⚝ 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.
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,, part 2
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⚝ 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.