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Beomgyu comes home early and finds him looking up how dying feels like a few days later and he doesn’t ask what are you doing? or looks at him strangely; he curls up next to Soobin instead, cheek to cheek as they both read out loud some near-death experiences; from I don’t remember anything hurting as much to it was like falling asleep.
A month before the end, only a few things change.
"for one more day, can you pretend that you are still in love with me?”
“Am I in love with you or am I just hungry?” Soobin rolled his eyes, knocking the glass with his knuckles. “Stop flirting. I’m not letting you bite me.” “Just one bite? No?” Beomgyu started banging on the glass.
Beomgyu sniffles, miserable. "Soobin-hyung gets some."
"Nope," Yeonjun says mildly. "He really doesn't."
[The woes of being young, hot-headed, and in love with your best friend, as told on a swingset at twilight.]
Soobin had gotten used to occasionally finding random bruises on his arms, small cuts on his legs from when his soulmate would injure himself. So when the number of injuries rapidly increased, he was obviously concerned.
Thankfully, his worries were not a reality.
beomgyu had been feeling strange for a while now. he was at a weird in-between. he couldn't bring himself to say he was sad but nothing quite made him happy either.
or
beomgyu's a confused mess of emotions and soobin is the best boyfriend
Hi! My name is Choi Soobin. I love bread, and now I'm a ghost because of it. T.T
Beomgyu wants Soobin to loosen up a bit. Soobin just wants to be a good hyung.
Dear my sun,
I'm sure you remember when we first met at that park. Under that huge oak tree with the view of the playground. One afternoon, all those years back. You said your name was Beomgyu. Choi Beomgyu. A pretty name; though I'd never admit it when we were eight.
//
Soobin writes 7 letters to the love of his life.
beomgyu is a mess of emotions and soobin is there to comfort him
Beomgyu looks at Soobin again, just for the flutter of a second. Quick enough that he misses it in a blink. “I think I’d like it, I don’t know.”
Yeonjun raises an eyebrow, eyes still on the rim of the glass. “Getting fucked or lingerie?”
Soobin eyes him in vague annoyance. Beomgyu downs another gulp of the cola, completely blank, and doesn't return his gaze. “Both?”
---
Four years ago Soobin gave that guy, Beomgyu’s friend Lim Jimin, a busted lip. He doesn’t regret it one bit.
There’s a part of Beomgyu that wants to just forget about it, keep this thing wrapped up and safe in his heart. But the other part — the tired and reckless part; the part that made him fly all the way to Paris the week before his finals so that he couldn’t chicken out — that part of him is roaring.
“We’ve known each other for 18 years,” he says to Soobin, bracing his hands on his knees.
The two of hearts stares up at him.
“Let me get this straight. You asked Beomgyu to film a porn video with you so you two could pay the rent.” “Fake porn, but yes.”
( aka Soobin and Beomgyu filmed (fake) porn videos, and the line between fake and real blurred somewhere along the way )
it was dark. the clock read 3am in the morning. soobin just wanted to get his phone back but he saw the practice room light still open, music from their newest title track blasting from behind it. he doesn't know if they forgot to turn it off or if someone was still in. turns out it was the latter.
“No one can find out about what happened today. No one.”
“Why? Are you the shy type?”
“No? Fuck off. There’s no way anyone can know that I’m kissing you. Especially not Yeonjun.”
Beomgyu's band got one problem: a rival band who is challenging their spots at the live clubs. It only starts getting personal for him when the vocalist of the said band storms into his life. Rude, and hot as hell.
“Sorry for the wait! I needed a few moments to calibrate all the prior data with the ones I could access from the internet, and then I was also trying to find a proper way to describe how beautiful you are to me,” Beomgyu says, pursing his lips as if he’s really thinking. “The program glitched and short-circuited every time I tried.”
Soobin feels faint now. This can’t be real.
There is no way he just fixed a potentially most advanced humanoid model from decades ago, only for the said humanoid to flirt with him. No way.
(Soobin tries to fix a humanoid prototype he found in his grandfather's garage. Beomgyu wakes up in a body made of metals.)
Beomgyu’s on the ground, propped up against the dusty warehouse walls, and despite the sheen of grime on his face and the specks of red on his skin, he’s still the most beautiful person Soobin’s ever seen.
(Or: Beomgyu prefers to fight alone. Soobin rescues him afterwards.)
Soobin and Beomgyu enjoyed their platonic kissing arrangements, until Beomgyu accidentally confessed.
Right then and there, as Soobin excitedly fed him another bite of the monstrosity he called a cake, he knew that there would never be anyone else for him.
He would always be Soobin’s Beomgyu.
Soobin couldn’t sleep. Beomgyu shows up at his door in the middle of the night to whisk him away on an impromptu trip.
“Let’s go, loser.” Beomgyu said. “We’re going on a trip.”
“Stop this, hyung” Anger swam in Beomgyu’s clear, brown eyes before the anger fizzled away to desperation. “Come back with me. Please.”
“You want to stop me?” Soobin asked, backing away. One step. Two steps. Further and further out of Beomgyu's reach.
“Then kill me.”
“Would you two like to take a look at our couple catalogue? Today is the first day of our winter sale, and our wedding collections are on discount for 20 percent off.”
He originally just wanted to get Soobin a ring, but after hearing about the promotion, a different light bulb lit up in his head.
“Yes, please. Me and my fiancé would like that very much.”
Next to him, he could feel Soobin jolt up in shock. He turned to meet Beomgyu’s desperate eyes, lips already parted. Beomgyu, as always, already knew what his roommate was about to say, so his grip on his fingers hardened. “Right, babe?”
Their love would be forever. Soobin would make sure of it, he would never give in to the pain and he would continue fighting to water Beomgyu’s forever blooming sunflowers.
Or, Soobin's eternal punishment is to live forever while he watches his soulmate come and go. And he can't hold back the pain as he breaks down and Beomgyu is their to pick him back up.
(In which Beomgyu and Soobin pretended to be a couple for a discount, but things didn’t turn out to be so simple).
“Such a pretty waist for a boy, a shame really.” Beomgyu comments as he walks up to Soobin.
“Oh yeah? Why can’t you stop staring at it then?” Soobin challenges.
Beomgyu glances around, making sure none of his team is in earshot.
“Maybe I find it a little hot,” Beomgyu says in a low voice.
(In which figure skater Soobin and hockey player Beomgyu are rivals.)
Beomgyu clearly did not think when he asked Choi Soobin to be his boyfriend for 30 days, but it was the best decision his impulsive mind could ever make, and also the worst one.
“Choi Soobin,” Beomgyu repeats, bells clearing his mind. Small hands and shy smile. Dimples. Hand-made card that said thank you for being my friend, I love you, I won’t forget you. “Choi Soobin-ssi, I’m sorry if this sounds weird, but did you happen to go to Seobyun Middle School in Daegu until you had to move away to Ansan after your first year because of your mom’s job and left your best friend a letter with a bunch of bunny stickers?”
Choi Soobin drops the cookies. “Choi Beomgyu?”
While taking care of Namjoon and Taehyung's apartment, Beomgyu reconnects with his childhood best friend.
“A road trip?” Yeonjun blinks.
“Yeah. Don’t you think it’s a good idea?”
“I do, I do. I’m just… surprised. It’s kind of unexpected,” he says, sipping on his drink. “We’ve all been so busy lately I thought we’d do something less…” he doesn’t finish his sentence; gives Soobin a brief glance and shakes his head, fond. He sets the half-empty glass between his hands, taps repeatedly on it. “So what do you have in mind?”
Yeonjun's graduating. Things begin to change.
It's Beomgyu's birthday, but there's just one more thing he wants.
The younger lets out a breathy chuckle, “Hypothetically! If I ask you in the future for a kiss with that price, will you lower the 25,000 won? You know, best friend discount.”
“No.”
Beomgyu looks down at the white sheets of Soobin’s bed, now avoiding Soobin’s stare at him as he mumbles lowly, “Psh, you hate me.”
And without missing a beat, without even thinking of the consequences his words will bring, Soobin just added the stupidest thing in his statement.
“I’ll kiss you for free.”
---
Beomgyus asks a stupid question and Soobin comes up with a more stupid answer. A perfect formula that leads to a great making-out session.
His bar was the second thing keeping Soobin sane in the times of an upcoming civil war.
The first thing keeping him in his right mind wasn’t exactly 'a thing'.
Being a bunny hybrid, Soobin has certain... needs.
soobin fidgets with his fingers under the table, and tries to breathe. "it was.. i admit, it was hard to let go of because i've loved you for more than ten years and you were my best friend." he fights back his tears as he continues, "but missing someone just means that you've loved that person enough, right?"
(alternatively, exes beomgyu and soobin play lie detector test.)
“fancy seeing you out here.”
beomgyu doesn’t turn. doesn’t need to to recognise that voice. “surprised?” he asks. he knows what the answer will be.
“no,” says soobin, and despite himself, beomgyu smiles.
Soobin and Beomgyu keep biting each other, to the point that they start doing it in front of the cameras.
It's kind of getting out of hand.
When they first had sex it hurt like a bitch.
‘You know, there’s one thing I am very good at.’
Beomgyu turned his head to look at him and regretted it immediately. Soobin looked like he was ready to pounce at him any second now. Beomgyu had no courage in him to say no to that. He didn’t want to say no. So he instead he said-
‘And it’s not the coffee.’
‘And it’s not the coffee.’
In the face of a happy ending, Soobin narrated four heartbreaking stories of what they could have been in other lifetimes.
Alternatively: four stories told as antecedents of a fifth, a wedding bed, and a pair of interlocked hands.
One day Soobin just woke up and knew he had to change something.
They are friends. It's only right they kiss.
Beomgyu was the mood maker of the group, but that didn't mean he didn't have fears too.
And Soobin knew that loving Beomgyu and having this moment for them, having his youth filled with him, was the only thing he wanted and needed now.
Soobin hunts Beomgyu (and catches him.)
soobin is all levels of shamless, but answering an important call in the middle of fucking beomgyu takes the cake.
beomgyu always forgets to wear his birthday bracelet, so he gets another present from soobin: a ring that he cannot take off.
to make it even worse for them, it's a couple ring.
“Come on, officer. Play with me,” the vampire says, nudging the tip of his nose against Soobin’s chin. “Do you taste as sweet as you look?”
(or a vampire au where officer!soobin has to deal with another vampire who's way too obsessed with tasting his blood. and more.)
Beomgyu was tired, so Soobin invites him in his arms.
Soobin wants to be closer to Beomgyu. He decides the closest he can get is to eat him.
Soobin lost the love letter he wrote for his best friend and met Beomgyu when he's desperately looking for it.
Soobin has never felt so close to Beomgyu.
The younger is a breath away from him, foreheads and lips are close enough to touch; Soobin could hear how Beomgyu's laughter slowly fades when their tender gazes meet. No one dares to speak, but their own breathing in sync, like it's some wordless language of Soobin's mind rioting at how delicate Beomgyu's lashes are. Pretty — is the adjective lodged in his throat. This realization isn't new.
“Hey Gyu, what’s your love language?” Soobin asks Beomgyu one night when they’re supposed to be sleeping. It’s a moment before he gets a response.
“It’s physical touch. Followed by words of affirmation, I think.” Soobin takes a moment to think about the answer, and doesn’t respond right away. Beomgyu presses forward: “What’s yours?”
“Uh, I actually don’t know.”
“Lame.”
“Shut up.”
“Shut up.”
“I literally hate you.”
Six months after the end of the world, Beomgyu learns how to live again.
Soobin wonders why Beomgyu likes the stars so much. He also wonders when his best friend got this pretty.
after their big fight, beomgyu woke up in a world where choi soobin is in love with him.
Soobin had a new obsession and all hell broke loose when his boyfriend got a tattoo on that very place that made him go crazy.
Beomgyu thinks that the stars must be fed up with him at this point, especially when he's been pining after his best friend for years.
Maybe he shouldn't have let the universe take this matter into its own hands.
Soobin and Beomgyu have been together since ever. They became friends and fell in love in between. Will they grow up to be lovers?
Beomgyu loves and is loved until the end.
beomgyu is being stalked and he finds safety in a pair of gentle eyes belonged to choi soobin.
“I’ll be here, hyung.” Has Choi Beomgyu always been this good at reading minds?
In which Soobin has a terrible nightmare, and Beomgyu is there to shake him out of it. And as this happens, friendship blooms into love.
As Beomgyu returns to his room, it dawns on him. It’s no longer Soobin and Beomgyu’s room, it’s just his room. In this dorm, Soobin isn’t an arm’s length away, but instead, there’s a thick wall separating them. There’s a barrier that Beomgyu didn’t have to cross before, and that’s terrifying.
In which one day, Beomgyu starts to avoid Soobin, leaving him very confused.
“What is your last wish, Beomgyu?” There was nothing more uncertain than trusting the limited hours of your life in the hand of a stranger. But he did it anyway, and his heart was put at ease for the first time that day when Soobin curled his fingers around his. “I want to watch the world burn with you, Soobin-ah.”
Seoul, April 28 2029 10:34
The world was estimated to end in 23 hours. Beomgyu found himself a stranger to spend the last day of his life with.