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euphoricsunflowers · 3 years

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calling you daddy — monsta x

scenario: they ask about your kinks and you ask them to call you daddy

a/n: this is written with a fem reader in mind but is not strictly fem reader as no pronouns or anything is mentioned.

a/n: was this a request? nope tbh this was written for myself bc i’m sick and tired of seeing people call these men daddy so uh pls enjoy

word count: 2k

content: sub!monsta x, dom!reader, daddy kink obviously ajshdhs, minhyuk is kinda bratty? kinda??, lots of teasing and begging, mentions of consent and stuff

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son hyunwoo/shownu:

he falls silent. he doesn’t know what to say in the slightest. he worries that he might hurt your feelings or say something out of line, but it just stuns him, “you don’t have to do it if you’re uncomfortable with that, bear. your consent is just as important,” you say.

but see that’s half of what’s stunning him. he’s not exactly uncomfortable with that. shownu’s nature is pleasing you, he doesn’t mind filling any role or position for you, this was just a little more intense than that.

“you know what? just forget we had this conversation. i don’t want you to feel pressured, and it’s not a big deal, okay?” you say.

but the idea lingers in his head whether or not you want it to. as the days go by, his mind wanders, and while it may not exactly be what he’d be into, he’s not against doing it for you.

as you manhandle him a little bit, he says it softly, “ah, daddy-,” it’s even more embarrassing than he imagined, and his cheeks and ears are flushed and hot, but when he says it, softly under his breath, just whispering it out to test the waters, he sees your shock and then your small little smirk.

“now that i know what it sounds like to hear you say that, and what that does to me,” you say, sneaking your hands under his shirt and letting them wander, playing with his chest a bit, “i don’t think it’s a good idea to say that if you wanna make it out of this bedroom spotless and in one piece.”

he blushes even more, a little shy and hesitant, but he likes having this kind of effect on you, so that may not be the last time he says it. besides, who says he cares if he makes it out in one piece? and spotless? his neck and chest and thighs were too clean anyway.

lee hoseok/wonho:

it was in the middle of you riding him, his wrists bound above his head with a rope that made his skin look so pretty against it. he’s already cum once, but you’re not stopping until you do, and he’s trying to keep himself together. your hands roughly playing with his chest is overstimulating and he’s overwhelmed. he pleads for mercy aimlessly, almost thoughtlessly.

but then, “if you’re gonna beg, call me daddy,” you murmur. he’s not even sure he hears you right when you say it. he looks at you with wide eyes, and he assumed he did because of the way you act. he knows he could stop you at any time because you’re very clear on consent and it’s not like this was completely out of left field considering how you’re already always in charge in the bedroom. he was just stunned.

and while he’s a little bit stunned, he also won’t deny that it is a little bit hot.

so he does, “please, daddy, it’s so much- i- i can’t handle it.”

he sees your smile, with just a drop of sadism behind the curl of your lip, “just a little more, baby, i’m close. you make daddy feel so good,” he gets so excited by the praise that he attempts to stick it out, forever still the man that just wants to make you happy and please you.

he forgets about himself and his own body for a moment when he feels your body tense up around him and you hold onto his chest as you orgasm, using him to get the most out of it before you slow down to a halt.

your heavy breathes and sweet nothings whispered in his ear are heavenly.

lee minhyuk:

“really? you’re into that? i honestly thought it would be the other way around.”

taken aback, you ask, “really? what gave you that impression?”

“idk, you don’t have this aura of dominance, so i didn’t really assume that was your thing.”

“is that- is that okay with you?”

he gets closer, teasing in the way he wants to make you shy, “you seem pretty bashful for someone who just asked to be called daddy in the bedroom.”

“minhyuk-,”

he rolls his eyes, obviously trying to get a rise out of you, “come on, i don’t even know if you have it in you.”

and something about his careless, taunting tone sets something off inside you, like he was challenging you. but it’s a challenge you take on when you approach him. your touch is softer, lighter than he imagined. he thought you would be lit aflame with a need to prove yourself to him. but you lean in to press a kiss on his neck and your wandering hands settle on his hips.

you’re gentle with him initially, yet he melts a little bit when one hand tightens and another begins to unbutton his shirt, giving your mouth access to his chest.

you push him onto the couch, straddling him and using a hand to hold both of his arms above his head, when you pull back, he looks dazed and needy, all those teasing smirks having faded off his features, “why are you so affected? i thought i didn’t even have it in me,” you say with a smirk this time.

he breathes heavily, “y/n- please-”

“oh please, that’s not my name anymore, min.”

yoo kihyun:

“you want me to what?!” his voice is randomly high pitched, loud, almost like he’s nervous or scared.

despite that anxious feeling you’re feeling too, you try to stay calm, “i understand if you’re uncomfortable by it, but you asked about my kinks, kihyun.”

“yeah i know- i just- i wasn’t expecting that- really? you’re not messing with me? that’s really what you want?” he looks exasperated.

“yes. i really want you to call me daddy.”

he goes silent, trying to comprehend in his head what the hell was going on and what he was going to do and why the more he thinks about it, the less vehemently against it he becomes. and he had spent the entire relationship making it clear that he cared about what you wanted (because he does) and it’s not like… he hates the idea of it, but it’s just so out there to him that he can’t even fathom or imagine it.

he asks for a few days just to think about it, and though the awkwardness lingers in the air, by the fourth day, it seems like you had mostly forgotten about it or at least it didn’t seem to be on your mind. he spends those days really thinking, trying to imagine what it would be like, why you would even want that.

but the next time you’re together alone, your hands and lips are on him and he experimentally says it, “daddy, please.”

the whiny, begging voice, coupled with the word, leave you stunned. you pull back with wide eyes, and he felt so embarrassed and shameful with your eyes on him like that, but then you pulled him back into you and kissed him with a certain kind of feverish desperation that made his knees weak.

chae hyungwon:

his reaction is oddly pretty calm. he asked about what you were into, and you told him. maybe he was expect something a little different, but to be honest, he knew you liked to be in control, and he usually just went along with it. he didn’t mind it especially because you always made sure you both felt good and that was all that matters. that and he kinda likes being told what to do.

so it doesn’t exactly surprise him, especially when you add, “but only in a sexual context! i don’t need you to say it all the time.”

“good because there’s no way in hell i’m calling you daddy in front of my friends,” he can see the thoughts behind your eyes wanting to take up that challenge, but he decides to ignore it, “as far as they’re concerned, i’m daddy.”

“sure, wonnie. sure,” you say dismissively, before looking back at him, “are you actually okay with it though? i know it’s… weird.”

“it wasn’t what i was expecting, but if that’s what you want, then i’ll do it.”

and as soon as you’ve got him under you, with kisses and marks trailing down his neck and chest, leaving him helplessly turned on and horny, he says it so naturally, you wonder if he even thought to do it. but whether or not he’s doing this solely for you, or because he might have found it a little hot, is between him and himself, “ahh, daddy, please- be gentle with me- i have a photoshoot in the morning- oh my god that feels so good please daddy don’t stop-”

lee jooheon:

he likes the idea of it when you mention it, he just gets kinda shy, “do you- do you really want me to call you that?”

you come closer, holding his hand and rubbing your thumb against it in a comforting manner, “yeah, i really like the idea of it. if you’re not completely against it, i’d be really happy if we could try it.”

“it’s not… the worst thing you could have told me you were into,” he laughs as your hand starts to massage his thigh instead, “we can try it. i'll tell you if we need to stop, but i think it’ll be okay.”

“good, i’m glad you’re reacting this way, honey,” you murmur as you kiss him, and he smiles, which, even if it makes the kiss a little awkward, is really cute, “sweetheart,” you whisper as you pull away, “can you say it? i just wanna hear you say it.”

your hands wander his skin nervously, he can tell you’re worried about him being uncomfortable, “ahh, d-daddy, please touch me more,” he whines, and he’s never been more compelling before, but somehow the use of that word really makes you want to give in and give him anything he wants, “please touch me.”

your hand falls a little lower upon his request, and he groans lightly, pulling you a little closer, “you’re perfect, baby, so pretty.”

“ahh, please,” he huffs, clearly growing shy with the praise, but it’s obvious he really likes it, so you touch him more and whisper sweet words into his ear with a kiss, “oh- oh my- daddy- please i-”

“you’re so cute, sweetie pie, especially when you’re feeling good, you look so pretty and content. it’s my favorite sight,” you say adoringly, looking at him with the biggest heart eyes.

“wow, i didn’t expect to like this this much but-“ he whispers, “-i kinda love it.”

im changkyun/i.m:

he doesn’t react much when you say it, making you wonder if he was uncomfortable or not into it, but in any case, you assume it’s going to be forgotten in a few days and there would be nothing to worry about.

until he’s trying to get you to play with him and you’re trying to work. he can’t deny that he gets horny easily and you’re right there! he tries to tease in an way he can think possible, but to no avail. you’re still just sitting there, typing away on your laptop.

“just another thirty minutes, and then im all yours, baby,” you murmur to him, and he pouts subconsciously out of frustration.

he gets an idea, and i’m sure you know what it is.

“alright, you’re busy and i respect that. i guess i’ll just leave you be and go play by myself, daddy,” he giggles when you look over at him for the first time in this encounter and then he walks away.

as he sits on the bed in your bedroom, he awaits the sound of your footsteps, knowing he’s won. the door opens, and you walk in too casually, enough to make him suspicious, until he’s pulled onto your lap with your lips on his shoulder. your hands sneak under his hoodie, and his hands brace himself on your shoulders for stability, “ah- y/n-”

“baby, i did not set aside my work that’s due tomorrow morning to come fuck your brains out just for you to call me that,” he shivers, so incredibly turned on, “try again.”

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the-chaotic-neutral-pansexual · 3 years

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Planned Works/Ideas for October

Hello everyone, as I mentioned previously I’ve been working on some stuff. I also have been feeling very inspired as of late and will be writing some more. I wanted to get this October started off right so here is a list of some things that will be coming your way hopefully sooner than later. I don't feel comfortable giving exact dates because as I've mentioned before certain factors can cause my writing schedule to be sporadic (also why I will not be participating in kinktober) Since some ideas are more developed than others his list will be separated into three categories:

Full ideas

People/characters who will be getting works

Ideas/tropes that I want to write about

Let's Begin!

First up here are the fully developed ideas that are in progress.

Yoon Hyunsuk (Cix)

Nerd!Hyunsuk x Popular!reader (college au)

The tall, shy, handsome, boy who sits behind you in every class you share has a secret. Like many other people on campus, he was hopelessly in love with you. It began three years ago, freshman year, and every day it only got stronger. Over the years this has led him to do some… questionable things he's not a bad guy by any means he's just an awkward college boy in love. At first, it was innocent just sitting behind you in classes that you shared. He hoped that this would give him some time to gain some confidence to talk to you while still remaining close to you. He really didn’t mean to begin eavesdropping on your conversations or reading your texts over your shoulder, he just wanted to learn more about you before he approached you. But as time went on the worse he got from smelling your hair to following you around campus to lurking your socials to finally finding your dorm room. He told himself that he was just trying to return a jacket you left in class so he racked his brain for all of the information he “gathered” and remembered your room number. It was just supposed to be a quick drop off of the jacket he played out the scenario in his head a thousand times. knock on the door, tell you he picked it up when you forgot it, give it to you, and leave. But, when he knocked on the door it opened slightly you weren’t there but you left it cracked indicating that you would be back soon. The change in circumstances caused him to panic and so he decided to just go in and drop it on your bed as opposed to waiting at your door for you. As soon as he fully entered the room the door closed behind him and after folding your jacket placing it on your bed he goes to leave. Turns out you left your door cracked for a reason, he twists the knob and pulls with all his might but he can’t get it opened. The door jammed and he’s stuck in your room. Before he even gets the chance to panic he hears you right outside the door.

Request

Klaus Mikaelson (TVD/The Originals)

Cursed!KlausxSoulmate!Reader

Klaus kills a woman. Unbeknownst to him, this woman was the soulmate of a powerful witch. In revenge the witch curses him vowing that the day Klaus finds his soulmate they will be made immortal but their soul would be removed leaving an eternal one-sided soulmate connection where Klaus is completely connected to them ( can only love and desire them, unable to hurt or kill them, able to see their thoughts and feel their emotions/pain.etc) but they have no connection to him. The witch finally takes the only reverse to the spell to the grave with him and his wife leaving nobody else to break the spell. The story will center around an interesting toxic yet slightly romantic relationship between Klaus and the reader where over years they are continuously on and off again. Klaus does everything to get the reader to love and stay with him and the reader uses this to their advantage. When they’re together its great but when they’re apart things never go well. In the end, the reader can always leave him but he can never leave them so he takes any measure to keep them by his side.

Choi Soobin (TXT)

Sub!SoobinxDom catgirl!reader

The Cat Owns You Part 2

After returning home from the café Soobin you’re finally able to transform. Now being human you keep up a nice façade for the evening eating dinner and watching television peacefully. Having you around for these few hours has him believing he made the right decision after a while he took you to your room before retiring to his own for the night. He drifts off to sleep happily thinking that he found a simple way to fix his loneliness issue a cute catgirl who resides in the room beside his. Nothing could have prepared him for what would happen a few hours later. Waking up to feel his hands and legs in an uncomfortable position he tries to adjust himself but he can’t, opening his eyes to look he realizes that he’s tied to the 4 sides of his bedpost. Before he can question what’s happening he sees you making your way toward him with the collar he purchased earlier in your hands. You notice that he’s awake but continue on fastening the collar around his throat before positioning yourself to sit on him, straddling his spread body “(Y/N) what’s going on” he asks trying to sound stern but it comes out as more of a whisper as the reality of his situation really begins to set in affecting his body in a way he didn’t expect. “Shhh don’t worry I’ll take care of you” you whisper in his ear sending a shiver through his body. Every second that passes he can feel his resolve fading he knows that he wants whatever is about to happen and soon he won’t be able to say no you know this too. He quickly yet unconvincingly rushes out “ no you can’t do this” causing you to chuckle “ Yes I can, I can do whatever I want you signed the papers” before he can ask what you mean you continue “I own you”

Up next here are some muses that I will be writing about once I find the perfect ideas for them:

Garou (Genshin Impact)

Nejire Kamado (My Hero Academia)

Mina Ashido (My Hero Academia)

Shoto Todoroki (My Hero Academia)

Kazutora Hanemiya (Tokyo Revengers)

Choi Beomgyu (TXT)

Choi Chanhee (The Boyz)

Jeong Jaehyun (NCT)

Park Seonghwa (Ateez)

Wonho (Soloist)

Sunmi (soloist)

Sana (twice)

Beelzebub (Obey Me)

Loki Laufeyson (MCU)

Buckey Barnes (MCU)

Hela Odinson(MCU)

Wanda Maximoff (MCU)

And finally here are some ideas for works (I’m thinking of making a proper prompt list but for now you can request any of these ideas with a muse from above and I will try to fulfill it. Just make sure to specify what type of story you want (fluff, smut, angst, general hcs, drabbles, etc):

Reader is an evil sorcerer and the muse is their loyal familiar

Reader is a succubus and muse is a charge that keeps summoning them

Reader is like Hades and muse is like Persephone

Female Knight reader saves prince muse

Criminal reader goes yandere for normal muse

Opposites attract the big, scary, cold reader and soft cute muse

Muse who is a twitch streamer by day and a camgirl/boy by night

Reader is a Sugar mommy and muse is one of their many sugar babies it starts off fine but then muse falls in love and wants to be readers only one

Dom reader x fem switch muse x sub male muse

Ruler reader x harem

Reader is mean to everyone but muse

Smart tsundere reader dating clingy affectionate himbo/bimbo muse

Fem Joker type reader x male Harley type muse

Reader is an engineer who finds robot muse and fixes them

Vampire queen reader and yandere muse servant who wants to be readers walking blood bag

Hero reader saves muse from a yandere and muse becomes yandere

Demon reader x angel muse

A muse who keeps trying to kill a reader that they don’t know is invulnerable reader knows muse is trying to kill them but doesn’t stop them because they think it’s cute.

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bearseokie · 4 years

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monsta x as ghost hunters

monsta x m.list | navi.

Shownu

first to be picked as a partner for walk-throughs. the team will get into a literal altercation attempting to be his partner.

everyone feels safest around him. even the spirits.

is actually very scared himself. like sticking his whole arm through a doorway while holding devices to get evidence just to avoid anything, scared.

no one’s going inside first? he’s already through the front door.

“what can i do to help you?” “stay with us.” “i’m sorry but i have a very comfortable bed at home waiting for me.”

cheeky smile and worried eyes at the same time when he hears his name over the spirit box.

is more worried about his teammates than himself. will pause the entire session if even the smallest occurrence takes place. throws people over his shoulder and carries them if they’re injured or sick. always has food and water on standby. will fight a ghost to protect someone.

gets hit on a lot. by everyone. even the energy likes him.

cleanses every place he goes in order to help the spirits escape and rest peacefully.

“go on now.” “we’re still here.” “well, i tried.”

Wonho

stopped functioning a while into the session and is now just in a haze of confusion and fear.

“can you speak to us?” “no.” “well, that’s it then guys. let’s wrap it up here.”

gets pushed inside everywhere first because everyone assumes that because he’s a big dude, he’s the most confident. will play the “no, you.” game by spinning in circles until someone else goes first.

biting his bottom lip out of sheer nervousness.

“hoseok.” “that’s not my name. i got it legally changed before coming here. nice try.”

cries at voices coming through the spirit box screaming or crying because he wants to help them.

has a hard time deciphering if a spirit is good or evil, so he has to be pulled out of the space a lot just for general protection.

holds hands with his teammates during walk-throughs.

politely requests that the spirits go easy on him when he has to do a solo.

“okay, i gotta go now. take care.” “don’t go.” he’s already vanished.

Minhyuk

can’t stand still to save his life. literally. he will bounce, skip, jog, run, do cartwheels, dougie, anything to keep him mobile so nothing touches him.

understandably calm during the spirit box sessions. he genuinely tries to communicate with the spirits, but that doesn’t make him any less terrified.

trusts his gut (feelings, emotions) over anything logical.

“do you see us?” “yes.” “cool, thanks.”

sits with his legs crossed in the middle of a room and pouts when no evidence appears.

scares his teammates by hiding around corners and jumping out at them.

counts every second until his solo is over with. runs to the exit and doesn’t go back in until the sun is up, then he retrieves the equipment he probably dropped while scared.

“i’m okay. i’m okay. i’m okay.” “hello?” “i am no longer okay.”

gets excited about haunted playgrounds for the specific reason that he gets to spend most of the session on a swing.

“are we good to go?” “do you have to?” “that’s a sign that we gotta go Now.”

Kihyun

second guesses everything. tries to find logistical reasons behind all evidence captured.

barely flinches when he gets touched or hears his name, but the second he thinks he sees a full apparition in his peripheral? he’s more translucent than the spirit.

uses a whole ass lantern like it’s the 1800’s instead of a flashlight to ‘ward off bad spirits’.

jaw goes slack when any evidence arises and he just stands there internally freaking out for at least a solid two minutes.

“get out.” “that’s no way to treat a guest.”

can sit in total darkness without flinching.

thinks spirits hitting on him means he’s extra sexy.

scolds instead of threatening bad spirits enough that nothing ever happens to him. no one likes to be scolded by him, even the dead.

the last to leave a room so everyone else feels safe not being the caboose.

“it’s time to go already?” “no.” “well, you heard them. let’s hang out some more.”

Hyungwon

yes this six foot man is hiding behind someone smaller than him. he knows he looks ridiculous, but he’s mortified and cursing everything right now. give him a hot minute.

sleeps with an eye mask on that reads ‘do not disturb’ even if he’s in a haunted place or camping in the middle of a forest for an investigation.

“help me.” “gonna need more context than that because you might be evil.”

well known for swearing at spirits without receiving any backlash at all. seriously, nothing happens. so he’s going to keep doing it until some real repercussions come forth.

pretends that he’s not scared when in actuality, he has his entire backpack loaded with things to keep him safe.

probably sweating under all of the layers of clothes he decided to wear as a ‘ghost precaution’.

chews gum obnoxiously just to mess with the audio readings.

attacks everything in sight, including other team members, when truly frightened.

those long legs just mean less strides to get the Hell away from the haunted place.

“I’m never coming back here.” always leads to “In This Season: The Return to ___”

Joohoney

can’t stay around a haunted place for longer than twenty minute intervals.

is pouting only because the ghost chose to touch someone else. (libras amiright)

actually has the worst luck in the history of ghost hunting, evidence wise. he gets his clothes tugged on at almost every location, hears his name in every spirit box session, and thinks he’s being followed everywhere. he’s basically a beacon for ghosts until a camera is pointed at him.

can and will cry.

“touch me again, i dare you.” “sure.” “wait, i was just joking!”

when asked to go anywhere alone, he will crouch down and sit on their foot with his entire body wrapped around their leg while he begs and pleads to not go at all. especially not alone.

imitates character voices like kermit so the spirits get confused. they know it’s him.

plays thriller by mj during sessions to jam out and not be so scared

screams without making any sounds when he’s afraid.

“the sun’s rising? Let’s Bounce!”

Changkyun

blood curdling scream at the slightest indication that there is something with them.

“mmmmmm.” “microwave?”

sleep on the haunted property? he’ll be in the back of the camper, thank you.

uses the infrared on himself to see how big his dick is in his pants.

listens to lofi when he’s on break to recuperate.

befriends the local dog faster than he captures evidence of the afterlife.

thinks ghostly moans just means someone is getting some.

“you need to find me.” “i don’t think google maps has that feature yet, bro.”

zig zags during solos like he’s running from an alligator.

time to go? he’s packed and heading out going “that wasn’t too bad, actually.”

#monsta x #monsta x headcanon #monsta x headcanons #monsta x imagines #monsta x scenarios #monsta x fluff #monsta x au #shownu #wonho #minhyuk #kihyun #hyungwon #jooheon #changkyun #monstax.headcanon

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nthngbxtfanfics · 4 years

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Shownu is a shy bean himself. He doesn’t want to make any mistake and scare you away. He knows that he looks kinda intimidating, so he’s trying to show off his inner teddy bear. He’s extremely soft towards you.

He loves the tints of redness on your cheeks, when he gives you compliments. Or the small giggle that leaves your figure, whenever he tried to impress you with something. He’s satisfied with the way your body reacts and it makes him blush as well.

You go out to eat? He let’s you choose, since the last 20 times, Shownu was the one deciding what to eat. Now he wants to know what YOU want! He doesn’t want to pressure you into deciding something, but he’d love to find out what dishes or drinks you like, so he can surprise you with your faves.

Now, the way Shownu tries to get you under the sheets is the most sweetest thing ever. He hints it with his body language, his touches are more frequent and lingering. He rubs your thigh when you lay in bed, his soft lips running around your neck and whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

Wonho is excited, I mean really excited. You are the cutest creature in his eyes, if he could he would pinch your red cheeks forever and ever! He loves it whenever he says something that makes you hide your face in your hands or his chest, instantly. Whether he says something seductively or says how cute you are and draws all attention on you. He wants to show you off to everyone, how cute and beautiful you are and encourages you to feel more comfortable around others.

You have a great fashion sense, but too shy to wear the items you love. Wonho is not having it, when you first come out in a colorful summer dress, but decide mid doorway to change, cuz you think it’s inappropriate. He’s grabbing your hand, gives you a reassuring smile and tells you not to worry - he’s the only one looking at you and that matters only.

There’s no way he’ll get you in bed without you getting flustered. He’ll say something really dirty and will get the reaction he always wanted, you being deep red and your hands hiding you face. His arms find your body and circles it. Kisses all over your face and when you release your hands from your face and a smile plastered on it. His smile would mirror yours and you have a really heated night.

Minhyuk again! A tease! I can’t unsee him as a giant tease. But your shyness softens something in him, he’ll smile when you start to talk more quietly, when you talk with others or whenever you ask him for something.

He wants you to be friends with all of his members, whenever you’re at the dorm, he’s not leaving your side. He’ll encourage you to talk more freely with his bandmates. Sometimes he would leave you alone with Jooheon since he’s more easy to talk to, I mean he warmed up a shy Changkyun and deformed him to a disrespectful boi! Minhyuk would always make sure you would say something during any kind of conversation or discussion, sou you’ll not feel left out or actually start to warm up around them.

He uses his words, he’s your opposite. If he wants to fuck, he’ll straight up tell you! He wants to show you, that you can talk to him boldly and be more open. Talking is key for him in a relationship, he’s not going to figure it out himself, on how to please you good.

Kihyun a person who would eat you alive cuz too cute to handle. A constant smile is plastered over his face. Your shy smile? He would crack and melt right away.

You want it you got it! That’s the deal if you ASK, TALK, DO something. You wanna watch a movie? Sure tell him which. You wanna have that couple shirt? Sure ask if you could have those. You wanna cuddle? Then wrap your arms around him and lock his arms between yours. He loves you and would do anything for you, you got him wrapped around your finger, since the moment you smiled at him. But he wishes that you would insinuate certain things. Every time you would go on a date, he’ll give you the lead.

Sex - well that’s hard to tell. But he’ll be soft, but wouldn’t insinuate it. He wants you to go to him and ask him to have sex. It wouldn’t be his plan anymore if he’d do it. Whenever you smile and look onto the floor, this boi has to bite his lips and crash you against the wall and wreck you. He waits and gives you small hints until you catch on and crash your lips against his.

Hyungwon wouldn’t be extremely affected by your shyness, it would be the most normal thing to him. You are not one of a big talker, but you love to show it through your body. He loves it whenever you grab his sleeve and try to get his attention. Or the way you softly poke his arm, when you ask him something, are things that warm up his heart the most.

But when you go out, you tend to hide behind your tall boyfriend and make yourself as small as possible. But not on Hyungwons watch! He would hold your hand in public, so you would be a bit far away from him, so you both can walk freely. When you go to a cafe, he’ll put you in front of him and order your drinks. He doesn’t want you to hide anymore, so he needs to bring to the front and show you to the world.

Hyungwon isn’t shy, he’ll show you how much he wants you. As simple as possible, as bold as possible. He’s not bothered by your shyness and would go straight ahead.

In Jooheons eyes you like like a walking aegyo mashine, just like Wonho - everything is cute about you. Really everything! He’d laugh with you, when you laugh. He’d smile with you when you smile. He grows concerned whe you spoke more quietly then usual. But he makes you comfortable enough to drop your shyness.

You are at the beginning of your relationship and Jooheon noticed the slight awkwardness radiating from you. He asks himself if he took a step too far and kind of scared you off. But you assured him that it’s not him, it’s only you being shy, especially in new situations. To loosen up the awkwardness, Jooheon started to do his best aegyo performance. Just to make you smile and loosen up.

Sexy! He’s in the mood and you’ll be too! He drops the silliness and goes straight to the main deal. He’s serious when he wants to make love to you. And strangely enough, you don’t feel as shy anymore, when you meet his lust filled eyes. He’ll make you a freak in the sheets real quick!

Changkyun is the cool guy and would take your shyness as a personality trait of yours. But on the inside he’s dying and loves it to the fullest.

He’s shy around new people himself, but seems protective, when you get shy yourself. He would make it look unfazing whenever you stutter as you talk. So you wouldn’t feel even more embarrassed. He takes care of you and tries to make every awkward situation, less awkward. He makes sure, you speak up when you don’t like something, he would always ask you so you get used to it.

That’s the only time he makes you flush your face in a deep red, on purpose! He wants to see you flustered and smiles at himself proudly. Dirty talk is one of the things he’s extremely confident about and he’d do anything and use any pickup line he got. The moment you break is when his deep voice indicates his seriousness.

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Tailor Made

Fandom: Monsta X

Genre: Smut, natch.

Word Count: 9.4k

Pairing: Wonho x OC

Trope: Strangers to lovers, one night stand

Synopsis: Tailoring is challenging enough without Lee Hoseok’s powerful body and dashing smile. Ellie just needs to make it through one last fitting, and she’s convinced herself life will go back to normal. Too bad Hoseok has other plans for her.

The Vibe: Seoul city beats with Middle Eastern flair, tailor jargon, wealthy jetsetting Wonho, expat OC with quiet confidence, propositions, seduction, heavy sexual tension, overt Open Mind imagery, one night stand, everybody goes for what they want, passionate smut, loads of body appreciation for one another, wrestling with ramifications, happy ending

A/N: Admittedly, I’m not great at writing oneshots. I get wrapped up in my characters and my muse just goes on auto pilot, and, let’s face it, I’m a slave to her whims. But this time I kept her in check, so I figured why not celebrate the inaugural opening of this trash bin with my first one. Obviously inspired by “Open Mind” because Wonho is a god.

Elnara was in the habit of seeing handsome men in and out of her shop, and she was also in the habit of quietly admiring them. Being a tailor in Hongdae, she had no shortage of opportunity.

Nearly a decade ago, she had followed her boss and mentor, Nicolo, to Seoul on the rising tide of the Korean Wave. Nicolo’s reputation as an impeccable tailor had preceded him, and instead of fitting models exclusively, as they were accustomed back in Milan, in his unassuming little storefront in Hongdae, they now catered to a crowd of moguls, ladder-climbers, and even idols. It was less hectic and more structured, a quiet sort of life—literally, since her mouth was often pinned shut—that Ellie adored. Few things were as rewarding as a finely-suited man—especially a fine, finely-suited man.

As Head Cutter, Nicolo took all the initial measurements and struck the patterns to cloth while he relied on Ellie to do much of the tailoring and final fittings, which kept their conservative client-base comfortable as well as happy since a woman wasn’t unexpectedly fondling their junk. Of course, after the first suit, many of them requested her from the inception of their second, but Nico was ever circumspect. He could sense a scoundrel by sight almost as well as a Super 180 fabric by touch—decades as a master tailor brought forth many a well-dressed narcissist.

Speaking of troublemakers… Ellie glanced down to the appointment book and saw his name. Lee Hoseok. He was coming back again. So soon? She had barely survived the last fitting, let alone the one before that. Three times in two weeks… Okay, so most men came back for fittings in that time frame, but this one broke every mold—literally. It was beginning to feel like a relationship, and that had never happened before. It shouldn’t.

Ellie was the consummate professional. She spoke to her clients only when she had questions or suggestions. No matter how handsome or charming, the most personal she ever got with them was asking the occasion for the outfit or the style they preferred. It’s what these wealthy and powerful men liked about their shop.

Truthfully, she had no right to say it felt like a relationship either. Hoseok was always pleasant and friendly, maybe more open that most of her clients, though that didn’t mean they’d had personal conversations. On the contrary, they were perfect strangers. They had only ever talked tailoring; she didn’t even know what he did for a living.

There was literally no reason to feel connected to this man except that maybe she wished she was. He was that good-looking, and Ellie knew good looks. It was her business, elevating a man to that next level in handsome confidence, but this man could rock a burlap sack, and people would beg to know his designer.

She thought about asking Nico to cover for her just so she could avoid another torturous transaction, but he already had a fitting, and it would be uncouth for an upstanding establishment like Bespoke Hongdae to cancel a commitment. Still… It was very difficult to run your hands all over a man you knew was millions of miles out of your league, especially when you’d rather be doing it recreationally than professionally. She had fitted models and moguls, tycoons and playboys. None of them had been a problem.

Lee Hoseok was a problem.

It was that goddamn smile of his. All gentle and effortless, with nothing but sincerity shining each pearly white. She hoped she didn’t see it today.

The bell above the door tinkled, and Ellie looked up. He had arrived.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Lee. Ready for your final fitting?” she said, relying on her inner customer service autopilot to take over.

“I am,” said the broad silhouette filling the door frame.

Well, he sure hadn’t gotten any uglier in a week. Damnit.

Hoseok was every tailor’s worst nightmare. His shoulders were more like wings, spanning strong and wide, and his chest tapered sharply to a narrow but powerful waist. His biceps tested the limits of dress shirt fabric while simultaneously shaming everyone else into a gym membership. His thighs were mammoth and his ass high and firm, yet somehow, when he turned just so, it seemed it was all a mirage, and he was just as trim as many of their other clients.

“Right this way please,” Ellie directed with a motion toward her fitting room.

Along the way, she knocked twice on Nico’s studio door to let him know she was with a client, and from the other side, she heard his curt “Capito, Ellie!”

At her studio, she opened the door and ushered Hoseok in. “Your shirt and trousers are on the hanger, Mr. Lee. Please let me know when you’re dressed, and I will bring in the jacket.”

The man nodded and thanked her before mercifully disappearing behind the door.

Ellie sagged against the wall and ran a hand over her face as she hissed, “Bu çok sinir bozucu! He looks so good today. Get it together, Elnara.”

She slapped her cheeks a few times before she grabbed the deep sapphire worsted wool gem she’d completed yesterday. Only a moment later, Hoseok opened the door and she stepped inside.

He looked dashing already in his striking blonde hair, matching suit trousers, and crisp white shirt. He had one button popped at his collar, and Ellie’s eyes darted right to it. She might have admonished another client for distracting from the finished look, but it complemented Hoseok’s carefree smile—which he was unfortunately already sporting as fashionably as a pocket square.

“Please,” was all she could manage as she motioned toward the pedestal in the center of the room.

He stepped onto the platform in front of three full-length mirrors. He was already tall, but on the platform, he loomed to mythical proportions—or maybe it was just his unavoidable gravity. Ellie was grateful she had worn her tallest heels today just to keep up.

From the safety of the blind spot at his back, she admired the breadth of his shoulders. Many of the men she’d suited had shoulders as narrow as hers, but, hell, if it rained, she could seek shelter behind Hoseok’s.

She peered around him and caught his eye in the mirror before she raised the jacket and he slid into it. Last week’s tuxedo had been bad; the sapphire suit was worse. It was the sort of suit one wore for a dinner with the President or a hostile corporate takeover, the kind that demanded attention and commanded respect. It was the suit of great men.

In it, Hoseok looked like the pinnacle of masculinity.

Ellie cleared her throat as softly as she could and said, “What do you think?”

“What do you think?” he replied. “You’re the kind of person I want to impress.”

She pursed her lips to stifle her smile. He really was a troublemaker. She studied him in the mirror, running her hands over his shoulders to smooth the fabric and down his arms to coax the sleeves to their true length. She tugged his dress shirt cuffs down and skirted her fingers along the line of his waist.

Damn, he was nothing but muscle under there. She could only imagine the luxury of measuring him in a thin dress shirt. Lucky Nico.

“Hm,” she said, circling him with a finger to her lips. “Length is good. Shoulders fit well. Sleeves hit perfectly. How does it feel across the chest? Not too tight?”

“Not at all,” he said, “but maybe something is missing.”

That was a new one. This was Hoseok’s second fitting in this suit; he hadn’t said anything the first time. “Would you like a second button?”

He kept his gaze steady on her as though he was working something out. His lips parted as if in slow motion, or maybe that was just the mind-altering effects of his intense beauty. “How about a tie?”

“If you’d like,” she answered, “though I’d suggest you go without for this look.”

That popped top button was a view she hadn’t realized the world needed, and it seemed a shame to take it away so soon.

“Let’s try one,” he urged.

Ellie combed through their selection on hand and withdrew a couple to hold against the suit, but none fit. Finally, her eyes fell on a striking blue tie that only Hoseok would have the confidence to pull off.

She offered it to him, but he smiled gently. “Would you mind? I always put them on crooked.”

Her mouth fell open—not at the suggestion, since she had put on many ties over the years, but at the electricity that jolted her at the mere thought. He was different. This was different.

Ellie stepped onto the platform with him, her eyeline level with his problematic mouth. It was so pretty and full and all she had to do was tip up her chin to change everything, but she forced her gaze down to his collar.

He hadn’t bothered to close the button. Now this felt like sabotage, cruel, cruel sabotage. Ellie draped the tie around her neck and reached up to tug the button into the hole. It took every ounce of self-control to keep her fingers from “accidentally” grazing the milk-white skin there.

Don’t think about his warm breath fanning across your forehead. Don’t think about your breasts an inch from his chest.

She looped the tie around his neck and sashayed it into place under his collar before tying it into the perfect Pratt knot. And through each and every step, Hoseok watched her. Ellie didn’t dare look up even though she could have tied the knot in her sleep. His mouth was still so close, and the warm wood and cherry of his cologne was overwhelming enough as it was.

She straightened the tie, buttoned the jacket, and, without thinking, ran her hands down his chest to flatten the fabric. He was so firm underneath, he might truly have been carved of marble.

Ellie cleared her throat again and stepped to the side so he could see himself in the mirror. She hated herself for her hubris, but she thought they looked good together. Her lean, tall figure and toasted skin was the perfect complement to his commanding size and ethereal pallor.

“You were right,” he said in a voice too low to be safe. His eyes were on her, not on the mirror, and she could feel them burrowing into her. It was torture. “Please take it off.”

She may as well have been undoing his belt. Her fingers played about his neck, grazing the freshly razored skin there as she reversed each step and stirred the note of rum in his cologne until she was hopelessly drunk. Finally, the silk hissed through his collar as she tugged it off, and she nearly collapsed at the exertion. Trying to look professional when all she wanted to do was tear off this very expensive suit consumed so much energy.

“I’m ready for the final suit,” Hoseok announced.

Ellie blinked. “What suit? This is the only order we have left open.”

He raised an eyebrow, which should have raised an alarm. “Nicolo and I have been working on another.”

Brow furrowed, she flipped back to their order manifest and scowled. There was another order number after all, and she headed back to the cutting room with indignation blossoming in her chest. She had fitted Hoseok for everything—he saw to it—so why had she been kept out of the loop on this?

Get it together, Elnara! This is a business relationship. Don’t take offense.

Still annoyed, she drew up to the rack of finished suits, and her heart knew instantly what her head refused to acknowledge.

Not the red suit, please.

No. It was his? Of course, it was. Of fucking course.

Ellie had watched that suit come to life in the cutting room over the last couple weeks. The slashes of crimson wool were impossible to miss among the oceans of blues and grays. It was the first thing she saw when she walked in the back, and it was always emblazoned on her memory when she walked back out. Complicating things, it was the one suit she had no part in assembling. Nico was clear that the amount of custom work demanded his attention exclusively, and she was forced to admire it from afar.

But now here it was, in its full finished glory. She hadn’t even had a hand in fitting it throughout. When had Hoseok even been in to try it on without her knowledge? He should be paying rent for how much time he was spending here, she thought bitterly.

Her resentment didn’t fade on her walk back to her atelier, but it evaporated instantly when she opened the door.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, Mr. Lee!” she shouted, slamming the door closed. “I should have knocked!”

But Hoseok opened the door again with that stubborn toothy smile that made the man look innocent despite now being half-naked. “No worries. This suit is made to wear without a shirt.”

Ellie’s mouth hung open, in part from the absurdity of a suit without a dress shirt but more so from the enormous mountain of muscle on display for her. She had never seen pectorals so large or defined—they could be pillows if they weren’t rock hard. His nipples perked in the chill of the atelier, and if there weren’t so much else to tantalize the eyes, she might never have looked away. And while she was studying him, who the hell had abs like that? Who! They were too defined to be real. Maybe he was a statue after all. But Hoseok’s real strength emanated from the sculpted foundation of shoulders bolstered by biceps that seemed to flex even when he was relaxed.

Ellie’s cheeks dappled to the color of the suit before she shoved it through the door and insisted it stay firmly shut this time, even holding the handle in case her libido got the better of her.

“When you’re fully dressed, please let me know, Mr. Lee,” she said in a voice painfully strained. God, she would have done anything to mute the quaver in it. Her unprofessionalism was mortifying, and she worried it would ruin their shop.

Toz ol, Elnara!

A few minutes later, Hoseok gave her the okay to enter, but she’d learned her lesson and opened it centimeter by centimeter. He wasn’t naked, but this was bad. Very bad.

Damn Nico and his tailoring skills. The blue suit had wounded, but the red suit was out for blood. Hoseok waited on the pedestal, hands in his pockets, his back to her. In the mirror, his eyes watched her as she studied his figure. The tailor in her had to admire how well-cut the suit was. Nico had fitted this one tighter than a suit should reasonably fit, the jacket darts contouring his impossible chest and the trousers—curse her mentor for the way they hugged Hoseok’s thick thighs.

This suit wasn’t for takeovers or even dinners. This suit was the prelude for seduction.

Ellie circled around to appraise the front of the jacket. The wide peak lapel was striking next to his flawless skin, and its sharp lines drew her eye to the silver zipper winking in the spotlight.

Who’d ever heard of a zipper on a suit jacket? Absurd. It had probably killed Nico to put it on, but when Ellie had probed her mentor earlier in the week, he’d shrugged and said, “Whatever the client wants, he shall have.”

Hoseok noticed her attention and cleared his throat. “It’s meant to zipper up from the bottom. Would you please test it? I’ll tell you when to stop.”

“I don’t think—”

“Please?”

Heart racing, Ellie stepped to the side so Hoseok could see himself in the mirror as her always-steady fingers trembled toward the pull. Tooth by tooth, it climbed like the first hill of a rollercoaster, each one parting with the same perilous clack-clack-clack as a chain dragging the fated train up the track. She held her breath with the same anticipation.

The jacket split, revealing that pale swath of rigid abs so perfect they could have been painted on if it weren’t for the way they tensed at an inadvertent graze of her fingers. Hoseok grunted.

No, no, no. Aptal!

She shouldn’t be touching skin here. She needed the Teflon of a dress shirt to rebuff her fingers, but instead it was only hot, soft skin inviting her to venture further.

“This time feels different,” Hoseok said softly, and Ellie’s fingers stopped at once.

Her heart hammered and her eyes panicked as her mouth went bone dry. She’d been exposed. She’d never been so humiliated.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she stammered. “Would you prefer that I call Nicolo to finish your fitting?”

“That’s not what—” he said before he stopped himself. “It’s okay. I didn’t tell you to stop.”

Every ounce of air left Ellie’s lungs. Why was she working so hard to be professional when Hoseok insisted on being so unprofessional? She had to be misreading things.

With a shallow nod, she continued the zipper’s upward climb. There was the charming crescent of Hoseok’s bellybutton with its own little gingerbread moon in permanent orbit to the right. God, every millimeter of this was torture, and her eyes begged for him to stop, but he wouldn’t.

At the final hill of his abs, he smirked and said firmly, “There, Elnara.”

Her name. On his tongue. Good god, it was holy and unholy all at once. She hadn’t even realized he remembered her name. Customers never called her by it, and now she understood why—it was more personal than measuring an inseam.

“What do you think?” he asked.

Ellie surveyed his silhouette. The zipper was almost pointless. It had been unzipped so much that only a short channel at the top held it together. Through the red and silver window glistened a mogul of snow-white abs. So much power lurked beneath the deceptive curtain of crimson wool.

“It’s a very modern look. I think you’ll turn a lot of heads, Mr. Lee,” she said evenly. He stared at her, head cocked and hands still in his pockets, as though he knew there was more on the tip of her tongue, so she added, “How’s the fit?”

“Tight.”

The criminal bastard.

“Uncomfortable?” Ellie said.

“I like it tight.”

Please stop torturing me.

“And the length?” she continued, a tremor destroying the first word.

“Just right, but I’d like a woman’s honest opinion. How does it really look on me?”

She narrowed her eyes. It felt like he was deliberately baiting her now. How much of her thirst had she given away?

Ellie had to choose every word very carefully—too carefully. She felt like it took her minutes to compose herself. “You look like you will make a singular impression wherever you go, Mr. Lee.”

“Is that a polite way of saying you don’t like it?”

“No! No, definitely not. No. You look…” What to say that didn’t cross the line? She frantically searched for something safe, but there was nothing because Lee Hoseok wasn’t safe. “You look powerful.”

He hummed.

With nothing neutral left to say, Ellie draped her measuring tape around her neck and stepped back. “Okay, so, if you’re satisfied with everything, Mr. Lee, I will prepare your suits, and we’ll get you on your way.”

Suddenly, Hoseok grabbed her wrist, and her measuring tape slipped from her neck into a puddle at her feet.

“Wait.”

Everything waited for Hoseok, even her heart.

“I’ve run out of excuses,” he said, “and time. I want to see you tonight, Elnara. I want to touch you for a change.”

“I—”

Ellie couldn’t think of a single word. She couldn’t have heard him right. No way. Maybe her Korean had failed her. She’d only been speaking it for a handful of years, maybe she’d missed some context. That had to be it.

At last, she found her voice again. “I—I don’t do house calls, Mr. Lee.”

“Let me be clear. I want you, Elnara. Not another suit, not a fitting. I want to feel you against me. I want to know what you look like when you wake up.”

Her breath caught. Her world was spinning. Like any woman, Ellie had been propositioned more times than there were stitches in Hoseok’s suit. Most came from douchebags on a street corner, and as soon as they were done with their wolf whistle, they were on to the next unsuspecting woman without so much as a glance at her face.

But here was a man only inches from her with his gaze boring into hers along with his undivided attention.

“You don’t know me,” she whispered as she looked away.

“No, but I do know the only thing that matters right now.”

“And what’s that?”

“We both want the same thing.”

Ellie’s head whipped back as she bit her bottom lip. “Which is?”

“One night together.”

It was as if someone had pushed pause on reality. In the mirror, she saw her chest heaving and her mouth slackening, but that was the Ellie in a backwards universe, where left was right and invisible was visible and somehow gods desired mortals.

“Mr. Lee, I’m not in the habit of—”

“I’m sure you’re not, and neither am I, but I can’t wait any longer.” He let out a tight exhale, and his hands twitched at his sides. “I can feel your heat through this suit, and I know you can feel me, too. I felt your fingers at my waist.”

Ellie stumbled, her fingertips burning at the memory and the humiliation. She struggled to find her voice as she backed up against the mirror, relying on Alt-verse Ellie for support.

“I’m sorry if I touched you inappropriately, Mr. Lee. It was not my intention. But you are a valued client, and I really don’t want to jeopardize that in any way.”

“No, I’m sorry,” he said, his eyes downcast. “I came on too strong. That’s not something I do. I was just… careless. Tonight’s my last night in town for a while, and I didn’t want to lose—”

He stopped again and shook his head. When he looked back up, he was smiling that boyish smile, and any defense Ellie had mounted toppled.

“Maybe I felt something that wasn’t there. That’s my fault, and I will be more careful next time. Please don’t think I was trying to pressure you. It’s just— You’re worth the risk. So, anyway… Thank you for the fittings.”

“Are—are you pleased with your suits?” she fumbled.

“They’re striking. I’d expect nothing less.”

“You look very handsome.”

She shouldn’t have said it—she knew that instantly. She should have just wrapped her measuring tape around her neck and squeezed instead. Seni Aptal!

“Thank you, Elnara.”

Hoseok was staring. She was frozen. She wished she could disappear through the mirror.

He stepped down from the pedestal, still in his red suit, and stopped right in front of her. He was right—she could feel the heat between them, and it was scalding, yet she found herself leaning into it.

“If you change your mind—if you feel something, too—I’ll be at the Empire bar at nine. There are no strings, no demands, just a promise that I won’t disappoint you.”

“I’m sure you couldn’t,” Ellie said and trusted her hair to hide her flush. “Safe travels, Mr. Lee.”

It was late. It was dark. She was foolish.

He paused beside her, his dark eyes searching hers, before he nodded and left her gasping against the mirror with no hopes of focusing on anything other than his world-altering offer.

And yet here she was, hovering awkwardly just inside the smoky glass of Empire’s entrance within a hotel with rooms that cost double per night what her apartment cost in a month.

Hoseok grinned as he shot up in surprise at his unexpected date. “I’m so glad you came.”

Ellie shrugged a shoulder in time with a corner of her mouth. “Didn’t think I would.”

Only minutes before, she'd almost chickened out and told the cabbie to keep on going, but casual sex was hard to come by in a country as conservative as South Korea. People dated for marriage, and one-night stands were things nobody talked about, let alone initiated without copious amounts of alcohol. It had been months since she'd been with anybody, and he certainly hadn't been half the man Hoseok was.

Her eyes darted around the hotel bar. It was dimly lit and elegantly appointed in rich woods and stone, with bookcases stuffed to the gills with vinyls, plenty of empty booths, and only a handful of guests throughout, including a few couples with heads close and legs crossed to each other. Jazz music babbled from the record player in the corner. Everything smelled of whiskey and beer and leather except Hoseok, who still smelled of rum and cherries and something much more primal.

Still in that red suit, Hoseok tugged a stool out for her and smiled even wider when she sat down next to him. This time, his eyes made no bones about appraising every inch of her. Ellie had chosen a slip dress, the soft pink color like a full-body blush against her caramel skin. The cowl neck draped elegantly over her small chest while the soft lighting flashed across the satin with her every move. She crossed her legs, and the dress bunched higher over her knee, allowing a peek at her thigh that Hoseok did not miss.

“Drink?” he asked.

“Merlot, please,” she told the bartender before she turned back to Hoseok. “Nice suit.”

“You seem…” He chose his words carefully as he mapped the arc of her neck. “Different.”

“This is Evening Ellie. You’ve only ever met Professional Ellie.”

“Which one’s the real you?”

“They both are. One just has more freedom than the other.” She took a long drink of wine and licked her lips, Hoseok’s eyes following the purposeful trail of her tongue. “And fewer inhibitions.”

He laughed, a soft but distinct “ha” that added to his charm.

Ellie nodded to the heart of the hotel. “So, are you staying here?”

His smile tempered to a smirk. “Actually, no. I just wanted some neutral ground. My apartment isn’t far, but I wasn’t sure you’d be comfortable meeting there, if you even showed up.”

“We could have met at an actual bar, you know.”

“There are none this nice or this quiet this close to home.”

“Ah,” Ellie said with a brow raise, “so that’s where you want this night to end?”

“They have beds here, too,” he replied as though that should have been obvious.

Maybe it should have been considering what he’d proposed at her shop. Still, it made her thighs clench, and she readjusted on the stool. “You’re not like the other Korean boys, are you?”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No,” she said over the lip of her glass, “it’s not.”

Hoseok ran a triumphant hand through his hair and leaned in close enough that she could almost taste the soju on his tongue. “How long have you lived here?”

“Eight years now.”

“Your Korean is excellent.”

“It had better be. There’s no one here who speaks my language, so I have all the time in the world to practice.”

He blinked in surprise. “What do you speak with Nicolo?”

“Italian, but actually I’m from Turkey.”

“Turkish?” His eyes roved over her honeyed skin and chocolate hair and settled on the beauty mark just beneath the corner of her bottom lip. “That’s unusual.”

“Is that a bad thing?” she teased and he grinned. But in a moment, the mood had shifted, and they both felt it. A line was about to be crossed, and Ellie worried it wasn’t just a line but a trip wire. She took another drink and brushed her hair around her ear as she ventured into foreign territory.

“So, Hoseok,” she said, tasting his name like a stolen sweet, “do you do these a lot?”

He straightened immediately at her hint of intimacy, his brown eyes darkening a shade. “One-night stands?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ve had a few,” he admitted. “They make things simple. I travel a lot and even when I’m here, I’m usually crushed with work. Feels unfair to ask someone to commit to being ignored. I’d rather promise my full attention for one night than string someone along.”

Ellie sniffed an astonished laugh. “I didn’t think anyone could be so thoughtful about meaningless sex.”

“Does it have to be meaningless?” He sounded surprisingly wounded.

“I—no, I didn’t mean—” she fumbled, looking for a way out of this hole. “I’m sorry. I’m nervous.”

His worried brow softened and he leaned in, his lips by her ear. “Please don’t think that just because this is one night that you don’t mean anything to me, Elnara. I’ve traveled the world, but I’ve never met anyone like you. You captivate me.”

He kissed her once under her jaw and sat back on his seat as she twisted her hair into a frenzied knot.

“Thank you,” she mumbled, her eyes falling to the zipper that had signaled her ruin.

“So what would you like to do here? You want to have a few drinks or get a bite? Whatever you want. You’re in charge of our night.”

“Maybe, ah—” Ellie looked down at her empty glass and back to the gentle face across from her. Maybe it was the wine or maybe it was his cologne or maybe it was the feeling of his lips still lingering on her skin, but her mind was already made up.

This was new ground for her. She wasn’t sure how forward she could be, yet Hoseok had given her the reins. It was thrilling and terrifying all at once.

“How about we flip a coin?” she said as she withdrew a 100 won coin from her clutch. “Heads, your place. Tails, the hotel.”

Hoseok smirked. “Deal.”

The silver coin whizzed up and back into Ellie’s hand with a thud.

There was his smile that had started it all, beautiful and inviting and very, very pleased.

“I’ll get the car.”

The drive to Hoseok’s apartment was shorter than Ellie had hoped. He drove a sleek silver sportscar that made her feel expensive and important by extension. Every stoplight brought stares and, with them, a sense of pride that he had picked her. Hoseok was stunning in the driver’s seat. Neon light danced off the sterling hood and played across the perfect alabaster of his profile until he glowed, too. If she wasn’t looking forward to the destination so much, she could have ridden with him into forever.

His place was on the 52nd floor of a new high-rise in Gangnam. Ellie couldn’t remember a longer elevator ride in her entire life. She wanted to touch him so badly, but they were never alone, with an infuriating stream of people hopping on and off like it was rush hour.

Of course, his was the corner unit, and of course, it boasted floor-to-ceiling views of Seoul glittering in the indigo of night. The living space sported sleek modern grays and blues with stylish furniture and an enormous flat screen. Off to the side was the kitchen with a built-in bar and an impeccably clean counter, and tucked in one corner was a simple desk with a laptop but not a single sheet of paper or stray paperclip. Beautiful as it was, the place barely looked lived in. It even smelled new, with none of the trappings of a well-used kitchen or a couch with familiar dents in the cushions. No pictures hung on the walls; no tchotchkes studded the end tables. It felt more like a hotel than a hotel did.

“You live here?” Ellie said as she shrugged off her jacket.

“When I’m here.”

“That must not—”

The next thing she knew, she was crushed against Hoseok’s hard body as his mouth descended on hers. He had the smoothest lips she’d ever felt, silkier even than the fabric of her dress, and he dragged them across hers as though he were memorizing the shape of her mouth. Her hands stroked the soft bristles of his freshly trimmed hair as she pressed him further to her. He tasted of bad decisions and insatiable longing, and she knew with one swipe of his tongue that she’d never get the taste of him out of her mouth.

“Sorry,” he panted as he pulled back. “I couldn’t wait. You were saying?”

Ellie laughed. “You’re a magnificent kisser.”

“Wait until you see how I fuck.”

Her knees might have given out if he hadn’t been holding her up.

“You don’t waste any time, do you?” she said.

“I don’t have any to waste. I need every second I can get with you.”

Ellie tugged on his neck again, and this time when his lips met hers, it was less urgent but no less passionate. His hands grabbed fistfuls of her dress as he tugged her flush against him, and she felt his growing desire for her against her stomach.

This time, her tongue probed his mouth as her hands slipped around to trace his jaw before settling on that granite chest. She pushed him back until he collided with the door with a huff. Hoseok reached for his zipper, but Ellie batted his hands away and grasped the pull just above the outline of his semi.

“Let me,” she purred. “You’re the only client I’d rather be undressing. Besides, you have no idea how many hours went into this masterpiece, and I don't want it ruined.”

His cheek tugged up as he smirked. “As you wish, my lady.”

Ellie took her time unzipping the jacket the way she would savor opening an exquisitely wrapped gift. She had had a taste of what was underneath this morning, but now she could truly appreciate the man inside the suit. Hoseok was stronger than any person had a right to be, and the primal woman inside her longed to see that power unleashed. What would all that muscle feel like driving into her? She could hardly wait to find out, and yet, they only had one night. She didn’t want to miss a moment.

Ellie removed his jacket, and, after carefully draping it over the couch, she stepped back for a new view of him. She trailed three fingers across his chest as she circled him before savoring a squeeze of his bicep and a caress of that broad back.

“I almost feel guilty for covering up all your hard work,” she mused as she played her hand across his defined stomach.

“Do you like what you see?”

There was something so endearing about a man like this seeking her approval. By all rights, he should have been an egomaniac—he’d earned it. Hoseok could have anything and anyone, he could have the whole world at his feet if he wanted, and yet all he wanted was to please her.

“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful,” she said, and with one swoop, he had his mouth to hers and his hand under her ass, picking her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist.

He seated her on the back of the couch so he could free a hand to massage her thigh while the other threaded through her hair and secured her to him. He was hot and hungry, his skin practically searing through her dress. His tongue met hers stroke for stroke until she sighed into him, and it was like a starter pistol for his hands.

Hoseok grabbed her breast through her dress, but when his thumb played over a pert, satin-covered nipple, he jerked back so he could study her. While Ellie’s head tipped back, he played with her freely. All at once, he stopped as his other hand slid up under her dress. With every inch higher he climbed, her breath hitched another notch until he grabbed a handful of her hip and ass.

His forehead rested against her collarbone, and his ragged breaths blasted her skin. She felt his voice better than she heard it when he growled, “You’re not wearing anything underneath.”

“I knew where this night was heading,” she said.

“You’re driving me crazy, Ellie.”

Her full name had sounded elegant and forbidden on his tongue, but her nickname was too intimate. This was supposed to be one night, but with one word, they had crossed another line, this one most definitely triggering an explosion. She could feel it, maybe he could, too.

It would be safer to leave before the butterflies in her stomach complicated things, but Hoseok was so needy and Ellie was a glutton for punishment.

She slipped a finger under his chin and guided him back up. His lips were reverential as they worshipped hers, followed by her jaw and her neck right at that sensitive spot at the nape that had her legs tightening around him.

Hoseok took advantage of the situation to pick her back up and cart her back to the bedroom, his mouth never leaving her neck. He sucked hard, and she arched into him with a gasp.

“That’s going to leave a mark!” she protested.

He nuzzled his nose against the fresh red blossom and murmured, “Mm, something to remember me by.”

Ellie unwrapped her legs and dropped to the floor where she took a step back. Hoseok looked worried that he’d said something wrong, but she smiled and sank to her knees. The cold from the hardwood traveled up her legs, but it couldn’t quell the fire within her, not when he loomed so impressively above her. It was like basking in the shadows of a temple to a Greek god.

He watched as she undid his pants and freed his length. She should have taken the time to appreciate how sturdy his thighs were, how well they would be able to plow into her as deep as he could go, but she was distracted by something even more erotic. She bit her lip as she appraised him with hungry wonder. “You shave?”

“I like to feel clean,” he said, though there was a tint of pink on the tops of his wide ears. He would have looked cute if it weren’t for his luscious cock waiting expectantly for her attention.

Ellie was eager to give it. She ran her hands up his thighs, relishing the sinew contracting beneath her ministrations, and over the smooth plain above his hard-on. It made her breathless. Even here, he smelled of cologne, and she thought about giving him flack for coming as prepared as she had, but she was too intoxicated by him.

Her fingers closed around his base and he groaned. Ellie pumped experimentally along his length until she reached the head and glossed her thumb over the slit. This time he let out a gasp and she glanced up. Hoseok watched her with hooded eyes and an aura dark with ill intentions.

“Put it in your mouth,” he said.

A shiver coursed through her.

Ellie’s lips parted and she placed the head of his cock on the tip of her tongue before it disappeared down her throat. As she lavished her tongue along every inch of him, he grunted appreciatively above her. His hand rested on the back of her head, not guiding her but also ensuring she couldn’t leave him until he was finished with her. She relished his gentle huffs as her hand worked him in time with her mouth.

“Let me hear how much you like it,” he said as he brushed away her hair for a better view of her ruby lips swallowing his shaft.

Obscene smacks echoed off the walls as she hummed around him greedily. His cock dripped with her spit as she left no ridge unexplored. He was turning her feral, and Hoseok was fucking loving it. Nothing was sexier than glancing up his immaculate body to find his throat exposed as he groaned in indulgent ecstasy. Ellie would do anything to please him.

Her nose pressed against his smooth pelvis as she took him all the way, fingers gripping his delicious ass as his dick grazed the back of her throat, and suddenly, he grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked her off.

“Not fair!” he snapped. “I’m going to blow if you keep pulling stunts like that.”

Ellie shrugged. “Then try not to look so yummy.”

“On the bed,” he demanded.

Anticipation quaked through her legs, and she could feel a new rush of heat dampen her naked thighs. She climbed on and scooted back, but before she could move to the pillows, Hoseok grabbed her waist and yanked her to the edge. She yelped at his swiftness before she dissolved into giggles, but he wasn’t laughing. His eyes were focused on her thighs, and he licked his lower lip.

“I need to taste you.”

“At least let me take this off.”

“No,” he interjected, stilling her hand on her dress hem. “I like you like this. I feel like I’m stealing something from everyone else. And you’ll look so gorgeous wrecked beneath me.”

Hoseok pressed her knees wide and drew his hands up her thighs to the rivers of shimmering satin bunched there. His thumbs rubbed circles in the soft caramel there as he savored her quickening breaths. He ventured a kiss at her knee first, and then the next a little higher until at last he reached the hem of her dress. This time he licked a swipe up along her thigh and unleashed a cool breath along the wet trail that made her legs tremble.

“I love the way your body responds to me,” he said in a hush. “I knew from the moment you touched me at the shop.”

“Knew what?”

Ellie propped herself up on her elbows to catch those black eyes waiting for her. His hot breath funneled under the fabric of her dress and over her longing core.

“You need me as much as I need you.”

His words hung on the chill in the bedroom and made her shiver for a whole new reason. But Hoseok returned his attention to his prize still netted in shadows.

“Oh, beautiful,” he said with a soft tsk. He ran a finger on the inside of her thigh, just grazing her heat, and Ellie jolted. “See what I mean? You've made such a mess.”

She was honestly embarrassed about how much she was dripping for him, but Hoseok didn’t seem to mind as he slipped the finger into his mouth and sucked it clean. This time, when his hands returned, they shoved her dress above her hips, exposing her to him, and he bit his lip.

“You shave, too.”

Ellie nodded submissively, and that was all the invitation he needed. He tugged her hips closer to his mouth before he licked a torturous swipe up her heat. She fisted the covers as she arched against the intense pleasure that ripped through her. He savored her like that for a long time, not opening her yet but teasing and stroking with his tongue until she was mad with need. From time to time, he’d hum in between her curses and begging, but Hoseok was clearly in no rush.

He’d loved tormenting her since the moment he’d met her, but Ellie couldn’t take it anymore. She craved relief so desperately that she hooked a leg over his shoulder and shoved him against her.

He laughed, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her core, and said, “Next time, don’t make such a mess that I have to clean up.”

“Next—”

He shut her up with a finger plunging into her pussy, and Ellie’s head thunked back onto the bed as her hips canted up to take him deeper.

“Oh my god!”

“Take it, baby,” he hissed, pumping deeper. “Use me.”

Ellie ground her hips against his hand as her body begged for release. And all the while he watched, entranced by her carnal hunger.

“More, Hoseok. Give me more!”

He growled at the curl of his name rolled in rapture on her tongue, and with his other hand, he spread her wide at last. His mouth sucked firmly on her clit, which sent another string of curses tumbling through the air. He twirled his tongue around her tensing desire before he flicked it mercilessly. There were no words, no sounds, only blackness as her eyes squeezed shut against the onslaught. Still, he knew she craved even more friction, and he brought his thumb up to play with her at relentless speed.

Her hips lifted and her walls beckoned his fingers deeper, and right as her thighs began to shake, Hoseok pulled back, eyes glued on her glistening pussy as it throbbed for him.

“Son of a bitch,” she wailed as she looked down at him with desperate eyes. “Why—”

“You’re not coming anywhere but on my cock, Ellie,” he said as he stroked himself to the flawless image of this magnificent woman splayed out for him on his sheets, dress hiked up, dripping cunt out. He squeezed himself at the base of his dick to hold back his eagerness. “I need to feel how much you need me. You need me, right, baby?”

“I need you,” she echoed.

“You want me?”

“More than anything. Since the moment I saw you.”

“Yeah?”

His hand pumped harder on his cock as though he could come just listening to her confess how much she desired him, and Ellie bit her lip as she watched his forearms flex and his thighs twitch.

“You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen,” she added, and she was rewarded with his little grunt of appreciation. “I’ve never wanted anyone else like I want you, Hoseok. Every time I see your name at work, I pray I have you just so I can have an excuse to touch you.”

His hand moved faster as he stared at her heat, and Ellie reached her hand down to spread herself open for him. He groaned and licked his lips.

“I think of you when I play with myself,” she said, “but it’s not good enough. I need to come on that thick cock of yours. Will you give it to me, Hoseok?”

“I’ll give you everything, beautiful,” he promised.

He reached for his side table, but Ellie grabbed his arm and whispered, “It’s okay, if you’re okay with it.”

His eyes widened as though the thought had never crossed his mind. “Are you serious?”

“I’m always safe, but… I don’t know, it just feels… different with you.”

Ellie looked up at Hoseok, his once flawless blonde hair unraveling above her in sweaty strings, his eyes black with lust, his broad chest heaving with the mere thought. It was just supposed to be a passionate one-night stand, but it was true what she had said—she wanted more of him than she had any other man. A possessive thrill rippled through her at the thought of him filling her up in the most primal way. The way he was meant to be.

She shouldn’t open herself up this way to someone she would only know for one night, and yet that was why she needed all of him. If this were her only chance to be with Lee Hoseok, she wanted him as he was, and she wanted all he could give her.

“I’ve never been raw inside a woman before,” he admitted breathlessly.

“I want to feel you, Hoseok. I want you.”

He nodded numbly and turned his attention back to her aching core. He urged her hips to the edge of the bed again and ran his thumb back over her clit just to watch her jerk at his touch. He brought the head of his cock to her lower lips, running it up and down to coat it in her warm honey.

They gasped in unison. This was illicit and dangerous and intense. Every nerve was attuned to this moment.

She waited, her eyes begging along with her eager panting.

Hoseok slipped the head of his dick inside her, and Ellie wound the sheet around her hands to anchor herself. It was pure, unadulterated bliss.

“You’re so hot,” he murmured. “So hot.”

He pushed in deeper, and she clenched automatically around him.

As he watched his pink cock sink deeper into her tawny heat, his mouth fell open. “Fuck, baby, and so tight and soft. You’re swallowing me whole. Such a good girl taking me raw like this. I’m so lucky.”

“Hoseok,” she breathed.

“So wet and hot and tight.”

He was lost in her, and Ellie felt a surge of pride. She had something no one else had had—she had the real Hoseok, and he was amazing. She could feel every ridge of his hardness, every inch of his all-consuming lust for her. It was all hers, and she was so greedy.

Her walls fluttered around him as she devoured him to his hilt, and it woke him from his reverie. At last, he pulled back out and sank back in again, long, slow strokes that let them both experience the other from the inside out.

“I could fuck you forever,” he crooned as he rubbed her clit again with his thumb. “I love the way your body shakes for me, and I get to feel it all.”

“Only you, Hoseok,” Ellie managed between his emphatic strokes.

He tipped forward and crushed his mouth to hers in a sloppy kiss, gathering her hair in one hand and a satin-covered breast in the other. He picked up speed between her legs that had her moaning into him.

Suddenly, he pulled up, more determined than ever, and pressed her legs back so her hips angled up for him. A whimper left Ellie’s lips as his next stroke filled her deeper than she’d ever felt. She gasped hard as Hoseok fucked the air right out of her lungs.

Again and again and again.

She couldn’t speak. She was reduced to mewls and whimpers and moans as her core tightened with every thrust of his thick cock.

“I can feel you,” he murmured again. “You ready to come for me, baby? You ready to surrender to me?”

“So close,” she stuttered.

His thumb redoubled its assault on her clit until she could feel every muscle in her body tensing for her inevitable release. He knew just how to rub her to ignite every fire of her being.

“Give it to me, baby. Need to feel it. Come for me, my sexy girl.”

It was all too much—his words, his fingers, his cock. Ellie unraveled. Her hips trembled up as her walls squeezed ruthlessly around him, drawing him in as deep as he could go. Her thighs quaked and her eyes winched tight as she strangled out a pathetic gasp.

She had never felt so spent. Every last ounce of energy had gone into her orgasm. Now she was just a vessel heaving ragged breaths below this real-life Adonis.

Above her, Hoseok was losing it. The strength of her release had taken him by surprise, and now trapped inside her quivering heat, his length swelled and throbbed. Ellie had just enough energy to grab his neck and draw him flat against her body.

He was sweaty and hard and desperate for his own high. He felt so fucking good, and she felt immeasurably powerful controlling someone so strong.

“Where do you want my come?” he managed between grunts as he started to pull out, but Ellie hooked a leg behind his ass and pushed him back in.

“Inside me, baby,” she whispered into his ear. “Fill me up.”

He mewled against her neck, feathering a grateful kiss there. His enormous arms hugged her waist as he buried himself within her, and a new warmth spread through her as she welcomed his seed into her walls.

Ellie wrapped her arms and legs around him and held him as he rode out his release on a waterfall of whimpers and grunts. She raked her fingers through his silken hair and tried to process the knowledge that she had just fucked someone as perfect as Lee Hoseok.

And here he was, tight in her arms, panting and nuzzling against her skin as he planted lazy kisses along her shoulder.

“I—” he started but cut himself off with another trace of his nose along her collar bone.

“Shh,” she said and stroked his head again. “Just stay for another minute.”

A tremor rippled through her that had nothing to do with the aftershocks of ecstasy. The second he pulled out, this dream would end, and Ellie wasn’t ready to give it up. As unbelievable as the sex had been, nothing felt quite so good as Hoseok emptied and at her mercy, crushing her under him with his iron frame.

They stayed like that as long as they could before his cock softened and he had no choice but to slip away from her and roll over onto the bed. The loss of his warmth was excruciating, and the chill in the bedroom intensified.

Ellie tugged her dress down to combat the ice settling into her veins, but it was no use. Instead, she cleared her throat and headed for the bathroom. She was back a few minutes later, her long hair swept over her shoulder and her eyes cast to the floor.

Hoseok was stretched out shamelessly naked across his bed, every single muscle taut and gleaming in the twinkling lights of Seoul. He studied her with a strange smile on his face, something between admiring and appreciative.

“Is it okay if I stay?” Ellie asked as she worked a knot from her hair.

Hoseok’s eyes widened as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to the bed. He spent a moment studying her slender fingers as he traced them with his thumb. Silence hung for a full minute, and her shoulders sagged at his inevitable answer. She should have expected it. It was just sex after all. It was what she had wanted, right?

She started toward the door, but his grip tightened.

“Please don’t leave.”

His voice was tender, turned up at the end like a question. Ellie melted into it.

Still, she slipped out of his grip, and he sat up with the smallest of gasps, but she didn’t head out the door. Instead, she circled the bed and climbed under the covers. The musk of sex still pervaded the air, but under it was the essence of Hoseok, electrifying and soothing all at once. She laid down, taking in the goofy grin that softened all his features.

He said nothing as he watched her curl into his bed, and her body relaxed for the first time all day. Relief and exhaustion washed over her in a wave that had her eyelids already fluttering shut.

“Listen,” he said gently, brushing a lock of hair from her face, “I know I said one night, and that’s all I can give you now, but what if this wasn’t just tonight?”

Ellie wheedled further into her pillow dreamily, barely hearing him. “Hm?”

“What if I wanted another night when I come back?”

“Sure,” she mumbled through her profound fatigue.

“Ellie.”

Her eyes rushed back open and she found Hoseok wide-awake and dead serious. His words surged through the twilight fog of sleep as she finally realized what he was saying.

“Don’t forget me,” he begged. “Please.”

He was so pretty lying on the pillow beside her, so earnest with his big eyes and parted lips. She wasn’t sure why—maybe it was exhaustion or hormones—but a tear slipped down her cheek.

His thumb reached out to wipe it away, and he scooted closer to hold her tighter. “I’m sorry. Did I ask too much? That wasn’t what you signed up for, but I got carried away.”

Ellie shook her head, drawing herself further into the cradle of his hand. “No, no. Yeah, I’d like that. A lot.”

He smiled, all teeth and crescent eyes. So handsome.

“Hoseok?”

“Hm?”

“I could never forget you.”

He pressed his lips to hers in a sleepy kiss as they succumbed to the end of the first of many nights.

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mingiswow · 5 years

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Boyfriend!Wonho

Soft line 2/3

You guys met while he and the boys were filming in an amusement park

And he sat alone on one of the rides

And you sat by his side

Poor boy was a shaking

And you offered if he wanted to hold your hand

He blushed hard at your offer

When I say blushed hard I mean getting all red and stuttering

But he held your hand anyway

And you squeezed it

Giving a reassuring smile

While waiting for the ride to start you started talking and getting to know each other so he could be distracted and forget about the fear

The boys were all quiet listening to your conversation and holding laughs of the stuttering mess he was

Your hand was even warmer than your smile and he felt so comfortable with you

After the ride, you left waving goodbye

He was so astonished by you that he forgot to ask for your number

When you were leaving the place your friend insisted on going to one last ride

But you reclined and said you were going to wait for her on one of the benches

You were so distracted in your phone that you didn’t notice someone sitting by your side

Only when they cleared their throat you realized their presence

“I-I was wondering if… if I could… you know… have you number so we can t-talk”

Red cheeks and bunny smile

You couldn’t say no to him

He called in the same night to thank you and offered a date so he could repay your kindness

Also, he just wanted to go on a date with you

The rest is story

I got carried away, let’s get back to how he is as a boyfriend

He can’t live without you

You are his everything

He loves having you around everywhere he goes

Practice? You’re there. Recording? There too. Performance at some TV Show? also.

You are his lucky charm

“Can I have a good luck kiss?”

Puppy eyes for anything

He is not ashamed of PDA

He is actually so comfortable with you that he forgets there are other people

Hand holding, hugs, kisses on the cheek, forehead, lips, you name it

When you guys are alone sometimes even with the boys around he’ll have a hand underneath your shirt or shorts/skirt just because he loves your soft skin

And boy praises your legs

Your legs are his favorite part of your body

He needs to have at least one part of his body touching it

Lap

He loves putting you on his lap and holding you tight

It doesn’t matter the place, if you can be on his lap, you’ll be on his lap

It kinda annoys the boys tho

In the beginning, they were a little skeptical because they needed to make sure Wonho finds the perfect girl to him because he is a softie and can have his heart broken easily

We all know that he looks tough but actually is a bunny

It took very little for the boys to soften with you but they made sure you were perfect for their fake maknae

You guys are very similar so you tend to be very emotional with each other

You barely argue but if it happens, is always intense

You hold your bad feelings too much and explode after a while

You guys don’t scream or anything, you just are very emotional and cry your heart out

But 99% of the times you make up at the same day because as you guys vent out you get calmer and apologize

End up cuddling in bed with cheeks and eyes puffy of crying while whispering loving words to each other

Talking about cuddles…

I feel like he and Minhyuk are the best cuddlers

he loves having you on his lap, so it’s natural that he loves to have you on his arms as well

You take turns of who will have the head of who in the crock of your necks

But someone always has the head comfortably positioned on the place

Usually is him that lays on yours because he loves your smell

Also, he loves when you hold his body tight to yours

He feels so loved

Especially if you play with his hair

I feel like Wonho kisses are the best

His lips are so plump and look so soft

So his kisses are slow and passionate

His hands are either holding your face or wrapped around your waist pulling your body close to him

If possible, legs intertwined or on top of his

His kisses are intoxicating and always leave you breathless

Kisses lead to other things

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Lord save me from my own thoughts

Wonho in bed

He does everywhere not only in bed

tbh the boys have walked on you too much for their own goodness

Does Wonho care? Not even a bit

Except if the boys tease him saying something about you then he’ll get pissed

Anyway

Soft dom

Always on charge

He wants to make sure you have as much pleasure as him

And pleasure is always 50/50

He gives to you and you give back to him

Praise him and you’ll have him melting under you

Eye contact

His favorite positions are the ones where you guys can fuck while looking at each other eyes

Your moans are his kink

Boi can come only hearing you moan to him

Loves watching you touch yourself for him

Sweet pet names

Princess, baby, jagi, you name it

Tight riding

Because boy have tight for days and you honestly love feeling him tense his muscles, increasing the friction

Will sometimes bring vibrators to bed so he can double stimulate you

Sex with Wonho is always fun

And loud

Overall: I’m too biased for this lil shit and I know he’ll be the perfect boyfriend because he’s cute, sweet, caring and has the most adorable baby laugh in this universe

Please protect this baby bunny

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yoobangdaengi · 4 years

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[ENG TRANS] Monsta X @Star1 Magazine November 2019 Issue Interview - FOLLOW, MONSTA X!

Monsta X met their overseas fans in 20 cities all over the world and wrapped up their third world tour successfully. The group finished the tour after five months and start to do their Korean promotion in full-scale. Monsta X is settling down as global idol through their big international fandom and their collaboration with famous international artists, such as wi..i.am, French Montana, and Steve Aoki. The expectation towards their constant growth and leap is increasing, as a group who broaden their stage to worldwide from Korea. Monsta X, who will start Korean promotion this winter after eight months, will show their improvement through their new mini album “FOLLOW : FIND YOU”.

How does it feel doing a photoshoot together with all members?

Minhyuk: We think it’s more fun and joyful because it’s been a long time since we shot a beauty pictorial together like this, beside jacket album photoshoot.

As beauty models, it looks like you prepared a lot so that the picture for the beauty pictorial comes out well.

Minhyuk: Because we are beauty models, we did many experiments so that our beauty pictorial will come out well. Basically, we pay attention to our skincare routine and looking at the other pictorials as reference for the sake of looking good visually. If we go to the studio for the photoshoot after learning for a bit, we’re able to show the pose more naturally in the studio.

You guys are active as beauty models, is there any Monsta X’s only secret method to take care of your skin at the change of season?

Minhyuk: The very first thing that happens in change of seasons is everyone’s skins become rough and dry. So we pay attention to the basics a lot. Especially, we apply moisturizer cream very carefully. Sometimes before sleep or when we wake up in the morning, we put on peel-off mask while moisturizing our skin. We spray mist occasionally while working to keep our skin moisturized.

I.M: I’m the type of person who drinks a lot of water. It’s a fact that if you drink enough water, your skin would feel less dry. Also, even on days when we don’t have any schedule and our face is free from makeup, I always apply sunscreen. Even though the recent weather is cool, the sunlight is still hot so we need sunscreen.

You’re going to have a comeback soon. You might feel nervous since it’s your Korean comeback after a long time, are you fully prepared for it?

Hyungwon: We anticipate it a lot since we will release a new album after 8 months. So we prepared a lot to show people our good side. It’d be nice if you are looking forward to our comeback. Wonho, Jooheon, and I.M’s self-composed songs are included in this album. Wonho’s self-composed song, “MIRROR”, is the song that he and Shownu performed on the recent world tour stage as a unit. I think fans would anticipate this song so much since this time we prepare it as the song that’s being sung by seven people. Shownu participated in writing the lyrics so it adds more meaning to the song. Also, people will be able to enjoy the album more if they focus to learn the genre of “SEE YOU AGAIN”, Jooheon’s self-composed song, who previously showed various genre of music, and the charms from I.M’s self-composed song, “U R”, after the release of “MOHAE” that he composed in last year album.

Shownu: Especially the title song “FOLLOW”, you can feel other different charms from Monsta X’s music up until now. The existing powerful vibe of Monsta X meets with a special sound and becomes a song with such a unique color. Besides, it’s certain that if you watch the stage together, you might enjoy Monsta X-like-style with your heart content. We finished our world tour and prepared the album so I felt the development of all the members.

You guys just wrapped up your world tour and prepared the album and it seems like we can feel the members’ development.

I.M: I think it’s true that various experiences allow for broad growth. While doing multiple overseas activities including world tour, I get to feel and learn many things. As we meet Monbebes from many countries, I get the feeling that there are so many people who love us. As much as my gratefulness for them, they make me determined to work hard to show them the good side of me in the future. Of course there are many people whom we haven’t met yet, we have to work hard so we can visit more countries, that goal becomes the stepping stone for our growth. Those reasons helped me a lot to think positively when we make a new album. Working together with international artists for our album influenced me a lot as well. The artists who receive so much love from all over the world like Steve Aoki, French Montana, and will.i.am, pouring great amounts of efforts and passions towards their own music. While watching them closely beside them, I think I know the direction Monsta X will take to move forward in the future. Even though I gained the lesson of musical skills, it went beyond that and made my thoughts about music get stronger.

You’re receiving so much love from overseas. What is the secret of your global popularity?

Jooheon: Actually since there are so many seniors who receive so much love from all over the world, it’s a big exaggeration to talk about the secret of our global popularity. But I think the reason why global audiences show their interest in us is maybe because Monsta X’s music concept or visual. Monsta X is the group with the explosive energy on stage, that’s our attractive point. Our music colour is strong and the performance is powerful so when the fans see us, they’d think, ‘it’s so cool, the stage is full of fun’. Also in visual aspect, because we have solid and sexy vibe, that might be the reason why people love Monsta X.

What is Monsta X’s only method to overcome fatigue, since you guys frequently do world tours?

Wonho: When we are overseas, if the condition is okay, we go to good local restaurants and eat delicious food. It is one of our methods to relieve fatigue. Even though we can’t visit multiple places due to limited time, at least we go to one famous local restaurant and eat popular food. When we do that, it feels like we came for a trip and we feel happy. Also for me and Shownu’s case, we overcome our fatigue by going to the gym and working out. But the most joyful method to heal the fatigue for us is communicating with Monbebe through live broadcast. Even when we’re overseas, we meet our fans by turning on the live broadcast at least 3-4 times a week. When talking with fans, even though I felt a bit tired or exhausted, those feelings disappeared, it’s so fun.

Are there any charms from each member that you want to take away from?

Kihyun→Wonho: When people think about Wonho hyung, mostly start to think about his muscular and sturdy body and also his work out hobby. But I hope people know that there are so many talents in him. You might already know if you listen to b-side tracks in Monsta X’s albums, there are many easy listening self-composed songs that Wonho hyung produced. The charm I want to take away from him is his skill of producing songs that are full of emotions.

Wonho→ Kihyun: Kihyun has outstanding vocal and musical skill, but even without those skills, there are so many things that he is good at. For example, since his body balance is so great, when he does sport, he always wins. So even if he doesn’t sing and does things toward sports or physical education, he’ll be great.

Minhyuk→I.M: In front of the hyungs, I.M has energetic and cute appeals, yet on normal days, like when he works on his music or in daily life, he shows sensitive and genuine charms. I think I.M makes people feel at ease since he shows a calm and honest vibe. So I really like his naively honest side that everyone wants to be with.

I.M→Minhyuk: I like Minhyuk hyung’s ability to judge and understand something in a flash. When some problems occur, he grasps the situation quickly and he makes good decisions since he understands the situation. We trust and follow those decisions as well. Also, he makes people around him feel delighted because of his cheerful and very bright personality.

Shownu→Hyungwon: Hyungwon is very honest and has deep thoughts. So when we tell him about our worries, he listens well since he focuses on our story, and he gives suitable and wise answers for our worries. We lean on him a lot whenever we worry about something. He’s a friend who has unexpected charms since he is very bold and generous.

Hyungwon→Jooheon: Jooheon has a personality that makes people around him happy. Because he is always smiling brightly and full of explosive great energy, he draws in a lively atmosphere whenever he goes. Also since he has good social skills, he approaches everyone in a friendly way and embraces those people well.

Jooheon→Shownu: Usually Shownu hyung is a trustworthy and honest person, but he’s also a witty and fun hyung. He has various charms, of course. Because he has warm nature, I think he makes people feel comfortable around him. That’s why it’s so nice being next to him.

As a group of seven people with various personalities and charms, is there any hidden hobby you want to recommend to one another?

Kihyun→ Wonho: Hobby I want to recommend to Wonho hyung is rock climbing! His physical strength is already good by nature and since he likes physical strength, I think it'll be good for him. Also I want to go to a ski resort together with all members. It’ll be so fun if all of us gather together and ski.

Wonho→ Kihyun: I want to recommend surfing to Kihyun. Because both of us like active sports, I think it will be so great to go to the beach together, surf and eat delicious food.

Minhyuk→ I.M: I.M is good at speaking by nature and his English is great, too, so he has many cases of becoming our representative when we do overseas activity. Based on that, I think speech academy would be fun for him and it matches him well.

I.M→ Minhyuk: I want to recommend swimming to Minhyuk hyung. First, it’s counted as sport, and it’s a hobby that you can do constantly without minding the weather so even when we do our overseas schedule, he can keep doing it, that’s why I recommend swimming.

Shownu→ Hyungwon: I want to recommend jazz dance to Hyungwon. It might look awkward at first, but since he’s tall and has a good proportion, I think he’d look cool if he did jazz dance.

Hyungwon→ Jooheon: Because in daily life I like playing games and enjoying it so much, I think about how I do it together with Jooheon. It will be a nice hobby if we play it while relieving our stress and eating good food.

Jooheon→ Shownu: I want to go to an exhibition with Shownu hyung. Recently there are so many exhibitions, I think it’ll be fun if I silently go there with Shownu hyung, view various artworks and share related stories about them together!

The hardest point in a busy schedule like yours is to synchronize different opinions from the members. How do you guys solve the disagreement or to reach an agreement over a conflict?

Kihyun: At first, of course there are many conflicting opinions since we’re close in age and we always together in most of the schedules. At that time, we told and held conversation with each other openly, we shared about our struggles. I think because the members are not the type of person who scare of telling their honest feeling, it was easy to chat with them. Actually, from my opinion, in reality the only way to solve it is to meet and have conversations with the related person face-to-face. Come to think of it, now we harmonize our opinions naturally even when our opinions clash, based on the times we spent together. We knew about each other very well, so when one member has an opinion, we can sense roughly what the other members think of it. Now we’re very comfortable with each other.

One of Monsta X’s distinct charms is ‘masculine beauty’. You guys have sturdy body from working out so we can’t take out the masculine charm out of Monsta X, but what makes Monsta X more masculine?

Jooheon: Actually, Monsta X is closer to ‘intense wild beauty’ than masculine beauty’. I think the sexy and charismatic side of Monsta X stands out in our music and visual, also highlighting that appeal. On the stage of our recent songs like ‘Shoot Out’ and ‘Alligator’, the members perform while paying attention to everything such as the gaze or choreography details. Those parts create an intense and wild vibe.

Shownu: We have many charms aside those mentioned. People might know by watching our special stage or concert that we can perform a groovy and dreamy vibe or sweet and soft image. So I hope people will remember Monsta X as the group who can absorb various concepts.

We want to hear your plan for future activity or for the rest of the year

Wonho: I hope we can promote the soon-to-be-released “FOLLOW : FIND YOU” album successfully. Also after this, we will cooperate for the “Jingle Ball Tour” in the US in December for two consecutive years. So I wish we work hard together with the fans with great stage and nobody gets hurt in “Jingle Ball” concert until year-end stages.

What is your goal for future activity?

All: We hope we can wrapped up this year well and pay back our fans who wait long with great promotion because it’s been a long time since we comeback with new album in Korea. In 2020, we want to show our cool, more various, and unexpected side of us, including overseas activity. Last year, when we talked about our goals for 2019, none of the members were able to imagine all the great things we achieved this year. We only talked about doing our best and working hard. But since many things came true, we’re praying those aspirations that are beyond our expectation and mind will come true in 2020 as well.

What is the thing you want to say to local and international Monbebes who always support you?

All: We think all of Monsta X’s happiness is made by Monbebe. We hope we can be together with Monbebe for a long time while leaning on Monbebe, sometimes as friends, family, or loved one like now, no matter where you are and what kind of person you are. We always feel thankful and love you always.

Korean to English translated by: Tim (@yookiihyun)

#monsta x #shownu #wonho #minhyuk #kihyun #hyungwon #jooheon #joohoney #i.m #changkyun #@star1 #magazine interview #translated by tim

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btswishes · 5 years

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Monsta x (Chang Kyun-I.M)

One Shot

A/N: This one was...random. :) Hope yall like it tho and sorry for any mistakes made

Word count: 3,456

Warnings: angst-ish, fluff

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You and Chang Kyun were dating for 3 years now and everything was going great. Having fights was normal for couples and usually it wasn’t anything serious ,so you forgot about it. Sitting on Minhyuk’s bed, you were looking at him and Wonho. The boys were eating ramen and you were having your normal bestie talk, about your bf. A few weeks ago he was invited to do a collaboration with this female solo singer named Yuna.

Everything was totally normal, but you noticed that he had started talking on the phone late at night and panic when you would look in the direction of his phone. You trusted your boyfriend , but it was starting to worry you. It was 11pm and Wonho as the drama loving bitch he is, wanted to gossip with you

“ He just, acts so strange. I tried to ask him a few times but he runs from the topic like a demon from incense.” you sighed, running your hand through your hair uneasy

“So you think he is cheating on you with that Yuna chick?” Wonho slurped the noodles in his mouth

“Wonho!” you threw a pillow at him, but the boy dodged it like it was nothing

“Ok, let’s forget the cheating part.”Minhyuk picked his pillow from the ground and rested his elbows on it, looking at you “What has he been doing?”

“Well, he doesn’t let me see his phone. He goes out saying he is with you guys all the time, even tho you told me he wasn’t with.” you lifted your hand, counting on each finger “ He has been too busy lately, ignoring me.”

“Has he gotten laid lately?” Wonho pointed his chopsticks at you

“Wonho!” Minhyuk caught the second pillow right in time

“Stop throwing my stuff!” the boy yelled out

“I am asking, because he looks like a pretty horny dude.....and you know.”

“Are you trying to hint that just because we haven’t done it in awhile Chang Kyun is getting it from somewhere else?!” you gasped at his idea

“Well I am obviously not hinting it.” Wonho laughed out when his fellow friend hit him on the head

“What do you think Minhyuk, since you obviously have a brain unlike someone else!” you threw Wonho a pissed off look

“I don’t want to agree with him and I am not, but I think we should just....maybe follow them.” there was a moment of silence before Wonho’s bowl made a loud sound, hitting the table

“It’s decided then.Where is he right now anyways ?”

“Guys, I made dinner.”Kihyun’s head popped in the room, interrupting the talk. Almost like a mom he lovingly called you over. When it came to his cooking, everyone was fighting to the kitchen. It was a eat or be eaten situation since Wonho and Shownu always ended up devouring everything.

You were having fun with the boys and forgot all about that thing that had been troubling you for weeks now. It was the 7 of you, when the front door opened up and you heard foot steps. Thinking of Chang Kyun, you got up and ran towards the house entrance.

“Bab-e...” your voice hitched in your throat when you saw him holding tightly onto a woman. You couldn’t move.

“I am so sorry for bringing him home so late.” Yuna laughed out cutely as she helped him sit on the couch “ We finished work early today and we went to a bar.” her eyes pierced you together with her words “ You don’t mind, right?”

“Yeah...” laughing uneasily, the room slowly filled up with people

“You guys should have seen us, he was holding onto me so tight I couldn’t walk.” her voice was sharp and painful

“Y/N...” Hyungwon placed his hand onto your shoulder, but you threw him back a smile

“It’s ok.”you whispered. You wanted to help Chang Kyun up from the couch but he was too drunk to react and still holding onto Yuna.

“Oh dear this is so embarrassing. If you don’t mind I will bring him to his room.” right in front of your eyes she picked him up. Her hair flicking a strong sweet perfume in your face. It didn’t take long for them to pass you. The stinging pain in your heart was balling tears on your eyes. Your lips were trembling, head not being able to look up.

“Y/N?” Minhyuk walked up to you. You couldn’t take it anymore, being strong wasn’t worth all the damage, so you threw yourself in his arms. Crashing, you started crying loud. In a matter of seconds the boys gathered around you in a panic. They knew you as a strong and independent person so this was new. After what felt like an eternity you ended up falling asleep onto Wonho as he was running his hand through your hair. You were like a little sister to him and he absolutely hated seeing you like this.

Not being able to bare all of this as well, Minhyuk was about to go up the stair when Shownu grabbed his arm.

“What are you going to do?” he asked sternly

“I will go give him a piece of my mind.” Minhyuk hissed back

“He is dead drunk right now. I don’t like this at all too, but you are wasting your breath like this!” the oldest was right

“Hyung, he his drunk and alone with-”

“Umm sorry, am I interrupting something ?” the soft female voice pulled everyone’s attention towards the stairs “I just wanted to say that Chang Kyun went to bed and all.” the boys noticed her messed up hair and clothes. Yuna didn’t get an answered, but when she was passing by Wonho grabbed her hand. His eyes were filled with anger.

“I don’t know what you are trying to do, but stop before it gets out of hand.” he growled at her, when her eyes fell onto your sleeping figure on him.

“I don’t think you understand this situation.” she pulled her hand out of the boy’s grasp aggressively “ You people are just a part of my game. I am not here for any of you boys so sit down and be good puppies.” she flashed them a smile “Ok?”

“You!”Minhyuk walked up to her

“What are you going to do? Hit me? Try it and you take your band’s future with the punch.” Yuna was right, he knew it, everyone knew it. So many things were happening while you were resting comfortably

“How far did you go with him?” Hyungwon asked

“That is none of your business.”with a swift move she fixed her dress and walked out of the house. After which a silence followed, before Shownu’s voice cut through it like a sharp knife.

“Chang Kyun made his choice, what matters now is to make sure Y/N is not hurt.”

“Hyung...” no one could believe how deep his voice reached, his eyes burning with a strong flame

“Wonho, Minhyuk take her to your room for tonight.” The boys picked you and stopped next to their elder “ She is such a sweet girl, gave so much for him.” he ran his hand through your hair “I would die before I let him hurt her by cheating.”

The morning sun stinged at your puffy eyes. Stretching your body you found a little note next to you.

Come down ;)

The handwriting was obviously Kihyun’s and it pulled a giggle out of your lips. Taking the paper in your hand, you jumped off the bed and waddled innocently down the stairs. It was quiet so you tip-toed into the kitchen.

“BOO!”Jooheon popped in front of you from under the table “AH!” before hitting his head onto the wood

“Oh God!”you ran up to him “Are you ok!?”

“Damn it! You had to go and hit your head!” Hyungwon cussed out, but none the less you were laughing and that was way better than last night. Shownu pulled the chair for you and flashed you a smile as you sat down. In front of you was a big pile of pancakes and all kinds of toppings around the table. Like little diamonds you eyes glistened with happiness.

“These are so good!”your palm cupped your cheek when the soft texture hit you

“I will go grab some more syrup from the stock we have. Wait.” Jooheon stood up stepped out of the room.He was in a good mood since you seemed to be enjoying yourself a lot. On his way back with the sweet in his hand he noticed the missing member.

“Morning.” the boy waved rubbing his neck. “I smell something nice.” as he was stepping closer to the kitchen, Jooheon grabbed him by the arm “Yo, wasup?”

“Go put yourself in a presentable form!” he hissed, pulling the half-awake boy close to his face “ I don’t want to see you in this house right now.” pushing him away Chang Kyun was shaken up from the whole situation

“The fuck is wrong with you?”he asked

“Hide those things. You fucking disgust me.” Jooheon grabbed Hyungwon’s mirror from the couch and threw it at Chang Kyun

Grabbing it mid air ,the boy took a look and his eyes widened “Wow, Y/N went crazy last night.” a chuckle escaped his lips

“Don’t even speak of her name with that dirty mouth!” Jooheon was on the verge of throwing the syrup at his band member “Y/N never even stepped in your room last night. You were out drinking with Yuna.” with out another word the boy closed the door of the kitchen behind his back, his pissed off look changing into a bright smile when he saw you.

“I think I heard Chang Kyun, did he wake up?” your puppy dog eyes looked at the boys

“Um, he went to the studio.” Jooheon mumbled

“Oh, I guess he has a lot of work today too.” you were a bit bummed out, but Minhyuk started roasting the way Hyungwon was dressed and almost in seconds you bursted out laughing. Your bestie was either super sweet or a total savage and you loved both his sides sooo much.

After breakfast you played some games and watched 2 movies.Without knowing it lunch had creeped on everyone. Sitting on the couch you couldn’t stop thinking about your boyfriend, that maybe you were wrong and that it could all be a misunderstanding. Looking at your phone, you had the sweet idea to bring him some lunch. While everyone was busy you slid out of the house and grabbed some chicken.

With pure and loving intentions, you were skipping in the direction of Chang Kyun’s studio. It wasn’t super far probably a 10 min walk from the dorm. You were looking at stores, checking yourself out in the windows. It didn’t take long before you laid your eyes on the familiar door. Thinking that his headphones would muffle your knocking, you let yourself in. With a smile on your face you grabbed the handle and pushed down, almost effortlessly it opened and you pocked your head in.

“Baby, I brought you lunch.”

“Y/N!”you heard him almost yell out as the door opened wide and hit the wall on the other side. Together with his voice, he saw the bag slipping through your fingers and hitting the carpet almost immediately “Listen to me!”

Your boyfriend, Chang Kyun was on top of Yuna, arms on each of her sides. The girl didn’t make a sound, she was just staring at you innocently, her hands obviously pushing him away. Was he...was he throwing himself at her? Was it really not her fault.... You didn’t stay long for an answer and dashed out of the place in a matter of seconds. The tears rushed down your face as you were sniffling and rubbing your nose with your sleeve. Your legs carried you through the public ,without anyone noticing the situation you were in. Kicking the door to the dorm open ,you tried to run passed the boys, but Shownu and Wonho stood like a soft wall in front of you. Each of them extended their arms and you crushed into them.

“Y/N!” you couldn’t breath at all when your name danced in your ear coming from a familiar voice “Please! I know how it looks like but listen to me!”Chang Kyun begged from behind you. The boys all noticed the red and violet spots on his neck, the messed up hair and unbuttoned shirt.

“I trusted you! And you went and did things with her!” your voice trembled as you pointed at the woman running right behind your almost ex at this point

“Y/N...” he tried to walk up to you, but Hyungwon placed his hand on the boy’s chest as Kihyun grabbed his shoulder

“Stop it Chang Kyun, it’s worse enough already.” Jooheon mumbled not even being able to look at the boy

“But it’s not what you think!”he yelled out

“Listen to him Y/N!” the atmosphere became thick when Yuna’s voice echoed “I didn’t try to do anything to him! He...he jumped on me!” she looked like she was trembling and the thing you saw back in the studio seemed to add up.

“Oh are you fucking with me.”Wonho spat out “We all know this was your fucked up idea from the start.We are always on Y/N’s side no matter what, so cut the crap!”

Your head was hanging low and in a way even if no one said it, you felt like they were waiting for an answer. Chang Kyun had pleading eyes as he tried to shake his members off a few times aggressively.

“Babe! Y/N listen to me! I beg you!” he was shaking and yelling at your motionless state

“Shut it!” Shownu looked down at you “You don’t have to take this, let’s go.” even if all of this had happened so suddenly you finally figured something out. You aren’t some girl in need of help like a princess. You fight your own battles, because you were a fighter. You stand your ground and defend it. WIth out making a sound you started walking towards Chang Kyun.

“Let him go.”with a warm smile and eyes still red from crying ,you looked at your protectors.

“Y/N!”Chang Kyun grabbed your shoulders and started talking fast trying to explain to you his side. You could feel, for the first time...you snapped.With a swift move up,your arm hit his hands off you. Taking a deep breath, you clenched your fist and hit Chang Kyun right in the face, turning your body with the move creating more kinetic energy. The boy crashed to the floor, with his fingers rubbing over the spot you just hit, he was shocked.

“Listen here you little shit.” your eyes focused down on his body, as you shook your hand from the slight stinging pain. Your teeth were exposed like an angry animal, eyes wide “You’ve been acting spoiled the past few days and I have been calm and understanding about it, but I had enough!” you growled “ Either you learn how to act or we are going to have some problems.” crooking your head to the side you saw him moving way.

Your piercing gaze landed on the girl.With a firm step you walked up to her and grabbed her wrist. In one swift motion you threw her at the wall and crashed your arm against the it, looking down at her.

“Look here sugar cakes. If you think you can come here and turn my house upside down ,you have another thing coming at you.” your face go close to hers and you flicked her short skirt “ Chang Kyun ain’t a fan of skirts he likes shorts more, so next time do some research on your prey. He can be an ass but he won’t force himself on woman.” your elbow hit the wall and you got closer, almost biting her. Your other hand grabbed her throat and the woman gasped in shock “ Wanna tell us what you were planning to do with my man or do you want to see how pissed yall made me the past few days?”

Yuna stared at you. Her lips slowly parted as her hand grabbed the back of your head. Is she about to headbutt me! your mind wandered in the direction of counterattack when you realized how dangerous this woman actually is. Her lips crashed against yours, her other hand grabbed your hips and swung you, changing places. Her knee parted your legs. Pulling away you were breathing heavy.

“Oh baby girl, you got me all wrong.I don’t even want to breath the same air as him.”her eyes landed onto you, hungry “I came for you. “ Yuna’s hand pushed your chip up “ I didn’t know you were such a good dom, grabbing my throat like that.”

“Wait WHAT!?” Chang Kyun threw himself practically at the woman, pushing you behind his back, holding your hip with one hand “I knew something was up!” he said

“What is going on here!?” Wonho looked around the house

“This woman!” your boyfriend pointed at Yuna “Has been blackmailing me for the past 2 weeks. She got me drunk, placed all these hickeys on my neck AND tried to make it look like I forced myself onto her.”

“ Oh don’t worry, I would never put my lips on you. It was a small cup, took me a shit long time to do that.” she sighed pulling her coat up onto her shoulder “ She is wasted on you. Be a good loser and give that kitten to me.I can make her happy.” Yuna smirked and waved at you.

“I would never!”Chang Kyun hissed at the woman, his body trembling from all the adrenaline “Right Y/N?!” turning to you he saw your figure frozen, fingers onto your lips “Y/N...?”

“Awww.” the culprit let go a loud and amused laugh “ First french kiss in your life? So precious.No one can kiss you better than a girl sweetie.I know what to give you.Just leave that fucker already, I am more successful than him anyways.”

“Fuck that.” Chang Kyun grabbed your back and pushed you flush against himself. His lips crashed onto yours, his tongue starting to fight with yours for dominance and winning fast. His fingers were hot running up your leg. This was a new sensation you couldn’t process yet.Once he pulled back, your vision was blurred and you had to hold onto your boyfriend’s shirt to keep yourself up. “She belongs to me,me me and only me. I am the only person that can make her feel like this and no one else. If you try to get her you have to get through me. I ain’t going easy on you, everything is fair play in love and war sweetie.”

Yuna noticed the 6 other boys in defensive positions. Leaning down, they flinched and she let out a chuckle. Her heels clanked towards the front door as her hand slid over the handle.

“I will leave, but this doesn’t mean I give up. Y/N.” your head looked at her “When I come back from France I will hunt you down baby girl.” she winked at you closing the door behind herself.

“I can’t believe that woman!” Minhyuk hissed as he ran up to you “You good?” you nodded and dropped onto the couch still shocked

“So wait, you weren’t cheating on me?”

“Of course not! She kept telling me she would release to the public the fact we were dating and I didn’t want to cause trouble for you, so I had to listen to her! I would have NEVER thought she wanted to...to-” Wonho jumped in with another stupid remark

“Fuck your girl?”

“Wonho!” and once more something flew at his head

“What!But she was hot...”

“She was.” the words slipped though your lips “One hell of a kisser too.”

“Y/N!”Chang Kyun whined

“I am not gonna go running to her! But next time tell me when something happens, we are together in this.”

“I know I know. I will from now on.” standing up ,the boys followed you to the kitchen and back, as you threw ice onto Chang Kyun

“Put that on your face.” you continued walking up the stair, when you looked back at him “You coming or what?”

“Yes babe! Right away!” he jumped up like a puppy and ran after you, leaving the boys with the impression that your roles reversed in a matter of seconds.

“So yall think she gonna be dom from now on?”

“Wonho shut it for once kid, I swear!” Shownu pushed the young idiot

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stratus-skye07 · 5 years

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From Zero | Wonho

Description: Wonho is the bad boy that broke your heart. Splitting up from him after high school wasn’t easy, emotionally. It’s said that you never forget your first love. When you try to forget about yours, he comes back looking for you.

Genre: Ex-boyfriend AU / College AU / Bad Boy AU

Contains: Angst / Fluff / Smut

Word Count: 7.3k

!!Sexual Assault Warning!!

“Ah,” I take a deep breath as I squint from the brightness of the sky, “has the sun always been this bright?” I ask myself as I exit the building of torture as exam season is finally over.

“Y/N!” I turn to see my best friend, Hyolyn, rushing towards me.

“Hey, you look like you did well on you exams too.”

She nods, “Yeah, have some faith in my brain.”

I sigh stretching my arms up, “I just wanna give my brain a break.” So many endless days and nights studying for these exams and I’m thrilled to know that I am going back home to not study for endless hours.

“Tell me about it.” Hyolyn hooks her arm into mine, “Do you wanna go out tonight and celebrate?”

“Celebrate what? We haven’t even gotten our results.”

She waves me off, “Who cares about that? I mean celebrate as in we’ve finally done the hard part.”

“I don’t know, I just wanna go to sleep for a week.”

Hyolyn continues to nag about going out until we make it back to our apartment. We reach our door when I stop in my tracks. Hyolyn stops talking as we both stare at the note that’s stuck on our front door.

“Not again.” She groans in annoyance as she rips the note off the door. “How is this prick getting into the building?” She crumbles the paper in her hand.

I shrug, “Just throw it away.”

For the past few months, I’ve been receiving loves notes from a secret admirer. At first, I didn’t mind them but they started coming more frequently and at this point the person should’ve approached me by now. We’ve alerted the security of the building about it but this person continues to find his way in here. It’s making me feeling uneasy every time I come and go.

Hyolyn pats my shoulder as she leads the way into our apartment, “Don’t worry. Guys like this don’t have enough balls to do anything. Besides he’ll have to go through me if he wants to get anywhere near you.”

While Hyolyn is going through her closet, I sit at my desk going through my emails until I notice one that catches my attention. The subject read, Open if you still hate me.

Y/N, how are you? I know it’s been a long time since we've last seen each other and I understand that I’m the last person you’d want to hear from but I’m in Seoul and I’d really like to see you again, maybe catch up. Please. -Wonho.

It’s been over a year since I’ve seen him.

One day when I was walking home from school, I found him. He was injured. His face had bruises and a cut on his cheek. When I tried to help him, he pushed me away so I didn’t pry. Instead, I gave him a band aid and continued on my way. I thought I’d done something wrong in wanting to help him since he started hanging around me. He never did anything, he just waited for me after class and stared. One day, he followed me home which is when I asked him…

“What do you want?” I said it more aggressively than I should’ve but I wasn’t sure of his intention.

He looked at me somewhat stunned by my outburst. Then a smirk appeared as he began to approach me. With fear leaving me unable to move, Wonho was towering over me. His bright blonde hair nearly covering his blue contacts lenses. It was the first time I’d witness his alluring gaze up close. Finally, he moves again. He extends his arm out to hand me a white box with a red ribbon on it.

“It’s my way of saying thank you for the band aid.” He says with a much kinder tone than I’d imagine him to have.

Of course, at the time, my teenage naïve self didn’t think it had anything to do with the fact that it was White Day. It wasn’t until he finished his thought.

“Let’s date.”

Not since we broke up because I was apparently too clingy. I didn’t know keeping your boyfriend from getting into fights and worrying about him was suffocating for him. To be honest, I still wonder how an honor roll girl like me could’ve ended up with a bad boy type of guy like him.

“So what do you say about going out tonight?” Hyolyn asks.

She stares at me intently until I give in, “Fine. What did you have in mind?”

Ever since I met Hyolyn, she’s always been the one to pull me out of my shell, especially when I’ve never had the confidence to do it myself. Tonight would be no different since Hyolyn suggested we go to the clubs.

The only person I’d trust enough to go to clubs with is Hyolyn since she has such a fierce personality so I feel safe going to places like this with her.

The fun begins to be a little too much for me when I separate from Hyolyn for a moment to get something to drink. I wait by the bar for the bartender to bring a bottled water from the back room since they ran out. As I wait, I begin to feel like someone is watching me but considering we’re in a crowded place, I’m probably just being paranoid.

It’s not until I get bored that I start looking around at the people that my eyes stop on a familiar figure sitting on the other end of the bar. His eyes are fixated on me which proves that my feeling was right.

How did he know I was here? Has he been the one stalking me and leaving notes on my door? I doubt it, he was never the type though. Whatever it is, I don’t want to face him.

Without waiting for the water, I leave the bar and go running to find Hyolyn. I’m not surprised to find her with the guy she was staring at earlier when we first got here. I tap her on the shoulder to get her attention.

“Hey, I’m gonna head home.”

She frowns, “Why? Are you okay?”

I don’t plan to ruin her fun night out, “It’s nothing, I’m just really tired. You stay, you look like you’re actually having fun.”

She bounces her eyebrows, “If this works out, I probably won’t be coming home tonight.”

I leave the club quickly without overthinking anything. I reach the end of the street as I wait for the light to change when I begin to feel a presence. The feeling starts to scare me so much so that I end up turning back towards the club where there would at least be people around. Footsteps behind me begin to gain speed and as soon as I turn to look, the dark figure is speed walking towards me. Just as the fight or flight response starts to kick in, I end up running into the arms of a stranger.

“Hey!” The stranger shouts at the person following me but I don’t lift my head to look. Instead, I hear footsteps hurry away and then there’s silence.

I feel a hand on my back, “Are you okay?”

My heart begins to race when I hear that familiar voice. That same voice that used to whisper embarrassing things to me while he held me. I instantly push away from him before I would get too comfortable.

“What are you doing here, Wonho?” I ask.

He chuckles in a shy manner, “My friends invited me out. I didn’t think I’d see you here. You were never the partying type.”

“Yeah, things change.” I say flatly.

Taking a quick look at him to see how much he’s changed. His hair is black in contrast to when we were teenagers, it was blonde. He still has his grungy leather jacket to add to his bad boy aura.

Snapping myself out of gazing, I turn my gaze back to the street I was planning on crosses before getting followed. After a moment of silence, I feel a cold sensation on my forearm.

“Here.” Stunned by the sudden feeling, I look to see him handing me a cold bottled water. “You were waiting awhile. I know that your alcohol tolerance isn’t that great.”

I reach out to take the water when I notice a ring on his pinky finger. It was a couple ring he had given me when we were dating.

“Have you been well?” He asks sincerely.

Quickly, I divert my attention back to the water bottle, “Thanks for the water. I’d like to say it was good seeing you again but I’d be lying and I’d rather not catch up on meaningless things.” I turn to walk again.

“Y/N,” he calls out to me calmly, “can I at least give you a ride home?”

I shake my head, “No, that’s okay.”

“Look, I’m not asking for anything in return. I just wanna get you home safely.” He says with a sigh.

I curse myself for falling for his sweet gestures. It’d been a long time since I’ve ridden on the back of a motorcycle. Every time I saw one it would remind me of Wonho. My heart was racing the whole ride home. It wasn’t because of the ride but more due to the fact that I was in close contact with Wonho again. I’d just hope he wouldn’t feel the thumping in my chest through his back.

Once we get to my apartment building, Wonho helps me off the bike. The awkwardness occurs when I have to think of a way to say ‘thanks for the ride. Let’s not meet up again.’ Yet, my mind goes blank as I get drawn by his gaze. One of the first things I notice when we first met was his eyes. Nothing has really changed but his body. Those muscles weren’t always that big.

“Thank you for the ride home. I hope you’re doing well. Take care of yourself.”

“Y/N,” He calls my name as soon as I finish my sentence, “are you really gonna act like we don’t know each other?”

I look him in the eyes to be honest with him, “Wonho, just because time has passed it doesn’t mean things have been forgotten.”

“Would you at least listen to what I have to say before you walk away for good?”

I scoff, “Oh, was there something you forgot to say in your break up speech all those years ago?”

He shakes his head, “It’s not about that.”

I chuckle in order to keep the anger from coming out, “Why did you even bother coming here?”

He continues to stare before answering, “I came for you.”

“That’s funny since you left because of me.”

I didn’t even let him have his say as I head back into the apartment. I was in love with Wonho. He was my first love. I saw myself getting married to him someday but all those dreams were shattered when he told me how he really felt. He didn’t want to be tied down by anyone especially by someone who loved him more than anything else.

I was broken shortly after that but eventually I picked up the pieces and came to Seoul for college. I haven’t been in a serious relationship since and that’s mostly my fault for always comparing my dates to him. In the end, no one could compare to Wonho and I hated him more for leaving that impression.

The following day, Hyolyn and I are leaving campus after finishing up some last minute errands when I tell her about Wonho’s sudden appearance last night.

“He just came back out of nowhere?” She asks. “Why didn’t you tell me last night?”

“I’m sorry, you looked like you were having a good time with that guy you were with and I didn’t want to ruin your mood.”

She waves the subject off, “Never mind about that, but how could he just appear without you knowing?”

“I wouldn’t say it like that since he sent me an email letting me know that he was in town but I never thought I would just randomly see him that same day.”

She gasps, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

I shrug explaining, “I wasn’t planning on contacting him anyways so I figured it would just go away.”

“But what if-”

Before she can finish her sentence we get interrupted by a series of shouts, “Hyolyn! Y/N!” To my surprise, I get pulled into a back hug.

“Hyun Woo!” Hyolyn shouts as she smack the figure behind me.

I relax a little knowing that it was someone that I knew but at the same time I feel uncomfortable when guys touch me like this so suddenly. I pull the clinging arms away, “Hyun Woo, I’ve told you about keeping the space.”

“Sorry, I thought we were close.” He says in a flirtatious tone.

Hyun Woo is in the same year as us and he transferred this semester from an out of town school on a swimming scholarship. Ever since I was nice enough to invite him to a group gathering, he’s been trying to swoon me over with his swimmers body. It’s not that he’s not good looking but there’s no romantic spark to start anything.

“I’m glad I ran into you two. The guys and I are throwing a end of the semester party. You girls have to come.” He hands each of us a flyer that had all the colorful information about the party.

“We’ll see if we have time. Thanks, Hyun Woo.” Hyolyn says. Hyun Woo leaves with a hopeful look on his face. Hyolyn whispers to me as we walk away, “That guy is clingy to the max.”

“Tell me about it.”

She scoffs checking to see if he’s gone from sight, “When do those guys never have a party?”

I shrug, “I don’t know, but I’m actually in the mood to go. What do you think?”

Hyolyn raises her eyebrows, “You actually wanna go out partying tonight? Pinch me, I must be dreaming. Then we should go to the club.”

I shake my head, “To be honest, I don’t wanna risk running into Wonho again.”

“Are you ever gonna talk to him?”

“No, I honestly don’t have any interested in conversing with him about anything. He said a lot the last time we saw each other. I don’t think I could be prepared for what he wants to talk about.”

Hyolyn smirks while looking off into the distance than back at me, “Not even if he came to the school on his motorcycle with a denim jacket and cut up jeans?”

“Wow, that's really descriptive but even if he did do that, I wouldn’t.” I say so matter-of-fact.

“Well, good luck keeping that strong will up.” She says before turning me around to the same exact sight that she had just described.

Wonho leaning against his motorcycle that’s parked at the front of the campus where every girl that’s passing by are basically drooling over him but just like in high school, he doesn’t pay any attention to him.

“Catch you later.” Hyolyn walks off, leaving me a few feet away from Wonho.

He’d noticed me long before I did so there wasn’t anyway for me to get around and avoid him.

“How did you know where I’d be?” I ask him plainly.

He smirks at me, “Not much has changed since school was important to you.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t appreciate you coming here and causing a scene.” I say gesturing to the girls walking past and staring at us talk.

He shrugs, “I figured it would more respectful than waiting for you at your apartment. Besides, you know no one else could get my attention like you.”

“I don’t need people asking me about you.”

Nodding, he takes the extra helmet and holds it out to me, “We could go somewhere more private to talk.”

To be honest I don’t know if I could still keep my guard up if I were alone with Wonho again. “I already told you that I didn’t want to talk to you. Any relationship we had, ended a long time ago.”

Wonho sighs before approaching me, “What do you want me to do? I was wrong, okay. I learned that the hard way. I just want to tell you how wrong I was.” He leans in a little closer, “Will you give me the chance to explain how stupid I am?”

Seeing the painful look on his face makes me feel that he’s being sincere about making up. It doesn’t mean that I automatically forgive him but it wouldn’t hurt to hear him out if he’s really sorry about splitting up.

Looking at my watch, I notice that I don’t have time to talk. I sigh, “Okay, but I have to get to work right now and I have plans later. Are you free tomorrow?” He nods as I take the flyer that Hyun Woo gave me and fold it in half to write my number on the blank side, “Here’s my cell phone number. Text me later and I’ll pick where to meet.”

Handing him the paper, he tucks it away into one of the pockets in his denim jacket.

After finishing my shift at work, Hyolyn and I head to the frat house for the party. I never get crazy when I go to these parties. It’s not my style but someone has to keep an eye on Hyolyn. If not me then who else?

It’s all a fun night until Hyolyn and I get separated. We always have a rule to never leave a party without telling each other. The only dumb thing on my part was having her hold on to my phone since she was carrying her clutch bag and my skirt didn’t have pockets so I can’t even call her.

I end up going into the living room of the house, where I’d assume she would go towards since that’s where the most fun is happening.

“Y/N!” I turn to see Hyun Woo approaching me.

“Oh, hi, Hyun Woo.”

He looks around me, “Did you come alone?” He asks.

“No, I came with Hyolyn but I lost track of her. I assume you haven’t seen her around?”

He shakes his head, “Nah, you’re the only one I’ve seen which surprised me since you two are always joined at the hip at parties.”

“Yeah, we’re each other’s bodyguards.”

“I get it. I’ll help you find her. She couldn’t have gotten far.”

Hyun Woo unnecessarily places his hands on my shoulders as he leads me through the crowd. At first it was at a normal speed that he was pushing me through the crowd but he suddenly got aggressive with the pace leading me to run into someone. That person having a full cup of beer in their hand which ends up all over me.

“I’m so sorry.” The stranger says handing me a napkin she was holding in her other hand.

I wave it off, “No, it’s okay.” I doubt one napkin is gonna dry up the mess. The drink had spilled over my white tank top, dripping down my pink skirt.

Hyun Woo looks over my shoulder at the mess. “That’s pretty bad. Come on, I’ll show you to the bathroom so you can clean that up.”

Again, he unnecessarily takes my hand to pull me towards the stairs. Usually I would refuse this kind of contact but since I’m in a vulnerable state and I still need to find Hyolyn, I can’t really just walk around with a wet outfit.

I end up in the bathroom wiping my clothes with a wet towel. The smell of beer had gone away but the dampness of my outfit stayed and felt really uncomfortable.

I better find Hyolyn and get out of here.

When I exit the bathroom, I’m surprised to see Hyun Woo is still lurking around. He smiles and hands me a sweatshirt.

“Here, you can change into this.”

I shake my head, “No, it’s okay. I’m just gonna go find Hyolyn and call it a night. Thanks for the help though.”

“Wait, Y/N.” Just as I’m about to walk down the stairs, he places a hand on my forearm. “Before you go, can we talk for a second in private?”

I’m close to saying no but the look on his face seems serious about what he wanted to talk about. I’d feel bad if I just ignored him especially if it really was something serious.

I nod and follow him into what seems to be his bedroom since there were swimming medals and trophies around the walls. As I’m admiring the achievements around the room, I hear the door close.

Turning to keep Hyun Woo in my line of sight, he slowly approaches me. “My coaches say that if I continue to do well, I could make it as far as the Olympics.” He says pointing at the wall of achievements.

I nod keeping my distance, “You seem to be doing really good so far. You have everything possible going for you.” He’s looking down at his hands as if he’s nervous about something.

“I know that I should be happy with what I have now but I wanna be a bit greedy and have something else be mine.”

The more he approaches me, I keep taking steps away from him and closer towards the door. The alarms in my head started to go off. I shouldn't be alone with him anymore. His gaze starts to look like a predator hunting its prey.

I grip my stomach, “Hyun Woo, I’m not really feeling well all of a sudden. Hyolyn has my medicine for it. I’ll go get it from her and then we’ll continue this conversation.”

Just as I’m about to reach for the door knob, Hyun Woo cages me in the corner wall. Looking into his eyes, they seem more intense than his usual flirtatious self.

I put my hands against his chest to push him a few feet back but he doesn’t budge, “Hyun Woo, we’ve talked about the space thing numerous times.”

“I don’t wanna put space between us anymore. Y/N, I’ve liked you since the first time we met. You’re beautiful, smart, and know when to have fun. Someone like you is who I want to be by my side.”

I chuckle in discomfort of the sudden confession, “I’m flattered and all about how you feel about me. I know it’s not easy to confess something like that but I don’t really see you like that.”

“Why not?” He asks sternly.

“I just don’t have those same feelings for you. I’m sorry.” The tension in the room became more serious as he stares at me.

Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door which distracts Hyun Woo to lower his arm to look over his shoulder. At that point, I slide out of his hold and head towards the door but my arm is instantly grabbed, holding me in place.

“Is this why you never responded to my letters? Were they never good enough?”

The fear hits me harder when he brings up the letters from the stalker. I’ve never mentioned it to anyone but Hyolyn so no one else would have knowledge but her and the person responsible for it all. He’s the one that’s been following me around.

“Hyun Woo, let go of my arm!” I say with a more serious tone.

He shakes his head as he scoffs, “Is it because I’m an athlete that you think I’m stupid in comparison to you? You think I’m not good enough to have someone like you date me?”

I shake my head in disagreement, “It has nothing to do with worth, it’s just how it is. I don’t have any romantic feelings for you.”

“Feelings?” He pulls me by the arm to hold me against his chest, “Give me a chance and I can make you feel something for me.”

Without warning, he shoves me on his bed. Crawling over me, he holds me down by straddling half my body with his weight. The realization of what he’s trying to do has my fight responses kicking in, causing me to scream for help in hopes that someone around this huge house would hear.

“Hyun Woo, please don’t do this!” I plead with him but the look on his face tells me that he has no intentions of stopping as he forces his lips over mine to shut me up.

He begins to pull at my shirt until the fabric tears from the collar down which caused me to scream even louder as tears begin to stream down my face. The knocking on the door began to sound more rougher as Hyun Woo covers my mouth to try to redirect the person away.

“This room’s taken.” He yells.

The knocking stops which makes me lose hope that the only person that could help me is now gone, thinking that what Hyun Woo plans to do is consensual. Never would I’ve seen myself get into this situation. Especially by someone whom I thought was harmless.

With my eyes closed, I continue to kick and fight him as much as I can when all of a sudden the knocking starts up again but this time they sound more like banging. It continues until there’s a final crash sound.

Hyun Woo shouts in a panic, “What the fuck?!”

Suddenly the weight of Hyun Woo has been taken off of me. With the opportunity, I roll off of the bed and push myself up against the wall. I open my eyes to see Hyun Woo on the floor being pummeled with punches by another man.

Hyun Woo began pleading with the man to stop hitting him but it didn’t help. It wasn’t until the man lifted Hyun Woo up to his feet to come face-to-face with him that I see my savior’s face. It was Wonho.

With so much force, Wonho shoves Hyun Woo into the wall of his trophies, causing them to crumble to the floor along with his beaten body.

Wonho kneels down to whisper, “Listen to me, you sack of shit, if you ever come near Y/N again, I will make sure your swimming career won’t be the only thing you’ll lose.”

Hyun Woo continued to roll around in pain as Wonho turned his attention to me. His face quickly changed from angered to worry as he takes his jacket off to put it over my shoulders, covering up my chest.

“Come on,” He says softly before lifting me to my feet. “I got you.” When his arm went around my shoulder, I found comfort as I wrap my arms around his waist.

Wonho leads me out of the frat house. We walk down the street where his motorcycle was parked.

“How did you know I was here?” I ask looking at his concerned expression.

“The piece of paper you wrote your number on had the address on it. I also saw that guy following you around earlier today. When I got here and saw him up close, I realized he was the same guy that was following you last night outside the club too.”

“Thank you.” I say.

He smirks slightly, “Come on, I’ll give you a ride home.”

“Wait,” I grab a hold of his arm as he’s reaching for his helmet, “I don’t know where Hyolyn is and she has my phone. After what happened, I don’t really wanna go home or be alone.”

Without giving it a lot of thought, Wonho had taken me to his apartment. Under certain circumstances, you wouldn't really go home with a man after nearly being violated but considering that I knew Wonho really well, I know that I can trust him. Plus, I felt safe with him. That was always something I loved about him, how safe he made me feel.

On the way here, it started to rain. By the time we arrived to Wonho’s place, we were completely drenched. Even though I was shivering from the cold, the first thing I wanted to do was see if Hyolyn was okay.

With Wonho’s phone, he’d let me call Hyolyn, whom was extremely worried about me. Apparently, when we got split up, Hyun Woo had told her that I got sick and left. Knowing that I was never good at drinking, Hyolyn believed him and went home to take care of me. I told her what had happened and that I was okay so she shouldn’t worry too much.

Wonho returns from the other room with a towel in hand. I reach out for it but, instead, he places it on my head himself and starts towel drying my hair. The action takes me by surprise but I don’t protest to it.

“Are you cold?” He asks wiping the water droplets from my face.

I nod, unable to compose words from how nervous I was becoming around Wonho again. It’s almost like when we first started dating.

Wonho leaves the towel on my head before removing his leather jacket from my shoulders. He places it on a nearby chair to dry as he leaves again.

When he come back, he hands me a black sweatshirt, “Here. It’s gonna be pretty big but it’s dry and warm.”

“Thanks.” I manage to say as I look at his caring expression.

He points down the hall to an open door, “The bathroom’s over there.”

I thank him again and enter the room to change. My shirt is torn and my skirt is drenched, leaving me to just wear the sweatshirt. Luckily, it’s enough to reach my thighs but the neckline droops so I end up pulling it to the side to reveal a shoulder. It was better than it showing my cleavage.

I open the door to meet Wonho in the living room. He smiles at me in reassurance. It was a smile that I remember when we were in high school. Especially when he’d wait for me at the front of the school to walk me home. He’d have that same expression when he saw me coming.

Suddenly there’s a loud thunder from the rain followed by the lights going out causing me to scream. My fear of thunderstorms has been with me since I was a kid and never seemed to get better as I got older.

“Oppa!” I shout instinctively.

The warm feeling of safety embraces me to help relax my body from the fear again. No one knew more about my astraphobia than Wonho. He’d always comfort me until the storm was over.

Rocking us from side to side, he shushes me. “It’s okay. I’m right here.” He whispers in my ear as he strokes my hair, just like he used to do for me when I got scared.

Naturally, I cling to his torso, feeling the warmth of his body and listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat soothes me to the point where I forget about the storm that had settled down for some time now, but I couldn’t bring myself to pull away from Wonho’s arms nor did he let go or say anything about it.

The first movement I make is to look up at his face and the first thing I notice are his full lips that I loved to play with so much, whether it be kissing them, biting them, stroking them with the tip of my finger when he was asleep. They were alluring that I couldn’t help but wanna feel them again.

The silence is broken when Wonho chuckles slightly, “Whenever there was a thunderstorm, I’d hug a pillow thinking it was you and hoping that wherever you were you weren’t scared.”

Hearing how much he thought about me after we split up makes me wonder. I look up at him to ask, “Why did you leave then?”

He looks me in the eyes endearingly then strokes my cheek with his thumb, “Beside the fact that I was a complete idiot, you cared about me. Before I met you, I never had anyone care about me at all before, let alone the way you did. It was something I didn’t have before so I thought of it as a negative thing.”

Hearing his feelings out loud makes me think back to when I first met Wonho. He was an angry person that wanted to fight everyone in the world. He was living on his own at a young age, with his parents being extremely busy in their respective careers, ultimately forgetting they had a son. When we started dating, I became his comfort, just like he was for me tonight.

Looking at his face, I get distracted by his lips. Those lips that I’ve bit, kissed, and teased so many times has me wanting to reminisce on old times. Something in the pit of my heart pushes me to lean in to feel them on mine again. His body freezes for a brief moment, deciding whether or not he wants to continue what I’ve started.

So many things happened all at once. From Wonho finding me to getting saved by him from Hyun Woo. It’s been so crazy that I want to forget about it completely and worry about everything tomorrow.

Pulling away, I look at him with lustful eyes. “It’s okay. I don’t wanna think about anything else. I just want you right now.”

Ultimately, he holds me tighter. The kiss starts off slow and sweet but the longer we stayed that way the more intense it became. His mouth opened wider as his tongue begged for permission to enter my mouth, which I allow.

The hand that had been on my cheek now moved towards the nape of my neck to make sure I didn’t go anywhere. His other hand pulls me to cause more friction between our bodies causing me to groan at the close contact.

My hands roam from his chest towards his back. Feeling the thickness of his back muscles, I claw at the shirt to get to skin but I couldn’t feel very much. Instinctively, I reach back to his front abdomen to pull at the bottom of his shirt. Without much effort, Wonho does the rest by taking off his shirt in one swift movement.

I know I said that he looked bigger than when we first started dating but seeing his bare chest proved that it wasn’t the clothes doing him a favor. Feeling every inch of his muscles, our lips continue to connect. I couldn’t resist biting his lip like I used to.

He groans from the slight tug I give his bottom lip before giving me a smirk, “You still remember how to drive me crazy.”

“I didn’t think it still worked.” I respond through harsh breaths.

Before I know it, we were moving towards the kitchen table. Wonho pushes everything that’s on the table aside as he lifts me by the waist to set me on the edge. His lips never leave mine until he starts to explore down my neck. Reaching my naked shoulder, he begins to bite down on the flesh.

Meanwhile, his hands squeeze up my thighs, enhancing the need to have him inside me. Once he reaches the bottom of the oversized sweatshirt, he slides his hands inside the opening to bring it over my head and exposing my whole body to him.

His mouth attaches themselves to my collarbone then down in between my breast to leave behind kisses that would surely leave marks later. Without realizing, Wonho effortlessly undoes my bra and tosses it aside. His tongue begins to trace down my stomach until he reaches line of my underwear.

He lifts his head up to meet my gaze, he kisses my forehead as he slowly slides my underwear down my legs. His knuckles leaving behind a trail of heat that makes me press my legs together in anticipation for what’s to come next.

Gently pushing my legs apart, Wonho closes the space as I reach for the waistband of his pants. I fumble with his belt while he continues to mark my neck with his mouth.

Finally removing the remainder of his clothes, I feel the warmth of his length. Taking him into my hand, I stroke his tip in between my folds. Wonho’s hands begin to squeeze the flesh of my thighs as I tease his cock entry.

Dropping his head onto my shoulder, “Y/N,” He says through a harsh breath, “I can’t wait anymore.”

Biting my lip from how needy he sounds, I respond, “Then what are you waiting for?”

Without saying anything else, he pushes me down onto the cold table. Climbing over me, pinning my wrists over my head as he sinks his cock further into me. I let out a satisfying groan. I close my knees against his hips as to feel him closer. His pace began to go faster that it caused the rest of the night to become an ecstatic blur, leaving my body heavily drained.

The following morning, I wake up wearing the sweatshirt that Wonho had given me to warm up. At first, I begin to wonder if we really had sex or if I was dreaming it. It’s not until I notice that my underwear is missing, there were hickies all around my breast, and the soreness between my legs made it pretty evident that something happened.

Sluggishly, I walk down the hall to look for Wonho. I find him in the kitchen cooking. My mouth becomes dry all over again when I see him shirtless wearing shorts. The sight along with the way the light from the morning gleam shined on his tone back made it all more heart racing.

Staying in the doorway, I cough to make some sort of noise to get his attention. He turns his head and a smile appears on his face before he reaches for a hoodie on the counter nearby.

“Oh you’re awake. Did you sleep okay?” He asks.

I nod, “Yeah.”

For some reason, I was extremely shy and somewhat embarrassed about last night. This would be the first time we’d talk since breaking up. There was barely enough time to talk last night so everything that needs to be talked about, will be talked about.

“Take a seat. I made breakfast.” He points to the table that we had sex on, “Don’t worry, I cleaned as soon as I got up.” I nod, taking a seat.

We ate breakfast together in silence. It was awkward but I didn’t know how to start talking to him about us and what happened to cause us to drift apart so much.

Wonho took the dishes over to the sink where, finally, I swallowed whatever pride I had left as I approach him.

“Y/N, listen-”

Just as he turns around to face me, I wrap my arms around his waist. This time it was more from the need to feel his warmth again instead of feeling safe like last night.

“I’m sorry if I treated you like a baby.” I pull away from his hold slowly but he keeps me in place.

“It wasn’t that. I was getting so used to it that the fear of losing you got worse. In my stupid adolescent mind, I kept thinking if you ever left me I would’ve become so dependant on you that I’d become weak.” He explains.

“Weak? You were still just as muscular back then than you are now.”

He shakes his head, “Emotionally, I mean. I’d built up the wall to my emotions that I ended up keeping everyone out until you came along. My father once told me that with my attitude, everyone would end up leaving me. So when I noticed how much you were taking care of me, I figured one day you would get tired of it. I ended up leaving you before you could do it first.”

I scoff at the ridiculous way of thinking he had, “Did you really think I was that easy? If I wasn’t willing to put in the work, I wouldn’t have gone out with you to begin with!” I was beginning to shout. A lot of it was due to the fact that I stayed up at night wondering how bad I must’ve screwed up. “Did you even consider my feelings at the time? Do you how heartbroken and worried I was after you disappeared?”

He stands there, staring at me, letting me take my anger out on him.

“I hated myself for still caring for an asshole like you for so long. Why did you even come back?” I ask.

I turn to head towards the door but stop when he begins to say his peace. “It didn’t even take me a year to realize the mistake I made. Shit, barely a month went by when I went to your house looking for you but you were already gone for college. You’d changed your number and your parents hated me so I took it as a sign to just let you go. A woman like you was too good for me.”

With my back turned, I quickly wipe the tears that had managed to stream down my cheeks. Hearing the pain in his voice made me feel somewhat relieved that I wasn’t the only one struggling with the situation.

Clearing my throat, I respond, “So? You’d let me go. What changed your mind?”

There’s silence for a moment until the feeling of warmth embraces me from behind. His lips were at my ear, “When we were together, the most important thing to me was protecting you. Each passing day, I’d ask myself if you were safe. The fear drove me to the point where I left our hometown on my motorcycle and went to every university to look for you. You were always indecisive about where you wanted to go to college. I’m sorry it took me this long to find you.”

Turning my body to face his, I ask, “So what do you want?”

“I know I lack a lot. We can’t erase everything, the pain I put us both through. I want you to believe in me one more time. Even if it’s really hard. I know I made it that way but I want to write our story again. I want to know everything about you all over again. I want to hold you in my arms again. Come back to me like the first time and give me a chance to be yours.”

I hit his hard chest, “You idiot.” I say honestly. “You’re the reason I could never date anyone else. In my eyes, no one could compare to you.” Tears begin to pour out of my eyes as I speak, “I kept holding out hope that you would come back into my life but at the same time I never believed it since you had so much pride to your personality, but here you are. Doing everything I wanted you to do for me to take you back. I don’t want to pretend to hate you anymore.”

Wonho reach out to wipe away my tears as he responds, “You never stopped loving me, did you?”

I shake my head, “No, I tried but you’re embedded in my heart at this point. I love you, Wonho.”

“Same goes for me. I love you too, Y/N.”

His eyes begin to water as well before planting his lips over mine, reassuring me that he wasn’t going to leave me this time.

Our breakup was a mistake. One that took away our time together. Time we could’ve spent loving one another. Even though it hurt, the only thing that can be done is start over and not make the same mistake twice. Wonho realized that splitting up wasn’t the right thing to do from the beginning but since our feelings haven’t changed anything, we will start again.

Beginning from zero.

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[1/1] the hopeless case of a romantic

█ Title: the hopeless case of a romantic █ Summary: It wasn’t how he imagined it would be, but that night, Jeongguk knew he would not have it any other way. █ Status: Completed █ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin This is written for JIKOOK WEEK DAY O1: Then and Now

Yoongi hyung often accused Jeongguk of being a hopeless romantic, as if having a big heart, a gentle soul and a love for love is a crime. He believed in soulmates; the idea of two people whose names and story were whispered amongst the stars never failed to warm his heart. This belief stemmed from his parents, the two human beings whom he loved most in the whole entire world.

He wanted someone who would look at him the way his father looked at his mother; as if she hung all the twinkling stars, shaped all the silver moons with her hands and paint the skies when the sun set. He wanted someone who would love him unconditionally, just like how his mother loved his father although she despised his smoking habit.

Despite their age, they were not shy in showing affection for the whole world to see. Jeongguk wondered how they were so comfortable with each other that whenever they were together, the rest of the world just seemed to melt away. As if the world was theirs, and the others were just living in it.

Because of this, Jeongguk was never really into a relationship. Not that he ever had one. Most of the times he would just admire someone from afar. He would rather not get involved at all.

Hoseok hyung suggested that he should go on blind dates. Initially, he agreed.

The first phase – adding them as a friend, sliding into the DMs – was great.

The next step – meeting and actually going out on a date – however, was terrible.

Gone the confident, charming boy from the DMs. Always replaced by the stuttering, sweating mess that was Jeon Jeongguk. It was awfully easy to compliment someone when you were staring at a screen, but when it comes to staring into their eyes, Jeongguk found himself shaking.

At the age of twenty, Jeon Jeongguk gave up in finding the One.

All of his crushes were out of his league and most of his admirers never called after the second date. He was not that desperate to send cute text messages to someone as he had this irrational fear of being a burden, but it would be great to have someone who would listen to him rant about how his day went.

As much as he hated to admit it, Yoongi hyung was not entirely wrong. He was not only a hopeless romantic, but he was hopeless and romantic.

ii.

When Jeongguk asked Yoongi hyung how he knew Seokjin hyung was his soulmate, he answered: “They say when you meet your soulmate, you just know it’s them.”

He hated how unhelpful those statement was, because that was not how he met his.

His parents’ love story was a typical love story. It was love at first sight – Jeongguk’s favourite. They met at a fair held at the amusement park. His father took the job of the ride operator for the summer, and as the stars had written it, he met her at the end of his shift. He always mentioned that she reminded him of a firework, beautiful and mesmerizing that his world stopped. She was queueing then, waiting for her turn and he saw a chance and took it.

While two of her friends were seated together, he stepped in and offered to sit next to her even though going to a someplace high was not something he considered an entertainment. Of course, his attempt caused an uproar, he received raucous boos from the other angry kids and a warning from the manager but it was worth it. He always had a small smile on his face whenever he got to this part of the story. They chatted as they waited and for the first time since he rode the rollercoaster, he was not the tiniest bit scared.

Jeongguk would never fail to let out an overly exaggerated groan, often expressing his displeasure by making faces along with a remark full of disgust, but he knew that he wanted, longed even, to feel that way too.

Meeting the One should be magical, like something that you would read in a fairy tale.

This was how Jeongguk truly believed would happen when he finally meets the one: it will be romantic, not too cringy and pukeworthy but just romantic enough to make his friends and his cousins to be envious of him. Time will stop when they lock eyes with each other, the angels will begin to sing while simultaneously play their harps to produce a mellifluous symphony of the century and petals would fall around them out of nowhere, just like the anime he watched last week.

That was not what happened.

It was not magical or dreamy or romantic.

He blamed all the Tony/Steve soulmate fanfictions he read at 3AM for implementing the idea of “love at first sight” and “instant connection between two lonely souls” inside his head.

In fact, Jeongguk met Park Jimin on a sunny Tuesday morning in the most Boring class in the history of Boring Classes. Jeongguk hated his guts at first. Whenever Jimin opened his mouth to speak, Jeongguk would find himself rolling his eyes and praying to God for an ice cream truck to drop on him. Being run over repeatedly by a lorry was less painful than having to sit in a two-hour class with Jimin.

However, there was also a saying that goes, ‘If you hate someone too much, you’ll end up loving them too much.’

That statement, however, was something he wished Yoongi hyung had told him instead.

iii.

They began to interact when they were allotted in the same group for their second assignment. Every second Jeongguk spent sitting at the same table with Jimin was agonising. Being in the same group at the same table meant that Jimin’s voice was now much clearer and he was now much closer.

Jimin’s face was pleasing to the eyes, he was soft and hard at the same time. He had gentle, dark and slightly slanted eyes yet his piercing gaze often made Jeongguk look away. His cheeks were round and squishy, they reminded Jeongguk of the mochi he always had after elementary school, however his jaw was as sharp as a knife. All in all, Jimin was not hideous at all, especially when he had his mouth shut. Unfortunately, Jimin had a lot he wanted to announce to the class so thanks to this irritating behaviour of his, it was not difficult to overlook his features.

He ignored the voice inside his head that screamed at him to ditch the class, but the rational part of his mind reminded him that he was a scholarship student. The last thing he wanted was to get kicked out just because he did not want to be in the same room as Jimin.

From the instructions, Jeongguk could already tell how much of a pain in the ass it would be. Decorating a booth? Creating an advertisement video? There was just too much work to be done in three months and there were only five heads in his group.

Naturally, Jimin was elected as the team leader because:

a) He was the teacher’s pet

b) Everyone in the group was utterly in love with him

Arguing about the team members position when you were going to be stuck with them for months was not something in Jeongguk’s list. He decided to went along with it, letting the protests vanish although they were already at the tip of his tongue and settled with an imaginary argument inside his head instead.

The first day was unbearable — Jeongguk had to lower his head once in a while to stop his eye from twitching in annoyance. Every single word Jimin uttered seemed to make his blood boil and head throb. He did not know it was possible for a person to be this insufferable. Jeongguk tried his hardest not to roll his eyes whenever the others were praising Jimin. His ideas were not exactly that brilliant, if Jeongguk were to be honest.

“Sorry, I was sort of rambling,” Jimin apologized with a small giggle.

Jeongguk managed to held back a groan. He knew damn well he was rambling and he apologized for it, but Jeongguk knew that he was not feeling sorry. Not even a little bit. Not when he had that proud smile on his face. God, Jeongguk would love to slap that smile from his face.

“Anybody had any better idea?” Jimin asked, looking at each and every one of them.

Pretending to be considerate? Man, this guy knew how to get on Jeongguk’s nerves.

He absolutely had no idea what came over him, maybe it was how the other team members were ready to lick the ground Jimin walked on, or maybe how irritating and high pitched Wonho’s giggles was, but Jeongguk opened his mouth up to speak, despite his brain being empty of ideas.

“Maybe, uh…”

All heads turned towards him, staring at him in anticipation. Somehow, instead of looking at anybody else, his eyes found Jimin’s. Jimin was beaming, dark eyes glistening as he slowly nodded to encourage Jeongguk. His gaze was different than the others, which was a good thing because it made him feel less nervous. Jimin’s smile stretched wider, and all of a sudden, the weight of the team’s collective gazes felt like it had been lifted from his shoulders.

Jeongguk brought his hand on top of the table, softly tapping his index finger as he straightened in his seat. With a newfound surge of confidence, he said, “Maybe, um… instead of making it only focusing on drawings or paintings, maybe we can… uh… consider every form of art for the website?”

“Huh… that’s not bad,” Chaeyoung murmured, before clicking her pen and started to write something on her notebook.

Jimin beamed, “I love the idea! That’s wonderful. This means that we are not only targeting painters, we are also attracting a large amount of audience who are—”

Jeongguk’s body went lax after his impromptu outburst (technically, it was not an outburst but he insisted that it was), he lain his back against the chair, wishing to become one with it. He felt thankful that nobody was criticizing his dumb idea. And never in a million years he wanted to admit it, but he felt glad that Jimin was encouraging him, instead of trying to shoot him down.

It was the first time he felt so welcomed.

iv.

Before the first week ended, they managed to lay everything down. When it comes to his leadership skills, Jimin was quite lenient in their task division. Jeongguk offered to work on the advertisement video, and as much as he would rather do it all alone, Jimin was determined that he needed help. As a method of group communication, Jimin created a group text for the five of them.

Jeongguk was hoping that it will be a quiet group, but it was especially alive at night and early in the morning. Jimin would never fail to send a message to greet them good morning and night, and sometimes he would send motivational messages for all of them. It took all Jeongguk’s willpower not to reply a ‘Shut The Fuck Up’ or leave the group, but he had to remind himself that he needed to be in good terms with everyone in the team.

Two weeks before the deadline, it was Jeongguk’s turn to play a huge role for their project. So far, he had only been helping with the report and booth decoration, which was not something major as everyone had taken part too. He announced in their group chat (which was probably his third time ever sending a message there) that he was going to start working on the video soon.

He completed the storyboard a few days earlier before sharing his vision to the group. He was ready to get attacked, to have Wonho judging him, to have Jimin being dissatisfied with his work, to Chaeyoung being disappointed and to have Mirae complain about how lacking it was. Unlike his expectation, they liked it. Jimin was the one who loved it the most, always complimenting how hardworking he was, and how he truly appreciated the effort Jeongguk made with the storyboard.

Instead of the usual ‘good luck Jeongguk!’ and ‘thanks for your hard work!’, Jeongguk received a private message from Jimin. They never texted privately before, and seeing Jimin’s name on a new chat caused him to raise an eyebrow. Was Jimin about to ask him to add last minute changes for the video?

With negative thoughts flooding his mind, he heaved a sigh before clicking it open.

✉ From: Jimin Hey! Just wondering if you are OK? If you need help, I’m here 😊

“Huh…” Jeongguk huffed, squinting his eyes in suspicion. His thumb hovered over the keyboard before typing an answer, only to backspace everything. It was rather curious how Jimin was checking up on him, as if he thought Jeongguk was unreliable.

Seokjin hyung often told him that he was always being sceptical for absolutely no reason at all, that he always thought of things negatively instead of positively. It was a trait he was not proud of, but he could not help it when Jimin suddenly text him privately out of nowhere.

After quite some time, he finally typed a reply.

✉ To: Jimin I’m fine. Thanks for your concern

Belatedly, he realised the text he sent seemed rude so he abruptly added a smiley face.

✉ From: Jimin Haha, alright then. Where will you be working on the video?

✉ To: Jimin I’ll be going to the art room to meet up with the art students. Then I’ll probably go to library to shoot some scenes

✉ From: Jimin Okay 😊

Jeongguk stared at the screen of his phone, waiting for ‘Jimin is typing…’ to appear. When it did not, he locked his phone and tossed it to his bed.

Of course, Jeongguk just had to be an idiot by telling Jimin his plan. The moment he entered the art room, Jimin was already there, talking with a few of the art students and laughing about something they said. Jeongguk nearly dropped his camera when he saw Jimin, not expecting the blonde to be there at all.

“Hey, Jeongguk!” Jimin called out, waving his hand at him.

Jeongguk awkwardly waved back, not liking the attention he was getting when everybody turned their heads towards him.

“So, where do you want me, mate?” Mingyu asked as he got off from the table.

“Preferably anywhere I can work comfortably. How about there?”

“So I just had to draw, is it?”

“Yeah. Just draw whatever you want, don’t pay attention to me. I want it to look candid,” Jeongguk informed before placing his backpack on top of the table.

While Mingyu was preparing his material, Jeongguk took out his tripod from his bag and began to assemble it together with his camera when Jimin approached him.

“Do you need any help?” Jimin asked, watching Jeongguk work with his camera.

“Nah.”

“Okay, I’ll just wait for you in case you need me.”

“You can go, you know. I can handle this.”

“I know,” Jimin grinned before shrugging, “Just in case.”

He doubted that he needed Jimin to be there, but before he could ask him to go again, he decided against it. Once Mingyu was ready, Jeongguk began recording. It was only a minute in when Jeongguk announced him to stop so he could check the video. The angle was perfect, Mingyu’s facial expression was good, however the lighting was unsatisfactory. Sure, it was not as terrible as the lighting in that one battle episode of Game of Thrones, but it would be difficult during the editing process later.

Jimin must have sensed that something was troubling him that the leader stood next to him, peered on the video and asked if something was wrong.

“Nothing’s wrong except the lighting,” Jeongguk murmured, looking up the ceiling to find the lights were already switched on to his dismay.

The weather was not exactly helping either.

“I can help,” Jimin quipped enthusiastically before taking out his phone from his pocket and switch on the flashlight as he waved his phone around. “Let me know where you need me.”

The whole idea was absurd to Jeongguk, but it was worth a try. In less than half an hour, with Jimin’s help, he was done. The one who was super happy about it was Jimin, who could not stop gushing how amazing the video was and how professional Mingyu looked. Jeongguk grinned as he pressed fast forward, completely satisfied at how the video turned out.

He thanked Mingyu and the art students before packing his stuff to move to the library with Jimin following him. One thing Jeongguk noticed about Jimin was how he just had a lot of things to talk about, never running out of topic. It was irritating at first, but at times he spewed some facts that Jeongguk found to be interesting. Jeongguk let him talk, he watched as Jimin was speaking animatedly about the latest comic book he was reading.

Surprisingly, the day (and recording) went by smoothly. He even had a few videos he could use for fillers. The four hours he spent with Jimin was not horrible at all. If anything, it was quite… enjoyable.

He decided that Park Jimin was less annoying now.

He was not entirely certain when he began to feel completely comfortable around Jimin, but he knew it did not take long enough to warm up to him. Gradually, he stopped talking rather formally to Jimin and started to jest around, well aware of how much he actually enjoyed hearing the laughter coming out from Jimin.

In fact, everything seemed to go so smoothly that Jeongguk felt worried. They managed to complete everything before the deadline, they have submitted their work early and all they needed to do was now prepare for the upcoming exhibition. Finishing early meant that they have time for other assignments.

Even after they were done, Jimin still never failed to greet them mornings and nights, asking them how their assignments went. Honestly, it baffled the hell out of Jeongguk because he was so used to not keeping any contact with his previous group members. Once a project is complete, so did their team. They were only there to work, not to connect emotionally. The change was refreshing that the spam of text messages from the group did not bother him anymore. It actually made Jeongguk went from completely silent, to the one who sent memes as a response.

A part of him was embarrassed of having terrible thoughts regarding his groupmates because now he came to a realization that he actually enjoyed their presence.

More specifically Jimin’s.

After everything was done and they were reaching the end of semester, Jimin insisted on having a celebration. Truth be told, Jeongguk was not big on social gatherings but after weeks of being with Jimin, he knew he was unable to say no.

Jeongguk found himself counting days to the celebration, a bit surprised at himself for feeling excited rather than dreading it. They went to a restaurant at first for dinner, but ended up going to the nearest club after Chaeyoung suggested. He swallowed, praying to the heavens that majority of them would decline but he could not help but to cave in when he saw how enthusiastic Jimin was when Chaeyoung brought it up.

Even before entering, music was already spilling out to the street and it felt as if heartbeats were on the loud speakers. It was not as crowded as Jeongguk had imagine, but there were still a lot than he would have liked. Most of them went straight to the dance floor, laughing and grinding against each other under the acid green lights. Jimin, however, strutted to the bar. Jeongguk only followed, knowing well that he would not be able to dance if there wasn’t any alcohol in his system.

The music only seemed to get louder by the second, and by the time Jeongguk sat next to Jimin, the blonde already gulped down three shots.

“Wow.” Jeongguk had to leaned it slightly and yell. “Slow down, Jimin.”

Jimin’s pretty lips curved upwards as he shook his head. Jeongguk watched as he took out his wallet, yelled at the bartender for one Zombie. Jeongguk have only drank beers from the convenience stores and a few sips of martini, so when Jimin had his drink delivered, he was a little bit in awe. It was served in a tall glass, bright red in colour with a lot of ice. Jimin ditched the straw, sipping them in one go. Jeongguk could not help but to stare in amazement.

“Jimin,” he called out, but the music drowned his voice. He tried again, practically screaming this time. “Jimin!!”

“Yeah?” Jimin answered.

“Are you okay?”

He could not hear Jimin’s reply, but from his lips Jeongguk could tell he was saying, “Grand.”

Jeongguk began to worry then when Jimin reached out for his wallet again, but Jeongguk stopped him and ordered water instead. He paid for the overcharged water bottles and handed one to Jimin. Jimin refused, shaking his head and pushing the bottle away.

The next thing Jeongguk knew, Jimin’s eyes widened in surprise and he abruptly clamped his lips shut. Jeongguk raised a brow in confusion before Jimin stood up from the stool, nearly toppling it in the process, then proceeded to frantically turn his head in search of something.

“Jimin, are you—” He was not given the chance to continue his sentence because Jimin dashed as soon as his eyes lit up. Bewildered, Jeongguk followed from behind, not before grabbing both water bottles.

Jimin ran to the bathroom, nearly colliding with a man who just came out of it, and Jeongguk had to apologize on his behalf. After profusely repeating his apologies and bowing to show sincerity, Jeongguk entered the bathroom and was immediately greeted with the sounds of Jimin retching.

The bathroom was a lot quieter; the music was barely heard inside the pristine white walls. Jeongguk approached the stall with an open door to find Jimin was kneeling on the floor, head bowing near the toilet bowl.

“Oh, Jimin,” Jeongguk sighed before kneeling next to him, trying his best not to breathe through his nostrils.

He gently caressed Jimin’s back as Jimin heaved. Once Jimin was done, Jeongguk offered him water, which Jimin gladly took. Jimin flushed before leaning meekly against the partition, lips swollen, nose red and his eyes teary. Jeongguk offered a sympathetic smile as Jimin sniffed.

“Are you okay?”

Jimin took a sip instead of answering, his eyes avoiding Jeongguk.

Jeongguk let the question hang in the air, not wanting to force an answer out of Jimin.

Jimin had a distant look on his face, and Jeongguk understood that there was something that was troubling him.

After a while, Jimin finally spoke. “Not quite.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

Jimin bit his lower lip, eyes softening as he lowered his gaze. “Not really,” he answered.

“That’s okay. We can talk about something else then. Or do you prefer to just sit on the dirty floor?”

Jimin’s lips cracked a smile Jeongguk did not know he missed. How could he missed Jimin’s smile when he had seen them more than the hair on his head?

“Thank you, Jeongguk.”

“For...?”

“For being here,” Jimin smiled. Oh boy, Jeongguk thought. Oh boy. “It really means a lot to me.”

Jeongguk had seen countless of smiles on Jimin’s face before but this one was different. His eyes did not crinkle in the corners, but his gaze on Jeongguk was soft and endearing. His smile did not reach his ears, but he knew it was genuine.

At that moment, sitting on the dirty checkered floor of a club he could not even pronounce, he was certain that he found the One.

vi.

Symptoms of falling in love according to the first website Google provided:

1. You can’t stop staring at them: check ✔

Of course, he could not stop staring at Jimin. He would not want to miss those smiles, the way Jimin would pout his lips sometimes when he spoke, how Jimin’s brows furrowed when he was thinking and the way Jimin’s eyes formed crescents and body vibrating when he laughed.

2. You want them to be happy: check ✔

Of course, he wanted Jimin to be happy. Jimin deserved everything good in the universe. Hell, Jeongguk would have swam the entire ocean and walk through fire just to see Jimin smile.

3. You always think about them: check ✔

Of course, he always thought of Jimin. The first thing he thought of after waking up? Jimin. The last thing he thought of before going to sleep? Jimin. Be it day or night, it was always Jimin, Jimin and Jimin. He was now a permanent resident in Jeongguk’s mind.

4. You’re OK with the gross stuff: check ✔

Of course, wasn’t it obvious? He would have left Jimin all by himself that night in the bathroom, but instead, he chose to stay and sat with Jimin to ensure Jimin was okay.

5. You love their quirks: check ✔

Of course, he did. Jimin’s quirks were adorable and undeniably, made his heart skipped a beat. He initiated skinship a lot, which Jeongguk did not mind, but whenever he put his hand behind Jeongguk’s nape, his thumb would create patterns. This only made Jeongguk lean in closer, his body tingling with every gentle movement his thumb made. Even his need of constant praises was endearing that Jeongguk found himself spilling praises after praises just for Jimin.

No longer was Jeongguk annoyed with his boisterous – and wonderful, if Jeongguk might add – voice and his invasion of Jeongguk’s personal face.

(And that was because he craved listening to Jimin talk and touches.)

6. You find yourself always talking about them: check ✔

Of course, he would talk about Jimin, what else was there to talk about? He first noticed when Yoongi mentioned how Jeongguk could not stop prattling about Jimin this, Jimin that. It was not as if he could stop himself.

7. You reread their text message: check ✔

Of course, he would reread Jimin’s text messages. They were cute, always full of emojis and they instantly lifted Jeongguk’s mood even just a little. In fact, he had Jimin’s text pinned.

8. You lose track of time and no amount of time spent with them is ever enough: check ✔

Of course, he could not be bothered checking the time when he was with Jimin. Spending just a few minutes with Jimin was better than not seeing him at all but he found himself yearning to have Jimin’s presence when they were apart.

9. You’ll happily jump through hoops without even thinking about it to be with them: check ✔

Of course, he would do anything to spend time with Jimin. He went to the club for fuck’s sake. He drank the bitter ass coffee despite knowing how much he hated it because Jimin dared him to. He lied about passing through the Science building when he was actually waiting for Jimin’s class to be over.

In conclusion: of fucking course he was truly, utterly and madly in love with Jimin.

vii.

Jeongguk was aware that the pros of being in love with a friend outweigh the cons.

For starters, he saw Jimin almost every day and unlike his previous crushes, he actually interacted with Jimin properly. As his dumb ass only realised of the feelings he had for Jimin at the end of the semester, he had to rack his brains to find out reasons to hang out with Jimin. It was easier on his part, as Jimin was friendly, so most of the time it was Jimin who invited him out.

Besides, being friends meant he was able to hold Jimin’s hand without being suspicious. Jimin’s hands were soft and they fit perfectly with his. His fingers were delicate that Jeongguk was afraid he might break them if he held onto Jimin’s hand too tightly.

They became attached to the hip when they began texting nonstop every day and night. But midnights were probably Jeongguk’s favourite because there was just something about the quiet, knowing that there were more eyes closed than open, that they started to get to know each other on an entirely different level. Their usual banters and meme exchange would transition to their deep thoughts and stories. Midnight conversations seemed to hold more weight, and knowing that Jimin chose to stay up to talk to him made him want to steal all the stars and gifted them to Jimin.

Jeongguk was the type to let his phone battery died before charging, but that habit was soon replaced by charging the device while texting Jimin.

But the cons of being in love with your friend? They’re your friend.

Jeongguk had never fall for a friend before, but he knew it had to be one of the worst things to experience. He was plagued with worries and anxious thoughts, always wondering if he was being way too obvious or if he seemed uninterested. To say that he would not want Jimin as a boyfriend would probably the biggest lie he ever told himself and Yoongi hyung.

“You should tell Jimin.”

“Hyung!” Jeongguk whined, hand slapping Yoongi’s arm playfully. “You know I can’t.”

As much as he wanted to, he could not. It was risky and Jimin probably only regard him as a friend. The shittiest thing about crushing on Jimin was how it made Jeongguk kept on dancing between the lines of wanting the whole world to know his humongous love for Jimin and losing Jimin. There was no doubt that Jimin was now one of the important people in Jeongguk’s life, and he could not simply bear the thought of losing Jimin simply because he could not control his feelings.

“If there’s one thing I learnt, Jeongguk, is that you either tell Jimin how you feel and the worst case scenario is that you fucked up, maybe you’ll lose what you have with him now, but from the stories I’ve heard, Jimin’s nice and he might still want to be friends,” Yoongi said, his demeanour completely changed. Jeongguk only stared at Yoongi, mind conjuring up images of Jimin rejecting him and it made him shudder.

Taking a deep breath, Yoongi continued, “Or you can say nothing, and it’ll fuck you up instead. Not gonna fucking lie, eventually you’ll lose him too. Knowing you, I’m sure you’ll end up avoiding him, which in turn, would hurt the both of you.”

Jeongguk gawked at him.

Yoongi hyung was right. And he would not give Yoongi hyung the satisfaction of him admitting that.

viii.

✉ From: Jimin remember that night when i hurled and you stayed by my side?

✉ To: Jimin how can i not the smell still lingered til this day :p

✉ From: Jimin fuck you ajsnsjs well i was going thru a ~difficult~ time sometimes i felt like out of place and that it’s my fault for the delay of testing the hosting but you guys were amazing, i am eternally grateful my other assignments were also a pain in the ass and i did not get along with my other teammates to add salt to the wound, i broke up with my boyfriend

✉ To: Jimin holy shit i have no idea & please jimin, it’s NOT ur fault. besides, we finished everything on time ur teammates is missing out & ur better off without ur boyfriend!!!! don’t be so hard on urself :(

✉ From: Jimin you make me tear up :”) thank you for staying by my side, jeongguk. i love you <3

ix.

Jimin had a boyfriend before, which was not surprising really, because who would not want to date Jimin? But hearing it from Jimin himself, Jeongguk could not help but felt a pang of jealousy in his chest. Sure, they were no longer together, but Jeongguk would still like to know who was the bastard who dared to hurt Jimin.

After tossing and turning for weeks, Jeongguk decided that he would confess once and for all.

They did not share any classes on the following semester, but they would still make time for each other. Spending more time with Jimin was both a blessing and a curse, it was as though he owned the world and yet his heart just kept on growing and growing in his chest, threatening to spill all his love for Jimin in the form of kisses and ‘I love you’s.

Most of the fanfictions he read had amazing yet unrealistic (for him to execute, yeah) confession scenes. There was one of Tony and Steve arguing and Tony ended it by accidentally saying that he loved Steve. It was cute, but Jeongguk and Jimin were not exactly enemies to lovers.

(Except that, in Jeongguk’s head, they kind of were. Although, the hatred was only one-sided.)

But Jeongguk knew for sure that he would not want to let Jimin know through text. There were a lot of memorable texts in their chat, and he would not want to feel upset when he scrolled through them in the future to find the texts of Jimin rejecting him amidst of it.

“You’re an idiot,” Yoongi voiced out as he stirred his ramen with the wooden chopsticks.

Offended, Jeongguk scoffed as he crossed his arms, glaring at Yoongi from where he was sitting. Yoongi ignored the daggers Jeongguk was throwing, instead he slurped the noodles.

“You’re the idiot,” Jeongguk countered childishly.

Yoongi licked his lips before he avowed, “You’re thinking too much. It should feel natural. You have to mean it, show him that you are serious.”

“You mean like… take him out on a fancy dinner or?”

“It doesn’t have to be like that. You can just text him right now, say that you wanna be more than friends, and that’s it.”

“Huh. How did you confess to Seokjin hyung then?”

Yoongi shrugged. “I didn’t. He did.”

When it happened, Jeongguk was not planning on it at all. They were having their usual midnight conversations again, and when the conversation seemed to shift into something less serious, Jeongguk had the urge to tell Jimin how much he meant to Jeongguk. He was driven to do so when Jimin ended his text with his usual ‘i love you <3’ that Jeongguk knew it was just a habit of his.

Gathering his courage, he asked:

✉ To: Jimin hey jimin can i call you?

Barely five seconds passed and yet Jeongguk was already sweating buckets. He was convinced that Jimin would not want to, maybe he had a feeling that this was about to happen and Jimin chose to turn off his phone. He saw the speech bubble, indicating that Jimin was typing, and he did not give Jimin the chance to send his text because he abruptly pressed on the green button.

It only took him one ring for Jimin to answer. As soon as he heard Jimin’s raspy, “Hello,” from the other line, his brain chose to empty all his thoughts. His mouth was drying, desperately trying to find the right words so he would not sound like a creep.

“I love you,” he blurted out.

Jimin let out a giggle before answering, “I love you too.”

“No, no, I mean,” he licked his lips, gripping on his phone even tighter. “I love you like I love love you. I love you as in I would drive you to the moon. I love you as in I wanna hold your hand and never let it go. I love you as in I would bring you breakfast in bed, if you’d let me. I love you as in—” he took a deep breath, internally wincing at how his voice was so shaky, courtesy of his heart hammering wildly against his chest, “— I only watched Frozen despite hating it because it was with you, and that is better than not spending a few minutes without you.”

“Oh.”

Jeongguk could not tell what Jimin was feeling from the tone of his voice.

Disappointed? Congratulations, Jeon Jeongguk, you just ruined a friendship that could’ve lasted a lifetime.

Angry? Jeon Jeongguk, you dumbass, why the fuck do you have to go and develop feelings?

Jeongguk wanted to throw his phone to the nearest wall, the silence from the other line was suffocating him. He was certain that he had just ruined one of the best things that ever happened to him. This was what he got for listening to Yoongi hyung again. Confess, he said. It won’t be that bad, he said.

“Jeongguk, I—”

I’m sorry. I can’t. We’re just friends.

Jeongguk screwed his eyes shut, biting his lower lips. He waited for the rejection to hit him like a punch. It was inevitable after all.

“— I’m glad. I’m glad you feel the same way.”

“Eh?” Jeongguk blinked, straightening his back. Were his ears defying him?

He heard Jimin huffed a weak laugh. “I love you too, love as in when I close my eyes, all I see is you.”

“Oh.” Warmth and embarrassment flooded through Jeongguk at once. He cleared his throat. “Well, okay, then. I’m gonna hang up.”

“Wait! You’re gonna hang up on me? After I confess my love for you?”

He could see Jimin slyly grinning now, probably enjoying the situation more than he should. Jeongguk chortled, “What else do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know…” Jimin sighed, but he was unmistakably smiling. “Maybe you can ask me out?”

“Hm,” Jeongguk pretended to ponder, his heart swelling. His hands were shaking and the drowsiness he felt earlier subsided, swapped by the sudden surge of happiness he felt in his veins. “Maybe tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.”

Jimin giggled again, causing Jeongguk to bit his lower lip to tamper the smile that was threatening to take over.

“I’ll be waiting then.”

That night, Jeongguk did not sleep at all. How could he, when reality was finally better than his dreams?

xi.

“When did you know?” Jimin asked. He scooted closer to Jeongguk, resting his head on Jeongguk’s shoulder.

Jeongguk hummed, wrapping an arm around Jimin. “Know what?”

“Know that you’re in love with me,” Jimin whispered, sounding bashful as he nuzzled his nose against the crook of Jeongguk’s neck.

“Oh, that,” Jeongguk murmured. He twisted his lips to the side, slightly ashamed and reluctant to tell Jimin. “That night at the club.”

“Yuck!” Jimin giggled, reeling his head back in surprise before playfully hitting Jeongguk’s chest. “That night? I was on my worst, oh my god. I was puking, for God’s sake!”

Jeongguk laughed, shaking his head in embarrassment. “I mean, I’m pretty sure I had some feelings way before that but that night, I just knew, you know.”

Jimin scoffed. “Out of all times and places…”

“What about you?” Jeongguk asked, turning towards his boyfriend. “When did you know?”

“Did you know why I broke up with my ex back then?”

Jeongguk grimaced, he was not fond of Jimin’s exes. Up until now, he still had no idea who it was.

“Because, well, this is embarrassing. I had a crush on you. Initially, I thought it was dumb of me to throw away a relationship over something that was not certain. But that night, when you chose to comfort me and stayed by me, even when I was at my worst, that’s when I knew that I…” Jimin shifted his gaze elsewhere, pretending to be interested at the bowl on the coffee table. He reached out, grabbing the bowl and picked on the popcorns.

“Holy shit… at the same time? Really?”

Jimin shrugged, holding the bowl closer to him before he lifted Jeongguk’s arm to rest against his shoulders.

“You know,” Jeongguk mumbled before planting a kiss on the back of Jimin’s head. “We don’t have to watch this. I know you don’t like The Walking Dead.”

“’Course I don’t,” Jimin replied, munching on a popcorn. “But I’d watch this with you. I mean, it’s better than not spending a minute with you.”

“God, I hate you.”

Jeongguk knew Jimin would never miss the opportunity to make fun of Jeongguk’s confession, and although it was humiliating, a part of him was glad that Jimin did.

xii.

This was how Jeon Jeongguk’s wedding vow went:

“Jimin, I used to believe that I would hear bells when I first met my soulmate. Instead, all I heard was your deafening laughter in class, which now I have come to love. You are the kindest person I’ve ever met, you are gentle in everything you do and I think that’s the most beautiful thing a person can be.

Thank you for staying with me, for being by my side. Thank you for bringing sunshine and colours to my life, for always believing in me, for never giving up on me even after I accidentally ruined the ikea shelf. Thank you for giving me the best version of myself.

I promise to make you laugh when you’re taking yourself too seriously, to care for you and to have Disney marathon without skipping Frozen with you. I promise to love you unconditionally. You are the sunlight that rose again in my life, reincarnation of my childhood dreams, my soulmate.”

#jikook #kookmin #jikook fanfic #kookmin fanfic #kfk: oneshot

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I can’t be honest (but neither can you) || Changkyun/Reader (m)

➣ I cannot believe this is my first contribution to Monsta X, this is really how I’m entering the writing side of this fandom OTL Also hello idk how to write short summaries?? I proof-read this at 4:30 AM so please tell me if I missed something lol. Fair warning I switch P.O.V.’s often in this and with absolutely no regard to any writing rules

➣ Changkyun/Reader | Angst[?] with a surprisingly happy ending that I didn’t mean to write | Showcases some bad coping mechanisms from both he and the reader | Mentioned Wonho/Reader, but it’s purely platonic in a sexual way | Smut warnings include: mentions of choking, pegging, fingering, mentions of a ruined sexual scene, sort of self-imposed edging if you squint, hair-pulling, facesitting

➣ It’s been almost a year since he called off the relationship and your name still tastes like a mixture between sugar and ash on his tongue when he says it, your picture is still saved in his camera roll, and he’s taken the plunge these last few months to reach out to you to be friends again. His hyungs tell him it’s a bad idea, and he tells them he knows, because he does, really, he swears he does. It’s just that his heart soars when he gets to talk to you and he can’t remember why he was ever scared of letting you in past that last wall he’d put up, and he’s going to your place and he hates himself because instead of “I love you” he says “please fuck me” and even now he can’t be honest to you about his feelings.

“I want you to fuck me.” He’s standing at your door, speaking in English with that deep voice of his, and you just blink blankly at him - he hadn’t called or texted to say he was coming over, and to be completely honest you hadn’t seen him in over a week. The silence is uncomfortable, but his eyes are intense, and he refuses to shift shyly under your blank stare.

“..well, come in I guess.” You invite him in with raised eyebrows - he goes easily, knowing your apartment like his own home. It’s been almost a year since you two broke up, but he hasn’t forgotten anything. That same stupid plant he hated was still on your table. He had no idea how it was still alive.

“So.. we aren’t together anymore, we haven’t hung out in a while, but you decided I’m the person you want to fuck you. Suddenly.” Your tone of voice conveys your lack of belief - this sort of feels like some very strange joke, but you have no idea who’d ever come up with one like this.

“You fuck Wonho-hyung all the time, and you aren’t dating him, so why can’t you fuck me?” His words are said in a rush, the first sign of nervousness, and you cross your arms and cock a hip. It’s your default power-pose, lets you feel like you’re in control when you have no idea what’s going on.

‘Is that really all it is?’ you want to ask, but you stay silent. He doesn’t seem aware that when you’re with Hoseok it’s more for the other man’s emotional well-being than it was just to get laid. Sometimes people needed to be broken apart and pieced back together lovingly just to feel okay. For Hoseok, you were a friend he trusted enough to let break him and then take care of the pieces that remained shattered on the floor.

“If you tell me why then maybe.”

“I’m not doing shit for a maybe.” He fires back instantly, gaze narrowing. His shoulders have tensed and he’s widened his stance, an unconscious reaction to the way your own body language had changed. Whether he actually felt it or not, at a subconscious level he believed he was being threatened.

You step forward and snag him by the forearm - the fight goes out of him instantly, replaced by pure innocent confusion as you lead him to your bed. He notices dully that you’ve redecorated your bedroom - though it makes sense considering he was the one who had helped you liven it up before.

“Sit - and try to relax. All the muscles in your shoulders are tensing up.” Your words have the opposite affect you wanted them to have - he tenses more, seemingly thrown off by your care, your notice of his minute actions.

You watch the way his gaze drifts over your room – it catches and lingers on a group picture of you and the rest of his group, tucked safely into the frame of your vanity mirror.

It’s a nice picture, though you really don’t remember taking it. You’re fairly certain everyone was drunk though, since you’ve got your arm thrown around Minhyuk’s shoulders in it, pressing your cheek against his.

It’s cute, even if looking at it is bittersweet. You can see the question on his face, the ‘why did you keep this?’.

“It’s not like I stopped being friends with them just because we broke up.” You feel defensive over your choice, face heating – you weren’t even near him in the picture, on completely opposite sides in it. He just murmurs a soft “oh” that sounds dejected, and you desperately don’t want to think about it.

“Anyway –“ You’re desperate to move on at this point, and he seems to feel the same because his attention snaps back to you. “You’re not really in a position here to argue and make demands, but fine -“ It was just sex, right? For you, anyway. “I can’t literally right now, I have a class in 30 minutes, but if you tell me why then we can negotiate.” You feel like some sort of fucking dealer.

He seems vaguely surprised you’ve agreed so easily, but he works his jaw and tries to figure out how to explain his reasoning to you - whatever it may be. You let him think and go in search of your computer bag. Online classes were a pain, especially those that required attendance in the form of a webcam. The bag has been thrown into a corner of your room, and you sigh and bend down to begin your annoying search.

“Well, we’re not together anymore, so..” You crane your neck to look at him, even as you continue to rummage through your backpack for your computer cord. Damn thing was in there somewhere, you knew. “I don’t have to worry about what you think of me anymore?”

He finishes his statement with an accidental upwards inflection that turns it into a question, and your hands pause before you turn back around and continue searching, mulling over your word choice carefully. ‘You never had to worry’ sits on your tongue, something that is desperate to be said, but you swallow it back down. He wouldn’t believe you and it’d cool the current mood.

“I see.” You finally settle on, standing and popping your vertebrae back into place as your prize - the fucking charging cord - dangles from your hands. Your two words could convey many meanings, and you can see from your peripheral that his brow has furrowed. It’s not the answer he was expecting, though you think he probably didn’t know what he’d been expecting in the first place. “Then - what is it you want?”

“For you to fuck me.” He answers again, and then swallows as he notices your blank stare has returned.

“I know that, you said that. I meant what specifically are you looking to get out of this?”

“I want it to hurt.” His words make your breath catch in your throat, emotions swinging between vaguely turned on and worried. Sure, he’d had some masochistic tendencies in bed before, but - “I mean - I don’t – not physically -“ He’s switched to Korean in the wake of your silence, a comfort language, and you wonder if he even realizes he’s done it.

“Okay.” You respond simply in Korean back and he stops his rambling, just blinks at you. You see the tension finally start to drain out of his shoulders and switch back to English purely for your own sake, because it was easier, definitely not because you wanted to be able to hear his voice speaking your native language. “So long as you promise to use safewords, I won’t ask. I’m not your therapist and I’m not -“

“My girlfriend.” He finishes your sentence quietly, back to English as well, and your mouth goes dry.

“And I’m not here to judge you.” You remedy - you weren’t going to mention anything about your past relationship, and he looks away quickly at that realization. “You mentioned Hoseok -“ His hand twitches at his side when you call his hyung by his real name, but you mercifully don’t call him on this. Maybe this was a bad idea, but you’ve gone this long purely on the denial that he regrets breaking up with you, and it’s too late to stop that now. “- so I’m going to treat this situation exactly like that.”

“Okay?” Changkyun has no idea what that means, his fingers curling into your bedspread. You check the time - 20 minutes until class.

“I’m your friend, and I want to help you. This doesn’t change anything between us, this doesn’t add some extra dynamic, some extra layer.” Your voice has gone business mode and he’s stiffened his back at it, an ingrained response from being in the music industry for so long. “I’m not doing this just because I want sex - if you are, that’s fine, but I’m just doing this to help you out. Is that clear?” He nods once, eyes wide. You think he’s cute. You’ve always thought he was cute, and it reminds you of how cute turned into smitten and smitten turned into perfection and perfection turned into love and love - well, he ended love. “Changkyun - do you promise this is just about sex or release of some kind and nothing else?”

Your tone had softened, and he’d been let out of whatever thrall your no-nonsense voice had put him into. The question hangs in the air heavily, dripping of a nectar so sweet it’s sickening.

“Yes. I promise.” His voice is hoarse, cracking and quiet - and you think he’s lying.

But you’ve held on to your denial for so long. He had said before that the spark was just gone - and what were you supposed to say to that? It wasn’t his fault; people fell out of love all the time. You could barely believe he’d ever been interested in you from the beginning and you refused to believe you were worth falling in love with for a second time. The fact that you had managed to remain friends is more than you could have ever hoped for.

“Okay.” You repeat his assurance, more for your own benefit than his. The room is quiet, and thunder rolls in the distance. Fuck - a storm meant spotty WiFi for your class.

You check the time again - 15 minutes.

“We can use the stoplight system -“ His gaze has blanked so you take the time to roughly translate it into Korean, explaining until his brow smooths out, and then you’re back to English. “Aside from that, though, I need to know what you’re interested in, what you want to happen or don’t want to happen. You can hang out here if you want during my class, or leave, I don’t care - but take the time to think over what it is you want in this session.” Your words are too clinical, you know this, but you can’t keep yourself from doing it that way. You know most of the things he’s into and not into, but if you don’t take this route then it all feels too intimate. Besides, he’d always kept a very careful hold of how much control he’d let go around you before, never wanting to slip too far into subspace, always wanting to seem in command, even when subbing for you. You wonder if that’s changed. You certainly don’t remember him ever blatantly asking outright to have something done to him before.

Memories flash across your mind eye, his back covered in your scratch marks, the way he moaned brokenly when you pulled on his hair, the way he came when you pressed your fingers to his throat. But he never asked for any of it - you had to ask if it was okay to do to him, and he always brushed off any of your attempts of aftercare.

You swallow again, feeling vaguely sick. Things had been broken in your relationship long before he called it off, but neither one of you wanted to admit it. Your heart hurts for multiple reasons, but when you glance at him out of the corner of your eye you know the biggest one: ‘I hope I didn’t hurt him by not talking about it’.

But he didn’t talk about it either. Did he care about whether it hurt you?

“Is that okay?” He’s been talking to you, and you startle out of your thoughts - a half-formed little smirk dances at the corners of his lips, one eyebrow quirked in amusement. He knows you well enough to know when you’ve been drifting. “I said, I’ll stay here if that’s alright with you.”

“Yeah, it’s fine - sorry, was just.. thinking.” It doesn’t really surprise you that he’s decided to stay - he’s confident to a fault, it’s true, but there’s a slash of shyness that strikes through his character, and you know that if he left he might not be able to come back. The thunder rumbles in agreement.

You half-watch him as you set up your computer on the coffee table – he’s looking around your apartment with thinly veiled curiosity, though you don’t really blame him. It didn’t really look anything like when you two had been together, and yet.. you felt it still had his subtle touch all over it. You wondered if he noticed that.

The class is boring, as it usually is – you’re watching the screen but your mind is far away, listening to your admittedly enthusiastic professor talk about the hyoid bone and articulations while your focus is on Changkyun. He lingers around you with a nervous type of energy, clearly not feeling allowed to roam around your apartment (it’d be kind of weird if he had, you admit) but also not feeling comfortable enough to sit on the couch next to you, even if he would have been off camera.

It’s almost like it was before, and you half expect him to sit down next to you anyway and throw his arm around your shoulder, always just off-screen, sitting next to you during your classes while he amused himself with his phone, just so he could be near you.

You’re just about to be able to feel the phantom warmth from the memory of his arm around you before he coughs and you startle, eyes snapping to him – he looks back wide-eyed, not understanding your surprise but murmuring a quiet apology anyway.

God you were so fucked.

.｡..｡.

“So?” The instant your class had ended you’d snapped the computer lid shut – you hadn’t retained a single thing said, what a complete waste. It wouldn’t have mattered if you’d skipped and focused on Changkyun in the end after all. “Did you decide on what you wanted?”

You’re so flippant with your question that he feels like he’s being asked about what it is he wants to eat instead of how he wants to have sex – the entire hour of your class he’d been nervous, and those nerves had by now tightened into a very tight ball at the base of his spine that periodically sent white-hot flames licking along his muscles.

“I –“ His mouth is so fucking dry and he hates how small he suddenly feels – he’d never felt like this around you before, but usually it had always been you asking if you could do something to him, hadn’t it? “I said it earlier. I want you to fuck me.”

He watches your reaction with pin-point precision – the small widening of your eyes, the way your gaze darts to the side like it always did when you were thinking something over – it wasn’t like you hadn’t ever fucked him before, but he’d never asked you to do so, and you clearly hadn’t expected him to come out with something like that so easily.

Why the hell could he say something like that and not something as simple as ‘I love you’, or even ‘I miss you’?

“Okay.” You’ve wrested your thoughts back under control – it wasn’t fair of him to say something like that, looking so utterly and effortlessly attractive. “As long as there’s no kissing I’ll fuck you any way you like, Changkyun.” You were over him and he was over you and this was just sex.

If you said it enough you’d start to believe it, right?

Changkyun just nods at your terms, looking a bit despondent – you can’t help the strong surge within you that says to fix it, fix whatever upset him, but you have a feeling you knew already. He’d always been a bit fixated on kissing you, but you knew if you let him this time then it’d all be over.

“I don’t remember you ever falling this far into the ‘submissive’ side of things, Changkyun.” You’re desperate to regain the upper-hand, and he flushes a bright red at your comment, grumbling out a weak “shut up” that has you smiling.

“Have you been experimenting?” You’re still teasing him but he bristles at the insinuation that he would have been with anyone after you – you had no reason to think he hadn’t been but the mere thought of being with anyone other than you makes him ache deep in his chest, in his soul.

“No.” He tries to keep his voice calm, but it wavers still and he digs his fingernails into the soft leather of his belt, pausing. “I haven’t been with anyone since –“

He can’t say it, but you understand regardless – he doesn’t like how surprised you look, ducks his head and lets his hair obscure his view of you as he refocuses on undressing. It’s not that you’d been wrong to be surprised with his decision for today, either – before you, he’d never really definitively considered himself particularly dominant or submissive, happy with having the choice to be either at the drop of a hat. That changed with you though – you had been so uncompromising with your power, beautiful and self-assured, and he knew without a doubt that if you so much as even hinted at it he would be on his knees for you every single time.

Not that he had ever told you that, of course. He’d never told you anything he really wanted to. Even now, with you looking at him softly, trying to see if you’d crossed a line with your little teasing jabs, the words ‘I’m happy being this for you’ get stuck in his throat and all he can do is tug his shirt over his head wordlessly, fingernails clicking nervously at his belt as he undoes it. You pretend not to notice the way your heartrate accelerates as he reveals his body bit by bit to you, slender waist but powerful figure, beautiful skin, beautiful body.

“Well, then – lie down.” You gesture to your bed and he swallows down the stupid fucking butterflies he gets at the gesture – he’d been on your bed before, he’d been in this position before, there was absolutely nothing to be nervous about.

And still, despite his nerves, a pleasurable chill runs down his spine when he hears the cap of the lube being clicked open, and he forces himself to exhale as he shifts and tries to get comfortable on a comforter he no longer recognized, in a room that had no trace of him in it anymore.

You look at him with a level gaze, always so calm, and he ignores the erratic beating of his heart and nods his assent for you to begin, immediately shifting his gaze to your ceiling.

Why the fuck was he so goddamn nervous?

(He tries to forget the way he instantly whimpers when he feels your finger, slick with lube, probing at his rim, tries to forget the way he gets hard in under a minute from your heavy gaze and one finger alone, and god he aches for more, aches for anything you’re willing to give him.)

“You’re taking this awfully well.” The teasing comes out unbidden, spilling past your lips before you can even think about the words – but it’s true, for someone who had claimed to not have been with anyone since you he was taking your fingers incredibly well.

“My own hands – fuck – exist..” His snarky response turns into a shaky moan halfway through when you decide to carefully – but quickly – add a third finger. There’s something erotic (and interesting) to you about that, thinking over the fact that Changkyun had been finger-fucking himself ever since you two broke up.

“You look good like this.” It’s an attempt to make up for the previous teasing but all it does is cause him to groan and throw a forearm over his eyes, legs spreading wider when you hit that spot deep inside.

“Fuck, jesus – fuck..” It’s a broken sob instead of an actual sentence (though he manages to stick with English), a familiar feeling already building deep in his gut. He’s not sure if it’s because it’s been so long since he’d been fingered by someone else or if it’s because it’s you doing it, complimenting him while doing so, or if it’s a combination of everything, but his back arches against his will and he knows he is seconds away from coming undone already.

“Stop – stop, oh my god –“ At his desperate plea you stop moving completely and he wants to sob as the pleasurable feeling slowly ebbs away, an almost painful drag as it settles back into a dull burn. He’s gasping, tiny whimpering sounds as he sucks breath back into his lungs, chest heaving – his eyes are wide, fingers curling into your comforter. He looks frantic, frightened almost, and even if it wasn’t your responsibility you knew you’d be desperate to fix it.

“Changkyun, ar –“

“I’m fine.” He bites it out angrily, doing his absolute best to look like he had been anything but moments away from an orgasm five minutes into.. whatever this was. He’s shutting you out again, before anything even begins, and it fills you with such an irrational anger that you have to suck in a breath of your own to keep from lashing out, taking gentle care to extract your fingers even as your blood boils.

“Stop fucking lying to me.” You can’t keep the ice from your words, even if you manage to control the volume and pitch – his dark eyes snap from the ceiling to you in surprise. There’s a panicked feeling bubbling up in his chest, because he really doesn’t know if he can handle you calling him on his true feelings for you right now, doesn’t want to have to admit he still loves you while he’s naked and so vulnerable.

“I’m not –“

“Stop it.” His mouth shuts with an audible click of his teeth, so sudden is your cut-in. Your brow has smoothed out, no longer angry, instead immensely sad, and he’s not sure this is any better. “You said you wanted to do this because you didn’t have to worry about my opinion. So why are you still doing it?”

He can’t breathe, and the lube is drying sticky on your fingers, and for a moment neither of you are aware of the position you’re in, the way the thunder has become your constant background music – he’s looking at you unblinkingly and you’re staring back, and it’s too intimate, too much, but neither of you look away.

“Please stop.” He speaks and it’s barely a whisper, the sound of someone’s heart breaking louder than his voice. You don’t know what to say but open your mouth anyway.

Lightning flickers outside your bedroom window and then your apartment is shaking from the resounding thunder, the power flickering and then plunging the two of you into darkness. Suddenly you can breathe again, and you’re quickly trying to slide out from in between his legs because he said ‘stop’ and he was fully coherent even if he hadn’t said ‘red’, because he said ‘stop’ and you have only ever wanted him comfortable.

“Wait –“ He is frantic, grabs your forearm with frigid fingers as he leans half off your bed to catch you from retreating too far. It’s hard to see him but you get flashes from the light outside your window, electricity reflecting off his dark eyes in starbursts.

“You said to stop.” Your voice is broken and you feel so powerless, sick inside because while you rarely manage to ruin a scene it still tears you up inside each time, and Changkyun wouldn’t let you try to fix it with aftercare and you don’t know what to do anymore.

“I meant –“ Stop talking, stop laying me bare and open, just fuck me and make me forget everything, stop being you so I can stop loving you. “I just want to be ruined.” He says instead, and his voice is so low but so weak that you barely recognize it.

“I can’t do that if you don’t let me.” Your clean fingers curl around his and gently pry them from your arm – but then you keep holding them, and you want to let go but you can’t remember how to tell your body to do so. “Will you let me, Changkyun?”

The air is still and silent aside from the rain slashing angrily at your windows – there is no thunder, your own heartbeat loud enough (or maybe it was his, you didn’t know anymore).

“I want to.” He answers instead, voice quiet but a bit stronger than before, and your eyes have adjusted so you can see the features of his face vaguely now, follow the line of his brow to his cheek to his lips, and you’re leaning in and you hate yourself because you had promised this was the one thing you wouldn’t do.

“Let me wreck you then, baby.” And oh that nickname was a mistake but you’d said it anyway, a ghost of a whisper against his lips, a proposition and a plea all in one. He moves forward the last centimeter and connects your lips as an answer, a sound that is almost one of pure relief being ripped from his throat.

It’s like he’s been waiting years for this moment, doesn’t even fight as you grip his jaw lightly and angle him into a better position so you can scope out the inside of his mouth with your tongue, relearning things you had known long ago but had thought were forgotten.

There’s a flighty feeling in his chest, one of nervousness and expectation – he doesn’t want to give you control so easily, he doesn’t want to be opened and laid bare in front of you, he doesn’t want you to see something you dislike in him – but more than anything he wants you to touch him and keep kissing him and god he fucking misses you, has missed this. He’d asked you to ruin him, you’d asked to wreck him, but he knew he was already both ruined and wrecked just from being near you again, from having your lips on his own.

You try to slide your hands back down his body but he stops you, continues to kiss you as his fingers curl around your own, and the act is so intimate it almost feels wrong.

“Just – hurry up, I’m ready enough.” He manages to say scattered between four different kisses, never apart from your lips for more than a few seconds. You hate yourself for not even trying to stop him, leaning into them each time.

“You can stretch yourself some more while I get ready.” You have to pull away from him completely to say this, and he follows you like you’ve got some magnetic pull on him before you’re off of the bed and the connection is broken.

Even with your eyes adjusted it’s hard to properly get the harness on, fingers fumbling with the straps but managing in the end. You can hear him breathing harsh, anticipating – you can tell from the sounds alone that he hadn’t taken your advice, but you’re not surprised. Always your little pain slut, even if he had never wanted to admit it.

When you approach him again his eyes are wide, brow furrowing as he notices you’re still fully clothed – he keeps his mouth shut tight though, gaze darting in the dark. The storm still rages on outside but neither of you even notice it anymore.

Your fingers on the inside of his thigh startle him – he jumps, trying to close his legs, but you force them back open again. Something about that simple action makes a moan trickle into his throat, but he swallows it back down stubbornly.

He can’t conceal the next sound he makes when you press the blunt tip of the strap-on to his opening, though, a rasping whine as you push in slowly, so fucking slowly. Even with all the lube he knew you’d slathered over the toy it still takes a bit of work to get it into him, and every slight stretch makes him grit his teeth in a masochistic type of pleasure, feeling so full by the end that it makes him so painfully hard his head spins. It hadn’t taken long to get him worked back up, but he’s not really thinking about that right now.

All he knows is that he wants to be close to you, wants to feel good, wants to make you happy – he wants so much that he doesn’t think he can even begin to put any of it into words. It always ends up at ‘I love you’ and he already knew that was a phrase that lodged in his throat like knives.

“Please.” This he can say – you don’t know what he’s begging for but he’s begging all the same, the word ‘please’ becoming a chant that slowly shifts back into his native tongue when teeth mark his throat, fingertips pressing insistently into his hips as you fuck him hard and rough. He hopes, distantly, that it bruises. He wants to be able to remember this for as long as possible.

If he was present enough in the moment he might have been embarrassed by the sounds he was making – his naturally deep voice has transformed completely into high breathy whines, all trace of his ‘savage rapper’ persona gone when you bite his lip hard enough it throbs before you’re flipping him, pushing his shoulders down into the bed with one hand.

The feeling of your palm, small but blindingly warm on his back, makes him weak enough that his thoughts stutter, head a chaotic mess of fractured thoughts and sensations. His eyes are open but unfocused – it’s dark in the room anyway, but he’s unaware of it, cognizant only of your presence and his, that warm fuzzy feeling in his chest competing with the white-hot fire you were stoking lower in his pelvis.

You want to cry at how beautiful and perfect he is for you, the way he arches his back instinctively, presents himself as your own personal plaything – but he wasn’t yours, you had to remember that, remind yourself over and over that this was just sex. (If you repeated it enough it started to stop sounding like real words, and that was equally as dangerous as forgetting them in the first place.)

The head of the strap-on teases his entrance and he groans, clenching his fists into your pillow – you’d taken it out when you’d flipped him and he was fighting against every fucking urge and want and need his body was screaming at him to just take the plunge and force himself backwards. (But another part of his brain is telling him to wait, to make you happy, to draw this out as long as fucking possible because he has no idea if he’ll ever get to experience it again.)

“Can you tell me what you want?” Your voice is soft as silk, quiet, and a fluttery feeling rises up in his stomach at the sound, at how you’ve modified an order to be a request. He doesn’t know how he feels at the realization that you were taking it ‘easier’ on him verbally, that you had at some point come to understand he was having trouble letting go completely.

“I –“ He tries, he really fucking does, but like always the words get stuck in his throat. He just can’t seem to bring himself to admit what he really wants out loud and it is destroying him. One of your hands smooths down his side, lingering at his hip, and he feels like you’ve left behind a line of pure fire on his skin, almost burning away the shame and hatred he feels at himself for his fucking inability to be vulnerable, his cowardice.

“Just fuck me.” He says instead, defeat coating his words – and he can feel you hesitating, because it was obvious he’d meant to say something else and hadn’t.

He opens his mouth to say something, though he has no idea what, at the same instant you decide to slide the strap-on back into him. Whatever he’d been planning to do is gone from his mind instantly, his world reduced to just the dull burn, the frustratingly slow drag against his innermost walls, the way you manage to somehow brush up against the spot that has him trembling and dropping to his forearms. He curses in a strange mixture of Korean and English and you laugh softly at the sound, even as you slide out and thrust back into him hard enough that he jolts forward.

He feels, in a sense, like he is being broken in all the best ways – all he can focus on is you, all he can feel is the way you’re fucking him, grabbing at his hips. His breath is caught in his throat and he just knows he is going to ache later, bone-deep and satisfying.

But it’s not enough, never enough – you’re not asking to do more to him like you had in the past and he can’t manage to tell you what he desires most (though, at this point, he’s not totally sure he could say anything coherent anyway). He reaches back with one hand, groping – your fingers wrap around his and he drags them up to his hair, a wordless plea. He hopes you understand what he’s asking for.

A broken moan is ripped from his throat when you fist your hand in dark strands and pull backward, forcing him into an arch – his mind has blanked into varying shades of white, electricity on his skin and molten lava running through his veins, your heat against his back overwhelming.

You know it’s a bad idea before you do it, but you lean down and press you lips to his shoulder anyway, teeth scraping over feverish skin – the hoarse whine he gives at the feeling makes wetness pool between your legs, uncomfortable and wrong because this was just sex, this was just supposed to be for him.

The urge to mark him up is so strong it’s almost distracting – your hips falter in the bruising pace you’d set as your mind drifts, Changkyun groaning at the sudden shift in speed.

“Let me –“ He’s gasping, feels like he’s been running a fucking marathon or drowning (and oh, he has, drowning in you, in his expansive and terrifying feelings for you) but he knows your hips have to be sore by now and to be completely honest he is just downright greedy, wanting to feel you deep inside, wanting to –

He just wants so much. He reaches back to press at you gently and you let him move you instantly, trying to figure out what had bothered him – as soon as you realize he just wants a change in position you’re grabbing at his hips again, tugging him over your legs. His cock drags against the fabric of your shorts and he nearly sucks in a breath, trying to focus on lining himself up instead of the way it throbbed (or the way you were looking at him, hair splayed out on the pillow and yet so in command still).

He thinks he should feel more in control like this, on top of you, hands braced on your shoulders – but he doesn’t, not at all, and he knows instantly that he isn’t when you snap your hips up to meet his and he falls onto you, moan vibrating against the skin of your neck. He can feel your fingers in his hair, nails scraping against his scalp, can feel the infuriatingly teasing way his cock is rubbing up against your fucking shirt you never took off. It’s gone untouched for so long that it’s absolutely aching by now and he thinks he might actually be able to orgasm like this – but he doesn’t want to, not yet, even with how border-line painful its become. He doesn’t want this to end, doesn’t want to have to go back to a world without you in it.

His hips stutter on top of yours when you tug on his hair again, grinding hard against the strap-on, and you lift his face high enough you can press your lips to his, all hot breath and panted moans. He tastes of honey and heartbreak and you want nothing more than to make him cum and fall apart, trembling, on top of you.

“Am I ruining you properly, baby?” Your voice is dark red and sinful, and he trembles at the sound and tries to seek out your lips again, a whine lodged in his throat when you tighten your grip on his hair and keep him in place, rolling your hips languidly up to meet his frantic movements. “Tell me.”

“Fuck..” He responds instead, deep and rough in his chest – it cracks into a high moan when you punish him with a harsh upwards thrust, fingers curling into your shoulders. Your soft laugh, amused or delighted he’s not sure, makes a feeling like electric butterflies break out across his skin. If you had let go of his hair he’d have buried his face into your neck again to hide his expression – but you haven’t, and he knows you can see everything, every part of him, every expression he makes.

He thinks he must look stupid, embarrassing – but all you see is pure beauty. His brow has furrowed and sweat drips down to his collarbones, bruised lips parted slightly, glistening from where you’d kissed him earlier. Hazy eyes try to look anywhere but your face failingly, allowing you to see the foggy galaxy residing in their darkness. You’re not sure if what you’re seeing is his pupil or iris, but you find it gorgeous all the same, intoxicating.

“I’m going to make you cum, Kyunnie.” He shakes at your dangerous words, your knife-sharp gaze. You’re aware he never responded to your last question. “You’ll fall apart up there, ruined, just like you asked to be.”

Your words wrap around him, coiling tightly like chains – he feels caught, trapped, and he wants nothing more than for you to make good on your word, even if it sends a sharp trill of fear through his stomach.

The grip on his hair lets go suddenly and he sags forward, as if your pull on him had been all that was keeping him upright. He’s left a mess of pre-cum on your shirt, flushes a dark red when you drag your fingers through it thoughtfully.

“Messy boy..” You muse, heat spreading through you when you see the way his cock jerks at those two simple words, so red and aching, so fucking beautiful and desperate.

Fuck, you wanted so badly for him to be yours.

One of his hands flies to your wrist when you finally wrap your fingers around him – more of his weight is on you now but you can’t find it in yourself to mind, not with the way he’s breathing hot and wet against your neck, the way he doesn’t stop you when you move your hand, just clings to your arm desperately like he’s not totally sure he wants to be touched yet.

A choked sound leaves his mouth, lips bitten bloody, and you turn your head so you can breathe against his ear, let him press his face further into your neck. “Such a little whore..” You murmur, and he sobs open-mouthed against your skin and thrusts weakly into your fingers and then back onto the strap-on, unsure of which feeling he wanted more of. “So beautiful. So perfect.”

A part of him feels like he’s dying, unsure if he was really okay with being so vulnerable with you – but another part of him, the larger part, feels like he is fucking soaring, like this is all he had ever wanted and more. There are flames licking at his body, coiling tighter and tighter in his stomach, and he’s not sure how much longer he can last like this.

“You can fall, Changkyun.” Your voice is in his ear, like the sound of silk sliding over skin, fingernails tracing lightly along the back of his neck. He hates the way he reacts so viscerally to it, climax surging forward at the sound, at the way your fingers slide wetly over the head of his cock pinned in between the two of you. “It’ll be okay, you can fall to pieces. I’ll catch you.”

He orgasms with a wail that makes him flush a dark red, and he would have been mortified at the sound if every nerve ending in his body wasn’t currently sparking, his muscles spasming as he tries to keep thrusting into your fist even as the lightning bolt sensations turn from overwhelming to painful. He doesn’t even realize tears have slipped from his eyes until he feels your lips kissing them away, and he is hit with such a wave of emotion that he can’t breathe all over again (and it is just pure emotion, he couldn’t identify a single one of them if he tried).

After you slowly pulled out and settle him on the blankets he watches, distractedly, as you slide the straps down over your hips, leaving it on the floor to be dealt with later. Impulsively he reaches out to catch the edge of your shorts when you try to head to the bathroom, tongue sliding over chapped lips when you turn that powerful, beautiful gaze of yours on him. One of your eyebrows has raised, appraising him as he slowly tugs you back to the bed until you’re resting on your knees next to his waist. Sweat is drying sticky on his skin and he’s trying not to feel like he’d done something wrong, reacted in some undesirable way that you’d remember and relate to him for the rest of your life - but above all that, he wants to taste you. It’s the only consistent thought running through his mind, more prevalent than the lingering unease at having bared so much of himself to you.

“Please.” Again, it’s all he can say, eyes so dark and wide, pleading – his fingertips rest lightly on your hip, over the waistband of your shorts, lips parted ever so slightly. It’s so obvious what he’s asking for, and you want to say no. You’re pretty sure you need to say no. “Babe –“

You surge forward to cut him off mid-sentence with a brutal kiss and he gasps – you didn’t want to hear that, and you can tell from the way he’s frozen that he hadn’t meant to say it, even as his body returns the kiss on pure muscle memory alone. This entire experience had been a mess, a mistake, and yet –

“Okay.” It’s more a breath against his mouth than a word, but the way he smiles at your soft agreeance makes your heart hurt. You were in so deep, had fallen so far – how foolish of you to think you had been over him. How fucking stupid you’d been.

He wastes no time, pulling your shorts and underwear down like he’d done it hundreds of times before – because he had, you note dully – fingers wrapping around your thighs. When you sink down onto his face a tension drains out of his body that neither of you had even noticed was still lingering.

All he can smell is you, all he can taste is you – you surround him and this is all he’s ever fucking wanted, to be possessed by you, to be as close to you as possible. He’s not even totally sure what he’s doing aside from the fact that he’s putting his absolute all into it – he’s just trying to taste every inch of you he can, tongue delving as deep as possible before switching to suck on your clit. There’s no rhyme or reason to his method and it has you letting out a quiet sigh that borders on a gasp. He tries to memorize the sound instantly – any sound he could get out of you was a treasure in itself, but he wasn’t sure he’d ever get to hear them again after this.

There is no particular build-up to your orgasm – it’s at first lingering briefly bone-deep and then suddenly it is upon you in streaks of lightning, hips grinding against his face but mouth stubbornly shut. You can’t let this be any more intimate than it already was. (And yet you instinctively reach down and lace your fingers with his, and his thumb smooths across the back of your hand as he continues to mouth at your cunt, drink up your fluids. You are so utterly and completely stupid, your heart in your throat.)

There is a moment you want to carve out afterwards, a small bubble in time where the two of you could just bask in the afterglow and pretend like nothing had changed from a year ago – but you can’t let yourself do that, pushing yourself up off the bed even as every fiber of you begs to remain beside him for a moment longer. His fingers remain holding yours a moment too long before dropping to your bedspread, defeated.

Your heart suddenly felt like it was three sizes too big for your body, filled to the brim with love for a man you knew you’d have no second chance with, and you clench your teeth tightly to keep it from oozing out between your teeth like bittersweet sugar.

He’s still panting when you return with a damp cloth, reaches for it as if he really expects you to make him clean himself off. You scoff and catch his hand with your own, setting it back down on the bed as you begin to clean off his face first. Whether you wanted to avoid intimacy or not there were things you simply refused to throw to the wayside just because you wanted to remain distant, and one of those was taking care of him after sex. (He’s more receptive this time than he used to be, not fighting you and claiming he was fine, letting you dote on him with a sort of hesitant and soft acceptance. It makes your heart hurt all the more, the pure ache and want almost unbearable.)

“You’re always so messy..” It’s meant to be a light comment but the two of you accidentally lock gazes when you say it, your hand stalling in its motions. He looks like he wants to say something, lips parting – your breath catches in your throat, waiting, but he ultimately just shuts his mouth, gaze darting away from you. Your breath leaves you in a small burst. “Just relax, Kyun, I’ve got you.”

It’s the typical words you say to a sub after an intense session (with an accidental affectionate nickname that you bite the inside of your cheek for), but you mean them, and you don’t want to, but you do, irrevocably. You know that if he needed it, if he asked for it, you would let him stay here for as long as he wanted. You knew that tonight you wouldn’t be asking him to leave. And for that you are so, so incredibly fucked. (You wonder if he is too, judging from the way his eyes widen at the nickname and his breath stutters – but you crush that thought instantly, don’t dare to get your hopes up.)

He’s surprised that you take the time to clean him up, bring him water and a change in clothes – they aren’t his but they’re clearly a man’s, and he wonders if they belong to Hoseok considering the size. Something deep in his chest hurts at that thought. He’s even more surprised when you pull on an oversized shirt instead of telling him to leave – he faintly realizes that he recognizes it, a soft violet that hung down to your lower thighs and always felt soft against his chest when he’d hold you – crawling into bed next to him after changing into it, though he’s automatically moving to accommodate you, perfectly content to throw the thick comforter to the floor to be dealt with in the morning.

“Is.. this okay?” Your voice is quiet, so tentative and soft and hesitant, and all he wants to do is tell you yes, this was more than okay, this was everything he had ever wanted.

“Yeah – I mean, it’s your bed, so..” He hates himself for the way he responds, swallowing hard but taking the initiative to slide his arm over your side, nose in your hair. He can feel the way you tense, but you don’t say anything against it or try to pull away. “And.. this? It’s okay too?”

“…it’s okay.” It’s a small response but he inhales deeply in relief, drinking in your scent half by accident. It’s the same smell he had missed for so long, the one he’d dream of and wake up thinking there was a chance it still lingered on his pillow, heart dropping through his ribcage when he realized it wasn’t.

Despite the nerves fluttering in your stomach you fall asleep fast, mentally drained and physically exhausted - his fingers trace the line of your shoulder, head pillowed on his own arm as he watches you sleep. There is a purely warm and happy feeling trying to spread through his body, but it doesn’t make it very far before the remembrance that you still weren’t his and he still wasn’t yours freezes it in its tracks. He feels like his heart is melting, dripping through his ribs and oozing into his stomach and making him sick.

He’s shaking your shoulder before he even knows what he’s doing, and you’re half-awake and groggy but so fucking beautiful and every single one of his nerves feels like a live wire underneath his skin, buzzing and loud and painful, and he is so scared, but he is also tired. Tired of hurting, tired of missing you, tired of the way Kihyun will be talking about you but stop awkwardly when he notices Changkyun listening, tired of the way he smiles so big his cheeks hurt when the two of you talk on the phone, tired of how he swallows down the words “love you” every time you hang up – and he’s fucking tired of being scared most of all.

“Changkyun, you better be fucking dying..” You’re angry, always angry when woken suddenly, and he just wants to kiss you.

‘I love you, I’m stupid, I was scared, I always loved you, I never fucking stopped, did you know I would dream of you? Did you know that you were the only thing on my mind? On plane rides, in the vans, backstage, all I could think about was you and my hyungs all told me I was just hurting myself and I knew that but I still hoped that somehow you and I would end up happy together.’

Like always he can’t say any of it. It sits on his tongue and he just utters a quiet ‘fuck’ instead, throat tight. Why couldn’t he fucking do this?

“..Kyun?” He’s sitting up now, and you are too, side by side – your expression is open, sleepy but worried, and he has a sudden urge to take your face in his hands and kiss your eyelids.

The scariest part of telling the truth, of laying yourself bare for someone, of letting them in, was that they could take one look and never come back. And maybe he’s not afraid of loving you – maybe he’s never been afraid of loving you, with your eyes that hold the only stars he ever wants to look at. Maybe he’s been afraid of not being loved back.

He swallows hard, reaches for every bit of confidence and courage performing has ever given him, forces himself to be brave the way the industry has taught him to be. Moonlight filters in through the window and he thinks your eyes might actually house the milky way in them somehow.

“I love you, still – always. I never stopped.”

He can’t breathe because you’re just looking at him, stunned and disbelieving, tears collecting on your lash-line but not falling, never falling, and he feels like the fucking worst for telling you now, this way, this bluntly – but he knows if he didn’t say anything he would have never said anything, and he’s not sure he could have survived that, so the words had fallen from his lips hard and heavy and desperate to be said. (And a part of him is still surprised he even managed to say them at all, rushed and frantic as they were.)

“I –“ Your brow is furrowed and your voice is thick, but when he reaches to brush your tears away you let him and his lungs start to tentatively fill themselves with oxygen again.

When you smile it is watery and weak but it is there, and he feels like sunlight has reappeared in the lining of his skin, bright and blinding and warm.

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suhoerections · 5 years

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Cuddling with Monsta X

Requested by anon (I really liked doing this hehe) ah fuck yes all my assignments and exams are done so im gonna post a lot more yay!

A/N: I’ve already done making out with Monsta X (here)

Shownu

- literally a cuddle bear

- like his muscles are so warm and cuddly

- his chest is the perfect pillow

- and when he wraps his arms around you and holds you tight

- and when he places lil kisses on your forehead

- and when he strokes your back and traces shapes on your skin

- he busts a massive uwu if you fall asleep on him

- his face goes all smug too

- loves when you snuggle into the crook of his neck

- prefers cuddling on the bed because you have a higher chance of falling asleep on him

Wonho

- somehow still a flirt

- like he teases by brushing his hands over your body

- though he still manages to cling to you

- leaves soft kisses behind your ear

- he is the big spoon (prefers being the little spoon but wont admit it)

- giggles when you two cuddle

- like you’ll be cuddling and then he’ll just start giggling

- mostly because he’s just so happy that he’s cuddling with you

- prefers to cuddle on the couch because the little space gives him an excuse to be as close as possible

- falls asleep cuddling with you when he’s really tired

Minhyuk

- always cuddles you

- in bed, on the couch, standing, sitting, anywhere he will cuddle you

- isn’t afraid to do it in front of people

- grabs your butt when he does it

- though its more playful then sexual

- is usually the big spoon but prefers to be little spoon

- likes to cuddle especially after practice when he’s tired so he can sleep with you

- doesn’t really have a preference to where you cuddle because he just likes knowing his arms are wrapped around you

- leaves kisses all over your face

- likes when you hug him tighter

Kihyun

- smiles the whole time

- like he just cant stop smiling

- giggles if you hug him tighter or snuggle into him

- its very lighthearted

- rubs your back while cuddling

- so he is usually the big spoon so he has full access to your back

- he prefers to just tangle his legs with yours and drape his arm over your waist

- so you usually cuddle in bed

- he loves it when you fall asleep while cuddling and usually just cuddles up to you and falls asleep

- presses small kisses to the back of your neck

Hyungwon

- literally uses you as a pillow

- like he’ll rest his head in the crook of your neck and just sleep

- he loves hearing your heart beat just before he sleeps

- once he’s asleep you cant get up

- but its fine because you usually just wrap your arms around him and fall asleep too

- leaves little kisses on your neck

- definitely prefers the bed because you can both cuddle and sleep comfortably

- if you’re sitting down together he just rests his head on your shoulder and wraps his arms around your waist

- doesn’t really care if people see you cuddling

- the little spoon without a doubt

Jooheon

- a cutie

- is smiling with his lil dimples

- just comes up randomly and wraps his arms around you

- does it a lot

- but neither of you care

- likes to kiss you on the cheek when he does it

- doesn’t care if you’re around anyone, he’ll just wrap his arms around you

- plays with your hair while he cuddles you

- even if you tell him to stop he’ll still do it

- likes to cuddle while sitting down because he can pull you onto his lap

Changkyun

- a bit shy

- so he only gets really cuddly when you two are alone

- though he’ll still wrap an arm around your waist in public

- when he’s really cuddly he spoons you

- like shove his face into your neck, snuggle into you from behind big spoon

- if you’re both sitting down he’ll just pull you onto his lap

- prefers to cuddle on the bed because its more comfortable

- but definitely loves it when you sit in his lap

- plants lil kisses on your shoulder

- falls asleep cuddling in bed 90% of the time

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izahi-an · 4 years

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I am pissed and proud and worried

The story goes like this. I woke up at 4am this morning to go to work and, since I had 15 minutes to spare before actually having to get out of bed, I checked tumblr after two days of ghosting social media because of the aforementioned work and not feeling so great lately and to say I was shocked is the understatement of the year.

SO. Let’s backtrack a little.

I don’t think I have ever made a post on his blog ever since I created it (like 5? 6? years ago... maybe even more, can’t remember) for like&reblog purposes only, for the times when depression would kick my ass and I would look for the smallest of comforts.

This being said, I am only writing this to VENT!

I remember it as clearly as if it was yesterday, my first brush with k-pop, SHINee’s Sherlock on TV. That was what got me interested in the music, what made me look it up and hear more, watch more but I still remained a lowkey fan. I kinda had an on-and-off relationship with k-pop as a whole, dipping my toes into fandoms for a while then backtracking as soon as things got too intense, and by intense I mean fandom wars, which is something I do for every fandom because seriously I just want to enjoy something I like without getting mood poisoning from it. So I have seen my fair share of k-pop scandals, hate, controversy, and whatnot, followed some of the issues and got myself bump of the forehead from the amount of facepalming every time an issue was raised because an idol showed any trace of being actual humans and not mystical perfect entities.

With this premise let me tell you, in and out so many fandoms I can say one thing for sure. I have never seen more chill fans than MONBEBEs.

Admittedly I have only entered this fandom not too long ago, although I have known of MonstaX for more than a year now, but kinda kept my distance like I have done with BlackPink and BTS in which I am now much more invested into (as one can see from the amount of Suga on this blog). ‘Cause I liked the music but was scared of the fandoms and the mere thought of fandom wars made me shiver - like can’t you just love them all or just love one and leave the rest the fuck be. So I just listened to the music (which, by the way, totally has the kind of vibe I like and damn me for sleeping on them for so long), looked at some pictures, learned the names, seen a couple of interviews, watched the MVs and tried to learn the lore, nothing too drastic.

Until I stumbled upon some random interactions between the members and the fans. What left me flabbergasted were not the boys loving their fans, because a lot of bands do, but the fans, the MONBEBEs, y’all, being the coolest people on the planet as it was proven in the past few days. Therefore, as Jooheon and Changkyun slowly lured me in (because I have a soft spot for rappers and it shows) what actually made me join this fandom were the other fans, the amount of support and love they give to the group and the chill atmosphere ESPECIALLY.

So I started to watch interview after interview, clips, shows, lives performances everything I could get my hands onto. And I started to love all of them for the amazing people they are. I had one image in mind of each member initially, based on the MVs and their general concept in photoshoots (imagine my shock when I saw Monsta X-Ray for the first time) and they were all completely shattered afterward.

I remember seeing Wonho as the muscle playboy show off with a permanent smirk on his face (don’t kill me I got that impression mainly from him doing rude things with his face on stage and mainly being shirtless at some point during performances) and almost getting whiplash when I saw how he usually is when is not giving people heart attacks. The gap and duality are serious with him and I loved him instantly when I realized how big of a heart he has inside such a big body.

Wonho is one of the most loving and caring idols toward his fans I have ever seen. Even I can tell despite being here for a short time now and I cannot believe what is happening right now.

So I woke up this morning at 4am and coincidently had time to check tumblr before work and I was FUCKING PISSED.

This morning there was already the news about Wonho quitting. I went from heartbroken to outraged in the 10 minutes it took me to get a first grasp of the situation. It only got worse as the day progressed and I read more about it, getting a grasp of the timeline of this whole fiasco (yes, I ignored my work most of the day because I could not focus on anything else that wasn’t finding out what the hell happened in the couple of days I didn’t use google). I was floored by how quickly things progressed with this situation.

I have had time to think and form my opinion on this and what I think is: I don’t care. As in, even if all the accusations turn out to be true, there will be literally no change in the way I see Wonho and it will not change the fact that I think he is a good person with a big heart, who loves his family, members and fans more than he loves himself. If anything this scandal made me love him more, because he is a human with a past, with mistakes behind his back, from which he tried to move on from and tried to be better to respond to all the love and support he has received.

I know SK has a more conservative way of thinking and is hard to forgive even rumors any illegal activity, but I also wonder how can they be so blind to people whose names come up only when some scandal is involved, because really what has HSH done relevant that isn’t trying to ruin people life? ‘Cause I only heard this name when some scandal was brought up. The other thing is the timing of this news is a bit too convenient. Right on comeback when it will do the most damage and put more pressure on the band and the fans. Seriously, if the claims were true and so important why wait for so long? If it had to be 2019, why right during comeback? For what reason has no one taken action against HSH until now and when will someone do something?

I have so many questions and so little answers but I am FUCKING PROUD of all the actions and efforts that all MONBEBEs have made so far. I hope they will not give up anytime soon. Because this is not just about Wonho anymore, this has become about all idols who have suffered such treatment before and to stop this from happening to other idols in the future. These haters need to know not to fuck with fans just because they are bored and this time they have seriously fucked with the wrong fans. The quiet ones are the scariest, no joke.

I stand with you MONBEBEs and with Wonho because he deserves this and much more. And now that I have reached the end of the day I can’t help but be worried for him and for the members. I can’t even imagine what he must be going through. I hope he is well and can find some comfort in all the love and support we are trying to give him.

I hope we will at least have some news about his condition in six hours now when it will be 4am again and this time there will be better news when I wake up.

#StarshipFightForWonho #WonhoComeBack #WonhoWeLoveYou #monsta_x

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mx-bebe31-blog · 6 years

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Soulmate!Wonho

Warnings? None

Wonho can see many strings of fate, but can’t change them in any way. Though the one he is most worried about, is the tell tale one of the cherry red string that stems from his left ring finger

Wonho was known as a sweetheart

The guy who seemed like the whole package in high school

Popular, athletic, handsome, nice - the list could go on

From the elementary kids he volunteered for

To the Principal and Dean of the school

Wonho was well loved by everybody in between

But somehow, he still felt lonely, and a little heavy hearted throughout his high school years

He knew he had a soulmate

He could see the strings all around him, like a beautiful painting in motion

And around his delicate left ring finger was a faithful red string that told him his soulmate was just as eager and happy to find him

But still, the only thing he could do was tug and pull at it, wondering if he should just get it over with and follow the string until the end

His string seemed to be a lot longer than others, which made his heart sink in the slightest

Around his other fingers were different colored strings, and he contemplated on them every day as well

Pink strings sprouted from his right thumb in the hallways, connecting him with girls he didn’t know - pink strings were little crushes people had on him.

Yellow strings thronged from his index fingers, basically pointing him towards all of his many friends throughout life

Blue strings were familial ties. Strings that would cover the room in a sea of blue at family reunions and holidays

Orange strings were for the closest and bestest of friends Wonho could ever ask for. He currently only had one, and he was glad it was Hyunwoo at this point

He saw a couple of foul green strings in his life on the fingers of passing strangers. He’s never had one appear on his hands yet, but he’s sure it’s only a matter of time before he had to make an enemy

And black strings would forever remind him that his beautiful red string could turn that exact horrible shade at any time

If his soulmate died before he could even meet them,,, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself

He just couldn’t imagine it. He didn’t think there was a more horrible fate

Even worse when he could see the strings that no one else could see

Other people could go about life blissfully without knowing, without ever finding out that their soulmate had passed. Sure, they would never find them, but never finding them in this big world is better than knowing they’re six feet under

Unbeknownst to him, you could see the strings as well

You figured it must have something to do with your soulmate, or the fates of other soulmates

Maybe you were born just to help others find each other. Or notify people that the friends they had would stay forever or turn against them within time

You liked the ability, though. You liked being able to see the strings

It’s not like you could ever do anything to them. You couldn’t touch any others but your own, and even if you tried, you couldn’t rip them, cut them, or make them vanish

You were always an observer, and this was the perfect kind of thing to observe throughout your life

You were giddy as your friend found her soulmate in fourth grade, but didn’t realize it until senior year of high school

You glared at the girl who had taken your boyfriend from you sophomore year, a putrid, sick green line you couldn’t stand to look at connecting you two

Your first black line that was on an old woman’s shaking finger at your job

It gave you insight on life, and you were only grateful that you still had great colors on your fingers

Blues, an orange one, and a red one. You found the single pink one cute as you sat in biology class, trying not to stare at the boy trying to hide his eyes in his textbook while sitting next to you

You liked to stretch your red string and tease the person on the other side a bit, wondering if they could feel how you got impatient, wanting to just drag them over by you in that moment

But you let life do it’s thing. As long as it was nice to you, of course

It’s when Wonho is 25 and he grows too impatient

He’s graduated college as a vet tech, and he’s sure you have graduated, too, unless his soulmate is going for an impressive PhD or medical school

He’s pouting, having seen strings fade and disappear in the past few recent years

He doesn’t want to lose his soulmate, too

Not counting his blue family strings, he only has one orange one, two yellow ones, and one red one

And he’s sick of just waiting around in the same places he usually is at, waiting for you to just magically show up

Wonho realizes that he needs to travel. He needs to take a break and explore as many places as his heart yearns for

He goes to the first place his heart thinks of

You are going to Italy for two weeks on summer break

You know that you shouldn’t be on vacation at all - you should be working to save up money for rent and groceries and school

But currently you are feeling the sensation called wanderlust

And you wonder if it meant something. So you took a deep breath and thought about where you would like to go most

You thought of Japan, Spain, and even Iceland before you thought of Italy

But for some reason, you are drawn to the flights going to Florence

So you end up jet lagged, waiting for your suitcase to come into your arms down the painfully slow and crowded conveyor belt

You knew that the cutesy suitcase was a good choice. You could spot it a mile away in the sea of black’s, navy’s, and maroon’s

You sigh as you reach out your hand to drag your first suitcase off the belt. You have one more coming and a carry on that is over your shoulder

On the other end of the conveyor belt is Wonho, who had been waiting forever for his last suitcase. He had missed it last time and had to wait for the whole round of suitcases before he could have another chance to nab it

But as his red string strangely flickers and pulls he can’t help but wonder if it was fate’s doing

He looks up, following the red string to see if he could see it shoot out of the airport building

But instead of passing through a wall or ceiling,,,

He finds you

The one

Wonho is frozen in his spot as his whole abdomen tightens

His heart is stuck in his throat, making it constrict as his brain spins

He feels like it’s a dream. For his whole life he’s seen the string float across the horizon and stretch through his school building

He always knew it would happen one day

But now that it happened, he can’t believe that soulmates are actually real

Even if he couldn’t see the string, he knew it would be you. You just looked,,, stunning, even in your jet lagged, tired appearance

He desperately wants to sprint to you, but he knows that it will happen naturally either way

Both of you will feel an unmistakable spark and feel a knot wrap around your ring fingers, squeezing the veins with comfort and security

He’s holding his breath as he tries to continue on a ‘normal’ routine. He grabs his suitcase and tries not to rush his steps as he goes to leave the terminal

But Wonho is afraid. There’s a slight fear that this isn’t the moment you two will meet and brush hands

What if this is a passing, fleeting moment? A moment where you two are in the same place, but it isn’t time for you to meet yet? Those stories of soulmates being in the same picture as kids, but not meeting for ten years later?

Wonho can’t wait ten years. I mean,,, for you, he would, but…

His heart jumps and so does he as he sees you fall when someone bumps past you rather rudely

The person keeps going, rushing off without a care as Wonho leaps into action

He forgets about the string for a moment - he just wants to help you up and see if you’re okay

He has to catch you before you fall again at the sudden electric spark that courses through your entire body

Your eyes are wide as you look at the stranger who offered to help you up

You don’t know what that feeling was, but you’re sure of it… When you both stand, hands still loosely woven together, you feel a small, yet reassuring, pressure on your left ring finger

This is your soulmate.

You are both looking at your hands. Due to Wonho’s shocked state, you gently tighten your grip on his hand, admiring his beautiful skin tone

“You..You’re...m-my soulmate?” Wonho feels like he has cotton mouth, yet he smiles

You nod, in disbelief as well, and you finally both get a good look at each other

“I’m Wonho. I came here on a whim, and...I guess this is where fate brought me.”

His smile is contagious, and you find yourself suddenly aware of how you must look. Sleep ridden hair and makeup, jogging pants and a loose t-shirt with a set of sky blue suitcases with yellow moons on them

“H-Hi, sorry, I...I’m (Y/n).” You admit with a radiant smile. You can’t help it, this is what it feels like to meet someone so special. Someone you’ve been waiting you’re whole life for.

“Pretty.” He breathes the compliment and he strengthens his hold on your hand before he points to the small food place inside the airport. “Want to talk for awhile before we go? I’d love to end up exploring Italy with you. What a great first memory together.”

You laugh, completely breathless yourself as you just stare at him in wonder. If this works out you’ll be together for a very long time. Maybe even forever.

“Yeah..What an amazing way to meet each other. In Florence…”

Wonho is already leading you towards the little shop as he rubs his thumb over your hand

It fits perfectly with yours, and you are so glad that you will get to spend two weeks with him before you part ways with only phone numbers

But you know you have all the time in the world to meet again

And again

For as long as the red string connects you two

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Hope you enjoyed!! Gosh, I can’t believe it’s only a few more days until I move out into my first apartment. I will have five whole days off before I start my job up there! All the more time for a bundle of random updates!

Requests are open (and usually get me more motivated in the process), so feel free to drop one in! Tysm I hope everyone is doing lovely this week!

-S

#monsta x #monsta x fic #wonho #monsta x wonho #soulmate au #monsta x soulmate au #monsta x au #monsta x wonho soulmate au #wonho monsta x #kpop au

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untaemedqueen · 6 years

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Please Take Care of Us > k.th

Chapter 14.

Jin hyung wakes up and looks over at me as the plane starts to descend. "I hope Odeng and Eomuk are okay." He says and I look over at him pausing my music. "Byungchan will take care of them. I'm sure they're okay." I say and he nods. I look over at Yuna as my ears pop. I grunt holding my ears and I hear a whine from the front. Jimin sits up immediately and looks around her seat. He doesn't have any sisters and I overheard him talking to Jungkook about how he wants to protect Yuna like his own sister. "Please fasten your seatbelts." The stewardess says walking through the 1st class cabin. "Go ahead. Fasten it." I hear Jimin say. She grabs his hand and looks behind to him. He fastens his seatbelt and holds her hand in the aisle. I put my seatbelt on and stare at her through the gap. She looks totally scared. I fold my arms and look up at the ceiling. I want to go over and hold her and tell her it'll be okay. Jooheon is there for that... I scoff and put my headphones back in. Jimin will take care of Yuna. No doubt.

We step off the plane and Yuna looks at us all. "Let's go collect our bags." She says. As the doors open for us to leave the Gate, screams erupt as we step out. Yuna goes wide-eyed and ushers us to the side while we wait for security. The fans were endless. I smile and wave at them. Japan ARMY always gives us such a good reception. Monbebe's were mixed in with our fans and they all looked happy and excited. "Taehyung!" I hear from the crowd and look around before smiling and waving. "Let's go." Yuna says with Jimin hot on her trail. The security walk behind us and as we walk a hand reaches out and grabs Yuna pulling her into the crowd. "YUNA!" Jimin screams trying to grab her hand. "YUNA!" I scream looking for her. All the girls and screams completely hide her from us. Airport security push people moving them to find her and I stand frozen with my eyes open wide trying to see her. "Fuck." Yoongi says stepping forward going to look for her and Monsta X's manager pulls him back. A circle forms in the sea of people and security bend down. Security start running away towards someone and Yuna is escorted back to us with scratches on her neck and on her hands. She runs to me and I hug her tightly before examining her neck. "A guy just grabbed me and tried to take me with him!" She says wildly, obviously frightened. I take off my bomber jacket and sling it over her shoulders. "Some girls tried to stop him but ended up scratching me when he ran away." She says starting to cry. I lift the jacket over her head and pull her close to me. "I'm here. It's okay." I whisper to her and she clutches onto my waist. "Let's get our stuff and go to the hotel." Monsta X's manager say behind us and we all turn to him and nod. "We are going to the same place." He says, "Find that man. Arrest him." Jimin yells in Japanese before we start walking. We wave at the fans once more before walking to baggage claim. Yuna is crying into my chest. "I know, it's scary." Jooheon walks next to us and rubs her back. I look over at him and look back straight. I shouldn't be selfish in this situation. "Why does everything always happen to me?" Yuna whine wiping her eyes. We get to baggage claim and grab our bags quickly before security takes us to the VIP Lounge as we wait for our car. I grab Yuna's backpack and open it as she sits down. I grab a tissue from the side table and wipe her eyes before grabbing her cosmetics bag. I pull out her CC Cream and a disposable sponge and apply some to her face since her tears made her makeup streaky. She sniffles and look down at me as I sit in front of her. "I'm sorry I didn't grab you faster." I whisper to her. She shakes her head and looks around at everyone. "I'm sorry." She says loudly. Everyone shakes their heads and comforts her. "It was scary." Monsta X's manager says and she nods. "I'm a horrible manager." She says as I fix her eyeliner. I turn her face to look at me. "You are doing a good job." I say to her and she frowns. "Your cars have arrived." A security guard says in Japanese and we nod and stand up. "The cars are here." I tell her as she looks around confused. "Oh." She says before standing. I put her cosmetics pouch away and she grabs her backpack. "Let's get out of here." She says before clearing her throat. I put my jacket over her shoulders again and we walk out with more security then we had at the beginning. Once we start walking Yuna takes off the jacket and looks around. "That's the guy!" She says pointing at a man in a black jacket with sunglasses and a face mask on. A security runs and grabs him. He stares in Yuna's direction and Yoongi and Namjoon cover her with their bodies as I pull her close to me. "Put your head down." I say staring at the guy. Disgusting pig. Minhyuk walks behind her with Wonho and she's gone from his sight. "Don't worry." I say before Jimin stands next to her and grabs her hand. "You're safe." He says as she dips her head lower. "Fuck you!" Jooheon yells and gets a hand over his mouth from his manger. "Jooheon!" The manager scolds and he saunters off next to Jimin. Let's get to the hotel...

We get out of the car and Yuna seems to have composed herself during the ride. She steps out without a word and waits for us all to get out. "See you guys later." She says as Monsta X gets out of their car. They wave, "See you later." Minhyuk says happily. Does she have plans with them later? I get out and grab my luggage out of the big trunk as well as Yuna's luggage. We start to walk inside and she walks towards the walk in desk. "Hi, checking in." She says with a small smile. "Welcome! Can I have your names?" Yuna relays our names pointing to us individually and the older lady looks at the computer confused. "Are you their manager?" She asks looking from Yuna to the screen. "Yes, she is. Im Byung Chan couldn't make it." Namjoon hyung says from the back. "I see. One second please." The hostess says before picking up the phone. She starts speaking Japanese and Yuna looks lost and also worried. Namjoon steps forward since he knows the most Japanese. I look at the lady confused. She sets down the phone and smiles back at us. "There's 4 rooms for this party. There seems to have been a mistake." She says nervously, Yuna looks at Namjoon hyung and tilts her head and he translates. "I have to share a room with one of you?!" She says confused. He nods. "Who's Yuna sharing a room with?" I look back at the hostess and smile making eye contact and point at myself secretly. She looks at me and then back at the computer before clicking something. "Kim Taehyung." She says before looking back up. Yuna looks over at me quickly and I smile. "Roomie." I say over to her. She stares at me before looking at Namjoon. "Ask her for another room!" She says quickly pushing his shoulder. I frown as Namjoon asks the hostess. She looks at me and I give her a serious face. Please read this face correctly. I plead silently. "Unfortunately, we have no other rooms currently." She says and I stifle a smile by biting my lip. Namjoon tells Yuna and she whines. "Fine." She mutters before folding her arms. Why, is sharing a room with me torture or something? The hostess gives us our room key cards and smiles. "Have a nice stay." She says before smiling at me. "Arigato!" I say loudly. She winks at me before sitting back down at the front desk. "705." I say to Yuna as we walk towards the elevator. She nods before looking at everyone else. "I'm with Yoongi." Namjoon says, "I'm with Jin hyung." Hoseok says with a smile. "I'm with the maknae." Jimin says shoving Jungkook. Yuna smiles at them, "It's only for a few days anyway!" She says before looking at me. She look back down and her cheeks turn a little red. Was she thinking of this morning? I couldn't wait to do that to her! The look on her face was so priceless. She really looked so shocked. We step into an elevator and go up to the 7th floor. Jungkook and Jimin's room was next door to ours. "Let's do a Vlive tomorrow night." Jimin says and I nod, "Sounds fun to me! What should we do today?" I ask as we stand in front of our doors in the hallway. "Let's get settled and then get food. We can plan stuff in a few hours. It's only 8 a.m." Namjoon says before looking at Yuna. "Manager? Is that okay?" She nods and shrugs before grabbing her neck and grunting. "Let's meet back up in a few hours." She says, "I'm going to take a nap." Yoongi hyung says entering his room first. Yuna enters the room and I follow behind her. She sets her suitcase aside and then jumps on the bed before looking at me. "No funny business." She says sternly wagging her finger at me. I smile and set my bag down. "No funny business manager-nim." I say before going and sitting down next to her. "Can I clean your cuts for you?" I ask, she hesitates before grabbing my arm. "I can do it." She says quickly as I get up. I grab a hand towel and wet it with warm water in the bathroom before walking to her. "Let me see." I say to her. She lifts her head high and I run the towel over her neck. She whines and grips my wrist. "It's almost over." I whisper and she grunts again. I clean some dried blood off her neck and then grab her hand gently. "Fucking asshole, grabbing you like that." I mutter and she looks at me surprised. "Yes, Kim Taehyung has the ability to curse too." I say petting her hair. "Don't do it! It doesn't match you." She says shaking her hand at me. I start to rub the towel on her hand and look at her eyes. She cried so much the past few hours and she drank alcohol so her face was puffy. She looked like a puffy otter. Cute. She isn't the first western girl I've thought was beautiful but she is the first one I can get to know and all of her charms and sides are beautiful. "Yuna." I whisper and she looks up at me. "Hmm?" She asks tilting her head to the side and I smile widely. Come to me. "Nothing." I say booping her nose and standing. "All done." I say walking back to the bathroom. I'll be in this room with Yuna for 4 days. Almost all full week! I clap happily throwing the towel into the hamper. I look in the mirror and fix my hair before walking back out to Yuna. "Which bed do you want?" She asks laying down on the bed next to the window. "Whichever one you don't want." I say sitting on the opposite bed. Yuna phone starts ringing and she raises an eyebrow. "Hello? Byung Chan oppa!" She says and I lay on my side and stare at her. "Wait. Wait. Wait." She says before sitting up. I put my hand under my chin and smile while looking at her. "Let me write it down or I'll forget." She says before laughing. She grabs a notepad and a pen from the bedside table and looks over at me. "What're you doing?" She mouths and I shrug and continue to smile at her. She rolls her eyes with a laugh. "Go ahead oppa." She says laying down on her stomach. I peak over at the notepad and she's writing in English. "Okay. So what do I do when they arrive?" She asks before flippig onto her back quickly. "Oh...They're here already. So what do I do? Mmmm." She mutters staring at the ceiling. She huffs out. "Just get better so you can come over here and save me!" She says with a laugh. "So when they go to do a rehearsal?" Just staring at her is giving me energy. We have the whole day, I wonder what we will do with our day. "Okay. I'll go downstairs and greet them." She says standing up. I look up at her and she's already putting on her shoes. "Mmmm. Okay." She says before hanging up. "I'll be back." She says grabbing her key card. "Where are you going?" I ask disappointed. "I have to go make sure all the people that are helping with the concert get their rooms okay. Plus our security guards." She opens the door and waves a bit before leaving. "Now I'm alone." I pout and look over at the closet. I'll hang up our clothes while I wait. I grab her suitcase and open it up and everything was scattered. "Aigo. So messy." I say with a laugh before grabbing hangers from the closet. I hang up her stuff before grabbing my suitcase. I hang my stuff up next to hers and stare at the closet. Our styles are so different. Anything she wears, she looks good. She has a variety of clothing from loose, swag clothing to black tight fitting clothes with leather and studs. She looks good in everything. I sigh and place our shoes in the closet before closing it. That took all of 10 minutes... Now what? I grab her cosmetics bag and mine and walk over to the bathroom. The bathroom counters were large enough for both of our bags. I set up both of our stuff and put the clay mask jar I put on her yesterday in front of her stuff. Although the jar is expensive I want Yuna to have nice skin. I want her to be as radiant as she is inside. I clap my hands satisfied and stand in the bathroom. We'll wake up together and sleep next to each other. We can watch t.v. together. Play games together... I smile at the thought. I wonder how long Yuna is going to take downstairs. I walk out of the bathroom and jump on the bed. "BORING." I yell grabbing my phone. I unlock my phone and stare at the screen. I'll start a Vlive. I turn on Vlive and sit there with a smile on my face fixing my hair. "Everyone! Shall I play you all some music?" I ask before grabbing my speaker. "Everyone. Please come into my Vlive." I say happily. I grab my speaker and turn it on before thinking. If Yuna comes in the room it'll be a big problem. "Let's go visit, Jimin!" I say getting up quickly. 15,000 in the Vlive already. I grab my hotel key card and rush out of the room. "Shall we see what Jimin and Jungkook are up too?" I ask walking to their door. I knock loudly. "ARMY is here!" I cheer in the hallway. Jimin answers the door and smiles. "A Vlive already?" He asks walking into the room. "Everyone we just got to Japan for our Interim concert Japan series!" Jungkook says laying on his bed. "Has everyone eaten?" I ask looking at the screen. 100,000. "There is 100,000 ARMY's watching us." I say and Jimin looks at the camera. "Oh! So nice!" He says clapping. "We will do another Vlive tomorrow too." Jungkook says sitting up. I read some of the comments. "Yoongi hyung is sleeping." I say answering a fan. "Shall we play music?" Jimin asks grabbing Jungkook's bluetooth speaker. "What do we plan to do on our off day?" I ask reading a comment. "Sleep and eat and play games and maybe shop." Jungkook says quickly. I nod and give a half smile. When will Yuna come back upstairs... Jimin turns on our song dimple and I smile at him. Yuna has one small dimple on the left side of her cheek when she gives a small smile. It's really cute. Jimin jumps up on the bed with his legs tucked underneath him. "Are our Japanese fans excited?!" He yells turning up the music. I laugh and lay back on the bed before looking around. Although Yuna and I's room is identical the vibes are totally different. I hear talking in the hallway. "Everyone! We will continue a vlive tomorrow night! Stay tuned." I say before looking at the other guys. "Bye everyone! We will see you tomorrow!" Jimin says waving. "Jungkook. Say goodbye." Jimin says jumping on Jungkook. "Bye!" Jungkook yells waving and pushing Jimin off him. I close my phone and smile at them. "Don't do anything dirty to my sister." Jimin says sitting up quickly. "I'm not a dirty person!" I say shoving him. He looks at me seriously. "Hold yourself back, Taehyung." He says wagging his finger. "I'm not going to do anything." I say holding my hands up defensively. Jungkook just looks up at me. "She's like a dream. We want to have her but we can't. We want to protect her and call her ours but we can't. We can only watch her from afar and never have her. Don't break your promise!" Jungkook says seriously. I know that Jungkook has a lot of love in his heart for her. We promised last night that we would all protect her as a group and not go for her individually. I nod to him. "I know." I mutter before getting up. "You know how much she means to all of us." Jimin says folding his arms. Will you continuously scold me like a child? "Ya! I said okay." I say annoyed. "You say okay. But then you'll see her and forget." Jimin says. My best friend really knows me well. "I won't forget." I say to them walking towards the door. "Promise me!" Jungkook says loudly and I turn back to him. "Yes. Kookie, I promise." I say before opening the door. I step into the hallway and Yuna is pointing to a few rooms for the staff that are doing the set for the concert. They nod to her and I enter our room. I lay on my bed and sigh. "T.V." I mutter before turning on the television. When will Yuna come back in the room?! I flip through the channels. Our Japanese classes did me some good but not enough. I leave on a Japanese daytime drama as the door opens. Act cool Taehyung. I look over at Yuna. "Is everything okay?" I ask her and she smiles with a nod. She walks past my bed and throws herself down on her bed. "Are you excited to be in Japan?" I ask her muting the t.v. She looks over at me. "I am but after this morning I don't really want to go outside." She says before looking at the ceiling. I nod and sigh. "I'll look out for you more." I say before sitting up. She gets up and grabs her phone. My phone vibrates and I look down. Let's meet in the hallway for 11. I open the group chat and send a thumbs up emoticon and she laughs. "Isn't it boring to be in hotel rooms all the time and you can't go anywhere?" She asks looking around. "We go out sometimes. At like 2 in the morning." I say to her and she looks at me wide-eyed. "I'll be asleep." She says and I smile. I can't wait to see her sleeping figure when I wake up. She grabs her backpack and pulls out her gaming laptop. "What else did you bring?" I ask and she hands me her bag. She brought her Switch too. "We can play it later." She says and I nod happily. "I wanna play games with you." I say clapping. She laughs and opens her laptop. I jump onto her bed and sit next to her as she opens up her gaming account. "Some of my games don't work in Korea. Maybe they'll work here." She says looking at me. She looks down at how close we are moves away from me a small bit. I smirk and move next to her and she looks up at me before moving away again. I laugh and move next to her. She moves again and she starts to fall off the bed with a yelp. I grab her waist and pull her to me before grabbing her laptop. "Taehyung!" She says hitting my shoulder and I smirk and move over a bit giving her room. "That's not nice." She mutters grabbing her laptop. "What kind of games do you like?" I ask changing the subject. "Relaxing games, collecting games. I can play Overwatch too and LOL. I like both relaxing and FPS games." She says grabbing her cordless mouse. I look down at her and she opens up a relaxing game. "It's so cute!" I say looking at her pixeled character. She smiles and starts to collect wood and rocks on the screen. I lay back and watch her play. It's entertaining all on its own. "So if I collect these then I can sell them or store them to make stuff to make me more money." She says happily before looking at me. She's so excited over this game, I can't help but smile. So this is the type of person she is. This is what she likes. "Did you bring your laptop?" She asks me and I nod. "It's not a gaming laptop though." I mutter and she looks at me. "You must be bored." She says sadly. I shake my head. "No! I like to watch you play." She looks at me unconvinced. "Want to play my Switch?" "Do what you want to do. You had a rough morning." I say ruffling her hair. She frowns and saves her game. "Let's play my Switch." She shuts her laptop and puts it off to the side. "Okay!" I say happily. I grab her backpack and she pulls out the Switch and a bunch of wires. "I'll plug them in." I say grabbing the wires and walking to the t.v. Yuna puts the Switch on the base and claps her hands expectantly. I push the t.v. and plug in the wires before looking at Yuna. She jumps up on the bed and grabs the remote. "Oh...what?" She mutters looking at the remote. I peak over. "It's all in Kanji." She says with a pout looking up at me. "Cute." I whisper before grabbing the remote. I push the Input button and change the channel on the tv. "That should be good." I say sitting back onto Yuna's bed. I grab the Bluetooth speaker and start to play some classical music. "You sleep with this music on all night?" Yuna asks turning on the Switch. I nod. "It stimulates your brain while you sleep." I say and she gives me an impressed look. "Kim Taehyung!" She says impressed giving me a thumbs up. I smile widely at her compliment and grab one of the Switch remotes. "Shall we race?" She asks hovering over Mario Kart. "Oh yes!" I yell happily wiggling my body on the bed to fix my positioning. We start picking our characters I select Toad and Yuna frowns. "Do you like Toad?" I ask her and she shrugs, "Him and Princess Daisy." She says selecting Princess Daisy. "In advance, I apologize for my anger, aggression and my cursing." She says bowing her head. I laugh and bow back. "I'm very quiet. I'm a man on a mission." I say and she laughs. She shows me the buttons to play and I nod listening. "Are you ready?" She says jumping her body up and down excitedly. I look over at her and my heart floods with joy. "Yes!" I say happily. "I won't go easy on you!" She wags her finger in my face and I grab her hand. "As expected." I whisper and she laughs. "Let's go go go!" She says pressing Start. I rub my hands together and grab the remote. "It's so small." I mutter as the timer counts down. She leans forward watching the right side of the t.v. As the race kicks off I shoot out of the gate right behind Yuna. "Oh yes!" She says happily. I stare at the screen turning at a corner. The item boxes are coming up after a large ramp. Yuna shoots out in front and grabs a box. I grab one and she holds her position in 4th. I'm hot on her trail travelling almost next to her. "Go away!" She yells with a laugh. She zooms past Mario and I follow behind her. "Bye~" She says cutely. I throw my Banana item behind me and grab another box. Before I know it Yuna is in 1st place. My box was a blue shell... She's going to get mad. "OH FIRST!" She screams happily and I throw the blue shell. "NO! NO! NO!" She whines loudly. "YA KIM TAEHYUNG!" She screams pushing me and I laugh. "Sorry Yuna." I say laughing as I push past her to 1st. I finish the second lap and head to the finish line before ink hits the screen. "I can't see!" I whine and Yuna shoves me off the bed. "YA YUNA!" I yell plopping on the floor. She laughs quietly. "I'm in 3rd!" She whines before giving me a blue shell right before the finish line. "HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME!" I yell looking over at her. She smirks and looks over at me sticking her tongue out. "Cheater!" I yell and she laughs. We both finish in 5th and 6th and I look at her. "We could have done better." She says simply and I look at her wide eyed. "You totally sabotaged me!" I yell flailing my arms around. "You sabotaged me!" She yells back jumping up on the bed into a kneeling position. "Another game?" I ask her and she nods happily picking a new course. "No funny business." I say getting up and sitting on my bed. Oh, it's on. "I won't be brought down so easily this time." She says cracking her knuckles. The race starts and I push out in front of her and she clicks her teeth. "Aish." She mutters as we drive over a bridge. Right before she's off the bridge Donkey Kong knocks her into the water. "WHAT THE FUCK. YOU PIECE OF SHIT! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT! WAH! TAE DID YOU SEE THAT SHIT?! IS HE CRAZY!" She screams and our door opens. "What is going on?!" Jimin yells from the doorway. We don't even turn to look at him. Yuna hits me with a red shell. "YUNA!" I yell throwing a pillow from behind me at her. She gets hit and just laughs. "Bye!" She says before flying into first place. I grip the controller and yell out before feeling my bed dip. "Aha! You were playing games?!" Jungkook says next to me and I nod still staring at the screen. I get into second and she shoots another turtle shell at me which barely misses. "You're being too much." I say looking at her briefly before looking back at my screen. The door opens again and I hear all the hyungs voices. "I can't sleep because our Yuna is screaming so loud." Yoongi hyung says yawning. Jimin jumps off my bed onto Yuna's and sits behind her. "We're almost done." She says before Jimin puts his chin on her shoulder. "Jimin, I love you but get off me. This is serious business." She says making him laugh. He takes his chin off and pouts. Yoongi jumps over my bed and lays down on Yuna's bed. "Go Yuna!" Jin cheers loudly. She takes a short cut and ends up at the finish line way before me. She turns to me with a brimming smile. She passes the controller to Jungkook and he smiles widely. I finally finish the race and shrug. "At least I'm second." I say, "You heard it. Taetae will always be second to me." Yuna says looking around at everyone. I roll my eyes and laugh. "Yuna has sense bringing some fun games!" Jin says sitting down in one of the two arm chairs next to the t.v. Namjoon hyung sits in the opposite chair and stretches out his legs. Jimin puts his chin back on Yuna's shoulder. I pass the controller to Jin and he smiles at me before moving the chair to look directly at the screen. "It's 10 a.m." Namjoon looks at Yuna and she nods putting her head on Jimins. "What do you want to eat?" Yuna asks as Yoongi hyung closes his eyes. "Tonkatsu." Yoongi mutters before turning onto his side. Yuna looks down at him and puts a pillow on his face. "Manager-nim! I want to go shopping." Hoseok hyung says from next to me. Yuna turns her head and looks at him struggling to see because of Jimin. "Minnie." She mutters and he switches shoulders before laughing. "Where do you want to go shopping?" Yuna asks him. Hobi hyung is interrupted by Jin hyungs piercing yell. "JEON JUNGKOOK!" Jin yells and Jungkook just laughs. "Hyung, get better at games." Jungkook retorts smirking. "I just want to shop more." Hobi responds shrugging. "When we go grab food, we can go shopping a bit. We have security so I feel better. They said when we go out to knock on their hotel door and they'll come with us." Yuna explains combing her fingers through her hair. "Let's just go to a Japanese restaurant nearby. Yuna is afraid to be outside." I say to them all and they all nod. "It's okay guys. Don't worry." Yuna says and Namjoon shakss his head. "We are looking out for you too. I agree with Tae." Everyone nods but Yoongi who's fallen asleep. "We'll leave at 11." Yuna says before laying back. Jimin lays back too and looks at her before smiling. "Shall we have a drink later?" He whispers to her and she smiles brightly. "Oh yes Jimin-ssi. We shall."

After a while of playing Mario Kart everyone went back to their rooms to get ready apart from Jimin and Yoongi who was still asleep on Yuna's bed. Jimin and I were sitting next to each other on my bed while Yuna went into the bathroom to get ready. We were sitting there before the bathroom door swings open and Yuna comes out without any makeup on. "Taetae, thank you for putting up my clothes and putting out my cosmetics. I didn't say it earlier." Yuna says with a smile. "You're welcome." I say as she walks back into the bathroom. There was a big, long mirror on the wall that could see into the bathroom if the door wasn't closed. Yuna kept the door open as she starts to wash her face. She grabs her phone and starts playing Dimple. "I call you illegirl." She sings while scrubbing her face. She has a pretty singing voice. "Is that an angel?" Yoongi asks quietly with his eyes still closed and a smile on his face. "Hyung." Jimin says with a laugh. Jimin and I stare through the mirror as Yuna sways to the music before rinsing her face. "That dimple is illegal. Illegal." She sing before drying her face. She applies lotion and Jimin looks at me. "We are being a bit creepy, aren't we?" Jimin whispers in my ear and I shrug. Yuna starts singing more and Jimin starts swaying with her voice. "Her voice is nice!" He whispers swept up in her music. "Was it a mistake made by an angel?" She sings fanning her face. She starts to do her eye makeup. She's so fast at it. Before we know it she is doing her eyeliner. As the song ends, First Love comes on by Yoongi hyung. She starts to nod her head finishing her eyeliner and she grabs something else. "I remember that moment, way taller than my height." She raps and Yoongi opens his eyes and sits up. I look over at him and smile. She starts rapping all the words looking in the mirror while putting on CC Cream. "I feel so nice mom, I feel so nice. I played the piano wherever my hands took me." She raps tapping her face with a foundation brush. I look at Yoongi again and he looks pleased. She puts on some lip tint and dances looking in the mirror. She brushes her hair and dances in the small space grooving to the beat of the song. She spins in place and Jimin looks over at me impressed. She shuts off the light in the bathroom and grabs her phone. Me and Jimin turn to each other and make it seem like we weren't looking and Yoongi hyung lays back down. Yuna steps out and runs and jumps next to Yoongi. "Silly." He says looking up at her with sleepy eyes. What a nonchalant hyung. She sits next to him and pulls out her phone. "Let's get back quickly so we can drink." She says with a laugh. Jimin nods. "Yeah, for sure." What will a drunk Yuna be like if she's my roommate?

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