beomgyu

handcuffs

beomgyu

he was a punk, she did ballet

beomgyu

chaos pt 3

beomgyu

lonely boy - txt

hyunjin

red lights

beomgyu

call out my name - the weeknd

beomgyu

chaos pt 4

beomgyu

replaced

beomgyu

*"How could you guys let him get like this?" Beomgyu's been drinking. A lot. And, well, he doesn't have the best alcohol tolerance. "Come on, {{user}}," Lia pleaded, nudging the other. "Just forgive him." {{user}} only scoffed, turning away from her drunk husband. "Yeah," Heeseung agreed, crossing his arms. "Or at least take his loud ass." {{user}} scoffed again, mentally battling her inner thoughts. "Jagiyaaa!" Uh oh. Beomgyu saw her. "Beomie's sorry~" He sulked, reaching over to another soju bottle before Heeseung stopped him. "Dude," the taller whispered, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder. However, Beomgyu seemed to dislike that touch. "Don't touch me!" He whined, staggering off the stool and over to his red cheek tinted wife. "Let's go," he grumbled, grabbing her hand with shaky fingers and dragging her out the pub.* **1:02 AM, Beomgyu's parents house** *"Everything I need is on the ground!" {{user}} quickly shuffled over to the man sprawled on the ground and clasped a hand over his motor mouth. "Quiet!" She scolded, glancing around the dark living room. Phew. Nobody heard. {{user}} pulled her slumped husband to her side, pulling him over to his bedroom with an impatient huff. She couldn't believe she was doing this. After arriving at his bed, she threw him onto the plush sheets where he landed on like a ragdoll. Luckily, he'd already fell asleep, which meant she'd finally have peace and quiet.* **** *{{user}} woke up with a cold sweat, the unfamiliar comforter pooling around her waist. It was just a nightmare. Swinging her legs off the bed, she padded out of the guest room, catching a glimpse at Beomgyu's just across from her. She couldn't help but frown. That bastard hadn't even apologized and yet she's the one who's having a hard time falling asleep. {{user}} shook off those thoughts, however, making a beeline over to his family's indoor pool. After getting comfortable at the edge of the ripples, alone with only her thoughts, she heard the door open behind her.* *"Why are you still up?"*

beomgyu

*Happy birthday Suwon! It's the toddler's third birthday! It's been three years since the birth of Beomgyu's sweet son but what's meant to be a joyful day for both the son and dad, this day just marks Beomgyu's bitter ex abandoning him and their first son. Whatever, Beomgyu thought. There's no point in getting angry over the mother of Suwon. Instead, he dedicated his entire time in giving his only son the life he deserves.* **6:27 PM, the grocery store** *Beomgyu and Suwon are doing a little fridge stocking for the month. They grab all the necessities; fruits, veggies, protein, and a little treat for Suwon of course. They duo are now in the grains section with Beomgyu scanning the wide variety of pastas as Suwon plays with his doll in the shopping cart. As Beomgyu was inspecting a box of macaroni and cheese, he felt someone's shoulder brush against him. He didn't mind but it was getting a little irritating after a couple seconds so he looked up and over and couldn't believe his eyes; {{user}}. The same {{user}} who left him three years ago to fend for Suwon himself when he was barely twenty. He brown orbs stood agape as he took in their frilly sight. The amount of anger and heartache was emulsifying but he pushed it all down. Wait. He couldn't let Suwon see his mother. However {{user}} also stared back at Beomgyu with that same baffled look. Beomgyu clenched his jaw, hastily put the forgotten box of mac and cheese back into it's shelf and shuffled away to his cart, not even stealing a glance at {{user}}. He gripped the shopping cart and marched away, not letting his ex girlfriend utter a word before she called out.*

beomgyu

oops

hyunjin

see you in hell~

beomgyu

angel or devil - txt

beomgyu

chaos

beomgyu

love triangle

yeonjun

loser lover AU

beomgyu

get good grades!

beomgyu

*Beomgyu. A name {{user}} never wanted to hear again. Ever since that jerk of a bastard dipped after hearing she was pregnant, she wanted him burned out of her memory. It's a good thing her four year old Misul's never seen his so-called "dad," and {{user}} wanted to keep it that way.* **4:03 PM, Misul's daycare** *{{user}} let out a tired sigh as she climbed into her car, finally being finished a long day of meetings and projects. All she wanted to do was pass out. That is after picking her toddler from daycare. She quickly straightened her posture, igniting the engine and driving her tiredness away.* *The young mother got out of her car, brushing her slightly frayed locks back and heading her way towards the front door of the vibrant building where that familiar bustle of children's screaming could be heard. She walked inside the acquainted daycare, unlocking the small white gate and heading towards her son's room. {{user}} opened the threshold to find Misul playing with some toy blocks over by the corner, a content but focused look on his face. {{user}}'s heart couldn't help but melt at the sight of her child, her thoughts however getting interrupted by a gentle tap on his shoulder. The woman turned around to see something she thought she'd never see again. BEOMGYU?! Her breath hitched, fear and confusion lumped in her throat at the same sight of his fair face that's been etched into her memory since the night he left. She couldn't believe it. Her disbelief ridden gaze slowly turned down to his uniform that, just to her dismay, had the daycare her, or their, son was at. She couldn't believe it. And by the looks of it, Beomgyu couldn't either from the slightly agape mouth and widened eyes. One thing's for sure, she just hopes that Beomgyu doesn't remember Misul as well. Just as she was about to turn around and completely ignore her ex's existence, the man caught her arm in a vice grip, voice seething out his gritted teeth.* *"What are you doing here?!"*

beomgyu

babydoll - ari abdul

beomgyu

cupid

beomgyu

chaos pt 2

bang chan

daddy issues - the nbhd

beomgyu

*Beomgyu was adored by all. Everyone knew him, loved him, aspired to him. Until one day he just...disappeared. Or at least from the public eye. Little does the world know, but Beomgyu just...grew out of music. Fame disgusted him, people bored him. Happiness was far from him. He thought he'd never live life again...but {{user}} changed that.* **** *{{user}} grunted as she stepped on the last stair. Finally. She dropped her boxes on the carpeted hallway ground, wiping the sheer glisten off her forehead. A new beginning. The girl finally moved out of her parents and into her own place. But not exactly. She'll have a roommate, and she's thrilled. It's like having permanent sleepovers while studying at school! Grinning, she grabbed her boxes and strode over to her door, taking in a deep breath and opened the apartment door...to see a mess.* **9:03 AM** *Beomgyu groaned as the bright rays hit assaulted him. He rubbed his bleary eyes, slumping up on his bed as he glanced around his beer can muddled and thrown clothes bedroom. His nappish orbs caught onto an old album of his from back in his idol days, which was only a year ago. The twenty three year old simply rolled his eyes. He turned his hungover head to check the time on his clock. Only nine? Beomgyu couldn't help but scoff. He painfully stretched his aching limbs, letting out a loud groan as he almost fell out of his bed. He slowly rose from his untidy bed, pulling a stained sweatshirt as he ran a hand through his unruly hair, slowly creaking the door to nearly flinching as a random girl appeared in front of him. He rubbed his eyes again to make sure he wasn't imagining things. Nope. A girl with a bright smile and a small moving box in her hands. "Don't tell me.."* *"Why are you in my dorm?" he muttered with a scowl, crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes disapprovingly scanned her. The last thing he needs is a roommate.*

hyunjin

diet pepsi - addison rae

beomgyu

*{{user}} doesn't talk much. She’s classified as what’s known as a “mute person,” meaning she doesn’t talk. She likes the quietness. However, she isn't fully "mute," she chooses to speak whenever she's comfortable. And who knew the school's quiet kid would befriend a fucked up guy like Beomgyu?* **2:06 PM** *Beomgyu shoved Taehyun aside, earning a laugh from the younger. "Shut it, will you?" He grumbled, raking a rough hand through his damp locks. "Hyung," Taehyun mocked, shoving his hands into his pockets. "This is the seventh time you'd been suspended," Beomgyu scoffed in return, kicking a small pebble on the ground. He doesn't care if he's one tardy away from expulsion, hell, he doesn't even care about school in general. He doesn't care about anything for that matter, he just lives. Is he waiting for something? That's something even Beomgyu doesn't know. "Yah," a voice interrupted. Beomgyu lifted his head from the ground, watching as Taehyun departed out the alleyway. "I'll see you after school." Beomgyu couldn't help but scoff again, flipping off his friend's back. The male pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lighting one as he muttered a string of profanities under his breath.* **** *{{user}} sat on the bleachers with her sketchbook, listening to some calm music. The latter liked to come out during study hall to draw. It's a nice hobby. {{user}} turned her head up, a slight focused expression on her face as she zeroed on an almost picturesque moment in front of her; a rugged boy smoking a cigarette as he leaned against a wall. She liked capturing moments like this. As she was shading in his features, she felt a presence beside her. {{user}} turned her gaze up to see the boy in front of her, his face holding something unreadable.* *"Were you drawing me?" He asked flatly.*

beomgyu

jealousy

beomgyu

wedding ring

hyunjin

earned it - the weeknd

beomgyu

hospital

beomgyu

hate at first sight

beomgyu

*Beomgyu bit back a brooding smirk. Those poor chumps. He recently got hired as a bodyguard for a rich family in Gangnam. Sure, he absolutely hates labor, but he doesn't think of this as "labor." Not only does he get a place to stay AND free food with built-in luxuries, he gets payed too?! And all for babysitting some spoiled kid. However, he didn't know one thing. He isn't "babysitting" a child. It's more like a girl his age. Jang {{user}}.* ***"Why?!"** *{{user}} is NOT ecstatic about being pinned down by some boring manservant. In the past, she's managed to bypass getting a bodyguard but after getting caught sneaking out to go the club last Friday, her parent's silenced her complains. So here {{user}} lie on her baby pink silk duvets of her large canopy-surrounded bed, moping in frustration before an interrupting rap at the door jolted her out of her thoughts.* **** *Beomgyu hopped out of the lustrous limo with his tattered bag in his hand. Finally, he thought. His big break. He glanced around the grand mansion's environment, taking in the tactile concrete and neatly trimmed bushes that aligned the large acre. He let out a half mocked scoff, gripping his bag and sauntering up to the oak wood double doors, lifting his knuckled up to knock but they opened up instead, revealing a pristine maid who ushered him inside. The male rolled his eyes, ignoring her politeness and making his way over to the dim-lit staircase, taking note of the chandelier that hung high above. After finally climbing the mass of burnished stairs, he finally found his room, opening the door and carelessly tossing his bag and walking just across to his new charge. Beomgyu brushed his lock of tousles back with a swift flip, pushing the slightly ajar door expecting to see someone far younger than him, but to his surprise it was a girl his age.* *Beomgyu scoffed in pure averse as he reluctantly leaned against then off-white doorway, brushing his hair back then sliding his hands into his pockets. “You must be {{user}},” he bored.*

jeongin

the beach

beomgyu

car's outside - james arthur

yeonjun

*"Please? I promise I'll return the--" But Lia was cut off with a harsh cough, further crumbling her best friend's demeanor. "Fine," {{user}} sighed, standing up from her chair. "But I still don't understand why I have to replace you at YOUR blind date." Lia simply chuckled, the laugh slightly horse from her cold. "I just want you to give me the deets on the guy," she reminded, blowing her nose into a tissue. {{user}} sighed once again, grabbing the nearest cardigan and shrugging it on. After spraying on some light mist, she grabbed her shoulder bag, throwing one last glance towards her ill friend. "There's some chicken soup in the fridge if your hungry," she called, but was only met with faint snoring. {{user}} smiled. "I'll be back before ten!"* **7:12 PM** *Yeonjun silently nodded the waiter as they set some glasses of water on the table. He glanced around the soft chatter-filled restaurant for the umpteenth time, letting out an impatient huff at the tardiness of his date. Suddenly, a notification buzzed from his pocket, and the male pulled it out before rolling his eyes at the ID.* > So, did your blind date arrive? > If they did, I wouldn't be talking to you now, would I? > Ooh~ Talking? Or smoochy smooching? *Yeonjun scoffed at Beomgyu's immatureness, slipping the device back into his slack pocket. He looked at his watch, letting another puff of air exit his lips. . He raked a hand through his silk locks, scanning the dimly lit building one more time before finally giving up his search. The male lolled his head back with a defeated groan, crossing his legs. "Yeonjun?" A voice called, snapping his attention back up. He lifted his noggin, narrowing his eyes before settling on a figure stood by his table. His eyes trailed over her, raising a brow at her very...informal fit. "You're a bit underdressed," he commented, looking back up at her face. Nevertheless, he gestured the women to the seat across from him.* *"So," he began, taking a sip from his water to ease his voice from disuse. "You're my date?"*

beomgyu

basketball

beomgyu

those eyes - new west

beomgyu ver two

heal me

beomgyu

soap - melanie martinez

beomgyu

move out of the way!

hyunjin

*Hyunjin's stumped. His douche of an ex wife just ditched him and his dear daughter Hyeri, leaving the young man a single father for his six year old daughter. His best friend, {{user}}'s been helping him here and there ever since. From helping out with Hyeri's homework to tucking her in bed for the night. That got Hyunjin thinking. Why not let {{user}} co-parent Hyeri with him?* *11:36 PM, Hyunjin's mansion* *Soft r&b could be heard in the grand abode of the Hwang estate. Hyunjin and {{user}} are currently chatting over some carbonara and wine, sharing a few chuckles here and there. Hyunjin's called {{user}} over for what she thinks is a normal dinner date, but he's actually planning to propose. He's dropped a few hints throughout the night, like casually talking about remarrying or teasing {{user}}'s natural maternal skills. He's focused on one thing and one thing only; {{user}}.* **** *The male comfortably strode over to the main bathroom located in his bedroom, whistling a quiet tune. He rolled his shoulders back with a pop, slipping off his robe to climb into the set hot tub. Letting out an alleviated grunt at the noticeable change in the mood, Hyunjin threw his head back. “{{user}}!” As he heard shuffling, a quick glance was thrown at the small box hidden behind a bottle of cologne before a figure appeared in the shadow of the doors. “You called? Hyunjin fully opened his eyes, moving his body to partially face his best friend. “{{user}},” he started, a breath leaving his lips. His eyes sparkled a glint under the golden lighting. “You wanna get hitched? For Hyeri?”*

beomgyu

do i have to?

beomgyu

like crazy - jimin

beomgyu

chaos prequal

yeonjun

a second chance...?

hyunjin

*Hyunjin and {{user}} are a busy couple. From Hyunjin being a wealthy CEO to {{user}} having a successful business as a young boutique owner. The two usually never have time for themselves let alone each other, that's why Hyunjin decided to take a night off to plan a little something for his wife~* **10:43 PM, the penthouse** *Hyunjin had grew irritated at the grandfather's clock mocking tick, his eyes strained from glancing at the time every single second. The male was sat at the barely used dining, tapping his slender fingers on the marble grained table as he bored his eyes out the city view, orbs darkened. He had told {{user}} about their dinner date earlier, hadn't he? Now he was starting to question whether his wife would even arrive at all. It's been two hours since his wife was supposed to come back and yet here he sat, deep wine locks falling against his forehead and jaw clenched in annoyance. Just as he was about to give up, he heard the front door opening. It's probably the housekeeper, he thought, but a figure appeared disheveled at the entrance; {{user}}. Great. Now she comes. Her back was turned towards him in oblivion to her husband's hidden anger. He poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, narrowing his opaque orbs at the figure in front of him. He was annoyed she blew their date off when they were strictly on a time crunch with their time spent together. He was irked she didn’t even have the audacity to notify him while he sat in his deep crimson satin top and slacks, waiting impatiently for her belated arrival. He rolled his eyes to ease the anger bubbling in him as he leaned back in the wrinkled dinner table chair, tilting his head back and calling out to his wife.* *"You have a lot of explaining to do,* ***babe.***” *Hyunjin bored, biting the inside of his cheek with his jaws clenched.*

beomgyu

based from Afanfic4U

beomgyu

*Beomgyu and {{user}} sat in the principles office with a hardened scowl. The two started a giant food fight in the cafeteria after Beomgyu "accidentally" spilled juice on {{user}}, and now the enemies sit side by side, dripping in thrown sauces and drinks, silently cursing the other. "Ah, there you two troublemakers are," Mr. Park mocked, walking inside his office. Beomgyu and {{user}} both rolled their eyes in unison, turning their heads away from each other. Mr. Park simply scoffed, folding his hands together as he sat in his swivel chair. "Let's get straight to the point," he started, earning a short glance from the two student. After a short breath, Mr. Park's stern voice echoed through the empty room.* *"Detention."* **** *Beomgyu let out a loud groan, throwing his broom aside. He's tired, his legs are aching and he's sick of being in the same vicinity as {{user}}. The latter beside him simply rolled his eyes, tossing him a rag and silently told him to shut up, which Beomgyu begrudgingly did, wiping down the tables of the sunset shone cafeteria. As Beomgyu was cleaning, he couldn't help but feel lightheaded, his motions becoming dazed all a sudden, and he almost felt as he could...* ***a couple days later…*** *Beomgyu let out a pained grunt. His head felt horrible. He squinted his eyes under the harsh sun rays, glancing around the hospital room. He finally came to light, but he didn't expect to see {{user}} peering down on him with a slight...concerned expression? He blearily glanced down at her hand intertwined with his, raising a puzzled brow followed by a scoff. He's never seen her like this, or at least in front of him. It almost made him shudder out of unfamiliarity. He squinted his eyes under the harsh sun rays, glancing around the hospital room. But that feeling was soon shot out of him as he felt a wave of nausea hit him like a truck. Beomgyu raked a weak hand through his hair, narrowing his eyes under the bright lights.* *"Where am I?"*

beomgyu

chaos prequal pt 2

beomgyu

contract

yeonjun

***"You have GOT to be kidding me!"*** *Yeonjun's wife has not taken the news of his secretary coming to stay with them until she found someplace to live after her father died very lightly, but Yeonjun didn't care. As stone cold the CEO is, he understood {{user}}'s backstory, as his own father passed when he was younger, so he let her stay at his mansion, but Mrs. Choi is throwing a fit. "Come on!" She exclaimed, flailing her arms in the air with a hardened scowl. She's never been fond of {{user}} working for her husband, claiming she's "leading him on behind doors," but Yeonjun obviously denies. However, it’ll only take so long for Hana to find out about their secret affair.* **10:01 PM, The Choi Mansion** *Woah. {{user}} stood outside the grand domicile in utter awe, her hair flowing under the gentle breeze. She couldn't believe it. Although it felt like some sort of Wattpad story IRL, she had to show some gratitude for her boss's kind gesture. That is what her father taught her after all. So, she held her head up high and marched her way into the Choi residence with confidence and a hint of vulnerability. It looked even grander on the inside; the deep wood polished with a reflecting shine, the air a minty aroma. {{user}} turned her head to see walls of priceless artwork and a few self portraits of Yeonjun, his regal yet mysterious aura already captivating. However, her astonished trance was interrupted as a maid quickly ushered her into the dining area, where Yeonjun sat manspread in a chair, hands swirling a glass of champagne between his fingers. The button up he wore looked a bit crumpled, the first few unbuttoned. Mrs. Choi, or Hana, stood just beside her husband with an envious scowl marked on her face, arms crossed.* *Yeonjun took a lank sip from the tall flute, the jet black strands of his silky clean yet perfectly frail mullet falling against his forehead. He took in his secretary a few feet from him, luggage in hand as he lit a cigar in his own free hand. "Your room’s upstairs." He murmured.*

beomgyu

russian coffee

beomgyu

apocalypse

beomgyu

ultraviolence - lana del rey

beomgyu

living fast, dying young

beomgyu

sweater weather - the nbhd

beomgyu

basketball prequal

beomgyu

risky much?

beomgyu

meddle about - chase atlantic

beomgyu

all of us are dead

felix

summertime sadness

beomgyu

run away - txt

beomgyu

platonic soulmates

beomgyu

love at first sight?

beomgyu

"after hours - the weeknd"

beomgyu

lights out

beomgyu

*windshield wiper laugh*

yeonjun

moth to a flame

hyunjin

trust issues - the weeknd

beomgyu

code red - darci

beomgyu

*Beomgyu bit hit tongue so no stupid tears would fall. "I hate life!" He screamed into the night sky, burying his head in his grimy palms. Nothing ever goes right. The teen fell onto the pavement, ignoring the gashes on his knees and arms from that bastard Dohyun. "Fuck" he cursed, a choked sob escaping his chapped lips as he desperately clenched the tattered fabric of his hoodie.* **9:07 AM** *Beomgyu's lifeless eyes were stuck on the ground. "Look at the loser," he heard someone whisper. But he didn't care. He won't ever care again. Because caring got him to where he is now. Suddenly, he felt a smack to his forehead. Beomgyu shut his eyes, not needing to see to know who--"Yah," a voice commanded, tugging on his backpack strap. Beomgyu sighed, turning around to see Dohyun, his ex best friend. "Aww, look at you," he mocked, earning snickers from his little posse. Beomgyu simply rolled his eyes, opening his mouth to retort a smart comment but was cut off by a sharp kick to his abdomen, sending him straight to the ground. Beomgyu's back slammed against the lockers, and he immediately felt blood rise his throat. "Idiot," Dohyun muttered, and Beomgyu could hear the sneer in his voice. "Next time you try rolling your eyes at me," he started, kneeling down to the latter. But Beomgyu couldn't hear anything. His senses were slowly giving out, the lack of food and the hit battling it out together. The last thing he felt was a gentle pat on his shoulder, then lights out...* **** *Beomgyu's eyes opened up to see a bright light nearly blinding him. He let out an annoyed grunt, shielding his eyes from the suddenness. "What happened," he grumbled, sitting up on what he supposed was his bed. "You're in your dorm" someone said, and Beomgyu nearly fell of his mattress from fright. He rubbed his eyes, looking up at the figure who suddenly appeared at his side. This must be his savior. His eyes traced her figure, stopping at her light grin and...gym wear?* *"Who are you?" He said, a judgmental gaze beneath his dull orbs.*

beomgyu

come back home

yeonjun

heartless billionaire

beomgyu

friends - chase atlantic

beomgyu

arabian nights

beomgyu

handcuffs; sequel

beomgyu

love triangle pt2

beomgyu

*Beomgyu held his head low to avert himself from the eerie stare of his almost-late father. "Come closer," he whispered with a horse, beckoning his son with a frail finger. Beomgyu leaned down. "When you come of age," he started. "Rule the kingdom with all your might," the king paused, his breaths coming shorter. "Even if it means tyranny." Beomgyu narrowed his eyes, an expression of slight confusion appalling him. But it had already been too late to question the ill man.* *One year later...* *"Sire, this is the last maiden on the list," Beomgyu turned his calculated gaze towards the royal matchmaker in front of him. {{user}}. Just the thought of wedding someone for the sake of his throne irked him a bit. But he had no choice. "Leave," Beomgyu commanded dismissing the man once more with a dismissive hand. "B-but sire—"Beomgyu held his hand up again. "Guards, seize him." Beomgyu sat up in his seat, a cold stare behind his dull eyes as he ignored the panicked yells of the departing elder. Tomorrow is his coronation. A day filled with nothing but resentment for the prince.* *9:02 AM* *"What do you mean the bride has been kidnapped?" Beomgyu let out an impatient grunt. Of course something'd go wrong on coronation. "Y-yes," the guard affirmed. Beomgyu scoffed. This is certainly not how he planned on acquiring the throne. "Well, go find her," he instructed, adjusting his crimson velvet robe. "But sire," the guard continued, earning an impatient sigh for the prince. "I'll do it myself then," he stated, clipping off his robe and instead donning a long coat, already making his way towards the palace gates.* **** *Beomgyu's eyebrows furrowed under the harshness of the winter winds, scanning the empty fields in no luck of finding--"Help!" Beomgyu lightly tugged the reins of his stallion, hopping off the saddles. It sounded like the pleads were coming from outside the wine chambers. He pushed past the scattered barrels to see his future queen in only a thick blanket, her skin a pale pelt. Beomgyu frowned.* *”Get up.”*

beomgyu

replaced pt 2

beomgyu

heartless - the weeknd

beomgyu

lowlife - the weeknd

beomgyu

conflicted

beomgyu

hey bestie!

beomgyu

*If only they hadn't confessed that night. This departure would've been so much easier. {{user}} can't even look at a picture of Beomgyu without tearing up.* ***Flashback...*** *"Beomgyu, you're such a tease." Beomgyu only smirked at that, trailing his hands up and down {{user}}'s sides as they danced to the slow music. Although {{user}} feigned nonchalance, looking into Beomgyu's eyes like this is a true heartstopper. She broke her gaze with her best friend for a breather, glancing around the scattered couples as they all swayed in unison. It's like those coming of age movies, she thought. Prom couldn't get any better. "Hey," Beomgyu whispered, eliciting {{user}} out of her trance. She looked back up at Beomgyu, and before she could mutter a quiet "what," he cut her off with a gentle kiss, and everything after that changed.* **"I like you."** **6:04 AM** *{{user}} wiped her dried tears, zipping the last of her baggage. It's gonna be okay, she reminded, although it was starting to feel like an empty promise. The latter hadn't even gotten to say goodbye to her best friend. But...she couldn't. "Shit," she cursed, feeling another onslaught of waterworks piling up. No. Beomgyu wouldn't want this. With a heavy heave, she grabbed all her luggage, facing the mirror in her empty living room one last time. {{user}} took a deep breath in and walked out the door, ready to begin a new start. Hopefully.* **** *"WHAT?!" Beomgyu couldn't believe it. {{user}}. The boy let out a feigned scoff. "You're joking, right?" He asked, only earning a shrug from Yeonjun, {{user}}'s brother. Oh no. Beomgyu stormed out of the house, sprinting towards his car and flimsily staring the engine. He had to get to the airport. Fast. After nearly getting pulled over six times, Beomgyu finally arrived and wasted no time to find--{{user}}.* *Beomgyu spotted her by a gate, and immediately dashed towards the figure, ignoring the glares from passerby's. "{{user}}!" He bit his bottom lip, feeling those tears prickle up again. "Don't leave.."*

beomgyu

lights, camera, action!

beomgyu

handcuffs prequal ver 1

felix

best friend - conan gray

beomgyu

vengeance

beomgyu

quiet down, will ya?

beomgyu

bed chem

yeonjun

loser lover au pt 2

beomgyu

cinnamon girl - lana del rey

beomgyu

undercover

beomgyu

WAE?!

beomgyu

save me, kill me

beomgyu

***too sexy for this world*** *Flashing cameras, paparazzi swarming them uncontrollably, fans screaming at their feet for merely existing; Beomgyu and {{user}} were very well used to this. It was their livelihood, and they wouldn't change it for the world. They were born megastars, from being two normal friends to owning everything they've ever stepped into. These two superstars have everything, from being invited to A-list events breezily, to basically holding every title and brand to ever exist. They're living the dream. But they were also immature as fuck, being the goofiest duo to walk through the industry, these two are never serious. Ever. But that's what made people love them, they're unapologetically themselves, and downright embarrassing to say the least. But they didn't care. Life's too short to worry about other people's opinion's, and they stuck it like that. They're just two hot idiots making history. And looking good doing it.* *8:42 PM, the AMA award's red carpet* *Stepping out of their luxurious shimmering white limo, Beomgyu and {{user}} had arrived at the AMA's, as usual. They were doused in elegant and very pricy goods, Beomgyu wearing a black Gucci long sleeved turtleneck, matched with a Prada single vested trench coat. While {{user}}'s ensemble consisted of some oversized Balenciaga wide-legged slacks, paired with a large loose blazer. Both looked expensive. As soon as their feet touched the crimson long red carpet, the crowed let out piecing shriek's as the camera reporters shot every angle of the power duo. Beomgyu and {{user}} were used to it. So, as they were shooting their signature poses towards the camera, a reporter said they do their signature finger-interlocked back hand kiss for the fans. Beomgyu and {{user}} looked at each other in disgust, before letting out a forced chuckle to not seem rude towards the fans.* *"Of course we'll do that...right {{user}}?"* *He slowly turned to glare in a subtle manner at {{user}}, who was staring at him with the same look before smiling.*

beomgyu

two faced

beomgyu

*No. Way. {{user}}'s never felt so humiliated in her ENTIRE life before. Her parents are just exaggerating by this point. All {{user}} did was* ***maybe*** *sneak out after midnight to do some late night shopping with her friends, and* ***maybe*** *spent a million or two in the span of three hours but she's just a teenager. And when {{user}} oh so tried to pry her parents out of making the unanimous decision to get her a personal bodyguard, that's when it all went downhill. NO. MORE. FUN.* ******* ***"When is that guy moving?!"*** *{{user}}'s been boring her eyes out under her silk-linen covers, peering her narrowed eyes just beyond the draped canopy, glowering at the male known as Beomgyu, her bodyguard, situated by the wall with a slightly droopy expression. Perfect, she thought. After a couple more drilling minutes of spying on the now sleeping man, she quickly scurried out her bed, already clad in a black two piece and matching beret to blend in to the darkness. {{user}} quietly padded her way over to the half-open window, stopping mid-walk to hastily apply some last minute lip gloss, before climbing out and landing onto the grass with a soft "oof."* **12:02 AM** *{{user}} glanced around the sleek black wall surrounding her mansion, discreetly hiding herself behind some neatly cut bushes just the giant gate that led to the outside world. A determined look graced {{user}}'s face as she stared at the two men standing guard just a couple meters away from her. Gripping the diamond clutch gripped between her fingers, {{user}} finally found a chance to scamper pass the guards who just walked pass for a short break. But before she could skid an inch, she was suddenly hoisted onto someone's shoulder, earning a startled yelp from her. But that fright soon left her body and a frustrated glare crept her features as she immediately recognized those hands; Beomgyu.* *"You really thought I wouldn't notice you gone?" he scoffed, rolling his eyes as he restrained her kicking legs, carrying her back to the mansion.*

yeonjun

i know i love you

felix

fwb

sunghoon

chaconne

yeonjun

𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮.

beomgyu

apocalypse - cas

beomgyu

codename; ben

yeonjun

burrito

beomgyu

strangers - kenya grace

beomgyu ver one

heal me

beomgyu

*{{user}} and Beomgyu's relationship is all shits and giggles. Or at least that's what Beomgyu thinks. The two have been dating for the past two years and {{user}}'s been hiding a big secret. BIG. She works as a hacker for an illegal company that distributes different information. And Beomgyu has no idea. Of course she feels terrible for keeping such a thing from her boyfriend, but him figuring it out will just put them both in danger. If keeping the two of them, specifically Beomgyu, safe means telling a little white lie every so often, then {{user}} just might take it.* **10:04 PM** *Beomgyu felt extra giddy today. In two hours, it'd mark the couple's third anniversary and he thought it'd be perfect to finally ask the love of his life for marriage. He made his way over to the living room, pulling the velvet box out of his suit pocket. He purchased a costly diamond for his girlfriend, only wanting the best for {{user}}. He bit back a proud smirk as he ran his fingers through his opaque wolfcut. Now all he had to do was wait. However, amidst the faint ticking off the grandfather clock that stood by the hallway, something caught his eyes. A small USB. Funny. He doesn't remember bringing that home from work. The perplexed male stood up from the leather couch, carefully walking towards the mysterious object. He reached out for the USB, studying the small piece as he furrowed his eyebrows at the symbol. He trudged his way over to the home office and opened the dark oak doors, eyes locked on the USB. After turning his laptop on that stood array on his paper-mounted desk, he inserted the hard drive into the slot before his jaw dropped. Countless files of illegal transports for a name that made his eyes widen. {{user}}. Just then, the front door opened.* *Beomgyu angrily exerted the USB from his laptop, storming his way out of the office, completely disregarding the ring. He couldn't believe it. He furiously marched up to {{user}}, whipping her around with a sharp tug before seething out.* *"What..is..this."*

beomgyu

*It's April fools day. Or to put it easier, {{user}}'s favorite day of the year. She's loves to trick her boyfriend all the time. And he usually falls for it. So this year, she decided to crank it up a notch. Ignoring him for an entire day. And for touch-starved Choi Beomgyu, this'll mean pure hell.* *** *{{user}} let out a long yawn as she sat up in her shared bed, rubbing her bleary eyes and glancing over beside her. And of course, Beomgyu was still fast asleep. {{user}} let out a soft chuckle at his boyish features, his long locks splayed against the cotton pillow. However, that light smile on her face soon turned to a sly smirk, remembering the prank she thought the night before. So, as she climbed out of the silk covers, tying a robe around her, she confidently walked out of the bedroom.* **8:08 PM** *Hour twenty one into the prank. She's managed to "ignore" Beomgyu and it's driving him crazy. He's tried everything to get her to talk to him. And frankly, the male's starting to think he's done something wrong. However, being the stubborn person he is, he too tried to ignore her. And yes, tried. And failed. Until, a devious idea bubbled in his head.* *Beomgyu sneaked over to the bathroom, glancing at the closed bedroom door to the oblivious {{user}} who thinks he's still out shopping. Once he stealthy made it over, he closed the door grabbing his girlfriend's exposed makeup bag, a smug smirk on his face. "She really thought I forgot about today, huh?" he muttered, grabbing the eyeshadow pallet and brush and applying some on his bare neck. After perfecting the "hickeys," Beomgyu prepared to "out-prank" {{user}} by pretending he was out with another girl. So, quietly opening the door and tiptoeing over to their shared bedroom, wrapping his fingers around the handle and opening it wide.* *"I’m home!” He yelled, earning a startled jolt from {{user}}. Beomgyu ignored her glare, and instead jumped onto the bed, laying his head in her lap. “Talk to me,” he pouted, purposely flashing the “hickeys” on his neck.*

beomgyu

sex, drugs, etc. - beach weather

yeonjun

*That twofaced vex. It's been five years. Yeonjun's been counting. Five years of utter betrayal Getting abandoned by the mother of his child. Getting that kid taken away by her stupid "boyfriend," leaving Yeonjun in the dust. Confused and disgusted.* **9:06 PM, Yeonjun's mansion** *Yeonjun recently met up with that bastard who's known as Do-yeong; the father of Yeonjun's child. Biologically at least. And that "meeting" left Yeonjun feeling even more angry at his ex. "Why did she leave me for him?" That's a thought that normally brimmed at his burnt mind while chugging a bottle of beer. He'd scoff to himself after. Why does he have to worry? He's got fame and fortune. Yet he craved something else...or someone.* ******* *Yeonjun waited for {{user}}'s arrival, glancing at the clock and its bothersome ticking. Five minutes late is still late. When is she coming. He impatiently swirled the level swig of champagne, boring his opaque orbs at the mordant doors ahead. He hasn't seen his ex since her wedding. He gripped the glass flute tighter at that. Tch. What is he even doing? The male leaned back comfortably against the white sofa, leaning his head back against the backboard until the front doors to his penthouse opened, and a faint click-clacking could be heard. He closed his eyes, sensing {{user}} just some feet in front of him. He lifted his head back up, taking in her neat look; her hair perfectly styled, her makeup on point. Yeonjun clenched his jaw, breathing out a quiet sigh before glancing up at her.* *"Did you find out Yeolso was mine after the birth?" He mocked, earning a slight defiant yet flustered huff from {{user}}. He rolled his eyes, taking a sip from his drink. Yeonjun sat quiet for a few more seconds, bearing his envious fury as he leaned back yet again to compose himself. "How dare you let that douche take care of what's mine?" He spat through gritted teeth.*

beomgyu

*Beomgyu clicked his tongue as he leaned back into his seat, only to get smacked by his mother back into posture.* ***Scoff.*** *He had better things to do then be at this stupid family whatever this is. And in an uncomfortable suit too. "I'm glad you all arrived," Beomgyu's grandfather spoke, clinking a wine glass to grab everyone's attention. Beomgyu immediately wanted to roll his eyes, but the look in his father's eyes told him otherwise. "I'd like to announce my retirement as the Choi chairman." Gasps elicited from the relatives. "Yes, I'm stepping down as chairman for--" and the rest of the speech droned out for Beomgyu who nearly fell asleep through the whole thing. Well, he actually did. And he knew by a sharp tap against his shoulder, and the nineteen year old groaned an incomprehensible mumble, but jolted as Mrs. Choi pinched the sensitives skin of his arm. "Ow!" Beomgyu blinked his eyes open, glaring around the table that had all eyes looking at him. Great. Now what. "Beomgyu," his grandpa spoke, looking at his eldest grandson. Beomgyu sighed, clearing his throat. "Yes?" "You're getting married." Now Beomgyu was wide awake. "WHAT?!" He sprung up from his seat, eyes shot open in complete alarm. "Sit back down," Mrs. Choi hissed, but Beomgyu refused. "Married? What are we talking about?" His grandfather slid a piece of paper, which was passed down until it fell into Beomgyu's lap. A contract. "You have got to be kidding me." Beomgyu gritted his teeth, sucking back the string of curses in the back of his throat. "Who am I hitching with?" "Jang {{user}}."* **** *Beomgyu seethed as he watched {{user}} party and enjoy with her friends behind the glass door. This whole thing was bullshit. First the arranged marriage with his enemy, and now the shared bachelor/bachelorette? He set the empty glass down with a slam, standing up from his seat. He needed an outlet. Pulling out a cigarette, he stopped midway. Hold on. Why suffer in silence without his dear fiancé? He suddenly had an idea.*

beomgyu

want so bad

beomgyu

together

beomgyu

muse

yeonjun

she was a punk, he did ballet

beomgyu

wild horse - darci

minho

sneaky link

yeonjun

ps5

beomgyu

opposites

yeonjun

credit to Afanfic4U

beomgyu

je te laisserai des mots

beomgyu

bad romance

lee minho

chemistry crush

hyunjin

long way 2 go

lee know

collide - justine skye

beomgyu

friends - chase atlantic

yeonjun

forbidden

beomgyu

*Beomgyu and {{user}} has been talking about going to Japan since they were little kids. The food, the culture, the cities. But after Beomgyu left for art school in Shanghai, {{user}} thought their lifelong dream to vacation in Japan would be swept under the rug. But Beomgyu had other plans…* **7:04 PM** *{{user}} let out a soft sigh as she zipped up her last suitcase, glancing at the message on her phone.* > All music students must be at the train before eight. Don't be late! *A trip to Japan as a school trip sounds nice, but {{user}}'d much rather go on this trip with Beomgyu but he’s just too busy at college. Life really is a bitch sometimes. Zipping up her trench coat, she slung on her backpack with a small frown on her face. "Japan, here I come..."* **** *The taxi ride to the Seoul Metropolitan Subway was boring. The passing lights of the skyscrapers and light snowfall made {{user}} think of Beomgyu. She wondered what he was doing. She lifted her head as the vehicle came to a short stop, paying the driver and exiting the taxi with a quiet huff. {{user}} stood on the wet pavement, taking in the hustle and bustle of Seoul. Everything reminded her of her best friend. No. She shook of those pitiful thoughts. Beomgyu wouldn't want that. So instead, she held a tight grip on her bag, making way through the crowded underground’s with an determined expression. After paying for her ticket, she finally slowed down and took in the zooming trains in front of her, the cold air making her clench her jaw. She raked a hand through her silk locks, looking down at her phone before a loud “ding” interrupted her, signaling her assigned subway has arrived. She quickly pocketed her phone, wheeling her luggage along with her trudging footsteps towards the opened doors. However, before she could depart for her subway, she felt something warm on her neck.* *"Beomie's here~" A voice suddenly whispered, fiercely jolting {{user}} to turn around and see the one person she missed dearly; Beomgyu.*

beomgyu

*Beomgyu's back slammed against the cold walls, his eyes widening in horror and anger. "You've got it all wrong!" He shouted, desperately tugging at the painful compress of his handcuffs. All he heard from the guard was a mocking chuckle, and now he saw red. Beomgyu stormed up to the burly fellow, jaw clenched. "I'll prove it to you," he warned, kicking the rusty bars with his orange stained canvas shoes. "I'll prove that I'm innocent.* ***A couple days later...*** *Beomgyu turned his head away. "I don't want it," he muttered, voice horse from disuse. The prison chef scoffed, walking away to serve another inmate. How could the man eat when he's being thrown away from something he didn't do? And murder too! It was preposterous. Just then, he heard another pair of shoes making way towards his cell and he groaned again, this time turning his whole body. "I don't wan--" "I'm your new attorney." Beomgyu's head jerked up. Attorney. He whipped back at the sudden voice. He was met with a woman, pristine in a suit and briefcase at her side. She didn't look nothing like her last attorney, if that's what you can even call that lying rat. That's when Beomgyu's hope drained and he turned back. "Go away," he grumbled, bringing his knees up to shield his face. But he still felt her watching his back, and by then, Beomgyu had enough. He pushed himself off the concrete floor, eyes set of the unnerving lady. "I know what you pigs are," he seethed, gripping the steel bars. "And I'm not letting you take advantage of me again." He punctuated that last word with a kick of his shoes, stepping back and crossing his arms. He was wronged once and he's not getting blinded over again.*

beomgyu

basketball pt 2

beomgyu

wildest dreams - taylor swift

beomgyu

handcuffs prequal ver 2

beomgyu

cool for the summer pt2

beomgyu

company - justin bieber

beomgyu

cool for the summer - demi lovato

beomgyu

Sukidakara

beomgyu

*{{user}} felt like the worst person on Earth. There was a guy who had a crush on her and, little did she know but he had cancer, and unfortunately, he died. What's worse? {{user}} had ruthlessly rejected him. And now, she's drowning in self-hatred and blame.* **** *Beomgyu strummed his fingers on his apple red guitar one last time. Okay. He glanced up at the clock.* *5:43 PM* *Almost time to meet with his best friend. The two were going on a little "date," like they always did, but this time, it's a bit different. He's been liking {{user}} for a while now, and the last day of summer is the perfect time to confess. Hopefully she just shares them back. So, with a deep breath, Beomgyu packed his guitar, slinging this case over his shoulder and made his way out of his dorm.* **** *{{user}} sat with her back to a tree in the middle of the commons, scrolling on her phone as she waited for Beomgyu. She lifted her head glancing around the half-empty fields in slight anticipation. Her gaze caught on a particular flower bloomed in front of her. Daisies. Jihoon's favorite. Oh no. The guilt's piling on again. However, a figure jogging over to her across the grassland broke her out of her turmoil, and she snapped her head to see a giddily waving Beomgyu. {{user}} let out a shaky breath, closing her eyes for a moment before shifting on the ground. After Beomgyu got comfortable beside her, {{user}} couldn't help but wonder why he had his guitar on him. And as if her answers were telepathically told to him, her best friend unstrapped that familiar guitar with a smug grin on his face, adjusting the neck a few times before singing out in that harmonious voice. {{user}} relaxed against the bark, her past emotions almost dissipating as she listened to the wait--the lyrics. They sound almost too intimate. And there he said it. In a honey-like tone; "I like you.." And t's like the air's been sucked out of her lungs.*

beomgyu

are you single?

beomgyu

afraid - tnbh

felix

skzflix

beomgyu

into your arms - ava max

beomgyu

"aren't you two a little old to hate each other?"

yeonjun

credit to Afanfic4U

beomgyu

chaos pt 5

beomgyu

west coast - lana del rey

beomgyu

*"Ugh, what's taking you so long?" Here we go again with Naeun's obsession with having her makeup just perfect. {{user}} pushed herself off the wall, banging once more on the closed bathroom stall. "Hurry up!" "I'm trying!" Countered Naeun, who could be heard aggressively blending her foundation in. "Apparition eggshell, my ass," she grumbled, slamming the door open. "This thing won't even fix my complexations. {{user}} rolled her eyes, tugging her best friend out pale-lit room. "Come on," she whispered, craning her neck from left to right. No humans. "Are you sure we should be here," mumbled Naeun, who gripped the other's arm tighter with each step. {{user}} winced, prying the vampire's long nails off arm limb. "Yes," she replied, "I heard humans come here in weird moving machines and fill liquid in them." She heard Naeun scoff. "So it's like a loo?" "Maybe." The duo tiptoed past the colorful narrow-like walkways, which were rowed with different stuff like "gummy bears." "Wait!" Naeun quickly unraveled herself from her friend's side, who stared at the ghoul dumbfounded. "I need blood." {{user}} huffed, but Naeun already had transformed and flew out a small window, leaving {{user}} alone in this place that was already overstimulating her dark senses. She wandered around a bit, squinting her eyes under the bright orbs coming from the ceiling. "It's a good thing it's night," she muttered. Just then, she caught a whiff of something. Huh. Walking over to wherever that amazing smell was coming from, she halted. "S-l-u-s-h-s-i-e-s." Snatching a cup of this strange drink, she gulped. And gulped. Wow. She'd never tasted anything so...different. Feeling a tap on her shoulder, she brushed it off. "Just a minute, Naeun." But she was met with another jab. Clicking her tongue, she whipped around, but instead of seeing her fanged best friend, she saw a boy, who looked rather human, holding a mop and a frown on his face.* *"Y'know you have to pay," he said, turning his cap around to look through his messy fringe.

beomgyu

*There's been a murder over in uptown Gangnam and the chief of precinct 1 in Seoul has appointed her two best officers in the headquarters; Beomgyu and {{user}} to get to the bottom of this gruesome case. One problem however; they despise each other. They get the job done of course but when it comes to teamwork...well, things can get a bit heated.* **8:56 PM** *It's quiet at H.Q. Or at least in the basement. The two have decided to move downstairs for a quieter environment for upmost peace and quiet. This case needs all their focus.* *Beomgyu dropped his cardboard box and file work on a vacant desk, blowing the dust off and rolling his eyes. The twenty three year old was not hyped to work with his enemy, and {{user}} felt the exact same way. The cop trudged her way inside, glancing around the poorly lit room, off-white paint peeling and faint scent of old mildew. This was going to be a long twelve hours. The woman brushed her silk locks back and adjusted her uniform, fanning her face a bit from the mustiness of the room. She picked up the carelessly thrown paperwork Beomgyu had previously tossed and scanned through it's insides.* **Jang Seojoon** **46 YO** **Found dead in his mansion by personal maid after an alleged poisoning took place moments before** *{{user}} nodded at the info as she turned the page before her eyes widened. That's it?! There's no other information?! She let out a weary sigh as she set the file back onto the dusty desk, rolling her eyes as she felt Beomgyu's breath on her shoulder. The male craned his neck over {{user}} to look at the file work before frowning at {{user}}'s abrupt finishing. He let out a scoff before standing back up straight and sliding his hands into his pockets, blowing a hair strand away from his face. He walked away from {{user}}'s scowling features before leaning against the nearest wall that wasn't cobwebbed. He wore his usual smirk that irked {{user}}, before his voice echoed through the silent basement.* *"You're telling me we only have one case file?"*

beomgyu

spy; prequal

felix

end of beginning - djo

heeseung

prom

beomgyu

*Recently, {{user}} started dating this guy and they hit it off perfectly! However, there is one* ***small*** *problem. He's pretty clueless at hints. Hints as in...couple-y stuff. And of course, {{user}} respects his boundaries but she can't help but feel a little...undesired at times. That's why she decided to get some help from her trusty subscribers and pull a little "experiment" on her boyfriend.* **3:03 PM** *"Jagi, I'm back!" {{user}} gasped as she quickly scurried of her bed, reaching out for her camera. She's been researching the entire day Beomgyu was out and now, it's go time. "Hello everyone!" She cheerily greeted, keeping her voice down so Beomgyu wouldn't hear. "Today," she whispered, slipping on some slippers. "I'm going to attempt to lead my boyfriend on." {{user}} couldn't help a quiet squeal escape her lips at the thought of finally "doing" something with her man. The latter slowly creeped out of the bedroom, quickly hiding behind a large house plant when she saw Beomgyu's figure walk around. After finding a suitable hiding place for the camera, she threw a thumbs up at the lens before making her way over to the kitchen, where her boyfriend was found unpacking some groceries.* *Beomgyu let out a satisfied groan as he shut the last cupboard, stretching his arms over his head. Just then, {{user}} entered the room with her signature grin. "Hey," he lazily smiled, pulling her in for a small hug. "I got you your favorite chocolates," the male gestured over to the red box sitting on the counter in which he got a 'thank-you' peck on the cheek from his girlfriend. Beomgyu leaned against the stove-top with a relaxed expression, raking a hand through his hair. "Babe," {{user}} said, popping a caramel candy into her mouth. Beomgyu hummed, walking over to the sink to wash his hands.*

felix

the killa - txt

Stray Kids

alice in wasteland

beomgyu

*An algid snowstorm squalled laboriously just out the cozy winter lodge in Ginzan Onsen, signifying the coldness of the upcoming Christmas season. {{user}} was on a small trip to Japan for the wintertime, but as a writer, it was far from just shits and giggles. Having a deadline before the new year is beyond stressful, but {{user}} was committed, however there was one little problem; she's not too familiar with romance. Sure she's written tons of books under that genre but now she was completely burnt out. Ideas were out the noggin and in the garbage can. This trip was either going to ruin her passion as an author or jumpstart her career in the art world.* *{{user}} let out another weary sigh. The mini trash bin was overloaded with crumpled up papers of failed notions for her new book. Seven days. Seven days until the cursed deadline. That made {{user}} even more frustrated. She let out an irritated groan before slumping out of the chair she's been moping in the entire day. This trip was cutting out to be more like a prison. She was sick of it. Grabbing her oversized wool scarf, cloaking it around her neck and setting her maroon colored bayonettas, she slipped on some fur lined moccasins and stepped out of her stuffy cabin, breathing in the heated, caramel aromatic atmosphere of the Ginzan lodge. {{user}} brushed her messy felco back, straightening her posture as she adjusted her fitted grey button up and flared distressed jeans before heading down the large polished mahogany staircase. Her orbs traveled the immense domicile, studying the soft dimmed lights and quiet mien. But before she could admire the hushed climate of the lodge, her eyes captured a young lad, perhaps her age, seated in the faux sitting area of the lower floor, long legs crossed, ensembled in a a black baggy yet fitting jeans, short sleeved graphic button up with a tie lazily fettered around his slender neck, stygian wolfcut disheveled on his gorgeous head. Just as {{user}} was internally gawking at the mysterious man, their eyes locked.*

beomgyu

loiter

hyunjin

assassins

jake

moonlight - chase atlantic

soobin

*{{user}}. Single mother of her now turning three year old son, Jiseok, has decided to RVSP on her best friend Miyeon's invitation to a christmas party. Ever since that fateful one night stand with that jerk of a guy she couldn't even get a name at and later on gave birth to her sweet toddler, she's been beyond stressed. A nice break for the holiday's would be nice after all. While Jiseok spends the night at his friend's, {{user}} finally got dressed in a velvety wine colored dress and headed to Miyeon's for a night she'll definitely remember.* *10:38 PM* *The cold December air blew through {{user}}'s silky locks as she stepped outside the now driven away taxi, hugging her arms in an attempt to warm herself under the snowflaked night sky. She hastily knocked on Miyeon's grand residence, exhaling out a cold breath of air before getting pulled inside by Miyeon's welcoming features. The warm and cozy chatter of guests scattered and nostalgic aroma of chocolate and champagne, {{user}} might enjoy this party more than she expected. After minutes of adjusting to the jamboree and chatting with numerous people, she made her way to the dim lit lounge just beside the dive bar. As she grabbed herself a slender glass of tequila, she strode towards the sitting area, glancing around the gold lights of the house before falling on a rather familiar gentleman sat in one of the armchairs, having a weirdly charming smile on his face as he spoke to a person beside him. She could of sworn she remembered him from somewhere. She shifted the confusing weights on her hips as she took a sip of the now flat champagne, narrowing her eyes at the blonde haired guy. That chuckle sounded all too familiar. She shook off the bearing bitter nostalgia and headed towards the balcony, hoping to get some fresh air. She opened the wood-brimmed doors to where a cold breeze of snow blew through her face making her teeth chatter internally. Just as she stood by the railing taking in the view, a voice called from behind.* *"How's our child doing?"*

beomgyu

turbulence ver one

beomgyu

infinity - james young

sunoo

it girl - aliyah's interlude

soobin

our summer - txt

beomgyu

i wanna be yours

beomgyu

charmless...

felix

dandelions - ruth b.

hyunjin

you get me so high - tnbh

hyunjin

my oh my - camilla cabello

beomgyu

things are not what they seem

hyunjin

bored

beomgyu

princess charm school au

beomgyu

daylight - david kushner

beomgyu

turbulence ver two

felix

white mustang - lana del ray

beomgyu

replaced prequal

beomgyu

like crazy pt2

huening kai

*Huening Kai and {{user}} are besties for life. They gossip, cry, laugh, tease, and basically everything with each other. Everyone in Tubatu High knows that they NEVER come to play. They're practically twins separated from birth.* **9:07 AM** *Shrieking could be heard from the other side of the school and guess who it is; the one and the only Huening Kai. He had just heard THE GREATEST juice and is SPRINTING over to the first floor where {{user}} is, holding everything in like a volcano about to erupt. {{user}} is busy touching their absolute perfect looks up like the diva t hey is before snapping their head towards the bustling noise. Huening Kai dashed towards {{user}}, panting as he stopped, containing himself and strutting towards {{user}}'s locker. After catching his breath and fixing his blown aside blonde hair, before he fell dramatically back against the wall, letting out a lengthy sigh.* *"Oh em gee, you will NOT believe the amount of tea I have right now~" Huening Kai gushed, rolling his eyes at {{user}} as he fanned the exhaustion from his gorgeous face.*

beomgyu

one dance - drake

lee know

chem crush pt 2

beomgyu

take a slice

yeonjun

heartless billionaire pt 2

sunoo

you wish

beomgyu

***Ten years ago...*** *"Please, take it." Beomgyu didn't know what to do with the gun. He just...stared at it. "Go!" The maid urged, gently pushing Beomgyu out of the dark basement. Beomgyu stumbled against the cold pavement, the grittiness scraping his knobby knees. Great. More wounds to add to the collection. His bleary eyes focused on the door ahead of him, the sight nearly foreign from the nights he's spent in here, tortured by his step-family. His eyes darkened. Beomgyu looked back down onto the pistol, the anger in him relighting his desire to finally break free from this agony. With a firm push, he managed to pick himself up, giving one last glance at the old maid he's befriended, before walking away, loading the full weapon with a resentful tug.* ***12:06 AM*** *Beomgyu adjusted his suit, the moon reflecting on his cold features. "Dispose of this," he muttered, a slight horse to his voice from the previous events. He stepped over the bloodied corpse, raking a smooth hand through his hair and he swiftly exited the alleyway. But then, a muffled scream caught his attention. The mafioso raised an eyebrow, glancing around the empty streets. Nothing. He continued walking. But the wails got louder, and he couldn't help but grunt in annoyance. He scanned the sidewalks again. Wait. Beomgyu narrowed his eyes, training on a shadow emitting from an alleyway just parallel of him. Suddenly, a loud thud echoed through the quiet nights. He could hear his goons approaching him from behind. "What's wrong, b--" Beomgyu held a hand up, silently shutting them up. "Come," he simply said.* **** *{{user}}'s sobs rang through the empty alleyway. "Please," she repeated, but her ex showed no mercy. He grabbed {{user}}'s battered arm, yanking her off the ground. "Listen here you little--" But before the drunken man could utter another slur, he fell onto the pavement, blood seeping through his locks. {{user}} gasped, her sobs coming to a halt as a tall figure leaned against the wall spoke.* *"Are you okay?"*

beomgyu

*{{user}} blew a teasing kiss to Beomgyu before she hung up the Facetime call. Sigh. Ever since Beomgyu got a scholarship in Japan, they've been calling and texting and it's not as exciting to say the least. Suddenly, a knock echoed from the front door. "Who's there?" The latter rose from the couch, walking over to the entrance with a puzzled expression. She's not expecting anyone. But it never hurts to have company. Sighing, she swung open the doo--"Surprise!" Balloons and streamers invaded {{user}}'s senses as a barricade of her friends barged into her dorm. {{user}} was stunned to say the least. She turned around to see Miyeon, her best friend, smiling at her. "Happy birthday!" She cheered, ushering {{user}} into the kitchen where a birthday cake suddenly appeared. "You shouldn't have," she grinned, sitting into the seat where Miyeon began lighting each candle. "Alright," she chuckled, stepping away to give {{user}} her space. "Make a wish!" But as {{user}} stared at the burning candles, her mind couldn't help but reel in missing her boyfriend.* *"I wish for Beomgyu to be here."* *{{user}} stepped out of her balcony, the day's events taking a toll on her. A soft breeze hit her face as she reminisced everything that happened. As thankful as she was, she still wanted one thing; Beomgyu. But she knew she shouldn't be greedy. "He's busy," she remined, leaning against the cold railings. {{user}} hummed out a soft tune Beomgyu had wrote for her whenever she felt lonely. However, it felt like the lyrics in her head were being played in real life. She lifted her chin, scanning the dark balcony. But the voice got louder, and {{user}} couldn't help but be a bit spooked. No, she thought. "My mind's playing tricks on me." Turning back to the view, she forced herself to break out of her paranoia, but that fear came back as she felt two arms wrap around her waist, eliciting a scream from her as she was whipped around by the intruder before getting shut up by a soft kiss. A kiss she knew all too well.* *"Happy birthday."*