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peppusae · 3 years

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How to say 'I love you' without saying 'I love you' | Chae Hyungwon pt 2

part: 2 of 3

other parts: pt 1 || pt 2 || pt 3

pairing: chae hyungwon x reader

genre: fluff, little slow-burn and angst, smut

word count: 3.6k words

note: i had a dream about this plot so i must write this because after this dream hyungwon became my bias wrecker and i cry about him every day since pls send help gbye

How to say 'I love you' without saying 'I love you’ pt 2

Hyungwon stops calling you from that day onwards.

You hate it.

You hate it so much, because you don’t even need an alarm anymore to wake up everyday at 8 am... and then you spend the next half an hour crying your eyes out while you miss Chae Hyungwon so damn much.

It’s even more painful than before, because earlier, when you’re with the group and they’re doing their photoshoots or shooting an event, Hyungwon would look towards you through the crowd and give you smiles - such beautiful smiles that you miss so much because now, when your heart is aching so much, Hyungwon does everything in his power to avoid you as best as he could.

The other day when you were going up to the producer’s office and you bumped into Hyungwon and Kihyun also…

It broke your heart, the way Hyungwon quietly apologizes in formal language, and goes ahead - all while Kihyun looks in wonder at the taller male, then at you, before he goes to catch up with his friend.

You realized that he was starting to treat you the same way he treated most of the staff members - simply out of respect.

With him behaving that way after you cried in front of him, you really understood for the first time, that he really was treating you differently; with much more affection and care, just like Minhyuk had claimed he does so. Seeing Hyungwon not acting that way makes you realize it, makes you wonder if there was any way you could approach him and tell him that he shouldn’t feel so burdened; not when all you want is to just be hugged by Hyungwon.

Your roommate had requested to work for another group, and left your dorm room, so feel even more guilty and lonely ever since she left your dorm room and refused to speak with you.

You’ve been watching a lot of variety shows Monsta X had been on earlier, and you tried your best to write good shows, working as much as possible not to let the way you felt affect your work. In this way, one of your shows gets picked up by the producer, and a few days later, Monsta X is fixed to head off for a vacation show in two days.

Usually, Hyungwon would congratulate you when one of your works gets selected to be produced, but this time, he does not say a word, even after he reads the itinerary along with his members during the staff meeting.

Minhyuk, though, comes up to you after the meeting is done, and lets you know that he would like you to buy him lunch on occasion of your work getting picked for the show.

Seeing him smile at you brightly and not having changed a single bit makes you feel a little emotional, and you hurry to call Minhyuk’s favorite restaurant and order some food right away.

The food arrives an hour later, the noodles you and Minhyuk enjoy a lot steaming in front of you while the male takes out the wrappers of his favorite kimchi.

“It’s been a while since we had a set meal like this, right?”

“It’s been months, I think.”

Minhyuk usually never runs out of things to talk about, so you’re watching his every action carefully as he silently unpacks the food and hands you your chopsticks.

“Eat.” He says, picking a large piece of meat and putting it on top of your rice bowl.

“Thank you, Minhyukkie-oppa.”

Minhyuk smiles instantly, constantly mumbling “eat more, eat some more of this”, and more, as the lunch progresses.

When most of the food is gone and only the soups remain, Minhyuk finally puts his chopsticks and spoon down, before he takes a glance around the lounge. There were some other staff members and some members from Cravity, eating some food but the people seated near you two earlier had long gone by now.

“I’ve been a good friend to you for many years. I’ve been a good friend to Hyungwon for even longer. My question is, ‘Why?’ Why do you guys not share anything with me? Do you not trust me to keep a secret? Or are you telling someone else instead of me because-”

“Minhyukkie, I.. I don’t know about Hyungwon, but I know I haven’t found anyone I can talk to about how I feel.”

“I’m sitting right here,” Minhyuk says, taking a sip of his drink, “Just wanting nothing but for you to open up. To tell me something, because there is no way you would not have known by now how much I worry about you.”

“I do know. I do, and I am appreciative of that. And that is why I have a lot of affection for you, not just as an idol I am a fan of, but also as a person that I cherish a lot. But I don’t know what to say because my heart is hurting and I don’t know how I can face Hyungwon this way.”

Minhyuk, who’s face had softened after your words at first, then squints his eyes at you, and you take a spoonful of soup, just to look away because...

Minhyuk’s eyes are a bit scary, especially when he sits like this in front of you and looks at you with an almost angry expression.

“I’m so tired of this. You’re hurting each other when there’s no reason to, seriously. Hyungwon has feelings for you, and you do too, but you don’t know how to accept that, and my precious brother has no idea how to accept the fact that you just ‘don’t’ know how to deal with stuff.”

You knew Minhyuk was right, but that doesn’t stop you from getting teary-eyed. In fact, maybe that was the reason why, and Minhyuk’s eyes go wide when he sees tears streaming down your face.

You watch the male take a tissue from the dispenser and hand you one, and you try your best to control yourself, wiping your face as much as you can and then picking up the remaining broth from your soup.

“I’m sorry. I just. Neither of you seem to want any help from me or anyone else, so you should just talk with him. Please do say something to him before today ends. I’d hate it if he has to go to shoot a fun show when he looks so heartbroken all the time.”

And you hated it too, because Hyungwon looks the most handsome when he’s laughing and smiling so brightly.

“If you talk to him, I’ll let you listen to two lines from my OST song!”

You give Minhyuk a smile, the two of you picking up the bags and cups you had your meals with and you feel a little at ease when you see the familar, friendly smile of his again.

“I ate well, thank you [Name]-ah! Don’t miss me too much even if you’re not coming along with us for the show!”

“I’ll make sure I don’t!”

Minhyuk waves goodbye before he goes off to his dorm and you decide to take some days off and go back to your hometown for a little; maybe that could cheer you up when you have your mom cooking your favorite meals and being able to play with the little kids back at home.

You’re feeling a bit better as you go back to your dorm room, and everything feels fine until you reach your floor, only to find Hyungwon leaning against the wall next to your room, a piece of paper in his clutches. When he hears you, he glances at you, turning to look at you with a face devoid of expression.

“W-What-”

“Why does this say you’re not going with us?”

Huh?

You take a hesitant step forward, close enough to see that the paper Hyungwon had in his clutches was the itinerary from earlier.

So he didn’t read it fully until now…?

“Because I’m not.”

“Why not?” Hyungwon’s voice gets a little louder, eyebrows furrowed as he looks down at you with a frown on his face.

“Why aren’t you going with us.”

“Just…”

“Why? Answer me honestly. You wrote this show. You’re supposed to go. Don’t lie to me, [Name]-ah.”

You didn’t think you could answer him honestly, that you gave up the opportunity to go because Hyungwon avoiding you here at the company was worse enough on its own.

“Yah. Why?”

“I’m going to go home… For a few days.” You fib, almost too scared when you look at Hyungwon’s angry expression fade, eyes going wide instead.

“What did you say?!”

“I’m going home.”

What you didn’t expect was the way Hyungwon crumples up the paper in his hand, a little scoff escaping from his mouth as he looks at you as if he felt speechless.

“Why do you do this to me?” He wants to know. “Please don’t make me feel more pathetic and sadder than I already am about this. If you have to quit your job because of me….”

“Wait, that’s not-’

“If you feel so sad when you know what I feel… But you still don’t find any problems with eating together with Minhyuk… That pains my heart, [Name]-ah. I know you two are just friends but it makes me so sad. Please don’t make me feel more pathetic than I already feel every day. Please.”

“Hyungwon-ah, that’s not it!” You say, but Hyungwon doesn’t look like he believes you, and your heart hurts too much to explain, not when he hands you the crumpled paper to you and then storms off.

Oh God, what have I done?

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Your leave for five days gets approved easily, and you didn’t even have the willpower to let anyone besides Minhyuk know. He wishes you a safe trip, and you wish the same for him as well.

On your way out and when you stop by the cafe to grab a drink, your heart feels even colder than the latte in your hand, when you see Hyungwon at the front entrance of the company.

He looks like he’s wearing a coat over his sleepwear, and it’s understandable because you wanted to leave before the group went off on their own trip as well.

But here Hyungwon was, doing nothing but to look at the way you drag your suitcase and approach where he is stood at, facing you at the doorway of the front entrance.

What should I do? Should I greet him? Does he look angry? What should I do?????

“Hello-”

Before you can finish your greet, Hyungwon turns around, ignoring you completely and storming back inside the building. When you turn back in surprise, it’s so, so sad to see that Hyungwon does not turn around to look at you even once; getting on the lift right away, and then he goes on.

Is liking someone supposed to be this hard?

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The staff who had gone along with Monsta X keeps you updated about how the show shooting is going on, so while you spend some quality time back at home with your family, you’re glad to hear that the boys are enjoying their vacation shoot in Mojeong village.

While you do enjoy the company and affection only family can provide you with, the warmth you felt with Hyungwon never left your mind.

When you tell your mom about what was going on, she actually flicks your forehead, mumbling ‘tsk-tsk’ continuously.

“So you two are going to be equally stubborn about this, huh?” She says, picking up one of her storage containers packed with kimchi. “For Hyungwon, he has a right to be! He doesn’t know how you feel, but you? You know how he feels! What the heck are you doing here at home instead of at Mojeong Village?!”

“Mooooooom! I wanted to talk to him, I told you I even tried to greet him but he just left!”

Your mom sighs, shaking her head while she cuts up bits of kimchi and transfers them to a smaller container to pack some for you.

“You shouldn’t forget this. Hyungwon is a celebrity.”

“I know that, but…”

“He’s a celebrity so he is going to have some more morals and ideals he’s going to have to follow. If he had the courage to say - well, at least start saying, until a certain girl started crying in the middle-”

“Mom!”

“He had the courage but if he’s shot down, then he doesn’t have a choice but to pretend nothing ever happened. Perhaps, treating you like any other staff and distancing himself from you is the easiest way he can move on from you and heal his heart.”

“I don’t… want him to… move on…”

Your mom packs up the container, putting it inside a bag and then placing them in the fridge.

“Then tell him that.”

“He doesn’t talk to me…”

“Then make him listen.”

You look at the way she looks at you, as if waiting for you to realize something on your own. The way she waits for you to get up from your seat at the counter and the way she smiles when you run upstairs to pack your belongings…

You’ll never forget that expression from your mom, ever.

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This is such a bad idea!!!!!!!!

Your mind continuously chants in your head, the voice even more louder when you reach the cottage house Monsta X is staying at and seeing the staff members even before you see the house itself.

While you’re faced with surprised greetings and questions about your duffel bag and suitcase - yes, you came straight here from home - you try to reach where the cameramen are and finally find the producer, seated by one of the tables.

“Oh, there you are! Weren’t you supposed to come two days later?”

“I wanted to stop by for a bit…” You let him know, “I have something to discuss with Hyungwon, so…”

“Go ahead! Kihyun, Jooheon and Changkyun are cooking right now, so the other three are just lazing around.”

“Perfect. Thank you, Producer-nim!”

Because you’ve been here even before the show was produced for research, you are able to easily find your way inside the house from the back entrance.

“Hello.” You greet, popping your head into the living room. Shownu is eating some potato chips, and both Minhyuk and Hyungwon are laying on their mattresses, looking very comfortable with their blankets on and playing with their phones.

“Oh? [Name]-ah, you came already?” Minhyuk jumps up to greet you, and Hyungwon only registers your presence when his friend says your name. This makes Hyungwon sit up with a jolt in surprise, then look at you while Minhyuk raises a hand for you to give him a high five.

“When did you come, [Name]-ah?”

“A few minutes ago, Hyunwoo-oppa!” You respond, your heart feeling like it’s on fire. Your hands feel sweaty when you enter the room a little, then glance at Hyungwon.

“Can I talk to you for a bit?”

Hyungwon’s eyes go a little wider, pointing a finger at himself. When you give a little nod, he gets up right away, and you catch Minhyuk’s surprised smile and thumbs up before you turn around to head out in utter embarrassment.

From your venture to the village earlier, you had found that there is a little staircase that leads up to the first floor, which also serves as an attic of sorts. When you climb upstairs, you don’t find any cameras set up - and for once, you’re glad you didn’t include this area in your script. It’s nerve-wracking, the fact that with every step you take to climb up the stairs, reach the floor, and take a few steps inside, you can hear and feel Hyungwon’s footsteps and presence right behind you. He silently follows you and you’re actually a bit surprised that he came without hesitation or questions about your sudden appearance and request.

When you finally take a few steps inside the floor and turn to face Hyungwon, your heart aches a little. He looks so, so charming, so handsome with his bare face - like he used only toner and a serum on his face, nothing else, so his face shines a little thanks to the little window at the end of the room and the bit of light from the staircase leading down.

As you look up at his face, you realize something important: how you were crazy determined to “talk” to Hyungwon, to get him to listen to you and now that he stands in front of you, ready to do so, you have no idea what you can say to him.

Oh God, what now?

Looking straight in his eyes feels a little too overwhelming, so you find yourself fumbling with your fingers a little, looking at his shirt, his hair, and even his shoes while you try to collect yourself.

And this is where you understand more and more about how patient and sweet Chae Hyungwon is, because it must have been a lot of awkward minutes that passed by while you wondered what you can say to him, and he does nothing to interrupt you; simply looking at you and waiting for you to speak.

“Hyungwon-ah…” You start, forcing yourself to look at him and not his shoes, for a change. “I’m so sorry.”

Hyungwon lets out a little exhale, and you think there’s some disappointment in his eyes when he presses his lips together and gives a nod.

“On that day… I’m sorry that I made you feel bad… I really don’t know better and I think I might mess up what I’m trying to say even now, too.”

“It’s fine.” He says, this time averting his gaze from you instead.

“Honestly,” you say, feeling a little down because his responses are so cold and your heart won’t stop racing like crazy, “I really cried a lot the day you sang Newton for me.”

Hyungwon looks at you when you say this.

“And probably everyday since.”

“Then I should be the one who is sorry…”

Hyungwon’s eyes look so sad now, and you were right, just like you said; this was not going the way you planned, and you’re messing this way too much now.

Your hands are shaking like crazy when you think about what Minhyuk had suggested you do, during that day you had lunch with him.

Lee Minhyuk, you’re going to be the death of me, I swear. You think to yourself, taking a step closer to Hyungwon.

“What-”

Your face feels like it’s on fire when you grab his cheeks, pulling his face down so you can press your lips on his.

His lips feel so soft, and the taste of his peach chapstick contrasts with the fragrance of his musky cologne; so much that you feel like you’re going insane.

Your head feels like it’ll explode, and your heart starts racing even more when you feel him slowly wrap his arms around your waist, pulling your body to his and making you move away to catch your breath.

When you open your eyes, still feeling a little hazy, your heart fills with so much warmth because Hyungwon looks just as much in a daze as you felt, the corners of his mouth going up till he breaks into a smile.

“That was too short.” He complains in a low voice, and you smile back at him, feeling so warm when he pulls you even closer to him, one arm around your waist and the other on your back. Hyungwon rests his chin on your shoulder, embracing you so tightly and you do the same, arms wrapping around his back while you close your eyes.

“This is why you singing Newton for me made me so sad. Because I wanted you to hold me like this since then.”

Hyungwon moves away, hands grabbing yours and the smile on his face never leaving, even for a single second.

“[Name]-ah.”

“Yes?”

“I lo-”

“HYUNGWON-AH, WE COOKED THE RAMYEON, COME AND EAT NOW!” Kihyun’s voice yells from down the stairs, interrupting Hyungwon’s sentence. It makes the two of you instinctively take two steps back from each other, eyes wide and then bursting out laughing.

And it’s such a beautiful moment, the way Hyungwon comes closer to you again, lowering his head a little and then placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

“Later?”

You give him a smile, nodding and waving goodbye while he hurries to continue with the show where he left off.

You take a moment to calm your crazily racing heart and then come down the stairs where Kihyun is calling the rest of the members to hurry. While you’re hurrying out from the back entrance, Minhyuk catches you, whispering your name and holding your arm so that you can’t escape easily.

“What did you say that is making Hyungwonnie grin like a creep?” He wants to know, and you give him a punch in the arm.

“I just did what you asked me to, Minhyuk-oppa!”

It takes a moment for Minhyuk to recall when he was teasing you about Hyungwon and had said ‘if all fails, just go ahead and kiss him, he might fall to the floor’ and then broke out laughing. When he recalls this, his eyes go wide, dramatically raising a hand over his mouth for good measures.

“Holy crab. You really went ahead and did that?”

“You asked me to!!!”

“I was just joking, but damn, [Name]-ah. You sure have some balls.”

“YAH!” You yell out, watching Minhyuk laughing and then running outside. You sigh, shaking your head and hurry outside to where the staff are doing their final preparations.

The dinner on the third day is the final event of the show, so only a few cameras are now rolling, and some of the crew are removing the cameras inside the cottage house. Some of the staff are already leaving, so you join one of the groups and decide to get a head start and go back to Gangnam.

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darkthoughtss · 4 years

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Don’t Get Too Close

Chae Hyungwon | Chapter Three

pairing: Hyungwon x Reader

genre: angst, smut

warnings: swearing!

word count: 2234

Previous chapters: 1 | 2

21/3/2020 - 10:35 pm

“I stop and stare, you’re almost there.

The words that leave your lips are the same, they call out my name.

I don’t wish for more, even when my body feels sore.

You’re everything I need baby,”

You opened your eyes slowly as you finished the song.

“I think we got it,” your producer said through the mic in the studio.

“Really?” You asked as a smile spread on your face.

“More than that. Now, get out,” he said, returning the smile.

You smiled brightly and took your headphones off before you placed them on the stand.

“Now we just need to put together the last two songs, and you’re ready to sing live on stage,” the producer said, fiddling with the stereo.

“I’m really happy to hear that,” You said. “Is there anything else for today?”

“Other than practicing your vocals for tomorrow, you’re free. I’ll get in touch with you when I’m ready to record,” he said.

You nodded, “Well, then I guess I’ll see you then,” You said, “Great work today!”

You grabbed your bag and headed towards the exit.

He nodded his head, “Yeah, you too,” he called.

You went out of the studio and started walking down the hall. That was the last thing on your schedule. The time was now 10:42 pm. You could feel your fight-and-flight response reacting by the thought of your date with Hyungwon. Were you allowed to call it a date? The butterflies filled your stomach as you headed towards Monsta X’s studio.

You arrived at Monsta X’s studio and peeked inside. You saw Hyungwon sitting by his desk with headphones on. You carefully knocked on the door twice. When his eyes met yours a shy smile appeared on his lips. He gestured you to get inside and you walked in as he took his headphones off. “Y/N,” he said with his warm voice, “You remembered.”

“What? Of course I did,” You said. “Are you still working?”

“Nah, I’m done for today,” he said and packed his stuff. “Now let’s go grab that much desired drink.”

21/3/2020 - 11:18 pm

“What is going on? You drink beer too?” He asked.

“Yes, what’s wrong with that?” You asked with a skeptical look.

The both of you were smiling. You went to a bar where they only served drinks to celebrities. It was really private so none of you needed to be concerned for getting leaked pictures or meeting anyone. The bar was really popular among celebrities and you could get a private room which you and Hyungwon also decided to get.

“I don’t know, girls just don’t usually drink beer. They like cocktails and the sweet stuff,” he said.

“U-huh, is that so? And how would you know that?” You asked with a lifted eyebrow.

“What? No, I just assumed,” he said innocently.

“I bet you dated a ton of girls... Don’t worry, I won’t judge,” you teased.

“Well, I can tell you right now that you lost that bet,” He said and filled your glass with beer.

The fact that you two were sitting alone at a bar made you feel all ticklish inside. How did you even get to this point? It was only yesterday when you lied to Hyunwoo about saying hi to Hyungwon. You didn’t even have the confidence to say hi to him and now here you were, having a drink with him, just the two of you.

“So, the shoot went well?” He asked.

“Oh, yes! The director complimented me so much on the part you helped me with, and I really think I wouldn’t have acted it out so well without you,” you said.

“Really?” He smirked, “Does that mean I was on your mind?” He leaned towards you with his chin placed on his hand.

You reached out for your drink and took a gulp. Did it just get hotter in here?

“What? How couldn’t I?” You asked and made a face.

“You’re blushing,” Hyungwon teased.

“I’m not,” you said, “It’s asian flush.”

He laughed, “Mhmm,” he said and grabbed a bottle of soju.

“Let’s have a toast,” he said and filled a shot glass with soju. “For your comeback,” he continued.

Your heart felt warm. Was he always this caring?

22/3/2020 - 1:03 am

You covered your mouth with your hand as you laughed loudly. You could feel the muscles on your stomach tighten and the tears well up in your eyes.

“Oh god, I’m crying!” You said in-between laughs.

Hyungwon laughed along with you, “You should have seen Kihyun’s face! It was priceless. If you think the story is funny I can’t even imagine how you’ll react if you saw it in real life,” he said.

“Oh my god, so he just sat there calmly without clothes?” You asked and managed to take a breath.

“Yeah, he tells us it’s only natural for humans to walk around naked,” he said, referring to Changkyun. “And Kihyun has the exact opposite mindset so it’s really fun to see them together,” he said.

“Wauw, it must be so fun at your dorm. I can’t even imagine it,” You said. “You’re like seven people that enjoy each other’s company and love each other even though you get into fights and disagree,” you continued as the both of you calmed down from the laughter.

“I’ll say there is some pros and cons. For example, Kihyun likes to wake up early, and he’ll wake us all. So I can’t sleep in even when our schedule is free. And he always nags at me,” he said, getting annoyed just by the thought of it.

“Aww, poor Hyungwonnie,” you said with a pouted mouth, teasing him.

“Shut up,” He laughed, “How about you? Do you live alone?” He asked, changing the subject.

You nodded. How lonely, you thought. He observed you as your gaze fell to the floor and your smile slowly disappeared. Before any of you said anything your phone rang. You felt your heart sink. It was your dad.

“I’m sorry, I have to take this,” you said.

“Go on,” he said with a nod.

He grabbed his beer and took a gulp as you got up and walked outside to receive the call. Your dad rarely rung, so you were surprised to see his name. Your dad usually didn’t call unless he wanted something.

“Dad?” You asked.

“...Hi babygirl,” he said with a hoarse voice.

“It’s been a while,” you said.

“Yeah, how are you?” He asked.

“I’m good. Thanks. How are you and mom?” You asked.

“We’re holding up. How is your comeback going?” He asked.

“It’s going fine, I guess. How is work?” You asked.

Silence.

“What is it, dad?” You asked.

“...We need money,” he finally admitted.

You closed your eyes tightly. Although, you had seen it coming, it still broke your heart. You took a deep breath. It hadn’t even been that long since the last time you sent him money.

“What about the money I sent you in the beginning of this month?” You asked.

Silence.

“Dad? Please...” You begged.

Your relationship with your parents wasn’t good. You grew up poor. Your dad had an addiction to gambling and your mother struggled to raise you with him. Problems at home were a contributory factor in your struggles at school. You decided to start a singing career at an age of 12 because you loved singing. Luckily, a member, of the company you were under now, had discovered you through your youtube channel. Now, you sent your parents a good amount of money each month and only visited them when they told you to, which they rarely did. You had no idea when they would be at home or else where, so you couldn’t just visit without their permission.

“It’s urgent,” he said firmly.

“Are you kidding me? Just tell me the truth dad,” you said, angered by his tone.

Silence.

“You’re so pathetic,” you whispered. He always gave you that; Silence. He never gave you any attention even when you were a child. And now, after everything, this is his way of asking for a favour? What the hell would he expect?

“How old are you? Aren’t you supposed to be more stable than I? I can’t manage to send you more than I already do!” You said in frustration.

“Y/N,” he said slowly with an undertone of anger. “You’re supposed to be grateful for what we’ve done for you. Is this how you will treat your dad and your mother? We gave up everything for you. There’s nothing more we could have done for you,” he yelled.

You scoffed in disbelief, “Why would you get me in the first place if you knew you couldn’t manage it? Don’t fucking lie to me. I know I was a mistake. So would you please stop using that excuse?” You yelled.

“You’re an ungrateful little bitch. Kids are supposed to help their parents when they can! We got you into this world, so you better be grateful!” He yelled back.

“I never asked to be born!” You screamed and hung up. You felt your whole body shake in anger.

You knew you were going to end up sending them the last bit of money you had anyway. That only meant you had to starve yourself a couple of days. It hadn’t been that long ago since you got your paycheck from your chief. You knew you didn’t earn as much as other celebrities did. But one time when you decided to speak up, he told you very coldly:

“Aren’t you becoming a little too arrogant?” He had given you a stare that sent you shivers up and down your spine just by the thought of it. “We don’t earn shit from you. Look at the amount of money on your paycheck and do the math,” he had told you.

That day had scarred you for life. Before, you had confidence in yourself. You believed you were a great singer, dancer and just generally good at your job. But after what the chief told you, you lost all that confidence in a split second. Your fans’ words suddenly weren’t loud enough to drown the hate comments you received. You had refrained from reading comments since then because you knew it was too much for you to handle.

You stood outside the bar, the cold wind blew your hair away from your face, and you tried to calm down in vain. It felt like the world crumbled right under your feet. All your problems suddenly came back to you and appeared in your mind one by one. You could feel the anger and frustration getting replaced with sadness and despair. The silence of the streets were soon filled with your sobs.

It’s been a while since your last breakdown. Why were you so problematic? Why couldn’t you just live a proper and good life? It was all your fault, you thought.

You heard the door open as Hyungwon walked out of the bar.

“Aren’t you cold?” He asked as he walked closer, “I just took the bill, if you don’t mind. I just noticed it’s getting very late,” he said.

He had your bag and jacket in his hands. He froze when he noticed you were crying.

“Y/N?” He asked.

You sniffed and quickly wiped your tears away.

“Are you okay?” He asked worried.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you said and smiled at him, hoping he wouldn’t notice your swollen eyes.

He handed you your jacket.

“Thank you, I owe you,” you said, referring to the bill.

“Don’t worry about it. Let me walk you home,” he said.

You observed him for a moment and saw how serious he was. Something in his eyes made you give in.

“Okay,” you said.

22/3/2020 - 1:58 am

You dragged your legs across the asphalt. You felt numb and empty.

“Y/N,” he said after a while.

You were surprised to hear his voice and turned around to look at him. And he noticed your red eyes.

He clenched his jaw.

It somehow felt painful to see you sad. He couldn’t stand it and pulled you into his embrace without a word. The tears suddenly welled up in your eyes again. You hated crying all the time, you were sick of it. This hug would only give you temporary comfort and distract you from reality. You overcame the temptation to stay and pushed him away softly. If he continued like that, it would only get worse once you snapped back to reality again.

“Y/N... Tell me what’s going on. I’ll help you, I’m here,” he said.

Help? And in what way would he be able to do that? You didn’t let yourself think before you spoke.

“Sure! You’re Mr. Perfect, who has everything anyone could ever ask for! Of course, you can help anyone you feel the slighest pity for. But let me tell you something, Hyungwon, this is not the case! I’m no charity work, so save your foolish, hero desires for something else!” You said.

And here you were again; Pushing people away that showed just a little bit of compassion for you. As soon as the words left your lips you regretted it, however, he didn’t flinch. For the first time since your breakdown your attention was else where. You looked at him in surprise.

His gaze looked clouded.

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jos-corner-of-the-world · 4 years

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Homecoming - 1

"Everyone is going to be out of the office today greeting soldiers home. You can write that letter today." Hyungwon told her as he came into her office.

"Yes sir." Cora responded immediately.

"Don't rush yourself. Just take your time and write naturally. You're an amazing conversationalist and sometimes it's easier with writing."

Cora nodded her head, waiting for Hyungwon to tell her he's disappointed she's not going today.

"I'm not disappointed." He said, reading her face clearly.

"What?" She asked, looking up at him.

"I can see it all over your face. You're waiting for me to yell at you or be disappointed you're not coming. I understand why you can't. There will always be more, so take all the time you need."

Cora exhaled a deep breath when her boss left.

He said he wasn't mad, he said he wasn't disappointed...but Cora wasn't sure if that was a lie or not.

Not wanting to think about it any further, she got out her stationary and set out writing her letter. She didn't have more than a name, but that was enough for her.

-----

"Private Lee, you got mail!" Jooheon heard his Sargent yell toward his tent.

"Sir, I've not gotten mail the whole time I've been here. It's not for me." Jooheon said as he came out of the tent.

"Unless there another Lee Jooheon stationed in your tent, this is definitely for you."

Jooheon's heart rate picked up as he quickly made his way over to his Sargent's outstretched hand.

He took the thin envelope and inspected it carefully.

"Thanks Shownu." Jooheon said quietly.

Shownu went rigid, his body wanting to correct the man, tell him he should always be addressed as Sargent, but he stopped himself. He knew this was big for Jooheon.

"You're welcome."

Jooheon didn't go back to his tent. He went to the little clearing between his tent and the mess hall and sat on his favorite rock.

With shaky hands, he opened the letter.

April 23rd

Lee Jooheon,

Jooheon. Private Lee...what is the proper way to greet a soldier? I'm still unsure. Please correct any error that I make in addressing you, I'd hate to offend you upon first impression.

Jooheon didn't know who had written him this letter, but he could only smile through watery eyes.

My name is Cora and I work for a non profit organization called Homecoming. We help soldiers transition back into civilian life after deployments as well as while on deployments. You had stated upon enlistment that you have no familial ties or anyone to help care for you while you are away. That's where I come in.

I'm here to be your tie to the outside world, should you want that. This is by no means something you're obligated to do, but I'm here should you need anything.

I can be a friend, a confidant, a sender of items. Whatever you need.

I mean, I don't have the money or means to send you a new car, but I think you get it.

Should you not want or need anything, please disregard this letter. I don't want to be a burden on your already hectic life.

I don't really know how to talk about myself, but I've been told basic information is a good way to start.

As I mentioned, my name is Cora. I'm 25 and I am working on my undergrad degree in writing. It takes a while because I'm doing it part time online, but I enjoy it a lot.

I have a brother named Changkyun. He's younger than me and obnoxious most days, but he's my rock. He's been there for me through… Everything I've ever gone through.

My best friend is Naomi. She's beautiful and elegant. She's a therapist and the smartest person I've ever met in my life. We could not be more polar opposite if we tried.

Honestly, that's really it. I don't keep many people close, but the ones I have make up for it tenfold. They're amazing people and I'm lucky to have them in my life.

Please let me know if there's anything you want or need and I'll be sure to get it to you as soon as possible.

Sincerely,

Cora

P.S. Oh! I have a cat named Toast. I thought that'd be worth mentioning.

Jooheon couldn't stop smiling, even if he wanted to.

He read the letter and then reread so many times he'd lost count.

He walked back to his tent, letter folded neatly in his pocket.

"You've been gone a long time." His bunkmate commented.

"Yeah, sorry. I…I got a letter."

"Wait! Seriously? From who?" Kihyun asked.

"Her name is Cora. She works for a place called Homecoming. Said she'd be my tie to the outside world."

"Are you going to write her back?" Kihyun asked.

"Absolutely. I can only live through you and Minhyuk so much. It'll be nice to have someone else to talk to."

"That's awesome. I'm happy for you."

Jooheon smiled at his friend before going to his bed and getting out his paper.

"Not wasting any time are you?" Kihyun laughed.

"Not even a second"

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Cora was sitting in her office a couple weeks later, worrying she'd offended Jooheon. He'd yet to write back, so she assumed she'd be getting nothing from him.

"Cora, what's up?" Naomi asked her.

Naomi was in having lunch with her.

"Just worried. What if he doesn't write back?" Cora asked.

"You told me you gave him the option not to." Naomi pointed out.

"I did, but I guess I expected something back. I'm an idiot"

"No you're not. If he doesn't write back, that's okay too ya know. Doesn't mean you did anything wrong."

"I know...I mean I think I know."

"Listen, just focus on the right now and don't worry about anything else."

"I know I know...if it doesn't matter in a year, it doesn't matter now. The therapist is coming out in you." Cora laughed.

"I can't help it." Naomi shrugged.

"I better get back, I have a client coming in right after lunch. Call me so we can get dinner tonight." Naomi said, gathering up her stuff.

"I wouldn't forget. It's Friday night."

Every Friday for the last six years has been spent at dinner with Naomi. In the last six years they'd only missed a hand full of dinners, and they were extreme cases.

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Cora was finalizing a list of items needed for the newly returned when her coworker Jason stepped into her office.

She tensed up immediately.

"Got big plans tonight?" He asked casually.

"Dinner." Cora answered.

"You're never free. Maybe I can take you out to dinner tomorrow?" He asked.

"No thank you." She responded, remembering Naomi's words. She needed to tell Jason no on his advances and not skirt around them.

"What? Why not?" He asked, clearly offended.

"I don't want to." She said honestly. Her voice was quiet and she could feel herself shaking slightly.

"Well that's rude. What'd I ever do to you?"

The further in to her office he walked, the more tense she become. Every muscle in her body was telling her to run.

"Please leave my office." Cora finally said.

"What the fuck? Why are you kicking me out? I just want to take you out."

"And I'm assuming she said no. And ya know, that's definitive and needs no explanation. No means no...no matter what the situation."

Cora looked up to see her brother standing in the doorway.

"Jesus, fine." Jason said, holding his hands up in surrender before leaving her office.

"Fuck that guy." Her brother said as he walked over to his desk.

"What are you doing here?" Cora asked him.

"Came to pick you up. I dropped your car off at the shop earlier to get your brakes changed, remember? The guys already took it home for ya."

"Right, right. I forgot"

"You alright?" Changkyun asked

"I'm fine. Let's take off."

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The ride home was quiet, Cora thinking about the exchange in her office a bit ago.

She didn't know how else to tell Jason no and he was starting to freak her out.

"We're here. Have fun with Naomi at Friday Night Dinner." Her brother said, breaking her from her thoughts.

"Always." Cora said, smiling at her brother.

"Oh! Cora" he said, leaning out his open window.

"Hyungwon told me to give you this but that douchebag made me forget."

Changkyun handed her an envelope before waving and driving away.

It was a letter from Jooheon.

Cora stared at for a long moment, wondering if she were imagining things.

She ran into her house before carefully opening the letter.

May 2nd

Cora,

Thank you for your letter. It's much appreciated and very surprising. You can call me whatever you like, but Jooheon is definitely just fine. I get enough people screaming Private Lee at me while here.

It makes me happy to know that places like Homecoming exist. There are many men and women who go through much worse than me, so having help is going to do great things for them. And for me too.

I'd hate to ask for anything, we did just meet. Kind of bummed that new car is off the table though ^_^.

In all seriousness though I could honestly use a good toothbrush. Mine from home didn't last as long as I thought they would and the issued ones here are horrible. If not, please disregard.

Going through school slowly isn't a bad thing. You don't get burned out as fast and you can really get a grasp of what you're learning. I think that's awesome.

I'm not good with talking about myself either, but here we go.

I'm Lee Jooheon. I graduated top of my highschool class, but didn't attend college. I’m also 25. I have no siblings or family, but I have a couple good friends I met over here.

Kihyun is nice, but pretty motherly to be honest. Makes sure I've eaten and get decent sleep. He’s my bunkmate and self proclaimed best friend.

Minhyuk is...something else entirely. He’s hyper and sings too loudly. He’s definitely the mood maker of us. Makes our time go by faster, which is never a bad thing.

The other two people in our pseudo group aren’t really friends, but they’re not not my friends either...does that make sense?

The first one is Shownu. He’s my Sargent. He’s awkward and tough, but one of the best guys you’ll ever meet in your life. If Kihyun is my mom, Shownu is definitely my dad.

Lastly, there’s Wonho. He’s an enigma, that man. He’s tall and buff as hell and looks like he could kill you with the snap of his fingers (and ya know what...he just might be able to) but he’s the softest person I’ve ever met. He gets homesick and cries when watching ASPCA commercials on TV.

Speaking of TV, that might be what I miss the most while stationed here. TV and music.

So... since neither of us are good at talking about ourselves, I’ll ask some questions throughout our letters. You don’t have to answer of course, but it’s a good way to keep conversation going.

What’s your favorite color (cliche...but important!)

Mine would be cyan.

Hope to hear back from you soon.

Sincerely,

Jooheon

P.S. I love cats! What color is Toast? (That is such an awesome name for a cat by the way)

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#jooheon #lee jooheon #monsta x #mx #au #Homecoming #1 #series #fic #scenario #imagine #changkyun #kihyun #hyungwon #wonho #minhyuk #shownu #jos corner of the world

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thecozywhaleshark · 5 years

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Art

A/n: DING DONG I AM DEAD

Warnings: SMUT. FILTH. Unprotected sex (condoms are boring in imagines but please be safe everyone), swearing. close your eyes and look away just filth. Take a shot of holy water when you're done here.

Word Count: 2,252

Summary: Losing your virginity to Kihyun

Kihyun was everything you could have hoped for in a boyfriend. He was caring, honest, classy, and not to mention, stupid hot. You had been dating for a few months now, and while things had gotten heated, you had never let him do more than feel you up. Tonight, you were determined to change that. There was a local art show happening tonight, a night walk lit by fairy lights with tents along the path where you could stop in and see what each artist had to offer.

It was your date night, so you made sure you looked cute. You wanted to look desirable if things were going to go the way you hoped they would tonight. You wore your tightest pair of jeans, heels, and a shirt that showed off just a little more than classy would recommend. When he saw you, you had seen his eyes heat with want, and after he hugged you in greeting he held you at arm's length, and almost breathed in appreciation and astonishment. “How did I get so lucky?”

You laughed and slipped your arm through his, “I could ask the same thing.” He smiled at you so warmly, and off you went.

Your date night was a lot of fun, you held hands and sipped coffee, roaming and admiring the art. You purposefully made yourself known to him, swinging your hips a little more if you happened to be in front of him, bending over just enough for him to be able to see down your shirt, sending him random smirks over your shoulder with a flip of your hair and a wink, trying to see if you could get a reaction out of him.

He had gotten quieter and quieter as the night went on, but you noticed his gaze never left you, and you felt yourself heat every time he gave you that intense stare as you flirted with him.

At the end of the date, as he walked you to your door, your goodbye kiss became more heated than usual, and when he pulled away, you whimpered.

He’s breathing heavy as he looks into your eyes. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you want this, or that you don’t. If you don’t, I need to leave right now. But if you do, and I have a feeling you do the way you’ve been flirting with me all night, making me want you…” his voice drops an octave and he’s close to you. “Then tell me right fucking now.”

In response, you turn and open your door, pulling him back to you in a kiss as you stumble through.

“I want you Kihyun. I want you tonight.” You look him dead in the face. “I want you to be the one who takes my virginity from me.”

His face softens and he reaches out to cup your face gently. “Are you sure jagi?”

You nod, determined. “I’m sure.”

Then he’s kissing you, pulling you to him and yet keeping you moving at the same time until you reach your bedroom. You’re reaching for his shirt, and once it’s off he’s reaching for yours, and you’re trembling but you can’t help how much you want this, how good, how right it feels for him to be touching you.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous jagi, so beautiful...all for me.”

His hands trail down your sides, admiring the way you look, how much you are reacting to even a simple touch from him. Your breathing gets heavier as he traces the curves of your body, whispering absolute filth in your ears as he praises your body.

“Do you taste as sweet as you look, dirty girl?”

You know any good girl would find it revolting, but it’s turning you on so much you can feel yourself soaking through your panties while he kneads his hand over your bra.

As soon as he has your shirt all the way off, he’s kissing you everywhere he can reach while you’re still in his arms.

He sucks harshly, kisses wetly, sucks hard again, lowers a millimeter, and makes his way all the way down your neck, across your throat, and over your collar bones. He occasionally goes back up to kiss his marks softly, before returning on his way down – leaving every purple and bitten mark in his wake screaming mine.

At this point he reaches behind you for your bra and you let him, letting him pull it off and throw it to the floor, continuing his marking process. Your hand presses into his hair, guiding him, keeping him there, while your other grips his shoulder, so hot under your palm.

When he pulls away, his mouth is swollen but he looks at his artwork satisfied – an ongoing bruise of a trail, swirling down your neck and chest, that would let everyone who saw it know that you were his.

He traces over it with his fingertips. “Look at you baby, all marked up by me. Do you like it?”

He turns you around and you see yourself in the vanity mirror.

“Personally, I think this is the most beautiful piece of art I have seen today.” He murmurs, brushing your hair off your neck so he can press another kiss to it and you melt.

The gentle moment doesn’t last long, for as soon as you’ve seen yourself, he is turning you around again, and your eyes are only on him. He kisses you harshly, his tongue easily slipping in, as he presses his hands to your waist and pushes you to walk backward.

“Has anyone ever seen your pussy baby? Have you ever let anyone?”

He backs you up until the backs of your knees are pressing against the bed and with a gentle hand he pushes you back until you’re leaning back, resting up on your elbows.

You shake your head as he reaches for your jeans and pulls them down your legs. He’s on his knees at the end of the bed, thumbs gently stroking up the insides of your thighs, prompting.

“Are you going to let me see?”

You’re nervous, but when he presses his mouth in a hot kiss to the top of your thigh and waits, you find yourself slowly opening up your legs. A million thoughts are running through your mind as to why he wants to be that close to you – it can’t possibly look nice, it probably doesn’t smell nice, and for pete's sake, it’s your vagina who would want to go eye to eye with it?

You’re blushing so hard you can’t look at him when you let him spread your legs and you’re surprised when he moans low in his throat and immediately pushes your legs apart farther.

“All for me? You’re so pretty, baby.” His voice is low as he leans over your heat and blows lightly, making you shiver, and you feel yourself heat more under his gaze.

He leans back slightly and reaches out, almost reverently, to drag one finger down your slit. You find yourself moaning at the contact, not realizing how much you had wanted it. He rubs at your hole gently and without warning slips his finger in.

You gasp, the feeling so foreign but so good.

“Oh baby, so wet for me already?”

he pumps his finger in and out a few times then twists and curls it up and you’re panting at the sensation. All so new, all so good.

He smiles so sinfully at your reaction. “All this for just my finger? You needy girl. You want me that bad huh?”

You whimper as he speeds up his pace. “Well, you’re just going to have to wait a little longer baby.” And then he’s pressing his mouth to your heat and making the sensations you're feeling so much worse, but also so much better.

He’s so skillful you’re on the edge in minutes, and when he coaxes your orgasm from you, he moans at the mess you make.

“You taste so good baby, you dirty girl, look at how wet you are. Did I do that to you? Did I get you so dirty?”

He licks a broad stripe up your sex and you cry out from overstimulation.

“Do you think you can do it again?”

Then he’s sucking at your clit, pushing his fingers back inside you, eating you like his life depended on it, coaxing you towards another orgasm.

When you come again he continues right through it, and you’re begging- begging for him to stop, and also for your next release, all at the same time.

“I think you’ve got one more for me baby,” he hums as you clutch at anything, his hair, the sheets, his shoulders, your body, in desperation. He’s holding you down, pressing your thighs apart, torturous in his persistence to keep you beneath him and feeling everything.

You’re a sweating, keening mess by the time he pulls his fingers out of you and lifts his mouth from your sex. Hands in your hair, you watch him as he unbuttons his pants and pulls out his length, your eyes widening at his size.

He strokes himself slowly, smirking at you. “You like the look of my cock baby?”

He leans over you and presses himself to your heat. He begins to grind, slowly coating himself in your wetness and somehow it feels almost better than what he was doing to you before, building your anticipation.

“I want you so bad baby. Do you want me too?”

You make a soft mewling sound in the back of your throat, and Kihyun thinks he might come right then and there. But he has to make this good for you. The perfectionist inside him won’t let it be anything less.

“I need to hear you say it, jagi. Do you want me inside you?”

He feels so good the way he’s rubbing himself against you and you’re sweating, wanting this more than you’ve wanted anything before.

“Kihyun, please. Take me baby.”

He hums and grinds down harder, making you cry out. “Are you sure jagi? Do you want me to take your innocence, right here, right now?”

You find the strength to find his face and pull him to you, kissing him hard.

“Yoo Kihyun. I want you. Inside me. Now.”

His eyes dilate and he almost growls when you bite him to confirm what you want… then he’s pushing inside you, and you cry out at the sudden intrusion. The stretch hurts, but the pain is quickly overtaken by pleasure as he plays with your clit as he slowly inches his way inside you.

Once he is all the way in he holds still, letting you adjust to the new feeling.

“Are you okay?” he whispers, kissing you softly.

When you swallow and nod, he begins to slowly move, picking up his pace after a few slow strokes.

Your fingers dig into his back as he rocks into you, the experience so new and mind-blowing you don’t want it to end. You pull him closer to you, enjoying the feel of him, enjoying being so close.

“Do you like that baby? Do you like me inside you?” he grunts, nipping at your collar bone as he picks up his pace and hits deeper inside you.

“Do you like the feel of my cock destroying your innocence? Are you ruined baby? Ruined just for, and only by me?”

You moan and dig your nails into his shoulder, urging him on. All pain is forgotten as you focus on him and only him.

You wrap your legs around his waist and he moans, biting your shoulder.

“You want me so bad don’t you baby. How much more do you want? What can you take?”

You’re whimpering with your pleasure, and he rocks harder into you, relentless in the pace he sets.

Feeling himself close, he beings to rub your clit, going harder and harder until you’re coming undone around him. He works you through your orgasm, and then he’s thrusting harder, becoming uneven as he chases his own pleasure and comes inside you.

You’re a wreck, shaking with the remains of your pleasure, as he rolls off you and pulls you against him, kissing softly over the hickeys on your neck and chest.

“Kihyun…” you breathe, and he stops to press a kiss to your hair. “That… was... wow.”

“Are you okay?” He whispers, and when you nod, he kisses you softly. You are still catching your breath when he suddenly smirks and trails his hand lightly over the side of your body, gently cupping your breast and kissing you deeply.

He begins to massage it, and you moan into his mouth.

“Such a responsive girl, just for me?” He nips at your lip and his hand begins it’s decent downwards again.

Your breath hitches as he finds your sensitive mound and begins to rub. You look at him, wide-eyed.

He raises an eyebrow and smirks, pressing kisses between the valley of your breasts.

“What, you thought we’d stop there? Oh, no baby. Now that I’ve gotten you into my bed, I’m going to ruin you for any other man.”

He continues to kiss down your body, and when he’s back at your heat, you’re crying out, clutching at his hair.

He wrecks you for the rest of the night, over, and over, and over again, until the only word you seem to know, to say, to breathe, is Kihyun.

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jeonsduck · 5 years

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Serendipitous Meetings (Wonho One-Shot

Descendants of the Sun!AU

You’ve unwillingly volunteered to work for Doctors Without Borders for a few months. While abroad, there’s one shining beacon of glory that keeps you going every day, regardless of your workload.

Gender neutral reader x Shin Wonho

Warning: uhhh, extreme thirst??

“Y/N! Wake up! Hurry, here they come!”

You startle awake, to find your bunkmate shaking you awake.

“The doves are about to pass by, you’re going to miss them.” he says.

You leaped out of your bed, nearly falling off of your bunk in your scramble to wake up.

“Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?” you scold, rushing to throw on a shirt.

“Not my problem!” your bunkmate retorts, leaving your tent. You grumble and follow him outside. You stumble over to the gate, rubbing sleep from your eyes and squinting at the sun. You slump against the gate and your bunkmate shoves a cup of weak coffee into your hand.

Being banished to the ends of the earth to work with your hospital’s chapter of Doctors Without Borders sucked for a lot of reasons. Yes, the work was important and rewarding, but being chosen involuntarily to join the volunteer group wasn’t super fun. There was no hot water, the coffee sucked, and you saw a fair share of horrifying and sad situations you could do very little to help. But there was one saving grace, one part of this assignment that made it all a little bit more worth it. And it came every morning at dawn, just like clockwork, parading right by your little tent city. And you’d hate to miss it because you overslept.

Outside, most of the doctors and nurses were crowded by the gate, waiting for your little piece of heaven.

Right on time, a platoon of soldiers came over the ridge in front of you. They were singing some army song you didn’t recognize but it wasn’t the song that mattered. It was the soldiers' sweaty, muscular torsos as they jogged by.

A few of the doctors whooped and hollered or whistled lowly, and the soldiers chuckled, some sending winks or finger hearts, or flexing particularly hard. And then they jogged right on by and around the corner.

You sigh dramatically, staring into the last spot they’d been.

“Honestly, that’s all I need to get through the day.” you comment, swallowing down the rest of your coffee.

Your bunkmate nods in agreement, heading back towards camp with the rest of the medical staff.

You head back to your tent and get dressed for the day. You had your long term patients to check on, plus an army’s worth of vaccines to administer. And then check-ups and assessments, so it was a very, very busy day for you. By lunchtime, you were absolutely exhausted. But of course, your 15-minute rest is interrupted by your supervisor coming to add something else to your plate. Even hundreds of miles from a hospital, your responsibilities never ended.

“We got a shipment of specialty supplies, but they won’t come out to the station. Some of the soldiers are going into town, catch a ride with them and sign for the shipment,” she says, reading from a clipboard.

You sighed, nodding.

“What time do they leave?” you ask, eating another spoonful.

“In ten minutes.”

You choke on your food, shove your tray at your bunkmate and jump up. Of course, they couldn’t have told you earlier. You sprinted through the medical camp, trying not to run over other doctors and patients. You barely manage to make it before the Jeep rolls past the gates.

“Hey wait! I’m with the medical crew! I need to go to town with you!”, you shout, running in front of the vehicle.

You’re panting heavily as one of the soldiers waves you over.

“Hop in, we gotta go!”

You jog over, still struggling to breathe. It’s difficult to catch your breath and also haul yourself into the open back of the truck, so one of the soldiers comes over to help you out. He leans out of the Jeep, grabs you by the waist and simply lifts you off the group and into the bed like it’s nothing. And suddenly you have a whole new reason to not be able to breathe.

He sets you down gently in the Jeep and you’re gasping down air in a very unattractive way, while he sits there, backlit by the sun, smiling gently at you. Fuck, no breaks for you today huh?

Eventually, you catch your breath enough to wheeze out a thanks to the Adonis of a man that helped you into the vehicle. His smile turns even sweeter and brighter, telling you that it was no problem at all.

“I see you when we jog by the med staff tents in the morning. Maybe you should join us one of these days? So a quick sprint doesn’t almost kill you.” he offers.

You’re halfway through respectfully declining his offer when the Jeep hits a bump in the road. As you’ve yet to sit down, it throws you off balance and you yelp, before falling directly into Adonis the Pretty Soldier’s lap.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry-” you start, but he just waves it off with a chuckle. He shifts you into the seat next to him and it’s a tight fit because the Jeep is pretty full so you’re squeezed against him.

“It’s fine uhh...” he trails off, looking for your name.

“Oh, I’m Y/N! Dr. Y/L/N, but please just call me Y/N.” you say, sort of blabbering nervously.

“Well Y/N, I’m Private Officer Shin, but you can just call me Wonho.” and there’s that adorable smile again.

What man has the right to be that attractive?

When you get to town, Wonho is nice enough to help you down from the Jeep and abandons his team to help you pick up your supplies. You try to decline, but he assures you it’s not an issue, that they’re just here for a little leisure time. You talk a lot, learning about his time in the military, him learning about your work as a doctor. He laughs when h finds out how you ended up working for Doctors Without Borders and its an endearing sound you want to hear again and again.

“Wonho, they were out the good stuff, so we just got a bunch of canned tuna and chicken.” One of the other soldiers says as he climbs into the Jeep, handing Wonho a box.

“Ah, thanks Changkyun.” h says, settling the cargo between his legs.

You raised an eyebrow. The good stuff? Did they mean Spam?

Changkyun caught your interested expression and took it upon himself to explain.

“Wonho likes to feed the stray cats that hang around the base, so he usually buys them food when he comes to town.”

You turn to Wonho who’s smiling shyly and blushing fiercely.

“That’s so nice Wonho, you’re such a sweet guy.”

“Do you maybe want to help me feed them? When you get a free afternoon that is. You could come eat at our kitchen for dinner too if you wanted. I’m no good, but Kihyun makes a mean pot of ramyun.” he offered.

“Ramyun? Sounds delicious. Count me in.” you say, patting Wonho on the arm, going to jump down from the truck.

“Great, it’s a date.”

Wonho’s words surprise you so much you slip and fall off of the Jeep, nearly twisting your ankle. Date??

#wonho fanfic #wonho fluff #shin wonho #shin hoseok #wonho x reader #wonho x you #Monsta X #monsta x fanfic #monsta x wonho

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raibebe · 5 years

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Tears and Anxiety

Genre: Angst Words: 2.519 Prompt: Smile for me again For anon A/N: I’m not crying, you are crying.

You were used to your boyfriend’s job and the consequences it had for your relationship. Not being able to see him in public or having to act like you were just another member of Starship staff that he was grabbing a coffee or takeout food with had been hard at the beginning but you had leaned to accept it. You two were always making up for that with date nights at your house where he would cook for you and watch movies cuddled together under a fluffy blanket, sometimes falling asleep together which got him into trouble more than once already. But Kihyun always said that it was worth it if it meant that he could wake up to your beautiful face, so peaceful when you slept.

The worst thing had always been the weeks where his schedule was so full that he needed every free second to rest his body so he could go on the next day. A small message or a personal selca just for you, the only interaction both of you could share.

Not being close to him made you uneasy. You weren’t a jealous person per se but sometimes seeing him interact with all the beautiful female dancers and idols and even flashing them his bright smile made your insides turn in both jealousy and anxiety. You just couldn’t compete with any of them if they tried to win over his heart.

Why you had started to go down the hellhole of YouTube videos of Kihyun doing exactly this, you weren’t sure yourself. But within minutes you were fighting against your tears, heart aching and clenching painfully.

One particular pretty woman kept appearing in the recent fancams and you kept replaying the part of one specific video, where she was touching your boyfriend’s naked arm which made him first smile shyly before he flexed his arm which resulted in the woman further touching his arm.

Objectively it was just in innocent touch, one person congratulating the other, but to you it seemed like to much more. Kihyun never let anyone just touch him, except for his fellow members. And he most definitely wouldn’t let a woman touch him like that if they weren’t close.

With a loud slap you slammed your laptop shut. The image was burned into your head anyways. Tears were making their way down your cheeks and your body began to shake.

You had always questioned why a man like Kihyun would be with such an ordinary woman like you when he could literally have anyone he wanted. He just needed to flash his bright smile and open his pouty lips to serenade them with his angelic voice and anyone would be lying at his feet.

Hiding deeper in the sweater Kihyun had left you the last time he had been here, you let your tears run freely down your cheeks, the sweater - which only very faintly carried the scent of your boyfriend - getting soaked.

Hiccupping you blindly grabbed your phone and opened the chat with Kihyun. The last message he had sent you was a picture of him with the last award he had won, smiling brightly. Another wave of sadness washed over you. Did he send those pictures to the other woman as well? Smiling that smile that you thought was reserved for you. Or did he send her other pictures? More intimate ones?

Was that it? You being reluctant to be intimate with him? Was he getting the intimacy somewhere else? The rational part of your mind knew that he wouldn’t do that, he had been raised rather conservative as well. But to your mind that was clouded with anxiety and sadness it made perfect sense.

Unlocking your phone again, you typed just one simple sentence with shaking fingers: ‘I’m sorry that I’m not enough.’ Pressing send and throwing the phone somewhere into the mess of blankets, you began sobbing again. It was over. He didn’t love you and you weren’t enough for him. You probably never were. And would never be.

Exhausted from all the crying, you fell asleep, not hearing the vibrations of your phone nor the familiar voice that was talking onto the answering machine with a worried voice.

The next morning you woke up from the sun shining merciless through the thin curtains of your windows. Barely being able to open your eyes because they were so swollen from crying all night, the memories came back to you.

Your boyfriend didn’t love you and you had ended it between you two. Fumbling to unlock your phone to see what time it was, you saw that you had multiple missed calls and messages not only from Kihyun but surprisingly also from the other members. Some more friendly than others. You left all of them on read and went over to the kitchen to open the fridge to grab something to eat. But staring at the food, you realized that you weren’t even hungry, so you just opted for a bottle of water and went to your bedroom instead.

Closing the blinds, you lay down and stared at the ceiling. You felt weirdly empty. Not even really sad anymore. Just empty. Like your heart had been cut out and all that was left was a black void.

The sound of your phone buzzing freed you from your stupor. Without looking who actually was calling, you picked up, not saying anything. “I swear to god if she doesn’t pick up soon, I’m going to call the police”, you heard a deep voice saying. The man obviously didn’t notice that you had picked up the phone. Another voice answered him in the background, but you couldn’t make out what he was saying. “I know, we have to cheer up Kihyun-hyung somehow or he will go mad”, the first voice spoke again.

“Why would he?” you asked the voice. “Shit”, the voice cursed, sounding startled. “You actually picked up the phone, finally. What has gotten into you, noona?” “Nothing.” “Nothing?” The voice repeated what you just had said, cracking slightly. It was Changkyun. “Kihyun-hyung is sitting in the waiting room and is devastated, he barely slept last night and tried to call you about twenty times because you decided to send cryptic messages and then ghost him!”

That didn’t make any sense. Why would Kihyun feel this way? They must have misunderstood something. The voice from the background was saying something again and the next thing you heard were shuffling noises before another voice spoke to you: “Just pick up his calls and quit hurting his feelings.” It belonged to Minhyuk and he really didn’t sound like himself. “His feelings?” You were confused. He must be happy now that he didn’t have to keep up the charade with you anymore. “Yes, his feelings. He’s obviously hurt and we have to be on stage in about fifteen minutes and he’s not himself.” A quiet sob left your lips and you quickly covered your mouth. “Are you crying?” Minhyuk asked clearly confused.

Shaking your head you screwed your eyes shut, trying to hold the tears back. Why did it affect you so much? Where was the black void that was filling you minutes ago? Why was the same place inside your chest now filled with sadness and tears? Ending the call and actually shutting down your phone, you turned to silence your hiccupped sobs in your pillow, grabbing the blanket tightly and forcing your body to stop shaking like dry leaves in the wind.

When you turned around to grab some tissues from the nightstand, your eyes fell on the picture frame standing there instead. Kihyun gave it to you before he went on world tour last year. Changkyun had taken the picture where you were sleeping in Kihyun’s embrace at the dorms, his bright orange locks framing his face, smiling down on you fondly and brushing one hand through your hair. The words he had written on the frame became blurry when tears began obscuring your vision yet again.

You had never cried this much in your life. But it also had never hurt so bad in your chest. Almost every item in your apartment keeping memories you had shared with your now ex-boyfriend. It was just too much. Closing your eyes again and hiding away under your warm blanket, you prayed that sleep would take you soon so you could just stop feeling for a couple of hours.

The shrill sound of your doorbell ripped you from the sweet grip sleep had on you. Groaning you turned around to look at the clock on your bedside table. The neon lights flashed you an ungodly hour to have someone come over to your house. Turning around your pillow so you could keep on sleeping on the cold side, you decided to ignore whoever was at the door. You didn’t feel like talking to anybody anyways.

After some seconds of beautiful silence, the doorbell rang again and the person standing outside was knocking against your door, sound echoing through your small apartment. When you still didn’t budge, the knocking tuned into banging.

“I know you are home, stop ignoring me!” A voice travelled through the wooden door. A voice that was way too familiar. A voice that made you feel again. It sounded strained. But that could just be the distance and the obstacles between you and the voice.

“Open this goddamn door!” he screamed again and banged against the door again. If he would keep this up, the neighbours would wake up, so you forced yourself out of bed and stepped up to your front door.

“What do you want?” You asked quietly through the door, trying to fix the mess that your hair was after sleeping for almost a whole day.

The banging stopped, instead you heard shuffling in front of the door. “Please open the door and let me talk to you.” Kihyun sounded so unlike himself. Smaller. Gone was his usual confidence. “What do you want to talk about?” You asked, hand on the doorknob. “What have I done wrong?” His voice cracked. The voice of Monsta X’s main vocal cracked. Cracked. His voice never cracked.

Surprised you actually opened the door. Before you stood your ex-boyfriend. He really didn’t look good. His light brown hair was a mess, poking out from underneath the hood of an oversized black sweater, hiding his features. When he lowered the hood you could see that his whole face was puffy and his eyes were red, looking at you with an emotion you couldn’t quite place.

When he made a step towards you, reaching out to touch you, you stepped aside so he could come in. His eyes seemed hurt but he stepped in nevertheless and headed to the living room where he sat down on the couch, his body looking small and lost in his big clothes.

Your heat hurt seeing him like this, you felt how the sadness filled you again, how your lower lip started trembling and how tears began filling your eyes. “What are you doing here?” you asked him quietly, remaining standing in front of the couch. Kihyun ruffled his hair and looked up at you, dark eyes big and full of that look that you couldn’t quite place. “I don’t understand. Why wouldn’t you be enough for me?”

Taken aback, your mind went blank. Didn’t he understand? Or did he want to torture you?

You felt your legs give out and your knees hit the ground. Your body was shaking with tears again. You didn’t even know why you were crying. Because this was probably the last time you would be seeing him in person? Embarrassed you hid your face in your hands.

Suddenly a pair of strong hands pushed you against a chest and Kihyun’s scent filled you senses. It was all too much. You hid further in his hoodie and began shaking.

“Why are you here Kihyun?” You spoke in between sobs. “Do you want to torture me even more? Why are you not with that other pretty woman? I’m nothing special, I understand it, if you want to leave me. Just take your things, I’ll be fine. Why won’t you just leave and be happy with her?”

You felt Kihyun take a deep breath before a laugh bubbled out of him. Why was he laughing at you? Did he think it was funny how much power he had over you?

Angry and confused you emerged from his now wet sweater and looked up at him. He cradled your face between his soft palms, kissed your forehead and gently and rubbed away your tears with his thumbs.

“But none of them make my heat jump like you do. I love you, jagiya. Even though you are so stupid sometimes”, he reassured you and smiled lovingly, his dimples showing and eyes turning into crescents. “And now forget about that and smile for me again.”

You didn’t understand and opened your mouth to argue with him, but he didn’t let you speak and closed your mouth with his soft lips instead.

“I love you and only you.” He whispered on your lips when he broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours, thumbs still rubbing gently over your cheeks even though you had stopped crying.

Smiling gently, he kissed you again and this time you melted into him. Arm around his neck, you pulled him flush with your body and grabbed his damp hair. Given your awkward position on the floor, he collapsed onto you, which made you both break the kiss and giggle.

Kissing the top of your head, he pulled you against his chest again. “I love you, understand?”

You nodded against him, hiding your red face in his sweater again. “Don’t let those woman touch you”, you mumbled into his chest, voice sulky. “That’s what got you all worked up?” He sounded surprised. “That stupid video that went around on Twitter yesterday?” You nodded. When he said it like that it sounded embarrassing. He laughed at you again. “Don’t laugh!” You scolded him and hit his chest.

You pouted you lips and looked up at him from under your lashes. “You looked really comfortable together.” Kihyun’s smile was soft, when he placed a quick kiss on your lips. “That’s one of the noonas who are doing our hair and make-up. She was away for a couple of months because she had a baby and was surprised to see how we all progressed in the short time. Nothing more, jagiya.”

“I’m sorry”, you mumbled, fumbling with the tassels of the hoodie. “I should be used to it by now.” He sighed and kissed your blushed cheek. “I know this relationship isn’t easy for you which is why I was so worried, jagiya. But you are the one who holds my heart in her hands, okay?” “I just can’t help it sometimes…” “Then just call me next time, okay? And don’t scare me with cryptic messages.” You nodded and placed a quick kiss on his lips.

“I love you too.”

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wonhos-monbaby · 5 years

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Rough night

Anon requested : Rough sex tape with Shownu...

Author’s note: Many this has been sitting in my ask for months and months and Uni has been so damn demanding and I had so many assignments and then exams and then I wasn’t home and then I was working so anon I’m so so sorry but here it is finally!

Also I think I mentionned before I’m not fully comfortable with the sex tape part of things... I’ll stick to as rough as I can manage.

Warnings : here comes some smutty smut smut ... Honestly Idk what to say here... Y’all have been warned for language, explicit consensual sex, multiple orgasms (over stimulation? idk), oral sex definitely

Paring : Shownu x female OC (3rd point of view)

The evening was coming to an end with dessert being served at the table while conversation settled to small talk and quiet whispers in other’s ear. Shownu leaned toward Y/N, his lips brushing her ear.

“I can’t wait for everyone to leave” he paused, licking his lips its tip flicking against her ear, “this dress of yours has been driving me crazy”.

Y/N swallowed hard as she felt the hand that had been resting on her knee trail up her thigh higher and higher. His fingertips grazed the inside of her thighs as he turned back to the conversation at the table about everyone’s holiday after the long World Tour they had finally returned home from a couple weeks ago. Y/N bit her cheek to stop herself from moaning when he ran a finger over her slit through her lace underwear. She tried continuing to eat her dessert but found it hard to open her mouth without losing her breath and wanting to moan. Shownu had pushed her panties to the side and was rubbing circles over her clit, spreading her wetness over his finger. Kihyun looked at her a slightly worried look on his face.

“Y/N are you okay? You look a little off” he said.

“Oh, yeah I’m just feeling a little dizzy is all” she answered.

Shownu looked at her smiling gently, and pressed his over hand on her forehead.

“You feel a little warm babe, maybe we should call it a night?” he looked at the others. “I’m sorry to cut the evening short I just think it’s best she gets some rest”.

He pulled his hand away from under her dress, wiping it with the napkin that had been resting in his lap. Everyone understood, stood up and they made their way out. Y/N apologized once again to be cutting the evening short and they all wished her to get well soon and rest as much as she needed. Their front door shut as the others stepped into the elevator. She could barely register the door’s locking sound that she was pressed hard against it, Shownu pressing himself hard against her back his hands fisting the hem of her dress.

“Fuck you can’t imagine how hard it’s been to keep my hands off you all night in that dress” he growled against her neck as he grazed his teeth against it. His hands already bunching up her dress around her hip, slipping in her panties to finger her. Y/N leaned forward her using her hands to stay stable, head resting on the wall back already arched at the feeling of her boyfriend’s fingers sliding in and out of her. Her hips rocked with each move he made, her ass pressing against his erection.

She had known when getting ready that he would like her midnight blue little dress, it was short and hugged the top of her body flaring out from her waist the hem barely reaching mid-thigh. It was simple and flattering. And it had done the job. She could feel how hard he was and she couldn’t wait for what was coming. Her mind was fogging up with pleasure and he shifted his hand so he would rub against her clit each time he moved his fingers in and out of her. He picked up the pace, his other hand pinching her nipple through the fabric of her dress and flimsy lace bra. His mouth was still attacking her neck, teeth, lips, tongue, mouth. Somewhere in her mind Y/N knew he neck would be full of marks the next morning. Shownu pulled her back against him so her head would lean back and rest on his shoulder.

“So you like what I’m doing to you?” he breathed.

Y/N moaned out a “yes” feeling herself close to climax. “Fuck” she breathed out “So, ugh, so close”.

“Do you want more baby? Should my fingers fuck you harder?” He pushed in a third finger hard and deep into her making her moan louder. “Faster?” and he picked up the pace, he wrapped his other hand around her waist to keep her, as her legs almost gave in.

“Yes, yes, yes, ah” She came hard on his fingers.

“Such a good girl, you should taste yourself?” he told her as he pulled his fingers out, turning her to face him, holding her flush against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he leaned to kiss her before pulling back and pressing his fingers to her lips. Y/N looked up and locked eyes with his. She grabbed his hand and slowly guided his fingers in her mouth, flicking her tongue at them as she sucked tasting herself on them. Shownu’s eyes darkened as he pulled back and pushed her to her knees. She looked up eagerly through her lashes, unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. She licked her lips when she noticed he had gone commando and how hard he was.

She took his cock in her mouth sucking hard on his tip before pushing forward and taking him in to the base. One of his hands buried itself in her hair while he rested the other against the wall. He grabbed a fist of hair when she started the move her mouth along his whole length. He tried to control himself, he pulled away to look down at her.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes”

“Are you okay for me to go harder?” he asked making sure they were on the same line.

“Yes” she breathed out licking her lips anticipating. He smiled down.

“Okay” he said as she took him in her mouth again.

He started slowly thrusting into her mouth, sliding from his tip slowly to the base of his cock. The sensation of her lips wrapped around his dick, the warmth of her mouth, her tongue flat rubbing on the underside of his cock quickly made him push her head further down his shaft, faster harder. He felt himself grow closer to orgasm fast and roughly pulled away.

“Strip” he said as he stepped out of his pants and unbuttoned his black shirt revealing his toned chest, broad shoulders, golden skin. Y/N stood up unzipped her dress and let it pool at her feet, undid her bra and slid down her panties. Before she could register, he had her pinned against the wall his mouth on hers, tongue demanding access. She melted against him, wrapped her legs around him feeling his cock sliding between her wet folds. She moaned against his mouth. He thrust his hips against hers.

“Fuck you’re still soaked” he groaned against her shoulder, before gently biting her, sucking at her skin. Her hands were in his hair pressing him closer to her. He moved away from the wall, grabbed a tie hanging by the front door, they still had not left the hallway and carried her back to the dining room as she sucked on his neck.

He set her down on the dining table, half eaten desserts still lingering pushed aside and tied her hands behind her back. He looked at her.

“You’re still good?” he asked.

“Yes” she moaned rubbing her thighs together, “I want you inside me, please, please I need you”.

He chuckled and quickly pecked her lips before pulling her off the table, turning her around and bending over.

“You don’t have to ask me twice” he breathed as he pushed himself inside her. “Fuck babe you’re still so fucking tight”. Y/N spread her legs wider and pushed back against him with each trust she met him as best she could. She couldn’t grab onto anything but Shownu’s hands were on her hips, grabbing on hard. He thrusted in and out of her hard and fast hitting the right spot each time. She needed most stability, she felt her legs start to give in cause by the pleasure soaring through her body.

“Fuck, ah” she tried forming a coherent sentence, “sofa or ugh bed, I, ah ugh good so fucking good”.

“Sure ugh fuck, sur thing babe” he said thrusting a few more times before pulling out.

They both whined at the loss of contact, he carried her to their bedroom, place her on their bed. She immediately got on her knees, face buried in the covers turned to the side.

“Hurry” she whined causing him to laugh, as he rubbed a hand along his cock, watching her wiggle and rub her thighs together in search for friction. He let her struggle a little, as she started to hump the bed. “I-ugh fuck me, Shownu, please, I want you inside”.

He didn’t need more than her moaned beg to hold onto her hips once again and thrust into her. “Harder, ugh faster” she all but demanded and he obliged. He reached around as his hip pushed hard against her, his cock sliding easily in and out of her, she was so fucking wet and tight he was losing his mind. He rubbed over her clit and felt her tense and tighten around him. He kept thrusting, rubbing as she came hard against him. She felt even tighter and he could feel himself growing closer to his own orgasm and he thrusted hard, she rode out hers, but his hand didn’t leave her clit as he pushed harder in and out of her hips erratic, his hand on hers tightening its hold surely leaving a bruise the next day, as he climaxed her third orgasm of the evening hit her. He pulled out of her untied her hands and turned her on her back as she was still coming down from her climax he asked “Do you have one last one for me baby?” and buried his face between her legs and started licking her folds, flicking his tongue at her clit, the pleasure was so overwhelming, he thighs shook as she pushed his face closer to her pussy. He sucked on her clit, grazed his teeth against the bundle of nerves and it was enough to send her over the edge once again. He eagerly lapped at her juices as she came down from her pleasure high.

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kumamon-kp · 4 years

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Late night imagine (For Roji)

She’s the one

Think about her face every time I wake up

At night I wanna ask about how her day was

But I just haven't told her yet

11:30 am

(23.4.20)

He sits in the bed next to Minhyuk. His laying on his back with his phone in his hands scrolling through his Instagram news feed looking at everyone else’s awesome days with their girlfriends and all the old couples making videos and getting older together.

He smiles at some of the pictures, until she pops up into his mind.

“Oh I forgot I haven’t asked Rojina how she’s going yet? It’s her birthday tomorrow” He sits on his side.

There’s nothing but silence in the room, Kihyun could feel a stare. He looked over at the other bed to see Minhyuk looking up from his phone and smirking at him.

“You really can’t stop thinking about her can you?” Minhyuks on his belly whilst his feet are up in the air waving around like a teenage girl.

Kihyun laughs nervously, his face turning a light shade of pink. He ruffles his wet hair and pushes it back exposing his forehead. He sighs again.

He is constantly wanting to see how she’s feeling and what she’s doing. He cares about her so much that is what is constantly on his mind from the moment he wakes up till the moment he falls asleep.

He knows he doesn’t have a place in her heart yet, he admits it, but he always manages to put those thoughts aside and thinks about how much he can love her no matter the distance in their feelings.

Minhyuk can hear little tapping noises in front of him, he looks up from his phone again and sees Kihyun tapping his blank phone screen.

“Just text her, she might appreciate it you know” Minhyuk grabs his lips and plays with it. Kihyun groans and rolls over on his stomach. His heart is racing again.

12 am

(24.4.20)

K: Happy birthday beautiful ~

Love U (Rojina POV)

You make me crazy it's not just the wine

Go on and take me right across the line

Looking at you, I got one thing on my mind

8 pm

(24.4.20)

Saeng il chuk ha ham ni da

saeng il chuk ha ham ni da

sarang ha neun Rojinaaaa

saeng il chuk ha ham ni da

Your friends were all extra. Some were screaming the song, some were 3 octaves lower then normal and some were just soothing… you look over at Kihyun who had the biggest smile. He was clapping and laughing so hard that his little dimple showed on his cheek.

Tonight, you wore your tight black dress since your friends made this birthday a little more special then the others. You were all sat at fancy restaurant in the private section.

“Make a wish Rojina” Kihyun whispered in your ear sending shivers down your spine. He was on his knees next to you. He placed his warm hand on your cold shoulder sending heat waves down your body. His hands were so soft, and he smelt so good you felt a little confused at how much more attractive he looked tonight. His skinny looked so soft, his eyes were darker, and his hair was slicked back showing his forehead.

“ooh- you’re so cold?” his eyes widened. He panics a little removing his jacket and placing it on your bare shoulders. At this point everyone had moved around, someone had taken the cake to cut it up and the other were letting you have your moment… moment? Was it a moment? No no it definitely not a moment.

You looked away trying to join into another conversation

But… every time you tried to draw your attention to something other than him you always managed to make eye contact with him. At some point he looked flustered, bit his lip a little and looked away at the other boys.

“You know you’re still with Wonho right?” Eleni whispered scaring the shit out of you.

“Yah I know!” Your heart rate had increased by 100.

“Really?” her voice going high pitched, crossing her leg she continued eating a cake.

“I mean… I don’t know if eye fucking Kihyun is you remembering Wonho” you choked on your drink slapping her arm. You continued coughing and she stared laughing at your pain.

“Shut up!” you drank more wine hoping it might get you drunk enough to forget.

“I’m just stating the facts” she got up and walked over to other side where her boyfriend was sitting.

This night continued to confuse you.

You missed Wonho the truth was, but you guys ‘technically’ broke up 5 months ago. He hasn’t bothered to call you back, he just left you without saying anything and now your lost. It’s not like you hate him but it’s not like your happy that he left you with no explanation. You still love him but you’re slowly losing hope in waiting for him. Questions like when will he come back? Will he come back? Was it my fault did I scare him away? What can I do to get to where he is right now?

10.30 pm

“Kihyun I really don’t think this is a good idea” Kihyun laid on top of you. You were both out of breath from your heated make out but things started to get serious. His face wasn’t the same as usually, he seemed darker and much more determined.

“I want you now, even if we both regret it in the morning”

“but we’re drunk Kihyun”

“It’s not the wine baby”

His touch was soft, gentle something you missed and something you’d lost. He kissed your forehead. You grabbed his face pulling him in to kiss you. His lips were soft, you could taste the wine which didn’t feel great but something was telling you that this night was more then this moment.

Happy without me (Wonho POV)

Do you think about me sometimes?

'Cause I think about you sometimes

You can’t hold my heart no more (Rojina POV)

And, there's nothing that I can say at all

You can't hold my heart no more

And I'm waiting for your arms to fall

You can't hold my heart no more

11 pm

2.05.20

“Hi” your heart sank. It hurt so much hearing his voice again. Your eyes watered immediately; you took a deep breath holding the phone away, so he didn’t hear you.

“Wonho if you’re ringing to try and apologise, I’d rather just not hear it”

“Rojina…”

“Just tell me you’ve been ok-ay” your voice broke a little.

“Rojina”

“STOP SAYING MY NAME! Just tell me you’ve been okay I don’t want excuses and that nonsense bullshit Wonho” you were crying. You hated this, you hated showing him that you struggled without him.

“I’m sorry, I know you’ve been worried I’ve asked the boys about you every week, I don’t think you’ll understand anything I explain to you now”

You stayed silent. Your heart was in pain, his voice made you so mad but so happy and relieved.

You were both still silent.

“I missed you” he whispered in the phone, you could hear the sniffles from the other side of the call.

“I just need time” he spoke again each time his voice getting weaker.

“I have to go… thanks for remembering me… but I’ve moved on now Wonho, I can’t stand holding my heart away from other people anymore just because I’m depending on you to come back and hold it for me and protect it, because I trusted you with my heart once and this is how you treated it”

The phone stayed silent; it was just sobs coming from Wonho.

“Mm” he agreed, he had no words.

“It was nice knowing you Wonho, I hope you finally figure out what you need to figure out”

You ended the phone call, you laid on the floor, your heart hurt, the tears were never ending.

GOT MY NUMBER (Rojina POV)

If you need someone who can love you while he's gone

Baby, you got my number, got my number, whoa

When you realize it ain't him that's on your mind

12 pm

You saw your phone buzz again, you wiped your tears and opened it with a racing nervous heart. Your heart was relieved to see Kihyun’s appear on your screen.

K: Hi, are you okay? I just wanted to see how you were.

Your heart fluttered again, you hesitated.

R: Please come here.

K: Why?

R: I just need you..

K: I’ll be over soon.

You were nervous, you’ve never felt so many emotions within one hour.

You heard your doorbell ring and you quickly ran to the door. You wiped any left-over tears before you opened the door. He stood there with a bag in his hands, his black hoodie and his face bare. He dropped his bag and wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight. He rubbed your hair as you started to sob again. His hoodie was soft, and it smelt fresh. You held on to his hoodie hoping he would never let go.

“Don’t cry please” he pulled you away and you giggled a little feeling embarrassed that you cried so easily.

“I told you anytime, no matter what, you have my number and you can call me, and I’ll be right over” he held your shoulders and looked at you with a worried expression.

You both sat on the couch, you put your head on his shoulder and stared out into your own thoughts.

“You know he did text us every week but… he told us not to tell you”

You nodded already knowing the situation.

“I would be saying to forgive him right now but I also have to worry about my own feelings right now to, you know?”

You looked up at him confused.

“since that night together… you have been on my mind and even before that and ill keep hiding my feelings to step away from you and wonho but-“

You cut him off by pecking his lips, he was talking too much for your brain right now. His face was bright red this time.

“I know how you feel and I know that I feel something too but you just have to give me more time” you managed to finially say. He nodded biting his lip, looking down at his hands. You grabbed his hands and leaned against him weakly. He moved his arm out of the way and let your head fall into his lap. Your felt all sorts of things but this moment was definetly making you feel at ease. He did something to your heart that you hadn’t felt before, warmth and safeness.

Bye bye its late.

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Lost In a Dream

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Cold sweat mats your hair to the back of your neck and around your hairline. Your breath comes heavy and hot, barely flowing out between quivering lips.

Kihyun.

His fingers so gentle, so soft, lips pulled back over pointed teeth gleaming in low light, flickering fire in the corner- playing orange and yellow on his skin. The air is full of him. The world is glitter and holographic rainbows and silken sheets and desire. It’s unheard of, the spark within you, far from mundane and far too perfect to explain.

You’re rolling at his gentle direction, granting him the entirety of your bared soul and silky skin from your shoulders to the widening of your hips. His hands follow a path made for them, slowly trailing across your burning body. “Petal, the sun will rise soon. The fog will wipe this from your mind.” His voice is resigned but sure. You know he’s right and the panic builds in your chest at the reality. Flowers and moss surround the bed, the smell in the air is so fresh, it always is like this near him. Alive. Clean. Meaningful. The air nearly sparkles when he speaks.

“Don’t leave me.” You whisper into the pillow, lips touching feather soft against the nape of your neck have you reeling, his fingers loop into your hair to pull it away, granting him further access to the expanse of skin beneath. His breath is warm and damp, you can feel the desperation in his touch.

“You have me.” He replies. True to his kind, you will get no solid answer. “You have me and I have you. What is a little distance when your heart beats between my ribs?”

You roll over, pulling him to hover above you so you can see the sincerity you know is there.

“I want you whole. Real. Not pieces stuck in my imagination. "

"I am real. This is real. The only thing you are imagining is that-" his finger points to the door which is opening, streaks of morning light cutting through the darkness. "That is a distraction. "

You can feel tears teasing your lashes. "I don't want to. I don't want to."

You are a petulant child and you fight the slow slip into reality, you grasp the fullness of his cheeks,thumbs brushing under his eyes.

His eyes are warm and his smile is gentle, and he holds your soul inside his as he murmurs soft promises and bids you farewell. "You must wake. But you're still mine. "

The soft rumble of his voice pulls you away. The edges of heaven slip out of your grasp and the real world crashes down like cold water. Reality is hateful and dull, leaving you weighed down and burdened. Your skin itches with memory. You cannot see a face, you cannot recall the substance of the dream but you're on fire with longing. Someone is missing you as you miss them. Someone is out there. A sweetpea sits beside your bed,one that was not there when you fell asleep. Delicate, pleasure, bliss, departure after having a good time.

It never made sense, but you had been receiving flowers with similar messages for as long as you could remember.

Soulmates weren't anything new, but most people remembered the face from their dreams. All you remember is fog and velvet kisses. Promises and a whisper. It's not fair, honestly. It's unheard of. Everyone sees their soulmate and when they meet them, it clicks. You're scared to tell anyone you can't see their face when you wake, so when asked you avoid it or act as though you're too shy. The flowers also, were inexplicable.

There's services to contact to look based on description but you don't have one to give. So you deflect and hope when you see them you'll just know.

You begin getting yourself ready for work, knowing another boring day awaits, and wish you could return to the world that lives in your mind.

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“Y/N! There’s a customer downstairs, can you check in please?” Your boss calls from the hallway, poking his head in to catch your attention. You look up from the plants your misting gently.

“Got it Sebastion.” You reply with a smile, setting down the spray bottle. “I’ll be right back.” You whisper to the plants, fingers gently tracing the edge of a leaf as you leave your favorite part of the job for a few minutes.

“Hello, welcome to Dream Blossoms, can I help you make a selection?” You ask as you approach the customer. He turns, and your momentarily struck. He has light pink hair, shaggy around his eyes which are warm and smiling. The corner of his lips tick up in greeting, and some warm tingle runs down your spine. You can’t explain it. It’s not the bolt of lightening you have heard is from soulmates, but the tingle is far too strong to go unnoticed.

When he speaks, his voice is quiet but firm and it draws you nearer, your feet following a path you don’t yet know yourself.

“Hello. I do think I could use your help.” The base of your neck feels hot, like someone is breathing on it. It isn’t unpleasant, as it would normally be, instead it’s welcoming.

“I am looking for a flower that expresses sorrow. Maybe one for longing… “ He pauses pursing his lips thoughtfully in a way that is far too attractive and makes the apples of your cheeks color. “Something about incandescent happiness.” His hands are in his pockets, but when he turns his body toward you, the draw pulls harder.

“I can throw something together, is it, for a lover?” You pass by him, and notice vaguely that the air near him smells less like a person and more like freshness. Clean and lively, and so so inviting.

“It’s. For someone who is very special. They’ll understand it all together. Perhaps you can incorporate forget-me-nots?” His eyes wrinkle when he smiles, and for a moment, the very edges of his teeth seem sharper than they should, and his eyes, did they change color?

The dreams must be getting to you, in your lack of sleep you are imagining insanity.

You eye him for a moment, desperate for a read on him. Deciding the bouquet is likely for his soulmate, you continue in your job, pushing the strange longing away. “Okay, give me a moment I think I can convey a feeling for you.” you incline your head to the chair in the corner flanked by orchids. “Have a seat please.”

You’d need white tulips, lily of the valley, blue bells, cutting and arranging various flowers to fit his description. Something appeared off. Unbalanced, without a thought, you grab some white sweet pea and add it into the bouquet, pulling the entire message together .

Upon returning a short while later, you gesture to the man. “Here, I think this should be right.”

He hurries to your side, something sparkling in his eyes as he looks over your work. He looks more excited than you’d expect, his skin brushing against yours a few seconds longer than you would expect. It feels natural and you want to sigh when he pulls his hand back and clears his throat. “It’s lovely. Can you.. Tell me why you chose what you did?”

“Of course. White tulips are best for a sincere apology, lilly of the valley indicating the return of happiness, and the blue bells for devotion, and you asked for the forget-me-nots so I assume you know they have several meanings. It’s sort of what inspired the others I picked. “

“Remembrance, connection even over time and distance, loyalty… Yes.” He nods, there's something sly in his smile, but you continue.

“Yes.”

“And the sweet pea?” He steps a little closer, “ Why that?” He seems nearly out of breath when he asks, leaning close to you, invading the bubble you kept to yourself. You shouldn't be okay with it, but you allow it, unable to bare backing away from the warmth that radiates from his being. He feels like life and happiness and it sends a rush down your limbs that you can’t describe, and he hasn’t even touched you.

“It was more of a haunch. You’re apologizing but trying to show your affection. It didn’t seem like it was something too heinous, more like you had been lost to them but are coming back. Did I assume too much?”

His smile widens, his eyes wrinkling and cheeks nearly covering his eyes. Oh. It’s a beautiful sight, and one that doesn’t belong to you, you remind yourself.

“It’s better than I could have hoped.” He replies and after paying, gives you a final smile and wave on his way out.

You wish you understood the way your heart followed him through the doors. It was silly, and wrong. You shook off the feeling and got back to tending the flowers. Your dreams must be altering your expectations.

---

“You nearly had me.” He whispers into your neck, trailing gentle kisses across your collarbone. “This will all be better soon, I promise.“

You heave a sigh into his hair. Casting your gaze to the bouquet on the silver side table, engraved and ornate. Fireflies dance in the air around you and the skylight lets in the moonlight. You don’t know where he has taken you but you know you trust him with your everything.

“Why must we go so slow. If you found me, isn't that all there is?”

The tinkle of his laughter fills your ears, a sound you will never get tired of. “Not so simple, Petal. You are a woman of much distrust. I have to snatch you up the way my kind always must, if I’m to have you.” His nose scrunches as he meets your eyes with another light giggle.

"Remind me why you won't just tell me? After all this time and you've finally found 'day' me, but you won't just tell me who you are to me?"

You know you're pouting but it doesn't feel fair. You're getting to an age where people are going to wonder if you're undeclared… if your someone is already gone somehow. A cruel twist of fate before you'd even met.

You don't remember those things, of course, only the concepts around them, since your days slip from your mind at night the same way your nights slip your mind during the day. It's unfair, but loving Kihyun is worth it, will always be worth it.

"I'm sure you'd respond wonderfully to 'Hello, I'm Kihyun. I'm a fae living in the woods past a ‘glamour and I help bring the flowers. Oh, also I'm the man of your dreams.’" He poked your cheek gently with a laugh. "Oh! Literally. "

You scrunch up your nose in distaste but can't help the small huff of laughter. "Okay. Fine. If I heard that line I would likely never speak to you again. Cheesy."

"You love the way I am. You have to. That’s what soulmates mean.”

You shudder as the room begins to fade, and fear clouds your eyes-you reach for him. “Not again. I’m not ready to forget you.”

He gives you the same saddened, resigned face as every night. “You must wake. But you're still mine." His fingers begin to lose warmth against your cheeks as everything blurs. “You’ll be with me again soon. When this is over there will be no end to us.”

The streaks of light cloud your vision and you rub your eyes. The smell of fresh flowers sours.

You wake, and all is gone.

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“I never thought I’d see you sneaking around. Aren’t you supposed to be the good son?”

Kihyun turned to meet his brother’s eyes, unsurprised he had been followed by the light footed prince. He wore a teasing smile and his dark prowling outfit, no doubt on his way into a colony somewhere to experience the nightlife without the guards. Byeongkwan was a bit more… Outgoing, than himself.

Kihyun preferred to follow the rules, but the current situation was getting desperate. He was tired of the empty ache in his stomach when you weren’t there. He was tired of waiting for you to figure out something that was a bit too mystical for the human mind, and he was a bit too excited to hold you in the day time. It wouldn’t kill him to bend the rules a bit, just this once. After all, he was going to visit an artifact maker, not overthrow the Sirens.

“Yes well. Priorities.” He replied finally, watching his younger sibling’s smirk grow as he stepped into Kihyun’s space. Byeongkwan’s eyes sparkled and he genuinely looked full of glee at the discomfort Kihyun felt about disobeying. It wasn’t like he couldn’t do what he wanted… he was next in line for the throne… but there was a way things were done, to keep the glamour safe, and he wasn’t used to messing with the tried and true methods.

“Priorities,” Byeongkwan replied, stepping back with mischief in his eyes still, hand raising to show the dangling chain he had unsurprisingly picked off of Kihyun.

Always did have incredibly quick hands, that one.

“So it’s related to your lady, then isn’t it. Y/N.” He sat in the windowsill, holding the necklace up for inspection. The royal jewel pendant on the end glittered with a rainbow prism when the light filtered through it, something akin to moonstone but with more magick, more fire.

He squinted at his brother and held his hand out to receive the necklace. “Yes yes, you are a master of whispers and a knower of all secrets. I am suitably impressed. You can return it now.”

Byeongkwan sighed, placing it directly in Kihyun’s palm. ”Taking it to the enchanter, hm? You want her to know. Everything. I think it’s nice.” He smiled, wholesome and for once without a hint of teasing. It would have been a pretty smile, if he hadn’t ended it with one flicked up eyebrow, closing Kihyun’s hand around the pendant.

“Don’t lose this again.” He leaned in closer, this time with a glint that left Kihyun a little worried. “They won’t like this, and they already know.” His lips didn’t move, and his voice was too low to be picked up, it was likely he had used an enchantment of some kind, one without an incantation, which meant he genuinely believed they were being watched at this moment.

It took everything in Kihyun to not react or look for the source of the spying. Instead he smiled back in his most warm way. Nodding as he stepped back.

“She means everything, I won’t let this opportunity pass me up.” Kihyun watched Byeongkwan’s smile take on the knowing edge that made him as dangerous as he was. The message had been received on both sides. Kihyun needed to see you tonight, after dropping this necklace off.

----

“Loosen up, Y/N. You never know, you might meet your soulmate here! It’s not unusual for you to run into them in places like this.” Your friend laughed as she made a gesture to the rest of the dimly lit bar. It was open mic night and the person singing now was… less than fantastic.

Your head hurt and you wanted to leave. It was smelly and crowded and there were too many bodies in the tight space. “Right. Soulmate.” You nodded, knowing that wouldn’t happen. You couldn't even see his face how would you see him? You didn’t want to let out your secret so you forced a smile and lifted your drink to your lips. It was sweet, something that your friend had picked. It didn’t feel great going down, somewhat burning and the tingles it left in your fingertips were the only blessing. Perhaps with a buz it wouldn’t seem so sad that you were in this place when you wanted to be at home under your fuzziest blanket in your biggest shirt. You tugged at the hem of your dress, something a bit tighter than you were used to, but more than fitting for the scene.

“Yes. Soulmate. We are getting to be an age where we should and could meet them anywhere!” Your friend loved the idea, her smile sparkly and genuine. You matched it best you could and nodded to the change of singer, an older woman in her mid 50’s singing off key to Journey.

“Maybe there's yours.” you teased and your friend rolled her eyes, laughing off your joke as she motioned that her glass was empty and made her way through the crowd and from your table to get a new one.

You focused on the inside of your glass, uninterested in the crowd pushing in, when the song changed again and a voice that could only be described as hypnotic hit your ears. You looked up, shocked to find the man from the flower shop on the small stage, and somehow, his eyes found you as he sang. It stirred something in your chest, aligning the same as the other day. This time you would blame the combination of loneliness and alcohol, though. What you couldn’t explain away was the way his eyes burned into you as he sang, drifting closed only to hit notes that seemed far outside the average person’s vocal range.

Something about him was too enthralling to miss a second of, so you drank him in thirstily, unable to quench the longing in you. When he finished and the entire bar erupted into applause, you swallowed thickly at the lump that had formed in your throat. You heard someone sit opposit you, and fully expected your friend, but were met with someone else's eyes.

This guy… you’d seen him here on other nights. He was attractive, but he was a bit smoother than your tastes desired. His middle part exposed a regal brow set with a stud, eyes piercing and strong beneath them. He was far prettier than someone who belonged here, and he prowled the joint enough that you knew what he came here for.

“Did you enjoy the song?” He asked voice so deep it resonated in your chest, banging around like a caged bird. His eyes flitted from the low neckline of your dress back up to your lips before settling on your eyes.

“I think everyone did.” You replied as nonchalantly as you could. “He belongs on a real stage.”

For some reason, that amused your guest. He grinned, eyes sharp suddenly, leaning forward, all aloofness suddenly gone.

The room felt fuzzier somehow, when he neared. “He certainly doesn’t belong here. You are right about that.” He seemed to say it more to himself than to you, and it was strange that you felt the air a bit tinglier than before. You glanced at your still half full second glass… you shouldn't be feeling this much this quickly. You'd eaten.. and you'd been here over an hour…

"I.M. I think I saw your friends looking for you. Maybe you should go and meet them.” It was him. He had come your way, the man from the shop, who sings so beautifully. However, this time when he spoke, instead of a gentle voice, it had a sharpness to it that was unfamiliar. He seemed... Irked? Jealous? His handsome face was tight and lacked the soft smiles you had grown to love far too fast. Any trace of the pleasant wrinkles and endearing nose scrunches far gone.

The man in the other seat, I.M as he had been called, was smirking knowingly at the Flower Guy. They stared silently at each other, one stoic, one amused. It wasn’t a cruel smile but there was an edge to it, like they were silently exchanging a conversation you weren’t privy to. After a moment, his smirk turned to a full, bright smile, and he turned back to you, grasping your hand gently and placing a soft kiss on the top. “Pleasure to meet you, I’m sure we will see each other soon.” His deep voice had not lost its charm.

You nodded back, “Perhaps.” Was all you could think to say, your cheeks were burning but it wasn’t because of I.M’s low tones or flirty smiles, or even the way his lips had grazed your hands. It was the intense, unwavering stare of the Flower Guy. You felt nearly aflame under his gaze. As I.M departed you bit your lip, almost afraid to meet his dark eyes.

When you did, you were pleased to see the darkness had seeped out, instead replaced with a different type of intensity, but his lips were turned up at the corners now. You’d have sighed in relief but you didn’t want him catch on.

“Petal. Pleasure to see you here.” His voice was soft again, as it had been the first time you met. It sent tingles down your spine. Or was that still the drink? You didn’t know. The air was too full, too full of oxygen and you were nearly heaving from the high of it.

“Is it? I don’t even know your name, nor do you seem to know mine.”

An eyebrow lifted in response, tongue darting to the corner of his lips momentarily as he considered his response. “Mh. I know your name, Y/n. Petal fits you better.”

Oh. Oh. Why did that make the inside of your chest feel so full? Your head was still light and silly. It didn’t make sense, but the closer Flower Guy got, the more grounded you felt.

“Whole.” You murmured to yourself, slipping between your too loosened lips.

“What was that, Petal?” His teeth looked sharp again gleaming behind his lips. It must be a trick of the light dancing on their tips, and the fire water flowing in your veins.

“Nothing. Just thinking about something.” You replied, licking your lips and hoping he wouldn't inquire further.

Your phone buzzed on the table, blessedly giving you reprieve from his eyes.

I’m leaving with Matt. You good?

Your friend had rekindled with her on again off again fling clearly, and while you didn’t begrudge her a good time, you also weren’t sure you were going to sober up in time to be safely home. It was best to call for a car service, because you weren’t sure walking was a great idea in your state either.

“Everything alright?” His voice dragged you out of your thoughts, a finger gently unwrinkling your brow- you hadn’t even known that you had furrowed.

“Yeah. My friend is leaving, so I should probably try to find a way home too. I didn’t come here for me.” Flower Guy started to look concerned, his own brows so beautifully creasing. “I’d rather curl up in bed anyway, dreams are the best part of my day.” Your teeth dug into your bottom lip, realizing the whimsy in your voice was perhaps uncalled for with a new acquaintance.

Inexplicably, it seemed to please him though, his eyes darted to the table top and he covered his smile behind one hand, clearing his throat before smoothing his face into a more neutral position and asking you. “Soulmate dreams, then?”

“Ah.” you frown, unsure how to answer. “I suppose. I can never remember. But I wake up happy. Happier than ever.”

Something indiscernible crosses his face and he smiles again, it’s one of the extra dazzling ones where his cheeks cover his eyes and his nose scrunches. “Oh. I should assist you in getting to your bed then. So you can be happy.”

Your eyebrows shot up in shock. He-What? His hands were already rising in defense, shaking them back and forth as though to push your thoughts away, his face panicked.

“NO! Oh. No. I meant.” His cheeks puffed as he sucked in too much air and scratched the back of his neck. “I meant it in the way where I help you get a driver and make sure you get home safe. From outside. I won’t go in... to your bed. Where you sleep that's. Uh. That’s not what I meant and…” He was cute flustered, cheeks tinging pink and words rushing out on top of each other. You couldn't help but laugh, placing two fingers on his lips to stop the babble.

“I got it. Thank you.”

He nodded, clearly still embarrassed. It didn’t stop his lips from pouting out slightly into the pressure from your fingers, so soft and…

No. Not a safe line of thought. You had to admit that while you had initially found him attractive, every time you saw him it intensified. You were starting to wonder what made him smile. What made him infinitely happier. Was it the person he had gotten the flowers for?

Why were you still touching him??

He didn’t speak more as your fingers dropped from his lips, instead he stared at your hand in your lap and stood, clearing his throat again. Then he took your hand in his own to help you to your feet. It would have been suave, and gone perfectly, had not some very intoxicated patron bumped directly into you and set you off balance as you lifted yourself, so instead you stumbled and fell on Flower Guy fully. He caught you, gripping you in a sheltering way to his toned and warm chest.

When you looked into his eyes to thank him, the room seemed to slow. Nothing made sense for a moment. The entire universe took a moment to stem the tides of time and the only thing you saw was the shine within his gaze. The truth lay there, something about fate.

“Ah! Y/N!”

.....And just like that, the spell was broken, you righted yourself, pushing gently against Flower Guy’s chest to do so.

“Simon.” You nodded in the direction of the interruption.

“Why are you here? You hate going out.. You have always hated going out. It’s part of why we didn’t work.” Simon looked smug and you just wanted to turn and walk away. He didn't deserve your time, after sleeping with other people in clubs because you were ‘no fun’.

Before you could defend yourself, Flower guy smirked, that hardened expression back. Instead, he replied for you. “That’s why we are headed home. If you’ll excuse us.” You weren’t sure how he had so quickly read the vibe, but you were thankful, and now he had rescued you in some way or another, three times within the night.

Simon stood back, fumbling to reply as Flower Guy entwined your fingers and cast you a sultry smile, the type you had yet to see, but very much hoped you’d see more of, because it forced your heart into your throat.. “Let’s go, Petal.” Before leading you out onto the sidewalk.

He hailed a cab and still got inside, but not until assuring you he was only doing it so he could pay and take it to his own home.

You thanked him as you got out in front of your building, and asked him for his name. He only smiled and said. “Next time, Petal. Third time is always a charm.”

You weren't sure why, but as the door to the cab slammed shut before you, you knew your dreams were going to be more... intense this time.

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"You're impossible. Irredeemable. I do not condone it." Kihyun is half serious and his scolding comes with the lightest of taps on your rear, as though punishment for your so called crimes. It doesn’t last though, and as gentle as it was to start with, he runs his hands over the spots he swatted reverently. “It’s naughty. You are in trouble.” His lips pout prettily with the words and you want to be serious but you can’t.

You're laughing, cuddled into his embrace, you don't take offense because his voice has that teasing note that means you're about to be complimented.

"Am I?" You ask with softly pouted lips, gazing up into his eyes through your lashes.

"Yes. You're in a lot of trouble, Petal. You draw others to you like wil o’ whisps to a lost traveler. AND those you draw are of my people, dangerous and seductive. " he is trying to frown, and you can tell worries lie behind his eyes, but he's too full of love for you make to you feel any true shame.

"Seductive? Are you being jealous?" You crave his jealousy. You know what nights it brings you when he is on fire with it. The way it makes his movements less careful and adoring, more desirous and heady.

You love it when he devours your love like the sweetest dessert.

"Jealous? Perhaps. Worried? More than I can say. Impatient for you to come to me? Ardently. I want to steal you away. Scoop you up into my arms and drag you to the veil. When I finally get you, you'd better be ready." Danger sparks in his eyes. The exact type of danger that makes your skin too tight and your fingers itch to wrap around him. You love it when he pushes you to the brink of desire…

"You're a silver tongued seducer on your own. Why would I ever turn to another?" You question, breathless and leaning in to him as a reed sways in the wind.

"You won't." And you know he's right. The words drip off his sweetened silver tongue so full of promises you know he will keep. After all… fae can't lie.

He's laid his soul bare for you so many nights, that games aren't what he wants. There isn't a riddle in the way between you. Just circumstances.

All deception would do is complicate your arrival and his impatience is too overwhelming.

"Because I'm still yours." You remind him, as the fog begins to roll in with the sun, and he nods, bittersweet and determined.

"I’ll make it right." He whispers.

You gasp awake, clutching your heaving chest and wondering why your skin felt alight. You swallowed and gazed at the sun coming up. For some reason, you felt so loved. Someone out there felt things for you that you could hardly fathom. You still couldn’t see a face, but some missing piece clicked now. You felt the emotions. Longing, happiness, affection, impatience. Something was different, this morning.

When you saw fresh sweet peas by your bed again you couldn’t bite back your grin.

It would be a new day

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The line at the cafe was a bit shorter than usual and you considered yourself lucky, hustling inside before your shift at the flower shop. Your apron was hanging out of your jacket pocket and you were very ready for your daily cold brew. The wind wasn’t quite cold enough to bite your fingertips and force you to switch to your winter drink.

The jingle of the bell behind you didn’t catch your attention until you smelled that strange floral freshness that drew you in. Flower Guy, it had to be, no one else could elicit the same response, your heart quickening pace and your fingertips buzzing. Should you turn around and greet him? No isn’t that strange, considering you shouldn’t recognize him by smell??

Stay cool, y/n, stay cool. Instead you go up and order your drink, lightly sweetened and stand off to the side pretending not to see him out of the corner of your eye. Hiding behind your hair as you lift your phone as though you are texting someone. He’s watching you, and biting his bottom lip to hold back a smile. His head tilts to one side and you notice his hair has changed a little. It’s still soft pink, but now it also has an undercut, and the way it’s swooped away from his brow bone has your heartbeat quickening, even without a solid look at him. His eyebrows lift and he seems about to say something to you, but instead goes to the counter to order since the line has moved. You notice him settle in standing beside you as he waits for his drink.

“Petal. I told you there would be a third meeting, didn’t I?” His voice is as honeyed and smooth as ever, and you have to bite back the little noise you so desperately want to make.

Trying to act as though you are surprised it’s him, you look up and smile gently. “Oh. Hello. You also told me that on the third meeting you would tell me your name, didn’t you.”

He does that beautiful, breathtaking smile again, the one that causes creases to form beside his eyes and lights your soul up like the sun.

“I did. And I will. Let’s sit for a minute.” He tilts his head to indicate a nearby table. You check your watch, unsure if you have time to sit before work.

You have never been late before though, and your boss wouldn’t scold you if it wasn’t very late…

You meet his eyes and nod, taking a seat as he slides across from you. “I’m glad I saw you here… I was going to go by the shop soon in fact, because there’s something I needed to talk to you about. I thought it would entice you into coming somewhere with me.”

You want to blurt out that everything about him is enticing, alive, and enchanting but you manage to control it. Instead you laugh a little and look at your hands on the table, where his fingers slowly, and with plenty of time for you to stop him, gently lace in between yours on the table. Your palms don’t meet, and it’s not quite holding hands, but it means something and you can tell.

You don’t want to be conflicted but you are, because those flowers were for some one.

“What about your…” You search for the right word, eyes darting from his fingers to his lips to the fringe that tickles the side of his brow. “Person? The one you got the bouquet for.” You clarify.

He giggles.

Giggles.

“What if I told you that was a ploy to talk to you?” Mischief sparkles in his eyes and he brushes up and down your index finger with his thumb, the tiniest touch is making your chest feel tight and full and you are realizing it is getting harder and harder to deny that this feels what people explain. This feels like soulmates? But it was a slow fall, not that instant dunk into a freezing tank of water, instead, it was like you had been in water that was warm, and it was slowly getting hotter and hotter, and you had barely realized it before it began to boil.

It didn’t fit the descriptions, but it meant something, it had to.

“I would-" but you were cut off by the ringing of his phone. He gave you an apologetic smile and checked it. The frown that crept onto his face told you that it wasn’t good. .

“I have to take this.” He said, but he looked torn and hurt by it.

“It’s an emergency. We’ll catch up next time. Maybe fourth time is the real charm, for us.” You said with a small smile, trying to convince him you were okay with it. He squeezed your hand in his reassuringly before scuffling out of the coffee shop, forgetting his drink on the counter as he did. You got up to grab both drinks and saw a small blue box on the chair he had been in. As you returned to the table to investigate, you saw there was “Petal” written on it in neat handwriting. This was for you?

You picked up the box and put it in your jacket pocket, and hurried out in the direction he had gone, hoping to catch him in the parking lot with the coffee.

The wind was blowing your hair into your face and making it hard to see, but you were rushing too much to care. It took a moment to go through and realize that he was long gone, and you held the two coffees and chewed your lip, trying to figure out what to do.

“Look! A lost flower in the big city.” A deep familiar voice was too close, causing you to jump forward and spin to meet their gaze. I.M Strange, but he seemed to know your Flower Guy.

You greeted him with an uneasy smile. “Oh, hi, did you see… I-I don’t know his name?”

A smile slowly stretched across his face, eyes sparkling with some mischief. “Your darling? I can help you find him. For a price.”

You squint for a moment, something about the situation felt a little.. Off? “What kind of price?”

“Oh don’t worry. It won’t seem like much. But I may have need of a favor from you. No money or tricks. Just a no questions asked favor.” I.M looked more honest but you still felt uncertain. Flower Guy hadn’t seemed to like him so much, unless that was just jealousy… You didn’t have much of a choice, something inside you nagged at you that Flower Guy needed you for something. An inner calling that began beneath your ribs and wrapped into each one like a vine. The constriction was suffocating. You didn’t know why, but you knew you needed to go to him… Was it worth the price?

Deciding that it was better to give a favor to this man than to have something bad happen, you nodded. “Alright. One favor. Within REASON.”

The smile that slid onto his face made you question your decision but you stayed resolute. Something was wrong, and you needed to help.

He extended his hand to you in a deep bow, you scoffed but took it, and he lead you away.

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The greenery around you was lush and vibrant, and the smell in the air was the same as that ozone smell before a storm. You felt uneasy but at home all at once, and it made your skin itch as you drew your arms across your chest in defensive posture.

Coffees long forgotten, the box in your pocket felt heavy for some reason, the air around you grew still. You eyed I.M as he turned around finally, eyes unreadable.

“We approach the faerie ring. Once you get inside, we will have to activate it, and that will get us through the veil.” He was explaining, but it didn’t make sense.

“The what? What are you saying?“ Your head was shaking and your hand instinctively went to your pocket again. The box was.. Vibrating?

He fully tuned to face you, heaving a sigh. “All right I will make this fast and lover boy can flesh out the details when everything is better okay? Let’s start here.” He waved around to indicate the area. “This is a portal. I protect the portal.” He points to the small grassy patch that while untouched with light, is brighter than the rest of the forest floor. It is a perfect circle lined with flowers of exotic beauty and the air around it shimmers a bit in the dim lighting. “Your lover boy and I are both fae. I don’t need to explain that do I?”

“Ah. Maybe? I don’t know. Magic is real?” You squinted in confusion but his face fell to full deadpan in response.

“Soulmates are basically magic, but fae are a stretch? Don’t be silly. Just like. Ground rules. Don’t give anyone your full name. Fake name or partial name only, understood? Also We can’t lie but we are really good at deceiving with words so be careful. The rest is less important. Anyway. Your darling is in there-” He points back to the ring again. “And he is probably in trouble. He gave you something today right?”

You nod. “Well, he was going to but he got a call and left. Which you saw. He dropped it on his way out.” You fish the box out of your pocket. “It’s buzzing. Is this magic?”

I.M looked slightly envious for a moment, tongue darting out before he replied. “Yeah. Open it. Now. You’ll need it.”

“I wanted to ask him about it before I-” You began but when his eyes met yours, steely and serious, you decided to listen. Opening the box gently, you pulled a chord inside. It was silvery but a bit heavier than one would expect for how thin the chain was. It was a necklace of some kind, with a stone hanging from the end pendant style that seemed to be shining with inner light. It was almost opalescent, rainbows sparking inside. When it touched your skin you gasped, and electricity leapt through your body in arcs that should have left you stunned but instead left you gasping and awakened.

The air got even more shimmery, and when you looked at I.M he looked startled, his mouth fell open and he pointed at you while you slowly rolled your shoulders against the thrumming in your veins.

Slowly, your regained your normal footing, realizing things felt different, inside and out. You felt different.

“Sly.” I.M said with a giggle. “You are one of us. Or partially. Guess my favor is even better now.”

“I don’t.” You began before things began to shift and bend around you, almost as though you yourself had a bubble around you refracting light… “I.M, touch me.”

His eyebrows raised, but he did as you asked, lifting his hand only to have it forcefully blasted back as he reached your bubble. Sparks arched from the place he touched, sizzling as though it would burn him if he tried again.

“You absolute… This is great, turn it off so we can go and get him?”

You nodded, concentrating on bringing the bubble in closer to your skin, then pressing itself back into the gem. You didn’t know HOW you knew to, but you knew it was the thing to do.

As you stepped inside the fairy ring, reality itself seemed to shift. You closed your eyes and when you opened them, you were in a forest much thicker, much more foriegn.

The wildlife was exotic, and shimmers danced into your vision.

Flashes of silk and skin kept playing in your head. Ki.. His name bounced on and off the tip of your tongue in the most irritating fashion. But you knew how he tasted, how he felt flush against you. How his lips felt pressed against the crown of your head. You knew he brought you flowers.

You knew he was yours.

But it wasn’t time to revel in memories, so you turned to I.M who was still regarding you carefully. “By now, they’ll have him cornered. Come on.”

You nodded and followed but still called out to ask him who has him and why.

“Usurpers. Your sweetheart is the 1st prince of the Seelie court, and word got out about you. You being human and all. It caused the already more tricky members of court to stage a coup. That’s where we come in. “ He waggled his eyebrows and it occurred to you that he genuinely was a good person, if a little feisty. You liked him more each moment.

“And how do YOU know about this plot?”

His smile was jagged at its edges as he cut through a passage and lead you further along. “Oh. I know people, you know?”

You didn’t know, but there wasn’t time to dig into I.M’s world too deeply when you were still recovering memories as they slid into place on their own.

Laughter in sheets and silvery moonlight, nicknames and promises. Years of it, years of being his without knowing.

You two kept mostly quiet as you slid through the tunnels. The air felt colder, but not quite damp, still, some pressure on your skin akin to humidity, but with more life set you on edge.

I.M motioned for you to come close, and pointed out into the opening ahead.

There was a ring of creatures, shades of blues and purples some with wings and some without, all surrounding Ki-, the man, your man.

Your prince

You corrected. He didn’t look overly concerned, in fact, he almost seemed confident even surrounded as he was. You couldn’t make out the conversation but there were weapons pointed at him, and panic filled your gut.

“What can I do?”

“We’re cloaked best we can be. You’re going to have to get right in the middle of all of that and activate the gem. Do you think you can?”

His laughter soft and happy in your ear, breath bouncing off your skin sending shivers down your spine. The way his fingers traced the sides of your face. Your soulmate, yours all along.

You nodded with firm conviction. You would have to. “I can do whatever I need to.”

I.M smiled back at you, gave your hand a reassuring pat and pointed. “Then go get him.”

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You sucked your breath in and held in on approach. You could hear your heart beating in your ears but you knew there wasn’t a choice. Thinking quickly, you pretended to fall, the noise drawing the attention of the entire group.

Kihyun looked up at you eyes widened, alarmed and upset. His head began to shake and mouth formed an “O”. The panic in his eyes made you feel guilty, but he didn’t know your plan.

“Who is that? Is that her?” A blue skinned creature that stood roughly 6ft tall asked with a graveled voice.

Kihyun’s eyes were steely and angry, he looked ready to make a move and you wished you could calm him. There were too many of them and they were heavily armed. You needed to goad them into getting you closer to him.

“Aren’t we lucky.Now they can watch each other die.” A smaller one with sharp jagged teeth said, chuckling.

“If you even-” Kihyun began before a harsh slap rang out and he fell to the ground. You lunged towards him without thinking, only to be stopped suddenly.

“Please. Let me see him.” You begged, you needed to be sure he was okay.

When a pale fae with purple hair and sharpened claws grabbed your arm you winced, he was dragging you to your feet and into the middle. “You’ll see him. You’ll see him bleed out.”

You were pushed towards where he was getting back to his feet, he stumbled but he caught you in his arms, trying to wrap his body around you and check you for injury.

Electricity traveled inside your veins immediately, and for a moment you were lost in memories, lost in dreams...

Silver moonlight in pink hair. Giggles and secrets and kisses. Hot skin on cool nights and promises made between glistening lips. The feather soft beat of his eyelashes against your cheek as he sings softly to you. The way your heartbeat syncs into his and drags you home. Home is him, and it’s all real. It’s a blur, but then it’s part of you, he’s part of you.

You see him, much younger, much more excited.

“You belong here as much as I do, this power is as much yours as it is mine. You are one of us, even if it’s just a little bit.” His scrunched nose makes you weak with happiness and you feel the air sparkle with your combined magick. That little bit in your veins is enough to feel the words he says are true.

“So I really won’t remember you in the morning? We only just met!” You want to stay in this place with him.

“You won’t. Because I am not human, and neither are you. Or at least not all of the way. We’ll make it work, I’ll find my way to you.”

When you opened your eyes again, Kihyun was panicking, saying something to you, but your ears were still ringing. You smiled reassuringly and touched his face, cupping his cheek with one hand as you squeezed tight to the necklace in your pocket with the other, and the shimmering light enveloped you both.

He was smiling, then, and holding onto you as the fae outside began trying to attack, only to be bounced back by the shield that surrounded you.

“Hi,” you said to him, ignoring the ruckus, “It’s nice to see you again, Kihyun. My Kihyun. My soulmate.”

His eyes were watering and he was laughing, holding your face in both his hands as he realized you had returned to him. “It worked. It worked and you remember don’t you?” He peppered kisses across your forehead and cheeks, with giggles. “This is real! This is real and you’re mine.”

You didn’t think before you acted, only knew that he had to be closer to you. Gripping the back of his neck, you tugged his face closer to yours and tilted your head to press your lips to his. Softly, at first, and then firmly when he breathed into the kiss and tightened his hold, hands pressing into your lower back and pulling you up into him. You swear you had never felt so full and so alive at once, his lips the perfect blend of soft and harsh. This was the kind of kiss people wrote songs about, the kind of fairy tail nonsense that was fed to you as a child. But here, in his arms, there didn’t seem to be a single thing in the world more magical than the press of his lips desperate to know you as well in reality as they had in dreams.

You eventually pulled back, albeit unwillingly, your foreheads joined as you both caught your breath.

He glanced up, reluctant to look away but knowing the threat was still present. You followed his gaze when a huge smile lit his face.

“You didn’t have to wait so long to help out, but you always did have a flair for the dramatic.” He’s speaking to a smaller man outside the bubble, silver hair and a sneaky smile. He’s handsome too, with round eyes that tilt up at the ends.

“We had a plan. You should trust us more.” He insists as I.M joins at his side, there’s others in hoods and robes also all around, apprehending the group

I.M looks slyer than ever, “You still owe me, highness.”

“I’m not-” you begin, only to be cut off by Byeongkwan who is smirking and Kihyun.

“You will be, pleasure to meet you, sister in law.” He winks at you and turns to make a hand sign at the group around him. “We’ll take care of this. You guys head back.”

You slowly let go of the jewel in your pocket, retracting the shimmering light. Kihyun refuses to let you go, clutching onto your hand and lacing your fingers.

You walk off knowing that things will be okay, that whatever is next, together you’d figure it out.

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The sheets are silken. The bedside table is silver. The room has a skylight.

You smell life and flowers and Kihyun and the scent of your skin combined.

There’s no fog to usher you back into the day, there is nothing rushing you away from this dream.

You snuggle deeper into his hold, he murmurs in his sleep from you shifting, eyes fluttering open to regard you blearily.

“Hello Princess.” His voice is lower and thick with sleep, you’re nearly overwhelmed with love,the way your skin tingles and your breath quickens at his touch.

“Hello, Prince.” You respond as his lips brush yours lovingly, starting soft and deepening as you tightened your grip.

His fingers danced along the skin of your collar bone, drifting down your arms to stroke your skin lovingly. The heat between you was always present, but as he grunted into the kiss and rolled you onto your back, teeth glistening in the dark, you knew that this was going to be a longer night. And you had all night...

This time, you weren’t lost in a dream, you were lost in him, and that was perfectly alright....

#fae! kihyun #fae! kihyun oneshot #monsta x #monsta x fanfic #monsta x fic #kihyun x reader #yoo kihyun #i have been working on this for like over a month i am so sorry but i wanted to get it right why is it almost 10k I am shocked #this had me in my feels #monsta x fluff #monsta x x reader #yoo kihyun x reader #yoo kihyun x you

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choking-on-tae · 5 years

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Monsta x Reaction To: Walking out in the snow

Anon asked: “Could i request a fluff scenario/reaction with monsta x please 😊 sth about finally coming home after walking out in the snow for a while and you feel like youre frozen. Thankyouuu

author’s note: Since there’s still snow here it’s not hard to get inspiration for this request. Thank you for sending it in love. I hope you’ll like it. x

Shownu/Hyunwoo:

This lovely guy quite liked the snow actually. Sure it was cold but snow isn’t something that’s there all year round so Hyunwoo decided to make the most out of it and have snow fights with you. What started off as a small walk around the block quickly turned into a full blown snowball fight. It all started when a little kid from the neighbors accidentally hit you. Soon after that you two were involved in it as well. Neither of you could stop laughing as your hands were freezing from the cold snow. Hyunwoo’s face got all red as he tried to stop laughing but simply couldn’t because you were completely covered in snow. Needless to say the two of you went inside rather quickly and took a nice hot shower before chilling on the couch underneath a warm blanket with some warm chocolate milk.

“Honestly, winter days like these are the best.”

Wonho/Hoseok:

Hoseok strikes me as someone who likes physical activities a lot. (Don’t mean that in a sexual way but of course it’s Hoseok we’re talking about here so he’d probably like that too) Anyways let’s not go down that rabbit hole. So Hoseok likes to be active and he seems as someone who likes the snow a lot so obviously he’d want to go for a walk outside. Unlike with Hyunwoo, I think that he might throw a couple of snow balls at you and I don’t think he’d actually start a full blown snow ball fight. I think he’d prefer to just walk around and take in the beautiful sceneries. After all you don’t see snow every single day. You’d spend quite a while outside as well so when you finally got back a hot shower was more than welcome. Hoseok chuckled when he saw your red nose and red cheeks and leaned in to press a kiss against the tip of it.

“Lets take a hot shower, yeah? I think that’d be pretty nice right now.”

Kihyun:

Now Kihyun has different sides so this is a bit difficult. I could see him just acting like a little kid because he’s so excited about the snow, but I could also see him acting quite mature and just wanting to walk around and look at everything covered in a thick layer of snow. So he’d be either of those two. When he’s feeling playful he’ll grab some snow from and throw it down your neck, making you scream as he threw his head back in laughter.

“Yoo Kihyun you’re so dead!”

You screamed at the top of your lungs as you quickly gathered some snow and ran after him. Soon it was Kihyun who was the one screaming.

Minhyuk:

Okay so Minhyuk is a little kid, lets be real here. He’d be just like Kihyun and throw snow down your neck and shirt. Of course you couldn’t let him get away with this and in return you pushed him so he fell down in a thick pile of snow, giggling as snow was everywhere. His hair was covered, his face, his coat. Minhyuk frowned at you before bursting out in laughter. Even he couldn’t deny how funny he must have looked, covered from head to toe in snow. It were times like this that you cherished the most. Those little domestic moments with Minhyuk that you didn’t have a lot of because of his busy job. So you appreciated them even more when they did happen.

Hyungwon:

Hyungwon didn’t really want to go outside at first. It was pretty damn cold outside and he was very comfortable underneath his blanket. He took a lot of convincing to go outside but when he finally did he was glad that he went. It’s one thing to see snow from outside your window but it’s a whole n’other experience to actually be walking around in it. Of course people moved some of it so cars could drive somewhat normally, but there was still plenty of it on the sidewalks. Hyungwon couldn’t help but smile when he saw two little kids engaging in a snow ball fight. He chuckled as he held your hand tightly, taking a quick look at you before turning back to look at the little kids. You always knew he loved kids but you never realized how much until this moment. You’d have a very serious conversation about it once you were back inside.

“Maybe we can have some of our own soon? What do you think Y/N?”

Jooheon:

I could see Jooheon as someone who just LOVES the snow. Just imagine his bright smile when he hits you with a snow ball. He’d hide his face behind his hands as he laughed at your reaction. Plus he didn’t want to get his by you. Unfortunately for him you didn’t plan on letting him get away with it and you quickly gathered some snow before running after him. Jooheon let out a scream before begging you not to hit him and telling you how sorry he was for throwing a snow ball at you. You decided to have some mercy on him and threw it at the top of his head so only his hair would get wet and not his face. Jooheon chuckled when he felt the melting snow drip down his forehead as he used his glove to wipe it away.

“This really is a lot of fun, isn’t it Y/N?”

I.M/Changkyun:

I honestly think Changkyun would be pretty serious while walking during the snow. I don’t think he’d want to get into a snow ball fight or play in the snow in general. I think he’d just want to walk around and look at the beautiful scenery. Changkyun is a pretty mature person and can be a child at times, but I think he would prefer walking around with you. You held onto his arm as you two skipped through the snow. There weren’t that many people out since most were either at work or school so it was nice and quiet in the neighborhood. Which was what you and Changkyun preferred. The peace and quiet. He let out a satisfied sigh as he turned to look at you.

“Thank you for coming with me, I really like spending time with just you Y/N.”

#monsta x #monsta x fluff #monsta x reactions #kihyun #minhyuk #shownu #hyunwoo #wonho #hoseok #hyungwon #jooheon #changkyun #i.m #im #fluff #kpop fluff #monsta x scenarios

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joonieflower · 5 years

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BURNS - Chapter 3

( Chapter 1 / Chapter 2)

pairing :yoongi x reader, namjoon x reader

genre: smut, angst, fluff

word count: 6.165

Namjoon made a mistake. Yoongi is struggling with his feelings - feelings he has for more than one person. You? You’re confused, caught in the middle of it all.

(this fic is a sequel to my Playboy!Namjoon fic, but can be read as a separate work!)

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Two weeks pass. You don’t think is possible to miss someone as much as you do now.

Somi looks at you worryingly from the other side of the couch. She knows what happened, of course. How could you not tell her after she saw you crying? The poor girl had listened to you in between sobs, had tried to help.

“You need a distraction, unnie. I can’t stand seeing you so down.”

You smile at her. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me, Somi.” she snorts at you. “What? “

“The fact that I need to come here and water your plants tell me a lot about how well you’re feeling.“ She gives you this analytical look like she’s seeing through you before she continues saying, “There’s a party, tonight. Kihyun is throwing it, you should come.”

Your brow furrows. “How do you even know Kihyun?”

She gives you a long eye roll, looking exactly like the little brat that she is. “ I know everybody. Come with me, meet new people. There’s gonna be cute guys there. Please?”

She makes her best puppy eyes at you, one of your only weaknesses. You give her a long sigh. “Fine, but I’m not staying long. Also, I know you are only inviting me so your parents let you go.”

Somi beams at you. “I mean, you’re not wrong. But I also want you to take your mind off of it. “

You reach over so you can pet her head. “Yeah, yeah. Tell me what time I should pick you up.”

You look around, having lost your groups maknae in the crowd. The party is loud, and there are way too many people in here, but Kihyun was nice to you when you went to greet him so you didn’t mind as much as you thought you would, feeling somewhat grateful for the young atmosphere full of others who were also trying to forget about their real problems.

You are having fun, to a certain extent. The music is nice, and the drink in your hand is helping you relieve some of your stress. You’re feeling…okay. Somi was actually right. It was nice to go out a little and distract yourself.

“Hey.” a voice says to your right, making you startle. Sehun gives you a big smile, eyes crinkling with mirth. “I didn’t know you would come. Are you here alone? “

You give him a little shrug, feeling internally grateful for the new company. “Somi is being her sociable self, but I came with her. Have you seen how the pictures turned out? My manager sent it to me this week.”

He nods, reaching at the counter next to you so he can mix some more alcohol into his red cup. “Yeah, we look great. Where’s your boyfriend?” You look down at your cup, shrugging. Sehun’s brow furrows with worry. “What did he do?”

You try to laugh it off. “Don’t sweat it, Sehun-ah. We’re just…”

You look up again. Your breath gets caught in your throat. Yoongi is staring straight at you, Hoseok talking excitingly to Kihyun besides him. And is not just namjoon that you miss, but him as well.

You miss Yoongi so much it’s like a punch to the stomach to see him standing there. You had spent so much time with him in the last months he had become a part of your daily life. And now… you were reminded of Namjoons text, telling you how Yoongi was secluding himself, not leaving his studio, not taking care of himself.

He didn’t look so good, he looked like he hadn’t been sleeping well, not with his deep dark circles. Even so, his sharp eyes were trained on you, darting from you to Sehun and squinting, trying to make sense of what was going on.

Sehun hand comes to your arm, making you look at him again. “I’m sorry, what?”

He looks back, finally noticing Yoongi, who very reluctantly turns to talk to the party host. He gives you a knowing look. “I asked if you want to go somewhere quieter. You look like you could use some privacy.”

You nod, thankful. You two had really come a long way since you had decided to forgive him, now you could even call him a friend again. Filming the web drama was fun, and now you could say he had quickly returned to his position as one of your closest friends.

After refilling your cup you let him guide you to one of the bathrooms, his hand on the small of your back feeling comforting as he does so.

You lean against the sink, taking a deep breath. “Thank you.”

His fingers gently wipe away a tear from your cheek. He gives you this soft look, reminding you of the way he looked at you when you two were still together. “Do you want me to hit him? I think I could win in a fight. You know I fight dirty.”

That manages to get a laugh out of you. You shake your head, smiling at the dark haired man in front of you, this big dork with a serious face. “I know you do.” You bite your bottom lip, meeting his eyes. “Sehun, as someone who dated me before… Do you think I forgive people too easily?”

“Definitely,” he says, without missing a beat. He looks guilty again, making you feel bad for him. He still carried all this guilt on his shoulders of having broken up with you in that terrible manner, even if you yourself had already forgiven him. “You have a heart that’s too good for anybody. I don’t think that’s a bad thing,”

“Namjoon slept with someone else.” You blurt wincing after, not meaning for you to sound so desperate. “I forgave him already, but I don’t know what I should do now.”

“Who?” He asks, jaw set. He looks furious, and you are reminded of how protective he always was of you, even before you two dated.

“Is that important?” he takes a deep breath. “Someone close to me. I’m not mad with neither of them, I kinda get it to be honest? They were drunk, they have a past. He seemed sorry.”

“That’s not a fucking excuse, Y/N. I was a jerk to you, yes, but I never cheated on you. I never took you for granted” He fumes, eyes hard. He looks at you, gaze level with yours. “If I see him, I’m gonna sock him in the neck.”

Someone knocks hard at the door. “Just a second!” You look at your ex-boyfriend, shaking your head. “That’s not gonna solve anything. Let’s go, I need another drink.”

When Sehun opens the door for you a very familiar face is waiting on the other side. He ignores Sehun completely, eyes focusing on you. “Can we talk?”

Sehun holds your hand, blocking you from Yoongi’s view.”She’s busy.”

You let Sehun pull you towards the bar again as you swallow the lump in your throat and fight the need to turn back.to.check on the older boy. He hands you a drink. “Let’s forget everything tonight, what do you say?”

You look back, Yoongi is on his phone, texting someone. You give Sehun a fake smile. “Sounds good.”

He knows you well enough to notice you’re drunk. Your pink cheeks and glossy eyes give you away. When the taller boy move even closer, fingers trailing you jawline tilting your head up so he can see your lips, Yoongi finally moves.

He doesn’t really have a recollection of pushing Sehun away. He just does, making the boy stumble back

“What the hell?”

He ignores Sehun. “Do you really wanna do this? You’ll regret it.”

You huff, annoyed and clearly inebriated. Your speech is slurred. You face him eye to eye, your heels giving you the needed height to be able to match his gaze. “Am I not allowed? Namjoon is the only one who can do this?”

Sehun tried to pull you away from Yoongi, hand circling around your arm. He pushes the boy again, stronger this time so he can get the message across.”Beat it, pretty boy, before you annoy me for real.”

“Y/N?” Sehun asks, eyes searching yours. It makes Yoongi less angry, seeing genuine concern in the boy’s eyes.

You run a hand through your hair, biting your lower lip before sighing. “I’m fine, go back to the party Sehunie. I’ll text you later, I’m going home.”

He nods, giving Yoongi a wary look before disappearing at the end of the hallway. You turn around, getting inside the first room you see. Yoongi reaches from behind you, hand catching yours making you stop and look at him. He knows he doesn’t have any right to be nagging you but…

“You think you’ll feel better if you do the same? You won’t, believe me.”

You free your hand from his. The look of hurt in your eyes is so raw it makes Yoongi’s gut twitch. “Leave me the fuck alone oppa. Is Namjoon the only one allowed to hurt me?

“You want to hurt him too? By kissing your ex? Fine.” He takes the cup from your hand, finishing it in a single gulp.

You don’t really have a lot of time to process what he’s doing when he reaches behind your neck, your head is too fuzzy from all the alcohol you had.

His long fingers tangled in your hair, short nails lightly scraping your skin when his other hand grabs your waist. It shouldn’t feel nice, it shouldn’t send a shiver down your spine, but it does. Then, his lips are on yours.

It takes you a second to realize you’re kissing him back, tongue tangling with his, pressing yourself against him, hands fisting his shirt to bring him closer. His lips are surprisingly soft even as he kisses you hard, trying to get his point across. His tongue fighting for dominance, fighting to make you see how ridiculous you were being. He tastes like the drink he just gulped down, bitter but still sweet underneath, like nicotine and just. Just like him.

You pull back at the same time he does, scared by how you responded to it. Your fingers touch your lips, eyes open wide in shock as you look at the older boy in front of you. This close, you can see each one of his eyelashes, the barely visible freckles on the bridge of his nose.

Yoongi looks as stunned as you. “Fuck,” he says slowly, voice hoarse. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t…I’m sorry.”

“We’re drunk.” You shake your head, trying to sober up by pure willpower. “We’re both not thinking straight. I shouldn’t…you were right. It doesn’t make me feel any better. Just confused. Why did you-”

“Let’s pretend this never happened.”

The door slams open. Hoseok looks at the both of you frowning before turning back to yoongi. “ Hi, Y/N.Hyung I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“I’m going home.” You say to no one in particular, giving Hoseok a small smile before turning back to an apprehensive looking Yoongi. “It’s okay, oppa. I’ll still go see you tomorrow so we can finish the song. Bye, Hobi.”

You’re gone before he can even answer. Now alone, he turns back to the black-haired rapper. “Hyung, why do you like hurting yourself like this?”

He takes a hand through his hair, heaving a deep sigh. “Leave me alone, Hoseok-ah.”

You’re in the cab when you call him. “Joon, Can you come home?”

His voice sounds groggy like he had just woke up. You can almost see the lines from the bedsheets on his cheeks as he reaches for his glasses. “Angel? Is something wrong?”

“I miss you,” you answer, resting your head against the car window. The city rushes by you in blurry lines. You’re so tired you can barely keep your head up, so you rest it on the cold window “I- forget it, I know it’s late and-”

“Baby,” his voice is soft, careful.”I’ll be there in half an hour.”

He does just that. You’re lying down on your bed, too tired to take your makeup off when you hear the little beeping sound of the door.

You’re on your feet the second you see him, arms circling around his neck as you hug him, inhaling his scent. “I forgive you.”

“Angel,” his voice still sounds gruff, but he hugs you back, burying his nose in your hair. “Are you sure?”

You nod, finally stepping back. You take a deep breath “I went to a party today, Yoongi was there.”

He nods, showing you he’s paying attention. He sits down, pulling you with him and sitting you on his lap. It’s so comforting, having him wrapping his long arms around you, him understanding that this was what you needed the most.

“Sehun was there. We were drinking together, and I was feeling hurt, so when he made a pass at me I let him. I was drunk.”

He takes a second before taking a deep breath and nodding. “Did it have to be Sehun, though?”

You shake your head, holding his hand in-between yours. “Nothing happened between me and him. Yoongi was there, he almost punched Sehun.”

“Yoongi?” Namjoon sounds alarmed.

You bite your lips.”We argued. He called me out for trying to get back at you by doing the same thing. He was also drinking. He ..” you stop, that wasn’t the complete truth, was it? He wasn’t the only one in the kiss. “we kissed. He was trying to prove his point.”

Namjoon looks stunned for a moment. “That’s not like him.” he shakes his head, hugging you close. “It’s okay, baby. Don’t feel bad, I don’t mind.”

“You don’t?” you ask, looking up at him again. He looks flushed. “But you’re so possessive about me. “

He shrugs. “I trust Yoongi. He would never do anything to hurt you, he has such a soft spot for you. Let’s get you to bed now, it’s late.”

You whine when he sets you back on the bed, leaving you to go to your bathroom. He’s wearing joggers and a t-shirt, clearly having put on the first thing he saw. He comes back with your makeup remover, carefully dragging the tissues against your skin.

God, you loved him so much. Could anyone really blame you for forgiving everything he did, when he looks at you with so much love like this?

****

You reach forward, hand stopping inches away from the button. Shaking your head, you press it. The bag of food feels hot even held away from you.

Yoongi answers the door after what seemed like an absurd amount of time. He looked….bad. His dark circles made him look like a little panda bear, and him grimacing because of the bright lights wasn’t any better.

“Please tell me you didn’t sleep in here.” He averts his eyes, stepping aside so you can come in. you sigh. That’s all the confirmation you need. “You promised me you wouldn’t.”

“I wanted to work on some tunes,” he says, sitting down on the leather couch. “What are our doing here? I heard you and Namjoon made up.”

You sit next to him, placing the food in front of him before you can even reach for the chopsticks he’s already breaking one pair apart and giving it to you. You’re so used to taking care of others, it makes you feel so warm inside whenever he does this silent caring thing of his. People might think Yoongi doesn’t really care about other people but he does, so much. All his little actions show it.

“I said I would come to visit you. I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

He chews for a long time before swallowing and raising his head again, eyes on your, searching. “I’m the one who should be asking this. Stop putting others before yourself for a minute here, petal. Are you sure you’re ok in forgiving me and Namjoon?”

You straighten your back, ignoring the fuzzy feelings the new nickname made you feel. “I’m…I’m not. Putting others before me. And I’m ok. I talked to Joon all night about this. Didn’t he tell you?”

Yoongi shakes his head, looking a little ashamed. “We’re not really talking.”

You stop yourself from pointing out whose fault that was.

“I’m…I’m ok if you two want to… you know…to be together again. It doesn’t bother me that you two slept together, to be honest. I don’t like lies, that’s all I ask. For both of you to tell me when it happens.”

“What?” Yoongi puts down his food. ” You’re fine with your boyfriend sleeping with another man?”

You try to hide your laugh. “That’s homophobic”

He gives you a very unimpressed look.”I’m the bi-est person in the world. You know what I meant. Are you okay with him cheating on you?”

You sigh, following his lead and putting your food down as well. You look at him, one of your closest friends. Yoongi had seen you cry before even Namjoon did when you came here to record your first collab. Things were so tense between your group, Somi was almost leaving and management kept giving you schedule after schedule, telling you to lose weight in a short amount of time. You were so tense that at the first correction he gave you - he wasn’t mean or anything, Yoongi had never been less than sweet to you-you had started bawling, sitting down on the floor and simply crying all your frustrations out. He didn’t ask questions first, as one would do. He just got up from his chair immediately and hugged you, waiting for you to calm down before offering to hear about what was afflicting you.

“It’s not cheating if I trust you both. I trust Namjoons feelings about me enough for us to try this open relationship.” you smile at him, taking one of his hands and squeezing it in between yours. He had these long fingers, pale and knobby. Pianist’s hands. Just like Namjoons hands, they were so much bigger than yours. “ I’m not putting anyone before me, oppa. If anything, I’m being selfish. I can’t bear the thought of not having both of you in my life. I missed you.”

His fingers are calloused when he caresses your hand back. He looks like he wants to say more like he wants to keep protesting. “The three of us should discuss this later,” he says instead, getting up and passing you the headphones so you can start recording. He tucks one stray strand of hair behind your ear. “I missed you too. I’m sorry about yesterday.”

You accept the headphones, getting up and moving closer to the monitor, his edited lyrics already being shown across the screen. “I didn’t mind it, you’re a good kisser. Should I sing it in the same tone I did last time?”

Yoongi can only nod for fear of stuttering as he sets the music and mic up for you. You have this little smirk gracing your lips as you began singing like you knew the effect you had caused on the older man. Yoongi, once again, wondered why the hell Namjoon called you an angel when you were clearly a fucking menace.

***

Namjoon tries not to give a sigh at you sending him a message, letting him know you were going out with Sehun to grab something to eat after the end of the shooting.

He’s not a jealous guy. He just…. well, he just doesn’t trust Sehun for a second. He saw all the fan articles about how everybody suspected you two were in love, seen all the photos that were used of evidence, all of them with the man looking longingly at you.

He wouldn’t even blame you. Sehun was handsome. You both were the visuals of your groups. You had dated before. objectively, Sehun was a better match for you than he was.

He was….just him. Awkward, never considered anything near the most handsome of the group, always finding a way of hurting you by not knowing how to deal with his feelings.

“Stop moping,” Yoongi says, voice muffled by his pillow. “I’m not letting you get mad at her for going out with Sehun when you just finished fucking me yourself, Namjoon. She can have friends. You both agreed to be open, you’re not the only one allowed of doing this.

Namjoon huffs at the older man lying beside him. Yoongi had his eyes closed, cheeks still red, his dark hair matted against his forehead with sweat. He looked pretty, like this. Vulnerable. Namjoon is so incredibly found

“You’re so defensive of her, hyung. One would think she’s the one who’s been by your side for 8 years.”

Yoongi gives him an unimpressed look, rolling around and getting his shirt from. the ground, pulling it over his head. “She’s already being nicer than she should about this. I know how possessive you can get, and she doesn’t deserve this kind of shit from you after hurting her. I still think she’s too forgiving for her own good“

Now Namjoon let out the sigh he was holding. Yoongi, as he tended to always be, was right. But even so, it was pretty hard not to be jealous when every corner of Seoul and every other tv commercial had you two, acting like a couple in love for one of the biggest shopping malls in all Korea.

After the first of you two did together, it was pretty clear the public loved you two. The cosmetics brand had re-signed both of you for one more round of ads, and both of you had received an offer from Lotte to act in a short web drama to boost their sales.

He knows Yoongi is right. You had been so understanding, so gracious about him and Yoongi. You’re the one who had suggested this open relationship. You had thought this through, you told him, and that was the only way you had come up for the both of you to still be together. You wanted him to be happy, regardless of who it was with.

And Namjoon had agreed. How could he not, when you were offering the thing he wanted most - to be able to love both of you.

He wraps his arms around Yoongi, pulling him close, head resting against his shoulder. “I miss her. She’s been so busy this week, I barely spoke to her.”

He could almost see the black haired man rolling his eyes at the younger whining. He hums in agreement, combing Namjoons hair with his fingers. “Me too, but I saw her yesterday. She wanted to see you but you were in a meeting with Bang PD-nim”

“She’s too good for me, hyung,” Namjoon says quietly. “She told me…. she told me people aren’t supposed to deserve each other, that we just take why people give us. It made me so sad. I should give her more. She deserves more.”

“It’s her choice, Joon.” Yoongi answers, knowing how the younger got insecure, these kinds of self-deprecating thoughts creeping inside his mind. “You two are good together. You have this… this emotional connection. She’s with you because she wants to because she loves you.”

Namjoon phone chimes again, warning you of the new photo you posted on your Instagram. He reaches over, opens his private Instagram and like the picture of you and Sehun making faces at the camera.

“We could stop this, you know. You two could be strictly exclusive again.”

“I…. it’s not about the sex hyung. She knows I love you, too. It wouldn’t matter to her if we stopped or not, the sex isn’t what she cares about.”

Yoongi remains silent.

********

Namjoon is waiting for you at your apartment the other day, comfortably lying on your sofa as he watches a Friends rerun on your TV. You take off your shoes, hang your coat and finally throw yourself over him, kissing his lips.

“Missed you. I’m so glad we’re done with filming. How’s Yoongi? He told me he was going to come here later to help me set up my new desk. If he’s busy he shouldn’t trouble himself, though. Sehun told me he’d help me too If I needed.”

You can visibly see Namjoon trying to swallow what he wants to say. Instead of whatever it was, he kisses you, slowly, thoroughly. You sigh against his lips. God, you had gone three days without seeing him and you had missed him so much.

“Hyung was sleeping at home, so I don’t think he’s busy today. I’ll text him reminding him to come.”

“Thank you,” You say, smiling at him. Nuzzling his neck with the tip of your nose, you kiss the spot right after. “I miss him, too. We can order pizza and eat it together.”

Namjoon hums, arms holding you even closer. He closes his eyes, giving up whatever battle of wits his mind was having against himself. “Are you and Sehun close again?”

You cock your head to the side, giving him a puzzled look. “We’re friends.”

“We were also just friends, remember?”

You back away from him the moment you realize what he’s implying, a look of hurt flashes across your face. He looks like he regretted saying it the second the words left his mouth.

“What the fuck, Namjoon. I’m not fucking Sehun.” You run a hand through your hair, getting up. “I was working, not fucking my ex, you’re the one who does that in this relationship.”

Namjoon gets up, looking guilty, and hurt.

“I’m sorry, angel.” he shakes his head, pressing his hands against his eyes. “I’m just being jealous. I keep wondering if he’s trying to make a move at you again.”

You feel so tired, you had such a long day of recording, so little sleep. “I would tell you if he was. We discussed this, Joon. You know I would tell you.“

“I’m sorry,” he says again, looking at you pleadingly. “I love you, I was just… I’m just stupid. “

You take a deep breath. You two were not going to have a fight over something like this, you tell yourself. You need to cool your head before saying anything else, you know it’s just his insecurity about Sehun being voiced.

“I’m tired, I don’t want to fight,” You say, walking towards your bathroom. “I’m gonna take a shower.”

You’re halfway through your shower when he gets in too, arms circling your waist as he presses himself against you, rapidly getting water all over himself. He kisses the back of your neck, softly, like he’s afraid your going to tell him to stop.

“Is this okay?” he asks, tone careful. “Or would rather I didn’t touch you right now?”

You sigh, relaxing in his arms. “You can touch me always, oppa. I’m not mad. it’s okay.”

"I’m sorry I get so insecure. I’ll try to work on it, angel.”

This reminds you of why you fell for him. Namjoon always apologized, never embarrassed to admit he was in the wrong. You let him wash you, his hands carefully lathering you with your body wash, focusing on all the parts he knows your sensitive, hands massaging your shoulder, releasing your tension.

You do the same to him, not ignoring how he’s half-hard from just that. You wrap your arms around his neck, pressing yourself against him. “Don’t be jealous of him, Joon. He never made me feel like I feel about you. I never loved him, not like I love you.”

“How do you do it? How are you not jealous of me and hyung?”

You shrug, kissing the corner of his mouth. “For one, I trust Yoongi with my life. I love him, and I know he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. I also trust you. “

He presses himself harder against you, making you shiver with not so innocent thoughts. “Doesn’t it bother you, me sleeping with him?”

You can clearly see the image of the two of them together in your mind, backs arching ad gasps leaving the older boy pouty mouth. You swallow around nothing.

It’s the first time you actually blush in a long time. “No, it doesn’t. Sounds kinda hot, to be honest. I know how you are in bed.” You give him a little smile, turning the shower off. His hands are trailing down your back, to the top of your butt, and then sliding around your waist again. It makes your mouth dry, the way he’s looking at you.“He’s gonna be here any minute, Joon. We can’t.”

His golden skin is absolutely beautiful with droplets of water reflecting the bathroom lights. His gray hair looks almost black when it’s damp like this. He reaches for the hook outside of the shower, snatching your tower and wrapping it around you.

He kisses your nose, dimples showing as he smiles at you, his hands busy trying to dry himself. “You sure you don’t want me to fuck you against the tiles, baby? I texted him the code to the door, he can get in by himself.”

Oh, fuck it. “Bed, not here.“

You don’t have to say it twice. He leads you to your room, lips pressing against your neck, relentlessly sucking on it. Swiftly depositing you in your bed, he accommodates himself better, your legs wrapping around his hips bringing you two closer. Namjoon was always so warm against your usually cold skin.

You bite back a moan as he slides inside of you. He angles his hip the way he knows to make you have a hard time keeping quiet.

His rhythm is relentless, your hands close around the sheets in fists, trying to bring you back to earth. “Joon,” you whine, head thrown back as you try not to lose your mind, “He’s gonna be here soon…”

“He can wait. You want to come, right, baby girl?

His mouth is on your neck, sucking what you know will be a bruise later. How can he even manage to get you so worked up like this in so little time is beyond you. “Please, oppa.”

He kisses you, sliding off of you and lying on his back beside you. You let out a ridiculously high pitched whine at the loss of him. “Ride me then, baby.”

You don’t wast another second, settling I’ve him, straddling him. You reach down, lining him against your entrance. You lower your hips, gasping at the feeling of him inside of you, so much deeper like this, making you feel amazingly full.

You begin moving, fast, not wasting a second. His hands are possessive against your hips, bringing you down harder, squeezing your ass. God, his hands on your bare skin makes you feel things even more intensely.

It doesn’t take long for you to throw your head back, letting out a long moan as you come. That’s all he needs to start thrusting his hips up, fucking you from under you as he brings you down to meet him, hard.

He slides out of you when he comes, messing your bedsheets but you can’t make yourself care right now, too busy trying not to combust. You’re still catching your breath when your phone starts ringing. In the living room.

You sigh, getting up and pulling one of Namjoons shirts over your head for a sense of decency. The owner fo the shirts protests from the bed, trying to pull you back to him. You lean down, kissing him again. “Need to get it, love. My manager said he would call me to confirm my break.”

He pouts like he’s not a 24 years old adult. “He can leave a message. Let’s cuddle, I missed you.”

“I’ll be quick.” You promise with another peck to his lips. Reluctant, he lets you go. You smile at him, this whole ass looking moody about being left alone for five seconds. “Why don’t you clean your mess while I go?”

He rolls his eyes. “You’re the one who caused it.” But he’s already getting up to do so.

You walk to the living room, looking around for your phone. It’s nowhere in sight. You try searching in between the couch cushions to no avail.

“Here.” A voice says from the kitchen entrance.

You almost jump out of your skin, hand coming to your heart to protect you from a heart attack.

Yoongi smiles at you with mirth, clearly having found it extremely funny to almost kill you. You walk over to him, getting your phone while giving him a look of false hurt. “Thanks.” You get in your tiptoes to kiss his cheek in greeting, one of his hands come to the small of your back to support you so you don’t lose balance, his mischievous expressions changes to something soft, one he reserves only for you and Namjoon. “When did you get here, oppa?”

He smiles again. “Maybe ten minutes ago. You both seemed…busy. So I let myself in.”

A blush creeps over your cheeks. He definitely heard you two.

“Sorry “

The older boy shakes his head. “Don’t act like I never heard you two before, petal. Did you two talk? He was feeling jealous of Sehun yesterday, threw a whole self-pity party.”

You avert your eyes. You hated knowing Namjoon felt insecure about you. “Something like that. He kinda blew up on me about it.” You sigh. “He knows I love him, I wish he wouldn’t feel like this.”

“You two need to communicate better.” He shakes his head. “ Come on, let’s set up your desk.”

You lead him to the room you use as your "office”. The big Ikea box sits right in the middle of it, looking dangerous to you. He sits on the floor, hands moving fast to undo the box and pull out the instructions.

You sit in front of him, watching him. His hair is too long, it keeps falling in front of his eyes every two seconds as he lowers his head to read the paper. You smile, resting your chin on your knees.

“What?” He asks without looking up.

“You’re cute, oppa.”

He flushes, looking like a mixture of resignation and horrified. “I’m not.” He sputters, ”what would namjoon say about you calling me cute huh? Go wake that egg head, I’m gonna rat you out to him.”

You give him a knowing look. “Namjoon also thinks you’re cute.”

He rolls his eyes. After a second he shrugs, accepting it nonchalantly. “Are you gonna help me or what? Pass me the screwdriver, will you?”

You chuckle, doing what he tells you to.

It was nice, this. Being close to yoongi, joking around. Maybe a month had passed since you had told namjoon he could still see the older boy, and you haven’t regretted it. You trusted yoongi. That’s why it was hard to understand Namjoons insecurity, as you have never felt it about them both. But well, Namjoon never liked Sehun. You and Yoongi have become close at an alarming rate if what their members said was true.

God, Jackson gave you so much shit when you told him about this decision of yours of being in an open relationship with Namjoon. And you couldn’t really blame him, not when he was the one who had to deal with you when you were broken-hearted and a mess.

But this… this was different. You loved namjoon, you wanted him to be happy. and if the way for him to be happy was to also love yoongi at the same time you saw no problem.

You had even walked on them making out once. You didn’t feel betrayed, or anything like that. After the initial shock, you had felt…. flustered. Which wasn’t all that confusing? They both were very attractive. You were dating one of them. It was okay to think they were hot together, right?

This was right. You were happy even with all the difficulties, and hopefully, both of them were happy too.

“Oppa.” You interrupt yoongi mid-rant about something he saw on Twitter. “You’re happy, right? Joon makes you happy?”

He’s quiet for a couple of seconds before finally nodding. “Yeah, petal. You and Joon, you both make me happy.”

You reach for his hand, intertwining your fingers. “Good. The both of you make me happy too.”

“Same here.” Namjoon rough voices come from the door. He has this soft look on his face as he watches both of you together. “Thanks to the both of you, this is the happiest I’ve ever been.”

You smile, feeling warm inside. You loved this when the three of you were together. You and namjoon completed each other, you always knew this. But with yoongi, it also felt like this. Like all the missing pieces came together, finally.

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a/n: Well this took a while……….. also it’s a mess lol anyways let me know whatyou thin!!!

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Sangria Rush

Pairing: Wonho x Reader

Genre: Angst and SMUT

Word Count: 3,051

Aquamarine | Sangria Rush

The Alligator club was as busy as always, the line to get in was wrapped around the block and in the winter breeze that refused to let up made it hard to stand there, but this was the place to be—Wonho and the rest of the boys didn’t have to wait, they’re celebrities so they breezed by security with charming smiles. He wanted to come here for his birthday knowing you would be here working, he searched all of your social media and you still had the club listed as your place of employment, he knew you didn’t want to see him, you set that boundary with he started dating Chelsea and he abided to it, because he had her, why would he need you?

“Ah, I’ve missed this.” Hyungwon hummed next to him as they walked into the buzzing club, the heavy bass that rattled the floors and the loud music reminded him of the nights you would whine that your eardrums were almost shot, but you loved your job so you accepted it.

“How about you guys go up to the vip lounge and I’ll get us some drinks.” Wonho suggested and the guys seemed to be alright with it as they made their way over to the velvet rope enclosed lounge area. He turned his gaze onto the bar, scanning behind the dark wood to see if you were mixing for customers, but his excitement soon fell as he reached the bar and you weren’t behind it, but there were two lively girls behind the counter taking orders and mixing them. One of them noticed Wonho, her eyes lighting up as she approached him.

“What can I get you tonight?” She purred, leaning on the bar, trying to entice his gaze.

“Can I get two pitchers of beer, seven glasses, of whatever you have on tap, as well as a round of shots?”

“What kind of liquor would you like for the shots?” She asked, batting her full lashes.

“Tequila.” He responded and she started to prepare his order, his thoughts lingering on one question, “Hey…” His eyes drifted down to her name tag, “Marci… Does Y/N still work here?”

“Y/N? Absolutely, she’s actually working tonight.” She finished filling up the shot glasses, noticing a smirk tug at his lips.

“Would you ask her to bring the drinks up to the lounge for me?” Marci’s face fell at his question and she responded with a nod.

“I’ll go grab her.” Wonho left her with a heart stopping wink as he pushed off the bar and made his way to the lounge. Wonho met up with the guys at the table they chose, plopping down into the plush chair next to Jooheon. His eyes watched over the bar when he caught your figure leaving the counter, his heart thumping inside his chest as you got closer. God you were gorgeous, it had been a year and your smile still made his heart flutter, the longer his gaze lingered on you the more he couldn’t believe he had gone this long without you in his life. As you moved towards them, he noticed that you didn’t wear the uniform for the bartenders, you wore the heels that were assigned, but you also wore form fitting white pants telling him that you were too good at your job that you could carry trays of alcohol and not even ruin your pants, and the long sleeved burgundy peplum blouse gave you the air of professionalism that fit you well. He tore his gaze from you as you approached the table, his nerves now clawing at him.

“Hi guys! Welcome to Club Alligator, my name is Y/N, and I’ll—” You stopped talking as if you just realized who was at the table. Your eyes met six pairs of shocked, but familiar faces, and you turned your eyes onto Wonho, your expression falling almost immediately as your eyes connected with his, “Well, isn’t this a lovely surprise!” You hummed, dispersing the glasses and shots between the guys.

“We didn’t expect you to still be working here, Y/N.” Kihyun spoke as if he was avoiding stepping on eggshells, his hand reaching for the empty glass in front of him as well as the pitcher of beer.

“Yup! I’m still here, I actually own and manage the Alligator now.” Your smile was almost too sweet for Wonho, he didn’t expect you to react the way you were. He knew you were mad at him and thought you would run at the sight of him, but here you were, being sweeter than honey.

“That’s amazing!” Minhyuk clapped, “Why don’t you join us? It’s been a while since we’ve all been together.”

“I would love to, but unfortunately, I’ve got about three hours until we close, so I’ve got to keep an eye on the time.” You lifted up the empty tray from the table and bowed slightly, “Please if you need anything else, call for me. I should be around here taking care of business.” Your dark eyes rested on Wonho’s, sending chills down his spine, chills that ran so deep that he could feel them in his soul.

Wonho watched you bounce from corner to corner of the club, checking in with the DJ’s, the bouncers, the employees, as well as customers that seemed to enjoy your body just as much as Wonho did. The more he watched you laugh and smile with the friendly customers the more his thoughts wandered to what you’ve been doing with your time. Were you dating someone? Sleeping with someone? Has someone else filled his spot in your bed?

“...ho… Wonho!” Changkyun’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts for his eyes to look at the guys standing from their seats.

“What…?”

“They’re closing, we gotta go.” Shownu responded, his hands wrapped around the waist of a drink Jooheon.

“Ah. Okay, let me go—”

“We’ve already paid the tab, Wonho.” Kihyun hissed, helping Shownu with Jooheon. Wonho stood from his seat and followed the guys to the door, taking one more glance at you before exiting the building.

“What was up with that guy tonight, Y/N?” Marci’s voice filled the dressing room with its growl, “How come he just gets to ask for the manager and automatically gets you? Like—”

“They old friends that I haven’t seen in awhile.” You spoke nonchalantly as you fingered through envelopes filled with money, looking for Marci’s name. You pulled her envelope from the stack and handed it to her, “Next time, let me know it’s Wonho.”

“That’s the Wonho?!” She shrieked, “He didn’t look like that a year ago…” Another employee turned at Marci’s scream, quirking an eyebrow.

“Hold on, the Wonho was here tonight?” She asked, closing her locker.

“Yeah, table V4 in the lounge. You had VIP lounge tonight, Nat, I’m surprised you didn’t know.” You responded, sighing a bit.

“I mean, yeah, I did, but I was wondering why you were only serving one table in V… you served him all night, right? I give you props, you’ve got more nerve than I do. If I had to serve my ex all night—”

“He’s not my ex, just an ex-friend.” You rolled your eyes and pulled Natalie’s envelope from the stack and tossed it to her, her hands catching it in the air.

“But still, you kept your cool this whole time.” Marci continued Natalie’s thought, “Not to mention you look sexy as hell tonight.” Marci teased pulling her purse into her shoulder.

“Lucky me.” You shrugged and turned on your heels, leaving the dressing room, the girls following you.

“You’re being bitter, boss lady.” Natalie hummed as she passed you with Marci, them walking to the exit. You weren’t bitter, but still hurt from his decision, you never thought it would come down to him having to choose between you and his girlfriend, but it did, and you lost that battle.

You finished handing out paychecks and tip outs and walked back to your office, double checking to make sure everything was done for the night. You pulled out the vendor list for the afternoon drop offs and hung it on your office door for the midday crew to get. You packed up your things into your bag and pulled on your jacket, and then pulled your bag up onto your shoulder. Your heels clicked against the black tile floor as you made your way to the exit, the echo from your shoes sounded weird since it wasn’t a sound you heard much in the club, it was soothing and yet filling you with anxiety. You turned off the lights and pushed out of the exit door, it locking as it met the door frame behind you; the brisk winter air burnt your cheeks upon turning towards it, even though it was March, it didn’t seem like it would let up anytime soon. Oh that’s right, it’s March—March first to be exact, Wonho’s birthday. You let him lurk through your thoughts as you walked up to your car, your fingers clicking the unlock button, it beeping.

“So you have your own car now?” A deep voice spooked you, but you knew this voice without having to turn around.

“What do you want Wonho?” You breathed, pulling open the back drivers side door, dropping your bag into the floorboard.

“How’ve you been?” His voice sounded closer this time, but you refused to turn and look at him, let alone answer the pointless question he just asked, “You look great—”

“Listen…” You closed the door and turned to face him, crossing your arms to block out some of the frigid wind, “I know you didn’t just stand out here for an hour, on your birthday, waiting for me to get off just so you could ask me how I’ve been and that I look great. What the hell do you want?” He stepped closer to you, your bodies just a few feet apart.

“I want to talk.” You rolled your eyes, sighing loudly.

“We have nothing to talk about. I gave you your options and you chose Chelsea—”

“I know that, Y/N, but I’m here now and I want to talk.” He moved closer to you, reaching his hand out to touch you, but you sidestepped his reach.

“Give me one reason. One reason why I should let you into my vehicle. One reason to let you into my home.” You weren’t hoping for much from him, you weren’t even expecting a valid reason, so why was your heart wanting for just a reason.

“I broke up with Chelsea for you. Now… can we talk…?”

You pressed the password into the keypad of your door, it dinging unlocked; you pushed open the door and walked inside it, Wonho following close behind you, “You moved, too…” He husked as he looked around at your new place, no longer an apartment, but a gorgeous house.

“It was a gift to myself after taking over the Alligator.” You took off your heels and walked away from him to the kitchen, automatically going to the liquor cabinet and pulling out your beloved whiskey. Wonho appeared in the kitchen, his eyes watching you as you filled a glass with the amber liquid.

“Some things never change with you, do they?” He asked, admiring the sway of your hips as you put the bottle back into the cabinet.

“I guess not.” You walked back to your glass, taking a large drink of it, the tingling burn warming your throat as it went down, “You said you wanted to talk.”

“I did…” Wonho leaned against the counter, trying to figure out what to say, your eyes wandered over his shape, and you couldn’t deny it, he looked good, better than the last time you laid your eyes on him, “First, I want to say that I’m sorry for running away when you confessed your feelings for me. I was just scared—”

“Scared? Of what? It wouldn’t have been any different between us besides the fact there would be a title.” You took another long drag from your glass, keeping your eyes on him.

“I was scared of how deep we were with each other… it felt like I could drown in the love you had for me and that was terrifying because I didn’t know if I could offer you the same kind of love.” Wonho fiddled with the frayed denim of his jeans as he spoke, the anxiety that he had earlier that evening started coming back to him, raking and clawing up his nerves, “When you gave me the ultimatum, I just took the out you gave me.”

“So you ran?” You hissed, slamming your glass down onto the counter.

“I always seemed to fuck everything up with us as soon as it got good and I didn’t want to do that to you.”

“We both made a promise to each other and you promised me…” Your voice started to break, the anger and frustration you held in for the last year was finally getting it’s chance to spill, but the only thing that was spilling from you were tears, “You promised me that if either one of us had feelings for the other that we would tell each other and work it out, but when I told you I was falling for you, you went and found some piece of trash that you thought could easily replace me!” Wonho watched as your tears rolled down your cheeks, them falling down to your shirt, staining the fabric with its saltiness.

“Y/N…” He whispered, closing the space between you, his cold fingers padding away the tears that refused to stop falling, “Why’re you crying?” Your hands pushed him from you, only for him to pull you into him, your lips crashing together. His smoldering kisses seemed to melt every rebuttal you had for him of why you were so mad at him and why you hated him, but right now the only thought that passed through your mind is how much you missed him.

“Wonho…” You whined through the seams of your locked lips, his voice soon shushing you.

“It’s still my birthday and all I want is to make love to you.” He rasped, his cold fingertips pulled your shirt up, his lips pulling away from you for a moment to take your shirt off, warm kisses soon pressed into the chilled skin of your shoulders while his hands trailed down your body, feeling your shape—remembering how it felt to have you in his hands. Wonho picked you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he took you to the nearest surface, the dining room table. He sat you down, quickly unbuttoning your pants and tugging them off along with your lace panties, his hunger eager to taste you after waiting for so long.

“Wonho, please—” You cried out as his lips seared kisses to your thighs, it sparking a familiar heat between your legs, one only Wonho could conjure on command. His tongue traced the outline of your wet folds, his lips pressing a kiss to your nub, eliciting a high pitched gasp from your lungs, the sounds he’s been craving to hear. Your fingers gripped the thick locks of his hair as his osculation with your folds caused the flames in your stomach to burn hotter, them singeing every nerve, a wave of tingles started in your toes and worked their way up your legs. Your lungs screamed in pleasure as your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks, his chuckle near your core sent shivers through your body as your high had you in its clutches.

“God, your so beautiful, Y/N…” He hummed as he got to his feet, the sound of his belt clinking and the opening of his zipper met your ears, and then the feeling of his hardened length pressing against your entrance made you hum, “Tell me what you want.” Wonho groaned, stroking his length between your sticky folds.

“I want you, Wonho.” You reached out for him while wrapping your legs around his waist. He pushed his length into your heat, his hands pinned yours next to your head and his body came down to meet your skin, his lips finding yours while his hips slowly thrusted into you. He was perfect, down to every inch he gave you, every thrust rubbed you the right way, every kiss to your skin was enough to make you give him everything—Wonho was the one and you weren’t going to let him go again.

“Y/N— I can’t—” He huffed into the nook of your neck, his grip on your hands tightened while his pace became erratic.

“Come to me, Wonho… Come to me…” You whispered, pressing a kiss to his temple.

The sensation of the hot water brought you back down out of the clouds, you let the water beat over your head in steamy rivulets. You closed your eyes to the water as the warmth soaked into your skin, your body moving to lean against the cool tile as your jello like legs threatened to give out from under you. The shower curtain was pulled back, but you kept your eyes closed as you lost yourself in the warmth.

“You okay?” He breathed, the exhaustion clear as day in his voice. You hummed a simple response as you fought off your own exhaustion, you forced your eyes open to see his beautiful caramel skin soaking in the dim light of the bathroom. How did you fall so deeply in love with him? He was nothing, but a friend and then a friend with benefits before you fell for him, but somehow he became someone of importance. Wonho stepped into the shower with you, closing the curtain behind him as he stood in front of you; you raised a hand to cup his cheek, your thumb caressing his soft skin, leaning in close to kiss him gently. You ignored your tired limbs as the feeling of his hands slid over your slick body, pulling you closer to him, deepening your kiss.

“Never leave me again…” You whispered as you pulled away from his lips.

“I promise, I won’t.”

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