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♤ ABOUT ME - ghanaian, she/her, fic writer, est, 11/02🎂

♤ K-POP - txt and p1h ult, i also stan ateez + i-dle

♤ OTHER INTERESTS - dancing, literature and writing, psychological and surreal horror, friendly rivalry, blue lock, kakegurui, tcoaal, ddlc, minecraft horror, video essays/rants, discovering new music

♤ MISC. - introvert (kinda), english nerd, beomjun pilled

i finally finished the first chapter ❤️‍🩹

writing takes way too long, i spent like 2 seconds editing and rushed to post but wtv

7th year: amositt - hunger ver.

my friend introduced me to the roblox game a few days ago and the concept is so perfect for a horror fic lmao

SURE 😭🩷

OFC

"in front of the mirror, I give up again" ˚.⋆♪

"at the end of the maze, across the mirror over there" ˚.⋆♪

"please find me" ˚.⋆♪

desperate to make money over summer, beomgyu finds himself behind a counter, working at a lousy snack shack in the sweltering heat. and by july, yeonjun had spent enough at the place to qualify as a financial supporter of the establishment. 

he showed up nearly every day, and on some days, yeonjun was the only customer. beomgyu had gotten used to his presence—stupid jokes, ridiculous orders, and his sweet smile that pissed beomgyu off. 

one particularly hot day, beomgyu was contemplating leaving early. he’d been standing in the sun for hours. beomgyu could feel his flowy polo shirt sticking to his skin, and cold beads of sweat in his hair. no one had come the whole day, and he was sure nobody would, until, of course, yeonjun did. he’d looked like he’d just ran a mile, hair drenched and face flushed from the heat. beomgyu rolls his eyes at the sight of him.

 “wasn’t expecting you,” he drawls dryly, looking up from his phone. yeonjun laughs softly. 

“it’s so hot out here,” he mutters. he casually leans against the counter, erasing like half of the distance between them. beomgyu’s heart races. 

“you know, it’s not a good idea to wear black in this heat,” beomgyu says, vaguely gesturing to yeonjun’s black tank top. 

“and why is that?”

beomgyu’s expression falters. “i..I don’t know. it’s just science.” yeonjun raises an eyebrow. 

“whatever. what are you ordering this time?”

yeonjun studies the menu messily taped to the counter, as if he hadn’t memorized it all already. “since when did you guys sell frozen watermelon pizza?” he laughs softly.

beomgyu scoffs, feeling embarrassed. “since today,” he says flatly.

“it sounds tasty,” yeonjun says. beomgyu crosses his arms over his chest. 

“very funny. what do you actually want?” beomgyu asks. yeonjun looks him in the eyes. 

“the pizza.”

beomgyu groans, grabbing a plate. “right, of course you want the pizza. why wouldn’t you?” he rolls his eyes. “you wouldn’t even like it. nobody would. why waste money?”

“that’s not the point,” says yeonjun. he’s smiling. mischievously. beomgyu stops reaching for the mini fridge handle. 

“then what is?” 

yeonjun falls silent. the two of them lock eyes. finally, he says, “just get me the pizza. please.” 

beomgyu’s face heats up, and for a second, he considers dumping his face into the cooler. he grabs the pizza from the mini fridge with a grimace. 

“here. your ‘order.’” beomgyu watches yeonjun take the plate, “it’s on the house.”

yeonjun takes a bite out of the slice, still in front of the counter. he doesn’t take his eyes off of beomgyu as he swallows. beomgyu scoffs, feeling his heart swell with happiness for some stupid reason. 

“you piss me off,” beomgyu says under his breath, and yeonjun’s stupid smile comes in response. 

“yeah, i love you too.” he answers with a mouth full of watermelon. beomgyu’s cheeks flush faintly, and he pushes yeonjun playfully.