Calophylle (English version)
Beomgyu x f!reader
Word counter: 4173
Warning: mild angst, pure fluff, marshmallow in the making, lazy morning, breakfast in bed, Beomgyu plays guitar, X Reader, blond Beomgyu, romance, comfort and relaxation, relaxation scenes, massage, elements of everyday life, moments of complicity, daydreams, soft atmosphere, moments of tranquility, mention of breakup, guilt, couple known to the media
When you woke up that morning, for the first time since the start of his tour, you saw Beomgyu right in front of you, like a luminous dream come true. A feeling of joy overwhelmed you at the thought of seeing him nearby, like a ray of sunlight illuminating the clouds of a night of suffering. His presence by your side was a precious gift, a guarantee of shared moments, laughter and delicacy.
However, this joy was suddenly obscured by the frightening sensation of terror in his eyes. It seemed as if a persistent, almost tangible fear floated around him, breaking the sweetness of that bright morning. You tried to give him the warmth he'd lost when he woke up by holding him close to you, a warmth you hoped would ease his anxieties. You waited for the night's mist to clear, for your eyes to regain their luminosity. When your vision finally became clear, the truth appeared with frightening clarity.
A nightmare had invaded the blond, a dream haunted by increasing shadows. The resonance of his terrors was almost audible in the air, as he fought against waves of hatred and disquieting whispers. The fear of having to step away from the music scene had overwhelmed him, a fear amplified by the discovery of your relationship, which had earned him an avalanche of judgment and criticism. This heavy atmosphere, marked by suffering and uncertainty, mixed with your own sense of guilt.
Intense pain coursed through his being, like a torrent of unbearable grief that shattered the silence of the room. The singer clung to himself, like a frightened child trying to protect himself from the pain that overwhelmed him. The scene was heartbreaking: his cries and bewildered expression were the traces of a suffering too long repressed, the direct result of hours of relentless training and the sacrifices he'd been inflicting on himself for months, in the illusory hope that the improvement in his performance would make people forget the existence of your relationship.
Every tense movement, every sigh, every grimace was a silent testimony to the imposing pressure he was feeling. Watching this spectacle, you felt a deep sadness, but above all, a wave of self-reproach washed over you. It was impossible for you not to blame yourself, to convince yourself that everything was your responsibility. The suffering he was enduring was a direct consequence of your relationship, like a stone in your heart.
The discomfort took hold of you with overwhelming force. You felt completely responsible for your loved one's misfortune, and nothing could change that.
that feeling in your mind. Her distress was caused by you, her anxieties were born of you, and nothing else seemed real or relevant in the face of this total certainty. At that time, guilt seemed to be the only feeling that was present, invading every thought, every breath, like a persistent shadow that dimmed your vision and your heart.
It was necessary to conceal your own emotions for as long as possible, to become the foundation on which he could rely without hesitation. Beyond one of those artificial smiles you'd often given him in recent months, you were hiding your own suffering. As you gently drew closer to him, you tried to offer him the support he needed, and asked with infinite gentleness, "Would you like a massage for your aches and pains?"
The room was still dark, but you were aware, almost with certainty, that despite the late hour, you had to help him at all costs, as if your own life depended on it.
Beomgyu simply nodded back, without saying a word, as you stared at him. His desperate, distraught gaze broke your heart into a thousand pieces, a gaze that revealed the full depth of his suffering.
Delicately, you removed her top. If the situation hadn't been so sad and tired, the scene might have been marked by a certain lightness. It was impossible to resist the temptation to give her a little Eskimo kiss on the tip of the nose, a passionate gesture that immediately provoked a little mimicry on her lips.
"I promise we'll find a solution together, pretty heart," you declared with trembling sincerity. Your voice was almost uncertain, but full of promise and tenderness. That hilarity, short as it was, had become a sign of your willingness to be there for him, whatever the challenges ahead.
You carefully laid him down on the bed, making sure he was comfortable, before fetching a calophylla body oil, renowned for its soothing properties. You'd carefully lay him down on the bed, making sure he was comfortable, before fetching a calophylla body oil. When you finally returned, you applied the oil with infinite delicacy, your gestures meticulous, measured to avoid causing him the slightest pain. The warmth of your hands and the tenderness of your movements seemed to have an almost magical effect, and little by little, they succeeded in soothing Beomgyu. Yet despite the crushing fatigue, he struggled to stay awake, eager to hear the comforting words you whispered to him:
"You are truly courageous, even in the most difficult times, you find the strength to persevere. Every day spent with you is a real gift, and I'm grateful to be able to share these moments with you. I'm here for you every step of the way, so you'll never be alone. Always remember how important you are to me, and that despite all the difficulties, your smile is what brightens my days. I love you more than anything else in the world."
These whispers, imbued with sweetness and comfort, enveloped the guitarist like an invisible embrace, offering him refuge from pain and fatigue. Each word was a caress to his soul, an assurance that despite his trials, he was not alone.
You finally managed to stop, feeling that the blond's aches and pains had eased thanks to the effect of the soothing massage. You lay down tenderly beside him, giving him a soothing hug. With a teasing expression, you leaned into his ear and whispered, "Aren't you going to tell me you love me too?"
Your boyfriend's burst of laughter echoed slowly around the room, bringing a joyful warmth with him. Your gaze was fixed on him, contemplating his splendor. Before you could rejoice, he murmured with sincere sweetness, "I love you too, and even more than you."
At the sound of these words, your cheeks puffed up in surprise, and you turned your head with a small air of displeasure. Of course you loved him the most! But the one you affectionately called my teddy bear, with a mischievous face, added: "My princess is pouting at me. Don't worry, it won't last." He turned his head and, with infinite gentleness, embraced you.
The sweetness of his kiss, which was all his own, made you switch off. You couldn't resist the delicacy, surrendering to the emotion. He allowed you to catch your breath, while placing light, proud kisses on every part of your face. As he moved closer to you to take you back into his arms, you finally noticed the time: 4:52. All you wanted was to sink into a soothing sleep. Now that Beomgyu was happy, you also felt a sense of satisfaction, even if fatigue was beginning to set in.
As he hugged you to his muscular chest, seeking the comfort and warmth required to find sleep, he whispered in your ear, "Look, look, the sky is so beautiful." Then you quickly turned your head to observe the soft pastel colors of the sunrise. The sight was breathtaking, and you were glad you'd been awake early enough to enjoy it.
With an almost childlike wonder, you contemplated the spectacle, as if you were discovering candy for the first time. The changing colors of the sky, from dawn to day, were a true artistic creation. When the sun finally rose and the pastel hues began to fade, the TxT member slowly rose to close the shutters. Then he put his phone on the bedside table and launched your playlist, the one you used to listen to together, filled with sweet memories.
Back at your side, he expressed his gratitude and wrapped his arms suavely around you once more. He slowly drifted off to sleep, while you gazed at him with joy, delighted to see him at peace at last. Your heart was filled with happiness to see him finally at rest.
Before finding him in the arms of Morpheus, you took another moment to enjoy this shared happiness, enveloped by the gentle melody of your favorite songs. Then you drifted off to sleep beside him, filled with the sweetness and tranquility of the night.
When you emerged from the second half of your night, you immediately found yourself immersed in the gaze of your lover. He must have gotten up long before you did, and his radiant face was the first welcome of this new day. The music from your playlist continued to play in the background, creating a soft, familiar ambience. His eyes were filled with a love and passion that you wished he could hold in your gaze for all eternity. You noticed that he had put his top back on.
"Sleeping Beauty is finally awake," he observed with an amused smile. It had always been his habit to give you princess nicknames, considering that any other term would be a mark of disrespect. You returned it happily, glad to hear it.
"I've made you breakfast, let me go get it, I'll be right back," he continues, while gently untying you from his arms.
As her warmth left your arms, you instinctively sought out her pillow, comforting yourself in its scent, the scent of oil from the night before. If you didn't know what it smelled like, you'd almost think someone had prepared a curry dish. Pulling the pillow tighter against you, you felt almost like a child, wrapped up in his t-shirt, your only pyjamas, which covered you up to the thighs. The delicacy of the fabric and the familiar scent of the blond man brought you soothing comfort, allowing you to enjoy those last moments of tranquility before getting up.
Your lover returned at last, carrying a tray of your favorite foods. When you saw him, a smile lit up your face, grateful for this delicate attention. "You're so cute," he complimented you with an infatuated look. You didn't respond immediately, preferring to concentrate on the food, quickly taking a bite of the mizu soup. There was no doubt about it: he knew how to make you happy.
"Why did you leave the music on?" you asked curiously, noting that normally the first one awake always turned off the music. He quickly replied, "It's raining outside, so I thought it would be nicer for you." His thoughtfulness touched you deeply, and you thanked him.
While he took garlic bread, you always wondered how he could start his day with that. He finished chewing his mouthful before offering, "I could stop it and play for a bit if you like." You nodded enthusiastically. Seeing Beomgyu play guitar just for you was a real pleasure.
Pushing aside your finished bowl of soup, you grabbed an onigiri, looking forward t o tasting this delicious Japanese food. Although you were Korean, you adored Japanese cuisine and could eat almost exclusively from it, with the exception of kimchi.
"You're not working today, are you?" you asked, sincerely hoping not to get your hopes up. You'd been looking forward to a day off with him for a while, and being able to spend the day together filled you with joy.
He smiles at you and nods with quiet satisfaction. "And even though I won't be going to practice today, I know you don't like it," he said, adding a warm expression. You felt relieved and happy that he had made the effort for you.
"Is there anything in particular you'd like to do?" he asked with benevolent curiosity. "Enjoy your presence," you replied, your gaze full of affection.
As he leaned in to kiss you, you put your hand in front of his lips with a serious expression in your eyes. "How many times do I have to tell you that I won't kiss you until you've brushed your teeth? Your morning breath is horrible, especially after eating so much garlic bread!" The firmness in your voice contrasted with the love contained in your words.
With the tray empty, Beomgyu got up to put it away, and you heard the sound of washing up mingling with the soft murmur of rain falling outside. While he busied himself with the dishes, you finally got up to open the curtains and see that it was raining heavily, which was quite normal for harvest time.
Deciding to make the most of it, you headed for the kitchen to make some hot chocolate. The sweet scent of warming chocolate mingled with that of the rain, creating the perfect atmosphere. As you set about this task, you glanced in the direction of the singer, happy to share this simple but precious moment with him.
In addition to the rain, you could hear the current music murmuring, focused on your task. You found it slightly out of place, but the melody was soft and familiar. As you picked up marshmallows to decorate the top of the hot chocolate, you were suddenly surprised by a splash of water from the guitarist. You looked up, pouting, and asked, "Why?"
He simply replied with a satisfied expression, and you decided to return the favor by throwing lots of water at him. Unfortunately for you, he dodged with a toothy grin. "Will you dance with me?" he asked, his tone charming.
The music was that of your first slow dance, and you smiled as you followed his movements. Although dancing wasn't your forte, and the jet-eyed man far surpassed you in that department, these moments were so enchanting that you let yourself get carried away by the magic. He always made you feel like a real princess. You could hear him whispering the words of the song in your ear, and for a moment, you wondered how many people would have wanted to be in your shoes. These same people were surely the cause of the misfortunes that weighed on his shoulders, hatred being but shadows.
You didn't immediately notice that you were starting to stick to him, so much so that his pyjamas were also wet from your splashes. His murmurs suddenly ceased, to be replaced by a startled cry, "That's cold!" This cry made you recoil, and although your ear could have been softer in this situation, you found a certain satisfaction in karma manifesting itself in this way.
After this little escapade, you finish your hot chocolate with the marshmallows before putting your things away. Turning to him, you say happily, "Let's go brush our teeth, I'm already dreaming of being able to kiss you for hours."
As if nothing could convince you better, the idol ran to the bathroom to change.
When you joined him, he was dressed in an oversized jogging suit, and you were looking at yourselves in the mirror while brushing your teeth, eager for what was to come. You finished the task in record time, before the dancer leaned towards you, his lips more insistent, unable to pull away from yours. You spent so much time in this embrace that the hot chocolates went cold, the tap water bill was looking high for this month, but above all, so much that for the first time you reached the end of your playlist.
Finally, he gently moved away from you to pick up his guitar, sitting on the bed while you looked for something in your wardrobe. You found a wet T-shirt, but preferred it to not having his smell. Seeing you like this, your teddy bear smiled, happy to see how attached you were to his scent.
He tuned his guitar carefully, and when you joined him, he began to sing a very familiar song: "Beautiful" by Bazzi, his favorite. He loved it so much that you'd come to appreciate it too. You let yourself be carried away, murmuring the words in a voice that was still a little hesitant. Beomgyu stopped singing to listen to you fully, finding your voice soft and angelic, even if you judged it too deep. He really wondered how anyone could want to hurt someone as wonderful as you.
Hearing your voice timidly unfold, the singer finally asked you to sing louder.
Blushing with embarrassment, you felt increasingly vulnerable.
Nevertheless, he took you in his arms to comfort you for long minutes, and, with infinite tenderness, he whispered, "Do you want a secret?"
You nodded your head in agreement, your eyes sparkling with curiosity. I'll let you in on the secret. After a moment's silence, he murmured in a soft but mysterious voice: "Actually, I've never really believed in fairy tales. But since I met you, I've discovered that they can exist. You see, every time I sing, every time I look at you, I realize that everything I thought was unreal is coming true with you."
He looked into your eyes, his lips stretching, his face becoming even more amorous. "My secret is that I've always dreamed of a life filled with moments like these, where everything seems perfect simply because we're together. You make it all possible. When I sing for you, it's as if every note and every word is a declaration of my love for you."
He took a deep breath, then continued, his tone becoming more serious and sincere. "And the best part of it all is that I'm not alone in this dream. You're there with me, sharing every moment, every melody. So, in a way, the real secret is that I've become a true dreamer thanks to you. You've turned my life into a fairy tale I never thought possible."
You smiled, proud and moved, as you listened to the idol continue with a sincerity that warmed your heart. He continued with unwavering passion:
"And that's why, even if some people spread hate and malice about you, which you absolutely don't deserve, I'll always be by your side, clinging to this dream we share. You're the only one I've ever written lyrics for, the only muse I've ever had, and I wouldn't want any other. None more perfect than you. We don't have to look for a solution together, we just have to make them understand that you're not a brake on my career. Far from it, you're the driving force behind it, the one who pushes me to go further and further and beyond my limits. I love you.
"
The TxT member took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on yours with a gentle, sincere intensity. His voice, laden with emotion, sounded like a declaration of the heart:
"What I dreamed about last night wasn't losing my career. No, what I'm really afraid of is losing you. Because I see these false smiles you're giving me more and more often, as if you're feeling guilty about something you shouldn't be. It breaks my heart to see you feel this way, when you have nothing to blame yourself for. They're the ones at fault, not you."
He moved a little closer, his hands gently caressing yours. His eyes filled with held back tears, testifying to the depth of his feelings: "You're the best thing that ever happened to me, and I don't want you to break up with me just because you feel guilty. You're only guilty of taking my heart hostage, and for that I thank you infinitely."
He took a moment to wipe away a tear that beaded at the corner of his eyes before continuing, his voice laden with immeasurable attachment. "Stop giving me fake smiles to hide your pain. Just accept to be with me, forever. I want you to be happy, to feel loved and cherished, without ever worrying about what others think or say."
In his eyes, there was a mixture of burning desire and a deep need to protect you and keep you by his side. "I want to share every moment with you, every smile, every look. Together, we can weather any storm. But above all, I want you to be by my side, to stay with me, not out of guilt, but out of love."
Tears of joy welled up in your eyes, testifying to the deep emotion Beomgyu's words had awakened in you. Her ability to express such sincere and beautiful feelings touched you more than you could have imagined.
Without a word, you took him in your arms, trying to hide your tears in his neck, enjoying the comforting warmth of his embrace. You were happier than ever to have him by your side, and every moment with him seemed like a precious gift. You knew you'd never be able to find the words to offer him such a magnificent declaration.
than his. So, rather than tire yourself out trying, you opted for a simpler but equally meaningful gesture.
You kissed him with such intensity that it threw him gently onto the bed, the guitar in his hands, now abandoned to focus on the two of you. The embrace was imbued with a passion and gratitude that transcended words. The kisses you offered her were silent promises of eternal love, tokens of your gratitude for every moment shared, for every gesture and every tender word.
As he lay back on the bed, you leaned over gently, whispering into his ear a series of "thank you's", each one more emotional and sincere than the last. Each word was imbued with the full depth of your feelings, a mixture of admiration, gratitude and immeasurable love. "Thank you for every moment of happiness, thank you for every smile, thank you for being the incredible person you are..." you said, tears of joy still in your eyes.
The cause of your tears handed you one of the two hot chocolates you'd left on the dresser, a thoughtful gesture that warmed your heart. With an air of cloudiness, he murmured: "You don't have to thank me for anything, all I did was tell you what was on my mind."
You sat back with a sigh of contentment, taking the hot chocolate and drinking it in one gulp. The gentle warmth and comforting taste of the chocolate made you forget your worries for a moment. Meanwhile, the young man carefully put away his guitar, placing it out of the way so it wouldn't disturb you. He thanked you for having acted as a shield for his
t-shirt still wet, then tenderly ran her hand over your Cupid's bow, brushing away the mossy moustache that had made its appearance.
He looked into your eyes with passion before asking: "We're watchingMagi: The Labyrinth of Magic or Hometown Cha-Cha-Cha?"
You thought for a moment, smiling as you thought of the perfect day ahead. "Hometown Cha-Cha-Cha then Magi," you replied, fully aware that you had the whole day with him to enjoy his entertainment choices.
The idol smiles, his eyes sparkling with happiness at the idea of spending this day by your side. "Good choice," he said, moving closer to you, his smile lighting up his face. You settled comfortably on the sofa, wrapped in blankets, ready to spend a wonderful moment together.
