobin flashes you a smile that before tonight, would have left your knees weak, but now the sight just makes you angry.

The fact that he thinks you should be flattered that he apparently thinks highly of your deduction skills in a situation he orchestrated that ended with so many people dead makes you sick. He bet on you.

With the seekers, you think abruptly. It has to be.

Your mind works quickly, trying to figure out who they really are and you gasp at your revelation.

His smile widens and you have half a mind to punch it right off. “I think introductions are in order, don’t you?”

As though summoned, two dark figures walk towards the both of you from a secret door in the walls of the living room. The seekers. One of them pushes someone along roughly—Beomgyu, your brain supplies—, a knife pressed against his throat.

A wave of relief washes over you as you lock eyes. “Y/N,” he exhales, breathlessly, eyes raking over your body. “You’re okay.”

“So are you,” you nod, voice dripping with relief, then you wince. “All things considered.”

He chuckles at that. “I suppose it could be worse.”

“Shut up,” the seeker holding Beomgyu snaps, the same voice modulator that has been tormenting you for six hours crackles.

The other one regards you lowly, through the black eye holes of the mask they don. “Y/N!” they announce dramatically, but Soobin raises a hand to stop them.

“You can ditch the voice now, guys. She figured it out.”

“God dammit!” they curse, ripping the mask off in an angry huff. “I can never have any fun around here.”

Finally, the identities of the people who have made your night a living hell is revealed to you. The boys standing in front of you are two you have only seen in pictures, heard about through anecdotes, the who, up until six hours ago, you had so wanted to meet.

Taehyun and Kai. The fucking seekers.

“What the fuck?” Beomgyu curses incredulously, staring at the faces of boys he used to pass in the halls at school.

Earlier that last night Soobin had told you that his two best friends were away at a yacht party.

We were having so much fun but you just had to go and rock the boat!

Jesus Christ.

You hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but now, it clicks in your mind perfectly. You barely hold back a scoff. What a terrible clue.

Kai’s mouth spreads snakily across his face, in an unnerving imitation of a smile. “Hey, Y/N. Nice to finally meet you.”

You snarl.

Off to the side, Soobin is practically vibrating in place, bouncing on the balls of his feet like a little kid. “You figured it out, right? I was worried that telling you about the yacht party was too much of a throwaway comment and then there was the issue of trying to find a way for Kai to slip in something about a water or a boat—Have to thank you, Beomgyu, for that stunt you pulled. Really appreciate it.”

Your childhood friend physically recoils at that. Taehyun grunts and presses the knife against his throat deeper. Beomgyu winces.

Shaking your head, you turn and confront Soobin. “So what was the point of all this? You guys killed all these people for what?” A tremor goes through your hands so you ball them into fists at your side.

Soobin cocks his head to the side innocently. “For you, Y/N. You love game nights. You love riddles and puzzles and mysteries, so I came up with the biggest one just for you.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Beomgyu exclaims. “You’re telling me that you did all of this, killed all of your fucking friends because you have a crush?”

Behind him, Taehyun shrugs noncommittally. “People who experience traumatic events together are inexplicably bonded for life.”

A beat.

“You were trying to fucking trauma bond with me?”

“You make it sound so simple,” he complains, waving the gun dismissively. “I made rules, people, there was structure. You know the order people died was the order they knew each other? Of course you did, you probably realised. But what you didn’t know is that Beomgyu—” he points the gun at him— “was supposed to go first. But you guys screwed it up! How the hell do you guys even know each other?”

“Your mom introduced us,” Beomgyu hisses defiantly. Blood trickles down his neck in response.

Soobin squints his eyes as if bored. “Real mature. Anyways, I saw you two talking in the kitchen at the beginning of the night so I had to do some emergency rearranging. So, in a way, Sunghoon dying first is kind of your fault. Granted, he would have died anyway, but, you know. Semantics.”

The same sweet boy who used to walk you to class and take you out for coffee after stressful exam weeks, the same boy who helped you out with homework and made you feel like the sun was bursting in your chest by smiling was the same one who hurt you, your friends. And he didn’t even feel an ounce of remorse for it.

“Fuck you,” you spit menacingly but you are just brushed off.

Soobin waves a dismissive hand in the air. “Plenty of time for that later. Now, we have to address the elephant in the room. The elephant, of course, being Beomgyu. Killing him now would mess up the order and I’m kind of a stickler for the—”

He doesn’t get to finish because out of the corner of your eye, Beomgyu elbows his captor in the stomach hard. Taehyun keels over, releasing him and you spur into action. Surprised, Kai takes a moment to recover before he is slashing at Beomgyu’s arm with his knife. Beomgyu hisses in pain, clutching his shoulder.

Rushing to Wooyoung’s body, pain flaring up your leg, you pry his knife from his fingers and say a silent apology in your head. “Beomgyu!” you yell. He turns to you and after a split second decision, you throw the knife in his direction.

Miraculously, he catches it by the hilt and, before you can blink, he’s lodged it in Kai’s throat.

The first seeker splutters, hands flying to press against the wound but it proves futile. Blood gushes from his neck like a burst pipe. Kai chokes as blood gets into his throat, coughing up red.

It’s a gruesome sight but it fills you with satisfaction, watching as he, too, succumbs to the same death he subjected your friends to.

Kai let's out a final wheeze before he falls to his knees, one arm reaching up to Beomgyu who watches on, face blank and chest heaving. Finally, Kai’s body goes limp and hits the floor with a thud.

“Well,” Soobin starts with a clap, turning to Taehyun, “guess I owe you that island.”

His friend grunts weakly, still recovering from Beomgyu’s assault. “You shouldn’t bet against me,” Taehyun admonishes when he rises to his full height.

Soobin nods sagely, chuckling. “I have learned my lesson.” Beomgyu steps back towards you and you reach for him instinctively. Soobin tracks the movement and something downright evil sparkles in his eyes. “Tell you what,” he says, addressing Taehyun, though his eyes never leave you and Beomgyu. “Do one more thing and I’ll throw in another.”

“An island?” you question incredulously. This was just getting ridiculous.

Taehyun shrugs. “It’s part of his inheritance. But now, it’ll be part of mine.” He stalks closer to the two of you causing you to back up to the stairs, nearly tripping over Isa’s body.

Knife pointed, he draws nearer menacingly. He’s after Beomgyu, you know. In some twisted form of logic you know that he won’t hurt you, not with Soobin right there.

Beomgyu tries to stand up straight but you can see the pain clear on his face as he clutches his injured arm. Taehyun grins at that, and lunges—

A wine bottle swings against his head from behind.

Taehyun’s body stills. He crumples to the floor in a heap of black fabric, head hitting the ground with a loud thud.

“Fuck rich people,” the assailant spits, chest heaving and your heart squeezes.

Lia.

She notices you and she lets the bottle drop from her grasp and the two run to embrace the other. All the tension you were holding in your shoulder eases, your body physically sagging against hers in relief.

You don’t even realise you are crying until damp spots start forming on her shoulder. Tears rack through your body at the feeling of your best friend in your arms, alive just like you believed she would be. Her grip around you tightens as she clutches the back of your shirt as though she fears you’ll disappear if she lets go.

“They attacked me in our room when I was grabbing my book, then tied me up and left me in the cellar. Told me that it wasn’t my turn yet. I tried to loosen them but whoever tied them used some kind of fucking boats knot. Broke one of the bottles and cut the rope with a glass shard—and my hand, too.”

It is her only injury, you note when the two of you finally pull apart. She has ripped off the left sleeve of her shirt and wrapped it around her hand as a makeshift gauze. It is stained with a giant blotch of blood but she’s alive.

She nods to Beomgyu appreciatively and he responds with a two finger wave. As she takes in the scene, all the blood and mess and bodies littering the floor, you see how her jaw tightens and eyes narrow. When they settle on Soobin, she spits in his face.

He recoils in disgust and wipes it away with—he’s got to be fucking kidding—a handkerchief from his pants pocket.

“You fucker,” Lia sneers.

He merely rolls his eyes. “Oh, great the band’s back together,” he drawls unenthusiastically. “There’s still twenty minutes left of the game, can we wrap this up?”

Aiming his gun between Lia and Beomgyu he pretends to ponder who he’s going to kill next. Lia stares him dead on, defiance dancing in her eyes and you have never been more in awe of your friend before.

“Y/N?”

Everybody’s heads whip around to the front door where Yeonjun stands in the threshold, confusion dancing in his eyes as he takes in the scene.

He came.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Soobin exclaims haughtily, arms going up in annoyance. “Who the fuck is this guy?”

“The guy who called the cops,” he reveals, jutting out his chin as he walks towards you. “They’re on their way.” The last part is directed more to you than Soobin and you have never been more grateful to see a boy you just met.

“Good,” you say nodding, eyes narrowed as you stare down the boy you used to look at only in administration, “you’ll be dead before they get here.”

Soobin has the nerve to gasp in faux shock, clutching at his heart as though you’ve wounded him. “Okay, ouch. That’s hurtful, babe, how could you say that?”

“You tried to kill me. You made me think my best friend was dead.”

He holds up a finger to stop you and you have half a mind to slice it off. “Point of correction: I never tried to kill you. I would never hurt you, Y/N. I did all of this for you! I ruined my favourite holiday house for you! Now I’m stuck with Jeju and fuckass Tokyo. Do you realise how much I’m giving up for you here and you think I’m the bad guy?”

“You’re insane,” you say incredulously.

“Insane for you.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Oh, come on.” He sounds like a petulant child. Which, you suppose, is exactly what he is. “I killed for you! You think, what, fucking Beomgyu can say that? You think you’d be happy with some asshole from across the lake with a terrible dye job? No way, baby! I’m it!” By the time his spiel is over, his arms are outstretched on either side of him, chest heaving like he’s just ran a marathon.

Lia grimaces. “Did you just fucking quote Gone Girl?”

“Ben Afleck rents out his L.A. house to us, of course I did.”

“What the fuck, man?” Beomgyu expresses, face pinched.

“And this isn’t a dye job, dickwad, this is literally my hair.”

Your best friend turns to Yeonjun and stares like he’s an idiot. “Time and place, dude.”

“Y/N. Baby.” You feel yourself cringe at the pet name. He holds out his hands and takes a step towards you. “You can’t tell me you don’t want this.” Soobin’s voice takes on a sickly sweet lilt, one that would have had you melting if you didn’t find out he was a psychopath.

Thinking about your friends, a wave of protectiveness and a pang of guilt pass through you. They’re here because of you.

With determination coursing through your veins, you step forward. “You’re right.” Behind you, your friends all verbally express their shock. You ignore them. “This is what I want.”

Soobin’s smile drops into an ‘o’ shape as he inhales sharply. When he glances down at the space between the two of you, he is greeted with the sight of a knife—Yeonjun’s knife—sticking out his abdomen.

“Huh,” is the last thing he says to you.

“Go to hell,” is the last thing you say to him.

Hand still on the hilt, you withdraw the knife only to stab him again. And again, and again, and again.

Over and over until you lose count, you plunge the knife into his body, piercing his skin. Blood splatters all over your face and front but you don’t care. You are moving on pure rage at this point. Rage at this boy who turned your favourite thing in the world against you, who put your friends in danger, who has more money in his left pinky than you’ll ever see in your life.

Finally, you slow, and watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head. His body falls to the ground and, for the first time since Sunghoon died in front of you, you smile.

A real, genuine smile spreads across your face as you turn to take in your friends.

“You look like shit,” Lia comments, her own grin growing on her face.

You lift a noncommittal shoulder, teeth bared. “You should see the other guy.”

Beomgyu laughs at that, hearty and full, taking over his whole body and the rest of you aren’t far behind.

Turning to Yeonjun, you find yourself growing shy. “You came.”

“I couldnʼt in good conscience let you walk into a murder house, now could I?” he asks with a tilt of his head and an easy-going grin.

You huff out a laugh and gesture to your blood covered body. “I’d hug you but I’m kind of a mess right now.”

“I don’t know,” he drawls, eyes raking over you appreciatively. Your skin flares wherever his gaze lingers. “I think the blood and guts is working for me.”

Somewhere next to you, Lia fake gags. “Oh, god, Y/N, your new boyfriend is gross.”

“Shut up, Lia,” you admonish without turning to look at her.

Yeonjun chuckles good-naturedly. “How about we reschedule that hug? Possibly after a shower. Preferably over breakfast.”

Feeling your cheeks warm, you nod. “I’d like that.”

“Great. I’m craving pancakes and I could use a hug, too.” You turn to see Beomgyu standing with a cheeky grin on his face.

There is a low grunt from behind you. Slowly rising to his feet is Taehyun having recovered from the wine bottle to the head. Steps staggering, he glares daggers at Beomgyu. “The only hug you’ll be getting is one from death. I’m getting that island—”

A bullet lodges itself in his head and he falls back, eyes blank. Soobin’s gun in hand, Lia stands with it aimed out in front of her.

You don’t even know when she grabbed it.

She exhales heavily. “I needed that.”

Despite everything, you laugh. “So. Breakfast?”

Everyone grunts in affirmation and starts talking over each other about where they should eat when they get back to the city. Obviously, you need to wait for the police to arrive so that you can give your statements. Someone needs to talk to everyones’ parents, let them know what happened. But you’ll cross that bridge when you get there. Together, of course.

Trauma bonded and all that.

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💖 create a sim(p)! — 11: collab

synopsis — after stupidly claiming on stream that you’ve been dating popular youtuber choi beomgyu in secret after accidentally creating an identically looking sim, you beg him not to reveal your lie to the public when it goes viral. weirdly, he agrees and you two begin to fool the public. can your lie become the truth or will it eventually catch up with you?

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a/n — short written chapter under the cut! no warnings!

“Hey.” You softly whispered into the phone, curling over to lie on your side. you tended to sit up while on the phone, but tonight was a different occasion. This was the first time you had ever called… him.

“Hey,” His voice responded, coming through the receiver clear, but with a tinge of exhaustion. He had either just been asleep or he was about to be. That would mean this call would be a quick one. You wouldn’t try and get on his bad side even more than you presumably already were. “So, what do you want to talk about first?”

“I just…I wanted to talk about us…”

“Us?” His voice lilted a bit, a tinge of amusement. “You mean fake us or real us? That was a joke, by the way, there is no real us.”

For some reason, that hurt. You knew that you and Beomgyu’s relationship was nothing more than a strict “business” deal, but… For him to say there was no “real us” was a blow to the part of you that still harbored feelings for him. Did this mean he wouldn’t want to build a real relationship with you? Could the two of you even be friends? Would your clean slate even be appealing to him?

Enough. You shook your head to yourself, knowing you were taking too long to respond. Beomgyu hadn’t said anything else, and it would be weird if you just sat on the phone in silence. You pushed down the twinge of hurt you felt and kept your mind on the task at hand.

“Duh, I know there’s no real us.” You tried to laugh lightheartedly, but it came out a bit choked. You hoped he hadn’t noticed. “We need to make up a game plan for how we’re going to go about this fake relationship. So far nobody’s suspected anything, but I’m sure if we don’t collab at least once, someone will start suspecting something. Even if we don’t live in the same country.”

“Mm.” There was slight ruffling coming through the phone as if Beomgyu was moving around. “We can use Discord and do multi-players if you want… It’s not that hard. Time zones and stuff might make it difficult, but that can be worked out…”

You thought about telling him about your surprise trip but decided against it. You weren’t sure how he’d react to it… Not like you were coming just for him, but… Better be safe than sorry you know.

“Are you listening to me?” Beomgyu asked, “I asked you for your Discord twice.”

“Sorry,” You quickly sent him a message with your info. “I’m listening…”

You and Beomgyu made a few more arrangements, sending each other photos that the other could post on their respective social media. You coached each other on your fellow interests and also came up with a more comprehensive story for how you two had met. He had mentioned his slip-up on his first stream addressing you and how he hadn’t remembered you said you’d met at a market initially, but you told him it was fine. Getting on his case when he was the one helping you would be a bit much.

“My friends? Soobin and Kai, they’re the ones that I live with. They’ve been on the stream before,” Now you were exchanging information on friends, just in case. “Felix and Sunoo, though, don’t live in California. They live in South Korea, like you.”

“Ah, you are friends with Sunoo after all.”

“Huh?”

“My friend, Jake… He said you and Sunoo were friends.”

“Jake?” Your mouth was filled with a bad taste at the mention of him. “Wait, Sim Jaeyun? That Jake?”

He had been a friend of Sunoo’s, even close enough to be considered a best friend at one point. But after what he had done to Sunoo… Let’s just say, you weren’t Jake’s biggest fan. You and Sunoo had burned several issues of magazines that featured him. That’s how much you disliked him.

“Yeah, that’s him. So, how is he?”

“What?”

“Sunoo. How’s he doing? Jake wanted me to ask.” You rolled your eyes, why would Jake care how Sunoo was doing? He was the one that had stabbed him in the back, yet now he wanted to see if the wound was healing. Jake always knew how to grind your gears.

“He’s fine.” And for added salt, you sneered, “Why does he care?”

“He… He says he misses him sometimes.” Beomgyu sounded uncomfortable. “Can we not talk about them? What their relationship is doesn’t really matter to me.”

“Fine.” You sighed, not really wanting to express your distaste for Jake either. “Well, aside from Jake… Who else are you friends with?”

You and Beomgyu kept talking. You brightened up a little when he mentioned that he had a friend named Keeho, stating that you two also knew each other. You made a mental note to ask for his number later, wanting to catch up. Eventually, though, you felt tired yourself. You’d be heading to the airport the next day, so you needed your sleep. Or Soobin would probably have your head.

Beomgyu hung up first.

“Are you seriously still awake!?” Soobin appeared at your bedroom door. “Bed. Now. I don’t want to hear you complaining tomorrow when we head to the airport.”

“Okay, mom.” Your best friend rolled his eyes before turning around to go back to his room.

Clink! Your phone’s text message sound went off. You looked at the screen, eyes widening as you read the message.

>> C. Beomgyu: flying to cali. tomorrow. surprise. <<

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Hii!! I was wondering if you could write scenarios of what TxT members would do for their significant others birthday?? It's my birthday today and I need some cute fluff rn T-T

what txt would do on your birthday

REQUEST What TXT would do and get for their significant other on their birthday.

PAIRING (separate) ot5 txt x gender neutral!reader

GENRE lots of fluff!

WORD COUNT 270+ to 310+ per member

AUTHOR'S NOTE happy birthday to you! thank you so much for sending in this request. i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it <3

MASTERLIST | REQUESTS: OPEN!

YEONJUN gets you material things, mostly, aside from his love for you.

He would definitely get you something you’ve been dying to buy for yourself; it’s either you haven’t saved enough for it yet or it isn’t a priority as of right now. He knows that, and he’s more than pleased to buy whatever you want and anything you don’t need, but insists you do.

Yeonjun walks up to you while you’re seated, focused on a mundane task. It sucks to be busy on the day of your birthday, so he does his best to put a smile on your face, even the slightest. Yeonjun lets out a noise in greeting to get your attention and you whip your head, eyes immediately aligning with the gift wrapped item. You look up at him with an adoring look, honestly not expecting anything too grand for your birthday. He barely gets to open his mouth before you get ahead of yourself. “Yeonjun…”

The patterned paper hides a box, not too big that he hides behind it, but not too small that his hands completely cover it. It’s now in your hands and you can’t help but bite your lower lip out of anticipation.

“Open it!” You’re easy to talk to, so you do as he says. You’re shocked because not only did he get you the very expensive thing you wanted, the box is filled with other individually packed little things for you. You were frozen in place.

He preens, giggling at your reaction, enough for you to snap out of your trance. You abruptly stand up, mindlessly shoving the box on your desk, kissing his face while thanking him repeatedly. “I love you. Nothing but the best, for the best.”

SOOBIN handwrites you a letter. And something else.

The gesture he does goes a long way, especially if you’re a very sentimental person. He would give you a handwritten letter, everything he wants to express to you in three papers filled back-to-back with beautiful words. He tells you that the three pages weren’t enough for him, but was worried you’d get tired of reading. You probably wouldn’t.

After you carefully fold the letter and place it back into the white envelope embellished with your name at the back and a little Pokémon sticker to seal it, you turn in your seat to face Soobin again. He mustn’t have heard you shift since he’s stuffing his face with your birthday cake, not realizing you’re finally looking at him. He munches to himself and it takes him about two whole minutes to notice. Slowly giving you an unintentional side eye, he’s surprised to catch your own.

“What are you...? Oh! You finished the letter. What d’you think?” The affection he’s showered in says enough, but Soobin’s still hiding another gift behind him. He tries to get you off him for a moment and you complain that it’s too early to stop appreciating him.

“Wait! Before we continue, I have one last gift. Close your eyes and put out your hands.”

You, although suspicious, oblige. The thing he drops into your hands feels like it's in a small mesh pouch with something that has the slightest weight to it inside. He tells you to open your eyes.

“I know you like keychains, so I got you one of me!” You look up at his real face, blinking. “Now, I’ll be wherever you go.” He continued.

You supposed the thought was sweet…

You feel like BEOMGYU's courting you all over again with his guitar skills.

He's naturally a very playful person, but when it comes to important occasions— especially yours— he can and will take them super seriously. Being his other half meant that he knows your likes and dislikes, including your favorite song. Ever since you’d told him, he started learning the chords of the tune on his acoustic guitar to a T. He was so excited to finally play it to you, and get you to cry. Half-kidding, of course…

Beomgyu pulls you out onto the garden rooftop with the sun setting in the background. It’s perfect, the both of you think to yourselves and Beomgyu gives himself a mental pat of the back. A chair designated for you awaits in the middle and you make a beeline to it, not noticing Beomgyu suddenly going missing; the moment you do is when you’re settled. And in the same second, you hear a familiar intro on the strings. You gasp, looking for the source of the melody.

“Is that—?”

You’re impressed with the way he walks from behind you, to your right, and lastly in front of you all while strumming the song’s intro. He gives you a homey smile, and from your seat, you feel the warmth emitting from it engulf you. “Happy birthday. I’ve learned this song ever since you told me you loved it.”

He gets past the intro, singing and playing the song so beautifully, and you’re left wondering how in the world you were so lucky to have him in your life.

Beomgyu got what he wanted, you were in tears by the end of it.

TAEHYUN isn't big with words, but his actions speak louder.

Among the members, he would realistically be the only one to take you out on a proper date on your special day. Not to say that the others’ actions aren’t thoughtful, he’d just want to spend some quality time while spoiling you. A little change of pace and environment. He wouldn’t be one to give you a long sappy message, but he’ll show you how much you mean to him through his actions.

Taehyun has heard you talk about this restaurant in passing before, mentioning how your friends thought you’d enjoy the food a lot, but weren’t able to as you have a certain budget for a night out. He didn’t tell you where he was taking you, just to dress nicely, so it was safe to say you were surprised to hear the name of the place when a waiter greeted you both. The moment you sat down at your reserved table, you couldn’t help your string of questions.

“I— how’d you know I’ve wanted to try it here? How’d you get a table? I couldn’t possibly let you pay for the bill!”

He chuckles at your shock, holding your hand across the table, effectively pulling you back down to the ground. “Calm down, babe, we just got here. Don’t worry about the bill, it is your birthday, after all.”

You wanted to protest again, but he pulls the “ah, ah, ah!” card when he sees your mouth open again, so you ultimately let him go on with his plans to treat you. “Thank you. This is perfect.”

Little did you know, he has a little surprise in his back pocket; it’s the necklace you eyed during your last date, with his and your initials carved at the back of the little pendant.

(“Kang Taehyun, you did not!”

“Oh but for you, I always will.”)

HUENINGKAI is soft for you, just like the plushie he got you.

He's out in the mall the day before your birthday to find a gift for you; he’s been pacing around the mall, worried that you might not like whatever he’ll get you. Poor Kai just wants to get you something perfect. Ultimately, after the most stressful hour of his entire life, he steps into a cute little store with the most adorable trinkets and plushies.

Something I can work with, Hueningkai tells himself while looking around diligently. His pacing is a little slower than earlier, his nervousness dissolving with every step. After a little bit, he stops in his tracks when he spots the cutest thing he has ever seen in his life and it immediately reminds him of you. He hit the jackpot.

The only thoughts going through his head as he walks to the counter are about what you’d think about the gift, how you’d react, what you’d do. This precious boy is so in love with you, please never break his heart.

Kai, out of question, would be the first to wish you a happy birthday. He came over to your’s an hour before, doing his best attempt at hiding his gifts from you. You noticed, but didn’t have the heart to tell him. Eventually, after hanging out a bit, he excuses himself to “go to the restroom” at around 11:57 P.M. In reality, he goes straight to your kitchen to light the candles and turn off the main living room lights. As he’s singing to you at exactly midnight, carefully bringing you the cake he got, you admire the way the candlelights illuminate his face. He’s ethereal. “Make a wish!”

You blow out the fire. He rushes to turn on the lights again and comes back with a poorly, yet endearingly, wrapped plushie.

Your face lights up when you finally see it, hugging it tightly. “Wah, it’s so cute! Thank you, Hueningie, I love it; I love you!” He sighs in relief, feeling silly for worrying so much.

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staytinyville · 6 months

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Beomgyu

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↣ Summary: You’re the glue who keeps the boys all together. And maybe the one who fancies Beomgyu just a bit more than the others.

↣ Characters/Pairing: Choi Beomgyu x gn!reader

↣ Genre: fluff

↣ AU/Trope info: 6th member!au, idol!au

↣ Word Count: 1.085k

↣ Warnings: None

↣ A/N: Beomgyu is chaotic but we are here for him. I will be honest some self insert was shoved in here and idk maybe that’s not how Beomgyu acts but it is how I am. I share the same MBTI as him and honestly I wouldn’t be surprised if a lot of people get overwhelmed with him and tend to lash out. I get that a lot of the time and it does make me upset. But that’s just what I think. Maybe it’s not how he is and is quite content. I hope he is.

TEMPERANCE

Balance, Moderation, Patience, Purpose

This card shows that you have balance, patience and moderation in your life. Your energy has been running free but now it is time to bring it back into you. You must get a hold on it once more.

You are the kind of person who understands what it's like to be open minded with what others have to say. And because of this now is the time to use it if you are dealing with two different sides of a story.

You are also at a point where you would need to act with a calm and even mind. Be sure you stay calm even in a time of stress. Because what you show others, they might just show back.

XVI TEMPERANCE

You could remember the first time you had ever met all the boys. They were chaotic and had their own feelings towards each other that weren’t the best. However over time you got them to loosen up and now they couldn’t live without each other.

You were their mediator–the one who made sure all their fights were resolved and there were no hard feelings. Sometimes arguments were harder to fix than others, but you always wanted them to make up. Mostly because you guys all lived together so it was best to fix your problems than let them fester in your own personal space.

While fights were few and far between, there were still those petty ones that only lasted for one conversation before they were back to poking fun at each other. In these cases, most of the time they were between Beomgyu and Yeonjun. You loved both of them but they clashed so much. You had no idea why but it probably had to do with the fact that Beomgyu was a chaotic boy and Yeonjun had thin patience.

They still loved each other though and that was all you tried to care about.

“I told you it had my name on it!” You squeezed your eyes shut at the sound of Yeonjun’s annoyed voice.

“No it didn't!” Beomgyu retorted back. “Look!”

“Beomgyu! It's right there.” Yeonjun retorted.

“How do you expect me to see it when you wrote it in the same color!?” You got up when Beomgyu shouted.

“Guys!” You told them pointedly walking into the kitchen. “Stop screaming.”

“(Y/N)—”

“But (Y/N)—”

“Stop.” You raised a finger, watching as they both began to pout. “What happened?” You asked them.

“He ate my yogurt.” Yeonjun told you.

“I did.” Beomgyu admitted. “But I didn't see his name on it.”

You held your hand out for the cup, trying to find where it was that Yeonjun had put his name. While you did find it, Beomgyu had been right to say that it was hard to see. He had used a red marker on a red label.

While you knew Beomgyu should've thought for a moment that if he didn’t buy it, it wasn’t meant for him. However there were occasions the boys would buy things and share with the others so the possibility of eating something meant for all of them was there this time it wasn’t the case.

“Yeonjun, you did write it in the same color.” You told the boy, handing him the cup. “Soobin could've eaten it.”

“You're just taking his side.” Yeonjun pouted.

“Yeonjun, don't argue with me.” You told him with a stern look. “It wasn't intentional. Beomgyu will buy you another yogurt.” You looked over at the other boy who avoided your stare.

Yeonjun watched as you waited for Beomgyu to look up at you and acknowledge your agreement. While they all knew about how you babied the boy a bit too much, they also knew you were the only one who he listened to.

You had always known how to settle arguments and how to make them all get along. You were someone who held them all together. The shoulder they needed to lean on. Especially when Beomgyu overwhelmed them.

While Soobin was the leader of all 6 of you, it was clear you were the motherly type. You always worried about them–telling them to be careful when they left the house, asking where they were going just in case something happened. You weren’t over bearing but it did bring them happiness to know that someone was at the dorm making sure they were healthy boys.

It also assured their parents.

“Fine.” Yeonjun sighed. “I'm sorry for yelling at you.” He told Beomgyu .

“I'm sorry for eating your yogurt.” The boy said back.

“Good!” You grinned. “Now hug!”

They looked at you with sneers on their faces. “Too much.” You rolled your eyes. “I want a hug though!” You held your arms out waiting for the large boys to cuddle you.

Yeonjun scoffed but wrapped his arms around your middle before kissing the top of your head. “Love you.” He told you before leaving the kitchen.

“Love you too.” You called with a smile.

When you turned around, your breath was nearly knocked out of you as Beomgyu was crouched down and rubbing his cheek into your chest. “Hi, Gyu.” You giggled, messaging his scalp.

“Can we cuddle?” He asked shyly.

“Are you okay?” You asked him, pulling his face to look at you.

“Yeah, I just feel tired.” He sighed, his cheeks squished between your hands.

You smiled softly, nodding your head. You knew what it was like to suddenly feel anxious over being scolded, especially when being yelled at. Beomgyu was a soft boy who got sad easily. So maybe that's why you paid a bit more attention to him than others. You knew his personality was a bit too much for others which led to being scolded a lot and that made him shrink in on himself.

He just needed someone with patience and luckily you had a lot of that.

“Let's go watch some dramas.” You smiled at him.

He grinned widely before skipping off to your room. You shared it with Soobin but seeing as he was currently out, Beomgyu took the time to cuddle with you in a sacred space. He grabbed your laptop and started to set it up before you made your way into bed and huddled up at the headboard.

Like a small child, Beomgyu enjoyed being the small spoon so he laid his head on your shoulder and placed a leg over your waist. For a large man he was extra cuddly but that was okay, if he wanted to be babied you would do that for him.

“I love you, (Y/N).” He spoke up, cheek squished against you.

“I love you too, Beomgyu.” You chuckled, kissing the top of his head.

“More than the others?” He grinned, looking up at you.

“Don’t ask me that.” You lightly swatted at his head.

“Sorry.” He cackled. “But seriously?” He added, going back to squishing against you.

“No, I don't love you more than the others. I love you all equally.” You admitted. “But maybe I just like babying you a bit more.” You smiled softly.

“I'm the best.” He giggled quietly.

“No, you just need someone watching you 24/7.” You laughed.

“I do not.” He gasped.

“Hush now, lay on my chest.”

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Becoming Friends ~ *Choi Beomgyu*

Summary: You feel completely out of place at this royal masquerade ball. However, you meet someone who seems just out of place as you. Perhaps he'd like to be friends with you...?

Pairing: Choi Beomgyu X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 1202

Warning: Alcohol consumption, dropping glass, mentions marriage

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Taglist: @foxwinter @rai-scutum

This was your first time at a masquerade ball and you already felt so out of place. You’ve never really had the time to put your knowledge of dancing or court etiquette to the test, at least not outside of your tutoring sessions. Being the heir to your Queendom, you were far more concerned with keeping up with the other nations than worrying about something so trivial like dancing.

However, the citizens were growing restless with rumors of your mother stepping down as Queen and that you weren’t prepared in the slightest to fill the role. The talk around town was that people thought it would be better if you took the throne with someone at your side to keep the place from falling into ruins.

So, your mother decided to throw a masquerade, in an attempt to appease your people and give them the assumption you were looking for a suitor without you actually having to find one. Your mother was quite adamant that you didn’t need to ascend the throne with a spouse by your side and she’d be proud of you if you took on the job alone. However, you didn’t want to disappoint your people, which made you come to the conclusion that you would meet people you thought were a good fit for your country and make friends before deciding anything like marriage.

However, as previously mentioned, you felt so out of place in this big, glittering ballroom. Everything was so lavish and formal, and you felt like you were pretending to be someone you weren’t. It was odd that you felt more comfortable in a conference room than you did in a ballroom.

A couple of people had already asked you to dance, and it wasn’t too hard to find the right steps to the dances. However you were so stiff and anxious, afraid you were going to make a fool out of yourself, which didn’t make you a good partner to sashay around the floor with. It wasn’t surprising when you found yourself near the back of the ballroom like a wallflower, nursing a flute of champagne and making a face every time you took a sip. You really weren’t a fan of alcohol.

Despite the fear and nerves that were gnawing on your sanity, you did love watching other people have fun. The beautiful ball gowns that swirled around the floor and caught the light of the chandeliers, and the suits that were so finely tailored made them all look like dolls. All of the masks that held an air of secrecy and flirtation as they zipped past you made you blush. It was at least a perfect night to revel in other people’s joy.

“Not much for parties?” A voice cut into your thoughts, causing you to accidentally drop your champagne flute. It shattered and some of the champagne that was left inside splashed the bottom of your dress.

Instantly, the man apologized and he started to pick up glass shards. “Oh my goodness, I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you that bad! Please, let me make it up to you! I really am so sorry!”

You shook your head, stooping down to help him out. “No, it’s quite alright. I was just so caught up in my thoughts I didn’t see you. I’m not usually this jumpy, I promise! I apologize for the mess I created.”

“Don’t be sorry.” He assured you. You both went to reach for the last piece of glass and his gloved hand touched your own. You suppressed your gasp, which gave him the opportunity to snag it away and stand up.

Flagging down a waiter, he gently passed on the glass shards carefully and informed him of the mess. The waiter nodded and said he would clean it up right away. You let the stranger take your hand to direct you away from the rest of the glass on the floor before giving a proper bow over your hand.

“Forgive me for the improper introduction, but my name is Choi Beomgyu and it’s a pleasure to meet you, Your Highness.” He said.

“You know me?” You knew it was bad manners to not acknowledge his introduction, but you were surprised that he could guess who you were behind the mask. You would have never guessed he was Prince Beomgyu if he didn’t introduce himself to you.

He chuckled as he nodded. “I’m afraid I’m pretty well versed in nobility symbolism. The jewels in your tiara gave it away. I hope I didn’t offend.”

Shaking your head, you replied. “Not at all. Just stunned, which appears to be an easy thing to do to me. Nevertheless, it certainly is a pleasure to meet you, Your Highness.”

“I must say, I’m both surprised and happy it’s still a pleasure to meet me after I made you spill your drink and ruin your dress.” He gave a slight chuckle, but you could see his cheeks were flushed pink, a sign he had been drinking tonight.

You also gave a short laugh before adding, “Then I must confess I’m not much of a champagne drinker. So you have saved me from a night of drinking it.”

“Then I am happy to be of service to you, Your Highness.” He bowed in a more grandiose way before saying, “If Your Highness doesn’t mind, would you do me the honor of joining me in this next dance?”

With a blush, you took his hand and said, “Only if you don’t mind that I’m an absolutely terrible dancer.”

“Not at all.” You almost didn’t catch his wink behind his mask.

A waltz began and at first, you were stiff and nervous. However, he gently led you through the dance and whispered in your ear for you to relax. Before too long, you started to melt both into his arms and into the dance. Everything became so much easier as he smiled warmly at you and whispered sweet nothings to you every so often. You started to feel at ease with him and before you knew it, you had already danced with him three times in a row.

Taking a break from dancing, you took a glass of punch this time as he took some more champagne. Smiling at you, he said, “See? You’re not half as bad of a dancer as you say you are.”

“It’s all because I had a wonderful partner to guide me through it.” You answered, hiding your blushing cheeks behind your drink.

His turned pink, though this time it was from your bold flirting. “Ah, thank you, Your Highness. It was a pleasure.”

You shook your head gently. “Please, call me Y/n.”

With a nod, he added. “Then you must call me Beomgyu, if we’re going to be friends.”

It was exactly what you told your mother. You were going to find friends in the crowd of attendees, and here you were becoming friends with Prince Choi Beomgyu. But the fluttering of your heart suggested this might be something more. Nevertheless, you smiled and raised your glass of punch in celebration. He clicked his flute to yours with a chuckle.

“To becoming friends!”

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ch. lxxxviii - this might not end well for us

wooyoung × reader, ??? × reader

buy me coffee ?

in a school filled with the affluent, it would only make sense for birds of a feather to flock. but what if your new status doesn't immediately buy you a way into said flock? what if instead, it bought you sure rejection? to the rich and powerful, having different masks is a must. despite some people knowing your true self and your secrets

Your heart was beating as if it was trying to break out of your chest.

Seeing people gathering around the room was crazy. The principal's office wasn't that big but it was accommodating. There were only fourteen people around; you, your five friends, and wooyoung and his friends. You don't know whether you were grateful that parents aren't around, they were all hauled somewhere else to talk to the principal about the issue. From the expression of the parents you saw walk past, you could only assume that things are worse than you thought.

You were standing between Beomgyu and Soobin, next to the door of the office, you were holding onto their hands out of nerves and they reciprocated; Soobin ran his thumb on the back of your hand as Beomgyu intertwined his fingers with yours. "I'm scared," you mumbled lowly as your eyes scanned the people in the room, hoping no one heard you. Soobin looked at you for a second, squeezing your hand to make you look at him, "Honestly?" he started before he nudged his head lightly with yours, "Me too," he confessed. You smiled gratefully at him, it felt good knowing that you weren't the only one scared then.

Jongho scoffed and crossed his arms in front of his chest, "Can't you both reel it in? Do you need to be all touchy touchy in the principal's office?" He said, rolling his eyes at you.

At the sound of his voice, Soobin straightened up as the smile melted off his face, replaced by a menacing glare aimed at Jongho. "Mind your own business," he hissed.

That seemed to tick Jongho the wrong way because he immediately pushed Soobin harshly making him tumble and bump into you. You yelped but luckily Beomgyu was there to help stabilize you. The sound of your voice allerted and caught the attention of everyone in the room. People stood tensely, waiting for any one of them to do something. It wasn't like anyone was going to prevent any of you from completely eviscerating the other.

Jogho made the first move, he grabbed Soobin by the collar tightly, pulling him closer so they were face to face with each other. "YOU should've minded your own business, you and your friends there. Had you guys mind your own shit, we wouldn't be in this mess!" Jongho said through gritted teeth, obviously angry. Soobin pushed Jongho backwards harshly, making him bump into a couch behind him, "Neither me or my friends posted that online." Hongjoong stepped up from behind Jongho, cockily stepping up to Soobin, "Oh yeah? And... You think somebody random just magically have all those files and out of nowhere just decided to post them?" He asked, clearly not believing Soobin's words. "Because," Beomgyu stepped out so that you were covered by him and Soobin, "Unlike you dumbasses who couldn't even have the decency to be the overbearing heirs who can't even open a ketchup bottle without calling their buttlers much less do their own homeworks, we actually have other things to deal with than planning for your demise." It was utter bullshit actually because you know just how much time you guys spent thinking about finally putting your former friends in their place.

Your eyes scanned the room to see your friends squaring up to the obviously larger number of people from the other group. But much to your surprise, Wooyoung was still sitting on one of the couches, face stoic with his gaze moving to whoever was speaking. Despite his hard expression, you saw how his finger picked at hos thumb, a habit from his childhood that only reappeared when he's about to get scolded like a child. It was obvious that he was nervous and you don't know if you were the only one who noticed it in the room.

On the contrary, Yeosang was looking rather calm on the other side of the room. He was leaning on the wall, watching everyone, keeping his distance. You don't know what he was thinking about and it made you uncomfortable. Maybe it was because you haven't spent much time with him personally, understanding him and his personality, or maybe it's because you're so used to expressive people (bastards) like Wooyoung, Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Kai, and heck even Taehyun when he wants to. That's why when he said that he's Kyle, you honestly still doubt it. Why wouldn't you? It was just too ridiculous to believe yet ridiculous enough to be believable.

When you snapped back from your observation, you noticed that your friends and Wooyoung's friends (minus Wooyoung himself and Yeosang) were at each other's throats, arguing and accusing each other. Well, your six former friends accusing your current friends and you while you six stood in defence. Beomgyu and Soobin had completely left your sides, the spot where Beomgyu stood was replaced by Kai who by now look more like a guard dog than your friend.

"You're just being short," Yeonjun scoffed, pushing Hongjoong on his shoulder. Hongjoong slapped Yeonjun's hand away and pushed him back on his shoulder, "What the fuck is my height supposed to do with anything?" "You're tiny, make sense that your brain don't hold much brain cells that's why you sound so stupid right now," the taller smirked. Hongjoong was about to lunge forward but Seonghwa had held him back, not wanting to cause a new issue.

"Just fucking admit you guys did it," Yunho said, exhaling sharply as he stood in front of Hongjoong, sizing Yeonjun up, "Your argument don't even make sense, man. Just own up to it so I can punch you in the face and be justified." You've never heard Yunho talking like that and it was unnerving. Truly, you hated how foreign those six people has become to you. But on a positive note, San seemed to have learned his lesson and just kept his mouth silent the whole time. Sure, he would still follow along to what his friends were doing like standing up, going face to face to whoever was closer, agreeing to some of the things his friends were saying or scoffing at whatever he disagreed on. You were not sure as to why San was mostly silent but one thing you can confirm is that he had been looking at you warily and shifting his eyes whenever someone mentioned the NDA leaking. seemed like he still hadn't realized that the people he blabbed to were the people involved in the issue in the first place. It might sound mean and borderline cruel, but it's fun seeing him all squirrelly for a change.

Kai pulled you closer to him as he answered Yunho, "Well, why the fuck would we publish all of that and risk looking a schmuck for helping rich bastards like you cheat and succeeding in life when we have been planning on silencing you in a far more effective way?" he spat, smirking at Yunho who raised an eyebrow at him. Slowly, he crossed his arms over his chest before answering Kai, "First of all, you're rich too, little boy. Your family is rich in three countries and you and your sisters each have trust funds that could save the starvation and water issue in Africa. Twice," he pointed out, smirking as if he had just sent a devastating blow to Kai. Spoiler alert, he didn't. "And second of all, what do you mean by silencing us?" Yunho added. Beomgyu exaggeratedly pretended to sob and wipe a tear from his eyes, slow clapping as he spoke, "Finally, they ask a logical question," which wasn't accepted well by the opposite parties.

Yeonjun reached into his bag and procured a stack of papers, dropping it on the table near them, "We recently came upon evidence of our initial case that you all have been cheating with your grades and achievements, something we weren't able to prove before. In addition, we knew that one of you fucked up and blabbed to three parties which is obviously a breach of the NDA which also means that technically speaking, the school is allowed to reopen the case, resume the investigation, release public statements, release the evidence and the investigation itself to the public, and bring your sorry asses to the ground so quick your ancestors could feel the impact." But because we're so damn nice and because our parents know each other, we decided that we would be willing to keep silent only if you agree to our terms and conditions." Kai and Beomgyu were trying to hold in their laughters at the sight of the others' dumbfounded expression. Mingi pushed past his friends to grab the papers Yeonjun threw on the couch. He looked frantic with his shaky eyes scanning the pages and his hands trembling. You can't deny that out of all of them, Mingi is the one who had most to lose. Knowing his mom, she would most likely send him away if people found out what was happening behind the scenes. He'd be sent away either in a body bag or to a monastery of some sort, being stripped off of his inheritance and cushy life in favour of being closer to the earth either way. "But because we're so damn nice and because our parents know each other, we decided that we would be willing to keep silent only if you agree to our terms and conditions," Yeonjun added.

Soon, everyone crowd around Mingi to see what it is on the papers exactly. They were all so focused and so panicked, you could hear the gears whirring in their heads.

"If you were about to blackmail us," Jongho started but was cut off by Taehyun, "Silencing you loud fuckers," he corrected. Jongho sent a glare to Taehyun but decided not to say anything to him directly, "Why the fuck do you need to release the files to the public? What the fuck could that have done for you all? Don't you nitwits know that because of what you did, this stupid second NDA is now invalid?" he scoffed.

His condescending accusation seemed to made your blood boil. You couldn't help but to finally open your mouth and say something. "For the love of god, we didn't post anything! Who the fuck are you calling nitwits when you can't even understand that the papers in Mingi's hands is proof that there is no way we could have posted that online because we have our own plan! A plan that would allow you abusive ninnies off so easily and still succeed in life however the fuck you define success is!" Without missing a beat, Seonghwa challenged you in a voice that is louder than yours to establish dominance. "Well then, who else could have done this if not one of you vindictive losers?"

"I did."

All heads and eyes shot to the person whom everyone least expected.

"Yeosang, what?" Hongjoong asked, confused. Yeosang detached himself from the wall and simply shrugged, "I... Posted the whole thing online, I did it," he said, momentarily glancing at you to see the clear shock on your face before looking straight back at Hongjoong. "If this is a joke, it's not funny man," San hissed, gaze hardening at his friend. Yeosang sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, "I'm not joking, I really did it," he then pulled his phone to show the account he used to make the post, "See? I'm being dead serious."

No one knew how to react. Once again, the room was filled with silence and confusion. From your group's side, neither one of your friends expected Yeosang to be the one who fucked himself and his friends over, to them, the mere idea was laughable because it was truly beyond anyone's imagination. But to you, this may be an indisputable proof that he really is Kyle but even so, you don't know how to feel about it. Wooyoung, on the other hand, looked conflicted. Thoughts were running around in his head, mostly centering on not believing that Yeosang would actually do what he did but of course, he was mistaken greatly. But also, he was thinking about how brave Yeosang was being. Sure, it was beyond stupid and very reckless as his action could ruin not only them but their families, but he can't deny that it was a pure act of selfishness, something that none of them could ever imagine doing because of the pressure that their families have been putting on them all this time. Something Wooyoung have been wanting to do but he couldn't. Mostly because he himself think he's a spineless coward to his family but also he can't just risk being careless over something miniscule.

At that moment, Wooyoung was oddly jealous of Yeosang.

Mingi lunged and grabbed Yeosang by his collars, slamming him to the wall, "What the fuck were you thinking you selfish bastard!? Were you trying to ruin us!? Are you incapable of thinking about anything other than yourself!? My mom will kill me! My family will disown me, you fuck!" he was about to punch Yeosang in the face when Seonghwa and Yunho pulled him back and away, pushing Yeosang onto the ground in the process. Yeosang knew that the gesture was symbolic, that as of that moment, he was kicked out of their little group. But he couldn't care less, it wasn't his loss.

As his (now former) friends calmed Mingi down, Yeosang was surprised when he saw an outstretched hand in front of him. You don't know when it happened, but Soobin had went over to help Yeosang up on his feet. Usually, Yeosang's ego wouldn't let him receive help from his 'sworn enemy', But he graciously accepted the help and even said thank you to Soobin. While looking at him. It was a big improvement.

Fortunately, before anyone could say or do anything more, the door of the office was opened and the principal stood with your and everyone else's parents. You could only see a couple pairs behind the principal but from their expression, you can only assume that your parents and your friends' parents are calm or even not worried while Wooyoung's and his friends's parents looked like they were damn near on spontaneously combusting.

"Students, I'm glad that you all are here. Please follow me with your parents, we are going to discuss the proceeding one by one," the principal said with a firm smile.

Slowly, everyone walked out; Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, San, Mingi, and Jongho first, followed by Beomgyu, Taehyun, Yeonjun, Soobin and Kai who were waiting for you outside the door. All that's left were Yeosang, you and Wooyoung in the room.

Yeosang stopped in front of you, seeking your eyes. You looked at him and offered a small smile which caused him to do the same. His smile dropped and eyes widened however when he looked down and saw that you had grabbed his hand in one of yours. "You were nuts," you said, making him chuckle as that was not what he thought you would've said. "Well, I did it for myself. What me and the others did were wrong and I guess I thought that was the only way I could get rid of the guilt that has been weighing on me," he shrugged. You nodded and tilted your head, "And how do you feel now?" you asked, genuinely curious. Yeosang took a moment to think about what he was actually feeling at that moment. You never been through what he went through, betraying your friends in secret because you felt the need to be punished, so you would be lying if you say you didn't want to know what kind of thoughts were in his mind. "Honestly?" he let out a long exhale, "Like I just dropped the biggest deuce in the history of deuces," he smirked teasingly. You rolled your eyes as you failed to hide the growing grin on your face. You simply smacked him on the arm, calling him stupid as you wordlessly gestured for him to go first as you walked behind him,

With Wooyoung left in the room, you hesitated but you stopped by the doorway to give him one last glance. Wooyoung seemed to want to say something but as per usual, his stubbornness was preventing him to be a decent human being. "You said you're willing to make sacrifices to prove yourself so we can be friends again," your voice snapped Wooyoung from his headspace as he stared at you like a deer in head lights, "When will you realize that what you needed to do was to finally do something that's simply for yourself?" you asked, looking at him with pity in your eyes. His mouth opened and closed, not knowing what to say as he didn't even think that you'd acknowledge his presence. You waited but it was apparent that he was struggling. With a sigh, you sent a pitiful smile to him, in hopes he can understand that you were being genuine and you really do wanted the best for him no matter what happened in the past between you two. "I hope you can do what's right, Wooyoung. Whatever 'right' might be, I wish you can take the leap and stop living like such a pushover," and with that, you walked out and left him in the room alone.

Wooyoung felt his heart skipped a beat. Your words was like a calling to him. It was the encouragement he needed. He was scared, but he knew you were right.

As he watch you walk out the door to join your friends and parents outside, he finally made a decision.

He knew what to do.

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[!] this is for the 500 followers mini fics. click here to find out more! ✿ pairing: beomgyu x reader / college!au / non.idol!au / fluff / 433 words ✿ disclaimers: curse words (none with ill intention!) ✿ request: “let’s go somewhere, just you and me.” + beomgyu [main masterlist 🌸] / [event masterlist] / [tag: #qqtxt: 500] / @kflixnet ✨

the atmosphere shifts constantly between being loud and quiet; the highs and lows of what a party encompasses, it can sometimes get overwhelming. to you, to beomgyu, as long as he had you by his side, he didn’t quite mind whatever that’s thrown his way. except for a pair of boxers that seems to be flying to his face that he manages to catch and–”yah! what the hell is a meundies? we only support calvin klein here!”

he’s quick to yeet that pair of boxers to the direction in which it came from. soon, however, he’s being directed to the sound of laughter that rings into his ears like the sweet melody that contrasts the loud bass filling the room. then, it’s the way your hand fits in his to give him a small squeeze and he doesn’t allow you to pull your hand back; quickly lacing the fingers between your own to keep you captive.

he lets you dive back into the conversation with the people around you. though, it’s short-lived when he’s finished his drink and all he wants to do is drink in your presence to himself.

selfish, but at least he’s honest.

just as your conversation die down a little, he gives you a small nudge. turning the cheek with a raised brow, he leans in to put his lips by your ear, dipping down just so only you can hear what he has to say.

“let’s go somewhere,” he murmurs, “just you and me.”

he straightens his back to peek at your expression. his heart swells at the way you’re already excited at the thought but the way you glance to yeonjun standing in front of you has the latter widening his eyes innocently.

“what? do i have something on my face?”

“yeah,” beomgyu’s quick to intercept, “the look of a lonely old man.”

yeonjun’s brows furrow almost immediately, but he only puts the two and two together when beomgyu collects your empty cup and his combined, shoving it into yeonjun’s hand before he pulls you away to follow his lead. with a cheeky laugh coming from beomgyu and a squeal of surprise from you, yeonjun only blinks a couple of times at the sight of nothingness greeting him.

“i need better friends,” yeonjun grumbles, about to make his way to the nearest trash can but–”i’m sorry, jun! i’ll treat you boba tomorrow!” he hears your voice yelling to him before beomgyu inevitably steals you away. he manages to smile as he shakes his head, now saying under his breath: “okay, just need to replace one friend, then.”

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BK SJY CH.4

Pairing: dog hybrid!Jake x black fem! reader

Genre: hybrid au; best friends to lovers au; fluff, angst, crack

Ch. Warnings: angst is continued, profanity

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A week later…

Yn and Jake hadn’t talked and everybody knew. The two weren’t acting the same and neither of their parents had seen the other at their homes.

“Yn take this over to jakes mom” Yn’s mom says making the girl groan

“Why?” Yn asks

“Why? Because I said so! Now stop acting weird and take this too her!” Her mother says making the girl sigh

She takes the bowl set and she was out the door. She walks across the street not seeing Jakes moms car. She takes the key out the mail box unlocking the door before stepping inside.

She looks at the couch where jakes brother Christian sat on the couch with his friend. Surprise to see the girl he stands up

“Sup Yn” he says hugging her

“Hey Chris, your mom here?” Yn asks

“No she went to drop dad off at the airport but jakes in his room” he says

“Well im not here for Jake. My mom used your containers and told me to drop them back off” she says putting the bowls on the counter

Before Christian could say anything jake came down the stairs seeing her. His heart leaped at the sight of her.

She stood in his kitchen wearing a pair of shorts, one of his hoodies, and pair of flip flops. He hadn’t seen her in a week.

“Yn?”

She turns her head in his direction sighing and rolling her eyes.

“I’ll see you later Christian” Yn says

“Yn wait! Talk to me please” he says in a sad tone

“Talk to him. I’m tired of him mopping around” Christian mumbles

Yn groans before walking towards the stairs. Jake turns around walking up the stairs to his room looking back every so often to make sure Yn was still following him.

Once they reach his room jake closes the door before falling into Yn’s arms sobbing softly

“Cocoa please I’m sorry. Talk to me please” Jake begges

“Jake get up please” Yn says helping the boy to his feet

“I didn’t mean to hurt you cocoa I swear! C-Cassidy needed my help” Jake says

“It’s fine Jake. I just wanted you to let me know you got home safe but you were with your new friend. It seems like she has you a little bit distracted” Yn says mumbling the last part

“Distracted? What is your problem with Cassidy?” Jake asks wiping his tears

“Jake I have a really bad feeling about this girl. Something’s off about her” Yn admits sighing

“Off about her? Is there something off about her or are you jealous of her?” Jake asks

“Jealous? Why would I be jealous of her?” Yn asks knowing good and well that she was jealous

“Because she’s my new friend! Besides you and Taehyun I don’t have anybody else! You don’t want me to have any other friends!” Jake says angrily

“What? No Jake, that’s not it at all” Yn says squinting in confusion

“It is! And it’s not fucking fair! You have mailk, Kamiah, and chaewon! Taehyun has beomgyu! Who do I have besides you? Nobody! Your being selfish” Jake says surpassing yn

Never had he talked to her life that. Yn didn’t noticed the tears falling from her eyes until one hit her chest.

“Wow, I wasn’t trying to be selfish I was trying to have your best interest at heart but I get called selfish? I’m looking out for you! Like I always do!” Yn says stepping to him

“I never asked you to look out for me! I can look out for myself!” Jake shouts

“You don’t have to ask! It’s something I do as your bestfriend! I’m looking out for you right now!” Yn screams back

“Being jealous of my new friend isn’t looking out for me Yn!” Jake shouts

“Jake I’m telling you. She’s using you for something I can tell! I know girls like her” Yn says lowering her voice

“What could she possibly use me for Yn? Your so jealous your making things up! You don’t know anything about Cassidy” Jake says

“Making things up!? When have I ever made anything up to? Why are you bending over backwards to defend some chick you just met?” Yn asks putting a hand on her hip

“B-because I like her!” Jake shouts. It gets quiet as Yn’s heart drops to her stomach

“Pup, you don’t even know her” Yn says walking closer to Jake only for him to take a step back.

“As my bestfriend you should support that I like her. I can’t stand you with Mailk but I’ve been supportive your whole fucked up relationship” Jake says

It felt like a ton of bricks had fell onto Yn. Why was he just now saying something if he felt this way.

“Your fighting so hard for this girl, I hope she’s worth losing your best friend” Yn says pointing out their friendship hoping Jake would come to his senses and make her feel better

“Maybe she is” Jake says break Yn’s heart. She placed a hand on her chest. Her breathing got quicker as the thought of losing Jake period crossed her mind

“F-fine. I hope it works out between you too” Yn says

Jakes says nothing as he turns his back towards her. Only when he heard something hit the floor did he turn around. He look down at his floor seeing his hoodie and the bracelet he had made Yn so many years ago.

“Bye Jake” she says before going to the door

“Cocoa wait I didn’t mean-“ Jake starts but is cut of by his door slamming

He walks over to the window watching as Yn got into her house safely. He sighs sobbing again

Was he wrong?

Were they both being dramatic?

He picks up the phone dialing Taehyun who didn’t answer. He sighs and ponders for a moment before calling Cassidy

“Jakie? Are you crying? What’s the matter?!” She asks

“M-me and Cocoa got into a fight” he says sniffling

“Who?” Cassidy asks, already knowing who

“Yn! Yn my bestfriend” he says wiping his tears

“I’m sorry to hear that Jake”

No she wasn’t.

“I-I fucked up! She might not talk to me ever again!” Jake says as his sniffles turn into sobs

Cassidy sighs angrily. Bestfriends fight all the time. Why the hell was he crying about his?

“Jake it’s okay, want me to come over?” She asks

Jake pauses for a moment before he nods as if Cassidy could see him

“Please?” He asks

“Okay, I’m on my way!” She says before hanging up

Christian comes into the room shaking his head

“What?” Jake asks

“You just got into it with your bestfriend about this chick and you invite her over? What is wrong with you!?” Christian asks

“I need someone right now! I don’t need you nagging me about my choices. Yn basically told me she doesn’t want to be friends anymore” Jake says rubbing his eyes

“No, YOU basically told her that this girl is more important than her. If I was her I’d leave too. Don’t mess up to bad Jake” he says walking to the door

“What’s the suppose to mean?” Jake asks

Christian doesn’t say anything. He just shakes his head before closing the door

Yn sat on her bed explaining everything that just happened an hour ago to mailk who stood at the end of her bed with an irritating look.

“He likes her! He told me likes her! He doesn’t even know her!” Yn says

“Why do you even give a fuck?” Mailk ssk causing Yn to look him up and down

“Excuse me?” She ask

“Why.Do.You.Even.A.Fuck! He just made it clear he could give a rats ass about you and your sitting here crying? Imagine how I feel about my girl crying over some mutt” Mailk says

“He’s not a fucking mutt! I told you stop calling him that! He’s my best fucking friend and has been my bestfriend since we were in pull-ups! I give a fuck because I don’t know where i stand with my bestfriend! This doesn’t even have anything to do with you!” Yn says standing up

“It has everything to do with me! That got damn hybrid is in love with my girl and she doesn’t even care!” Mailk says

“He is not in love with me” Yn says rolling his eyes

“Your fucking stupid if you believe that” he says

“Stupid?! You can leave! Cause now your talking bullshit” Yn says

“Bullshit!? Yn that boy can’t stay away from you! He follows you around like the lost fucking puppy he is! I’m glad he met that girl. Maybe now he’ll stay the hell away from mine!” Mailk shouts before walking out the room leaving Yn stunned.

“What is that suppose to mean?” Yn asks following Mailk down the stairs

“Exactly what I said Yn! I’m not gonna keep dealing with this and being second place to a damn dog!” Mailk says opening her door

“You second?! Mailk I know your not talking! Not once have I ever put you second! How many times I have you ditched me to go party with your female friends?! I never said anything to you” Yn says getting even more annoyed now that the situation was flipped and now was about mailk

“Whatever Yn, choose right now!” Mailk says causing Yn to stop dead in her tracks

“Chose? Choose what?” Yn asks

“Me or that mutt!” Mailk says making Yn shake her head

“What fucking kind of boyfriend are you to make me choose between you and my bestfriend?!” Yn asks eyes watering

“The type of boyfriend who doesn’t want to lose his girlfriend to another guy! Pick!” Mailk says

“No! I’m not picking between you two” Yn says making mailk scoff before he chuckles

“Your still picking him when he just picked another person over your friendship..” mailk says walking out the front door to his car

Yn stands in the door way watching as he walks to his car. Yn’s mother gets out her car walking past him

“Hey mailk” she says but he doesn’t speak

“Okay rude, y’all arguing again?” She asks Yn

Before Yn could respond she noticed a white car pull up in front of jakes house. It wasn’t his moms car or his dads,so who was it?

Just then Cassidy gets out the backseat looking around the block. Her eyes land on Yn as they make eye contact. Cassidy smirks before waving at Yn and walking up to jakes house.

She watches as the blond walks up to the door. Jake runs out running into her arms. For the third time tonight Yn’s heart dropped.

Her and Jake lock eyes and she couldn’t help the tears that fell from her eyes

“Yn baby? What’s the matter?” Yn’s mother ask before Yn went full on sobbing and running in the house

Her mom looks across the street and seen Jake and some girl. She squints her eyes in confusion before running into the house after Yn.

She threw her stuff to the floor immediately going to check on her child who sat crying with her face in her hands.

“Yn what’s wrong? Are You okay?” She ask looking at her body for any injuries

“No mama. I’m not! I’m not okay!” She says sobbing

“Yn what’s wrong?” Her mother asks seriously

Yn sniffles before looking her mother in the eyes

“I’m in love with Jake” she says laughing through her tears

“W-wait what?” Her mother asks in shock

“I. Am in love with Jake. And it took me to see him with another girl to realize it” Yn says still sobbing

Her mother takes a step back covering her mouth at the new found information.

“Oh Yn” her mother says shaking her head

“What am I going to do?” Yn asks herself shaking her head

Jakes heart shattered at the hurt look in Yn’s face

“Cocoa” he mumbles as he starts walking towards Yn’s house but Cassidy stops him

“Stop. Don’t chase her. Give her time and give her space. The situation is still fresh” Cassidy says making Jake frown

“I-I have to apologize, I blew up for no reason” he says, ears dropping in sadness

“You can apologize, just not now” Cassidy says scratching behind his ear.

He didn’t get excited. He didn’t feel warm. It didn’t feel like when Yn did it. It wasn’t the same.

“O-okay” jake says turning around and leaving Cassidy in the house.

Jake and Cassidy got hard stares from his brother and his friends as they watched the golden retriever walk upstairs with a different girl.

Jake could feel the disappointed stare from his brother

“T-thanks for coming over Cassidy” Jake says sitting down on his bed

“No problem pup” she says making Jake cringe. She must have picked that up from Yn and still it didn’t feel the same.

“What’s that?” Jake asks pointing to the book sliding out her bag

“Oh! My pre Cal homework” she says shrugging

“Need help?” Jake asks

“No! At least not now. Your going through something right now. My homework can wait” Cassidy says shoving the book deeper into her bag

“No it’s fine. I need something to get my mind if the situation anyway and it would make me feel better if you got a passing grade on your homework” Jake says with a weak smile

“Are you sure?” Cassidy asks

“Positive” Jake says grabbing the book from her bag.

Cassidy smirks as she takes out two pencils and a notebook.

Yn was making this so easy for her. She’ll be passing pre-cal in no time.

Whew Chile the dramatics!!! Chapter 5 will be posted on @brownsugarbaybee ‘s blog!!

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sixteen.

warning; someone’s getting quite protective ???? 👀 1.4k words.

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“mum!”

you leave sunghoon’s arms and run over to your mum who you haven’t seen or spoken to for some time, your eyes almost in tears at someone familiar in such a big crowd. but of course you don’t forget to politely bow your head at mr park standing right beside her.

“my baby, how was your trip with sunghoon?” she wraps her arms around you lovingly, stroking it gently like how she always used to, “you should’ve called to let me know, i was so worried. luckily sunghoon let me know.”

“ah well... my phone is broken right now,” you glare at sunghoon who had just caught up beside you, the man smiling at your mum like the good son that he was known for, despite all the things he has called her behind her back.

ironic.

“aunty, you look beautiful.”

“thank you darling, you are as handsome as ever,” she wraps her arms around your stepbrother who does the same in return. the scene must’ve looked so beautiful to those watching, which was practically everyone, but you knew it was anything but that.

as the four of you continue with some light conversation, you suddenly feel a hand grasp onto your waist, making you instantly jump.

“wow you look so beautiful, love,” you immediately recognise the voice to be the one person you were dreading to see tonight. choi beomgyu, your future husband.

you watch as he interacts with your family, bowing at mr park, hugging your mum and exchanging a few words with sunghoon, the two so obviously acting civil in front of all the watchful eyes.

“may i steal my beautiful to be fiancé away for a second?” beomgyu is beaming as he asks for permission, the excited childish expression on his face almost makes you forget of the deviant beomgyu you met just weeks ago.

after your mum makes a joke about you having a curfew, beomgyu leads you away, his hand gently holding your hand as he does. you could feel eyes on you from around the room, even more so than before, the place now filled with soft whispers about the park daughter and the choi son.

by chance you meet sunghoon’s gaze within the crowd, immediately noticing how grim his expression is, maybe even angry, while watching you walk away. the man’s eyes stay on you as you get to the dance floor, making you all the more nervous than you already were. even more so than being with beomgyu.

“you truly are breath-taking, love,” the pet name causes an instant shiver down your spine and it’s not necessarily the good kind.

“thank you...” you stutter back, your tone laced with awkwardness with the way his hand was now resting on your lower back, “i don’t know how to dance... maybe you should dance with someone else?”

“don’t worry, just follow me.”

you let beomgyu sway you along to his liking, your mind too occupied on something else anyway. or should you say, someone else. from time to time, you’d glance back to where sunghoon was and to your surprise, his gaze was still entirely on you.

a moment later and you see sunghoon turning to mr park, the two sharing a very quick yet heated conversation before they disappear out the entrance.

apart of you wants to believe that their conversation had nothing to do with you but deep down you knew it just had to be, especially with the change in sunghoon’s attitude. being the reason for their discord was the last thing you needed right now.

quickly excusing yourself for the bathroom, you rush to your mum and find out that the two men had gone up to the suite they booked earlier. so you also head up.

you can’t help but feel anxious on your elevator ride up, knowing that you may be intruding an important conversation that could very likely not be about you. but your legs were working quicker than your brain at this point, taking you right to the suite where you’re met with mr park’s two body guards who very reluctantly let you inside.

“do you understand what type of person beomgyu is? and did you forget what his father has done in the past? yet you want to marry her off to them?” sunghoon’s loud, distinct voice tells you that you’re getting closer to the two, who must’ve been in the living room, “she isn’t even your daughter!”

“i don’t need you to question me, i know what i’m doing. although the chois have a reputation, they have a stable standing that is profitable for us. she will be fine.”

“you are crazy with-”

smack.

you so daringly step out of your hiding to see that mr park had just struck sunghoon in the face, causing him fall to the ground beside his feet. noticing that mr park was ready to strike again, you rush over without much thought, fully intending to protect your stepbrother by wrapping your arms around him.

“what are you-” sunghoon is looking like he had just seen a ghost, confused by your sudden appearance.

“i already agreed to marry beomgyu so please.... leave sunghoon alone.”

if looks really could kill then you’re sure you would’ve died by now with the way mr park is narrowing his eyes into you, silently threatening you. the man then straightens out his suit, a tired sigh leaving his lips as he finally speaks up, “come down soon. mr and mrs choi should almost be here. they want to meet you.”

then he exits the suite, much to your surprise because you were just so sure that he would’ve punished you in some way. instead, you’re now left behind with your stepbrother who is still staring at you. no one says anything, the two of you staying still on the floor with him awkwardly in your arms.

“i already told you to stay out of my business park sunghoon, why don’t you listen!” you’re unsure why tears are forming in your eyes but the red mark on sunghoon’s cheek... strangely broke your heart. knowing that it was because of you, that he stood up for you made you feel so guilty.

reaching up, you naturally let your hand graze against it, gently holding over the spot where he had been hit because of you. and he let you.

“answer this and i’ll never talk about it again if you tell me not to,” sunghoon says, his voice as low as a whisper, as if meant only for your ears, “do you want this?”

silence.

“of course not... why would i want this?” you were now crying fully, tears staining your face and definitely smudging your makeup. but you couldn’t care less, not right now when you’re feeling as if the wall you’ve tried so hard to build over these past weeks was starting to crack. “but... if it means it’ll bring peace between you and your father, it doesn’t matter-”

“it does matter, to me.”

the man suddenly stands to his feet and reaches his hand out towards you, gesturing for you to hurry and take it.

“what are you doing s-”

“just trust me.”

and in this moment, after everything that had happened tonight, you really felt like you could. the park sunghoon you had dealt with these past few days was nothing like the one that is standing before you. the complete opposite, to say the least. the soft look in this sunghoon’s eyes were enough to make you feel safer, enough to help you forget about everything, even just for a moment.

“trust me.”

“okay...”

he immediately pulls you up against him the moment you grab his hand, his eyes glued onto you the entire time. maybe it’s because of your tears but you swear you noticed his gaze falling to your lips, the man even gulping right after it.

or maybe you’re probably just being delusional again.

“so- so what now?”

the soft grin that grows on his lips from your question has you naturally mirroring it, the two of you now standing hand in hand while smiling at each other. it’s weird but it’s comfortable. you don’t know why you suddenly feel something heavy on your chest, like your heart is jumping around, almost thrashing to get out.

“we run.”

end.

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Don’t Touch My Kids - Part 3

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After seeing Wooyoung, he immediately added Seonghwa to the mix. I swear seonghwa kids always get ropped into somehow. As well new info that Yeonjun was also there. Which lead to a misunderstanding from Lee Know and Bangchan.

As the way Wooyoung described Yeonjun, sounded like he was a kid. Which Soobin got added to the mix and have lots of questions to Seonghwa about him and Yeonjun.

Let’s see how the interactions unfold

Lee Know Created The Chat:

Discipline Your Children

Today 22:00

Lee Know🐰: I hope, I don’t have that mother again! Such a pain

Bangchan🐺: Bro Chill, you really had beef with that Eomma

Lee Know🐰: It’s a long story chan!!

Seonghwa🌸: Hello?

Soobin🍞: What is this chat? Seonghwa you are here too?

Seonghwa🌸: I’m confused as you…it got to be our children

Soobin🍞: What has Kai / Beomgyu done now

Lee Know🐰: CAN I GET YOUR KID PHONE NUMBER SOOBIN?

Bangchan🐺: Minho, remember the plan. I do all the talking and you do the listening? Also untie wooyoung from the chair!

Soobin🍞: Why do you want Beomgyu and Kai number. They barely left the house this week

Seonghwa🌸: Why? Why are you tying wooyoung to the chair? That is impressive without him biting you…

Lee Know🐰: NO-

Bangchan🐺: He means Yeonjun, Wooyoung buddy?

Soobin🍞: Yeonjun isn’t my child, he is my husband!!

Lee Know🐰: What!? How did Wooyoung and Binnie got it so wrong…

Soobin🍞: Is Yeonjun cheating on me with…Seonghwa kid?

Seonghwa🌸: WHAT!! Your husband Soobin…

Bangchan🐺: No, no we just assumed he is a kid, as he friends with wooyoung

Seonghwa🌸: How an earth wooyoung, become friends with that flirt…

Soobin🍞: Im surprised, Yeonjun made friends with Wooyoung

Soobin🍞: And Hwa? Stop calling Yeonjun a flirt, that is rude

Bangchan🐺: Soobin, get your ki- I mean husband to come over to my son house. We need to ask them a question

Soobin🍞: Okay? This is weird? Also hwa, we need a talk!

30mins later…

Yeonjun arrived to Changbin’s house, he wasn’t happy as he got woken up by Soobin. To deal with this problem. Yeonjun knocked on the door, the door opened and Yeonjun was knocked out.

The panic Bangchan was scolding Lee Know, not to be so violent when they are questioning people. After Yeonjun regained consciousness.

Yeonjun: What kind of greeting was that?

Bangchan bow his head apologetically, explaining that Lee Know had some anger issue.

Wooyoung: Bro, long time now see!

Yeonjun: Wooyoung, my bro! I finally got Jimin autograph for you!

Wooyoung, when he heard the news immediately got up from his position. Gave Yeonjun a big hug, whilist knocking Changbin in the process (more on purpose to annoy him even more).

Bangchan: Ahhh that’s nice, let’s get started on the real reason. You two are here

Before Bangchan starts speaking, Lee Know cuts him off.

Lee Know: So? Why did you two teach Lix and IN bad stuff?

Wooyoung: We weren’t teaching them bad stuff! Yeonjun and I were helping them, to report those bullies from their school

Yeonjun: Yeah! I would never teach little innie bad stuff!

Wooyoung nudged Yeonjun.

Yeonjun: Ahem of course Felix as well

Wooyoung: We don’t know, what happened after I have to grab Yeonjun. To stop harassing my Eomma

Wooyoung: We came back, to those two laughing like little kids. Saying something their Hyung is the best

Bangchan: So the rumours are true then huh?

Yeonjun: What rumours? There is no rumours now back to your kids

Lee Know: Chan, it gotta be the Seonghwa Spawns that teach them bad stuff!!

Lee Know: Let’s question, every single of the kids. I can guarantee we can make them cough out some info with my little persuasion

Yeonjun: Seems like I am off the hook

Wooyoung: Oh my god, I will text my dumb brothers and find out who really did

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MAKEUP THE BREAK UP

Park Jimin | Chapter 5

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Pairing: Park Jimin x OC

Synopsis: What happens when Park Jimin's biggest what if comes back into his life? His friendly neighbor, childhood best friend, high school lover, and now his makeup artist?! Amidst the 2020 outbreak, the last thing he needed was Seong Areum making his heart skip a beat and fill his stomach with air. What will he do when unspoken words threaten to slip past his tongue? Would he take the chance of ruining a healing past? Or would he let her slip away once more and let himself get lost in the lights?

Note/Warning: Surprise Wednesday post 🤭, Not beta read, kinda cliche, another short chapter but I'm making them longer soon, spacing is weird I keep switching from my phone to my laptop

Word Count: 2.4k words

Questions That Linger

Behind The Scenes of BigHit’s Group Photo (For better context on the events happening in the following chapters, please refer to the link above)

After our all-black group photo, we were lined by height and grouped to take smaller group photos. I was in the shortest group with Lee Hyun, Yoongi, and TXT’s Taehyun, much to bruise my ego but I didn’t dwell on it.

We were supposed to move on to the next set when a director took a step back and looked at the entire set with a hand playing with his chin.

“Jimin ssi, you’re there on the third step.”

I was dragged to sit on top of one of the steps of the prop we had on set. The rest of the white-shaped props were set aside and the staff now filled the set to get us ready for the impromptu next scene.

It was chaos.

Usually, when we’d change sets we’d be taken back to our waiting room, but this wasn’t a complete change of sets. The director just had a eureka moment and everyone just went along with it as the biggest prop we had on set, a five-layered plain white staircase, screamed to be used and they said that closer positioning with each other would create a more genuinely tight bond aura for the photos.

I got to sit in the middle of the frame now. I had managed to snatch the middle positions in the shoots today so I had started feeling a little more airy inside, or perhaps that was because I now know my childhood best friend was here.

To my right was TXT’s Yeonjun and I still didn't know who would sit on my left. In front of me was Yoongi talking to Jin who was in front of him. Whilst the steps behind me were still waiting to get filled out by the rest of the boys.

I could see one of our makeup artists grab a kit to approach me with, so I quickly called for Sejin for some water before the makeup artist could retouch my lip.

“We need everyone on the upper steps on the prop now! They can retouch their makeup on the steps. Artists can go grab a stool to touch up the members on the higher steps!”

A director spoke over a megaphone as another manager kept tabs on the boys and dragged them over to position on which step they’d be sitting on. The ones on the steps behind me were using the empty space beside me to get up on their steps.

“Jimin ssi.”

I turned my head to Sejin who had opened a plastic water bottle for me and I bowed to thank him before grabbing the water and drinking a few drops with the bottle hovering over my lips. The water had run down my throat, soothing its dryness though seemingly doing nothing to my airy stomach.

Had I eaten something bad today?

“What’s wrong?” Sejin asked immediately as he was observing me.

I shook my head in dismissal before I gave him the bottle of water and I turned my head to let the makeup noona do her job easier. It wasn’t much of a touchup she had to do. She refrained from powdering my face until the very last chance she could retouch me. Considering the position I was in, the makeup noona wouldn’t be able to reach me between two boys when the others were in their positions.

“Beomgyu, you’re beside Jimin ssi. Taehyun, you’re beside Jin ssi.”

The manager dragged both boys towards the prop as my makeup noona quickly powdered my face, though it was rushed as she was under pressure from the director to move out of the way.

I worried that I’d be looking the most oily in the pictures now. The warehouse wasn’t the best ventilated and the suit, busy surroundings, and bright lighting did not help me from breaking a sweat.

The noona finally stepped back from the prop as the director quickly sat Beomgyu and Taehyun in place before taking a deep exhale. The stress he radiated could be felt from the way he placed his hands on his hips. I mean who wouldn’t feel pressure in getting all 13 of us to cooperate? Jin himself was already twisting his neck away from the makeup noonas as Lee Hyun and him engaged in some playful teasing.

Beomgyu sat beside me a little tense from his pin-straight posture and all limbs glued together that made a sizable space in between us despite the steps being already so small.

“Is your hat good now?” I tried to make light small talk as the younger looked at me like a deer in headlights, most probably not expecting me to initiate small talk.

“Yeah…” Beomgyu answered as I could feel Yeonjun move beside me.

“Eumi noona stuck like 50 pins on his head.” Yeonjun chuckled as I placed a smile on my lips as I looked at the younger trying to hide his face.

I would’ve laughed. Perhaps I should share a similar story that happened to me and a cap struggling to stay on my head when we were performing a music video. Hobi hyung was the one to stick a whole packet of bobbing pins to my head as the cap had already ruined multiple shots and it was already getting pretty late so everyone was cranky and hanging onto their last bit of patience.

But I couldn’t get a word out of my lips.

God, that nickname felt like a shower of cold water that froze the tip of my scalp to the ends of my toes.

It’s been seven years, that name better yet a shortened version of it shouldn’t have such effects on me anymore.

It was weird.

It was scary feeling this nagging air in my stomach. It wasn’t like I was bloating or coming up with a cold. I wasn’t hungry. I didn’t eat anything bad. I didn’t feel embarrassed or nervous. It just felt weird.

“Yeonjun ah, Beomgyu yah, do you have somewhere to go to after this shoot?” I changed the topic as my head turned from the two boys beside me.

Yeonjun detached from his makeup noona whilst rubbing his lips together to spread the lip gloss thinly on his lips whilst Beomgyu let out a sound that meant he was thinking.

“I don’t think so…”

“No, Kai might have something to do at the studio later… but we’re not really sure. Why?” Yeonjun corrected Beomgyu as I nodded slowly.

“We were planning on going to dinner after this with you guys and Hyun hyung. Hopefully, we can all be there.” I sent them a smile as their eyes lit up.

“We’ll talk with Kai. I’m pretty sure whatever he was going to do isn’t that important.” Yeonjun let out a breathy chuckle as he added sass to the end of his sentence.

“Hey, we can always have dinner together now. We’ll see each other more often in the building.” I laughed to not seem like they were forced to come to dinner with us just because we were their sunbaenims.

They sent me a smile before my eyes connected with the woman I tried to stir the conversation away from.

Her eyes were wide as they met mine. I wasn’t sure who was looking at who first though I’m pretty sure it was her. I mean I just turned my head to face Beomgyu and suddenly she was there looking at me. Did she know I was here? Did she plan on seeing me again? Did she even know that I was an idol?

God, I hated it when my mind spiraled into an endless loop of questions. It always annoyed me because I knew that I didn’t have the answers, yet I still bothered to think of them.

Her eyes broke eye contact from mine as she approached Beomgyu’s side though I just couldn’t take my eyes off every inch she moved. I could tell she knew I was watching her too. I wasn’t very discreet and every time she stepped back to examine Beomgyu’s face to check which parts needed touch-ups, her eyes would flicker in my direction. And each time it did, I could feel my stomach swallowing itself and my throat going dry.

How has she been? How was Ahnna and Aaron? Why was she back in Seoul? Has she visited Busan already or was she only staying in Seoul? Is she staying or just visiting? No, she wouldn’t have gotten a job if she was just vacationing. So why come back after all these years?

Does she even remember me? She does, right? I mean we were friends, neighbors, and schoolmates our entire childhood.

Did she know that I debuted? Was she proud? She always supported me before, though I wonder if she hated me more now.

Would she hate me if she learned that I was focusing more on my career? That was the reason why we broke up. I knew I needed to focus on BTS and give it my all, so I had to let her go to not hurt her when I did become the workaholic I am today.

Why do I care about what she thinks? She's no one to me.

Are we still friends? Was our breakup on bad terms or not? I mean she did cry, but I hugged her right? She understood why we broke up so would you call it a bad breakup? But we also haven’t talked ever since, so if we were still friends then I did a very bad job at maintaining it.

“Eumi noona, can you put some gloss on my lips?” Soobin’s light voice reached my ears behind all the busy talking around me.

A simple and normal request to ask from a makeup noona. I do that too when things are too hectic and I feel as though no one is going to approach me first so I have to call attention to myself, but god why was it worded in such a way?

I turned to look up at Soobin on the fifth step. His eyes were bright and he puckered and licked his lip as it was obvious that he needed a retouch.

“Okay Soobin ssi, let me get a stool first.” Areum had this sickly sweet tone in her voice when she answered formally to Soobin. She left the kit she held on the floor before running off to get a stool.

It was annoying.

Why was her voice so sweet and sickly? It wasn’t the same genuinely soft yet naturally rough nature as before. It sounded so annoying, so made up and pretense. It was so sickly that my stomach had done a backflip inside me. My face would’ve cringed if there weren't any people around, but her new voice wasn’t the only problem that nagged me.

It annoyed me. In what world was an idol so close to their makeup noona that he could call them by their nickname? Why didn’t Soobin have his own makeup noona anyway? Didn’t he see that Areum was busy attending to Beomgyu? He hadn’t even gotten his face powdered and Areum was already off to helping Soobin. Where were the other makeup noonas anyway? Doesn’t one member get two? Where were they now?

I didn’t realize I was so deep in my questioning that Areum had already returned with a wooden stool to stand on and two other makeup noona following her.

“Can you powder Beomgyu for me?” She smiled at one of the makeup noonas before placing the stool beside Soobin’s step.

“Hold the kit for me please whilst I retouch Soobin’s lip.” She handed the other makeup noona a new makeup kit before she stood on the stool to stand only a few inches lower than Soobin’s height.

She was clearly struggling to reach the taller man on the taller prop. I wondered why Soobin was being so inconsiderate towards his makeup noona, though my new parade of questions was halted when I watched Areum’s hand reach out to softly direct Soobin’s jaw to face her before reaching out

I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes. Instead, I opted to look around the studio to see if anyone else was observing this act of plain unprofessionalism. Makeup noonas don’t touch their client’s face when doing makeup. Why was she having her hands all over his face?

This was ridiculous!

“Okay! Everyone, off the set please!” The director finally called out as the makeup noonas started cleaning up and preparing to leave the set, along with staff members cleaning up any unnecessary items on set and making sure the lights were properly projecting on us.

I turned behind me and tapped Jungkook on the knee.

“Is my face oily?” I asked as I gestured a circle on my face as the younger looked at me.

“No, but you have a clump here.” He gestured to his own forehead and I tried to smoothly rub it to make it go away.

At the same time I removed my arm away from my face, Soobin’s figure appeared in my peripheral vision as he seemed to smile brightly at Areum before she carefully tried to get off the stool though losing balance.

“Woah!” The sound left my throat before I had the chance to stop it. My body jerked towards her direction, almost standing though I stopped myself when I saw that Soobin had held her arm to help her regain her balance and avoid falling.

It wasn’t a big incident but my voice had drawn the attention of the others around me so I assume that they followed my gaze to see Areum almost falling though going back to mind their business. Only Namjoon who stood behind Soobin offered a hand to help guide Areum back to the floor though it wasn’t needed as Soobin provided her with all the support she needed.

I swallowed thickly as I watched her figure try to compose herself before walking out of the set with the other makeup noona.

I seriously had to calm down.

Just as I was about to face the camera in front of us, my eyes connected with a wide-eyed Taehyung looking straight at me and something at a far distance. I knew what he meant.

Areum always had a memorable face. Despite the one video call that Taehyung saw her on, I knew he knew just who that makeup noona was.

However, I just turned around and avoided his gaze from then on.

I had to get myself together. I can’t stand filling my mind with all these miscellaneous and unnecessary questions.

I didn’t need her in my head.

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