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.

tomato boy 🍅

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

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✎ 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

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