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monbebe294 · 3 years

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Good Night, My Love (Jooheon x reader)

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Jooheon x Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 0,8k

A/N: Hi everyone! Here’s this week’s updates! I know that updates have been very rare.. but I guess I’m running out of stock.. I’ve been gaining less interactions and responses from readers so.. i guess I kinda feel a little demotivated to update too much.

But, I’ll still give updates so don’t worry. Thankyou for you who’s still heree and reading! <3

A sigh escaped your lips as you finally reached your door. “What a relief,” you thought. The day is finally over and you can finally relax a bit. It was a simple source of happiness you figured as you reached adulthood. To just.. Pause. At least until tomorrow.

Your hands moved to unlock the door and as it opened you sighed once more, inhaling the scent of your home. It formed a little smile on your lips as you’re assured that you’re now safe in the comfort of your own home.

You didn’t need to process much, immediately putting your things on the sofa and having your legs automatically bringing you to your shared bedroom. There, a figure awaits on the bed, sleeping soundly. You let him be, opting to clean yourself before clinging onto him like a koala.

You walked past your closet and opened his, grabbing one of his bigger shirts and only a pair of undergarments from yours. The shower wasn’t long. It only took you a few minutes to clean up before stepping out and attempting to dry your hair.

It didn’t take long until you finally gave up on trying to fully dry your hair, leaving it to dry out on it’s own. You eventually drag yourself to the bed. To him.

Crawling up,, you immediately find yourself snaking your arms around his waist. You continued your set of actions by burying your face into the valley of his back. His broad shoulders were more than enough to protect you from the moonlight shining from outside the windows.

Your arms tighten around him as you take a deep breath, inhaling his scent. You nestled your face deeper into his back. He made you feel safe in his own way.

“Oh, you’re home,” Jooheon said with his voice still hoarse out of slumber.

You only hummed in his response, eyes closed and blinded by the dark.

“Have you eaten anything yet?” he mumbled again through his drowse.

You shook your head no, still attached to him. It felt as if everything’s going to be okay in this form, stuck to his figure and absorbing his warmth.

He then moved his arms above yours, cupping your hands in his big ones. “Do you want to eat then? I think there’s some leftovers in the frid-”

“Let’s just stay like this for a while,” your voice muffled as you took another breath.

“Was work that bad today?” he asked, chuckling. He, now somewhat awake, shifting his position. Detaching your arms from his waist after a little struggle, he laid on his back opening his arms to you.

You then crawled closer to him, searching for comfort as you draped your arm across his stomach, half of your head buried in his chest. Jooheon then brought his hands up to your head and lazily stroked your hair.

“How was your day?”

“Like shit,” you answered weekly. You then felt him laughing under you, in which your laughter followed suit. How contagious.

“My boss asked for revisions again. I hate that he’s always lazing around when I work and then just gives me suggestions and revision requirements at the very end. He could’ve monitored my work when I was doing it. Piece of shit,” you continued, your volume slowly fading. Though the energy in your voice kept decreasing, Jooheon’s ears were still wide open for you and your story. I swear if I could, I’d quit my job and find a better company,” you said to him as you nuzzled your face deeper to his chest. He could only chuckle to himself.

His arms encouraged you, moving from stroking your hair to hugging you closer. His other hand worked to find a way to have the covers topping the both of your merged figures.

He noticed how your rambles have somewhat stopped. He took it as a sign and started saying, “I mean, you can always quit. But, maybe not now? You’ll alway have me, but I think you’ll regret your decisions later on if you don’t think it through first.”

“I love you,” you suddenly said sleepily.

“I love you, too. I just don’t want you to regret it later on. You know you can always come to me when you’re tired, right?” he asked as he looked down to you.

The sight before him melted his heart. You were sound asleep in his arms. He was always glad that you could trust him to hold you in his grasp despite the rainstorm of tears. You weren’t the type to show it out, so he felt somewhat special to have you trusting him enough to do.. This.

He quickly remembered how you mentioned that you haven’t eaten. However. He doesn’t have the heart to wake you up again and bring you back to the cruel reality just for some leftovers.

Smiling to himself, Jooheon made a mental note to make you breakfast in bed tomorrow. It’s saturday. You’d love it, he bet. He proceeded to move strands of hair away from your face before kissing your temple and joining you shortly.

Good night, my love.

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Five More Minutes (Wonho x reader)

Genre: Fluffy smut

Pairing: Wonho x Reader

Warnings: sex

Word count: 0,9k

A/N: Hi everyone! Here’s this week’s updatess! Ikr omg, I’m finally writing smut again.. But anws, I hope u enjoyed this one! <3

Happy reading!

The morning sunlight bursts through the glass of the bedroom windows as soft snores filled the room. The bed was covered with wrinkled white sheets. It was huge, yet the amount of space left could only mean that the two bodies were either merged or tangled with each other.

Your body is bare but not fully, only enough for you to share the warmth of each other’s touches. It was very much peaceful.

Your eyelids began to flutter open as they protected your eyesight from the new level of brightness that the room could offer. It was morning and you’re waking up. Your sight moved from one area to another, absorbing what you could process so early in the morning. You’re in his room. With him. With Wonho.

Taking a deep breath, you shifted your body slightly, only to find his huge arms around your waist and his face nestled to your back. He is probably twice as big as you, and he probably has the power to easily snap your bones in half as easy as snapping a plastic card in half, yet here you have him in his weakest state. Slumbering with his buff arms around you as if to protect you from anything there is.

You then continued to shift yourself to a more comfortable position, sitting straight up. Not too much, but just enough for him to be comfortable, resting his head on your stomach. Eventually, your movements woke him up.

His eyes were gifted by the bare sight of you pushing your hair back and away from disturbing your sight. You of course noticed the slight movement from his head, implying that he’s now awake.

“Good morning,” you said to him, whose eyes are still droopy.

“Morning beautiful,” his voice muffled by the only thing that’s covering your body. His huge shirt that is.

You then ran your fingers through his hair, knowing the effect of it on him. It makes him extra sleepy. A gesture that was cute. The chances for you to do it was rare, but the mornings were very much favorable to you.

He took a deep breath, attempting to breathe in extra life to himself and finally opened his eyes wider. He took in the sight of you.

His buff arms then proceeded to pull you under him. Your surprised yelp was then blended by the chuckles as you hold onto his arms that are captivating you in-between.

Without sparing another moment, he crashed his lips on yours, capturing a passionate kiss. You could only close your eyes and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He slid his hand to your back, laying you on the bed under him as his kisses trailed to your cheeks and jaws.

Holding your hips in place, he began rocking his hips against yours, earning soft moans from you as you continued to run your fingers through his hair. His lips continued to move lazily but with effort, making wet trails down your neck and stopping at your collarbones, continuing his work there.

He proceeded to plant his knees in-between you and slide his boxers down. His kisses stayed and got rougher on your collarbone while his hand spread your thighs, giving himself more freedom. He finally slides in his stiffened member into you, making you moan louder at the sudden intrusion. He stayed still, letting you adjust for a moment as he kept his kisses going.

You then proceeded to move his face away from your chest and back to where his lips belong. To yours. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he took it as a sign that you were ready. He began to move, slow yet contenting. Each of his thrusts isn’t rough. It was just enough.

He continued pushing into your favorite spot before pulling out completely and pushing in again. Your wet walls, making it easier for him to do so.

You moaned again in any chance possible. It was heavenly to feel as such so early in the morning.

You then felt his grip tightened slightly and picked up his pace. It wasn’t rough, but he produced harder thrusts. Soon, you began to feel the know building up in the pit of your stomach, making you tighten your grip on his biceps, unconsciously pushing in your nails. Wonho couldn’t care less. It was something he could deal with later. He could only feel more and more encouraged as he notices your reaction.

His shallow thrusts became deeper, and soon the coil in your stomach snapped and you came undone. You broke the kiss to let out a long breath, feeling relieved. Though it didn’t stop him, he continued down on the crook of your neck.

He then continued his thrusts, chasing his own release. His actions were again relaxed but deep.

“You feel so good, sweetie,” he whispered as he continued to make you feel every inch of him.

Moments later, he came inside you, shooting his warm load inside you and buried his head to the crook of your neck, trying to steady his breathing as you did with yours. Your hand around his neck didn’t falter. It stayed.

“Should we get you cleaned up?” he asked, still in the position.

“Later,” you said tiredly.

He then pulled out, making you sigh from the emptiness. He kneeled straight up, attempting to get out of bed before you held his hand. He turned his eyes to you, waiting for a reason.

“Don’t go yet,” you said, “Please?”

He softly smiled as he heard you say, “Five more minutes.”

He climbed back under the sheets and once again wrapped his buff around you.

“Okay.. five more minutes,” he softly replied before kissing your temple.

“I love you,” you said to him.

“I love you more,” he said replying.

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Rewarded (Hyungwon x reader)

Genre: Fluffy ending; idol!au

Pairing: Hyungwon x Reader

Warnings: Overworking

Word count: 1,4k

A/N: Hiii!! Thankyou for stopping by. I hope you’re going to enjoy reading this. And I hope u had a great week.

“So,” your manager started, “Have you two decided on a song yet?”

Your eyes shifted to him as your hand was busy mixing your food with chopsticks. Your eyes stayed on him, waiting for him to answer the question.

“We have,” he, Hyungwon, said. He then proceeded to look at you only to find your confused expression. “I mean.. We have a few in mind.”

You shifted away your eyes, back to your bowl of katsudon, approving his answer.

It’s not an easy thing to “pick a song,” you know..” you said to your manager.

She then shot back, “Yes, but this is quite an important collab stage. You know.”

“Of course we do,” Hyungwon said, in an attempt to cool down the mood.

Moments later, the practice room was cleared up and both of your managers decided to run some errands, leaving the two of you alone. “We should really pick a song,” he said as he sat next to you after the meal.

“We should,” you said, pulling out your phone. You opened your notes app and opened a specific file. There, only two songs left unstrikethroughed, as a result of your long discussion of course.

You showed him the screen of your phone, “Well, only two left.”

“I’ve been thinking, I think the upper one would suit us better. The second one’s a bit...”

You waited for him to continue, but no more sound was produced and so you continued his sentence, “Lacking?”

He faced you and smiled at your initiative, “Sure, lacking.”

It wasn’t long until the two of you stood up and tried to cook something up. The collab stage was settled to be the full responsibility of the idols, so the company didn’t provide you any assistance from a choreographer.

Sure, now the two of you have a lot more to work on than you actually have. But, synchronously, both of you decided to not pry on it and just get your jobs done.

By the end of the day, the moves were done. Barely. It was something that the two of you could fix and polish from time to time. The stage will be held in a few weeks anyways. So, after watching the video on your phone with heavy breaths, you two decided that it was a good starter pack.

From time to time, your meetings become more frequent. The moves were getting improved and it was coming to a more servable set, ready to be mastered and performed. The two of you had agreed on adding an adequate amount of touching, as how it should be appropriate on couple dances. And by the time it’s finalized, the stage was two weeks away.

Fitting was done. Accessories were set. Everything was fixed. All you needed to do left was keep practicing, aside from attending the award show and performing of course.

As days go by, your practices with Hyungwon become more common and prolonged. It was of the clear urgency of course. The due day was just in a few, and both of you wanted it to be perfect.

So, here you are again with him, hidden in one of the practice rooms that Starship manages to stuff in their building. The music was blastic through the speakers and the two of you were moving synchronously, as how the whole dance was planned out.

Your eyes were on yourself in the mirror, capturing every bit of mistakes and imperfection. You were unsatisfied by your own work, feeling like everything was improvable. Hyungwon, on the other hand, kept going just fine. Watching him move along with you made you feel small.

You then made mental notes. Starting from which parts to fix, and the secret extra practices that you are obliged to do in the future without Hyungwon. All the free times you can use to practice instead of resting.

And there you have it, the next two weeks, endlessly practicing for both your own stage and the collab stage. It was tiresome, but you shrugged it off, opting to give your best to the crowds.

Accidentally skipped meals weren’t rare. You often found yourself cursing on your own when you got home and remembered that you hadn't eaten.

It was a terrible habit, but you made empty promises to yourself about taking care of your own health, which you can’t keep, most of the week.

The due day came after what felt like only a blink since your first announcement. It felt like your first encounter with Hyungwon was yesterday. But that wasn’t what’s important. The important thing is that the both of you attend the event with your performance ready in your pockets.

The unhealthy habits were surely giving out their effects. Your skin is burning, you’re starving, and you feel completely tired. It was clear of what’s causing this, but you decided to shrug it off and push yourself.

“It’s gonna be okay,” you thought, “It’s only going to be two stages and after that I’ll only be sitting,”you continued your self-convincing speech.

Before you knew it, you were dressed in your first stage outfit. Typical of those being uncomfortable, you kept going, giving everyone and your fans a performance worth the eye. “I can’t disappoint them,” you thought as you did your magic.

Anyone in that hall wouldn’t notice, seeing how you gleam on the stage and sprinkling pixie dust, but you were withering on the inside as you danced and sang to your own song.

When the first performance ended, you got off-stage with heavy breaths. You walked past Hyungwon and the group already glammed and ready to rock the stage. Their performance would buy you sometime before the rest of the members would have to switch places with you for your collab stage.

To that fact, you proceeded to walk into your dressing room, finding the stylists, make up artists, and hairdressers ready to give you touch ups and a change of attire.

In a flash, you were ready for the next stage. Your make up was upgraded to a bolder look, and this time, your hair was down. Your queasy feeling was long forgotten as you walked out to the stage to take your place. Everyone cheered as they saw you appear. When all you think about is to make this perfect.

The music then played. It blasted through the hall as the two of you began to dance. Your steps were all precise yet again, you’re feeling as if your insides were being shaken. You continued anyway. It wasn’t an excuse. Everything was fine. One part then came on, hyungwon had to spin you and catch you by the waist. His hands grazed along your thighs, respectfully of course, to add a little spice to the sight. You were more than okay with it and proceeded. But something got caught up in his mind. How warm you felt under his touch. It was oven-like, and it got him worried. Of course the two of you didn’t become the bestest friends after one collab stage, but the two of you had gotten close enough. Enough to make him feel worried.

Fortunately, he was able to mask it through the whole performance, keeping his cool facade, matching yours as well, even though he knew how messed up you might be feeling inside.

The stage finished not long after. You froze at your ending poses, figures close to each other. Standing with heavy breaths, the two of you kept your cool. It was after you got off-stage that was concerning. Hyungwon stopped your tracks and asked, “Y/N, are you okay?”

“Uhh, yeah,” you lied, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

You tried waving his accusations off as you tried to suppress the pain in your head. He caught you hand mid-air with his big ones and was surprised at how warm you really feel. “Y//N, you’re burning.”

Too dazed to answer, he took over and guided you to your dressing room, meeting the staff. He explained what happened to them as you sat on the sofa with a sense of fatigue.

He opened a water bottle and handed it to you, telling you to drink some. Afterwards, you insisted on going back outside and joining the others in the show. But Hyungwon was worried. He suggested that you should be resting backstage, or at least until your car picks you up early, “I think I should-”

“Y/N,” he called, attempting to calm you down and assure you that resting a bit was for your own good. You sat down and sighed, giving up on the caring argument, you then leaned on one side with your eyes feeling heavy and small breaths escaping your lips.

“Just close your eyes,” he whispered calmly as he covered your lower half with a jacket.

And you did, instantly falling into a suspension of consciousness as he sat beside you to assure you that it’s all fine.

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Feel The Rain (Minhyuk x reader)

Genre: Angst(?), Fluff; best friends!au

Pairing: Minhyuk x Reader

Warnings: implications of depression and burnouts

Word count: 1,4k

A/N: Hi everyone! Here’s to everyone of you who’s been feeling down. I hope you find your way back! <3

Happy reading!

Your eyes watched closely as the two droplets of water raced down along the other side of the window. There you sat, accompanied by only your book and your steaming cup of tea, waiting for things to pass.

“What to pass?” one might ask. Funny how you yourself couldn’t answer the question clearly. You couldn’t provide an answer to anyone who’s asking, forcing yourself to sound out a constant and repetitive lie, “Nothing, I’m fine.” It’s a shame how you can’t be too honest and just spit out the real tattles in your heart, not even to yourself.

You always have thought that maybe if you close your eyes, you can continue on, without having to worry about what’s worse that could come before you in the future. And that surprisingly worked for a while on yourself, thriving marvelously while hurting so badly on the inside.

“It’s okay,” you lied to yourself, “Everything’s okay.”

What a tiring and depressing habit.

And here you are now. Sitting on your window’s edge of your room, haven’t stepped out since you’ve woken up. Accompanied by the rain outside, your tea, and your book, you could only think there silently.

Not that you’d act any different any other days, but something just made these specific times different. Maybe it’s that ache in your heart. Your feelings and thoughts collaborating on creating them. How they make you think about how you’re enough or not. How they make you believe that you’re slacking off all the time. How they make you accept that you’re not allowed to rest. How they make you believe you don’t deserve everything. How they’ve convinced you that you’ve let everyone down in some way. It was tiring, and destructive apparently.

But what could you do?

There isn’t much, if you were being completely honest with yourself. It’s not like you can tell your parents everything. It’s not like you want to spend a fortune and your time on counseling. It’s not that you can ring your best friends 24/7 each time you’re doubting. It’s not like they only live to help you. It’s not like you can pause your deadlines. It’s not like you can rest.

So this is probably the one thing that you can do. Detaching yourself from the real world. At least for just a little while.

But actually, your absence, even from the cyber world, had left you close friends wondering and worrying, reasonably of course. They, Minhyuk and Kihyun, have missed your figure in the pack. Your sarcastic comments and your opened ears. Your usual grammar-correcting with your eyes glued to your book. Your disappearance has simply left them concerned. Like they’ve lost something. They had missed you, in short.

And so it was set. They agreed on a certain agenda. Minhyuk will visit your place first and try going solo trying to cheer you up. And Kihyun will visit after finishing up some things and fetching some things for you. They planned it all for you. What to bring. What snacks to buy you. What delivery foods to order. Which movies to watch together. They were being sweet. How dreamy of a best friend they are.

That day was today. Minhyuk is now standing in your doorway, closing his umbrella and setting it aside to dry off from the rain drops. He then brought his hands to knock on your door. It didn’t take long or a loud one for you to finally open up. It was him after all.

“Hi you,” he said to you with a soft smile.

You gave him a weak one in return as you let him in and sheltered from the rain. “Hi.”

“How are you? Alive right? You were missing and just.. Sort of vanished..,” he said to you.

You sneered, “Oh please, it’s been like.. What? Three days? You guys missed me that much? I knew it. You really can’t live without me.”

“Replying to texts is a polite thing to do, you know? And yes, apparently we’re worried.”

You gave him a look of disapproval, teasing him.

“You mean you missed me?” you narcissitically teased.

He grew tired of your mini game, it seems like. And so, he agreed, in an attempt to stop your little playful conversation. “Sure.”

“But really, are you okay?”

You scoffed, “Of course not.”

He frowned upon your state, hoping to have been able to help you resolve the ongoing situation. He can’t do it sadly, fully help you. It was a spiritual healing journey that must be travelled by one self to find their own settlement, your own light at the other end of the tunnel.

However you might pursue your answer, he still has a chance to help. The rain. He might’ve had a silly idea. One that Kihyun would scold him for. But still, he thinks it would be fun.

He stared at your figure from behind who’s checking the kitchen cabinets for bags of chips or anything for the two of you to consume. And for a moment, he contemplated if he should or shouldn’t. Screw it. He smiled, “Let’s go.”

“Huh.”

“Let’s go.”

“Go where??”

“The rain?!”

“Yes,” he said as a final reassurance to you before walking over to you to take your small hands in his big ones. He then pulled you gently with him, guiding you outside. “I mean, Kihyun will probably slaughter us for this, but he’ll spare us.. I think.”

“You think?” you asked as he opened your front door and dragged you along to the rain.

“We’re gonna be okay,” he smiled as he started his fun.

It was coming to a point. He’s trying to cheer you up, in his uncommon ways. Dancing in the rain, it looks like. Today. He spinned around, splattering some of the water from the rain to you.

“Ahh!” you yelled as you covered your eyes in an attempt to protect them. He could only chuckle, seeing your reaction. “Cute,” he thought.

“Come on, Y/N,” he took your hand and guided you closer to him. You then got an idea. You followed his guidance, and when you were close enough to him, you jumped, splashing some water to his lower half making him yelp in surprise.

You laughed. He then took your arm pulling you closer and finally into his warm embrace. He wrapped his arms securely around your waist.

It made you feel safe. He whispered in your ear as he swayed your bodies, “In case you don’t know, we love you. You are so much more than enough to us. And yes we missed you.”

His words gave you assurance. He made you feel safe. Protected.

You closed your eyes as you rested your head on his chest, drenched bodies entangled. “I’m really tired.”

“That’s okay.”

“I feel alone.”

“That’s okay too,” he said, pulling away slightly to make your eyes meet. “But we’re here. We love you, and our ears are open.”

“Even for me?”

“Especially for you,” he smiled once again.

He’d love to keep up the intimate moment, but really, mischievous ideas kept coming, and they’re quite inevitable. He then started messing with your hair. It being wet makes them harder to control. He then brought your soaked strands of hair to the front of your face, making you struggle with them and laughing at you.

You felt the automatic urge to execute revenge, and so, you kicked the puddle of water in-front of you, hard enough to reach his shirt too.

You laughed as he defensively shifted his pose. He then laughed too as he was getting wetter and wetter.

The two of you weren’t loud but quite the scene. Until finally a voice roared out.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING?”

You both froze with both pairs of eyes widened staring into each other, holding your laughs as you paused. The two of you were caught, by the one and only Kihyun.

“Uhh.. Playing..,” Minhyuk hesitantly replied, knowing whatever answer he gives out will only make him yell in response.

“We’re dead,” he said to you as the two of you were still frozen in place. “No, we’re not,” you thought as you continued to smile.

Kihyun then continued giving out orders, making the two of you stop for your own good. They continued to accompany you after.

Though you were busted, Minhyuk had brought you back to life for a moment there. They both make you feel valved, with their own ways. They make you feel like you exist. Like you’re alive.

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Once Upon a Drink (Changkyun x reader)

Genre: bartender and exhausted worker!au (tbh idk how to categorize this one.. but maybe this one’s classified as.. fluff (?))

Pairing: Changkyun x Reader

Warnings: Drinking

Word count: 1,8k

A/N: Here’s this week’s updates, I hope you enjoyed reading this one!

Every night was the same. The drunken fiestas. The messed up breakups. The celebrations. The reunions. The dates. The ones who are just in the mood to loosen up. Them who came here usually had chosen alcohol to help them with their journey throughout the night. A stupid chance, a poor decision. Really, a poor one. Various things had happened through the mentions of alcohol, but people seemed to be coming back for more.

Every night, as said in the beginning, was more or less the same. For Changkyun. The intoxicated ones in this place being his entertainment every night. He could only watch as they cheered, cried, picked fights, in which it was quite a pain in the ass for him, given the fact that he’ll have to be the one dealing with them, danced, laughed, flirted, or even just sit down and think. He had witnessed it all. From the goofy ones to the horny ones. From the sleepy ones to the energized ones. Hell, he was the one providing them the forbidden drinks.

By now, probably it’s easier and more common to call him a bartender. The witness of it all.

Young nights have so much to offer most times. And Changkyun is paid to make the drinks, to rile up the aura and situations. Maixing concoctions here and there, receiving a tip once in a while, in which he gladly accepts with open hands.

But tonight, he was honestly unamused. Unlike any other days, today he was dreading to find something more interesting Something with a simple yet intriguing tale to tell. Not that he’s going to express it and not that he has high hopes of finding one to his liking, but he is longing for something different tonight.

Well, you however, wasn’t what he had in mind. A worker with a title. That’s what you are. You have people under you to manage and not gonna lie, a quite ideal life alongside of it too to manage. You were quite the glory, but really, you’re just exhausted.

The situation to handle in the skyscraper buildings wasn’t exactly the easiest ones to deal with. The type of mess that you have to untangle was always the worst of the worst after the ones that you thought was the worst. In which you thought wrong. What a headache, seriously. But at the end of the day, you eventually managed to sort it out, putting everything back to where it’s supposed to be and maintaining the ideal level of calm before the next storm comes.

It was draining you, but to whom can you possibly complain?

Absolutely no one.

And so here you are, finding yourself walking into the mad house to shine solo after work. Setting your bag on your lap while sitting on the vacant seat and hitting Changkyun to a sense of realization of your existence in the bar area. It was as if you were waiting to get the front seat experience.

He then sauntered over to you. “Hi, what can I get you?” he asked while wiping the counters. His hands are busy, but his eyes trail to your face, examining and taking guesses on what you could be offering.

“Whiskey. Neat.”

Changkyun moved slightly to the side, giving your sight access to the ranges of whiskey there is. A few bottles were displayed, giving you options.

“Which one?”

There aren’t that many choices, but one caught your eye.

“Bottom shelf, second to the left.”

“Interesting,” he thought about your choice. You didn’t pick the prettiest bottle there was. Oh dear, no. You picked the strongest.

He reached for the particular bottle in question and opened the lid, pouring it on a clean glass in-front of you.

“Thanks,” you said unenthusiastically as you brought the now full glass in-front of you closer. You started taking a sip, little by little to make sure that you can think alongside of it. You sat there, staring at nothing with your tired eyes, looking completely miserable. Your face looks like it’s a mile away from amused and your fashion was in it’s disheveled state, but still proper.

Imagining what had happened in the last eight hours made your heart ache. All those hard work these past few weeks and what you got was the news that you almost got fired. What a reward.

In the midst of your drink and think session, you could clearly sense a pair of eyes lingering on your figure, probably wondering what’s your deal. But, it didn’t take you long to notice that it was him.

Him, the one who’s arranging the clean glasses approximately three feet away from you behind the counter.

Ah yes. It is somewhat true that you were depressingly eye catching enough for him to have his eyes pinned on you, both consciously or unconsciously. He would very much like to start the conversation, ask about what’s bothering you and maybe even ask how he can help. But something stopped him. His gumption stopped him. His basically a workplace setting for him and it’s more than unprofessional of him and he’s a stranger to you.

So, his final conclusion is that he’ll stay silent. Stopping at the point where he’s only looking, or might one say staring, at you. Leaving himself to wonder about who you are and what could possibly be your big of a deal.

But you objected to that, finally opening up and sounding yourself out. “Do I look that pathetic?” you asked him, killing the silence.

You took your eyes away from your glass, looking straight forward, then turning your head to him, finding his eyes on you.

He kept his expression straight, face comfortably shifted as he said, “Oh yeah, you look miserable.”

You let out a breathy chuckle at his honest opinion, catching his visuals in a glance and putting your eyes back on nothing, lifting your glass dand drinking half of it, letting the liquid leave warm tingles down your throat.

“You’ve seen a lot, I’m guessing,” you said, “And I suppose it’s because of what you do here?”

Lifting a brow at the statement as it is quite puzzling to where it’s going. He asked, “And?”

“And, just that I guess.. Tell me, any interesting stories around here?” you asked, unsure on why you did.

He answered, “Well, I personally don’t converse a lot with customers on a lot with customers on a daily basis. You’re one of a few.”

“Huh.. Should I be feeling special then?” you asked in a slightly amused tone.

“Maybe,” he answered, “Mostly bad breakups. But they started the conversation. I just listened.”

“Lame,” you sneered as you took another sip, and halted the conversation by staying silent.

Your silent and latest remark made Changkyun suddenly interested in ways he wasn’t sure how to explain. You gave him hope. Not that he’s trying to be nosy, but it’s not completely wrong. The fact that he’s bored isn’t completely wrong. The fact that he’s bored isn’t completely wrong. He needs a bit of spice tonight, however it is, he’ll take it.

“So, what’s your deal?” he finally shoots out.

You shift your attention to him. “Oh, I didn’t think you’d be interested.”

“Things can get boring here, I suppose. Therefore, maybe you should actually feel special I asked first,” he answered.

Sighing, you answered, “It sucks.”

“What sucks?”

“Not having anyone.”

“Romantic wise?”

“No. Shut up.”

“Okay.. okay..”

You cleared your throat, finally starting your tale. “For years I’ve worked in this company, and I always presented my best only to end up here, today, almost getting fired. It wasn’t necessarily my fault, but, you know..”

“I’m always trying and getting tired. But, like, there’s always no time for myself. It’s tiring. I can’t really tell anyone. Well, except you today. And thank fuck we’re strangers right now. But, it’d be nice to have someone around to care, I suppose,” you continued. You sipped your drink and what seemed to be the rest of what was left in that glass.

“I want another one,” you said to him.

He opened the lid once again and poured the liquid into your glass. “Would you like to open a tab?”

“Sure,” you said as you took out one of your cards and handed it to him.

He stepped closer to the cashier machine and did his magic. And after giving you a chance to continue talking, in which you didn’t, he spoke up again, “Well, I suppose so too. Maybe you’re the one who’s not letting them in,” his fingers tapping on the screen.

“Hmm.. Maybe… I’m quite selective, and you can’t blame me for that.”

Changkyun lifted his brow once again at your statement, “interesting,” he thought, but still he decided to not pry on that.

“Well, you said that you ALMOST got fired. Meaning you’ll still have tomorrow,” he said.

“And tomorrow’ll still suck.”

He chuckled as he dried the cleaned glasses, setting it neatly, ready for the next use.

“And you’ll bear with it,” he said, “I’m sorry, I’m not helping.”

You replied, “Damn shit you’re not. But, it wasn’t your job anyways. It wasn’t originally something you’d have to care for in the first place. So, I can live with that I guess.”

You both laughed lightly. And for a few more moments, the two of you continued, only stopping when he had to respond to the other's order. You enjoyed it, even if it’s just for a moment.x

“Was it fun watching them?” you asked on your fourth refill.

“I wouldn’t call it fun. But yes, it’s quite amusing,” he retorted.

You finished what was left in your glass and accidentally glanced at your expensive ass watch, in which you got from working in that company. It showed that it’s now 11:48p.m. Seeing what time it is, you exclaimed. “Oh shit, I think I have to go. I have work tomorrow,” slightly more sober as you were hit hard by realization and reality.

Changkyun sauntered over to the cashier and sealed your tab, charging you however much you spent tonight and handing you back your card.

“Here you go,” he glanced at your card, reading your name, “Y/N.”

“Oh, right, I haven’t caught your name yet.”

“Changkyun. Although you might not even remember it tomorrow morning,” he said with a sad tone. You were quite tipsy based on what he observed, causing him to not hope much on your memory.

You then took your phone out and unlocked it. “Hush.. Don’t joke around and tap in your number,” you said, handing him your phone.

He took it, tilting his head at your boldness, in which you probably gained from the drinks. After typing in his number and pressing the call button, to make sure he also got yours, he saved it, typing in his name also.

It wasn’t long until the two of you bid each other goodbye. You thanked him and he told you to be careful.

You honestly weren’t what he was hoping for. Not the one he exactly had in mind. But, something tells him that you’re better.

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Paint Me (Minhyuk x reader)

Genre: Fluff(?); strangers!au, coffee shop!au

Pairing: Minhyuk x Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,1k

A/N: This one is inspired by a very unique cafe me and my friend discovered somewhere in SKorea. We’ve never been to Korea before(Well, we’ve never had a trip together before), but I’d love to go there one day.

I hopeyou enjoyed this one thoo! ;)

The clacking sounds that your black boot’s heels made under the collaboration between them and the paved sidewalk was somewhat audible. It was your day off, yet you decided to dress cutely nevertheless. “And where to?” someone might just ask.

A new cafe just opened up near your place. For the looks of it, the place looks comfy and suitable to your taste. Not having that many visitors, but enough to make the place alive. Plus, they had a rather unique way of attracting people. Not only will they give you what you’ve ordered, they’ll also lend you a watercolor set, along with the papers for free to allow you to boundlessly create as you fill your tummy with pillow-fluffy pancakes and aesthetically pleasing beverages.

And of course, as predicted, you decided to give it a visit, looking forward to what they have to offer.

The mini bell rang as you pushed the door open, letting them who’re inside before you were, know about the newcomer. Observing your surroundings, you already loved how it looks. The place isn’t too bright, but it’s not very dark either. The clean white walls and the adequate amount of windows placed did a great job in collaborating on giving the place a comfortable lighting.

You then looked around once again, eyes searching for a vacant seat. Taking your pick, you sauntered over to the one by the window, providing you a decent view of what’s happening outside and giving the outside world a glimpse of your facade.

Oh, if only you knew.

Even him, Minhyuk, who had sat there with a few of his friends for a good 30 minutes before you came in, easily caught the image of your semblance. His eyes, going against his better judgement, decided to play an unrequited staring contest with you.

It would be somewhat creepy for someone to stare at another who they would give “stranger” as a title. But thank heavens you’re pretty oblivious today. Just today.

Moments passed by and soon a plate of fluffy pancakes, a glass of matcha latte were sitting in-front of you along with the watercolor set. So far, this cafe was giving you extra happiness each minute you spent here. You might just add this place to your imaginary happy place list.

You lightly smiled as you took a mini piece of the honey drizzled pancakes and stuffed them in your mouth. Satisfied with how it tastes, you absentmindedly nodded, giving the pancakes a look of approval.

You then set the plate aside, feeling rather excited with what’s coming up next. Your hands gently pull the tray, with the watercolor set, closer to you, who’s anticipating. You were just quietly feeling excited, who would judge you? Who could?

No one could. Not even Minhyuk. He observed every of your moves. The way you cutely munch your pancakes, when you look around, searching for inspiration and your eyes pausing on the single flower positioned in where it normally belongs, a vase that is. He watched as you rested your chin on your palm as you let your other hand do the work. He finds it appealing.

And even then, his hand picks up one of the empty paper and brushes. His hands started to perform as his mind tried to operate in two different ways. His eyes occasionally shift to you and his ears and mouth trying their best to keep up with the conversation that’s brewing on the table.

While you worked on the calm colors of the flower, he works on the colors of you and the unspecified details of your facade. How you sit, and how your natural curls gracefully falls on your shoulders. To you, maybe the flower in front of you was fairly enough to be an archetype for your art today. But to him, you’re the one he chose to recreate on his piece of paper. His single flower.

Moments went by, and soon, you were torn between finishing your pancakes and finishing your piece of art. Feeding yourself the last piece of pancake, your hand moved to search for a pen to sign it. While Minhyuk, he was finishing up. Using extra water to brush off any unwanted colors that went out of line, occasionally backing his face away to check on it’s sense of proportionality when seen from afar. He was long gone from the conversation, naturally speaking less as his hands were busy.

After an eternity, Minhyuk finally lifts up his head, asking his friends if any of them has a pen.

“What for?” one of his company, Kihyun, asked as his hands rummaged around his pocket.

“Nothing important.”

“The girl’s nothing important?” a younger one, Changkyun, asked.

“What girl?”

“Minhyuk hyung drew a girl!”

“Shush!” he exclaimed to his friends as he defeatedly placed his piece in the centre of the table. “No touching!”

Taking Kihyun’s pen to sign the paper, he looked at it, satisfied. The others were still exchanging whispers and thoughts about the piece but Minhyuk paid them no mind, letting their eyes wander around the room to search for the girl. You, that is.

It wasn’t that hard spotting you. The natural light gleams on your figure, as if it took the job of being your personal spotlight.

“Beautiful,” he thought.

And after a while, the pack weren’t planning on staying any longer. All of them went up to the cashier to split their pays. They were then bickering about the bill, but Minhyuk paid them no mind, letting them deal with their own accords, taking whatever’s the final deal, opting to observe your physique whilst he can instead.

Moments later, they stopped. “This is unusual. They usually would go back and forth. Why are they so fast about this thing now?” he thought. And for once, he hoped for a longer drama between his brothers, for just 5 more minutes of course. He then reluctantly took out some cash and placed it on the counter, along with the others.

His pack then excited after thanking the worker, proceeding to walk out. He waited for them to go ahead before facing the worker.

“Sorry, will you please give this to her? I need to go, so please do it for me. Thank You so much.”

His instructions were clear and simple. Easy to follow. What comes after this will only be birthed by his luck and hopes.

Oh yes, he could only hope you actually searched his instagram user, which was provided on the piece of art. And he could only wish for you to dial in his numbers and help him by making a move.

He could only wish th-..

He could only wish.

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I’m Here Now (Kihyun x reader)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Pairing: Kihyun x Reader

Warnings: mentions of divorce

Word count: 0,6k

A/N: Hiii!! So, here’s this week’s updates.. It’s a bit short but I still hope this would be close to enough as something to accompany you on a saturday night. I hope everyone’s doing well! ^^

It was vivid, yet you’re aware of your state. Asleep. Dreaming. Trapped in a nightmare, you could say. Although the setting was rather a huge fancy dining room, the memory was gloomy as you remember how it was.

There you saw your father sitting at a different table with another boy who’s probably around your age but is not brother. “He’s a newcomer,” you thought, but you decided to stay silent and suppress your curiosity.

But then you heard a few sentences slip out from a few of the other mothers beside yours who’s sitting to your right. Yours calmly ears while answering the statement of curiosity, and there goes the topic, divorce.

“Oh, how about you? Your boyfriend does it too, doesn’t he?” one of them asked.

And your mother, while looking down and avoiding your eye contact, swiftly nodding her head.

“You have a boyfriend? How-”

“You’re divorced too, right?” Someone else had asked her. And once again, she nodded. She’s divorced and you feel betrayed. “Oh, but don’t worry, it hasn’t been long, dear. Last year, wasn’t it?”

Last year. And so you sat quietly, knowing that your biggest fear comes true here. They split up, and the worst part is that your brother isn’t even here. He’s nowhere to be found or seen.

You continued to eat unenthusiastically, your hand repulsively bringing your spoon around the plate, making random patterns and circles with the sauce. Your eyes slightly shifted to your father, who’s proudly chatting with his “son,” new son, apparently. Doesn’t even spare you a glance.

You feel so angry, yet too sad to even do anything. You’re disappointed in both of them. How irresponsible of them? Really.

Your father then went around to joke, he laughed so happily, yet you looked at him in disgust.

And at this point you were in denial. “No, this can’t be true.”

Well, it’s not completely wrong. It’s not true. You’re in a state where things just.. sort of happens, not in real life, but it just happens. It’s not true, your parents are together as far as you could remember back in your awakened state, but it could be true, apparently and unfortunately.

You’re clearly aware that you’re in a dream, and you have the option to wake up and end the surreal scenario before your eyes, but really, you would like to know what happens next. It was rather a dilemma. Having to choose between getting out or experiencing and seeing what could have been.

But the options poofed in a blink as someone has picked it out for you. You heard your name being called out and comforting hands shaking your arms, in an attempt to wake you up. “Y/N,” you hear Kihyun’s voice called out.

You opened your eyes, feeling them wet breathing heavily as you feel your air cycle being cut short and a generous amount of tears streaming down your cheeks. You cried in your sleep. You sat up, hoping that you'll breathe easier, but really, you couldn’t hold your tears back. You just cried silently, letting him see the weak side of you.

“What happened?” he soothingly asked, his arms pulling you close to him. You let yourself fall to his chest, your head in the crook of his neck.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked while running his fingers through your locks. You shook your head lightly, giving him his answer, “Okay then. Not today.”

He took your hand, playing with it softly. Tracing small circles on your palm as you watched, your breathing calming down. He then eventually pulls you down, leading you to lay on the bed with him, your head on his chest. His hands smoothly petting your head, combing your hair with his fingers, opting to stay awake until you fall asleep.

And after a while, Kihyun’s comforting hands succeeded in doing his magic, sending you to a sleeping state. He lightly kissed the top of your head before shortly joining you.

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I’ll Say It (Hyungwon x reader)

Genre: Angst, Fluff; best friends!au

Pairing: Hyungwon x Reader

Warnings: dysfunctional family

Word count: 0,8k

A/N: Hi u guys.. Here’s this week’s updatess.. Thanku for stopping by, I hope you enjoyed reading this onee.. ^^

Here you are again. In his car. The inevitable chaos in your house had once again succeeded in making you feel unsafe, uncomfortable, and suffocated. it wasn't a new thing to your course and neither was it for Hyungwon. Of course it's not. He's the one you would call when your house is blowing up.

Hyungwon knew the situation well enough.For your case, being rich and smart and pretty doesn't fix the family problem. And Hyungwon understands that well enough. Enough to empathize.

There isn't much that he could do. He couldn't possibly barge into your house and make an appearance in front of your whole family when yours and his knew each other pretty well through business. But, he could take you out on a midnight drive and to a fast food restaurant near your house to at least think. Or just escape the group of people who are supposedly your ‘family’ but are shouting at each other.

It wasn’t close to civil. It was of course one hell away from peaceful.

But here, you feel secure. Ironically more secure inside a car than a huge family mansion. With him. Who would actually listen to you, with a random song playing and a burger in hand, the backrest being shifted to your liking.

You’ve been silent since you walked into the car, staring at nothing and let Hyungwon decide where you are going to stop and what you are going to eat. You trust him enough.

“You wanna talk about it” He asked, eyes pinned on you as he hands you your burger.

You sighed, taking it from his hand and turned your head to him. “I’m sorry,” you said to him while painfully smiling, hoping that it would be enough to hold in your tears.

“For what?” He asked softly, wanting you to feel comfortable enough to tell him.

“For being such a pain in the ass,” you choked out with tears flooding your eyes. Your concerns about being a burden wasn’t out of the blue. The fact that he’s the only one who’s actually willing to listen and stay. And each time you dialed his number, you felt somewhat guilty for giving him pressure on picking you up and saving you. You hung your head low as you felt your tears roll down your cheeks, making wet trails as they drip down from your chin.

He frowned, pitting his burger down. “Hey, it’s okay. Come here,” he said, gesturing to his lap. You put your burger down close to his before hopping on and sitting on his lap, shifting so that you found your preferred comfortable position in such a small space.

“Don’t say that. You’re not a pain in the ass,” he comfortingly said while wiping your tears with the paws of his hoodie. “You’re my friend,” he smiled at you.

You softly smile back, leaning on his chest. He snaked his hand around your waist and took his burger, making it easier for him to eat, “Now eat. Don’t cry. Don’t say that again, too. It hurts me to see you cry.”

His hand reached for one of the fries and said, “Here, have a fry. It’s better than crying,” bringing it to the front of your mouth. You chuckled at his statement, opening your mouth to let him put the fries in.

Picking up your burger, you opened the wrapper and turned on the radio before taking a bite. You then began telling him how the fight started. It was sickening, of course. You couldn’t stand sitting in your room while having to listen to yells and screams being thrown at each other.

“Typical,” you snickered as you ended your story, now completely slumping over his chest.

“Sometimes I feel like I just don’t wanna be here. Don’t have to be dead. But, just not here. What’s the point of me being here? They’re always either busy fighting or busy working. There is no in-between,” you said as he listened closely.

You sighed again, “I guess they were partly right.”

“About what?”

“Being smart and ruch don’t mean shit when you feel like you don’t matter. No one really cares, I guess,” you said lowly.

“Hey. You matter to me,” he said, “Do you want me to say it? I’ll say it a hundred times for you.”

“Do you mean it?” you asked, playing with your finger nails.

“Of course I do. For all the hundred times,” he answered.

Putting your head on his chest, you mumbled, “And I love you for that.”

“I know, I get that a lot,” he mumbled back with a smug tone.

You rolled your eyes, playfully hitting his chest. “Jerk,” you said.

“You love the jerk,” he chuckled, hugging you from behind, “and I love you too.”

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shownu does tend to have that effect on people.

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that demonic one shot of jooheon was so good!! do u plan on continuing this story? bc i could totally see an awesome au coming from that prompt :))) if not, that‘s fine too! just wanted to let u know i loved it even tho it was really short!!

Omg, I was so happy to see my first ever submission!! Thankyou so much this made my day!!🥺🥺

But to answer your question, I don’t have a clear intentions to continue it thoughh.. but I’m totally open for ideas!! Thankuu omg

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Thanku 200🌿✨

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Your Lies Last December (Wonho x reader)

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Wonho x Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1k

A/N: Omo, last update of June! I hope everyone has been enjoying these updates. Stay tuned uwu. There’ll be more next week! Thanku for reading this one! i hope u enjoyed it!

“You know, I remember once you told me that you’d be sad if I were gone. Those exact words just came out of your mouth when we were slow dancing near the christmas tree. It was a few days away from the day that I would fly back to Germany for college.

But was it all really just lies?

When we kissed underneath the mistletoe?

When you hugged me from behind when we were having that winter cuddling session?

How about when you said sorry when I was upset because you threw a snowball which landed on my face without precautions?

Or that time when we decorated the living room together?

Back to the first statement. You told me that you’d be sad if I were gone. But now look,”

A single teardrop fell onto the page as you stopped writing. The pressure was just too big for you to handle.

It wasn’t an easy thing to deal with. Heartbreaks aren’t an easy thing to deal with. Sure, you can always act like you’re fine, but, not gonna lie, that it can be really exhausting sometimes.

As said, heartbreaks aren’t an easy thing to deal with, especially when you had expectations for a certain moment. And, that’s exactly what happened today.

You had planned about surprising Wonho, your boyfriend, by being home earlier than the dates you told him. You were calm, in a good mood, and loving life as you walked out of your apartment unit the next day you got home here to Seoul.

And before anything, you figured that you needed coffee. It was early after all, and you missed the signature taste of the salted caramel drink by one of your favorite cafés near your apartment.

The place itse;f is pretty decent. The interiors are vintage and has a little modern touch to it, just how you like it. You could even see the insides of it from the outside world. You always loved the mood there. It’s your happy place.

But, imagine seeing who you thought was the love of your life kissing some random girl’s knuckles who’s sitting across him in your happy place. You were taken aback by the view in-front of you.

You froze there, standing on the sidewalk while your breaths get heavier as you couldn’t believe your eyes. You knew his family well enough to say that she’s not one of his cousins or niece. So, “What the fuck?” you thought to yourself.

Wonho, who was smiling at the girl in-front of her while holding her hands, then spotted you. He probably felt being watched from afar, and as a normal human response, he searched for his audience. His eyes looked outside, meaning to spot his stalker, only to spot you, standing there, and staring at him in disbelief.

The smile on his face quickly fades as he sees you. You then quickly turn around and about to go outside and approach you. The girl looks upset to see you but that wasn’t it what you’re focused on.

You were focused on fighting back the tears that are threatened to fall as you start to walk away. You could feel your heart shattered inside you as you heard him call out your name while following you behind.

“Y/N! Please wait,” he said, half-yelling while approaching you.

You continued walking, choosing to ignore him with the hope of him stopping, but he didn’t. Instead, you felt him grab you by your right wrist which made you stop your tracks and forced you to face him.

“Just, let me go,” you lowly say as you tug your wrist away from him. But, of course, he’s still way stronger than you. You sighed as you felt a tear roll down your cheek.

“Can’t you just let me explain?” he pleaded, “Please?”

“Please, Y/N,” his voice trembled as you kept tugging your hands weakly and letting tears decorate your cheeks.

You then turned your head, looking at him with disappointment clearly smeared all over your eyes. “How long?” you managed to choke out while letting your tears glide.

He hesitated to answer, “Y/N-”

“How long?” you asked again in a more stern voice.

He sighed, “Five months.”

You were lost for words after hearing his answer. “F-five months.”

“Y/N, please let me explain,” he pleaded as he gently tugged your wrist.

You were speechless. For five months the two of you have been calling and texting each other as usual and he acted like nothing happened during those times. How could he?

You closed your eyes, letting the tears that pooled slide across your face, making your cheeks wetter. Seeing you cry silently made him feel guiltier. “Y/N, please, if you could just-”

“Stop,” you cut him off, “I’m sorry. I just-”

“For more than 5 months we called and texted. You pretended like everything’s normal. Don’t you feel guilty?” you asked him as your lips trembled. “You must’ve lied a lot, didn’t you? How could you?”

“Y/N, no. Please, just- Just listen to me,” he said, begging for a chance which he knew that you’re not a big fan of.

“Stop. just leave me alone,” you said, “I don’t wanna see you.”

Your statement broke his heart. He could almost feel the small pieces of his heart being shattered all over the place. “Did she really mean that?” he thought.

“Y/N-ah,” he called out as he let out sobs. He then peacefully pulled you into his arms, but you didn’t react. You didn’t fight back. You didn’t hug him back.

“Let me go,” you said.

“Please don’t leave me,” he said, holding his tears back but failing. Your hand then reached out softly pushing him away, and he obliged.

“We’re done here,” you said to him, emotionless, “I hope you’re happy with her. And I hope you can do better next time.”

After the downhearting declaration, you turned on your heel, facing away from him and walking away, to your apartment, leaving him in the streets alone.

You couldn’t help feeling guilty being the one leaving him. But you had to. He had started this. He should’ve thought about the consequences before.

“Y/N-ah. Please don’t leave me,” Wonho managed to say as he felt tears gliding across his cheeks.

Being a guy who’s crying in the middle of the crowded street of Seoul could be such an embarrassment, but he couldn’t care less. He had lost you.

“Please forgive me.”

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Gwangju Oppa (Minhyuk x reader)

Genre: Fluff, a little angst; childhood best friends!au

Pairing: Minhyuk x Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 0,9k

A/N: Helloo!! I’m back with updates! And, happy belated birthday Shownu!! ily uwu <3

You sighed as you let down your luggage to the floor. A business trip to Japan isn’t very exhausting. Dealing with people is. You just got back from Japan to attend a meeting. The company you worked for had sent you to Japan to attend the meeting and take a look at the office.

Things were under control over there, which allows you to be home early.

So, here you are, standing in the middle of Incheon while taking a look at your phone. You’re planning on asking your brother to pick you up. But then you thought, “nevermind, he might be busy.”

And so, your mind contemplated if you should call a friend or hail a cab for a ride home. You were thinking hard but then your thoughts and movements froze as you felt a pair of arms hugged you from behind.

“Hi, dummy. I’ve missed you,” you heard the male said behind you, still hugging you from behind with his face buried into your straight long hair.

Your hands then reached for his and tried to pull them off of you, “Uhh.. I’m sorry, but I think you hugged the wrong person.”

The guy then quickly lets go of you, “Oh God, I’m so sorry.”

You turned around to see him and your facial expression changed as soon as you recognized him. It’s Minhyuk! Your childhood bestie from when you were still in Gwangju.

“Oppa!” you cheered.

“Y/N?” he confirmed.

You nodded yes as you smiled widely. He then pulls you in for a proper hug. Such a Minhyuk thing to do. It’s cute.

“I’m so sorry. I thought you were my sister,” he said as he pulled away while chuckling.

You laughed, “It’s fine, really. How are you though?”

“I’m great actually. I moved here to Seoul just a year after you. Too bad we lost contact,” he said.

It’s true. When you were in Gwangju, you were super close with Minhyuk. Him being a few years older than you is great. He used to take care of you a lot, and in result, the two of you become close.

But sadly, your family decided to move to Seoul for business purposes. And you were just kids back then, with no phones. The two of you automatically lost contact with each other.

It is magical how the world works. 16 years ago, you played cat and mouse with him and today he finds you in an airport.

You remembered the goodbye episode. Minhyuk asked you to be the mouse and he’ll be the cat. And in the middle of you hiding, your parents offered to help you win by getting in the car. You happily sneaked into the car and let your parents drive away. You were cheery, knowing you’re gonna win the game. Your parents masked their frowns with a laugh. They had to lie to have the easy way of parting you from Minhyuk.

After a few hours in the car, you realized that Minhyuk’ll never find you if you’re this far. In fact, you realized how he and your parents conspired to do this whole thing. You didn’t blame him. You couldn’t. But you just wanted to see him again. You didn’t stop crying until the next day. And you only stopped because you had to go to your new school.

After everything, here the two of you found each other again.

You two then talked and caught up while sitting in a nearby cafe. You were, at first, concerned, remembering that he hasn't met his sister yet, but then he assured you that it’ll be fine and that he had informed her about his whereabouts. You were glad to hear that.

“Next time, I’ll be the cat,” you told him as you sipped your coffee, “you sucked at being the cat. It took you 16 years to find me.”

He chuckled, “Yah! I had to, I didn’t have any other choice. If I didn’t do that and said goodbye properly, it’d be harder for your parents.”

“You’ve made your point, I guess,” you said, sipping your coffee.

He then stopped laughing, “Look, Y/N, I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“I know that it wasn’t a very great thing to lie to you like that. And you might feel betrayed,” he paused. He was about to continue his apology speech when you started talking, not wanting to hear the end of his sayings, because you know that it’ll be sad and everything.

“Oppa,” you said, not allowing him to continue. “It wasn’t completely your fault. So, it’s okay. I get it. Besides, the reason is pretty understandable. I was a kid, and I stick to people.”

He chuckled at your choice of words.

“So, it’s fine really,” you said sipping your coffee again.

“Sure, I was hurt. But, it’s nothing I couldn’t handle,” you continued.

He smiles, “Well, I’m glad. I’m still sorry though. And the one thing that we will have to do is keep in contact. So,..”

He pulled out his phone and handed it to you. “You know what to do.”

Minhyuk, bossy as always. You then pulled out your phone and unlocked it, handing yours to him before taking his.

You then proceeded to put in every socials that you own in that magical box. Starting from your phone number, email, Instagram, and everything else.

After a while, you two then switched back phones. Each checking the insides of your own phones to see what’s different.

What caught your eyes is the name he used in your contacts. “Minhyukkie Oppa✨”

You scoffed, showing him what you spotted, “Somethings never change.”

“Oh yeah, about that. We both may ‘grow up’, but I’m still your Minhyuk Oppa.”

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#monsta x #monsta x x reader #monsta x imagine #monsta x imagines #monsta x fluff #monsta x fluffs #shownu #wonho #minhyuk #minhyuk x reader #kihyun #hyungwon #jooheon #changkyun

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monbebe294 · 3 years

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Boba (Jooheon x reader)

Genre: Fluff; blind date au (?)

Pairing: Jooheon x Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1k

A/N: Hiii!! Here’s this weeks updates, and i hope everybody enjoyed reading this one!

Jooheon follows beside you as you walk around the building silently. You two seemed to have absolutely zero ideas on what to do or what to talk about.

But then again, you weren’t sure of the actual reason you agreed to be here. Well, in short, your friend, Minhyuk, felt extremely sorry for your dry love life. The situation in which you think is normal for a straight A student, which is what you “kinda” are.

And without your consent, he had set you up for a date with one of his friends, who, according to Minhyuk, was as miserable as you are.

At first, you were pissed at him for setting up a date without peeking in to your schedule. You wished to scold him as much as you could, but at the end of the day, you gave up and decided to go, since you knew that at the very end, he’ll win, in a very childish way.

It has always been like that since you were 6. Even though he’s a year older than you, you were almost always the one who has to lose. It was almost as if he’s destined to win. Even in personal things, like dating, like right now. He’d be the cheery one to “fix” you perfectionistic side.

And so, here you are today, walking side by side with Jooheon in a nearby mall. It feels so awkward. The silence and everything. Jooheon then built up all the courage in him and tried. “So, is there anything you want to do?”

Seeing his effort, you joined in. “Well, honestly, I don’t know. I haven’t been here in a while.”

“I heard that you like reading. Do you maybe wanna go to the bookstore?” he asked.

You softly smiled and answered, “Sure.”

What a funny fact that you’ve forgotten the existence of a book store in this mall. You then followed Joheon to the bookstore and a few seconds later, you stood there, in the entrance.

You walked in with Jooheon and walked around.

“I’ve read this one,” you said as you walked through the shelves with him, “And that one too.”

“Ohm I’ve heard of that one.”

“I’ve read this one too.”

Jooheon was lowkey amazed by your bookworm type of personality. It also seems like you’ve read almost 50% of all of the books in here.

You two then started chatting randomly while walking around. He felt somewhat glad that you would open up to him.

And after a few moments you felt quenched, “I’m thirsty.”

“Oh, do you wanna go somewhere else then?” he asked.

“I feel like drinking boba. Why don’t we go there? I’ll pay,” you said to him.

“Okay. Let’s go,” he said while walking out of you and showing you his smile, revealing his dimples.

You then walked over to the bubble tea place which was 4 shops away from the bookstore. You both waited until it’s turn to order. The staff politely greeted, “Hi! Welcome!What would you like?”

You, who’ve made up your mind since you’re in the bookstore, said, “Golden bubble milk tea. The small one.”

“And you?” the staff asked Jooheon.

“Uh.. I’ll have what she’s having,” he answered.

The staff then read out your orders and the total. You reached for your wallet in your purse and pulled it out, but before his money was on the counter and paid for the both of you.

You could only froze as he took the change and receipt from the staff, thanking her and holding my wrist, tugging it softly, “Come on, let’s sit somewhere.”

Joohein then finally found a place to sit together, with two glasses of boba in his hands. He hands you one of them and you took it, “I can pay for my own glass, you know.”

“Yeah. But then I’ll feel like a total loser,” he said.

You then stabbed in the straw and started drinking. “So, how did Minhyuk persuade you to go on a date with me?”

“Well, he didn't really ask, he basically commanded me to do it,” he answered.

“Me too. He was like “You have a date with Jooheon this Saturday, so cancel your plans.” He didn’t even ask about my availability,” you explained.

“We should give him a payback or something,” he said.”

“Yeah, we shoulds! I’m so sick of him doing this since I was 6,” you said.

Jooheon chuckles, “We should come up with a plan, later on.”

You laughed. You both then spend the rest of your date in that boba place, scribbling on a piece of napkin while plotting an evil prank to pull on Minhyuk.

It was safe to say that you both were happy. You laughed and joked together, until you lost track of time.

You glanced at your wrist watch and noticed that it’s almost 5 p.m. And you panicked, remembering your cousin’s wedding reception at 7.

“Holy shit. I’m supposed to be home in 10 minutes. I have to attend this wedding reception,” you said.

“O-oh.. Okay.. Well, do you need a ride?” he asked.

“Uhh.. Sure, if you don’t mind,” you answered.

And with that, he held your hand and walked out of the place. You two then approached the parking lot. You followed him as he navigated the both of you to his car.

He then lets go of your hand and unlocked the car, opening one of the doors for you. You entered the vehicle and let him close the door for you. He then entered the car and started it. The whole car ride wasn’t silent. You navigate him to your house, and he turns on the radio. It wasn’t that long until he stopped in-front of your house. You then noticed and faced him.

“I’m so sorry I have to cut today short. We can do this again next time. If you want to,” you said to him.

“Of course I do,” he smiled.

“Okay then, I guess I’ll get going,” you said while smiling softly at him.

Spontaneously, you leaned in and kissed one of his cheeks. You then opened the car door and stepped outside.

“See you at school?” you asked.

“Y-yeah,” he answered, with his cheeks burning. Hearing his answer you closed the door and walked back in with a smile working the corners of your lips.

Jooheon then too drove away with a flowery feeling in the house. Not sure why, but he’s happy.

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#Monsta x #monsta x x reader #monsta x imagine #monsta x imagines #monsta x fluff #monsta x fluffs #monsta x smut #monsta x smuts #shownu #shownu x reader #wonho #minhyuk #kihyun #hyungwon #jooheon #jooheon x reader #changkyun

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monbebe294 · 3 years

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Cruel (Shownu x reader)

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Shownu x Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,4k

A/N: Hiii!! This one’s angsty u guys hehehe.. Oh and,congratulations mx on the comebaack!! i hope everyone of u stay healthy. But anws, I hope u enjoyed reading this one.

Today was supposed to be your three-year anniversary with Shownu. The words “was supposed to be,” are placed there for a reason. And, it was because the relationship has no longer existed. You broke up with him.

Well, to be specific, you both had made a mutual agreement about breaking up, so the process itself wasn’t that hard. However, moving on was something else. You Had to break the connection because you weren’t feeling the spark anymore. Now, you know that this made you sound like a complete asshole. But, you weren’t gonna spend too much time on something that you knew weren’t gonna last much longer.

And, the whole situation seems to “stan” the idea of you two breaking up Starting from you who’s studying outside Korea. Long distance relationships were never a good thing for you. In everything. Dance practices, promotion, comeback, world tours, and others, making him more difficult to contact.

And so, you decided to end it. Even though you still love him, so much. Too much even, vice versa, you realized that it wasn’t healthy. And so, here you are today, with nothing to celebrate.

Anyways, other than your so-called “supposed to be anniversary,” today is also the 17th day of your holiday, which leads to you being home, in Korea.

You sat there, on your sofa, thinking on what to do today. Usually, you were full with ideas on what to do on your holidays, but today, it was no better than blank.

Out of nowhere, you heard your phone rang.

“박진영”

Jinyoung. A guy who you’ve met a couple of times until it’s safe to say that you’re close friends. Recognizing the familiar name, you picked up the call, “Yeobeoseyo?”

“Hi! Y/N! I heard that you’re back from London!” he said.

“And that I am!” you answered.

“So, how are you? Are you busy? Should we meet up today?” he showered you with questions.

“First of all, well, things aren’t exactly terrible. Second, no. I;m not busy today. Third, yeah sure!” you answered.

“Oh, that’s great! Do you have any ideas then?” he asked.

“Hmm,” you then begin to swim in your head, finding a place to go to. Suddenly, you’ve caught a glimpse of an old memory. You were laughing with Shownu while holding a giant cotton candy that he had purchased earlier because he noticed that you’ve been staring at those. Amusement park.

“Y/N? Y/N-ah?”

Jinyoung’s voice then snapped you back to reality, “Huh?”

“So, where do you wanna go? Or what do you want to do?” he asked again.

“Amusement park? How does an amusement park sound?” you asked him.

“Sounds great. Ok, so, I’ll pick you up in 2 hours?”

“Yeah.”

You two then bid goodbyes and ended the phone call. You were relatively happy that he had managed to make some time for you, since he’s an idol too, like Shownu.

But, oh God. Why did you pick the amusement park? You don’t even know the answer? You loved silence and peace which is everything that an amusement park could never offer. It’s filled with families. Kids, crying or laughing. Yelling. Honestly, you could never answer your own question. “Why did I pick the Amusement park?”

But, maybe, the better question was, “Why did that memory pop up again?”

The question was simply making you babble in thoughts. But then again, you decided to shrug it off and get ready.

After almost two hours, you finally finished. You had decided to take a shower and put on a cute white tee and a brown plaid skirt with your white sneakers to complete your outfit. Lastly, you decided to put on these cute but elegant earrings for the day.

And for the second time today, your phone rang a call from Jinyoung.

You answered it and put it on speaker, “Yes?” You started talking as your hands hooked the earring on your other ear.

“I’m a few seconds away from you. Are you ready?” he asked.

“Well, almost,” you said, while reaching for one of your liquid lipstick. You started putting it on your lips as you heard him say, “Well, I’m here. Should I go up or are you going down?”

“I’ll come down in a minute,” you answered.

He then gave you his last “okay” and ended the call. You check yourself out in the mirror, making sure you look okay before finally grabbing your belongings and walking downstairs.

There a black coloured car was waiting on the side of the road. You smiled and walked over, opening the car door.

“Hi!” you greeted as you got in and sat on the front seat.

“Oh my God, hi!” he said. And after a couple of hellos, he started the car and started driving.

“So, how are you and Shownu?” he asked.

The question caught you off guard for a moment, “Huh?”

“How are you and Shownu?” he asked once more.

You sighed, “We broke up.”

“Huh? Wait, what? Why? When? How? Where?”

“It’s complicated,” you said, “Actually, no, it’s not that complicated. It’s just..”

“Hard to explain?” he finished your sentences.

“Yeah, that,” you said.

“You know, you can always call me when you want to talk,” he said.

He then turned the radio on and continued driving while you stared out of the window and started driving while you stared out of the window and started driving into your thoughts. It has been a few weeks since you broke up. And you were wondering, “Has he moved on?”, “If he has, how?” Those kinds of questions keep appearing in your head, pulling you completely away from reality.

Everything in your mind stopped when Jinyoung was calling your name. You shifted your eyes to the source of the voice. “Hmm?”

“We’re here,” he said, while walking out of the car.

“Oh,” you then hopped off the car and let Jinyoung lock the vehicle. He then got a hold of your wrist and tugged it towards the entrance, “Come on.”

And, as easy as it sounded like, you two got into the so-called “kids dreamland” and looked around.

Your eyes then caught a glimpse of the ferris wheel. And the old memories suddenly flooded your mind. It was your nth date with Shownu. He brought you here to the carnival, specifically to ride the ferris wheel. He was planning a great kiss to share when you two got to the top. And there you have it, one of the most memorable kisses you’ve ever shared. It feels pure, sharing an innocent kiss while you’re on top of the world. Well, not on top of the world, but Korea at least.

You then snapped back to reality. You’re getting frustrated about your own thoughts. “What is it with me today?” you silently asked yourself.

But, your mind was too clouded with other things to answer your own question. And so you decided to stop getting lost in your memory lane. “You have to have fun today!” you silently scolded yourself, determined to fix the rest of the day until it’s enough to call it a great day.

And so, you smiled and asked, “So, which one aare we going on first?”

Jinyoung then started blabbering about the rides, sometimes making you laugh. And there you go, side by side, trying rides and occasionally buying snacks.

You both shared jokes and laughter, it felt like you’re back to being a sixth grader who went out with her friend to the park and have got nothing to lose. And it worked, today is slowly turning into a fun day. Without worrying about what has happened in that exact location almost 14 months ago. It felt great. You feel happy.

But, little did you know, that a pair of eyes has been watching you from afar. Shownu’s to be precise.

What a coincidence? Today, Shownu decided to go here with Changkyun and Minhyuk to spend their day off. He surely wasn’t expecting to see you here today, moreover with another guy.

You were there, laughing while sharing a huge pink cotton candy that you’re holding in your hand. He saw it all.

Jinyoung then pulled out his phone and lifted it relatively high, aiming the screen to both him and you.

Shownu could only watch from afar, while standing with Changkyun and Minhyuk who’re playing some other game they found interesting. Maybe babysitting was the better term for Shownu’s day. But, it doesn’t quite matter anymore now, does it? Since the first time he saw your laugh today. When Jinyoung won the huge seal plushie for you, you were so happy, and Shownu could only watch in a distance.

He could only question the things he did earlier in his life. “Did I regret breaking up with her?”

It was a question he couldn’t seem to answer. It would be a huge lie if he said he doesn’t love you anymore. But, what else can he do?

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monbebe294 · 3 years

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Truth or Dare (Changhyuk x reader)

Genre: Smut; threesome; valentines day au

Pairing: Changkyun x Minhyuk x reader

Warning: sex; threesome FMM

Word count: 3,1k

A/N: oOP- First smut since a whileee.. It's pretty long in my writing scalee.. and it's valentines day-ish.. soo.. happy reading ig (?) k byeee

Changkyun’s POV

She panted as she sat down beside me and across Minhyuk hyung. She doesn’t exactly need to tell us why, because it’s pretty obvious.

It’s valentine's day! Every guy in school must’ve thought that today’s a good day to chase her around.

“Why don’t you just date one of them already?” Minhyuk hyung asked.

She, Y/N, then answered, “What? No, it’s just gonna be a total waste of time, so why would I? Besides, I have you guys.”

I then said, “Seriously? Half of the whole school is down to their knees to have you as their girlfriend, and your excuse is that because you have us?”

“Well, of course. What would you two do without me?” she joked.

“Yeah right. Maybe the right question is what would you do without us?” Minhyuk hyung said.

All three of us then laughed and continued to finish our lunches. After a short moment, we all then put away the trays and trash and went to our lockers.

“By the way, we’re still down for after school right?” Minhyuk hyung asked while opening his locker which was one locker away from mine.

“Yeah. Of course. Whose house is it gonna be though?” Y/N asked, while putting away some of her stuff in her locker which was right across mine.

“Mine,” I said while getting some stuff out. And with that the bell rang and Y/N closed her locker. “See you after school, I guess,” she said before leaving the both of us alone.

We both then went to our classes after bidding each other goodbyes.

Y/N’s POV

Ugh.. Finally, school’s over today. The last period has been nothing but a bulge confession from Mingyu, in which I turned down. I walked out of the class and sauntered over to my locker. I then opened it up, only to find a mini bouquet of red roses.

This is literally the second one today.

I took out the flowers and sighed. “People are just not gonna stop trying, are they?” I mumbled. As I was done putting away the things I don’t need and closing the locker door shut. In which, the door revealed Mark, leaning on the locker next to me.

“Hey princess, I see you’ve got a hand of my gift?” he asked.

“This?” I asked while gesturing to the roses in my hands.

I then shoved the bouquet to his chest, which was enough to startle him, and said, “I’m sorry, but I’m not interested.”

And with that, I left him standing there, with his mouth slightly opened in shock.

I then reached for my earphones and plugged it in to my phone. Finally, I played the music and began my journey to Changkyun’s house.

After what felt like 5 minutes, I found myself on Changkyuns doorstep. I then stopped the music and plugged out the earphone, keeping it inside my bag. I opened up the door and walked in. I noticed that Minhyuk’s bag was somewhere around the corner. Where’s it’s owner though?

I continued walking and finally found Changkyun behind the kitchen counter.

“Hey, you’re here..” he said.

“Yeah, where’s Minhyuk? I thought I saw his bag earlier,” I said to him.

“Oh, he’s out. He said he’s gonna buy snacks or something, I don’t know, I wasn't really listening. Anyways, let’s go to my room,” he said after getting a bag of chips from the counter.

I then followed him in, and as usual, after putting my bag near his desk, I plopped down on his bed. Changkyun climbed on the bed and sat near me, leaning on the bed frame while opening his bag of chips which he took earlier.

“Today’s so tiring,” I sighed. “You know, Mark pulled this one act before I went there. He placed a bunch of roses in my locker and-”

“Aren’t roses your favorites though?” he asked as he puts one of the chips in his mouth.

I then proceeded to take one too and answered, “Well yes, but you really think he can buy me with roses like that? How cheap. Also, the champagne colored ones. Note that, so you and Minhyuk won’t get me the wrong ones later one.”

He scoffed at the expectation, putting away the bag of chips, he asked, “Where is he though? It’s been a while since he went out.”

“Maybe he’s eaten by a dinosaur,” I said while laughing. He then too started laughing. Playing along, he answered, “Maybe.”

“I’m kinda bored, maybe we should play something when Minhyuk gets here,” I said to him.

“Yeah.. how about truth or dare?” he asked.

“Hmm.. pretty cliché, but I haven't played that in a while, so-”

And before I could finish my sentence, the bedroom door flew open, making me jump in surprise. “YEAH I’M IN,” Minhyuk yelled, with his hand holding his belongings and the other holding the snacks.

He then closed the door and dropped his belongings next to mine. Minhyuk then sat on the bed. “Ok, so, who’s first?”

“You’re definitely the last,” I said.

“Yeah. Y/N why don’t you go first?” Changkyun asked.

“Okay.. Minhyuk, truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

Haha. This is great. “Say something dirty to Changkyun.”

“Seriously?” he whined. “Okay, okay, I can do this,” he said, reassuring himself. He then faced Changkyun and said, “Imagine fucking her in-front of a big mirror. You'll be able to watch it like porn.”

My eyes popped out as I realized what he just said earlier. I then slapped his arms and scolded him, “YAH. What the hell was that?”

He then laughed, “You asked for it!”

After a few laughs, it’s now Changkyun’s turn. “Minhyuk hyung, truth or dare?” I heard him ask.

“Truth.”

“Would you french kiss Y/N?”

“Yah! The hell is wrong with you two?” I yelled. Minhyuk then answered, ”I mean, it’d be rude to say no. So yes, only if she’s comfortable with it.”

“Ok hyung, your turn,” Changkyun informed.

“Y/N-ah.. Truth or dare?”

I then answered, “Dare.”

“Okay, I dare you to sit on Changkyun’s lap for the rest of the game.”

“You’re unbelievable,” I said to him as he smiles widely. Changkyun shifted his position to make himself comfortable. I slid over to his lap and sat down. Not wanting him to feel uncomfortable, I asked, “You good?”

“Yeah,” he answered.

“Okay, my turn,” I said, “Minhyuk, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“What’s the weirdest thing that turns you on?”

“Umm, I’m not sure about that but I do have a thing for choking,” he said.

“Hmm.. okay, Changkyun, you go,” I said to him.

“Okay, Minhyuk hyung, truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Let me and Y/N scroll through your gallery for 10 minutes without supervision.”

I then laughed and cheered, “Yes! Ok, c’mere.”

Minhyuk then sighed and unlocked his phone, handing it to me. I took it and lay my back on Changkyun’s chest to let him take a good look too. I then started scrolling, pointing things out. Changkyun did some exploring too. But, surprisingly, we didn’t find any dick pics or porn videos. Most of it is just random selcas and pictures.

And before we knew it, 2 minutes passed by and so I pressed the home button and handed it to Minhyuk. But, I guess Changkyun spotted something due to his reaction. “AH, AH, AH, IS THAT TINDER I SEE?”

“Probably, but I’ve never used it. It’s already there in the first place,” he explained.

Aww, that’s a shame. Minhyuk then said, “Okay, my turn. Changkyun, truth or dare?”

“I dare you to back hug Y/N until the game ends.”

“Why though?” I asked.

“Are you not okay with it?” Changkyun asked.

“No, no, I’m fine,” I answered. And with my consent, Changkyun wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer.

Honestly, this feels weird. No, not weird. Awkward. We both have been nothing but extremely open to each other but this is something else.

“Okay, my turn,” I said, “Changkyun, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“What color is your underwear that you’re wearing right now?”

“I don’t know, maybe black,” he answered easily. “Ok, my turn, Y/N, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Okay,” Changkyun then smirked, asking his question, “What about you? What color and kind of underwear are you wearing right now?”

Oh my, this kid is fucking crazy.

I sighed and hesitantly answered him, “Black and lacey.”

Minhyuk then asked with a proud grin on his face, “What was that? I can’t hear you.”

Oh, how I wish I could slap that smile off of his face. I then repeated my statement, “BLACK and LACEY. Is it loud enough for you now?

The boys then laughed. And, I’m not gonna lie, I can feel my cheeks burning. Minhyuk then said, “Okay, okay, my turn. Truth or dare?”

“I probably shouldn’t pick dare. Minhyuk’s crazy enough to dare me to take my panties off,” I thought. And so, after my short thinking session, I’ve decided to pick, “Truth.”

“Okay, is it matching with your bra?”

I swear to God this kid.

After recalling whether it’s matching or not when I’m putting it on this morning, I answered him, “Yes, it is.”

The fact that Changkyun spooning me from behind and the guys digging information about the set of undergarments that I’ve decided to use today is really nudging my sanity to the edge and down from my head.

“Okay, my turn. Minhyuk, truth or dare?” I asked him.

“Dare.”

“Okay, remove three items of clothing,” I said while smiling.

But, unexpectedly, Minhyuk reached for both of his socks and pulled it off. And as a final gesture, he took off his tie and tossed all three of them somewhere in the room.

“Pussy,” I mumbled out.

“Yah. I heard that, is that a way to talk to someone who’s older than you?” he asked.

I then replied, “Really? The old man lecture? Where was that card a few moments ago when you two were swimming in your perverted minds and asked me about my underwear?”

Changkyun then said, “You started it though. Anyways, Minhyuk hyung, truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to leave a hickey on Y/N’s neck,” he said.I widened my eyes at his statement but then continues to sigh as I realize what’s gonna happen next. Minhyuk crawled closer to me. His lips then started attacking my neck. He started out softly, wet kisses all over my neck, sending shivers and making me weak.

I gasped and leaned in closer to Changkyun. My head fits perfectly in the crook of his neck, and after a while , Changkyun’s lips were on mine. Sliding in his tongue and exploring me.

I then felt Minhyuk’s hands tugging lightly on my tie, leading to carelessly pulling it off, the article of clothing now disposed of somewhere on the floor. I then continued, smashing my lips on Changkyun and let him do the rest.

Turns out, Minhyuk didn’t stop on the tie, I felt him sucking and biting below my left ear as his hand unbuttoned my shirt. He then took it off and threw it across the room.

He continued the kiss, making trails all over. Minhyuk then stopped just above my collarbone and started sucking, harder. Bite, lick, suck. Maybe that’s the algorithm in his head.

Changkyun pushed the kiss and began to take off his shirt and tie. My hands snaked to Minhyuk’s shirt and began to unbutton it and pushed it off of him, leaving him shirtless on top of me.

Minhyuk then stopped what he's doing and moved away after leaving a final kiss on my neck. He stared proudly on my neck. On his artwork.

He then took my hands and gently led me off of Changkyun, who’d now throw his shirt somewhere across the room. He led me forward, making me go on all-fours, allowing Changkyun to take off my skirt. And with that, My whole body was exposed, covered in only the black and lacey undergarments which were a hot topic for a short moment between the three of us.

“So, it really is matching,” Minhyuk commented. On a daily basis, I’d state a complaint, but at this point. I feel like I could care less.

I then felt Changkyun’s fingers link on the side of my underwear and began to pull it off, exposing my lower half to the cold air, making me tremble. He then unbuckles his belt and pulls down his pants along with his boxers.

He aligned his erected member with my entrance and pushed it in slowly, stretching me wonderfully.

I automatically moaned at the feeling. After pushing all the way in, he pulled out almost entirely and slammed back in, which made me moan louder. His hands then slided to my hips and grabbed on both sides for dear life.

I then noticed Minhyuk on his knees in front of me. Instinctively, one of my hands reached out to undo his pants.

Undoing someone else’s pants with one hand could be a pain in the ass sometimes. Minhyuk probably noticed, and so he helped me and pulled down his pants along with his boxers and threw it somewhere in the room. I then grabbed his member and swiped my thumb across his tip and smeared his precum all over before putting his member into my mouth. I slide my mouth up and down his member, making him groan. I then sucked, making him throw his head back and groaning.

Unexpectedly, Changkyun started shifting his position which gave him a new angle. His thrusts became stronger and faster, racing to his release. Not to mention, this whole new angle is making me see stars. He kept going and in result, he made me moan louder.

My moans send a vibration to Minhyuk’s members. He then grabbed the bedsheet and whispered curse words once in a while. And a few curse words later, he released his load in my mouth. I then slid my mouth carefully off of him which made a loud pop. I swallowed his load and watched him catch his breath.

And not long after, I came all over Changkyun’s dick that’s still going on and a=out of me. After a few thrusts, he came inside me and pulled out after riding out his high. The mixture of our liquids were oozing out of me and I can feel it.

Minhyuk then pulled me closer to him and attached his lips to mine. I felt his hand snaking to the back of my knees and slowly sliding it to straddle his thighs.

I then slid his member in my and started sliding up and down. I hold on to his shoulders. He leaned in and started kissing all over my chest. He then slid in his hands to both of my sides and grabbed onto it, helping me commit my crimes. By then, my moans were uncontrollable.

While everything was erotically great with Minhyuk, I heard the drawer beside the bed opens up. Must be Changkyun. Not after, I heard the drawer slide back in and fabric rustling behind me. Changkyun’s behind me. I can feel his presence. Oh God.

He then entered my behind, making me scream in pain. I buried my head in the crook of Minhyuk’s neck as Changkyun thrusted roughly through my behind.

Minhyuk then bucked his hips up, making me moan louder. He then started thrusting as rough as he can, continuing the work that I didn’t realize I stopped doing. Changkyun then groaned in between his kisses on the back of my neck. He continued to make a trail of wet kisses along my shoulder.

And a few moments later, I felt him release inside me, his liquid was dripping all over my inner thighs. I could hear his heavy breaths behind me.

I then felt Minhyuk’s hand slide to my back and unclasp my bra. The one final thing that has been covering me is finally removed. Tossed to the side. In other words, I am now bare. Just like the other two slightly older guys who're currently trapping me in between their bodies.

I then noticed Changkyun’s hand exploring my waist. I hold one of them in mine, subconsciously. I then felt him slip his member in me, joining Minhyuk. The tightness around them were driving all three of us crazy. They both moaned, cussed, and yelled out my name on top of their lungs, while I could only scream. In pleasure. At the whole new sensation.

They both then started moving in sync, making me whimper. Their embers and movements were stretching my walls extra ordinarily. The easiest way to describe the moment was the room was filled with moans, curses, and the bed frame hitting the wall each time Minhyuk and Changkyun did their magic.

More hickeys were made. Almost everywhere. On our collarbones, chest, neck, and back. Everything great was happening. They were thrusting together. And Changkyun left kisses on my shoulder. Minyuk started leaning in and kissed the valley of my breast, sending more shivers.

He then started nibbling on one of my breasts. His fingers were working on the other.

While the moment lasted I spilled a thought. Feeling two pairs of lips on my body and the both of them in me honestly doesn’t feel weird. Or awkward. Is it possible that it’s because I trust them both enough?

As I snapped myself back to reality, I noticed that Minhyuk had left another love bite on my right breast. I don’t mind at all, honestly.

I felt my orgasm threatening to spill itself sometime around the near future, and so, I moaned louder. Until I finally released my liquids all over them. Which invited them to eventually come. Together, inside me.

Our mixture was just spilling out of me, filling me up inside.

The tree of us then tried to catch our breaths. I then feel Changkyun’s hands lifting me by the waist and off of them. I hissed at the emptiness, but he neverminds it and lifted me closer to him, laying me on his chest.

Minhyuk followed, pulling the blanket over the three of us, while I was speechless. Most of it was because of exhaustion. They noticed and finally one of them asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I answered under my breath. I then snuggled in their arms and drifted to sleep. Without knowing that the both of them left a soft kiss on each side of my head,before finally joining me in my rest.

“Happy valentines day,” they whispered.

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