Choi Beomgyu - Blog Posts
I love this photo, these two so cute together ❤️❤️❤️
𝐹𝑎𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙. 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑛𝑜 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑. 𝐼𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠. 𝐴 𝑓𝑎𝑛'𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑙 𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒!
My favorite and mixed ships ♥️♥️ @alexialuzia 👈 cr: alexiaoliveira PicsArt
Sometimes, I can only watch these boys in small doses. The second hand embarrassment is real. Huening is too pure for me. Also Taehyun in this video 😂😂 He may be doing aegyo but his eyes promise death.
it hurts more when I smile than when i cry…🌻
♩ HEAL THE SOUL ( 최범규 )
genre sickfic , fluff , angst , beomgyu x fem!reader cw implied abusive parents for both beomgyu and reader , cold symptoms (cough/headache) , beomgyu and reader are homeless and ran away from home lol inspired by 0x1=lovesong and loser=lover , not proofread wc 1089 request yes note i swear this txt emo era needs to go away (or not and that just means more txt fics) net @kstrucknet @moadiarynet
You were sick. Nothing too serious, but something unpleasant enough to remind you to not take being healthy for granted. It was even worse now that you didn’t have a bed to sleep in, or warm food, or a shower. Beomgyu would have to drive another hour or two to the nearest public gym, and you really didn’t want to bother him enough for that just so you could ease your body with hot water.
Your head ached, though. And your throat felt a bit dry. You had coughing fits every hour or so, and not much appetite. But Beomgyu was paying close attention to you whenever he could, feeling your forehead for abnormal temperatures, and making sure you had enough layers to stay warm. It definitely wasn’t the most ideal time for you to fall ill, but there wasn’t much you could do to prevent it either.
Running away from your old town, your old life, with Beomgyu months ago had easily been the best decision of your life. Away from the constant headaches, the pain, the discomfort. Two broken souls in a beat up car driving until they found somewhere new to call home. That’s the life you two had now. But it wasn’t so bad. As long as you had each other, you got through alright.
Beomgyu had left five minutes ago to buy whatever the cheapest hot meal was at the gas station. You were parked in the empty parking lot by the old laundromat, bundled up in one of Beomgyu’s old hoodies. You couldn’t run the heating in the car while you were parked, much as you would like to. Already tight on money as it was, you both knew how important it was to save gas.
Your mind wandered as you looked out the window, headache pounding at your head as you shivered. You wondered what your mother would think of you if she saw you right now. How she would mock you for surviving off a twenty-year-old car and your old savings. You had worked hard to leave. Saved up as much money as possible from old part time jobs and bake sales. Although you had to give up luxuries like a warm bed, a functional kitchen, and the stability of a proper home, your current “homelessness” felt much more homely than your childhood house ever had.
Beomgyu joked about it with you all the time. How your similar childhood experiences of abuse had led you here into each other’s arms. How it wasn’t quite so bad if it meant you could spend the rest of forever with each other. Perhaps the scars were just pathways to a better future.
A cough bubbled in your chest and you scrunched your eyes shut in frustration. You were tired of this stupid cold. You rasped out a few painful coughs before your throat cleared, burning and sore as always. You tucked your legs up to your chest, staring up at the pink sky. It was pretty as always, but the earlier the sunset, the more you anticipated how cold the night in the car would be. You could hardly enjoy the pretty clouds or colours thinking of how much you would have to rely on Beomgyu’s body warmth again that night.
“Ramen and painkillers for only fifteen thousand won,” Beomgyu grinned as he slid back into the drivers’ seat of the car, two steaming bowls of ramen in each hand. One spicy and one mild chicken flavour. A small packet of Advil was stuffed into his pocket as well.
“Fifteen? How much of that was for the pills?” you asked a little on edge. What was not in your plan was to have your sickness burden down your expenses. It was already tight as it was.
“Ten thousand— But I won’t let you argue with me about this. I want you to feel better as quickly as possible,” Beomgyu said simply, placing the ramen on the dash of the car.
“Beomgyu.”
“I said I’m not gonna argue. I already paid for them, so you’d better take them,” he reiterated a little more sternly, giving you a stubborn look which you had rarely seen directed at you. You sighed, recognizing a losing battle before it even started. Grabbing that packet out of his hands you pushed one small pill out of its casing and gulped it down with a little water. Beomgyu’s smile came back on his face as soon as you swallowed.
“Now eat.” He grabbed a pair of chopsticks and scooped up a few noodles between them. Blowing on them softly, he held them out to you, carefully feeding you the warm broth-coated noodles. You hummed in thanks, grabbing the bowl from his hands and sipping more of the warm soup part.
It had been a while since you’d had a hot meal. Even if it was just instant ramen, it soothed your throat better than anything else had. Your headache was starting to subside thanks to the painkillers, and you were once again grateful for how attentively Beomgyu took care of you. He knew exactly what you needed without you even having to ask.
The feeling was foreign. Of course, it had been years since you had first fallen in love with him. But having someone who truly cared still took adjusting to. You’d always had to beg your parents for basic things like clothes without holes in them and medicine for flu season. Years of being ignored and neglected made the switch hard to properly process.
You hoped you could at least repay him with the same amount of love and attention that he showed you. Out of anyone you had ever met, Beomgyu certainly deserved it.
After you both ate and cleaned up, driving around the deserted roads until you found a safe spot to park for the night, Beomgyu took out his grandpa’s old guitar and gave it a few strums. Adjusting the tuning of the old strings only took him a minute to do thanks to years of practice. He played almost every night. And on nights when he didn’t, he would still sing you to sleep while you were wrapped safely in his arms.
The life you had chosen to live with Beomgyu certainly wasn’t easy, but every hour you spent in his company you felt your hope grow a little more. Some little voice inside your heart told you everything would work out. Because if you had Beomgyu by your side, what else did you need?
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my poor baby 🙁☹️ soobin, get better for us 🥺
SOMEONE TELL ME WHY MY TAEHYUN AND BEOMGYU FIC HAS OVER 100 LIKES WHAAAAT TYSM PEOPLE
read them here <33
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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒. 최연준
sypnosis: you and yeonjun are secret agents doing your last mission of the year. yeonjun is planning to propose to you after but his plans become.. partially wrecked.
genre(s): angst, fluff (if you squint), secret agent au
pairing: nonidol!secret agent!choi yeonjun x afab!secret agent!reader
trigger warnings: profanity, blood/gore, gun(shots), (mentions of) d3ath, mentions of gunshot wounds, (mentions of) murd3r
a/n: lmk how this is because i was super lazy and this is probably really bad TT
anyway tho, i'm a sucker for angst and wanted to write one for a while so.. enjoy-?
January 1st. A New Year. A day to celebrate.
And the day that--unbeknownst to you--Yeonjun was planning to propose to you.
Right at 12:00 AM today, December 31st. Right when the fireworks shoot into the midnight sky, speckled with twinkling stars. Right before the fireworks crackle and bloom above them in different colors.
Right after their long, tiring assignment that went completely wrong.
"I'm guessing you heard that we're having our last mission this year together, darling?" You look up to see your boyfriend leaning against the doorframe of your office.
You let out a sigh, closing the folder containing your mission that you had just scanned through. You stood up from your chair, pushing it to your desk. "Though I wish they would've let us have the day off seeing that it's New Year's Eve."
"You know they'll never let us off." Yeonjun smiled, stepping towards you. His arms slide around your waist before he leans closer to your face, pecking your lips.
You pull away and lay your forehead onto Yeonjun’s shoulder. “Still, a break would be nice.”
“After the mission, I have a surprise for you.” Yeonjun strokes a hand through your hair and plays with the ends as you hum in amusement.
“Really? And what’s that?”
“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, baby.” Yeonjun chuckled. “Let’s just get ready for the mission now, hm?”
You grumble into his chest but let go of him to oblige.
♡
You and Yeonjun stand in front of a large building, guns strapped to both of your waists. The sun had just set, leaving a navy sky above them and the street lamps being their only source of light.
Cicadas chirp in the night as a chilly breeze drifts past them. Your hair dances in the wind, along with the trees and bushes nearby.
“Ready?” Yeonjun grins at you reassuringly.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” You let out a small breath, turning into a puff of smoke in the winter weather, and smile back. Yeonjun nods and looks up at the building towering over them. It was the headquarters of your secret agent organization’s enemy.
The mission was simple. Sneak into the building, destroy any information that they have on your agent organization, and get out.
Simple, but not easy.
Being the head building of the organization, there was bound to be a lot of bodyguards. Plus, it was New Year’s Eve, which likely meant double the security. It wasn’t a surprise that you and Yeonjun were chosen, being the aces of your organization.
“Let’s go.” Yeonjun suggests. You follow him as he opens the window at the back of the building and slips inside. He signals you to come in as well after making sure the coast was clear.
The whole way to the floor of information on your organization was too easy. There were barely guards in sight, just a few here and there, but nothing you and Yeonjun couldn’t take care of or sneak past.
You decided to shake the weird feeling off, guessing that even the agents were celebrating with their families and friends.
Yeonjun led the way up, and back down after you had destroyed all the information and evidence of your presence. The two of you easily snuck out of the building without being seen and quickly let your boss know about your success.
Yeonjun takes your hand as the two of you slowly walk away from the building, “That was easier than expected, huh?”
“Guess everyone’s out for the holidays.” You lean your head against his shoulder. Yeonjun chuckles and plants a soft kiss on your forehead.
Unexpectedly, you hear a muffled shouting from behind you. The two of you whip your heads around. It’s a man, specifically one of the bodyguards.
One hand presses onto the wound the two of you gave him earlier, assuming he was dead, and the other holds a gun. A explosive, chilling noise rings in your ears, the undeniable screech of a bullet shooting towards you.
“Shit- Y/n, get back!” Yeonjun’s eyes widen as he shoves you out of the way.
The rest unfolds in a blink of an eye and you can’t even process what happened until after it did.
Yeonjun rips out his gun, firing bullets back at the bodyguard. The bullet the guard had fired sinks into Yeonjun’s abdomen and pierces his skin, making him stumble to the ground and wince.
“YEONJUN!” You cry, sprinting to your boyfriend after checking to see if the security guard threat was clear.
Yeonjun coughs out blood as he holds the wound. Red stains his shirt and trickles to the ground. You curse under your breath, squeezing your eyes shut to force incoming tears back in, and apply pressure onto his wound.
“Why the fuck did you do that?!” You scold, avoiding Yeonjun’s gaze. That gaze filled with sadness and warmth and pain and so many more feelings that all mix together, yet he felt more concern for you than anything else.
“Y/n..” Yeonjun smiled, placing a hand on yours, “love you.”
“What..?” You whisper and look into his eyes, and his smile makes your voice start to break. “Don’t- don’t say that.. you’re not going to die. You are not leaving me.”
“He shot my abdominal aorta. You know I’m not going to make it.” His blood doesn’t stop flowing and it dirties your hands as you press harder onto his wound.
“Yeonjun, shit- don’t-“
Yeonjun slowly reaches his free hand into his pocket, “Remember that surprise I had? I want to tell you before going.”
You follow his gaze as he pulls out a small case. It opens and you let out a small gasp.
“Love, I’m sorry to do this to you.. but I wanted to let you know. You make me happiest when I’m with you. I’m glad you came into my life.. I couldn’t have found anyone better. Thank you for being with me all this time.” Yeonjun looks up at you. “So I have to ask.. will you marry me?”
“Yeonjun, I-“ Your breath catches in your throat, staring at Yeonjun’s injured state and the diamond ring he holds in front of you. Tears spill from your eyes, turning your eyes blurry so you can’t even see clearly anymore when you nod furiously.
You hear Yeonjun let out a small chuckle and he slips the ring onto your finger. He wipes a tear away from your eyes and places it back onto your hand.
“You better not die on me now.” You say sternly with a sniffle. You know you can’t stop the god-forsaken bleeding, you know that you’re just being selfish, and you curse yourself for it. For not having the ability to save Yeonjun, and for having to rely on him to hold on.
“I love you..” He whispers with his eyes closed so that only you can hear.
In the far distance, you can hear the crackle of fireworks as they bloom above you in multiple colors. Into the midnight sky, speckled with twinkling stars.
But as the clock strikes 12 AM, your fiancée’s hand goes cold and you are left alone.
𝐋𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘. 강태현
sypnosis: you can’t sleep so your boyfriend comes over to help
genre(s): fluff
pairing: nonidol!kang taehyun x afab!reader
trigger warnings: profanity, (mentions of) insomnia
a/n: i wrote this for myself honestly LMAOO insomnia really loves messing with me these days
for my fellow insomniacs that stan taehyun<3
You toss around your bed for what seemed like the nth time, the mattress sheets shuffling under you. With a heavy sigh, you roll around to the small table on left side of the bed. Your fingers lightly tap on your phone screen, the brightness spreading and lighting up the whole room.
2 AM. Well.. shit.
You groan into your pillow, coming out as muffled grumbles. All you wanted was sleep, even one hour, but insomnia just had to bite you. Not even the lingering scent in your boyfriend’s clothes could help.
Tired—literally, and of no sleep—you grasp your phone. You pull it over to you, laying sideways on your pillow and pressing your boyfriend’s contact.
[y/nie] : taeee are u awake? can’t sleep ㅠㅠ
You knew he probably wasn’t, but it gave you some comfort to let him know you were awake. Although, you did feel guilty if your message wakes him up in the middle of the night.
You get up from the bed and manage to stumble downstairs, eyelids heavy and exhausted. You plop down onto the couch next to the front door with a deep exhale. You pick up the remote next to you, turning on the TV in front of you.
Just a few minutes into the video, the doorbell rings. Taehyun. You hastily shut off the TV and dash to the door, opening it.
Your boyfriend stands there, at your door, the street lights reflecting onto his skin in the dark of night. Taehyun scans you up and down, a gentle smile enveloping on his face. “You look really cute in my shirt.”
Your eyes widen, feeling heat rising to your cheeks and your stomach filling with butterflies. “Thanks..”
Taehyun slowly steps into your house, closing the door behind him. As soon as the door shuts, he snakes his arms around your waist and lowers his chin onto your shoulder.
“Were you on your phone before you went to sleep?” Taehyun murmurs into your ear as you wrap your arms around him and bury your face into his neck.
“Mhm..” You hum, feeling his lips press onto your collarbone. Taehyun pulls away to look at you, eyes softening.
“That’s why you can’t sleep, princess..” He scolds lightly. You nod sheepishly, letting your head fall to Taehyun’s chest.
You hear Taehyun sigh before sliding one arm to your upper back. He pulls his other arm away from you, moving to one side of you and crouching to slide his other arm under your thighs. He then lifts you up bridal style, making you let out a small squeak.
You lean against his chest as Taehyun carries you upstairs, pushing the door of your bedroom open. He gently lays you onto your bed, going back to close the door. He returns shortly after and slips in next to you.
You shuffle towards him, laying your head on his chest. “Sorry for waking you up in the middle of the night..”
“It’s okay, love. I got up because I want you to be able to sleep.” Taehyun tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear.
You look up at him and whisper, “Can you sing for me? It might help me sleep.”
Taehyun looks back down at you with a small smile, wrapping his arms around your torso. “Anything for you, princess.”
Your heart flutters at his endearing words, and warmth envelopes you as Taehyun holds you close. Your eyes shut as you listen to the sound of his heartbeat and his soft lullaby. Sleep once again welcomes you in open arms.
STOP MISTREATING TXT!!
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ THIS!! IT’S REALLY IMPORTANT.
okay, this is getting serious now. BIGHIT, STOP. MISTREATING. TXT. PROTECT OUR BOYS??? PEOPLE ARE FCKING SENDING DEATH THREATS TO THEM AND SAYING IT WILL BENEFIT THEIR ULT GROUP BUT THAT'S JUST DISGUSTING. DON'T YOU KNOW YOU'RE HURTING YOUR ULT GROUP WHEN YOU SAY THAT?? A LOT OF IDOL GROUPS ARE FRIENDS WITH EACH OTHER AND THEY'LL DEFINITELY BE UPSET ABOUT THIS.
THIS IS FCKING MADNESS, I LITERALLY STOPPED, DROPPED MY HOMEWORK, AND STARTED WRITING THIS. #stopmistreatingtxt
THIS IS GETTING TOO MUCH. TXT ARE EXHAUSTED AND BEING OVERWORKED RIGHT NOW, AND THIS IS WHAT THEY GET??? COMMENTS SAYING THEY SHOULD DIE FROM THE EXHAUSTION??? WHAT THE FCK??
Even if you don't stan TXT, PLEASE JOIN THIS! THIS IS MAKING ME GO ABSOLUTELY BATSHT CRAZY! BEOMGYU GOT A NOSEBLEED IN ONE OF THEIR CONCERTS, SOOBIN SHOWED SIGNS OF EXHAUSTION AND YET COVERED IT WITH A SMILE FOR US NOT TO WORRY. PLUS, APPARENTLY, HE SLEPT FOR 20 HOURS STRAIGHT. THAT'S NOT OKAY.
To my kpop stans, email bighit and spread the word about txt. reblog this. anything. PLEASE. We do NOT need more kpop idols to commit su!c!d3.
𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐉𝐎𝐊𝐄. 최범규
sypnosis: beomgyu, being beomgyu (and your flirty best friend), always blows you kisses as a playful joke. now, you decide to blow him one back for payback. somehow, it turns into something more.
genre(s): fluff, best friends to lovers
pairing: nonidol!choi beomgyu x afab!reader
trigger warnings: profanity
a/n: just some beomgyu cuz he’s saur cute I LOVE HIM SM WAAHAHSHSHAHAH<33
was kind of rushed + lazy so.. sorry if it isn’t accurate or just feels rushed overall! ㅠㅠ
Lay back, tilt his head towards you with THE most adorable pout, before grinning cheekily and puckering his lips with a kiss sound.
That was Choi Beomgyu’s daily routine for you.
In all honesty, you didn’t mind it. Or, well, you really did because it gets you all flustered and blushing and giggling like an idiot once he leaves.
Like, who doesn’t hate looking like an idiot? And who wouldn’t fall for Beomgyu’s charms?
Anyways, now you were on a mission. Operation Get Beomgyu Flustered (yes it’s so original I know).
The small click-clack of a keyboard filled the living room as you sat on the couch, typing on your laptop. Beomgyu sat beside you, as he had come over to your house like any other day, leaned back comfortably against the cushions.
“Y/nnnnn,” Beomgyu whines, “can’t we just ditch the homework and do something else??”
You let out a deep sigh. “Let me focus, Gyu.”
“Just 5 minutes, pleasee? I’m bored.” Beomgyu stands up in front of you, a finger pressed on the top of your laptop. He slowly tilts it downwards as he stares at you for a response with his signature boba eyes. How can you ever refuse to that?
“Fine-“
Beomgyu grins, slamming your laptop closed, and plopping back onto the couch.
“Beomgyu-ssi, if you just broke my computer, you’re paying for a new one.” You shake your head as you put the laptop to the side.
Beomgyu lets out a mischievous giggle and blows you a kiss. “Don’t worry, Y/nie, I didn’t.”
You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling. You roll your eyes playfully, pretending to be annoyed as always, before turning your head to face him.
Beomgyu tilts his head innocently at you, before you start to lean closer to his face. You stop a few inches apart, staring into his eyes, and calmly blow him a kiss just as he did to you.
Quickly, moving back, you grab your laptop and place it back on your lap. “That’s the end of the 5 minutes.”
You lower your head so that your hair partly covers your face, ears turning red as your cheeks burn. You have to resist the urge to look at Beomgyu’s face.
After a few seconds of silence, one of you finally open your mouths.
“Okay.. what the fuck.” You can feel Beomgyu’s eyes burning into your skull, “who are you and where is Y/n??”
You continue to type, “Right here, Gyu.”
“Y/nie- did you hit your head somewhere?”
“Not that I know of.” Slowly, you face Beomgyu. “Something wrong?”
“You and I both know that you would never do that.” Beomgyu raises an eyebrow. “So..?”
“It was just a prank. I wanted to see your reaction.” You shrug it off.
Beomgyu grins. “That’s all? Reeeally? Your face says otherwise. You like me, right?”
“GYU-“
“That’s a yes. Don’t be shy, I do too.” He teases.
You inhale with closed eyes before breathing out softly. You lower your head, whispering under your breath, “.. But it’s not a joke for me..”
The atmosphere feels tense all of a sudden as silence rings in the room.
“I know.” Beomgyu interrupts the quiet environment. “That’s why.”
You whip your head towards him, your eyes making contact. “.. What?”
“I like you too, Y/n.” Beomgyu smiles and it makes you melt. “So, will you be my girlfriend? Yes or no?”
You sigh and chuckle. “Well I can’t exactly refuse. Yes, Gyu, I accept.”
“I can kiss you for real now, right?” He grins his cheeky grin as you nod, leaning in so your lips could finally meet.
the only thing left in my brain rn : I’M SO SHOCKEDDD
HE’S SO ADORABLE RAAAHH BBG CODED GYU 🥹
240508 'MEMORIES : FOURTH STORY' Highlight #1 #BEOMGYU#투모로우바이투게더 #TOMORROW_X_TOGETHER #TXT
𝐓𝐗𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 투바투
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✎ choi soobin | 최수빈
Nothing currently..
✎ choi yeonjun | 최연준
✧ when midnight strikes angst, secret agent au
✎ choi beomgyu | 최범규
✧ not a joke fluff, best friends to lovers
✎ kang taehyun | 강태현
✧ lullaby fluff
✎ huening kai/kai kamal huening | 휴닝카이
Nothing currently..
Choi Beomgyu- Boyfriend Material
Beomgyu
He’s so cute and adorable and beautiful 😁
actually i wanna expand on that :)
power bottom!gyu loves to smack u around and tell u what to do but melts as soon as u tug on his hair or loosely wrap ur fingers around his neck <3 power bottom!gyu can (and sometimes will) physically overpower u with ease but chooses not to bcs he loves when his pretty little petal takes control!! power bottom! gyu who always chides “do it, u won’t” but turns into a flustered little whore when u take him up on that offer :(( power bottom!gyu teases u in front of the boys bcs he knows u won’t do anything while they’re around, but they all know they’ll be hearing him whining ur name by the end of the night (and they’re looking forward to it!! exhibitionist!txt tease???) power bottom!gyu begs for and demands dominance but forgets how to speak when u finally relinquish control </3 and finally, power bottom!gyu loves to “accidentally” bite u too hard because the tone u take with him when he steps out of line makes his lil cock twitch <3
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do with this what u will
...AHEM
i wanna tie him up and make him cry, i wanna tease and edge him with a vibrator and then overstimulate him until he's crying, his stomach and thighs covered in cum while he's a drooling, writhing mess, begging me to stop, thats he's too sensitive but he's just just so pretty whining and whimpering, tears streaming down his red cheeks. i wanna bend him over and peg him, gripping his hips and fucking him back onto the strap and watching him grip the bedsheets while he lets out all his pretty moans, his angelic face contorted in pleasure. i wanna spank him and call him my pretty little slut, watching my red handprints form on his plump ass, tainting his pretty skin. i wanna hear his whimpers while i let him dry hump me like the desperate little pup he is:(
i'm gonna shut up🧍🏻
Lyric Credit- Hybe lables/Tomorrow X Together
⚝ HATE YOU
// CHOI BEOMGYU X GN READER
,,beomgyu witnesses and angry confession, it's up to him what happens next
,,haha, angst (kinda), TXT fic after such a long time, fluff, happy ending, sorta crack?
"It's disgusting how much you invade my mind," they spat out. Beomgyu’s usual teasing grin fell as he looked at their serious and angry face. they huffed, looking away, not daring to stare into his eyes.
"It's like you can't let me live in peace! Every corner of my mind is filled by you and I hate it more that I just can't seem to stop it!" their voice cracked as they confessed to him. they stared into his eyes, now feeling a bit braver. y/n's burning rage was against his cold and icy stare.
"Even now," they scoffed, staring at his unreadable eyes. they just can't seem to understand him or his feelings while they were so readable to him, so vulnerable to him. they hated that fact alone. "Even-... Even now you don't seem to care nor mind about what I've just said!"
Yes. It was humiliating, crying over a guy who would only tease them and push all their buttons to the point they'd explode. It was so embarrassing that they were showing their vulnerable state just for him to stare blankly at them like this. Most of all... they hated themself for even thinking he would have some sort of reaction.
"I- I hate you so much to the point of disgust,"
they took a final glance at his dumb face and then turned around, wiping the tears away. This will be the last time they'll let him walk all over them. This will be the last time they'd let themself think about him. What were they expecting? A pull back to his arms? A romantic scene where he'd confess his feelings as well? That only happens in fiction. Reality is often disappointing.
"I-... Idiot! Come back!" He shouted, running to yn. they spun their heel, seeing that stupid face of his coming closer. they almost wanted to laugh, he never liked running. "How..." yn’s smile dropped, seeing his stance, "Dare," eyes widened, trying to run away, "You!" But they were just a second short.
He tackled them to the ground.
"Agh! That hurts you bitc!-"
"If you hate me, I hate you more! How dare you say those things and think I'd be able to take it all in!?" He shouted, his eyes flared in anger. It was one of those rare rages they had only ever seen once or twice. they gulped, letting him just ramble on. "It's disgusting to you!? Every day to every hour to every second I think of you!" He took a deep breath.
"And I quite enjoy that, okay!? I like thinking about you! I like it so much that I-..." He stopped his words. The two of them sat in front of each other, both unable to speak words.
"Y-You understand, right? What I feel..." He swallowed his saliva. For the first time in their life, they saw his flustered face.
"Only if you say it," they huffed. He opened his mouth, speechless.
"What? No way, you say it first," He insisted. they frowned, shaking their head.
"I initiated this conversation, you should end it nicely!" they reasoned out but he wasn't having any of it.
"Actually you ended it just now, I started this conversation!" He fired back. The two stared at each other before sighing. Silence filled the air as they just stared at each other. He fiddled with his hands while they played with a few strands of their hair.
Maybe they just don't need words. Maybe he could just tug on their hand while they leaned closer. Maybe he just had to glance at their lips to signal to them and maybe they would just have to nod in agreement.
And they kissed without needing words or their endless bickering. They just needed him.
⚝ Are you two a couple?
// beomgyu x gender neutral reader,,
wherein yn and beomgyu when on a walk are interviewed by a nyc couples page,
,,Formatting this was a bit of a task but i hope you all like it!!
It was just another day in the bustling city, and yn and Beomgyu found solace in the routine of their shared walks. The cold air nipped at their noses, but the warmth of their clasped hands kept the winter chill at bay. As they strolled through the usually crowded streets, the city seemed to fade into the background, leaving just the two of them in their own little world.
Meetnyc²ouples: excuse me!..hello? [admin asks noticing a pair’s linked hands] are you two a couple?
Beomgyu: yeah? What [he asks skeptical, his hand never leaving yn’s]
Meetnyc²ouples: are you two a couple?
Beomgyu: yeah why? [he says getting a bit defensive]
Meetnyc²ouples: oh, would you mind telling the quick story of how you two met?
Beomgyu: oh wow! Of course! [he chimed suddenly all sunshine and rainbows then looked back at his partner silently seeking their approval]
Beomgyu: you go for it!
Yn: uh,, we met on a blind date actually, my friend and his friend decided to pit us together and it started from there, The first date was a disaster by the way, he planned to meet at a cheesecake factory?! I mean who does that- like what if I was lactose intolerant? [they comment jokingly]
Beomgyu: hey! I thought it was a very cute little date [Beomgyu pouts trying to pull his hand away]
Meetnyc²ouples: if your first date went a little off track, how’d you two end up together?
Beomgyu: oh yeah, we didn’t talk to each ither for a month after and by that time, our friends gave up on us but ,, it was my final year maybe? [he asks unsure, seeking help from his over]
Yn: yeah, he was in his final year and I was in junior maybe,, he needed a photographer for his thesis project and bugged me for two (2) weeks straight until I gave in, then using his thesis as an excuse, we started to hang out very often.
Beomgyu: also, we didn’t start dating until like what? I graduated? Yeah, and then I was the one who ultimately asked the big question. [he said accusing yn]
Yn: I was going to ask him but he beat me to it, I’ll make sure I’ll be the one to propose first (propose as in engagement in case it is difficult to understand!!) [yn muttered as Beomgyu got shy, crimson enveloping his cheeks and ears]
Yn: awh,, is my baby all shy? [yn coo-ed at their boyfriend who immediately hid away in yn’s embrace]
Meetnyc2ouples: how long have you two been dating?
Yn: eleven and..? [yn trailed off not sure, seeking help from beomgyu]
Beomgyu: and a half [he completes,, way more composed than before]
Yn: right! Eleven and a half, going strong!
Meetnyc²ouples: can I ask what is your favorite thing about each other?
Beomgyu: this is gonna sound real cliché but I think they just get me way better than anyone else I’ve ever met. I mean they truly feel like my soulmate, my best friend, life partner I mean- yeah,, I don’t know how I lived all these years without them honestly [beomgyu’s gaze is overflowing with love as he answers never looking away from yn, while yn looks away from him ears burning]
Yn: my favorite thing about Beomgyu would be his silly little text messages that I used to- and still receive, I think that laid the foundation for our relationship,, although I cant leave out the cheesy pickup lines he still uses.
Meetnyc²ouples: adorable,, what’s your favorite thing to do together?
Yn: probably exactly what you just saw us doing, since we both work and have tight schedules, we try to find time for each other and that, more often than not results in just us walking around the city, exploring new spots, new people,, uh, yeah, I just love the quality time.
Meetnyc²ouples: oh, and before we leave, what are your names?
Beomgyu: they're yn and im Beomgyu
,,I settled on c² because writing meetnyccouples would look kinda odd,, so using my big brain i squared it!! Hence the name meetnyc²ouples— thank you for coming to my Ted talk!
⚝ what can a bartender do?
Drunk Choi Yeonjun finds himself attracted to a specific bartender, what happens when they give in though? tw- drinking, making out, bartender!reader, kinda red flag yj(?), first time writing in 2nd person (you prns used)
It was a coincidence when you and yeonjun first met at the bar, you had just joined in as a bartender- the very first day on this job, Choi yeonjun- their loaded and a regular customer came in.
“Oh? what’s a new face doing here?” he asks taking a seat in front of you, eyes darting inspecting every inch of your body.
“Sir, yeonjun! Glad to see you here, this is our new employee- yn ln; don’t worry too much about it, I’ll send in your regular bartender!” your manager standing along with other employees spoke with a sickeningly sweet tone. Seems like this yeonjun was a big deal.
Yeonjun's eyes remained fixed on you, seemingly uninterested in the replacement. The silence stretched as he pondered for a second too long, making you feel smaller under his scrutinizing gaze. Finally, he let out a sigh before replying.
“no need, let’s see what pretty face here can do tonight” he said, a mischievous smirk latching onto his face
Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you approached him with a professional smile. "What can I get you, Mr. Yeonjun?" you asked, your voice steady despite the nervous energy coursing through you.
Yeonjun leaned back against the bar, his gaze never leaving yours. "Surprise me," he replied, a glint of amusement in his eyes.
Undeterred, you concocted a cocktail, carefully selecting ingredients that ypu thought would match his usual preferences. Placing the drink in front of him, you awaited his verdict.
He eyed the drink for a moment before lifting it to take a sip. A subtle smile curved his lips, and he nodded in approval. "Not bad, Y/N. Maybe you're not just a pretty face after all," he remarked, a playful edge in his voice.
//
As the night wore on, Yeonjun found himself on the tipsier side of intoxication. His usual charismatic charm had given way to a more carefree demeanor, and it was evident that he had reached his limit. Concerned for his well-being, you decided it to guide him to a more private and comfortable space.
"Yeonjun-ssi, I think it's best if you take a break in one of our private rooms. It'll be quieter, and you can relax there," you suggested, offering him a steadying hand.
With a lopsided grin, Yeonjun agreed, allowing you to lead him to one of the bar's secluded rooms. The door closed behind you, muffling the sounds of the lively bar. The room was dimly lit, with a soft ambiance that contrasted with the bustling energy outside.
"Wait here for a moment, Yeonjun-ssi. I'll make sure you have everything you need," you said, moving around the room to diming the lighting and make it cozier. There was a small couch against one wall, adorned with plush cushions, providing a comfortable spot for Yeonjun.
As you turned to check on him, you found Yeonjun lounging on the couch, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "What's the occasion, yn? Bringing me to a private room... feels a bit intimate, don't you think?" he teased, a playful smirk on his lips.
You chuckled, trying to maintain professionalism, "Just making sure you're comfortable, Yeonjun-ssi. Is there anything specific you need?"
Yeonjun's gaze lingered on you, his expression shifting to a more sincere one. "Just your company would be perfect, yn."
As you moved about the room, adjusting the ambiance, Yeonjun decided to stretch out, his gaze following your every move. Just as you were about to turn away, the unexpected weight of Yeonjun's intoxicated state took you by surprise. Unprepared for the sudden burden, you stumbled backward, arms flailing.
With a quick reflex, Yeonjun smoothly caught you, his hands gripping your shoulders. The room seemed to spin for a moment as you found yourself pressed against the wall. Yeonjun's strong presence enveloped you, and you could feel the warmth of his touch on your skin.
"Careful there, yn," he chuckled, the playful glint returning to his eyes. However, something shifted between you two in that fleeting moment – something unspoken lingered in the air.
As you regained your balance, there was a palpable tension, a silent acknowledgment of the closeness that had unexpectedly blossomed. Yeonjun, with a smirk, let his hands linger on your shoulders for a moment longer than necessary. The air crackled with a subtle energy as his gaze bore into yours.
In that charged moment, Yeonjun's expression changed, and his playful demeanor gave way to something more intense. Almost instinctively, he brought both hands to the wall on either side of your face, effectively trapping you.
The sudden closeness made your breath hitch, and as you looked up at him, something flickered between you two. The dim light cast a shadow over his features, accentuating the mystery in his eyes. Yeonjun, almost imperceptibly, leaned in, the distance between your lips narrowing.
However, you halted him with a hand placed gently on his chest, eyes averted. The playful atmosphere shifted to one of unspoken tension. "Yeonjun-ssi," you murmured, the vulnerability in your voice contrasting with the charged air. The moment hung suspended a delicate distance between desire and restraint.
//
Yet here you were, lost in the warmth of his kisses, the very person you had resisted just a few weeks ago. How did you find yourself entangled in his embrace? The questions lingered, but in the heat of the moment, you dared not challenge the allure that Choi Yeonjun had cast upon you.
With every harsh pull of his lips against yours, the firm yet tender pull of your waist into his embrace, and the low, appreciative groans that escaped him with every tug on his hair, you let him get you more and more. None of it made sense and perhaps, you didn’t want it to make sense either.
Maybe just for this night, you’d let yourself have him.
“please..” he pleaded, as you moved along his jaw, littering kisses all over him, devouring him whole.
You continued to trail kisses along his jawline, savoring the taste of the forbidden moment. The air crackled with tension, desire woven into the fabric of the dimly lit room. His half-lidded eyes and slightly parted lips begged for more.
"What are you pleading for, Yeonjun?" you asked, pulling back for a moment to lock eyes with him. His gaze, intense and filled with a mixture of emotions, met yours with a raw honesty that struck a chord within you.
His response came as a breathy exhale, a plea wrapped in the simplicity of his request. "Mm, dunno. Please, just continue."
And that you did.
a/n: ahhh i love him sm!! i just want to gobble him up entirely
LITTLE MORE
Synopsis- yn boasting their relationship with yj on twt, their frnd grp getting pissed off on the tl (time line)
Warnings- fluff, cursing (as usual), slight taebin at the end, fully smau
All the photos are taken frm twt,, fin~
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Synopsis- yn boasting their relationship with yj on twt, their frnd grp getting pissed off on the tl (time line)
Warnings- fluff, cursing (as usual), slight taebin at the end, fully smau
All the photos are taken frm twt,, part 3
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Synopsis- yn boasting their relationship with yj on twt, their frnd grp getting pissed off on the tl (time line)
Warnings- fluff, cursing (as usual), slight taebin at the end, fully smau
All the photos are taken frm twt,, part 2
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⚝ LITTLE MORE
This is a mini 3-4 part yeonjun x gn! Reader series of something I thought on the spot!!
Note- yn and the txt grp are already close, this is an established relationship, set in uni, reader has a cat named fifi (who will almost always be present in my smau's!!
Synopsis- yn boasting their relationship with yj on twt, their frnd grp getting pissed off on the tl (time line)
Warnings- fluff, cursing (as usual), taebin at the end, fully smau
All the photos are taken frm twt!!
Part 1: thread 🧵
Part 2: meeting the parents + more
Part 3: i love my bf + more
Extras: posts that i forgot to add 😭/ didn't hv space for
⚝ NEVER MINE TO BEGIN WITH
Synopsis- yn loves yeonjun who is unable to reciprocate yn's love, because yeonjun is still in love with his past lover who now, lives among the stars
Warnings- angst, complicated writing
Yn was handed a broken heart, which would never belong to him.
Married off to mend the shattered pieces of a heart that were never his. The vows spoken, the promises made, were like heavy chains binding him to a reality where he was a passenger, not the captain of his own destiny. The love he harbored for yeonjun, his chosen one, was a flame that flickered against the gusts of life's harsh winds, refusing to be extinguished.
In the shared spaces of his abode, yn discovered very early on that devotion alone to his lover, wasn’t able to bridge the gap that had formulated in between them. The echoes of his efforts reverberated back to him, a reminder that love, despite being genuine, isn’t always reciprocated.
Yn had always almost been there- yn had always almost never been enough though.
People often say, that to die while loving is glorious- is the epitome of true love! but is it truly? Yn asks himself shielding his fragile heart from constant winds of barren lands of love; envious of yeonjun’s object of love that had stolen each and every piece of affection from yn even after years of passing away.
“I love you, yeonjun,” yn offers to his husband- his loved one, but the only thing echoes back is his own words. Yeonjun brakes free from yn’s hold, and yn’s resolve to love yeonjun for eternity breaks a little. Chipping away at the edges of his heart like fragile porcelain, leaving behind hairline fractures that whispered of the silent agony he endured.
Afterall, yeonjun's love was never his to begin with.
⚝ CHOI LINE AS DOORDASHIANS
@/gyumibear had made a TXT doordash au way before I did please go read it as well linked here!
TXT Choi line x gn! Reader (except for one chat where yj calls you 'who's a hungry boy')
SYNOPSIS- texts between your dashers and you
WARNINGS-slight cursing
