He Infact Did Not Come Home 😔 THAT BORING ASS ZAYNE DID

100 notes on this lil shit?? Tysm 😭😭

⚝ LIFE SUPPORT

Synopsis- yn sends daily messages to this unknown, inactive number cause of habit, one day all their messages get seen. Even yn is bewildered at what happens next.

Choi beomgyu x gn! Reader

Warnings- cursing(?), humour, mentions of almost death.

Part 1.

⚝ LIFE SUPPORT

Synopsis- yn sends daily messages to this unknown, inactive number cause of habit, one day all their messages get seen. Even yn is bewildered at what happens next.

Choi beomgyu x gn! Reader

Warnings- cursing(?), humour, mentions of almost death.

Part 1.

IM GOING BACK TO 505, IF ITS A SEVEN HOUR FLIGHT OR A FOURTY FIVE MINUTE DRIVE

⚝ Voicemail

// Choi soobin x gender neutral reader

,,wherein you send a voicemail to soobin saying you miss his stupid face and something more along the lines

,,angst maybe(?) Depends on how we view this, enjoy reading though

[Beep]

Soobin, hey, it's me. I know we were never officially together or anything, but I saw that picture you posted on Instagram with him, and it felt like my heart was being carved out of my chest and stomped on, I guess I just needed to say it out loud, or, well, leave it on your voicemail.

I don't even know why I'm bothering you with this. It's not like we were a thing, right? But your smile in that picture… it hit me harder than I thought it would. I guess I got used to the idea of us, even if we never really defined anything. Maybe I just fooled myself into thinking there was something more.

I know it's silly, and I shouldn't be feeling this way, but damn, Soobin, it hurts- so much. And, I- i don't know, I just needed to let you know. I'm not blaming you- never. you're free to do whatever you want. I just didn't expect it to sting like this.

Anyway, sorry for rambling. It's just that my pillow still smells like you, and I miss your stupid face. I guess that's all I wanted to say. Take care, Soobin.

[End of voicemail]

hihii i really enjoyed your doordasher!txt texts but have to ask if you got credit from @/gyumibear? they posted the same idea in may (<3) so i'm just curious to if you had taken inspo. if you did, please credit them ^-^

Sorry but I had no idea that they and I had similar posts and it was coincidental completely though I will link their fic in my doordash fic

Thank you for letting me know

⚝ 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.

GUESS WHO CAME HOME 🥳🥳🥳

⚝ 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

I am officially accepting love and deepspace reqs!!

Shld i post some huekai fluff?