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fighting fire

pairing: kihyun x reader wordcount: 6.7k summary: you’re more than happy to tag along on your friends’ lake trip when a spot opens up, but the host is out to get you. 8am hikes and full days of activities? no, you have a book to read! genre/themes: sunshine/grumpy, enemies to lovers(ish), smut-adjacent? (m&f solo masturbation), outdoors/camping themes, lots of starship cameos, mostly plot, acts of service kihyun.

a/n: welp all I want is romantic buildup these days. oh well @wavelikewhat i hope you enjoy!!! :D

You groaned as the car continued to drive over the road to the cabin. You had been hoping to get some sleep on the way in, but no such luck. The location was deep in the woods with a single, unpaved road as the sole access. With every divot and rock that the vehicle bounced over, your prospects of sleep slipped even further through your fingers.

“How much longer until we’re there?” you asked of Shownu, who was driving.

“GPS says 20 more minutes?”

“So close yet so far,” you groaned, shifting to look out the window.

As grumpy as you were about the drive, you had to admit it was beautiful out here. Dense woods surrounded a beautiful lake and the cabin was supposed to be right on the water. Jooheon had roped you into this trip at the last minute, after Naomi had had to cancel and you were glad for the opportunity but also not super looking forward to having to meet new people. You probably knew 4 people in total that were on the group trip. Jooheon and Shownu, of course, and Hyungwon and Dasom were among your close friends. Outside of that Jooheon had mentioned a few names that you recognized, but only barely.

“There it is, I can see it!” Jooheon started shouting excitedly as Shownu took a sudden right turn.

“Whoa,” you gaped appreciatively. You hadn’t really been sure what to expect from a cabin in the woods, but it far exceeded your imagination. It was constructed of a beautiful, dark wood with fine detailing and a large, brass weathervane and matching hardware. “It’s gorgeous.”

“I’m so glad we have rich friends,” Jooheon chuckled, hopping out of the passenger seat after Shownu had parked.

“Ahhhhh!” Shownu let out a loud yell in the general direction of the lake as he stretched.

“It smells great!” you smiled as you stretched your legs as well.

“I thought I heard Shownu,” Dasom waved delightedly as she ran down the stairs. “You made it!” she wrapped you into a hug before moving to greet the other boys. “Honey, you look big! Have you been working out?”

“Sure have,” Jooheon nodded proudly, flexing comically as Hyungwon finally emerged from the cabin as well.

“You made it,” he waved tiredly, looking as if he’d just woken from a nap.

“Is everyone else here already?” Jooheon asked as he walked towards the back of the car to unload bags.

“Yep, ”

“Ah, ok ok,” Jooheon nodded, loading Shownu up with the bulk of the luggage.

You grabbed your own backpack and followed the group in through the front door. Dasom was moving to show you to your room when an impossibly smiley face popped into the hallway.

“Ah! You must be YN! So glad to meet you, drop your things off, we have a packed agenda!”

“A-ah, this is Kihyun,” Dasom filled in the gaps, seeing your blank face.

“Oh yes, sorry! I’m Kihyun, welcome to my family’s lake house!”

“Ah,” you nodded slowly, understanding this enthusiastic host personality a little better.

“So yes, please set your things down and we’ll get moving soon!”

“Can I…not?” you asked. “I’d rather just get some sleep here, if that’s okay?”

“Oh, um…” Kihyun’s face fell at your unexpected admission. “I guess that’s fine?”

“Awesome,” you gave him a half-hearted thumbs up before poking Dasom to show you your room.

Kihyun’s lips pursed as he watched you walk away. It had been a long time since someone had turned down one of his vacation agendas. People always had a good time!

“I’m so tired!” you exhaled as you flopped down onto the bed.

“You sure you’ll be okay alone here?” Dasom chuckled as you rolled yourself up in blankets. “We might be gone for a while, Kihyun usually packs a pretty full day of activities.”

“Even better,” you rolled your eyes, “I’m a rest and relaxation type of person, so probably best to keep me away from him.”

“Oh, uh, haha, sure!” Dasom suddenly grew awkward.

“What?” you narrowed your eyes at her.

“Nothing!” she laughed, but you knew your friend better than that.

“Tell me or I’ll show Hyungwon the pictures of when you cut your own bangs in middle school,” you threatened. Not that it would achieve anything, Hyungwon liked Dasom simply too much.

“We actually thought you’d like Kihyun,” she finally admitted.

“That guy?” your eyes swiveled back and forth, trying to make the math math.

“You two are actually kind of similar, but whatever!” she laughed, “We can keep you apart, if that’s what you want.”

You nodded shortly, waving her off to Kihyun’s activities. As you drifted into sleep, you found yourself thinking about this Kihyun. What kind of sick freak would torture everyone by not alloting the first night of a vacation to unwind and decompress?

…

“YN-ah?” Dasom knocked quietly on your door as she peeked in. You seemed to still be deep asleep, but she didn’t want you to miss dinner. “YN?” she called again, slightly loud and was relieved when you started to stir.

“Yea?” you turned to her, haired slightly fucked up on one side and eyes still puffy.

“We’re gonna eat dinner. I just wanted to check in and see if you want to eat now? Or I can set something aside for you.”

“I’ll come now!” you nodded, rubbing your face vigorously to wake up. You raked your fingers through your hair a few times, but it wasn’t like there was anyone to impress anyways. “What are we eating?” you asked through a yawn as you followed Dasom.

“We’re grilling over the fire!”

“Oh great! We’ll have to make sure it’s fully out before we go to bed, though.”

“Yes yes, our fire safety manager,” Dasom rolled her eyes at you.

“Hey, I am not trying to die in a cabin fire this weekend!” you sniffed indignantly. Fire safety was no joke!

“Oh, you’re up! Come sit next to me,” Jooheon gestured at you excitedly. You took the open seat happily. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes, the bed is very comfortable. Plus I was exhausted.”

“I told you, you need to stop working so hard!”

“It was the end of the quarter, I couldn’t help it,” you shrugged, glancing around to see what was on the menu. You were a little disappointed to see it was almost all fatty cuts of meat. Trying to be subtle, you checked around for perhaps some vegetables or even a stray mushroom, but no such luck.

“Oh great! You’re next to me! I’m excited to get to know you more,” Kihyun’s annoying voice grated on your nerves as he returned to his chair at the fire pit.

“Oh great,” you laughed sarcastically, but Kihyun didn’t seem to catch it.

“Wait, YN, do you know everyone?” he asked suddenly.

“Ah, shit!” Jooheon slapped himself comically. “I forgot to do intros!” he shouted as he stood up. Going around clockwise, he named every person and how he knew them.

“Ah, those that are new to me: nice to meet you all,” you laughed, “Thanks for letting me tag along!”

“The more the merrier!” Minhyuk raised his glass jovially.

“Did you sleep well?” Kihyun asked as he grilled strips of pork belly over the fire.

“Yes. Thanks.”

“Good! You missed out on a fun day, though.”

“Okay,” you shrugged. You knew you were being a bit rude, but you just didn’t have much to say to him.

Kihyun smiled into the fire as he tried to understand why you seemed to dislike him so. As the host, it was his job to make sure you had a good time, but his attempts so far had been rebuffed. No matter, he could press on. As things finished cooking, he doled them out to the hungry group.

“Ah, thanks,” you smiled weakly as Kihyun placed pork belly into your bowl. You nibbled at the meatier bits of it, but ended up tucking the majority of it under your rice.

“Did you not like the food?” Kihyun couldn’t help but ask later in the night after noticing that you’d primarily eaten banchan and rice. He truly was perplexed by you.

“No, no!” you shook your head, surprised at his crestfallen expression. “It’s not your cooking! I just-…I don’t really eat fatty cuts of meat. It’s a texture thing.”

“Oh, I see! I'm so sorry, Jooheon didn’t mention. I would’ve gotten something else for you!”

“It’s fine,” you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. His need to people please irritated you for some reason. “You don’t really have to do this ‘host’ thing for me. I’m just here. I’ll be fine.”

Kihyun blinked at you. His confusion about you now had a streak of irritation running through it. Why would you not want him to be nice to you?

“Kihyun, what’s on the docket for tomorrow?” Hyungwon asked. His arm was slung around Dasom’s shoulders, which made you smile uncontrollably widely.

“Let’s meet downstairs at eight for coffee and breakfast. Morning walk around the lake, then we can make lunch and decide on what to do in the afternoon/evening.”

“Eight…AM?!” you clarified with a concerned look on your face. “Is there a reason we can’t walk around the lake later in the day?”

“The bugs get pretty nasty as it warms up,” Kihyun shrugged simply.

“Ah,” you nodded, of course they did.

“That works for me,” Shownu shrugged, and the rest of the group agreed. Hyungwon didn’t even protest, which surprised you.

“Sounds perfect,” you gave Kihyun a big thumbs up, which earned you a chuckle and an eye roll.

“I’m about ready to turn in, what should we do for clean up?” Jooheon stood from his seat.

“If you can take all of the dishes in, I can take care of the rest.”

“I’ll put the fire out!” you volunteered, jumping out of your chair.

Kihyun looked at you in surprise. This was the most enthusiastic he’d seen you so far, and it was about putting out the fire?

“Fire safety is important,” you clarified, seeing his odd look.

“No, I agree,” he nodded prudently, “I just- nevermind.”

You shrugged and turned to put out the fire. With a poker, you pushed apart the already waning coals. The flames dimmed to a soft glow.

“Is there water I can use to put this out?”

“Yes, but you’d have to carry it down from the cabin.”

“Ah, okay. I’ll just wait for it to burn out,” you shrugged. The fire pit was a medium distance from the cabin and you didn’t really feel like carrying buckets of water to and from.

Kihyun nodded, busying himself with other cleanup tasks. When he was satisfied with the state of things, he turned his head towards you. Your expression was soft in the dying glow of the fire pit’s light. At least softer than any you had graced him with. Kihyun couldn’t help but feel frustrated for a moment. Even though he knew he didn’t have to be and you had even given him permission not to be so worried about playing host, he couldn’t seem to let it go. He was so used to being the entertainer and it irritated him that you weren’t responding to him positively. He felt a strong desire to break through your shell.

“You don’t have to wait for me,” your voice broke through his thoughts after feeling his gaze on you.

“Sure,” Kihyun shrugged, moving to take the seat next to you, “But I’m going to anyway.”

“You’re dead set on annoying me, aren’t you?” you scoffed, moving one seat to the right to reestablish the space between you two.

“Seems so,” Kihyun smirked.

“How do you know Jooheon anyways?” you found yourself curious.

“We went to high school together.”

You nodded. That was simple enough. You poked the last few embers again, willing them to go out quickly as you observed Kihyun in their last wisps of light. Like all of Jooheon’s friends, he was handsome, but there was something about Kihyun’s handsome that almost made you mad. His jawline was too sharp, his nose too perfect, and his smile too beaming. You didn’t trust anyone who looked like that. And then he wanted you to like him, too? No such luck. You were being unreasonable, of course, but you could just say you had ‘incompatible personalities’ and call it a day.

“Are you satisfied that the fire is out?” Kihyun’s voice punctured the darkness. You had been so busy being frustrated about his perfect face that you’d forgotten the task at hand.

“I think so,” you nodded, making a show of poking the ashes a few more times before standing.

“Here, take my hand. There’s a few roots that you might trip over on the way back.”

“I’ll be okay, I’ll just walk behind you,” you shook your head, grabbing onto the back of his windbreaker gingerly.

“Suit yourself,” he shrugged, leading the way back to the cabin. Even in his sleep, he could probably make this walk back without stumbling, but he had been right about the roots. You had managed to make it about two thirds of the way before your toe caught a gnarled limb and you fell face first into Kihyun’s back.

A small ‘oop’ was all he heard before he felt himself being bowled forward. He managed to catch himself with his arms, but you landed fully on his back, forcing him the rest of the way down to the ground.

“I told you!” he found himself chiding you. He wasn’t really mad, but he was startled by your warmth suddenly pressed flush against his back and his pent up irritation with you from earlier snuck through in his tone.

“Sorry!” you shouted, floundering slightly as you tried to get yourself off of his back. Your palms first contacted his shoulders and the warm firmness startled you. Trying again, you placed your hands on the ground between his ribcage and biceps and pressed up. Your knees slotted in between his and you managed to get upright without falling back onto him.

“Okay, I’m up,” you dusted yourself off as you stood. You reached down, extending a hand to him without thought to pull him up.

“None of this would’ve happened if you would’ve just taken my hand earlier when I offered it.”

“Sir, yes, sir!” you saluted him mockingly. If someone had asked, you would have had no earthly explanation for why you’d decided to say that, but you found that you really enjoyed seeing Kihyun riled up.

Kihyun cocked his head slowly at you as you made the rest of the way back to the cabin without him. His tongue poked in his cheek as he tried to keep his cool. You had no idea how much you were testing him.

…

“Good morning, sunshine,” Jooheon teased as you shuffled into the kitchen. In a court of law, they’d really have a field day determining whether you were legally awake or not.

“Coffee?” a cheery voice offered. You turned to see Kihyun smiling brightly, a mug outstretched towards you.

“Thank you,” you regarded him suspiciously. You didn’t trust people who were bright and cheery in the morning, but it wasn’t enough to keep you from caffeine.

Kihyun raised an eyebrow as he turned back to his own mug. Accepting the coffee was at least some sort of progress, right?

“Honey,” you meandered towards Jooheon, leaning into him tiredly. “Is this morning walk going to be worth it?”

“Yes, so drink your coffee and wake up!” he insisted.

You narrowed your eyes at your friend before taking a sip. Wait. Your head swiveled to Kihyun before swiveling back. This was an incredible cup of coffee! Increasingly suspicious.

“You’re really not a morning person, huh?” Minhyuk teased as he walked towards Jooheon.

“Not even on my best day,” you shook your head sadly. “Worst part is I’m not even a night owl. I’m just tired all the time.”

Minhyuk laughed at your forlorn expression. You finished your coffee as the group slowly cycled in and out of their bedrooms, getting changed for the day and ready to go. Before long, everyone was booted, suited, and walking out the door.

“So YN, what is it that you do for work?” Minhyuk asked, having decided to get to know you today.

“Ah, I work in finance for an apparel company! How about yourself?”

“Oh interesting! Any specific type of apparel?”

“No, we kind of make everything,” you laughed.

“I see! I’m an art preparator at a gallery.”

“Okay! Now that’s interesting!” your eyes widened. “Did you study to go into that?”

Minhyuk nodded, eager to tell you all about his career path. In his excitement, he looped his arm into yours as you walked, attracting a curious glare from behind.

Kihyun couldn’t help but feel irritated. For all your standoffishness with him, you seemed to be interested in Minhyuk just fine. Initially, Kihyun had posited that you were introverted or shy with new people, but this piece of evidence poked a good sized hole in that theory.

“You okay?” Hyungwon nudged him gently, seeing the deep folds between his eyebrows.

“Oh, yeah!” Kihyun shook his head, trying to empty it of thoughts.

“It’s a nice day out,” the taller man remarked.

“Very,” Kihyun agreed. Try as he might, he couldn’t keep his eyes from admiring your silhouette from the rear. How annoying.

Hyungwon smirked, unnoticed by his friend. When Dasom had said you two were similar, she had been right. Unfortunately, stubbornness was one of those shared traits.

“What’s the plan for the afternoon?”

“I was planning to make a grocery run into town. People can join if they want, otherwise they can relax here.”

“Didn’t you just pick up groceries on the way in?”

“Yes, but it turns out I’m missing a few things,” Kihyun shrugged.

“Okay, well, I’m not going.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t counting on you,” Kihyun rolled his eyes at his friend.

…

“Kihyun’s back!” Jooheon shouted excitedly as you lounged in a hammock. As you read your book, you could hear the crush of tires over gravel.

“Do you need help?” Shownu asked.

“Yes, but there’s not much, so you’ll be enough,” Kihyun waved off the other helpful faces that had turned towards him.

You shrugged, that worked for you just fine. You had found this hammock in one of the closets and after the unexpected difficulty of finding two appropriately distanced trees, you weren’t sure you would get out until the trip was over. You had grabbed a blanket, tucked in with your current romance novel, and the slow burn was burning, so you were cozy as could be. You were in the middle of kicking your feet and squealing over the protagonists when Jooheon rudely interrupted you for dinner.

“Are you reading one of those horny books again?” he asked, trying to take a peek at the words on the page.

“No! It’s just a romance!” you tugged your book away from him indignantly. “They’re in love!”

“Yeah, yeah,” he laughed at you, pulling at the hammock, “Come on it’s time to eat!”

“Oh, really? It’s that late already?”

“Yeah, but you were too wrapped up in your porn to notice!”

“It’s not porn!” you yelled indignantly, threatening to thump him over the head with your book.

“What’s not porn?” Dasom asked curiously as you neared the table.

“The book she’s reading.”

“It’s not-! All of you shut up,” you shook your finger sternly at the table, drawing a few laughs.

“We’re all adults here,” Minhyuk laughed before leaning towards you conspiratorially, “So what kind of porn is it?”

“Jesus Christ,” you cursed. Jooheon’s friends were just as bad as he was. “I’ll be the first to admit that, yes, I do read spicy books, but this one isn’t! They’re in love but they just don’t know it yet,” you sighed dreamily.

“Boring!” Minhyuk clicked his tongue before moving into a different subject.

Kihyun watched the exchange with interest. He was surprised at the ease with which you admitted to reading erotica. He was still irked at the rapport that you had so quickly established with Minhyuk. But most concerningly of all, he was in disbelief at the way his breath had caught in his throat seeing you smile, starry eyed, thinking about your book. He needed to get a grip.

As Minhyuk steered the conversation elsewhere, you took a look at the dinner offerings on the table. You had expected much of the same as last time, but were surprised to see triangle kimbap and kimchi jjigae set out.

“Oo!” your eyes lit up with delight at the sight of some of your favorite foods. You waited just enough time to be deemed polite before digging into one of the kimbap. “Oh!” you gasped in delight upon realizing that it was stuffed with pepper tuna. This was definitely in your top five favorite foods.

“Isn’t it good?” Dasom smiled at you. “Kihyun’s a pretty good cook.”

“Did you make all of this?” you turned to Kihyun, slightly alarmed. “Nobody helped?”

“You all seemed busy or were relaxing. Plus nothing was too difficult,” he shrugged.

“But you cooked two nights in a row. You should at least enlist some of us to help,” you grumbled, now irritated at how good the food tasted.

“Most of these friends are a disaster in the kitchen,” Kihyun chuckled, “Easier just to do it myself.”

“Ah,” you opened and shut your mouth. You had almost volunteered to help him cook tomorrow, but thought better of it. God forbid you ended up stabbing him in frustration.

Dasom held in a giggle as she watched you munching on your kimbap. Your face was screwed up in such intense concentration that you might as well have been deriving calculus equations. You had always been so stubborn.

For the second night in a row, you found yourself on fire pit duty. Standing authoritatively with your poking stick, you made yourself useful by stoking the flames and feeding the fire until people were ready to turn in. For the second night in a row, you found yourself stranded in dreadfully romantic lighting with Kihyun, who gestured vaguely about possible bears and refused to leave you alone.

“Dinner was good tonight,” you couldn’t help but fill in the painfully awkward silence.

“Oh! Good,” he was surprised, lips curling up at you with pleasure.

“Spicy tuna kimbap was my favorite snack as a kid,” you recalled with a smile as you broke up a few medium sized coals.

“Mm, Dasom told me,” Kihyun answered through a yawn.

“Sorry?” you blinked, eyes flashing to him in confusion.

“You hardly ate anything yesterday, so I asked her for some ideas on what you would eat. I know everyone else’s preferences pretty well, already,” he shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“I-,” your thoughts stuttered for a moment. “I told you don’t have to try so hard to play host to me!”

“I’m so fascinated as to why you are so resistant to me just being…nice to you.”

“It’s not that, I just…” you trailed off. To be honest, you couldn’t explain the irritation that Kihyun seemed to inspire in you. You thought so hard, trying to scrounge up reasons, that you didn’t notice your poking stick falling into a pile of ashes until it was too late. “Oh shit!” you jumped, surprised into action. Hovering your hand over the fire, you discerned that it was cool enough for you to retrieve, but not without covering your hands in ash. “Oh god, what a mess,” you chided yourself, trying to see how dirty your hands had gotten in the dim lighting.

“YN!” Kihyun all but shouted as you leaned almost too far forward and your hair threatened to dip into the glowing embers. Without a second thought, he scooped your hair up into one hand and pulled you back with the other.

“Oh shit, thanks,” you looked up at him in surprise. “Ca-can you tie my hair up? I have a hair tie, but my hands are covered in ash,” you offered your wrist to him.

Swallowing, Kihyun nodded, letting your hair fall back down as he fiddled with the hair tie. Grabbing you by the wrist, he turned your palm to face the ground as he pulled the hair tie off with his other hand. Your heart started pounding loudly and unfortunately it did not get any slower or quieter as he moved to pull your hair back up. Gently, his fingers raked along your scalp, gathering your locks into a relatively neat bundle. You managed to reign in the soft moan that wanted to leave your lips, but you couldn’t do anything about the flush that spread across your cheeks and neck.

“Your hair is soft,” he remarked as he pulled everything into a ponytail and you shivered slightly. Out of disgust for his wildly unnecessary statement, of course, and not because his breath had whispered against the nape of your neck.

“Okay, thanks!” you cleared your throat aggressively as you jumped away from him. What the hell was going on? Without a second thought for fire safety, you rushed back into the cabin, needing to distance yourself from this insufferable man immediately.

Kihyun couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face as he finished putting out the fire. He really couldn’t explain why he felt so affected by you, but he was relieved to see that he didn’t seem to be alone in it. Even if you insisted on fighting tooth and nail against it, you couldn’t take back the reaction you’d just had because he’d been there to see it himself.

…

“Raining again?” you looked sadly at the soaking hammock through the window. This was the second day in a row!

“Yeah, according to the forecast it doesn’t seem like it’ll let up all day,” Dasom shrugged.

You briefly toyed with the idea of a walk in the rain. You had packed a rain jacket and your boots were water resistant. You had managed to avoid Kihyun successfully yesterday, but you weren’t confident that you could work that magic two days in a row. You read a few more pages as you let the idea marinate.

“I’m going out for a walk,” you stood up suddenly after two more pages, announcing to no one in particular.

“In the rain?” Hyungwon seemed concerned.

“I like the rain!” you insisted, pulling your rain jacket and boots on hurriedly before rushing out the door.

You exhaled with relief as you stepped into the rain. You’d been honest when you’d told Hyungwon that you liked it. The way the air smelled and the feeling of raindrops hitting your hood was reassuring. In the rain there was no Kihyun and no hair tie, so you could finally think straight. Pursing your lips, you decided the trail around the lake could use another lap.

…

“How long has YN been out?” Dasom asked Hyungwon, slightly concerned.

“Maybe forty minutes or an hour?” he wondered, trying to remember what time it had been when you had rushed out so unceremoniously.

“An hour? That seems like a long time, doesn’t it? What if something happened!”

“What’s going on?” Kihyun picked up on Dasom's slightly panicked tone.

“YN left to walk in the rain, possibly up to an hour ago. I’m just wondering if I should be concerned.”

“She went out in this rain?” Kihyun found himself worried. Normally he would be concerned about wild animals, but they would be largely deterred by the rain. No, today he was more worried about lightning posing a safety hazard.

“Do you think we need to go look for her?” Dasom asked, waiting for some sort of cue from Kihyun on whether she should panic.

“No, I don’t think it’s anything to be too worried about. I might just go take a look for myself,” Kihyun decided. He had just pulled on a waterproof jacket when the front door opened.

“Dasom, I need help!” you laughed uncontrollably as you poked your head in.

“Are you okay?” she rushed towards you hurriedly.

“Yes, I’m fine, I’m just all muddy,” you laughed, gesturing to yourself. You were, indeed, covered in mud. During the last quarter of your walk around the trail, you had taken quite a slip in a small dip in the trail. “Will you grab me a towel and a change of clothes? Don’t want to track all of this into the house,” you explained as you peeled off your rain jacket.

“You can just come in,” Kihyun suggested as he handed you a towel. “We can clean up the mud.”

“No, I’m truly covered, I’ll change out here,” you insisted, peeling off your wet shirt before accepting the towel to dry off your face. You were so singularly focused on getting dry that you did not register how exposed you had become in front of Kihyun.

“Here’s a shirt and shorts!” Dasom appeared, pushing Kihyun away as she handed you the dry clothes.

“Thank you!” you smiled, pulling the shirt over your head. It took some finagling to change into the shorts, but before long you were acceptably clean and dry. You bundled up your wet clothes to take to the laundry and gave it one last shake before entering the cabin.

“You look like a wet dog,” Shownu remarked. If it had been anyone else, you would’ve assumed the statement was meant to offend but it was Shownu.

“Thanks,” you rolled your eyes at him as you walked across the open area.

“Wet dog my ass,” Kihyun grumbled under his breath. He had seen entirely too much of you while you were busy peeling off your wet clothes and that had been a grave misstep.

…

Kihyun exhaled sharply as he laid in bed. There was something wrong with him. He had seen plenty of people more naked than you, so this really shouldn’t be bothering him! Unfortunately for him, he now knew exactly how you were shaped and that in turn meant he could imagine what you might look like over him, under him, and try as he might, he could not get these imaginations out of his head.

Grumbling, he flipped back onto his back, kicking the sheets off. It was too hot. It was pouring cool rain outside, but somehow it was way too hot in this room.

Kihyun squeezed his eyes shut. He was really trying not to give into his baser urges, but the erection pressing at the front of his boxers seemed to demand otherwise. He exhaled deeply, pushing whatever guilt or other hangups he had out of his head as he reached down, cupping himself through the thin fabric. Even this slight self stimulation was enough to provide some relief and his head lolled back as he palmed himself, hips pressing up for more pressure.

“Fuck,” he panted, his other hand dancing across his chest and over his collarbones, his mind drawing up images of the way your lips might nibble across his skin and the way they would most assuredly curl up at the corners when you heard his desperate sounds.

Kihyun growled roughly, having had enough of this self inflicted torture. He pushed his boxers down his hips and kicked them off. He grasped himself fully, using his leaking precum to lubricate himself as he thrust desperately up into his fist. Groaning, he fully leaned into the fantasy of you over him, meeting his thrusts. He fabricated the way your brows would pinch together as you held onto him for support. The way your lips would form a sweet ‘o’ shape as you gasped and clutched at him desperately. There was nothing he wanted more in this moment than to make you cum, hard, for him. He was well past a lost cause at this point.

“Shit!” Kihyun cursed as his balls tightened, signaling a quickly pending release. His abs tensed before he emptied himself onto them. He swallowed hard. He really hoped the rain would let up soon so you all could have another meal outside. Fire pit duty seemed to be one of the only times that you would tolerate being alone with him.

…

Your eyes widened as you flipped to the next page of your book. Perhaps you had been wrong…this book was, in fact, getting spicy. You squirmed and your eyes flitted to your suitcase briefly before they continued down the page.

“Yeah! Yeah,” you sighed after trying to talk yourself out of it. You placed your book facedown on the bed and hopped down.

You commended your own foresight as you pulled your vibrator necklace out of a small pocket of your suitcase. You tossed the chain to the side before settling back into bed and picking up where you’d left off. The book was shortly abandoned as your hands and mind took over.

Flipping onto your back, the fingertips of your left hand trailed, featherlight, just above the waistband of your sleeping shorts. Goosebumps broke out across your skin and you cupped your breast with your right hand, squeezing firmly. A desperate little moan punctured the silence as you sank into the mattress, eyelids pressing shut.

Your mind wandered back to the book. The male protagonist had just been wedging his leg between the female lead’s thighs, hand at the base of her throat, pressing her firmly into the mattress. You sighed, ah, to be either of them. Your left hand slid down to tease gently at your inner thighs as your right hand searched out the vibrator in your sheets. Flipping it on, you teased yourself, very briefly, by trailing it along your sternum and downwards.

“Oh,” you shuddered as you finally brought it to your clit. Rubbing insistently through the fabric of your shorts, your head fell back, eyes fluttering shut as you ground your hips up against it.

You let out a confused gasp as Kihyun’s eyes, lips, and hands flashed through your foggy mind. Your eyebrows furrowed slightly, but you were not quite present enough of mind to stop. If anything, your hips sought out the vibrator even more and your mind betrayed you as you fully imagined Kihyun snapping his hips into you. The way he’d smirk at the sounds that you made for him and the way you’d clutch at him, needing more and more.

You let out a moan that was somehow both reluctant and desperate as you came intensely to the thought of him. It wasn’t until the post-nut clarity had settled in that you had the decency to be embarrassed. What the hell had just happened?

…

“Ah, I’m so glad the rain finally let up! I missed eating outside!” you bounced on the balls of your feet happily.

Kihyun couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face as he watched you setting up the fire. Obviously, he didn’t think that you put the same amount of meaning on your firepit interactions as he did, but he had accepted that he had lost at least part of his mind over you.

You were trying so hard not to look at Kihyun between stacking logs. Your confusion over his appearance in your self care activities last night had evolved into a knob of guilt and you knew you would not be able to look him in the eye without telling on yourself. Instead, you overly immersed yourself in firepit duty.

“Did you sleep well?” Dasom asked you kindly, not knowing that your sleep last night was a very touchy subject.

“S-super normal and good sleep,” you gave her a thumbs up with an awkward smile. Luckily for you, you were a bit of a strange person to begin with, so Dasom didn’t actually think too much of this.

Kihyun’s eyes narrowed at you. Was he truly delusional now or did he actually see a slight brush creeping up your neck?

“What about you, Kihyun?” Hyungwon echoed his girlfriend’s question. “Sleep well?”

“Good and normal,” he couldn’t help but use your own words to tease you. He commended himself for not copying your thumbs up even though he desperately wanted to.

You scowled, warmth creeping even further up your neck.

“Do you need some wood?” Minhyuk asked, eyeing the fire.

“Excuse me?!” you balked at his phrasing.

“Hah! Haha, oh god, I’m sorry! I just…I didn’t think that through,” he laughed as his auditory processing caught up to his mouth.

“When are folks planning on heading out tomorrow?” Jooheon asked of the group, changing the subject.

You didn’t really listen as folks rattled off their expected departure times. One more night. One more night here with Kihyun was all you had to get through and then you’d never see him again. You could do this.

Kihyun watched as you poked the fire, clearly lost in your own thoughts. Jooheon’s comment was a sobering reminder that, indeed, you only had one more night together. One last opportunity to either act on this desire that now sat heavy in his gut or to just let things go and allow this opportunity to slip through his fingers.

“You’re gonna put the fire out again?” Jooheon pouted as he stood to go to bed. You nodded at him, giggling at his typical antics. “Okay, well don’t forget we need to leave tomorrow by 11am at the latest. If you don’t make it, I’m leaving you here with Kihyun.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Kihyun’s voice cut through the cool night’s air.

“I’d walk into the lake and never come back out,” you glared at Jooheon.

“Alright, good night you wonderful delight,” he rolled his eyes at you before walking inside.

“So did you have an alright time on this trip?” Kihyun asked after a solid chunk of silence watching you from across the fire. He was leaned back in his chair, finishing off his beer.

“Why do you care so much whether I enjoy myself?”

“Is it so impossible to accept that your pleasure is important to me?”

Your eyes widened a fraction of a hair at his phrasing. You were fabricating things, right? You were just on edge because of last night. Kihyun became inordinately pleased as he watched your expression. He had been right, you were blushing just a little.

“You don’t have to babysit me again. At this point, I can make it back to the cabin by myself. No tripping, I promise.”

Kihyun stood, placing one hand into his pocket as the other grabbed his empty beer bottle.

“If you really want me to go, I will leave,” he spoke, his voice tinged with something different and new.

You met his gaze as he looked down at you. The light of the fire may have been waning, but you could see desire there, clear as day. It was so clear that you had to look away for fear of acting on it. Your heartbeat grew louder and faster as you listened to him step towards you until he was standing directly in front of you. A finger snuck under your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“Tell me you want me to go inside, and I will.” His final offer. You swallowed.

“No,” you breathed, eyes glued to his. His expression softened with relief before he pulled you up to your feet. A soft exhale punched through the night air before his lips met yours.

Kihyun kissed you in a way that was almost laughably in character. He was firm, insistent, and thorough. He gripped your jaw securely and poured into you in a way that you were simply unaccustomed to.

“The fire,” you objected, pressing against his firm chest.

“Fuck the fire,” Kihyun groaned, pulling you back towards him.

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💭💕Daddies💕💭 Monsta X OT7

Topic: Random scenarios where the reader is pregnant with one of the member's babies and simple daily interactions with them as soon-to-be fathers. Pretty fluffy.

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Shownu

Sweat dripped from his brow as he whisked the batter feverishly with a scowl on his face. A mess of eggshells, flour, and dirty utensils crowded the kitchen island and you did your best not to crack a smile as you watched your husband struggle.

He was the one who insisted on making your pancakes from scratch despite having premade mix in the cabinet.

And you were FORBIDDEN from helping him.

Not for a lack of trying though...

"Can I help you with something?" you asked for the first time since perching yourself on the kitchen island bar stool.

Hyunwoo shakes his head emphatically before shooting you a warning look through his brow.

"You can stop asking me that. That would help.." he grumbles. In the process, he splatters a goop of batter up into his face. Your eyes widen with concern and you hop down from your seat to go to him, swiping a few paper towels on the way.

Hyunwoo's crinkled features remain as one of his eyes is screwed shut and covered with pancake batter that you quickly begin wiping away.

"Hold still" you chuckle as you go to work cleaning his face and as he's slowly freed of the mess he made of himself, your husband's eyes warm as he gazed down at you softly.

You're too distracted at first to notice him looking at you the way he was. But when you did, you froze with the paper towel resting between your hand and his jawline.

"What?" you frown and Hyunwoo smirks dazedly before reaching up to caress your hand against his face.

"I just wanted to do something special for you..." he mutters.

"Both of you," he adds, resting his hand over your flat tummy.

You weren't showing at all yet but you could feel every bit of pregnant as the weeks passed. You'd been suffering horribly and had even lost some weight due to the morning sickness. So when your appetite finally returned, Hyunwoo jumped at the opportunity to feed you something he knew he couldn't screw up.

Despite him already being an exceptional cook, he wanted to make this breakfast perfect for you.

If only he knew how perfect he already was.

Wonho

You didnt think there would be such a thing as being too prepared until you got pregnant.

3 weeks out from your due date and Hoseok had everything prepared down to a T.

Every bag was packed and waiting in the car. The car seat is perfectly assembled. The baby's room is fully safety-proofed and equipped with monitors.

All of her clothes and toys had been washed and sanitized more than once and at this point, all there was left to do was have the baby.

Should be easy right?

"Hoseok....what is this?" you smirked down at the printed stack of papers you found in your overnight bag.

Your husband was in the kitchen, grasping his shaker bottle in one hand and dumping his measured supplements in with the other.

Such simple movements made the beautifully sculpted muscles in his forearms flex subtly, making you stare.

It was hard not feeling like a potato in the presence of such a specimen, now especially since he'd been training for some fitness thing. You didn't know. It was always something with him.

Wearing his favorite baggy Jordan Tee with the sleeves cut and loose gym shorts that stopped just above his knees, Hoseok turns to you. Through his glasses, he squints his eyes pointlessly to see what you were referring to.

"Oh....our birth plan," he responds casually before proceeding to twist the bottle's cap on tightly. As he begins shaking it vigorously, you approach him in the kitchen.

"Baby....this is almost 20 pages long. The birth plan I filled out was hardly a page." You furrowed your brow. Hoseok mirrored your expression briefly at your confusion, pushing back his dark brown bangs away from his forehead.

"And you thought one page would be enough..." he grunts, still shaking his bottle.

Your gaze catches on his chest muscles, noticing how they too flexed with every movement. Then you looked down at your swollen chest and vaguely wonder which one of you was bigger.

"Um....yeah. All I need them to know is that I want a vaginal birth with drugs and drugs and lots of drugs." You tear your eyes away from your husband's pecs and look up at his equally distracting face with a smile.

Hoseok smirks down at you and shakes his head. He seems satisfied with the mixture of his protein shake and pops the small drinking cap open to tip it against his lips to take a hefty sip.

As he swallowed you winced slightly at the sharp little nudges in your ribcage. You let out a tiny groan with a sharp inhale and Hoseok immediately pulls the bottle from his mouth, dribbles of his shake dripping down his chin as he set it aside. His eyes are wide with concern and his large hands instinctively touch your belly.

"What's wrong? What happened? Is it a contraction? Are they constant? Are they close? Are you.."

"Hoseok! Shut up. She's just kicking me." you interrupt him, rolling your eyes.

Seeming to feel her father's presence from deep in the womb, the baby begins kicking and squirming beneath Hoseok's hands. Though increasingly uncomfortable and unamusing for you, Hoseok's eyes sparkle with wonder and love. This huge hulk of a man with such a disciplined and organized manner is melted instantly by this tiny little human growing inside of you.

He smiles but it fades from elation to melancholy when the only thought that had been plaguing him for months makes an unwanted appearance.

"I just....want to be ready for her. You're already doing the hardest part of all of this so...I don't know. I guess I'm overcompensating. I just wanna be enough..." Hoseok admits unexpectedly.

You'd known since you both first found out you were pregnant that he was scared, but you never thought it stemmed from his doubt of himself.

You sigh.

"First of all...I don't think there is a man on this planet more prepared for this baby than you are. Secondly.." you pause to reach up and caress Hoseok's cheek, turning his head so that he could look you in the eye.

"You're more than enough. Never doubt that."

Your words seem to placate him since he only nods in response. You could tell from the shine in his eyes that he was on the brink of getting emotional, something you wished he didn't try so hard to suppress.

But you opt for not pressing an issue unnecessarily in favor of redirecting to the original topic at hand.

"Now...about this long-ass birth plan...."

Minhyuk

"Yah! Watch you're going!" Minhyuk shouts at the bike rider as he swerved around the space where you and he were walking. The city boardwalk is crowded more than usual due to the time of day and Minhyuk insisted on getting the ice cream to go because of it. But you wanted to watch the sky change colors as you enjoyed your cone with his fingers intertwined with yours lovingly.

His grip disappears when he placed his arm across your belly protectively, his venomous glare pinning the helmeted young man as he passed. You frown mid-lick at the way Minhyuk's body turns completely to watch the biker continue on his way to weave through the other pedestrians in the opposite direction.

"Fucking assholes.." he mutters, turning to face forward again. He grabs your hand instinctively and falls back into a steady stride, his expression still crinkled in a scowl. You smirked as you resumed licking your ice cream, admiring your boyfriend's attractive jawline and profile. Feeling your eyes on him, Minhyuk glances over with a frown.

"What?"

You shrug passively, shaking your head.

"Nothing..nothing...you just seem a little on edge is all.." you remark.

"On edge?? He almost hit us! I told you we should have just gone home. There are too many people out here..." he grumbles. The way his lips pouted when he fussed always made you smile and you did so freely as you shook your head again.

"Babe... there are people everywhere," you mutter dismissively as you licked the shrinking scoop.

"We can't avoid them any more than we can avoid anything else. What happened to you? You used to love the boardwalk" you shrug and Minhyuk scoffs.

"We absolutely could avoid them. And I like the boardwalk alright but not when it's so crowded and unsafe."

"Unsafe? For who?" you giggle.

"Unsafe for you! Duh...I don't know, it seems like ever since your belly started growing you just became a beacon for mishaps. A magnet for disaster. It's exhausting.." he huffs.

Your eyes couldn't roll back far enough at that. The irony was as amusing as it was annoying. Minhyuk had always been the overly adventurous type and that was part of what made you fall in love with him.

He was so funny and charismatic and spontaneous. You never knew what he was going to say or do. Especially when the two of you were alone.

But since you'd been pregnant, you sensed a shift in him.

"You act like I'm made of glass because I'm pregnant. You're not as mindful of me when we have sex..." you perk your brow, knowing fully that Minhyuk would look over at you at your bold statement. When you were sure that he was, you swiftly look away to admire the scenery, smirking mischievously like as you licked away at your dessert.

The sun was about an hour away from setting, gracing everyone in the beams of the golden hour where every complexion glowed. You especially since you were creeping into your second trimester, where your energy, appetite, and overall beauty enhanced since feeling like death a few weeks prior.

Minhyuk's eyes narrowed at you while you pointedly avoided his gaze, slurping the dribbling ice cream from the side of the cone mindlessly. Then he smiles when a less than innocent thought is sparked in his mind and he suddenly wants nothing more than to pick up the pace back to where their car was parked to get you home.

Kihyun

"Ooooh...right there. Right there...ugh yes.."

The shameless sounds of you groaning filled the family room, scattered with toys and baskets of unfolded clean laundry. Both happily abandoned by you since your husband walked in and forced you onto your back against the couch.

As your breath quickened, Kihyun only nods in acknowledgment as he obeyed your commands.

"Right there?" He exhales, quirking his brow with the question.

"Yep, there. Harder, babe. Harder. That's the spot." You nod harshly, screwing up your features in a wince as Kihyun smirked.

"Like this?" He asks, looking up at you and you nod fervently.

The tension in your expression melts away as does the stiffness in your feet, being expertly rubbed and kneaded away by your husband.

You were sprawled out on the couch with your feet resting in Kihyun's lap from where he sat opposite of you. His hands moved like a harpist over their strings, strumming away the pain and massaging the swelling down that had been torturing you for days.

Pregnancy sucks and you had no idea why you continued to put yourself through it. The discomfort and sickness were unbearable. The stress it put your body under was unimaginable. And the lasting effects it left on you physically and mentally were aggravating and inevitable.

But then you think of the joy you feel every time you look into your son's and daughter's eyes and remember it's all worth it. Especially when you watched Kihyun interact with them. He loved kids and would always joke with you about how he couldn't wait to have you at home barefoot and pregnant all the time when you first got married.

And he didnt lie.

Year two, a girl.

Year four, a boy.

And though you werent aware of this baby's gender, wanting it to be a surprise, you know one damn thing was for sure.

This baby was gonna be the LAST ONE.

No ifs, ands, or powdered infant butts. Kihyun's dream of 5 children would have to include 3 humans and a dog and a goldfish or something because this was for the birds.

You were putting your foot down this time.

Speaking of feet...

Kihyun switches his tactic and grasps the sole of your foot between both of his thumbs and forefingers. He begins pressing hard into a particular spot with his thumbs with just the right amount of pressure that has your head falling back against the propped couch pillow.

"How's that baby?"

You whimper slightly, making Kihyun smirk with accomplishment as he continued rubbing at your foot.

He got a kick out of pampering you like this, feeling like it was the least he could do since you did so much for your family as is.

Maintaining the home. Being proactive in parenting the two older children and being the supportive and patient wife that Kihyun never dreamed of having. He'd been a tad insufferable when it came to him wanting more children and you reluctantly compromised with him after deciding this would be the final pregnancy.

He'd do anything to show you his appreciation and if that meant coming home on his 2-hour lunch break just to massage your body and have some alone time while the kids were in school...

He'd happily do it every day if it meant making you smile.

Hyungwon

"I'm a fucking orca..."

Hyungwon furrows his brow as he lifted his gaze from his book. He turns his head to spot you standing in front of the body-sized mirror mounted on the wall in your bedroom, turning your body sideways to assess how you looked in the dress you planned on wearing to your cousin's wedding.

A dress you'd bought long before discovering you and your husband would be expecting. You were surprised it stretched so well over your large 7-month-old baby bump but it stopped just below the cup of your ass cheeks.

There was no way you were wearing this.

Hyungwon pushes his glasses to sit low on the bridge of his nose and he watches you spiral into despair at your changed appearance.

Sure the dress was a tad short in the back thanks to the extra ass and hips you'd acquired over the months but Hyungwon loved your body.

He couldn't get enough of touching and appreciating the curves that were brought on by carrying his son. He would tell you every second how gorgeous you still were if you didn't get so offended by it.

So he just sits quietly and weighs his options on whether or not to say anything as you brought yourself to the brink of tears.

"I'm never gonna find something cute that'll fit in time. The wedding is in a week and I look like fucking Shamu..." your chin trembled.

Hyungwon rolls his eyes as he stood, tossing both his glasses and his book on the nightstand. You were too distracted to notice his approach and you flinch in surprise when you felt him behind you.

Hyungwon was tall, hovering over you by at least 6 inches as he joined you at the mirror. Your tearful gaze locks with his as he stooped his head down to rest it against the side of yours, wrapping his long arms around your shoulders in a gentle embrace. A tiny huff escaped you, making your chin tremble and Hyungwon smiled fondly at how pitifully adorable you were. He leans back slightly to get a closer look at your body and the way the creme-colored dress stretched uncomfortably over your ass and hips, the zipper barely up halfway to the middle of your back. As he fiddled with the dangling zipper experimentally, he murmurs softly to you.

"Now baby...I'm going to say something and I want you to listen to me, ok?"

His deep voice was always so calming, even when it was hard to tell whether or not he was being serious. You nod slowly in acknowledgment.

"This dress is a little....well let's say you've outgrown it. But all isn't lost. The wedding isn't for another 7 days so that gives us plenty of time to find you a new one. A better one in fact." he suggests confidently. His sure tone irritates you a bit for some reason and you mentally stomped your foot like a child.

"Noooo...That's not enough time. And have you seen the selection in the maternity section? I'd rather chance it and wear this vs spending money on what they have to offer there."

"Why don't you just try to find the same dress, but in a bigger size. It's only tight around your bottom half...If it was just a size or two bigger..." Hyungwon begins thoughtfully and your pout deepens.

"That dress doesn't come in a size bigger than this. I looked...I'm just fat." you deadpanned. In the mirror, Hyungwon visibly struggles not to laugh at your smugness and he bites down on his smile before schooling his features to seem more engaged.

"Ok well let's just not go." he shrugs.

"We can send her our gift and tell her you weren't feeling well. You're pregnant, she'd understand."

That suggestion wasn't plausible either and you roll your eyes.

"I can't miss her wedding Wonnie. She came to ours...I have to be there. You know what? Forget it...I'll just go to the store tomorrow and try my luck with the ugly dresses in the pregnant people section and try to make it work."

The amount of disappointment and defeat in your town automatically wipes any potential smirk from Hyungwon's face immediately and he watches you begin to pull the straps of the dress over your shoulder. He steps back and looks on wordlessly as you struggled to grasp the zipper behind your back and he offers a hand.

As the zipper traveled down the line of your spine slowly, Hyungwon tilts his head as he got lost in the perfect luster of your skin.

Though this was your first baby, Hyungwon would gladly get you pregnant again and again if it mean he got to see your body change and perform the wonders it was already doing. He loved the way your breasts swelled and spilled slightly over the cups of your bra. He loved the way your hips expanded and the way it forced you to walk now. He loved the curve of your silhouette, your perfectly round belly and ass that was much bigger than it was before.

He loved to squeeze you when you slept, roving his hands over every inch of your silky smooth skin that you would allow. He was addicted to you, there was no other way to put it. Not even going into how amazing the sex was with you in this phase of life.

The distraction of the mere thought is written all over Hyungwon's face in the mirror and you raise your brow at him stalling with the zipper stopped just above your tailbone.

"Hyungwon..." you summon his attention and his sultry bedroom eyes drag over your body to stop on your reflection. He smirks mischievously before biting his lip, lifting his brows to answer.

"Hmm?.."

You smiled at his obliviously distracted expression, your drying tears seeming silly now that you were brought back into the present.

The world wasn't over. You would find a new dress and your fine ass husband would be beside you through any other minor crises that inspired your hormones to make you overreact. Looking as unphased as he was handsome every single time.

Heavy on the handsome. Tall and broad-shouldered. Lean and muscular. Pillowy soft lips and strong hands.

Damn.

Suddenly, your mood takes a drastic turn in a new direction.

Without responding to his wordless question, you finished peeling the tight dress from your body. Knowing you were completely nude underneath it, you kept your eyes on your husband's dazed face as you shimmied the garment down your thick thighs and calves until it hits the floor.

Hyungwon stares shamelessly at your body from behind, his tongue sneaking over the corner of his mouth hungrily with a smirk.

Crisis averted.

Jooheon

His hands feel warm and comforting as they glide over your protruding belly mindlessly. It was early, the sun had barely risen, and the two of you are lying comfortably in your shared bed.

Jooheon is the big spoon, a new role he'd taken up since your baby bump had grown to the point where spooning him wasn't plausible. But neither of you minded the change.

His breathing is slow and warm against your nape, his bare chest pressed against your back. Both of you are silent, apart from your breathing and you eventually drift back to sleep with the rhythm of your lover's gentle fingers strumming over your skin.

"Baby..." Jooheon whispers from behind you but you don't respond, only snoring softly as sleep reclaimed you. The sound is soothing to him, knowing that if you were still and at rest that his daughter would be wide awake.

As if to confirm what he already knew, a tiny foot presses up from within your womb. The little boop taps the center of Jooheon's palm and he smiled sleepily as he kept his hand where it was.

The baby continued to squirm and nudge through your torso, making you grumble softly in discomfort in your sleep. Jooheon takes note of your reaction and his face goes from being smitten to concern.

"Hey.." his deep voice croons softly, his authoritative tone directed at the flouncing fetus.

"Stop hurting your mama, little girl." He commands, pressing gently at the small lump sticking up from the side of your belly.

The baby recoils her little foot and seems to obey his words since he didn't feel her moving anymore as he too allowed himself to drift back into a deep and wonderful sleep.

Life is but a dream...

Changkyun

"Anything yet?" were the words you heard through the bathroom door for the third time in the past 30 seconds.

That was how long it had been since you peed on the digital pregnancy test.

Your leg bounced nervously as you sat over the lid of the toilet, holding the test in your hands and staring at the tiny results screen.

The hourglass continues to blink as your anxiety increases and Changkyun's nervous pace is all you could hear outside of your foot tapping feverishly against the bathroom floor.

"Nothing yet." were the words he heard through his side of the door in the hallway.

His work boots tapped heavily against the hardwood floors and his car keys still jingled in his pocket. He hadn't taken the time to get settled since he returned from the store with the bag full of different pregnancy tests.

The convenience store clerk tried their best to keep their expression neutral when ringing them up, surely wondering why he was buying so many. But Changkyun didn't care.

He wanted to be sure.

Thousands of thoughts rush through his head as he paced, carrying several emotions with them.

Fear. Confusion. Anxiety. Excitement.

A disconcerted combination.

The two of you had been together for a little over a year and the thought of becoming parents was terrifying. You were both so young and had so much more to experience together as a couple. How the hell was a baby going to affect that?

He had a decent job and you were fresh out of college, set to accept an offer from a good company. The money wouldn't be an issue but Changkyun couldn't help but fear what he had to contribute wouldn't be enough.

His father was absent for the majority of his life and he couldn't bear the idea of being anything like him. But he still felt doubtful of his ability to be a dad worth having.

Would he be good enough?

Would you look at him differently if he wasn't? Would he lose you?

Both of you?

The bathroom door suddenly opening nearly shocks the ghost from Changkyun's body and he freezes mid-stride at the sight of you in the doorway.

Your eyes were swollen and red from tears but your expression is blank as he approached you.

"What...what's wrong? What does it say?" he asks, his brow etched with concern. You sigh shakily before lifting the capped blue and white test to hand it to him tentatively.

Changkyun takes it and stares down at the black pixelated text on the tiny gray screen. You watched warily as his expression melted from his soft worried scowl to something less readable.

He looks up at you.

He looks back down at the test.

Then something unexpected happens.

He smiles.

"We...we're gonna have a baby?"

You nod cautiously at him, unsure of what this reaction meant.

Mainly because you'd spent that entire time in the bathroom alone telling yourself that this was it.

This would be the end of your relationship with the one man that genuinely made you feel safe. The two of you hadn't had a serious conversation about children and you knew of his complicated childhood. Changkyun was the type of man who would step up and do what was right regardless and while that should have brought you comfort, a part of you felt guilty.

Because you knew whether he wanted a baby with you or not, he would stay because his father didn't.

The conflict in your expression has Changkyun's smile faltering slowly.

"You're upset.." he states off of observation and you wanted to kick yourself for letting your thoughts read across your face.

"No!...well..maybe. I feel a lot of things, to be honest.." you stammered. Changkyun's eyes dart between your face and the pregnancy test still in his hand.

"Yeah...me too."

You kept your eyes on him, gauging his mood before responding.

"Exactly how..do you feel?" You draw out the question because you weren't sure if you really wanted to ask it.

What if he was shocked and that was why he smiled?

What if he's actually upset and just doesn't want to show it?

What if he doesn't want this to happen? What would you do?

The questions spun in your mind, triggering a pestering ache to swell in your chest.

Changkyun is quiet for a moment as he considered the words and you watched him worriedly as they gathered on his tongue.

"I feel......happy. And scared shitless. But happy. Is that...weird?" He asks.

That was when you smiled despite the tears in your eyes. Damn hormones were already kicking your ass. You shake your head emphatically at his question, a small wave of relief washing over you.

"It's not weird. I honestly feel the same way..shocked even. So...you're not upset?"

"No! Babe, why would you think I'd be upset?" He asks and you shrug your shoulders, already feeling weepy again.

"I don't know...maybe because this is unexpected and the timing isn't really ideal for either of us. You're working hard and I haven't started working yet myself. Our apartment isn't big enough and we barely have room for our stuff..." you were beginning to ramble, wiping tears mindlessly as they fell.

"We never talked about this seriously and I'm not even sure this is something you want with me. And we had plans to do so much...I just feel guilty and stupid for letting this happen.."

Changkyun lets you talk until your emotions jumble the words too much to understand and he sighs as he reaches out to cup your cheek.

"Hey, look at me." He coaxes and you go silent, sniffling aside, and look him straight in the eye.

"That's what you're worried about? Me not wanting this baby with you? Seriously?"

You weren't sure how to respond with words so you merely shrugged sullenly.

Changkyun rolls his eyes and pulls you into him, forcing you to bury your face into his chest. He was warm and smelled heavenly as usual even though he was fresh off from work.

He keeps the pregnancy test tucked between his fingers as he held you tightly in his embrace, resting his cheek against your forehead.

"And here I was worried that you would feel that way about me...." He murmurs.

You huffed and sniffled against his heartbeat, squeezing him with your arms wrapped around his waist.

"I can't imagine myself having a baby with anyone else Kyunie..." you manage to say after a beat and Changkyun smiles against your skin. He lifts his head to plant a kiss on your hairline then pulls back to grab you by the cheeks, effectively pouting your lips for him to kiss.

The smooch was sweet and chaste, but just enough to have your eyes fluttering slightly. When the blur of your tears is blinked away, you find Changkyun's gorgeous features inches from yours.

"Good. So let's both make a pact right now to stop doubting each other's dedication to the other and start changing some of our plans, ok?" He lifts his brows in expectance of your answer. Instantly the pain in your chest fades and the meaning behind the newly sprung tears changes.

You nod up at him and smile warmly.

"Ok."

A/N: Awww, that was fun to write. I hope yall enjoy them a lil in between the hard hitting smutty stuff. I'll most likely do more of these if the scenarios come to mind. Feel free to suggest any if you'd like.

#monsta x imagines #monsta x #shownu #hyunwoo #wonho #changkyun #hyungwon #minhyuk #kihyun #jooheon

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