Something to look back on.

SERIES

Red and Blue Idea | Part 1 |

Jelly Part 1 | Part 2

STAND ALONE

The Water Incident (Beomgyu x Reader)

Dance With Me (Hueningkai x Reader)

So, What Did You Wish For? (Yeonjun X Reader)

Sleep It Off (Taehyun x Reader)

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If I had to start our story somewhere, it would be right in the middle with the city lights bleeding red and blue through the tall glass windows.

The apartment was mostly dark except for the little night lights glowing softly in the kitchen and hallway. Tiny warm lights scattered through the penthouse like stars.

You leaned back against the marble table in the living room, fingers curled loosely around the stem of your wine glass while you stared out at the skyline.

Rain still clung to the windows.

Seoul looked unreal at night.

So did he.

“I didn’t think you’d come tonight,” Yeonjun said from behind you.

You rolled your eyes and took another sip of wine.

“You’re in a mood tonight,” he murmured.

“I'm always in a mood”

“Not always.”

Black shirt pushed up to his elbows. Hair messy from the rain outside. Rings flashing silver under dim kitchen light. Lean muscle shifting every time he moved, veins visible beneath warm skin, the kind of body that made your brain briefly stop functioning whenever he got too close. Which he was doing now. Very slowly.

“You wore this for me?” he asked softly, eyes dragging over your dress.

You scoffed lightly. “No, I wore it for me”

He stepped fully into your space, his hands bracing on either side of you against the marble table.

Your breath hitched slightly as his arms caged you in, muscles tightening beneath rolled sleeves while the city lights flickered across his face.

Red.

Blue.

Gold.

His gaze dropped briefly to your mouth before lifting again.

“You know,” he murmured, “you get meaner when you want attention.”

“And you get prettier when you’re trying to get laid.”

That made him laugh quietly.

“Do I?.”

The eye contact between you turned sharp instantly.

Heavy enough to feel.

You hated how much you liked this part , the tension dragged out until it became unbearable, the constant challenge of who would crack first.

Usually you.

Yeonjun leaned closer, close enough that you felt his breath against your skin.

“You really gonna pretend you weren’t thinking about this all week?”

Your stomach tightened.

His mouth brushed faintly against the corner of your jaw.

You set the wine glass down before you dropped it entirely.

His smile deepened slightly at the movement.

Your fingers slid into his hair instinctively, tugging just enough to make his head tilt slightly back before his gaze darkened immediately.

Yeonjun stepped fully between your legs then, forcing your dress higher against your thighs as his hands slid there automatically, warm palms dragging slowly upward beneath silk.

Your breathing stuttered.

“You’re trouble,” you whispered.

“Yeah,” he said softly against your neck before kissing it. “But you love it anyway.”

You hate that mouth.

Yeonjun lifted his head slightly, eyes locked on yours now.

“So,” he murmured, fingers tightening lightly against your thighs, “you done pretending you’re leaving?”

Hey, eveyone I'm thinking of writing a fanfic where Yeonjun gets into a friends with benefits situation with Hueningkai's ex. Should I write it??? How many of you would be interested in this?

The hotel lobby was bustling as always, but you and TXT were gathered near a couch, chatting about upcoming schedules. You had just cracked a joke when—bam! Ice-cold water splashed all over you, soaking your shirt entirely.

You gasped, freezing in shock. Your drenched shirt clung awkwardly, and then you noticed the faint trails of Beomgyu’s recent "affection" blooming across your collarbone and slightly below.

Beomgyu was the first to react—not with a jacket, but with a loud, “Oh my God! Who carries that much water around?”

He darted toward you, quickly shrugging off his hoodie and pulling it over your head. “Here, here! Cover up before everyone sees how obsessed I am.” His teasing tone softened at the end as he adjusted the hoodie around your shoulders.

You blushed furiously. “You’re not helping!”

“I’m helping plenty,” he retorted with a grin. “And looking good doing it.”

The others snickered as your stylist ushered you toward the elevator. Beomgyu followed, his playful energy morphing into something softer. “Hey,” he whispered when you were out of earshot. “You okay?”

You nodded, still flustered. He grinned. “Cool. Let me know if I need to yell at the water guy.”

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Later, in the TXT Dorm

Beomgyu burst into the dorm like he was on a comedy tour. “So, who wants to hear about the time my girlfriend turned into a walking art gallery in a lobby?”

Taehyun glanced up from his phone, unimpressed. “I’m guessing you were the artist?”

“Obviously,” Beomgyu replied, flopping onto the couch. “What can I say? I’m a romantic.”

“You’re a menace,” Soobin corrected, shaking his head.

Beomgyu gasped in mock offense. “A menace? Excuse me, hyung, but some people appreciate my passionate creativity.”

“Passionate creativity?” Yeonjun repeated, smirking. “That’s what we’re calling it now?”

“Hey, at least I’m not boring,” Beomgyu shot back, sticking his tongue out.

Soobin sighed but couldn’t help smiling. “You better hope she forgives you for not being more subtle.”

“She’s fine,” Beomgyu said with confidence. “We laughed about it. It’s called fun, you should try it sometime.”

“Fun,” Taehyun muttered, “or sheer chaos?”

“Both,” Beomgyu said with a wink, grabbing a pillow to throw at Yeonjun for good measure.

The room was dim, the only light coming from the muted glow of the fairy lights strung along the edges of the walls, twinkling softly like distant stars. It was late, much later than it should’ve been. The only sound filling the room was the steady, haunting melody I was playing on the piano.

It wasn’t the kind of music I usually wrote. It wasn’t the kind of music I wanted to write. But tonight, the dark thoughts in my mind and the frustration with the song I couldn’t finish had twisted into something sinister, something raw.

My fingers moved almost mechanically over the keys, playing the same sad, minor chords over and over again. I wasn’t sure what I was trying to say with it anymore, but it felt... right in the moment. The loneliness. The ache. The pull of something I couldn’t name.

I wasn’t sure how long I’d been playing, but I had lost track of time hours ago. I felt cold. Tired. Empty. And yet, I couldn’t stop.

“Y/N?”

I froze, fingers hovering over the keys as Hueningkai’s voice broke through the fog in my mind. His tone was soft, hesitant. He stepped into the room, his figure a shadow against the light.

“Hey, are you okay?”

I swallowed, trying to blink away the tiredness in my eyes, but I couldn’t quite shake the feeling of heaviness. “I’m fine,” I said, my voice sounding hollow even to myself. “Just... working.”

Hueningkai took a step closer, frowning as he glanced at the piano. His gaze softened when he saw the way my hands hovered over the keys. “You’ve been here a while.”

“Yeah. I’m... stuck.”

He didn’t say anything right away, just continued to study me with those warm, brown eyes of his. The silence stretched between us, thick and uncomfortable. Finally, he spoke again.

“Maybe you need to take a break,” he suggested gently. “You’ve been at this for hours.”

I shook my head, hands returning to the keys, the slow, minor tune crawling its way back out of me. “I can’t. I need to finish it. It’s not... right. Not yet.”

He smiled, a small, reassuring smile. Without saying another word, he crossed the room, walking toward the corner where a lamp sat. He flicked the switch, and the room shifted instantly. The harshness of the dark was replaced by a softer, warmer light. The soft golden glow reflected off the walls, the shadows now dancing playfully around us.

“I think you need a change of pace,” he said, turning back to me.

With a sigh, I lifted my hands off the keys and turned toward him, meeting his gaze.

“Come on. Let’s dance. Just for a moment.”

The word dance hung in the air like a question. I almost wanted to roll my eyes. A dance? Really? I was supposed to just get up, move around, and magically feel better? He was kidding, right? I crossed my arms over my chest, a silent challenge.

“I don’t know,” I said, looking back at the piano, “sounds a little cheesy, don’t you think?”

Hueningkai didn’t seem deterred. If anything, he walked towards me, his voice dropping into that playful, coaxing tone that I couldn’t ignore.

“Come on, Y/N. Just one dance. It doesn’t have to be anything big. Just for a few minutes. You deserve it. Trust me, the song will still be here when you’re done. But you need to clear your head, right?”

“You’re not even gonna try?” he asked, a playful challenge in his voice. “Come on, just for me. I promise I won’t make you do anything ridiculous. Just a little bit of movement, get your body in a different rhythm. You might be surprised how much it helps.”

I sighed dramatically, throwing my hands up in mock surrender. “Fine. But this better not be some sort of... weird exercise routine. I don’t want to end up doing the Macarena or something.”

Hueningkai laughed softly, “Promise,” he said with a wink, offering his hand toward me. “Just a slow dance, okay? No Macarena.”

I reached out, my hand finding his, the warmth of his touch grounding me in the moment. His fingers wrapped around mine, firm but not forceful, and I felt a strange comfort in that simple connection.

Hueningkai pulled me closer, his other hand settling lightly on the small of my back and for a moment, we just stood there, the space between us electric, filled with an energy I hadn’t expected.

“Just follow my lead,” he said quietly, his breath warm against my ear.

I nodded, my gaze flickering to the floor for a brief second, the awkwardness creeping in. I wasn’t sure what I was doing, but I let him guide me, step by slow step. We moved together, each of us taking a measured step, a quiet back-and-forth rhythm filling the space. The floor beneath our feet felt solid, but everything else seemed to sway, as though the room itself was dancing with us.

I caught myself breathing a little deeper, my chest rising and falling in time with the gentle beat of our movements. His hand on my back was a steady presence, warm and reassuring, and though I felt self-conscious at first, I found my body settling into the flow of it, like a weight being lifted.

“You’re doing fine,” he murmured, his voice a soft hum against the music. “Just relax.”

I looked up at him, and for a second, I forgot about the piano, forgot about the frustration, the loneliness. I was lost in the depth of his eyes, the warmth of his smile. It felt almost surreal, like the rest of the world had quieted down, leaving just us here, moving together in this perfect, unspoken harmony.

His fingers brushed lightly against mine, guiding me in a gentle turn. The movement was smooth, easy, as though it was meant to happen. My body moved with his effortlessly now, our feet finding a rhythm in sync, a quiet dance that felt like the most natural thing in the world. I wasn’t thinking about the music anymore, or the unspoken weight of everything else I’d been carrying. I was just... here.

The silence between us was filled with the soft sounds of our breath, the shuffle of our feet against the floor, and the lingering chords of the song that played in the background.

We swayed a little closer, the moment stretching between us like a quiet understanding, and I couldn’t help but feel the warmth of his presence seep into me, melting away the coldness I’d been carrying all night. His face was inches from mine now, his breath warm against my cheek. I could hear the quiet steadiness of his heartbeat, matching the rhythm of the dance.

“See? Told you it’d help,” he whispered, his lips barely brushing my ear. “You just needed to get out of your own head.”

I smiled softly, the ache in my chest easing just a little. “Yeah, you were right,” I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. “This isn’t so bad.”

His laughter was soft, “I know what I’m talking about sometimes.”

I chuckled, the sound filling the space between us, and he pulled me a little closer, the soft scent of his cologne mingling with the air around us.

I swallowed, suddenly aware of the way my heart was racing. The space between us was gone, and all I could think about were his lips, just inches from mine. My own lips parted slightly, and I felt an inexplicable pull—an irresistible urge to close the distance.

Hueningkai’s gaze flickered down to my lips and without another word, he leaned in, the tip of his nose brushing against mine before he gently closed the space between us. His lips were soft, tentative at first, as though asking for permission. The world seemed to pause in that breathless moment, as the warmth of his kiss enveloped me. There was a sweetness to it, a quiet intensity that sent a shiver down my spine.

For a brief second, I almost pulled away, unsure, but then something inside me loosened. I melted into the kiss, my fingers tightening around his hand, my other hand instinctively resting on his chest. The sensation of him, his warmth, his closeness, felt like the answer to everything I hadn’t known I needed.

The kiss deepened, slow and deliberate, and I felt his other hand gently cup my face, his thumb tracing the curve of my jaw. His lips moved with a rhythm that matched the dance we’d shared moments before, steady, comforting, but with a growing passion that felt like it was igniting between us.

I felt a shiver run through me as his tongue brushed against mine, and I let out a quiet gasp, my fingers gripping his shirt as if to ground myself. But Hueningkai didn’t pull away. Instead, his hands slid down my back, holding me tighter, pulling me closer as if he was trying to merge our bodies into one.

I gasped again as his lips left mine, trailing down my jaw, his breath hot against my skin. He pressed soft kisses along the side of my neck, the feeling making my knees weak. His hands moved to my waist, lifting me up with ease, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist.

Hueningkai set me down gently on the table nearby, his lips returning to mine in an urgent, heated kiss. I was breathless, my pulse thundering in my ears as I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as if I couldn’t get enough.

His hand slid up my back, his fingertips brushing against my skin, sending a wave of shivers through me. He paused for a second, his lips hovering over mine, his breath uneven as he stared at me, searching my eyes for any sign of hesitation.

I didn’t pull away. Instead, I pulled him back to me, my lips crashing against his in a kiss that was anything but gentle, as if we were both trying to lose ourselves in each other.

"Ahemmm", Soobin cleared his throat, his voice a little unsure but trying to keep it cool.

I pulled away from Hueningkai, breathless and flushed, and Hueningkai, equally startled, quickly stepped back, his face a mix of embarrassment and disbelief. We both stood there, awkwardly trying to collect ourselves.

“Uh... barbecue’s ready,” he said, his eyes flicking to the side in an attempt to avoid staring at us. His voice had a nervous edge, like he was trying to remain calm, but the surprise was still evident.

Soobin looked at us for a moment longer, eyes flicking between us, before finally turning around and muttering, “I’ll... leave you to it,” and walking out of the room.

I was still trying to catch my breath, the heat from the kiss lingering on my lips. Hueningkai didn’t say anything at first, his eyes lingering on me as if he was trying to decide whether to apologize or if it even needed an apology.

But for now, we didn’t speak. 

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I am literally depressed that I am not dating him. I know I'm delusional, but I'd still love it if it happened. He's my ideal type <3

This book was one of my favorites along with Harry Potter and Artemis Fowl. I cannot begin to tell you how much joy and happiness it brings me that they are finally having a TV series for the book because it is a series story and not a movies story.

I watched the Adam Project a couple of years ago and was like man I hope this guy - Walker Scobel plays Percy and that came true. Omg he's so perfect for the role and so far the epsidoes look amazing and I am beyond beyond ecstatic. My new years was going to be miserable but now Rick Riodan has once again given me something new to escape to.

/lh /nm /nsrs

Haha, yeah. I'd love to see where this story goes as well :)

Yeonjun side eyed a confused looking Beomgyu as he dragged you out of the room, past the living room crowd and into the empty dining hall. 

“Sit down and wait here”, he said as he pulled a chair out of the huge table for your drunk ass to drop into, “I’ll get you some water”

You do as asked and hunch forward, flopping your upper body onto the cold stone in front of you. You were tired and above all things, so drunk out of your mind. that you vaguely heard someone pull out a chair next to you. You tilt your head to the side to see that Yeonjun holding a bottle of water.

“I don’t wanna sober up”, you whine, tilting your body away from his, “Where’s Beomgyu?, I was having so much fun with him”.