#been meaning to start a looks series for each not just jooheon ;;
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shownu looks (1/⋈)
— 'on my way' in new york
#monstaxedits#monsta x#shownu#son hyunwoo#*ngifs#*sg#snl#been meaning to start a looks series for each not just jooheon ;;
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couple things: Jooheon
Summary: Jooheon tries to bake you a dessert. Why? Because he feels like he needs to.
— requested by Anonymous: “oh your writing is so good <3 i love it a lot esp your jealousy series ^^ would it be ok if you wrote something domestic for monsta x? like a house husband or smth concept lol, for whichever of the members ^^”
Author’s note: sorry this took so long! OTL
Words: 1.5k
Warnings: a tiny bit of angst that gets resolved immediately through communication because my soul is Allergic To Angst
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One Friday evening, you look up from your work laptop and sniff the air. “Heony? Is something burning?”
There’s no response. Ominous.
You save your work, lock your computer and get up from your desk to investigate the burning smell.
It’s dark out; you didn’t realize how much time had passed since your last break. There seems to be some kind of noise coming from the kitchen, and you head there.
“Jooheon-ah, are you — ?” You round the corner and stop, surprised. “Oh, hi Kihyunie! When did you get here… what’s going on?”
Jooheon and Kihyun look up from whatever they’re doing with the oven, which, judging by their distressed expressions and the smell in the air, isn’t going very well. Jooheon’s in a squatting stance, holding the oven door open, while Kihyun seems to be trying to extract something with tongs and an oven mitt.
“Wait, nuna!” Jooheon stands and lets go of the oven door. “It’s not ready yet — ”
“Hey, don’t let go!” Kihyun yelps as he yanks his hands back just in time.
“Be careful, guys.” You enter the messy kitchen and reach for Kihyun’s hands. “You okay, Kihyun-ah?”
“Yeah,” he says sheepishly, letting you remove the oven mitt and inspect his hands. “Sorry, I should’ve said hi when I got here a while ago.”
“It’s okay, I was probably in a meeting anyway.” You pat his hands before letting go and moving to Jooheon’s side. “Heony, what’s going on?”
His bottom lip is starting to stick out. “This was supposed to be a surprise.”
“What’s ‘this’?” You crouch down to look into the oven door.
Jooheon tugs you back to your feet and tucks you into his side. “Wait! It’s not done yet.”
You can’t help smiling at his pout. “It kind of smells done, Jooheon-ah.”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” Kihyun says, “um, we thought your skillet was oven-proof.”
“You… burned my skillet?”
“I’ll buy you a new one, nuna,” Jooheon says promptly.
You chuckle. “You don’t have to. Just tell me what you were trying to do.”
He squirms. “Nothing, really.”
“Nothing, really?” You raise an eyebrow, then turn to Kihyun. “Hey, Kiki, want to tell me what Jooheon called you over for?”
“Okay, fine.” Jooheon tugs you back to face him before Kihyun can answer. “I was trying to bake you a dessert, all right? Don’t laugh.”
“A dessert?” you repeat, surprised. “Why?”
He flushes a little and looks away. “You’ve been working overtime all week… I just wanted to do something for you while I’m home from tour.”
Wow. You’re touched. “Thank you, Heony.” You peck his cheek. “You know you don’t have to do anything for me, right? Just being here is enough.”
Shyly, he meets your eyes. “But I want to.”
Smiling, your heart full, you give him another kiss, this time on the lips. He responds eagerly enough that Kihyun decides to give a light cough to remind you of his presence.
You pull back from Jooheon and look round at Kihyun. “Right, so, you’re here to provide baking expertise, Kihyun-ah?”
“I didn’t know he wanted to bake,” he says immediately. “I mean, I’m an okay cook, but I’m not a baker. I wouldn’t have touched your pans if he hadn’t made me, nuna, honest.”
You laugh and pull free of Jooheon’s grip to go over to Kihyun. “Don’t worry, I’m not blaming you. Thanks for trying to help.” You pat his cheek, then take the oven mitt and put it on. “All right, let’s see what we’re working with here.”
The smell only worsens when you open the oven and reveal the sad remains of what looks like a brownie cake, which probably explains the cocoa powder dusted lightly over both Jooheon and Kihyun. Holding your nose, you gingerly pluck out the burned pan.
“The recipe said it was a ‘fool-proof’ skillet brownie,” Jooheon says mournfully. “And I even called hyeong for back-up.”
“Hey, I didn’t come over here to be called a fool,” Kihyun shoots back. “Why didn’t you pick something I can actually cook?”
“It was supposed to be special! Nothing you usually make is special.”
“Excuse you??”
“Okay, guys,” you interrupt, suppressing a laugh. “How about takeout for dinner? Sound good?”
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At your insistence, Kihyun stays for dinner. It’s the least you can do after he’s helped out with Jooheon’s baking adventure. The two of them fill you in on the latest progress for Monsta X’s next comeback, and you laugh until you cry at the stories of their tour shenanigans. When Kihyun says it’s time for him to go, you see him off with a full stomach and fuller heart.
“You can come by anytime so long as you promise not to touch my oven,” you tell him, and he grins and says he’ll take you up on that.
You close the door and return to the kitchen to find Jooheon staring at your burned pan in the kitchen sink.
He looks up. “Let me buy you a new pan, nuna,” he says, eyes big. “Please?”
In the face of his adorable persistence, you can’t help but acquiesce. “All right, all right. You can whip out your card the next time I’m shopping for pans, okay?”
Jooheon smiles, eyes immediately disappearing, and surges forward to take your arm and tug you to the living room. “C’mon, let’s order one now.”
You laugh as he sits you down on the couch and hands you your laptop. “I meant the next time we go out shopping, Jooheon-ah.”
“But we don’t know when that’ll be.” His smile collapses back into a pout. “Why not just buy one now?”
“I should probably do some research first so I can get one that’s oven-proof next time,” you joke.
“No, but — ” He sits down beside you and pushes in close, slinging an arm along the sofa behind your back. “Who knows when you’ll need that kind of pan, right? It’s better to have one than none at all.”
You chuckle wryly. “Heony, I haven’t used that pan in a month. You know I cook even less than you do.”
“But nuna.” Jooheon presses in closer, lips pursed in a tantalizing pout.
You can’t help stealing a quick kiss. “What is it, Heon-ah? Why do you want to buy me a pan so badly?”
“It’s not… I mean… ” He huffs out a breath. “I don’t want you to go shopping with my manager-hyeong again, okay?”
???
“EH?” you ask, boggling. “Shopping with your manager? When did I —”
“You know that one time!” Jooheon bursts out, sitting back. “When you came to see us after that radio schedule! You and Manager-hyeong had gotten the couple drink set from the bubble tea shop!”
“Couple drink set… ?” You rack your brain, and locate a faint memory of picking up bubble tea before heading to the radio broadcast station. “Heon-ah, I just wanted to try the specialty drink, and none of you guys drink bubble tea, so I gave your manager the extra, that’s all!”
“When Minhyuk-hyeong pointed it out, Manager-hyeong turned totally red!” Jooheon crosses his arms.
“Minhyukie was just joking around, trying to embarrass us on purpose. You know it didn’t mean anything.”
“Yeah, well, you’re my girlfriend. We’re a couple.”
“Your manager-hyeong knows that.” You keep your tone soothing even though you kind of want to smile at his petulance. “I really just wanted to drink that specialty tea, honestly. You believe me, right?”
At that, Jooheon’s stiff posture softens, even though you can see him struggling to keep his expression stern. “Still,” he huffs, “I… want to be the one sharing those couple things with you. I want to do those kinds of couple things with you.”
“I get it, Jooheon-ah.” You lean in and give him a kiss. “We can, and we will, all right? We’ll do everything you want to do together.”
“...Yes.” He finally relaxes and returns your kiss warmly. When he breaks contact, he doesn’t go far, looking into your eyes. “I feel like we’re apart so often, nuna. I really wish I could make up all that time, fill in all that time to be the kind of couple we should be.”
Oh, Jooheon.
You cup his face in your hands. “There’s no should. We’ll be the kind of couple we want to be. Okay? Don’t feel like you have to make up anything. You know that’s not what I want from you.”
“I know,” he acknowledges softly. “I just... want to make sure we are. A couple, I mean. I want us to feel like we’re together.”
“We are together. We’re together because we love each other, as we are. And that’s enough.” You look him in the eye. “Yes?”
He looks back at you steadily, then nods, once. “I love you,” he murmurs, and kisses you again.
“Love you too,” you whisper, in between kisses. “I love you, too.”
After a few minutes pass:
“So… can I buy you a pan now?”
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#jooheon#monsta x#eaf writes monsta x#jooheon x reader#monsta x fic#jooheon fic#joohoney#joohoney fic#I hope this isn't trash#eaf original
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Drowning - Merman!Jooheon X Marine Biologist!Reader: Part 1
Character: Monsta X Merman!Jooheon X Marine Biologist!Reader
Word Count: 1379
Genre: Horror-ish Thriller Mystery
Synopsis: There are many legends surrounding your island village along with the dark water of its shores. When multiple local fishermen go missing, you cannot help but find the circumstances a little… fishy. As a marine biologist who studies the sea on the regular and knows the island like the back of your hand, you make it your mission to find out what happened to these men and why. You soon find out that you really don’t know as much about the mysterious waters as you thought you did, and the secrets of your town soon become deeper than the deep blue of the lagoon. Little do you know that you’ll soon be drowning in more ways than one.
WARNINGS: Mentions of drowning, almost drowning, light cursing, and murder
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You’ve never been the type of person to buy the local newspaper. Not only is it a terribly slow and antiquated system (you have the Internet after all), but you normally disapprove of the waste of precious paper. However, all personal beliefs aside, you soon find yourself at the local mom & pop book shop purchasing every edition of Mohae Times from the most resent installment to last summer. Johnny, your best friend who also happens to be the 3rd generation Suh kid to run the Wormhole Book Nook, gives you a questioning glance from behind the counter as you struggle to hold the huge pile of flimsy articles you just spent $120 on.
“You know there are copies of all those on the newspaper website, right?” He states while walking behind you to make sure you don’t fall as you go outside to load the newspapers onto your bike.
“For the millionth time, of course I do, Suh, and I really could live without your incessant judgement,” you frustratingly respond to his mansplaining as you plop the rolled up papers into your bike basket and begin to tie them down.
“I wouldn’t judge you if you didn’t do the most random shit like buying outdated newspapers for a link board on a missing fishermen case that you are completely unqualified to even be investigating.”
You turn around aggressively and look intently into the eyes of the man who is towering over you.
“Suh, we’ve been best friends since the womb and probably will be to the tomb, so you should start getting used to my antics and learn not to question my credibility or skills. I’ve grown up here and I’m next in line to be the owner of the Mohae Marine Life Museum and Sanctuary. I graduated valedictorian from Mohae High School and am in the process of receiving my master’s in marine biology from the prestigious and exclusive Mohae Marine University. If anyone is qualified to uncover what happened to those men, it’s me.”
Without giving the male a chance to respond, you flip your hair as you turn to mount your bike. Securing your seashell painted helmet to your head, you give your best friend an ultimatum.
“I will solve this mystery by the end of this summer, and you will either have the most interesting summer of your life with me or spend each day bored to death in the Wormhole without me, your choice.”
You then speed away on your bike and leave the main town and your best friend behind you. As you peddle along the rocky road of the coastline toward the docks, you can’t help but gaze curiously into the dark waves crashing beyond the shoreline. Ever since you could remember, there has always been something about the mysterious waters surrounding your island town that has entranced you. Maybe it was the local legends of your native ancestors being in contact with mythical marine creatures that ignited your desire to engulf yourself in the engagements of the sea, or maybe it was that intense feeling of yearning you felt when you were away from the water along with the surreal sensation of belonging whenever you came back to the beach. Regardless of whatever this was and wherever it came from, you could not deny that there was a part of you that was undeniably and utterly devoted to the ocean.
As you lock your bike onto the post next to the main office of the Mohae Marine Life Museum and Sanctuary, the familiar sense of home comes washing over you like the waves under the pier. You loved your job of being the apprentice to the owner and soul caregiver of the sanctuary, who everyone calls “Rain,” and you are beyond honored to one day follow in his footsteps. After quickly checking in and dropping the newspapers off in your office, you urgently put on your wetsuit and review your chores for the day. You smile as you read the three words on your planner.
“Play with Mingi”
With excitement you rush to the sanctuary where you and your fellow biologists nurse rescued marine animals back to health. This was your favorite part of your job, as you always feel a natural, almost supernatural, connection to these majestic creatures, and all of them seem to trust and adore only you.
Including Mingi, a great white shark.
At first Rain was extremely apprehensive of you taking on being the main caregiver of the massive killer fish, but with your annoying begging and scheming, he soon caved to your wishes. And by scheming, you mean swimming in Mingi’s tank with no protective gear on and playing with him while the rest of the staff just stared in shock. In hindsight, that was an insane move on your part, but you’re the town kooky kid; you gotta keep your image up before people start to catch on that you’re actually just too determined to get what you want that you’re willing to, literally, swim with sharks.
Of course, you always feed Mingi before you get in the tank with him; you’re crazy, not stupid. When he is finished with his high-end halibut dinner freshly fished from the fish hatchery (say that five times fast lol), you slowly lower yourself into the far end of the tank. After Mingi has had a full meal, he has the temperament of a baby dolphin. He kind of reminds you of a cat that acts like a dog; although on the outside he is a monstrous shark that could rip you apart before you could even blink, on the inside he’s a sweet cinnamon roll that just wants to be loved and babied. You couldn’t help but fall in love with him ever since you helped rescue him from a fishing net last summer. Unfortunately, he lost most of his teeth from his mouth being caught in a metal crab cage, so he cannot be reintroduced to the wild even after his external wounds heal. Even though his situation breaks your heart, you can’t help but feel glad you have Mingi. Like your unusual connection to the ocean, you have such a strong bond with Mingi that you really can’t explain, yet you can’t deny it either. Even though he’s a large carnivorous fish and you’re an eccentric, loner human, it seems as though you both understand each other on a spiritual level. He’s helped you deal with your anxiety, oddly enough, and you made a necklace out of his missing teeth to hold when you start to feel your anxiety rise again.
So as you gently rub his muzzle and play with the teeth around your neck, you start to unpack all of the thoughts clouding your mind to the massive being. You tell him about the newspapers and Johnny and how you made it your summer goal to solve the Mohae Missing Fisherman Mystery. He pushes his nose into your hand and gently nuzzles your palm as you start to feel the emotions of what exactly you are investigating start to breed panic inside you. Nine local fishermen have gone missing over the past year. No bodies, no major leads, nothing. And you, the odd ball of the town, have promised to crack the cold case in three months.
What have you gotten yourself into?
A literal and metaphorical shark tank.
Author’s Note: So I got the idea for this series from Admin M when I was fangirling over Jooheon’s blue hair and she said “he looks like a merman who drowns people for fun, but in the middle of dragging you down he’s like ‘wait, maybe not this one,” so now here we are. I also love this pic of Mingi in the shark hat so I made him a shark 😅. Also Rain has to make an appearance because we appreciate 1st gen Kpop artists here 😤. Stay tuned to see what other idols are incorporated into this mess of a story!
~Admin J🧡
July 26, 2020
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All About Luv Drabbles: Misbehave
Love it when we mess this up, every time we argue, straight into the bedroom What’s happening guys!? It’s your other favorite kpop fanfic writer here with the next installment in the All About Luv Drabbles series! Enjoy the angst :D ~ Admin JiHyeon
[[These will probably not be all that good. I will get better I promise!]]
Shownu walked into your shared apartment, tired from practice and only wanting one thing; sleep. He set his bag down and took off his shoes before he made his way further into the apartment. He was barely a few steps in when you appeared and pushed him backwards. “What the hell Shownu?” You asked and he furrowed his eyebrows. “What are you on about now?” He asked with a sigh. “You promised me that you wouldn’t do late night practices anymore. It’s almost 1am.” You snapped and he let out a sigh. “I am not in the mood to fight with you. You know my job requires it.” He said as he pushed past you and headed toward the bedroom so he could get some sleep. “Don’t just ignore me. You were the one who promised me. Don’t blame me for your mess up.” You told him. “Love it when we mess this up.” He mumbled and turned to face you. “Every time we argue, straight into the bedroom.” He told you. “I’m sleeping on the couch.” You told him as you turned away from him and left him standing there.
Wonho leaned against the counter in your shared kitchen, arms crossed over his chest and a solemn look on his face. You stood on the other side of the kitchen, arms at your sides, as you stared at him. “How many times are we going to have this fight? Argue about this? We don’t work very well together, we might as well just end it here.” You told him and he looked up at you. “And we only break up, just so we can make up, and I can hear you call my name. We will always have this back and forth.” He sighed and you looked at the floor. “I do love you Wonho, don’t forget that.” You told him. “I know.” He sighed.
Minhyuk held the glass of wine in his hand as he leaned against the bar. You stood beside him, your own glass of wine in hand. Finally you two got a night together, to do whatever you wanted. You both knew that you needed this. The last few weeks had been stressful and hard due to the arguing between you over not seeing each other and the lack of communication. But here you were, relaxed and enjoying one another. “Minhyuk, why are you still with me? We aren’t exactly the best for one another.” You asked him as you looked up at him. He glanced at you and smiled. “They say that we got issues, but girl, that's why I’m with you.” He chuckled and kissed your temple. “And I wouldn’t want to have it any other way.”
Kihyun stood on your balcony and leaned against the railing. It was the one weekend this month that your parents weren’t home so he took the opportunity to stay with you. It wasn’t a secret that your parents didn’t like him or his friends. But what was a secret was your relationship. “So when are you gonna tell your parents about us?” He asked you suddenly and you swallowed. “You know how my dad is. And my mom. I just need to find the right time.” You told him and he chuckled. “I love you so much. And it feels so wrong but it feels so right to love you. We’ve been together for almost a year. What if I wanted to propose?” He asked. You stared at him for a moment before speaking. “Then I would run away with you. You can support us while I find a job for myself and then we’d be able to be together freely.” You said and he smiled. “Then let’s do it. Let’s run away.”
Hyungwon sighed for the thousandth time that night. The two of you were arguing about the same thing you always did; your future. He didn’t necessarily want to think about it because with his career he had to think about the present but you wanted to know if you two even had a future. “Look Hyungwon, I just need to know if I’m wasting my time with you or if we will have a future. When I was a kid, I would watch movies and envy the couples getting married and being so in love. Me and you have never been like that.” You told him. “Well we aren’t a movie sweetie. Picture perfect only works in movies. I don’t exactly have time to have this argument again. If you enjoyed those movies so much, then go watch them.” He spat before he turned from you and left.
Jooheon watched you as you were yelling about who knows what. He knew he should pay attention to what you were saying since you were supposed to be arguing, but he just couldn’t stop admiring how much you loved fighting. Every time you two fought, you were the one who got flustered and angry, spewing hurtful words and refusing to listen, even if it were over the smallest of issues like who was supposed to do the dishes. He let out a chuckle and you turned to him, fury in your eyes. “What are you laughing at Jooheon?” You asked him and he looked at his hands. “We could talk it out, but you love to fight, right?” He chuckled. “Excuse me?” You asked him. “You love fighting more than trying to be civil and talk it out. Remind me again why we are even still together?” He asked.
I.M held a glass of whiskey in his hand and leaned back in the booth of the private table he had reserved for the two of you. You felt slightly uncomfortable being in such a place. You weren’t a celebrity or had the money to get a table like this. “I.M, why am I here with you?” You asked and he glanced at you. “Are you not enjoying the privacy?” He asked. You smoothed your skirt and shifted in your seat. “I mean, I am enjoying the privacy, but we could be having a fun time at a normal table too.” You said and he sighed. “If I’m seen dancing with a girl that the public doesn’t know, rumors will start and you’ll be stalked.” He told you and you looked down. “Why though? You are human too, you deserve to do things like any other person.” You muttered. “That’s not how it works for an idol, you know that.” He mumbled and took a drink. “But we idols are just misunderstood, and honestly? I need you bad, girl.” He reached his hand over to grab yours. “So stop asking about why we are up here and just enjoy it.” He told you.
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Soulmate!au Series | Changkyun
Pairing: Changkyun x reader
Summary: Not everyone had the same soulmate mark and that made even harder for you to find yours, especially when there was no visible mark on your body. But a boring class could change things.
Genre: fluff - loads of it
Words: +1.5 k
a/n: So, it’s finally over! The last part of the Soulmate Series is finally up and I’m so proud I finished. Thank you all who read it. Hope you guys enjoy Kyun’s and love you 💖
You had seen everyone around you to fall in love, meet their soulmates, have names or words tattooed on their body, drawings adorning their skin, having a missing sense, so many ways to meet their soulmate, but yours wasn’t there. At least not visible.
The class was boring as you could think, your eyes barely kept open, the battery of your phone died and your friend missed the class. You had absolutely nothing to do and the video your teacher insisted on putting was even as boring as the man’s voice.
You grabbed the pen by your side and started to doodle on your notebook, but some freckles in your arm grabbed your attention, making you start drawing onto the skin, making little smiley faces, constellations, and doodles.
You kept doing that until the signal played, warning you and your classmates that the class was over. “Thank God” you thought when leaving the classroom, going straight to the small cafe-library near the uni so you could focus on your actual study, not that bullshit you were never going to use anyway.
The tables were empty due to the time, it was midday, but you weren’t hungry to get an actual lunch. You asked for your classic black coffee and sat on the table, spreading your books, notebooks, and pens, getting ready to study the effects of “screens” on kids' behavior.
When you stretched your arm to grab a pink pen that rolled away, you noticed that the drawings from before in your arms were gone and a simple phrase was marked in black.
Hey, soulmate
Your eyes blinked a few times before touching the skin, the color fading until was gone. You grabbed the pink pen in your hand and wrote.
Who are you?
You watched the words being sucked by your skin and couldn’t help but let a gasp out of your mouth. What was going on? You noticed letters starting to appear in your skin again.
I’m your soulmate. Everything we put on our skin appears on the other.
The words faded again but soon other ones appeared.
You should thank me for not doing the tattoo I wanted
You couldn’t help but chuckle and, somehow, you could feel them smiling to their arm. A feeling of warmth took your body, the idea of actually having a soulmate made your day happier and more exciting. How does this person looked like? Were they pretty? Tall? Short? Where they come from? You spent minutes thinking about it, not realizing when new words appeared in your forearm.
How’s my soulmate's name?
You smiled, liking the idea of the person calling you their soulmate, it was recomforting.
Y/N. How’s yours?
Changkyun. And I like the pink pen you’re using.
How do you know I’m using a pink pen?
The words faded and some green ones started to appear, the line thicker, almost like it was written with kids’ markers
Because the words appear in pink on my skin.
That’s so crazy and cool.
I know. I thought that I’d never meet you.
You blushed at his words. The idea of talking to him through your arms almost felt like talking through phone messages, the difference was you didn’t know how he looked like.
Me too. Why we never drew on our skins before? I never thought of that.
The laugh that left your mouth was loud and almost exaggerated but you were nervous, anxious with the whole situation.
My mom never allowed me because the ink was bad for the skin.
And you behaved?
Yes ???? And why didn't you draw on yours?
Never felt the need I guess, never thought of that
Fair enough
You two spent the whole afternoon speaking to each other, your study plans long gone with the first words that faded from your skin. Talking to Changkyun was comforting, warm and fun, he was a funny person and you guys clicked right away - which made you really happy because you always wondered what would happen if you and your soulmate didn’t match and actually hated each other.
Wanna meet sometime soon?
The words appeared after you stopped talking about your favorite foods. The thump in your heart could be heard by the people in the tables by your side, which now were filled with mostly students and couples.
Yes. Tell me when and where
Are you free friday night? I know a Thai restaurant that is delicious and I think you’d love.
Ok. Friday night.
See you there at 8.
See you too, Kyunnie
Can’t wait to meet you for real
You giggled like a little girl and nodded, even though you knew he couldn’t see you.
Me too
Bye, soulmate
Bye, soulmate
You hugged your arm, almost feeling like you could hug him. Nothing in the world could describe the feeling you were having right then. The smile so big it couldn’t fit your face.
The days couldn’t pass slower, even with you constantly talking with Changkyun. You guys even joked about not having anything to talk about when you meet, but you two couldn’t help, the first thing that you’d do was give him good morning and the last one give him good night. It was like you two met each other for ages, even if it was for a couple of days.
When friday finally arrived, your stomach was aching from anxiety, your head dizzy from nervousness, legs shaking. You felt like you were about to have a meltdown.
It took you almost three hours to get ready, your mind spacing out too often thinking about Kyun and all the things you two talked about, how well you two got along. You were so happy your soulmate was someone like him, funny, smart, kind, sweet and so many things. But to say you were also very nervous to finally meet him face to face was almost a joke.
A tingling sensation appeared in your arm and you looked down just to see a cute smiley face drawn on it and soon disappear a few seconds after.
I’m at your door, babe.
Your heart skipped several beats when you read the sentence.
You didn’t even reply to him, getting your purse and, literally, ran out of your apartment. There was no time for the elevator either, practically jumping down the stairs to get as faster as possible to the front door.
When your eyes met the man in front of you, nothing could describe the smile that grew on your lips and the heartwarming feeling that took over your body.
“Hi” his voice danced its way to your ears and you just wished you could hear him talk forever. His voice was deep, velvety, soothing, felt like a warm day of summer in the park.
Changkyun had the brightest smile on his lips, his teeth showing, his eyes shut close. His heart was pounding on his chest, nothing could describe what he was feeling, you were much more he expected.
“Hi” you finally spoke, taking him out of his daydream, and running to him, jumping into his arms, wrapping the man into a tight hug. “You don’t know long I’ve waited to do this” your voice sounded muffled by the skin of his neck, your face hidden in the crook of it, scenting his smell and keeping it in your memory.
“Me too, babe” his voice so close to your ears and the hot breath leaving his mouth and gently touching your neck made shivers ran down your whole body. “I couldn’t wait to meet you, to meet my soulmate” you finally left his neck and looked to his eyes, they were like constellations shining in his beautiful brown orbs. “I brought you something” Changkyun smiled and took a little red box out of his jacket, handing it to you.
“You didn’t have to” the rush of blood tinting your cheeks pink. “Thank you, Kyun” the man could swear he’d die when you called him by the nickname and he decided that his name leaving your lips was his favorite thing in the world.
You opened the box and found two little red rings, thin as a thread and shiny as stars. On top of them there was a smiley face.
“It means the red string of destiny with the first doodle you did in your arm” he explained to you, his hands nervously fidgeting behind his back. “I hope you like it” you looked back to the man.
“I… I loved, Kyun. They’re gorgeous” you both smiled, genuine happiness. “Can you… Can you put it to me?” you shyly asked and he nodded, taking the ring from the box and gently slipping to your finger. Changkyun left a little kiss on top of it, making you giggle. You did the same to his one.
“You are mine now, forever” he said as he held your hand.
“And always” you smiled to him and did what you had been dreaming of doing, kissed him. The first of so many.
Shownu | Wonho | Minhyuk | Kihyun | Hyungwon | Jooheon | I.M
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Coming Clean
Series: Monsta X 8th Member AU
Pairing: M.I/Jooheon
2019
Wonho picks up the blanket carefully, turning it over in his hands before folding it and tucking it under his arm.
“What’s that?” Jooheon peers curiously at his bandmate.
“Nothing,” Wonho answers a little too quickly. “I mean, it’s not important.”
“Then why hide it?” Jooheon isn’t quite sure why he’s doing this. He knows the blanket is Chanmi’s just like he knows Wonho is sneaking it out of the room to take to her where she’s hiding down the hall in Shownu’s room.
Wonho doesn’t say a word, simply looks at Jooheon with a relaxed expression. “You scared her, Jooheon. That was too intense and you know it.”
“I didn’t mean... my intention wasn’t to hurt her or scare her. I just don’t know what to do anymore.”
“Do what the rest of us do. Love her.” Wonho shrugs as if it’s the easiest thing in the world. To just give up on all the fear Jooheon’s stored in his heart the last few years and be open with Chanmi. To be honest with a girl he’s hurt so many times in so many ways.
As if she’ll listen.
As if she has a reason to listen.
“An apology is always a good place to start,” Wonho adds. “I know what you’re thinking but Chanmi just wants the two of you to be close like the rest of us.”
“Hyung, I don’t think that’s possible. Not now anyway. I’ve done too much damage.”
Jooheon’s mind drifts to the party. To the feeling of Chanmi’s body on his and how he fucked her so rough, payback for the mutual pain they constantly inflict on each other. Ever since that night their relationship has been more strained than usual. They even had to change the set list around so she was with Shownu and Wonho instead of Jooheon and Changkyun. It’s not like she was unwilling to sleep with him or did anything against her will. Jooheon would’ve stopped had that been the case. Everything just got so much more awkward and strange afterwards.
“Do you think...” Jooheon sort of hates himself for what he’s about to say but it’s been gnawing at him for ages. “Do you think she told him what happened between us?”
“Told who?”
Jooheon gives Wonho a look that clearly says are you fucking kidding me. “You know who.”
Wonho shifts uncomfortably. “She tells him a lot.”
“I know.”
“That’s more of a Changkyun question. He knows what’s going on better than the rest of us. But, Jooheon, for the sake of the group just talk to her. I mean, you changed your stage name for the kid.”
He did.
After so many restless, sleepless, anger ridden nights where he sat up with whispers of Chanmi’s voice wrapping around his brain he took the leap. Officially switching over to Jooheoney had been easy. Fans across the globe already took to calling him Honey, so there was no issue on that end. The only issue had been internal. The confusion in Chanmi’s eyes when he announced it had almost shattered him. I’m doing it for you, he wanted to yell. I’m yours but you can’t fucking see it. In the end he just rolled his eyes at her (reflex at this point; a way to hide the pain) and walked off.
“Here.” Wonho shoves Chanmi’s blanket in Jooheon’s arms. “Take this and just talk to her.”
He takes it cautiously. As if he thinks just touching the fabric will burn him. However, the second his fingers come in contact with the softness of it and a scent that’s purely and beautifully Chanmi hits his nose he relaxes.
“Okay,” Jooheon agrees. “Yeah.”
“For once in all the years you’ve known her just be honest.” Wonho leaves on that sentence, not wanting to hear Jooheon attempt to talk himself out of doing what he’s needed to for a while now.
As Jooheon heads down the hall he starts repeating what he wants to say to her, perfecting his apology and tweaking whatever doesn’t sound right. He thinks he’s got it down pat. He thinks he’s ready to finally right his wrongs. Turns out he shouldn’t think. The second Chanmi opens Shownu’s door, thin strap of the sapphire silk pajama top she’s wearing falling off her shoulder, sleep in her eyes, and face puffy, all thought leaves Jooheon.
“Chanmi,” he says softly. “I...”
She shakes her head gently. “You what?”
“I love you!” Jooheon blurts it out, mind devoid of anything except the way she looks right now and the need to just have her understand. “Chanmi, I- I’m in love with you.”
Chanmi’s lips part slightly, shock coloring her expression before she yanks the blanket out of his hands and slams the door shut.
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bf shownu
ngl it was kinda awk at first poor bb doesnt have a lot of dating experience
but he rlly rlly liked u so he stumbled his way thru asking u to get coffee sometime
u blushed and agree bc duh who wouldnt
he tried being a Proper Gentleman so he went to help u take ur coat off but didnt say anything or ask if u needed help he just ..,,... started like grabbin at it and then ur arms got kinda stuck and it got weird for a sec omg this baby
but then when you got it off you looked at each other and cracked up and u rlly havent stopped laughing since
actually he really really likes your laugh like oh ur havin a bad day?? he’s there for the rescue with a goofy face or a lame ass dad joke
he’s also very calm and relaxed like he never gets angry or upset and first it bugs you because you thought he was hiding or surpressing his feelings but the longer you were with him u came to realize he’s rlly just like that
likes to workout w you
he’s always thinking of ways to love on you while u work out omg he’s totally the type to hold ur feet while you do sit ups and kiss u at the top
but also lots of movie nights
c udd les
he just looks like he’s warm and smells good
the first time u saw him cry was while watching finding dory lol
“oh my god are you crying??”
“okay but she found her parents after all this time how are you not crying?????”
u guys also go on a lot of food oriented dates cos u know this boy loves to eat almost as much as he loves you
“oh my god i think i love this chicken almost as much as i love you”
you looked like a deer in headlights did he rlly just -
“wait i -“
honestly you’d been wanting to say it for weeks so your expression quickly changed into a shy smiled as you looked down “i love you too”
you looked back up as he sighed so loud after ur response man he rlly didnt even mean to say it but the chicken was so good and he was with you and was so caught up in all the good feelings it just came out
but then u peppered his cute lil blushed face w kisses
in conclusion: shownu is big soft a very calm and chill unless he’s trying to express a new feeling then his brain goes nuts for a min but u always bring him back down to earth the end
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mx bf series:
wonho | minhyuk | kihyun | hyungwon | jooheon | changkyun
(if their name isn’t underlined i haven’t posted it yet but i will soon!)
#lmao no one asked for this but also like i wanted to do smth more relaxed so here i am#monsta x#scenario#fluff#short story#soft hours#shownu#reaction#mx bf series#boybebe#girlbebe#neutralbebe
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The Water Cooler
Summary: Life works in mysterious ways. Really shitty ways too, might you add. After a series of unexpected incidents you find yourself living with your office enemy.
Pairing: Office Worker!Kihyun x Reader
Genre: Fluff, crack/comedy, romance
Warnings: Cussing, some sexual mentions but no graphic scenes, drunk Minhyuk loves to pole dance, Changkyun hates hikers, cheating
Word Count: 9.9K
There are a lot of ways that you could describe Yoo Kihyun. Obnoxious. Nagging. Uptight. Know it all. Arrogant. Self-serving. Pretentious. Annoying. Loathsome. Short with an even shorter temper. Smug. Cocky. An insufferable pain in the neck. God how you wanted to just break his fucking neck. You aren’t sure how exactly your disdain for the tiny man started, but you did know that he’s currently testing the one last nerve you have before you snap and murder him and have Minhyuk help you hide the body. Hyungwon would probably help too as long as he didn’t have to expel any energy on that matter, at the very least he would root the two of you on.
You can feel the vein in your forehead pop and throb as he continues to talk about his oh-so-perfect reports that will probably land him a promotion. You’d bet your measly savings that Yoo Kihyun was also a former teacher’s pet. “You know what Kihyun, I hope you do get a promotion.” Everyone in the breakroom turns to look at you with confusion. Wonho almost chokes on his coffee before shouting about it burning. Hyungwon actually stops chewing his bagel to give a look of pure horror at you.
“Really, thanks (y/n). You know I always knew-” Kihyun is giving a pompous smile at you as he speaks and you feel that last nerve snap like a twig.
“And I just really hope that it involves a transfer to the middle of nowhere so I never have to deal with your Napoleon complex ever again.” Minhyuk is giving a high pitched wheezing laugh, he’s doubled over in the back shaking as he tries to squeeze out an unintelligible sentence in reply to you.
“Na-napoleon complex?! I’m not even that short! I’m average height!” Kihyun is crushing the water bottle in his hands and you feel your headache abate at the rage you’ve inflicted on him. Serves his smug ass right.
“And so was Napoleon for his time. For someone who deems himself all knowing you would think that you would have already known that. Well anyways, as pleasant as it was listening to you kiss your own ass for thirty minutes I have some papers to work on. Oh and Kihyun, don’t let the door smack you on the way out to that promotion.” You pick up your fresh cup of coffee and blow a kiss at him as you walk back to your cubicle and laugh under your breath as you begin sifting through the spreadsheet from hell you’re currently working on.
Working in a painfully boring office was not how you imagined your life, it’s certainly not how you intended to use your degree in psychology but considering that you only have a bachelors the best use that you have for it is as an overpriced decoration in your cubicle that collects a copious amount of dust for the sake of making Kihyun shudder each time he sees it. Thank god for that minor in accounting or it really would be completely worthless. Life is just that way, sometimes things just don’t work out as you planned. Still, it could be worse. At the very least you have a decent paying job and for the most part, you enjoy the people you work with (the main exception being Kihyun although when Minhyuk goes full dolphin mode he too is in the doghouse with you) and your boss Shownu was one of the sweetest people you’ve ever met.
All in all, things weren’t that bad. Boring, monotonous, a bit like groundhogs day sure. But at the same time, you had bills to pay and adult things to do like pay said bills. Oh, how the capitalist system sucks for everyone but the filthy rich. But once again, on days like today when your temper has flown out the window, you can’t help but wonder how you got here. In a long-term relationship with a guy who you live with who still looks at you like a deer in headlights the moment anyone brings up the word marriage, committed to a job where you deal with numbers and papers and other tedious tasks every day. This certainly isn’t the fabulous life of jet-setting and hanging out with hot cabana boys that feed you grapes that you’ve envisioned for your life.
The rest of the day goes by painfully slow and unfortunately, it’s just as dull as you figured it would be. The most interesting part of the day had been your earlier tussle with Kihyun and watching Hyungwon almost unhinge his jaw as he tried to fit the largest burger you’ve ever seen into his mouth because Jooheon dared him to do it. But it’s Friday, and that means that you can be out of this humdrum hell for two days so when the clock hits five you’re quick to save your work and get the hell out of dodge.
Changkyun is already standing in the elevator when you fly into it. “'Sup (y/n). Got any plans for the weekend?”
“Nah, not unless binge-watching Netflix in my underwear counts. You?”
“Sexy. Eh, I’ve got a date with this chick from tinder but I dunno man. She’s into nature and shit and those hiking people usually give me hives you know. Its like, calm down man you can see all that shit on Instagram why be so active? Plus they get all holy about it, they act like your couch is a den of evil. But she’s pretty hot so I’m willing to risk it.”
“Well, I hope the risk is rewarding for you. Best of luck kid.” You spring out of the elevator and out of the building with more energy then you’ve displayed all week. It’s true, you don’t really have any plans for this weekend except for meeting up your boyfriend for dinner right now but my god, you get to sleep in and isn’t that all that really matters?
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You’re contemplating picking up the glass of wine you’re clutching to and hurling it into Matt’s face. Or maybe you’ll take the steak knife and drive it through his heart. Or take the candle sitting on the table and light him on a tiny fire before cramming it up his ass. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you right. Did you just say you want to break up with me?”
“Listen (y/n), it’s not me it’s you.”
“I’m pretty sure that it’s supposed to be the other way around.” You grit out the words with venom. God, what did you ever see in this loser?
“Oh, yeah right. I always forget how that goes. My bad. Listen, it’s just you know I need something else in my life and well things have just gotten kind of boring. Like, I’m glad you finally let me try anal and all but you know I just think it’s time we go our separate ways. We’ve had a good six years and all, but you know I mean…I think we’ve pretty much done everything now. You’re a great girl, I’m sure you’ll find someone decent. And we’re still young I mean we’re not thirty yet! Anyways, listen I’ve already packed up most of your things for you so-”
“You’ve packed up my shit? Let me get this right you’re breaking up with me and you want the apartment?” You can feel the entire restaurant turn to watch as you raise your voice but you couldn’t care less. Your life is already crumbling before you so why not give a few spectators a free show to it?
“Yeah, well you know I mean it’s just so close to my work and it’s really hard to find a place with so much natural lighting for my garden.” Seriously, you slept with this guy for six years? This guy? This was the guy you were actually thinking about settling down with? Good god, you needed to see a shrink because clearly, your measly bachelor’s degree in psychology didn’t cover your own neurosis.
“You have a succulent garden, they actually don’t do well under direct-no you know what. Fucking fine, I’ll figure something out.”
“Great, great. Well, now that that’s settled I’m just going to see myself out. You know (y/n) I just want to say-”
“Save whatever you’re going to say and shove it up your fucking ass Matt.” You glare at him as he gulps uncomfortably, his hand sticking out awkwardly as if to give you a consolation handshake before he finally runs his hand through his hair and walks out of the restaurant. Indignation and bitterness consume your thoughts as you chug down your wine and grab the glass he didn’t even touch before chugging that one down too. The food hasn’t even arrived yet and you know that soon you’ll be feeling the effects of the alcohol but really, right now you need to be a bit drunk to get through all of this.
An exasperated sigh leaves you as you see someone slide into the seat where Matt just was. You slowly look up to see Yoo fucking Kihyun in all his glory having the audacity to look concerned. “The fuck do you want?”
“Hey, woah, calm down. I just…well I saw how that whole thing played out and I was wondering if you’re okay.” You take a moment to glare at him. His hair is slightly disheveled after the long day at work, white button-up sleeves rolled up but still buttoned all the way to the top, his eyes scream ‘I pity you, you sad sack of shit.’ Of course one of those people who had to watch everything burn just had to be him. Why not also have Matt come back to tell you that your dog died too? (You didn’t actually have a dog, but somehow it would be fitting.) What more could possibly be added to this? God, when will this day end? “Ouch, listen I mean I get that you don’t want anyone to see that. I know I wouldn’t but I mean, you look like you need someone to talk to and I’m here for you. I mean it, I’m just trying to help.”
“How much of that did I say out loud?”
“'Of course one of those people who had to watch everything burn down just had to be me.’ That part. You know, I’m just going to take this, I think you’ve had enough.” Kihyun reaches for your glass but you guzzle back the remnants before giving him a childish smirk. “Or not…” You watch him chew on his bottom lip for a moment before he speaks again slowly as if afraid he’s speaking to a wounded territorial animal. “Do you…do you have anywhere to go? Any friends or family in town?”
“Nope, I moved here to the city last year for Matt’s transfer.” God seriously, what were you going to do for a place. If you walked back into your apartment you’ll be wearing an orange jumpsuit for the rest of your life and buying protection from a woman named Bertha so clearly that isn’t an option right now.
“Yeah I don’t know about that Bertha part, but I mean I don’t think murder is the solution.”
Great you spoke out loud again unless… “Are you a mind reader? Nah…nah if you could read my mind then you would know that Hyungwon and I have entertained the notion of giving you those awful diet aka laxative teas before.”
“I…I’m never going to drink anything you ever give me. Or Hyungwon for that matter.” You relish in the sheer horror that runs through his face. Yes, you’re petty and yes for whatever reason the office hamster is trying to be kind but really you just want to bludgeon your head on this table in peace and away from prying eyes that might report your mental instability to HR.
“Wise choice little man. But we still have our ways.”
“Back onto more pressing matters…so you don’t have anywhere that you can go?”
“Does sleeping under my desk count?”
“Of course not!”
“Then no.”
Kihyun looks like he’s in physical pain as he wrestles with some internal monologue that he’s unfortunately too sober to say out loud unlike you. With a weary sigh, he looks up at you. “My roommate just moved out yesterday, and I don’t have anyone else lined up. You can stay at my place until you figure something out.”
“Why on god’s green earth would I do that? Are you trying to get me to kill myself? Is it not bad enough that I was just broken up with publicly but now you want me to live with you?”
You watch his eye twitch before he gives a deep breath to calm down. “Do you want to be homeless?”
“Good point. Fine, I’ll do it. Save me Kihyun! Oh, my knight in shining armor! Oh, my tiny tiny savior!”
“Great-WAITER!”
“What are you doing?”
“Getting your food to go and hoping that I don’t regret my life choices more than I already do.” You tamp down on any snarky remarks and just look at him instead, the wine allowing you to do so with no shame. You hate to admit it, but Kihyun is attractive. From the small nose, tiny pout to his lips, flawless skin, meticulously groomed eyebrows. It’s a shame really, that he has to be such a complete and total stickler because otherwise maybe you’d-nope, gross that’s totally never going to happen. Ever. EVER. You watch the waiter scurry over and nod as Kihyun speaks before pulling out a check and handing it over before running back away.
“Here.” You fish out a handful of cash and wave it when he just gives you a pointed look.
“Listen, you’ve dealt with enough crap tonight. Just let me get the food. Besides, I’m eating whatever that asshat ordered.” Kihyun pulls out his card and places it back just as the waiter runs back over with a bag of your food. It only takes another two minutes before you’re stumbling out the door with Kihyun gripping at your elbow. Drinking two large glasses of red wine on an empty stomach was clearly not the smartest of decisions, and by the slight acidic churn you’re feeling you’re sure that you’ll regret it more than you already do soon enough. You’re grateful that Kihyun allows you to make the trip back to his apartment in silence, leading you slowly on the short trip with a steady arm. The only thing he says is that he doesn’t live very far and it’s just a short walking distance away.
By the time you reach his apartment you’re already feeling a wee bit more sober, and now you’re not sure if that’s a good thing because it just makes the weight of everything come crashing down. You feel like a complete and total fool, and you feel like a major bitch for how you treated Kihyun for trying to be decent, but most of all you just feel like a failure. Nothing in life can ever seem to go the way that you planned. Your eyes are glued to Kihyuns feet as he pads through his apartment and starts setting down the food at his coffee table.
Not surprisingly his apartment is immaculate. Everything seems to have its own place and you’re pretty sure that you could safely eat off the floor. Various photographs, ones that look professional more than personal, line the walls. His furniture is leather and looks lived in but still in great shape. Clearly, he has a knack for decorating by the way everything is perfectly color coordinated in the room. There are pops of navy blue floating around the living room found in pillows, throw blankets, rugs, and candles. HGTV worthy in a way that you could only dream of but never be able to fully recreate. Seem’s like the office maid is also a mini Martha Stewart.
“Are you gonna come eat or not?” Kihyun is gesturing over to your food before he starts cutting into his steak.
Slowly and cautiously you make your way through the room and stare down at your fettucini alfredo for a minute before twirling it around your plastic fork. “Thank you…Kihyun…” Your words come out small, wobbly, uneasy before you shove a too large forkful of noddle into your mouth and try to blink away the tears threatening to form.
Kihyun stops chewing for a moment, and you hate that he gives you a heartwarming smile. Its a smile that says, ‘of course I’ll help you, you big pathetic buffoon, someone has to do it.’ He chews slowly, head tilted slightly as he gazes at you and while normally you would shrink away from someone staring at you so intently and obviously analyzing from you instead you just let him. You’ve been through enough tonight and exhaustion has stripped you of your defenses. “What did you ever see in that guy?”
“I’d like to know that too. You know, I really thought that maybe he and I would get married someday? We met in college and I knew he wasn’t everything I wanted but I think I just settled anyways. And the older we got the less of a chance to find anything better than each other. It was stupid, we should have broken up a long time ago, but I was too afraid. I don’t think I’ve been in love with him for a long time if I’m honest.” You don’t even look up at Kihyun as you speak, shoving another pile of pasta into your mouth and chewing quickly before you continue. “I’d like to lie to you and say he wasn’t always this bad, but he pretty much always has been. He never grew out of his douchey frat boy phase like I hoped he would. And then I just started getting scared you know? Who would want me? I didn’t feel good enough for more than him so I figured, fuck it I’ll make it work. But neither of us were really happy. I’m actually not even mad about the breakup, relieved really. I’m just mad about the way how he did everything.”
“Yeah, telling you he’s taking the apartment is a supreme dick move.” You shoot a smile at Kihyun before breaking into a fit of giggles.
“You know, you know he seriously thanked me for letting him try anal? Like that was his consolation to me. ‘Sorry I’m breaking up with you but thanks for letting me do your butt but now there’s really nothing else for us.’ Like what even?” Kihyun is roaring with laughter after he chokes down his steak.
“Oh my god, who the fuck does that? Seriously?? Wow. You know, a woman like you can get a hundred guys better than him! No-don’t give me that look, I’m serious (y/n)! That guy will just be something you laugh at in the future. One of those ‘why did I ever think I needed to settle on that idiot’ moments. You’ll find someone else, someone better. And if you ever try to settle for a dick like him again I’ll tell you that he’s not worth your time. I can go all angry dad mode on him for you and be like ‘excuse me sir but I’m not afraid to go back to prison for my little girl.’” You know he’s trying to make you laugh again, but instead, you feel tears starting to spring to your eyes. Kihyun, the man you torment on a daily basis, is being genuinely kind and is just trying to help you get through this. He’s a better person than you, that’s for sure. Surprisingly Kihyun just lets you cry, he doesn’t try to stop you. He does occasionally pat your head and rub soothing circles on your back, but other than that he makes no mention of your clearly crumbling pride.
He flicks on his TV and settles on pulling up Friends and after a couple of episodes and consuming nearly your weight in carbs you’re starting to feel a bit better. You’d make sure to pay Kihyun back for all of this. Quietly, of course. In a way that wouldn’t be grandiose or hurt your rapidly shrinking pride. After the third episode, Kihyun is suddenly up on his feet and silently walking around the apartment. You can hear doors opening and shutting, rustling echoing through the otherwise silent apartment before he comes back with a few things in his hand.
“Here, you’ll need something to sleep in.” He almost looks timid, bashful you might say, as he places the clothing next to you on the couch.
“Thank you.” The words come out just a whisper as you pick up the t-shirt and sweatpants and hold the soft material in your hands tightly. Where would you be right now had it not been for Kihyun? Some shitty motel with a cheap bottle of wine for your sole company? Maybe crying loudly at the table at the restaurant still? “Thank you.”
Kihyun just gives a soft smile at you, scratching his head for a moment before nodding his acknowledgment. “No problem. So the bathroom is the first door on the left and your bedroom is right next to it. I’m going to go ahead and get to bed, but if you need anything just let me know. Feel free to watch whatever you want on Netflix.”
You listen to his footsteps walk away, misty eyes still glued to the white t-shirt your clutching. “Good night Kihyun.” You’re almost certain you spoke too softly to be heard, but you hear Kihyun stop for a moment.
“Good night (y/n). Get some rest.”
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You wake up with the feeling of your skull trying to split itself away from your brain, the headache dulling your senses. You stared up at the white ceiling as the panic sets in until the crashing realization of why you weren’t home settled in. You’d really have to thank Kihyun, especially for the extra toothbrush and toothpaste he’d set out for you along with an entire arsenal of luxury skincare. With a groan, you rolled yourself out of bed and looked over at your phone. At least you always carried a charger in your purse, but you’d have to go back to your apartment today to start picking up everything that the idiot (you refuse to even think of his name) had packed for you. Slowly you made your way through the apartment, following the dulcet noise of what had to be Kihyun singing.
You found him singing into the spatula like a microphone over the omelets he just placed on two separate plates. Clearly, by the sheer enthusiasm and volume, he hadn’t yet noticed you. His face was scrunched up in concentration, little dimples under his eyes showing as he finished off the song. “You have a great voice.” You watched the spatula fly out of his hand and clatter into the sink as he jumped a few feet in the air.
“You scared the shit out of me!”
“Okay, Jooheon.” He glared at you, mumbling something about how he wasn’t ‘that bad’ before opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle of Gatorade for you.
“Drink this, I’m sure you’ll need it.” You stare dubiously at the drink before slowly opening it and taking a swig.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” You slowly make your way over to the stool at the kitchen bar, hungrily looking at the cheese covered eggs before sinking into it.
“Because I’m actually a nice person?”
“Unlikely. Based off of all the calculations I’ve done on you in the last year that doesn’t match up.” Kihyun shoots a pointed look at you as he sits down next to you.
“Well, your calculations were wrong. Besides, even if you don’t think I’m nice, which I am, by the way, I’m not some heartless monster who would watch a friend…albeit a bitchy one…get her heart stomped on and just leave her there to fend for herself. And don’t even pull that tiny savior shit again, it’s too early for that crap.”
You snort but hold your tongue for a minute. “Friend huh?”
“Yeah. I mean, sure we don’t hang out outside of work and we’re usually at each other’s throats but I mean, we’re friends, right? I mean, you never did actually give me that laxative tea so that’s gotta count for something.”
“I can’t tell if you’re just really sweet or really naive.”
“Probably both.” There’s a bitter note to the words, and it makes you want to force him to elaborate but you sense that it’s something he’s trying to keep covered up.
“Yeah, but that’s not so bad. It’s better than being a bitch who was stuck in a shit relationship for six years to a complete moron out of fear. You might be sweet and naive, but I’m just bitter and tired and afraid.”
“You know if you combine us we might make a decent dark chocolate recipe.” You can’t help but laugh, guzzling down the rest of your food in comfortable silence before picking up your plate and washing it.
“Well, I suppose I should head out to my apartment in a bit. Do you have a copy of the key by any chance so I can just let myself in?”
“Oh, yeah.” Kihyun grabs a key off a hook on the wall and tosses is it over to you. Unfortunately, he misses and it falls somewhere in between the fridge and the cabinet. “Fuck, I am so sorry. I need to get better aim.”
“It’s okay, I suck at catching anyways.” You start rooting around on the floor, blindly searching for the keys before finally fishing them up. God, even the crack in between his fridge was spotless. What does he do, move the fridge to clean it once a week? Probably. Oh lord, how you pray he doesn’t make you clean that much.
“Hey, if you want I can go with. I have a car anyway, so it’ll help make the move easier.”
“You have a car?”
“Yeah?”
“You live right by the station though! Wouldn’t it be cheaper to just take the subway to work every day?”
“Probably, but I enjoy having a car. It’s nice to be able to just go when I want to go without relying on some form of public transportation. So, what do you say? Want me to come with?”
You fiddle with the key in your hand for a moment. “I don’t want to interrupt any plans you have.”
“Nah, I was just planning on cleaning and shopping today so no worries about that.” You blink up at Kihyun, twirling the key around before finally nodding.
“'Kay. Well, let me just take a shower first and then we can head out.”
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The drive to your apartment…former apartment…has your stomach in knots. Anxiety has consumed you and twisted you into a nervous mess. You probably should have texted the idiot but fuck it, who cares if you’re ruining his plans? He can deal with your intrusion and kiss your ass if he doesn’t like it. Oh god, oh god what are you going to do?
“Hey, calm down. It’s going to be okay.” Kihyun gives a small pat to your head and you fight off tears at the soothing touch. To think Yoo Kihyun would be of comfort to you. The world is a cruel, sad, obscure shit show of a place.
Your hands tremble for just a second as he pulls into a parking spot in front of your apartment before your willing yourself to move. It’ll be fine, it’ll be totally fine. After all, what more could possibly go wrong? You take a deep breath as you stand in front of the door of the apartment and knock rather timidly before Kihyun just gives one sharp wrap after you. The two of you wait in silence for a minute before Kihyun’s impatience gets the better of him and he tries the door handle. “You brought your keys right?”
“Yeah, give me a second.” You fish around the bottom of your purse through a sea of papers, loose lipglosses that fell out of your makeup bag ages ago, and a handful of pens you’ve swiped from the office before you finally find your keys. You look up to see Kihyun staring at your purse dubiously before you shrug and open up your apartment. The first thing you notice is the two sets of shoes sitting at the entrance. One of the shoes you recognize as the idiots. The second set is clearly a female’s with ridiculously small feet and a penchant for pain judging by the wafer-thin stilleto. You’re not sure what hits you first whether it’s nausea or rage but it’s clear that animosity takes a hold of you the most once you start moving again.
You step through the apartment swiftly, the sound of the idiot and the unknown woman are drowned out by the blood rushing through your ears as you kick open the bedroom door. She’s pretty and young and she’s also the intern you’ve met at his company Christmas party last year. “Really? Really? This bitch?” Your voice comes lashing out in thick dark waves growing in decibel.
“What the fuck? What are you doing here?” The idiot is scrambling under the bed sheets, the girl is staring at you with terrified doe eyes.
“Picking up my shit you nit-wit!” Kihyun rounds the corner at this exact moment, a low whistle coming out as he takes in the sight.
“You were fucking someone else?” Matt, no wait the cheating idiot (he no longer deserves a name), has the audacity to bawk at the sight of Kihyun and it’s around that time that you almost black out in rage.
“You think you have the right to say that to me? I never fucking cheated unlike you, he’s my friend you lying sack of shit!” You throw the painfully expensive flat screen onto the floor before going through his closet and grabbing a fist full of ties that you toss into the toilet. In the midst of all your chaos, everyone is standing (well Kihyun is standing the two idiots are still laying in bed) stock still when you stand back in the center of the room panting. “Fucking help me Kihyun!”
“Right!” Kihyun looks around the room before dashing out to the living room where you hear multiple loud crashes that sound suspiciously like the breaking of electronics and glass followed by a few manic cackles.
“Kihyun, I meant grabbing my boxes!”
“WHAT?” You hear his footsteps before he turns back into the room, she who will not be named and the cheating idiot are still unmoving in a state of shock as you hand Kihyun two of the boxes you found in the closet.
“What did you do with all of my makeup?” The idiot points to a box sitting by the bathroom door that you swiftly grab before adding that he hasn’t had time to pack up any of your books. He watches nervously as the two of you make trips back and forth to the front door with more boxes until you’ve gathered just about everything. She who will not be named tries to slink into the bathroom as you grab the last box.
“And you! You can do so much better than this cheating sack of shit! Don’t waste your time on him. And you, you complete fucking moron,” You turn on your heal to see the idiot shrinking under the blankets like a small child trying to hide from the monster in the closet “it’s not fucking normal to cum that fucking fast all the time! That’s right, for six years I fucking lied because I’m a nice fucking person but let me tell you cumming after entering is only normal for fucking virgins!” With that, you stomp out of the apartment with Kihyun chasing after you.
The two of you organize everything in the trunk before making a drive back that’s nearly silent with the exception being Kihyun humming. Normally his humming at the office makes you want to strangle him, but for once it’s nice. There’s no pressure to discuss any of whatever it was that just transpired back there, and it’s almost soothing to listen to his voice melt with the road noise. It takes a minute to register that you’ve finally parked, both of you still sitting in the car without a word.
“Um, Kihyun, thanks…you know for helping. Also, good work on destroying the x-box and coffee table.”
“The coffee table was an accident. I told you, I have bad aim. You don’t think he’s going to call the cops on us, do you?”
“Nah. He’s a lot of things, but not a narc.”
“Oh thank god. I got all caught up in the moment, it was just so addictive!”
“You wanted to clean everything up right after didn’t you?”
“…yes…”
“You need help.” You shoot a smile at Kihyun, ruffling his hair before stepping out of the car to grab your boxes. Had you stayed a moment longer you might have seen his lips twitch into a grin as his hands touched his hair.
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The weekend was spent with you unpacking the necessities and watching Netflix with Kihyun. There’s a lot that you’ve learned about him over the two days. For one, he sings constantly. And you wouldn’t complain about it if it weren’t for the fact that it gets stuck in your head every damn time. Another thing that you’ve learned is that he cleans constantly while grumbling the entire time. He’s also a damn good cook. And you’re happy to say that unlike at work, he’s pretty chill at home. He’s not constantly bragging or boasting, and he’s a bit of a couch potato like you. He’s also kind enough to not bring up the breakup for the rest of the weekend, and when you break down randomly he just hands you random sweets and a blanket. You’re pretty sure you’ve wiped out his entire candy stash at this point.
By the time Monday rolls back around you’re actually excited to get to work, something mundane and normal. As you settle into your cubicle with a fresh cup of coffee Minhyuk is swiftly spinning his chair over to you. “How was your weekend?”
My entire life is falling apart. The man I thought I was going to marry not only broke up with me but he was also cheating on me. Oh and I now have to live with Yoo fucking Kihyun and I’m actually starting to think he’s not that bad of a roommate. What little bit of sanity I have is being glued together by coffee. “Boring.” There you go, a lie is so much easier to spit out. Also, you won’t be chucked in a looney bin.
“Same. Oh, but man listen to this. So Wonho and I went out to that new gay bar and we scored like 10 free drinks from this totally cool bear because Wonho took off his shirt. You should come with us the next time we go out! Oh and get this-” You glaze over, nodding randomly as Minhyuk continues to speak a million words a minute before Shownu finally comes out of his office to politely remind Minhyuk that he has three different projects he’s behind on.
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The rest of the week tends to amble on much the same way as Monday, monotonous and tedious. And you’re starting to itch with each repetitive conversation. You need something different, you need something to change. Granted, you’ve had a lot of change in the last week. But it’s opened up your eyes to something, the realization that you were just living for the sake of living. Wake up, shower, eat, brush your teeth, go to work, commute home, watch TV, go to sleep. Really what was even the point anymore? You’re beyond apathetic. Too old for this emo shit, too cynical to fall for the hippie-dippie idea of just ‘do what you love.’ Now you’re stuck somewhere in between. Rather lost and craving something, anything, to make you feel alive again. As long as that anything won’t be too expensive. Or too dangerous. Or too annoying. Or too physically exhausting. Which is exactly why when the entire team went out for drinks on Friday you decided to join for once.
You should have known that it was a terrible idea from previous horror stories Hyungwon has told you. He comes solely to watch the world burn as his coworkers all turn into drunk mutants. Everything had seemed fine until you reached the second bar of the night. At this point, Jooheon is speaking only in English and is constantly trying to find ways to rhyme orange. Wonho has lost his shirt or tore it on the dance floor, you aren’t really sure what exactly happened. Minhyuk has been dancing on a column as if it’s a pole and Hyungwon has been discretely pocketing the money that keeps being randomly thrown in Minhyuk’s general direction. Shownu has been in various competitions with strangers, all of them varying in degrees of physical difficulty including the longest headstands that promptly got you kicked out and sent to the third bar.
You’ve lost Changkyun somewhere in the madness, and you’ve been screaming for him as if he’s your lost child until you finally find him hitting on a poster (you’d like to add that the poster was of some foreign film with no people in it) with only one shoe on. Wonho is now clinging onto Kihyun as he sobs about ramen with so much strength you’re afraid Kihyun might not be getting any air. Jooheon has been playing Gucci Gang on repeat while Minhyuk has been trying to blast The Internet over it until the noises have morphed together into some unintelligible and painful to listen to concoction. Hyungwon has somehow found his way behind the bar and is now making drinks for people, none of the other bartenders have noticed that he’s infiltrated yet.
You have a raging headache and your feet are in blisters from all the running around you did to find Changkyun. You feel vaguely out of body as you begin to start screaming for everyone to stop at around the time that Minhyuk starts trying to give lap dances. (You have to admit, he was in the wrong career field. Boy could make a killing off of being a stripper.) Unfortunately, all of them are too far gone to pay attention with the exception of the also painfully sober Kihyun who looks like he’s going to stab Wonho if he doesn’t let go of him.
It just takes Kihyun mouthing ‘help me’ for you to finally make your break. “This rounds on me guys!” You slam down a couple of twenties and use the diversion to grab Kihyun and run out of the bar. Sweet, sweet freedom is obtained at last.
“Thank you! Oh my god, I thought that Wonho was going to smother me!”
“You know, a lot of gals and guys would die happily that way. So, where to now? Do you just want to go home?” You start looking around for some cabs as you speak, wandering down the street slowly now that you’re far enough away from the bar to not be caught.
“Eh, I mean, the night is still young. Besides, I was too afraid to join their league of mutiny to even drink. I know this bar right across from my place. We’re just a couple of blocks away from it right now. What do you say?”
The blisters on your feet say no. The thought of possibly convincing Kihyun to do a couple of shots has you saying, “Sure, why not?” Perhaps you could get him drunk enough to give you an arsenal of secrets to use at your disposal. Then again, you’ve both survived war this evening so by the time you’re finally sitting at the bar with a strong cranberry vodka in your hand you decide to give him a break. (You will never, ever tell Minhyuk and Hyungwon know of this momentary lapse of kindness though.)
“I’d like to lie to you and say that the guys aren’t always this way when we all go out, but…honestly, I’ve seen things get even crazier. It was really nice though to not be the only sober-”
“Kihyun?” Both of you switch your attention over to the woman staring at Kihyun. You see a flash of shock morph into a bitter rage as his jaw clenches. You’d bet your measly savings that the girl was an ex. And a bitch. But the last part is personal conjecture. You want to blame the alcohol for what you do next, but you don’t have enough liqueur in you for it to be the real cause.
“Kihyun, baby, who’s this?” You wrap your arm around Kihyun’s shoulder and give a pointed glare at the other woman.
“Baby? You’ve already moved on? It’s only been, like, three fucking weeks.”
“Well, at least I didn’t move on by cheating on you with my roommate.” Kihyun’s words are angry, and suddenly things start falling into place. That’s why he needed a roommate. That’s why he had been so good at comforting you. That’s why a few weeks ago for the first time he had been late. (Not that you pay that close of attention to him. Nope. You just so happened to notice, and you just so happened to remember.)
“Wow. Wow. You’re such a-”
“I’d step off bitch before I break this glass over your head. Come on baby, let’s go home.” You tug on Kihyun’s hand and leave the bar with her still shouting insults at the two of you. You make the trek back to the apartment in silence, and it isn’t until you actually step through the doors that you realize you’re still holding hands. “Um, sorry about that. I know I just kind of inserted myself in there, but I mean…I get how it feels. We’ve…been through basically the same thing at around the same time. And I just-”
“Thank you.” Kihyun ruffles your hair before suddenly stopping and stepping in closer to you. “I…” His words die out, choked up in his throat with emotions you can’t quite pinpoint swirling just beneath the surface.
“No worries, that’s what friends do right?” You’re not sure if you’re saying that to him or more as a reminder to yourself. He’s just a friend. Right? Right?? His face almost seems to fall for a moment, but it must have been your imagination because suddenly he’s smiling and nodding back at you. Awkward silence ensues and you’re not sure why but you feel a need to break the moment by pulling him into a tight hug and then stepping back. “You know, if you ever want to talk to me about anything, I’m here for you.”
Kihyun nods silently again and gives another small pat to the top of your head before he takes off for his room. Well, that was odd. Then again, that was probably the most normal thing you’ve witnessed all night. Note to self, never go out with the guys ever again.
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Months go by and you’ve fallen into a comfortable routine at Kihyun’s. At first, you tried looking for other places, but rent in the city is painfully expensive and well if you’re honest…living with Kihyun isn’t that bad. In fact, it’s wonderful. And much to Minhyuk and Hyungwon’s dissatisfaction, your new friendship with Kihyun has stopped you from pulling as many pranks on the office hamster. It’s not that you don’t still, it’s just that you’re not out for blood anymore.
You’ve learned a lot about Kihyun. About the type of music he listens to. About how he’s a perfectionist even when he plays games. And how his skin care routine is at an almost religious level. And how when he cleans he mutters the entire time to himself until you join in. And how he’s a dog enthusiast who melts any time there’s one nearby. But there’s still one thing you don’t know much about and for some reason, it constantly plays in the back of your head. Why did that girl cheat on him? How could she not see how good of a guy Kihyun is? And why isn’t he trying to get back out there? A catch like him doesn’t come around every dynasty.
You’ve come to understand why your relationship with the idiot failed. You know that he was horribly wrong for cheating and that he should have left and just said he wasn’t happy a long time ago. But you’ve also come to the conclusion that you hadn’t been working on your own happiness in the relationship enough. You had just at some point stopped trying at almost everything. But Kihyun? Well, he’s certainly not that type. Sure he goes between being either really hard on himself or thinking too highly of himself, but he’s got a heart of gold. He knows his worth, and he treats women like queens. (At least if his interactions with his mother over the phone are anything to go by.)
You’re pulled back out of your thoughts by Kihyun walking back into the apartment and the smell of food wafting over. “Ooh, takeout! Did you get me anything?”
“At first I was going to torture you and get something for just myself, but then I realized that my meal would be ruined by you complaining loudly the entire time. I got you some curry.”
“Awesome, thanks babe!” Both you and Kihyun freeze at the nickname. Perhaps you’ve gotten too comfortable once again. Yep, that’s all this is. An innocent mistake caused by being comfortable. Yup. Nothing to see here folks. Nothing at all. “Uhh, I’m not sure why I said that…I’m uh…”
“Nah it’s uh, it’s all good. Babe.” Kihyun cackles loudly before you see him disappear below the kitchen counter. You’ve noticed that when he’s embarrassed he just kind of…runs out of eyesight. It’s endearing, but right now you’re too mortified by your slip of the tongue to even laugh with him. Babe? Really, babe? God, you needed to get out there before you start seeing Kihyun as a possible interest. Nope, never ever going to happen. Absolutely not. It was just a mistake. It meant absolutely nothing.
Dinner goes by quietly after that, the two of you making awkward small talk while pretending to pay attention to some show in the background. By the time dinner is over you’re taking a deep breath and finally setting up a tinder account. Clearly, you need to start moving on, doing something more with your life. You deserve better than that shit show of an ex, and you also deserve some fun. Life has become too routine, and you refuse to turn into a spinster cat lady with a hamster as a roommate.
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A week later and you’re meeting up with a guy you met on tinder, praying you aren’t going to get murdered by some psycho. You’ve never used dating apps, and while you were kind of leery about the situation the conversations you’ve had with him have seemed pretty normal. Albeit boring, but you were never the best at making small talk so you’ll take some of the blame for that. He’s good-looking, you’ll give him that. But as the night wears on it becomes painfully apparent that that’s all he is. He’s good looking and he’s got a stable job, but the best way to describe his personality is monotone.
“Yes, so anyway, enough about the bank. What is it that you do again?” You take a large gulp of your wine before speaking, and you don’t miss the way he cocks his eyebrow as if to say ‘are you really going to drink like that?’
“Oh, nothing special. I’m an accountant for a salon and spa software company.”
“Does that make good money? If you’re an accountant we could actually use someone like you on our team and I’m sure it would be better pay…” Blah blah blah, your eyes glaze over as he keeps talking. What’s this guys name again? God, you can’t even remember. You forgot after six years of being with the same guy how boring dates could be. Well, to call all dates boring isn’t exactly fair. You’re sure that not every guy would be this boring, or hell, turn into some sort of weird job offer. Kihyun would be a lot more interesting. You’d probably be out doing shots and karaoke by now. Or maybe you’d go to a cooking class with him. Or you might be out at that fried chicken place he swears is heavenly. Or maybe he’d be animatedly discussing the best cleaning products with you. Okay, so that would suck, but you’re pretty sure he would never discuss that on a date. Unless it was with a maid or cleaning lady. Wait, why are you thinking about Kihyun right now? Oh…oh fuck. Fuck almighty, you like Kihyun.
You try to pay attention to the one-sided conversation, but really he’s so busy talking about himself he doesn’t even notice you zoning out. How long have you liked Kihyun? Probably longer than you care to admit. Maybe the first time you met him. Maybe that’s why you always found a way to poke fun at him. You always were shit at being honest with yourself. How pathetic though. You keep saying you’ve grown after a terrible six-year relationship, but you’re still just as pathetic at being honest with your own emotions. Blunt sure, but honest? Well…honesty requires vulnerability and courage. A potent mixture that you can barely handle. And that’s why you stayed around some dude you weren’t that interested in. But what about now? Will you be honest? Will you go for it?
You grab your phone as it buzzes, just some app unfortunately and not a getaway ticket. But your date doesn’t know that. “I’m so sorry, but it looks like my cat just went into labor and I think she really needs my support.” You pull out some cash and slap it on the table before he can respond and try your best to run out of there. You’re pretty sure he’s saying something to you as you leave, but you’re moving too quickly to hear him for long. Cat going into labor? And she needs your support? Jesus, you need to get better at lying.
By the time you’ve finally reached your apartment, you’re in near hysterical giggles. Of all the things you could have said to get away from the date, I mean that’ll go down in history as the strangest lie you’ve said. It’s at least entertaining enough to keep the sinking realization that you like Kihyun at bay. Until you finally step foot in the apartment and come face to face with him that is. He’s lounging on the couch, reading a book. His hair is still slightly damp from a shower and the scent of his body wash lingers in the air.
“Oh hey, I was going to…” Kihyun looks up and stops speaking as he analyzes you. His jaw tightens slightly before he gulps and continues speaking, “I was going to ask you to pick up some food but I wasn’t sure what you were doing.”
“Trying to flee a really awful date actually.” You fling yourself onto the chair next to him and kick up your feet on the coffee table, ignoring the look of disdain he gives you at your action.
“That bad?” You don’t miss the way his words sound a little clipped, slightly agitated.
“Bad enough that I told him my cat went into labor and then ran away.” You can’t help but join him as he starts to laugh, his annoyance melting away. It feels so nice to be home with him. It feels so normal and so right. But it kind of hurts, your heartaches and stomach drops as you gaze fondly at him. Kihyun has been such a good guy to you, and you’re pining after him. And you didn’t even notice it until you went out with some schmuck from tinder. How lame could you get?
“How bad could the date possibly have been that you went with that half-baked lie?” He wasn’t you. It’s just that simple, that’s why I gave him that half-baked lie.
“Well, …he was a banker. I think that’s enough said, right? At least he wasn’t a lawyer though. You know the weirdest part about the date though was that all he did was talk about work, and when I explained that I work in accounting he tried to offer me a job. It felt more like I was at an interview than a date. And here I thought tinder was for random flings.” You hate the way your heart flutters at the smile he sends your way as he ruffles your hair in consolation for your bad date. You hate the way that his touch feels so right, so natural. But you mostly hate the way that you can’t stop dwelling on it and how you know that you’re being a coward by not coming clean. But what exactly were you supposed to say? Hey Kihyun, being roommates isn’t enough anymore I’d like to hold your hand and tell you that you’re super cute and maybe screw your brains out? Yeah, probably not going to go down well. Both of you just got out of relationships. You work together. You live together. The last thing you need is to make things awkward.
At the same time though, you know you like him. You’re both grown adults. If things don’t work out then you’ll move on. But if you just allow these feelings to keep festering it’ll become unbearable. So you take in a deep breath and you finally say it before you can chicken out. “You know, Kihyun that isn’t actually the real reason why I left the date though. I mean, I’ve been on worse ones I could’ve stuck it out till the end but I didn’t exactly give him a fair chance. You see, I kind of already like someone.” You can’t make eye contact with him as you speak, but you can hear him shift on the couch presumably to move closer to you. It’s now or never. “Maybe I’m a complete idiot to not realize it sooner, but the entire time I was on that date I kept comparing him to you. And I kept thinking about what we would’ve done on a date, and how you wouldn’t have taken me to some pretentious French place only to talk my ear off about something as lame as work. And how you definitely would’ve called me out for saying some lame excuse. And I…”
“You like me?” You’re staring pointedly at the ground, still too afraid to look up. Your bravery can only go so far, and actually seeing his reaction might just kill what little of your fragile ego you have left in you. “You…like…me?” There’s a pregnant pause before you suddenly see him in your line of vision, crouched down in front of you and his hands cup your cheeks gently. “You don’t know how happy that makes me. I really really like you (y/n). I mean I think I have from the moment you first sassed off to me. I actually got into a fight with my ex once because when I first started working with you I kept talking about you.”
“What? You didn’t hate me? I was a total bitch to you!” God, what kind of masochistic shit is this? You always knew he had a few screws loose, but I mean, is this his version of some kind of a sick joke? You’re pretty sure it’s not based on his expression. He’s looking at you so fondly, so happily. It’s the same face he makes when he sees dogs, pure joy.
“Well, sure. But it was funny the way how everything I did set you off. And it was awesome how you didn’t back down. I mean you never took my shit, you always threw it back at me. But it was never malicious. It was always very honest. Blunt and to the point. I think the thing I appreciate most about you is that you always say what’s on your mind. I don’t have to guess with you, you just come right out and say it. And it’s refreshing. And then when we moved in and I started to see the softer sides of you I knew I was a goner. I knew you had me wrapped around your little finger. I’ve just been hoping that maybe, somehow, you’d like me as much as I like you.” Silence fills the room, but it’s not uncomfortable. The two of you are just gazing at each other, basking in warm serenity.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Kiss me already you fool.” You love the way he laughs, it sets off butterflies in a frenzy before he finally pulls you into a soft kiss. His beauty routine clearly extends to exfoliating his lips because wow, they’re so soft. So perfect, so warm. At first, it’s feather light, but when your hands cup his face it moves into something deeper. His tongue swipes your lower lip and you taste a hint of peach as they tangle together. His hands weave into your hair and push the two of you closer until finally, you fall in a pile of tangled limbs on the floor, both of you refuse to break the kiss as hands roam each other in a greedy frenzy before he finally pulls back slightly sheepish.
“Sorry, I got a little carried away there. I guess before I do anything else I should probably officially ask you to be my girlfriend shouldn’t I?”
“God, you’re such a dork. But I guess you’re my dork now aren’t you?” Your breath hitches slightly at the grin he gives you as he moves your hair out of your face gently. He’s so beautiful. His cute little mole, flawless skin, sharp jawline. You trace over his features silently as your brain tries to wrap around everything. He’s yours. You're his. And it just feels right. If a few months ago someone would’ve told you that you’d be hopelessly in love with the office hamster you would’ve laughed in their face. But the world works in mysterious ways, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
There’s a lot of ways that you’d describe Yoo Kihyun. An insufferable nag. Confident. Handsome. Great singer. Pretty good cook. A bit of a Napoleon complex. Ridiculously kind. A total softy. A fantastic kisser. The love of your life. Yeah, that’s Yoo Kihyun for you.
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A/N: I know the ending is kind of rushed, sorry about that. I’ve actually had this in my WIPs for a couple of months now and I just really wanted to share it. I hope that you enjoyed it! This was a lot of fun to write.
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Hot Toddy (Requested)
Anonymous said: Hello! I just left a tip for you because your writings are so good and well thought out. I was wondering if I could request a scenario or something where the reader is comforting Jooheon because he isn’t feeling the most confident and they end up having sex due to all the love in the air. 😂😭 I find that to be the most romantic and intimate thing. Thank you! And I look forward to part two of the series with Jiho. 😭❤️
Jooheon x Female Reader
Rated: M for Smut
Tags: NSFW, Smut, Fluff, Mild Praise
Author’s Note: Thank you endlessly for the kind words, the request, and the tip ;A; ♡ This was fun to write and I love Jooheon soooo much, I hope that I did him justice and I really, really, really hope that you like it!!!
Now I have to try my best to look at him when a straight face and not think about this fic when I meet him in a few weeks skjfbsjkfbs.
“Jooheon, we have to go! You still aren’t ready?” You leaned against the doorframe and sighed when you saw Jooheon’s limp form on his bed. He was faced away from you but you could see the steady rise and fall of his breathing silhouetted against the legion of white flurries dancing outside of his window.
You strode briskly over to him, brushing off the few stray snowflakes that had managed to cling to your hair, and shook his shoulder roughly.
“I’m awake. I just don’t want to go.”
You tried to pull him onto his back so you could see his face but he was faster than you, pulling his blanket over his head at lightning speed and leaving only a few tufts of his black hair sticking out from the top.
You sighed again, exasperated, running a hand through your hair and glancing at your wristwatch anxiously.
“Joohoney, what’s wrong? We really have to get going soon. The roads are getting bad and I’ll get in trouble if we’re late again, so will you please talk to me so I can try to help?” You said softly, smoothing your black smock dress and adjusting your thigh high socks before sitting beside him and rubbing soothing circles into the idol’s muscular back through his blanket, grateful for his body heat as you adjusted from the bitter temperature outside.
You’d been styling Jooheon since debut and you still couldn’t help chuckling over the enormous difference between his appearance and his personality.
You could still remember the nervousness you felt when you were introduced to him all of those years ago like it was yesterday. You were expecting the typical male idol, tall and thin with sculpted features. You were shocked, to say the least, when instead you were being introduced to a tall scowling man instead.
He was, of course, breathtakingly handsome. Just not in the way you expected.
His eyes were narrow and slanted and topped by low, sharp brows. His face was broad and undeniably masculine despite his full cheeks and pouty lips.
It didn’t take long for you to realize that the intimidation ended there and that Jooheon was actually just a giant marshmallow. You’d grown very close in the years you’d been styling him and he often came to you first with problems. You’d learned he was actually a very self-conscious guy and you were always first in line to remind him of how great he was when he was feeling down on himself, which is exactly what you expected was going on right now.
There was no resistance this time as you pulled the blanket from him and turned him over to face you. His eyes were puffy and his cheeks were splotchy.
“What have you been doing? You look like a mess.” You questioned, patting his swollen cheek gently.
“Your hand is cold. I always look like a mess.” He huffed, his voice scratchy.
“Now we both know that isn’t true, but when you spend a bunch of time crying you’re bound to look a little worse for wear afterwards. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and ready for the photoshoot, okay?”
You pulled an unenthusiastic Jooheon into a sitting position, trying to contain the blush blooming on the apples of your cheeks when you saw he was only wearing boxers. You’d seen him in that little plenty of times but it still never failed to make your heart skip a beat, if anything knowing his personality only made him more fatally attractive.
“I brought my kit with me so I can just do everything from here, okay? When you didn’t show up I figured something must have happened. Do you want to tell me about it?” You asked as you finger combed his bedhead into a more tamable shape.
“Hmm, that feels so nice.” He hummed in reply, leaning into your touch and igniting the flames on your cheeks again.
“I’m sorry for troubling you. I just...I saw some bad comments online and-”
“Jooheon, what have I told you about paying attention to that nonsense?” You asked, a hint of your former exasperation breaking through your voice. The things people said about idols behind the shield of their computer monitor were downright disgusting and it broke your heart every time that you had to spend time picking up the pieces of Jooheon’s shattered ego because of it.
“I know,” Jooheon sighed, “I know that I shouldn’t let it get to me. I just...sometimes...when I see myself I don’t see anything worth liking either.” He trailed off, staring at his lap in shame.
“Joohoney, how can you say that? Is your eyesight getting worse? Don’t see anything worth liking? Do you want me to tell you what I see?” You whispered, still stroking his hair.
You placed your other palm on his cheek, turning him to face you fully before it joined it’s twin in his hair, massaging his temples with your thumbs.
“I see a smart, kind, talented, and excessively handsome rapper, dancer, singer, writer, and human being. I see someone that too many people wish that they could be. Someone that should always be proud of themselves. Someone that works so incredibly hard and is always willing to go the extra mile for the people in his life. Beyond someone worth liking, I see someone worth admiring. I see someone that I feel thankful to know, and someone that I lo-”
You cut yourself short, trailing off and refusing to finish what you’d almost blurted out in a moment of passion, cheeks blazing anew.
Jooheon’s eyes were locked on yours, somehow shining brightly despite the dim lighting.
“You really mean all of that?” He asked so softly that you scarcely believed he’d spoken at all, still not taking his eyes from you.
“Every word.”
Your body froze when his lips met yours. His touch was feather light, his mouth only barely ghosting over yours with your hands still tousled in his hair.
As swiftly as it happened it ended, and Jooheon’s eyes were almost comically wide as he slowly pulled away from you.
Before he could say anything you were pulling him back, with only enough force that the slightest resistance would have stopped you, and pressing your lips together with his again.
He stayed this time, his hands clumsily finding their way to your cheeks, his thumbs absent-mindedly stroking them while your lips moved together slowly.
His large hands mapped the expanse of your body while you lazily made out until they reached your hips. He tugged at them, pulling you into his lap where you wrapped your legs around his waist to draw him as close as possible.
Your unbroken kiss swallowed the gasp that escaped your lips when his growing erection brushed against your clothed center, eliciting a growl from him in return.
It was like a switch had been flipped and suddenly your kisses were fast, sloppy, and growing in urgency. Your teeth nipped at each other’s lips, your tongues exploring each other eagerly.
His swollen cock was pressing into your clit and whether subconsciously or not he had started rolling his hips into you, desperate for more friction. You could feel your panties starting to stick to you from the slick growing between your legs and you were panting now, clinging to his shoulders for dear life with shaking hands while he moved against you, deep moans tumbling from his lips, his hands holding fast to your hips.
“Fuck, Jooheon,” You gasped, breathless, when he suddenly attached his lips to your neck, sucking down harshly, “Baby, you’re so sexy.”
Jooheon’s lips left your neck with a soft pop and you could feel a gentle throbbing from where he had certainly left a mark.
You untangled your legs from his waist and pulled away from him. His hands found yours and held them fast, fighting to keep you close while he watched you with confusion swimming in his eyes.
You pulled him towards the edge of the bed and he reluctantly followed, his legs swinging over the side as he watched you with apprehension.
“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” He whispered, the perceived rejection making him shy.
“Jooheon...I just want to make you feel good.”
He watched you drop to your knees on the floor in front of him with astonishment, lifting his hips eagerly when your fingers started to pry at the waistband of his boxers.
His cock sprang free, slapping his stomach with a soft thud. Your mouth watered when you saw it. You knew he was well-endowed but he just looked so...enticing. His pupils were blown out and you could see how much harder he was breathing as he watched you.
Pre-cum was already glistening on the head and you couldn’t resist leaning forward and eagerly planting a few kitten licks along the tip, shuddering when you felt him twitching at the contact.
“Stop teasing me, baby.” He growled from above you.
You ran your hands up his legs, relishing every sharp inhale and shudder he made as you inched closer to where he wanted you.
When your hands finally met your mouth you pulled away to admire him once again, running your closed fist along his length, pulling a groan from him and feeling yourself growing wetter by the second, ruining your panties beyond repair.
“So perfect.” You said in a hushed tone that was nearly drowned out by Jooheon’s labored breaths. He was watching you so intently while you pumped his dick in your hands, like he was trying to commit each movement to memory.
You leaned forward again, giving his tip a final squeeze before you replaced the pressure from your palm with your mouth.
You flicked your tongue along the underside of his length over and over while you sucked his cock like your life depended on it, one of your hands massaging his balls and the other gripping his thigh tightly.
Jooheon was leaning back on his hands, his head thrown back, gasps and moans pouring from his mouth indiscriminately.
“F-fuck, baby girl, your mouth feels so good.” He said through labored breaths, one of his hands abandoning its duty to keep him upright and instead snaking itself at the base of your neck and gripping your hair tightly, forcing you to take all of him.
You whimpered, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from how large he was, the vibrations making him buck against your throat as he started losing himself to pleasure.
“I’m so close.”
His words were stilted and punctured by moans, as if to confirm the truth of what he said.
You swirled your tongue along him one final time before withdrawing. You pulled your dress over your head and slid your soaking panties off, leaving your tall socks and bra in place, and reclaimed your seat on his lap.
Your original intention was to let him finish in your mouth but you couldn’t take it anymore, you were so beside yourself with need.
“Is this okay?” You whispered. He was already lined up at your entrance and it took every ounce of self-control in your possession to wait for him to respond before sinking onto his throbbing, waiting cock.
“Yes.” He breathed, his eyes fluttering shut as he finally entered you.
You both stayed still for a few moments so you could adjust before you started moving. Jooheon’s hands were holding your hips steady, guiding you, while you rode him at a snail’s pace, not wanting to rush after how close he’d been to release only moments ago.
The rhythmic, albeit glacial, pace you’d set somehow seemed to amplify the feeling of Jooheon’s thickness dragging along your walls and brushing your g-spot, you could already feel your legs starting to shake with the promise of your orgasm.
“Joohoney...you’re so beautiful. You feel so good.” You whispered, hiding your face in the crook of his neck in embarrassment. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, holding you to his chest, merely humming in response.
His hands started guiding a bit more forcefully than before, his hips raising to meet your own in an attempt to go deeper and faster. You obliged, trying to match the new pace he was setting. His impatience won out and you found yourself being flipped onto your back with him still inside of you.
“I want to make you feel good, too.” He murmured, his voice huskier than you remembered it, his eyes sparkling with apparent adoration.
Before you could answer he was already rolling his hips into you with far better deliberate precision than you could have hoped to achieve. He groped you through the simple black bra you’d neglected to remove and shoved it to the side to free one of your breasts, which he immediately took in his grip, rolling your sensitive nipple in his fingers, heightening the sensations you were already in danger of drowning in.
His fingers abandoned your nipple and found your clit instead, sending jolts of pleasure through you and pushing you even closer to the edge.
“That’s it, baby. Cum for me.” He moaned, his eyes flitting between your face contorted in ecstasy and where his thick cock was disappearing in your tight pussy. He was slamming into you with renewed vigor now, the circles he was rubbing into your clit getting faster and faster.
The room felt like it was spinning when you finally felt your walls convulsing around him and warm liquid drip down your thighs. Jooheon’s grunts and moans were growing louder and more desperate as he followed suit, spilling himself inside of you and mixing your juices with his.
His arms gave out to exhaustion and he fell on top of you, peppering your neck with light kisses. You raised your arm to absent-mindedly stroked his soft hair, smiling contentedly, your other hand seeking out his hand and entwining your fingers together.
The sound of your text message tone broke the peaceful silence and you wiggled your way towards the nightstand where you’d abandoned it, somehow managing to retrieve it despite Jooheon still being on top of you.
Your mind was already racing, formulating excuses for how late you both were, glancing out the window to see if the car being stuck in the snow was plausible, when you slid the text open and breathed an enormous sigh of relief.
Don’t bother coming to the shoot, power outage on the whole block. Taking the boys out for lunch, you two can meet us here if Jooheon is feeling better.
You read the message aloud, giggling as Jooheon rolled over onto his side and pulled you into him, nuzzling you affectionately while he held you in a vice-like grip.
“Tell her sorry, I’m still not feeling too great and I need a lot more cheering up.”
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[WH] YOURS - The series: Chapter Two
pairing: Wonho X Reader (female)
genre: Angst / Suspense
word count: 3.9k
summary: That one phone call will change your life forever. And even though you are very well aware of the consequences, you can’t stop yourself from running right back...
a/n: You are living with a fake identity. Whenever you read Y/F/N people call you by your fake first name.
cover: Made by me.
Picture credit: Official Monsta X
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
chapter index: Prologue | 01 | 02 | 03
“Yours”
One word. That’s all it took for your brain to go haywire and your heart to brutally murder your rationality with the sharp dagger of your raw and unfiltered emotions. Your feet started moving before you realized it. Or rather before you were able to stop yourself.
“I’ll be right there.” You hung up, paying no mind to the nurse. By now she must be convinced that you were some kind of lunatic. Maybe she regretted dialing the saved number in the first place.
But she would never be able to take it back. Because there was no such thing as turning back time. No matter how much one wished for it. No matter how much regret filled one's heart.
Time was ruthless. And it never gave any second chances.
You gripped the phone tightly as you ran towards the heavy exit door that you simply shoved open with the force of your shoulder. The sound of your heels was like gunfire, echoing off the walls of the hallway that would lead you straight back to Changkyun’s office.
Hoseok was in the hospital.
Stabbed. Unconscious. Helpless.
And in danger, since Hyunwoo obviously wanted him dead.
Once your brother would realize that Jooheon had failed, he’d send someone else. Someone who was very unlikely to fail. Especially in a hospital.
He would probably send Minhyuk. He knew how to blend in. How to charm people into giving him what he wanted. Or to disappear completely even in a room full of people.
If you wanted to make a statement with a kill, you went with Jooheon. But if you wanted things to be over without a trace, Minhyuk was your man.
Sneaky. Invisible. And awfully familiar with all sorts of medication that could either cause a merciful death within a heartbeat or make his victim suffer, crying out in pain over the course of hours if he felt like it.
Hoseok wouldn’t be able to see him coming. And the thought alone of him grunting in pain and losing his life made you speed up your steps even further. You basically slithered around the corner as you passed the reception area in front of Changkyun’s office that usually was your workplace. Your hands grabbed a hold of the edge of Soojeon’s desk to steady yourself before your leaped forwards, pushing open the door to Changkyun’s office with so much force that it hit the wall. You could hear the faint cracking of glass but you sure as hell didn’t care.
You could only think about one thing. And that was saving Hoseok’s life.
“Y/F/N, can’t you-” Soojeon jumped up from her seat, lifting her finger at you in anger. “Hey! Are you insane? You can’t just-”
“Shut up for Christ’s sake!” You said, brushing her off without thinking twice before you walked over to Changkyun who was still standing at the conference table, his eyes wide with shock as he looked back and forth between you and his now slightly cracked office door.
Usually, you wouldn’t have lost your cool like that. No matter how annoyed or angry or lonely you were, you were always able to hide it behind a neutral smile, not giving anybody a chance to look deeper than surface level. But this was about Hoseok. This was different.
You held out your hand towards Changkyun in urgency, ignoring the suspicious look he was giving you. “I need your car.”
Your boss frowned, obviously even more confused than before. “What?”
F*ck! You didn’t have time to explain! “Car keys! Now!”
“Alright. Alright.” Changkyun patted down his body, cursing under his breath before he walked over towards the coat rack that was hanging on the wall next to his huge glass desk. “What the hell happened?”
“Emergency.” You shifted your weight from one foot onto the other, eager to get out of there. You knew you were losing precious seconds that might end up saving or ending Hoseok’s life. And you were wasting them because Changkyun had to search in the depths of his thin designer coat. “If you could hurry it up. I really gotta-”
“Got them.” Changkyun pulled out the keys and you came to meet him halfway. You reached out your hand to grab the keys but he held them above his head, making you growl in with anger.
“Hey Y/F/N! Wait a second.” He held up his other hand in a gesture that was probably supposed to calm you down, but it only made you more furious. “I don’t think you should drive right now. Let me call Hongsik. He’ll dri-”
God! Was he for real? You loved Changkyun’s chauffeur but that man was getting old and he always drove way too slow, causing you to be at least five minutes late to almost all your meetings. And this time you didn’t have five minutes to spare. Maybe not even five seconds, depending on how close your brother actually was.
“Changkyun.” You said with anger straining your voice. “Give me the f*cking keys.” You didn’t care about the fact that you’d never cussed in front of your boss, who was eyeing you like you were a complete stranger. You had to get those bloody keys. Even if you’d have to break his damn wrist to get them. Luckily you didn’t have to. Instead, Changkyun lowered his arm and opened his fist. The slick black car key fell into the palm of your hand, the silver trident emblem shining under the office lights.
You turned on your heels and headed for the door. “Thanks, Changkyun.”
“Be careful.”
When you heard the anxious tone of in his voice you almost looked back over your shoulder. But you couldn’t. Your sight was already set on the elevator doors. However, there was something you could do. “Soojeon.” You said, looking at the flinching secretary right after pressing the call button for the elevator. “Help Mr. Im with the documents.”
“Alright.” Judging by the pale tone of her skin Soojeon was probably too afraid of you to tell you off. The elevator arrived and the doors opened, so you stepped inside. “When are you going to come back?”
You didn’t answer since you didn’t know if you were even able to make it back. Because if any of Hyunwoo’s men would reach Hoseok before you did, you’d both be dead.
Instead, you just watched the doors close right in front of you, enclosing you, and leaving you with the feeling of being suffocated and the faint sound of elevator music.
You closed your eyes and let your head fall against the cold metal. Suddenly, that small car key in your hand felt like it weighted at least a ton while the elevator seemed to move in slow-motion.
It gave you some time to think, which wasn’t necessarily a good thing. Because unlike the toned-down and calming music that was softly playing in the background your thoughts were like bullets. Loud. Dangerous. And leaving behind nothing but a bloody and deadly mess that was hard to make sense of.
How the hell had it come to this? Why was your number saved into Hoseok’s phone? How was Hoseok doing? Did he regain consciousness? Was he suffering from the pain? Or did Minhyuk find him already, swiftly ending his life with a syringe, making him die alone?
But even if your thoughts and feelings were in shambles, attacking you viscously with their sharp edges, one thing was painfully obvious: Hoseok was in the hospital, stabbed by no other than the infamous Lee Jooheon. Which could only mean one thing - Your brother wanted his best friend dead.
But why?
Hyunwoo had always loved and adored Hoseok. He’d been his closest friend and companion ever since your father had taken him in all those years ago. They’d been through thick and thin together, defeating dangerous enemies and drinking away the pain while getting stitched up by no other than you. They’d overcome so much together. Like the death of your father, countless wars with other clans or the news of Hoseok dating you behind Hyunwoo’s back.
They’d fought, threw punches and insulted each other. But they’d also been each other’s backbone in difficult times, supporting one another like only brothers would.
So why did Hyunwoo want Hoseok dead?
The elevator came to a sudden halt and you hurriedly checked the level you were on. The underground parking garage. Perfect.
The doors opened and you quickly walked out, unfazed by the amount of cars that had been parked here. You knew exactly where you were going. Four of the parking spots were reserved for the CEO. And luckily they were right next to the elevator. Also Changkyun’s car was pretty hard to miss.
You unlocked the car with the remote on the key and the headlights lid up, as if you’d been able to walk past it without this useless feature. A Maserati Ghibli S Q4 GRANDSPORT. In white. Changkyun’s favorite color.
You despised that car. It was flashy and drew too much attention. But it’s 430 horsepowers would help you get to the other side of town in no time. And that was more important than anything else. So you opened the door and got into the driver's seat. Your hands touched the steering wheel that was covered in black italian leather and you tried your best not to think about the fact that all of this felt oddly familiar. Instead, you started the engine which came to life with a smooth and low purr before you reversed out of the parking lot. It was a little strange, sitting behind the wheel of a car again after two years. You hadn’t been able to buy a car because of your fake ID so you’d only ever used public transport. And if you’d had to go anywhere that was related to work you’d always been in the backseat, right next to Changkyun. Good thing that Hyungwon, your close friend and the Clan’s get-away driver, had taught you how to drive any type of car. Even a bullet-proof SUV. You drove the car out of the garage and onto the street. Once you were on the highway, you put the pedal to the metal, hoping and praying that you weren’t already too late.
You broke countless traffic regulations. Especially the speed limit. But you didn’t mind. Because even if the police would try to stop you, you would be able to get rid of them easily with the driving skills you had. You overtook one car after the other and once you’ve passed the bridge that lead you away from the bay and closer to the city limits you felt like you were on a speedway that lead you right back to your past.
And to some extent it was true. Because this path led you straight back to the man you’d been in love with for so many years.
What had happened that Hoseok ended up in the hospital, stabbed by one of his friends? Had he betrayed Hyunwoo? Had he left the Clan after years of being one of their most trusted and most efficient soldiers?
No, that was absolutely impossible and you were ashamed that the thought had even crossed your mind.
You knew Hoseok better than that. The Clan had been his life. His family. And he’d have rather killed himself than betray your brother or the Son family. He was loyal to a fault. Which was exactly why your father had taken him in and trained him to be your brothers right-hand man even though Hoseok had been a nobody - An orphan without any known connection to the dark royalty of Seoul’s messed-up underworld. Usually, a guy like him would have never been able to enter a family like yours, that had been built upon generations of the most powerful and gruesome leaders the city had ever seen. Usually, he’d have been deemed unworthy of being a right-hand man, and even more unworthy of being your husband-to-be.
But your father had seen Hoseok’s potential. Or rather his fragile heart that had only ever wanted to find a place to call home. And he’d used that good and lonely heart of his to turn him into a soldier for his own dark and pointless war. Hoseok had learned all sorts of fighting and killing techniques from that sadistic bastard. He’d been quick on the uptake, eager to learn and even more eager to please the man who’d given him a sense of purpose and a roof over his head. So he’d put in an extra amount of effort, quickly outshining all the other students your father had ever had.
Including your own brother.
But your brother had been unfazed by Hoseok, accepting your father’s protégé as a friend and rival, because Hyunwoo had always known that he’d be king one day. That the Clan was his. And only his. So he’d never seen Hoseok as a threat. He’d always been his brother in arms. His companion.
So what had happened between them?
You’d probably find out soon enough.
At least that was the thought that crossed your mind when you finally reached the big hospital, that looked as bleak and run-down as any other clinic in the outskirts of Busan.
You parked Changkyun’s car right in front of the ER, shoving the door open before you’d even really stopped the engine. Annoyed by the high heels limiting your walking speed you quickly took them off, throwing them on to the passenger’s seat without hesitation. Then you closed the door with a lot more force than necessary and locked the car that was already gaining a lot of attention by the people smoking outside. However, you couldn’t concern yourself with keeping a low profile. Instead, you headed straight for the automatic doors. You rushed through them, almost stumbling when you had to stop to take look around.
You were at the very entrance of the ER, right next to the reception desk. To your right was the waiting area, with lines of seemingly uncomfortable white plastic chairs of which almost all were occupied by people who either seemed to be in pain or were coughing their lungs out. To your left were at least twenty beds lined up, all of them only separated by thin green curtains that hardly gave any privacy. A lot of people were lying down there, some of them as white as the hospital walls. Others looked almost green.
The ER seemed to be very busy, which was probably because it was the end of April and Busan was haunted by the usual spring flu epidemic. A lot of people were talking, while the phones seemed to ring almost constantly. Nurses and doctors were running back and forth, paying you no mind and for a split second you felt small and lost in the midst of all this, with your bare feet touching the cold grey linoleum floor.
But you didn’t have the time to feel helpless or useless. You needed to find Hoseok. Before it was too late.
You didn’t search for him in the packed ER. It was obvious that he wasn’t here. Instead, you walked up to an older woman who, judging by the pink scrubs she was wearing, must have been a nurse. She had her long black hair neatly put up in a bun and you could see that some strands of her hair had already turned grey. And even though her skin had a youthful glow she had some wrinkles around her eyes and her mouth.
“Where is he?”
The nurse turned around to face you. She seemed calm. Collected. And completely unimpressed by your loud and shaky voice. Instead, she just laid her hand on your forearm, gently squeezing it. “Who are you looking for, dearie?”
Her hands felt cold on your heated skin. How was she even able to touch your skin? You hardly wore any short sleeves, worried that the make-up might come off, exposing your tattoos. But then you remembered. You’d forgotten to put your blazer back on before leaving Changkyun’s office, leaving you in nothing but the midnight blue sheath dress that you’d been wearing since this morning. “Unidentified male. In his mid-twenties. Stabwound.”
“Ah.” She looked at another nurse, who was standing on the other side of the desk, eyeing you with suspicion in her eyes. “He’s Heeyeon’s patient, right?” The other nurse just nodded and handed her colleague a thin patient chart. “Are you his next of kin?”
No. “Yes.”
“So she was able to reach somebody. That’s great.” The older nurse opened up the sheet and took a look at what you thought must have been Hoseok’s data. “First of all, you don’t need to worry that much. He is stable for now. The stab wound was rather deep but it didn’t damage any organs which is great. Unfortunately, he lost a lot of blood since it apparently took a while before somebody found him.” She looked up from the chart, smiling at you reassuringly. “He’s got a few fractured ribs, the fingers on his left hand are all swollen and he has some cuts on his forehead and cheeks but nothing too dramatic. The doctor was very careful in stitching them up in order not to ruin that handsome face of his.”
This sounded a lot like Jooheon’s doing. He always liked to ‘play’ with his victims first. “Where is he?”
“At the end of the hall.” She pointed towards another set of automatic doors, that would lead you deeper into the hospital and probably into the trauma ward. “The last room on the right-hand side. But last time I checked he was still unconscious. The police are on their way to ask the two of you some questions. But you’ve got nothing to worry about. It’s obvious that he was assaulted.”
“Thank you.” You forced a smile while your brain was already formulating a plan. You needed to get Hoseok out of here before the police arrived. Because no matter the city - being questioned by the police was to be avoided by people like you. Especially since you were living under a fake name with only a fake ID.
“No problem.” The nurse closed the patient chart and handed it back to her colleague. “By the way - you don’t look much alike. Are you his fiancé?”
You answered out of habit without thinking twice. “Yes.”
The younger nurse scoffed a little. “Lucky you.”
You cursed yourself under your breath for that blunt lie but it was the least suspicious explanation for you being here. So you simply nodded and bowed a little before heading in the direction the nurse had told you to go. You passed the automatic door and were faced with a long hallway that was seemingly endless. Once the doors behind you closed again, it became utterly quiet. You could hear muffled talking behind some of the closed blue doors. Sometimes there was even a soft sob. But in comparison to the busy ER this place felt like a graveyard. It smelled of sanitizer, tears and a hint of blood.
To you, this was what death smelled like.
But you shouldn’t revisit the ghosts of the past. You shouldn’t let your weak heart drag you back into that grey hospital room in Seoul where you’d first encountered death when you’d only been six years old. No matter how much you tried, the image of your mother still came to mind, staring at you with open and lifeless eyes. But it started to become distorted. And suddenly you weren’t looking at your mother anymore. Instead, Hoseok’s empty eyes were staring back at you.
Your heart skipped a beat and you started to hurry again. You had wasted enough time. Now you needed to get him out of here. It should be easy with him being unconscious. You just needed to steal some nurses clothes and cover his face. Then you’d just pretend that you were taking a dead body to the morgue. Just like in the movies. Nice and easy. Without anybody noticing. And without having to face Hoseok’s hate and anger head-on. You’d get him out of here and into the backseat of Changkyun’s car. And then…
Sh*t. You had absolutely no idea what to do after that, but you would figure it out eventually.
For now, you needed to focus on saving his life.
You reached the end of the white hall and looked at the blue door to your right. Behind that door was your first love. The man you’d left in the middle of the night, only two months prior to your wedding. The man you’d planned a grand future with. And the man you’d loved more than anything else and had never been able to forget.
You reached for the doorknob, trying to ignore the fact that your hand was shaking. When your fingertips were finally touching the knob, you couldn’t bring yourself to open the door.
You knew you couldn’t let him die, but you were afraid of facing him after all this time. After betraying him and walking out on him like the coward you were.
But, no matter how afraid you were - you couldn’t let him die.
And since he was unconscious you’d be alright. At least for now.
So you quickly opened the door and snuck inside, careful not to draw any more attention than you already did back in the ER.
You leaned your back against the door and closed your eyes in order to calm down and to organize your thoughts. You were on the ground floor and at the very end of the hall. The morgue was probably a floor below which meant that you needed an elevator. Maybe the emergency plan would tell you where exactly it was located. You should have really paid more attention to your surroundings when you’d arrived at the ER. But you’d been so out of it that you couldn’t remember a bloody thing. Something your brother would have scolded you for. So you needed to find the emergency plan. It was usually hung on the door. Or at least positioned right next to it.
You opened your eyes to look around. But all your thoughts and plans came to a sudden halt when a pair of cognac brown eyes was staring right at you.
Hoseok wasn’t unconscious. Not at all.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed, pale as a ghost and with his upper body covered in bandages. He was looking straight at you. His face not giving away any emotion as he hid himself behind this impregnable mask of cold indifference that your father had taught him and that you had always despised.
At this moment he wasn’t Shin Hoseok, the love of your life.
He was Wonho, your brother's loyal soldier and attack dog.
And he was looking at you like you were the next target on his hit list.
“Long time no see, Y/N.”
to be continued...
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You Are My Life: One
Why is it you?
I’m going crazy.
What is this?
I think I’ve fallen for you.
[song inspiration: MONSTA X - Fighter + Be Quiet + Queen + Trespass + All In & Jooheon - Rhythm]
| One | Two |
info: lee jooheon x oc
genre: single dad!au, boxer!au, angst with a hint of fluff and smut to come
word count: 5.2k
a/n: so, turns out this is going to have to be a series because I have too much juicy content to fit it all into a oneshot. But, enjoy this first chapter of sweet single dad, boxer Jooheon.
I sat in that stuffy, over the top office building staring out the wall to wall, ceiling to floor windows, watching the bustling city of Seoul with a blank expression. My lawyer sat directly to my right, my soon to be ex-wife and her expensive, over the top lawyer directly across from us. My eyes wandered up to the woman I had thought I would always love, her dark stare tearing through me, just like she had tore through me mentally for the last six out of nine years of marriage.
Joy, my once loving and supportive bride, sat there with a stone face as she looked me dead in the eyes. A picture of pure professionalism and dissociation from me, her always faithful husband. She showed no signs of having ever cared about me, or our two beautiful children in the other room. I could feel my heart breaking with each condition listed off for the final draft of our divorce, my eyes watering, threatening to breach the lids.
They were all speaking, each one participating, but my brain couldn’t register anything that was being discussed. My mind on nothing but my children, who were off in a room designated for situations such as these. My two precious baby girls, barely four years old, and the absolute lights of my life. I would do anything for them, including this.
“Mr. Lee, Do you agree to these terms for the final draft of your divorce?”
My eyes shot up to my wife’s lawyer, his face showing his irritation with my lack of participation. I glanced over the paper that lay before me, seeing one very important detail I did not agree to with every fiber of my being.
“I requested full custody of the girls. Joy does not have the time or patience for our children, that much has been made very clear in the last few years. I have raised and taken care of them since birth. I refuse to let them be carted off to a boarding school, because she does not have the time to raise them herself.
I have a steady income from my gym, and business has only gotten better. I’ve purchased a home already, moved them and myself in and prepared everything. That includes the change of schools and babysitting arrangements for the rare occasion they get out of school before I can leave work to meet them in time for drop off. I will sign nothing until that is corrected.” I stated firmly, sliding the paper back across the table to them.
Joy let out a loud huff of annoyance, something I had become all too familiar with over the last decade. I watched her snag the pen from in front of her, furiously scribbling out the custody agreement, and rewriting it.
“There,” she said as she shoved it back to me, slamming her pen on the table before crossing her arms. “they’re all yours, Jooheon. I’ll take them once a month and no more than that.” I felt a tear fall from my eye, rolling down my cheek and landing on the paper, her scoffing in disapproval at my lack of emotional control.
Why had I stayed so long and tried so hard, just to end up here in the end.
“Mr. Lee, are you satisfied with that? I will obviously revise the child support in your favor, for the first of every month. Other than that, are there any other discrepancies?” the man asked, not bothering to look at me as he jotted down more notes.
“No, sir. I accept those terms.”
“Great. Initial here, here and here, then sign here and we’ll be through. I’ll have the official paperwork adjusted and sent to your lawyer for you to sign, making your divorce final, Mr. Lee.” I nodded, handing what papers I had back to my own lawyer to place into his manila folder. “Ms. Park, I will send you the paperwork as soon as I have revised it, I wish you both well.” he bowed deeply to her after he stood, her standing up right after and straightening her pencil skirt carefully.
I stood, my lawyer giving me the same gesture, then patting my shoulder reassuringly before exiting, leaving the two of us alone. She removed her wedding ring and band from her finger, setting them down in the middle of the table, not a single emotion crossing her features. She had never cared for the ring that much anyway, always complaining that it wasn’t “fitting enough” for her. Why she had continued to wear it, other than for appearances, was beyond me.
I glanced down at my own ring, feeling an ache in my chest as I moved to take it off, placing it down next to hers. A symbol of my broken marriage, my former love, and my seemingly motherless girls. I felt my eyes watering again as I stared down at the rings that once held such meaning to me, my breath coming out in unsteady exhales.
“Once a month, Joy, really? If that’s all you wanted, why did you bother to ask for full custody? You know what those girls mean to me.” I finally spoke, narrowed eyes darting up to meet hers, a look of anger flashing across my face. She shrugged, a smug look on her sharp features, tongue running over her excessively white teeth.
“My mother insisted, despite me informing her that they were too much like you, to tolerate on my own.” my fist balled up in fury, my knuckles going white as my lip curled upward. “I wanted children I could raise up to run my company when I’m gone, not overly sensitive philanthropist. You knew that from the beginning.” I bit down on my bottom lip, stopping myself from lashing out.
“Well, you don’t have to worry about that anymore. Let me know when you want to give up your rights as a parent entirely, Ms. Park.” with that, I walked off, heading down the hall to retrieve my children, my stomach tight with anger.
I knocked once, alerting them that I was entering before turning the handle. I found both of my girls sitting at a child size table, coloring happily together as my mom and dad sat with them. My heart swelled with pride at the sight of them, the tears finally falling from my eyes full force.
“Daddy!” they shouted together, jumping up from their seats as I crouched down, my arms open wide to them. I wrapped them both up in my arms, picking them up and hugging them tightly to my chest. My mother approached me, my father right behind her, sympathy all over their faces.
“You did the right thing, son.” she reassured me, her hand holding the back of my head as she pressed her forehead to mine, tears continuing to fall from my eyes as my dad clasped his hand comfortingly on my left shoulder. “You did the right thing.”
{six months later}
“Alright girls, grandpa will pick you up after school and daddy will be home around dinner time. I have a new client today, so I’ll have to stay a little late tonight. Is that okay?” I questioned, standing outside the door of their preschool classroom. They both nodded, bright smiles on their pretty round faces, deep dimples appearing on their cheeks.
“Okay. I love you, be good girls.” I kissed each one, taking their faces into my hands as I did so. “We will.” Jee replied as Dae nodded in agreement. I gave them one last kiss each, then watched as they darted into class excitedly, giving me a wave before the door closed behind them.
Sighing deeply, I reluctantly left the school, hopping into my SUV and heading to the gym for the next ten hours. It was days like today that made being a single father hard. But, in the end, it was all worth it to make sure my girls had everything they needed.
I pulled up to the back entrance, seeing Shownu’s car already parked in its regular spot, my eyebrow raising curiously. The gym didn’t open until nine, and it was only half past seven. Hopefully it wasn’t anything serious, and he was just there to prep everything for the start of the day.
I sauntered into the back office, finding him sitting at his desk with a stack of paperwork in front of him, music pulsing from the speakers of our shared computer. I slung my backpack off my shoulder, dropping it to the floor near the door, startling him.
“Jesus, Jooheon! You scared the shit out of me.” he proclaimed, his head leaning back as he held his chest. I let out a chuckle, sitting down in my computer chair and spinning aimlessly as he turned the music down substantially.
“Why the hell are you here so early? It’s a fucking Wednesday.” I questioned, stopping to face him, my head feeling a little dizzy from spinning. He raised an eyebrow at me, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
“We’re super behind on paperwork. I thought I would help my “boss” out, by doing as much as I could before opening today. Plus, you have a new client scheduled after we close. I figured I might as well get that shit all straightened out before you’re here late every day.
Why the fuck did you even agree to an after hours session? That’s not like you at all, especially since you gained custody of the girls. Who is it exactly?”
Shownu asked me, his large arms folding over his equally large chest. He really needed to stop working out so much, he was starting to look like the jolly green giant, minus the green part. But, if he kept drinking that green shit he called a smoothie every morning, he might be soon enough.
“Jooheon, who the hell is it?”
I rubbed the back of my neck nervously, afraid to admit that it was a woman. I hadn’t seen her in person, she had called me over the phone and requested after hours sessions. She offered me double my normal price, three days a week for the next six months. It was hard to refuse that kind of offer, female or not.
“I don’t know, some woman called and asked for after hours sessions with me specifically. She offered to pay me double the price, and it’s kind of hard to refuse that when I have school tuition that needs paid every month.” I explained to him, resting my head against my chair as I stared up at the ugly ceiling tiles.
“Jooheon, you don’t have to do that, you know. Your ex-bitch of a wife pays you almost two grand in child support every month. I don’t understand why you don’t put that towards their tuition fees and what not.”
“Because I don’t need to. That money goes straight into their savings account to use for whatever they need when they’re eighteen. Whether it be for college, art school, traveling, whatever it is, it’s there. I feel much better knowing I’m securing their future with that money, then using it now just to make shit easier for myself.” pinching the bridge of my nose with my thumb and forefinger, I sighed heavily.
“Alright, alright. I get it, man. I just–I just don’t want you to bust your balls here all the time, when you could be at home with them. That’s all.” his hand landed on my thigh, patting it gently before turning back around to the task at hand. I carded my fingers through my disheveled locks, pushing stray hairs away from my eyes.
“Give me half of the stack, Shownu. We’ll get more done that way.” I pointed out, holding my hand out blindly to take some. I underestimated how many there were, the weight making me nearly drop them. “Jesus fucking Christ! Why didn’t you tell me we were this behind?!”
“I did.” I made a lewd noise with my mouth, looking around at everything but Shownu as he gave me a look of disapproval, a look I was all too familiar with.
“Oops.”
“Alright, I’m headed home for the night. You gonna be okay here alone?” Shownu questioned as he picked up his gym bag, his large hands holding it tightly. I spun around in my chair to look up at him, leaning back, tired from the long day.
“Calm your oversized pecs, Shownu. It’s a woman, not a three hundred pound professional boxer. I’ll be fine.” I reassured him with a grin, taking my chair for another spin. He just simply shook his head at me, cocking a dark brow.
“If you say so, boss. And they’re not oversized, they’re proportionate to my body mass, asshole.” I let out a loud laugh, making him scowl. “Whatever you say, Incredible Hulk.” saluting him, I made one more final spin in my chair, regretting it almost immediately..
“I’m leaving, because you’re a dick.”
“Tell me something I don’t know, Killer Croc.” he cracked a smile this time before marching out the office door and pretending he didn’t. Letting out a loud sigh, I shut down my laptop and proceeded to go get equipment ready for the session.
To my surprise, Shownu already had it all prepped and ready for me. I knew there was a reason he was my business partner and best friend. I grabbed the wrist wrap and began to wind it around my wrist, palm and knuckles. The doorbell chimed as I was making my final pass on my last hand, so I didn’t bother to look up right away.
“Mr. Lee?” a female voice called, it’s powerful and confident tone surprising me, my head jerking upwards.
My eyes were met with a tall, well toned, black haired woman, covered in intricate tattoos and a few facial piercings. I didn’t hide my surprise well at all, eyes wide as I looked on at her, my mouth agape. I had been expecting a soft woman, looking to learn how to defend herself if the need should ever arise.
This was not that kind of woman.
She commanded the room, her stare intense, but cool and collected all at the same time. The all black ensemble of a sports bra and spandex capris she came in only made her that much more intimidating, in my eyes. All of her well defined areas, like her stomach, arms, thighs and leg muscles on display.
What could she possibly want to train with me for? It doesn’t look as if she needs anything from anyone.
I hadn’t realized how long I had been staring at her until she was right in front of me, her hand out to shake my own. I hastily finished off my wrap, putting the velcro in place, then extended my hand in greeting.
“Mr. Lee, I assume?” her voice was like a knife, cutting through the silence like butter.
“Ah, Jooheon, actually. Mr. Lee is a bit too formal in my profession. You are Ozzy, if I’m correct?” she nodded, dropping her hand from mine, setting her bag down on the bench beside her.
“That you are and yes, it’s after Ozzy Osbourne. My parents were metal heads.” she answered with a small chuckle, a lighter side of her already showing itself to me. She unzipped her bag and pulled out her own wrist wrap, making me notice a pair of hot pink boxing gloves poking out. “No shame in the Osbourne game. Wish my parents had been that cool.” I joked, making her laugh again.
“Do you mind helping me? Either I wrap them too tight, or not tight enough. I’d like to learn how to do it properly.” she explained, holding one of her black wraps out to me, her knuckles, fingers and hands covered in beautiful black ink. I made a mental note of the slight tan line on her ring finger as I plucked it from her palm, holding my other hand out to have her place it in mine. I didn’t want to say anything about significant others that could possible upset or offend her.
“The key to wrapping is to make it solid, but without making it too loose or cutting off the blood flow to your hands. You always start the wrap over the back of your hand, not underneath. This is where people usually make their mistake when wrapping, because it messes with the entire flow of the wrap.
And, you ALWAYS wrap up your wrist first. That’s people’s second biggest mistake that usually ends in a broken wrist. The whole point of a wrist wrap is to keep your wrist as straight as possible, that way the impact of a punch is absorbed through the arm, instead of the wrist. You do this step between three and four times, then finish it at the base of your thumb.
Now, spread your fingers out for me, we want to wrap around your knuckles twice, but if your fingers are too close together when we do, it will feel squished when making a tight fist. We don’t want that.
Lets do your thumb now, but we don’t want to wrap it too tight. Again, circulation. We only need one pass here, unless you’ve had a thumb injury previously.” I stopped, waiting for her response before to moving onto the next step.
“I have not.”
“Good, let’s continue then. We have to anchor your thumb now, to achieve that, we wrap around the wrist one time. Then, we move back to the knuckles with a diagonal wrap, continuing until we have twenty inches of material left, give or take. This gives your knuckles extra cushion and will lead us to the last step.
Now, we’re going back to the wrist for the final time, wrapping it until we’re out of material and down to the velcro. We want the velcro on top, because it won’t get caught in the bend of your wrist, like it would if it were underneath. And there you go, how to wrist wrap one-o-one.” I said triumphantly, a smile on my lips as I turned her hand over in mine, checking my handiwork.
“Now, you try the other on your own, just like I showed you.”
I suggested, folding my arms over my chest as she nodded. I watched her start exactly where I had showed her, her eyes conveying her concentration as they narrowed. She followed each step as if she had done it for years. I had to admit it, she was very precise and intriguing to watch.
“Did I do it right?” she questioned, holding both hands out to show me.
I took them both into my palms, comparing her wrap against mine thoroughly. She had done it absolutely perfect, not one single flaw that I could pinpoint. As I was looking over her hands, I found myself admiring the tattoos on her fingers, the delicate swoops of each letter that was etched into her pale skin.
“Do you have any?” my eyes shot up to meet hers, a smile on her plump lips. “Ah, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.” I apologized, quickly letting go of her hands, shoving mine in the pockets of my black sweats. “It’s alright, I don’t mind. So, do you have any or not?” she pressed.
“Yeah, actually. I have two full sleeves, a chest piece and a some on my legs. I usually cover them for the first few sessions with a new client though, because not everyone is okay with that level of body modification. I like to be sure I don’t offend anyone if I don’t have to, so I wait until I’m sure they’re comfortable with me before I show any of my tattoos.” I explained, gauging her response.
“Can I see them?” her head tilted to the side in curiosity, making a wide grin spread over my face. “Well, I can pull my sleeves up and show you that way if you want.” she shook her head no, moving a little closer to me.
“I’d really like to see them all, if that’s not too much to ask. We’re getting ready to work up a sweat anyway, am I right?” I let out a laugh at her level of boldness, grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it off, tossing it over to the bench her things were on. She stepped even closer, leaning over slightly to closely inspect the ink that littered my arms and chest.
“I know this artist. Im Changkyun, or I.M as most people call him, correct?” my eyes widened in surprise, mouth falling open. “Y-yeah, how did you know that?” her hand reached out and gripped my forearm, pulling me closer as her fingers ran over the lines.
She definitely wasn’t a shy one.
“I.M works in my shop, he’s my best artist. He did these after hours I assume, because I would certainly remember seeing you, Lee Jooheon.” she pointed out confidently, dropping my arm to meet my stare.
“If I answer yes, will Changkyun get in any sort of trouble?” with raised eyebrows, she shook her head no.
“I.M has keys to the shop in order to collect more business after hours if he chooses. I have no qualms against that, because he pulls in nearly half of my business all on his own. I trust him with the integrity of the shop when I’m not around.” she reassured me with a smile as she pulled her gloves from her bag and put them on.
“Well, that’s reassuring. I wouldn’t want him getting into any trouble because of me. He’s one of my closest friends, I’d feel very responsible if he got into any trouble over it.” I explained as I grabbed the focus mitts from the floor next to the ring, tugging them under my arm as I met her intense gaze.
“I promise he won’t get into any trouble. I.M is a good man, and I’d be fool to get rid of him.” I nodded my head in response, turning to head into the ring finally.
“Alright, let’s get into the ring and do some basics for now. You ready?” I questioned once she was in the ring with me, already getting into her stance. “I’m ready when you are.” I lifted my hands up with the mitts, readying my own stance.
“Okay, the first thing we’re going to do is the jab call-out. We want to get our legs moving and start practicing the most important move in boxing, the jab, obviously. I will call out “jab” or even “double jab” as I flash which mitt I want you to focus on. After we get that down, we’ll move on to body jabs and head jabs. But for now, I think we’ll focus here. Sound good?” she nodded in response, her face already showing her concentration and intensity.
I began to bounce back and forth on my feet, her following my lead. I evaluated her stance, her posture and came to the conclusion that she had certainly done this before. We circled each other a few more times, I could see she was getting restless. It was like watching a lion narrowing in on it’s prey, her bright blue eyes always trained on me.
“Jab!” I shouted, her quickly responding, the force of her punch surprising me. “Double jab!” again, perfect response and force. I decided I was going to test my theory of whether or not she had actually done this before and wasn’t just a natural.
“Right cross, jab!” no hesitation with her punches, whatsoever.
“Overhand left, double jab!” another perfect punch was landed, but this time, I swung back. She slipped it seamlessly, then quickly got in her two jabs as directed. I shook my head and grinned, her giving me her own mischievous smile, knowing I had caught on to her. I began to circle her again, her eyes never wavering from me, her guard up.
“You’ve done this before.” I said lowly, bringing the mitts up to my face in a defensive stance before taking a jab, her blocking it without a single misstep. “It’s possible.” she hit the mitt with another double jab, bouncing back away from me immediately after.
“Why do this then? Why spend money on something you already know how to do and why ask specifically for me?” I inquired, her swinging for my head, causing me to duck low and then block a jab following after.
“A little birdie told me that you and I, have a lot in common. Plus, that little birdie also said you were quite the looker.” she shot me a wink, my pulse quickening almost instantly, so I took a head jab and she dodged it. But, she fired back at me, her movements quick, but not quick enough to catch me off guard.
“I’m going to beat the shit out of that little birdie the next time I see him.” I promised, flashing my mitts for her to hit me as she pleased, which she did with a smirk on her lips. “I would say that the little birdie was only trying to help out his friend and to cut him a little slack. Because guess what, he was right about one thing.”
“And what would that be?”
“You are certainly a looker.”
I was completely caught off guard this time and she jabbed at my stomach and landed a hit, knocking me back slightly. I’m sure my face didn’t hide my surprise. She had certainly planned on that stunning me, that was for sure. I dropped my mitts, letting out a chuckle as she dropped her stance and gave me smirk again.
“What do you want from this?” I questioned, taking the mitts off and dropping them onto the floor of the ring. She followed suit, doing the same with her gloves, but she moved to sit, folding her legs under her. Her eyes met mine, giving me a friendly smile now as she patted the spot beside her. I took a deep breath, calming my nerves before taking a seat next to her.
“I just want to get to know you.” she finally told me as she turned her head to face me. “You’re willing to pay double my normal price, just to get to know me?” I asked skeptically, eyebrow raised as I meet her stare. “Yep.”
“Why though?”
“Well, for one, I enjoy being able to support fellow self owned businesses. Two, I haven’t boxed in years and need to touch up on my skills. And three, because all I.M and any of his friends talk about when they’re in my shop, is you and your gym. So, why not get to know the man I’m constantly hearing great things about?” she explained with a shrug as she toyed with her bare ring finger as if there were a ring still there.
“Were you married?” I probed softly, watching as she quickly stopped fiddling with her finger. “You don’t have to answer that if you don’t want.” she shook her head, grabbed her gloves and quickly stood up.
“I have a better idea. How about, for every hit I get in, you answer a question and lets say every five blocks you get in, I’ll answer one. Deal?” I joined her, picking up my mitts and readying myself. “Deal.”
She immediately came at me, not holding back at all now. Her punches were precise and strong, but not hard to block, for the time being. She kept moving, bouncing on her toes as we circled each other, a smile slowly creeping across her plump lips. I made a few swings at her, but nothing I knew she couldn’t block. She darted for me again, this time with a left uppercut and now I knew she was a lefty.
“That’s block number five. So, same question.” I pointed out, holding my mitts back up, having no intentions of stopping as we conversed.
“Yes, I was married.” she responded simply, taking a double jab at me. “Is that really all I get?” I complained, ducking as she swung at my head, dodging successfully. “You have to earn the rest.” rolling my eyes I put up my guard, afraid of what she was going to ask me. But, she swiftly got the better of me and hit me right in the ribs minutes later.
“How long have you been divorced?” she asked bluntly, still popping off shots at me. “Six months.” I blocked the fifth shot at me, readying my next question. “How long were you married?” holding my mitts up, I let her take a few free shots, knowing this could be a sensitive topic.
“I was married for seven years and twenty-seven days.” she huffed out, beads of sweat beginning to form along her brow and chest. “That’s very specific.” I pointed out as I made a swing at her abdomen, her successfully sidestepping it.
“Maybe one day you’ll know why.”
“Maybe.”
We went on like that for a while, she got quite a few shots in, only asking basic questions from then on and I did the same. I think we both just wanted to be on the same page about whether or not the other had ever been married, and I was fine with that. She intrigued me, beyond what anyone had in a very long time.
I had learned she built her business from the ground up after she got divorced, even though it was a risk. The tattoo industry in Korea was still very taboo, but she had made a success out of it and was thriving, which was beyond impressive. I also learned that she had come her nearly ten years ago for a trip, met her husband and never left. She had said this was her home now, there was no reason to go back.
After a good forty-five minutes of this back and forth exercise, I decided it was time to call it a night. As much as I wanted to keep asking her questions, I knew I would see her again on Friday and get my chance then. I packed away the mitts as she did the same with her things, tucking them all neatly away into her black Nike bag. I found myself starring at her, wondering what kind of man she had been married to for so long and then decided it wasn’t working.
“Thanks for the interesting session. I needed that. Still cool with this setup?” she inquired, snapping me from my wandering thoughts. I met her gaze, looking at those piercing blue eyes that almost appeared to be white, giving her smile as I picked up my shirt from the bench and held it in my sweaty palms.
“I’m definitely cool with this setup.”
“Good. I’ll see you on Friday, Jooheonie.”
She gave me a wink after giving me her own nickname, spinning around and leaving me standing there a little dumbfounded. If I hadn’t been so flushed from the workout, she would have seen the blush that crept up along my cheeks. I shook it off, moving to go lock the door behind her after she was long gone. This was the last thing I had expected to happen when I accepted an after hours gig.
What have you gotten yourself into, Jooheonie?
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The meat present |weeklyIdol!au
Monsta X weeklyIdol! au I.M x reader | 1,2k words
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des.: You and your group are up on Weekly Idol as the strongest female debut in 2015 along with Monsta X as the male one. As the main dancer in the group they make you do a random dance challenge at one point Sunmi’s 24 hours comes up and you spontaneously grab I.M to help you out. Somehow this leads to more.
A/N: Hii! i’ve been working on some stuff the last two days since my summer break started like a month earlier than usual, There will be another series coming up! It’s rather leaned on horror. I hope you enjoy this drabble thingy :)
You stood silently with your members behind the camera next to one of your favourite groups out there, Monsta X. You waited for the instruction for you and your group to come in the studio in front of the camera. You stood there admiring the male idols, their hair didn't look real and their make up was blending as well as their outfits were bomb.
“fighting!” came from minhyuk to your right. Caught off guard you smiled and shook your fist “yes! fighting” you slightly bowed. As the youngest one of your group you were used to bow to literally everyone because most of the time everyone is older.
“And we have two very special groups here today! Since everything is about the great year 2015 and it’s success today, we have the two most successful male and female group here, please welcome Monsta X!” Coni caught your attention again. With loud cheers and their current title song ‘Jealousy’ they entered the set. Jooheon and I.M literally ugly danced into the set, which had you laughing on the floor. As the music stopped they stood in a line and listened to Don and Coni. They talked about their new song Jealousy (which issa bop btw) and their upcoming world tour.
“And now to our second amazing group. They debuted one week after Monsta X and battled the charts with them. Please welcome Y/G/N” Your new title song started and you ran into set and started dancing while singing along loudly. Out of all the excitement you ran to the back of the studio and made a flik flak aiming to the front. Loud cheers and screams could be heard as well.
“Y/N! Where did that come from?” Coni laughed as you caught your breath to high five him. “We are on Weekly idol! What do you think I would do?” you laughed as you slightly hugged Coni. You were put as the last in the row right next to I.M.
“So, Y/N you guys just ended the Asian & European leg of your world tour yesterday right?” you nodded, earning a wow from the boys. “We were on tour for about 7 months and we came back from Hong Kong yesterday at about 4am” Miyeon answered and the boys gasped “4 am?” Jooheon whispered to Wonho. “That means you didn't actually sleep, right?” Don asked shocked. You laughed and shook your head “We had some sleep on the flight and on our way here! We are functional” you laughed.
Coni smiled and nodded as Don continued the show “So, on your world tour each one of you had the chance to show your individual talents. Would one of you like to show their talent?” Your members automatically pointed at you and started to repeat your name. “Y/N! It’s you! You're the main dance right?” you nodded and smiled “We prepared a little dance challenge for you. You will hear snippets of hit songs which you'll dance too. If you get at least 10 out of 15 you will get a price” Coni pointed at a basket of meat which was brought in by a stuff. You clapped and stretched yourself to show off a little. Making your joints crack and bend all the way back to touch the floor to earn some cheering.
The music started and you new literally every song played. But as Sunmi’s 24 hours came as the last song, the part of where she's lifted up by her backup dancer was played. Out of reflex you turn around to grab a male human being to help you out. And the male human being is none other than I.M “Just lift me up when I put my arms on my waist!” you say fast as you started dancing the choreo. The others were dying out of laughter as I.M stood there completely shocked and taken aback. He just stood behind you and as you put your arms on your waist he grabbed you and lifted you as high as he could.
As you came down you immediately turned around and bowed to him and fast hugged him to show your gratitude. He laughed awkwardly and walked back to his place.
The result came to 14 of 15 and you won the basket of meat. Don & Coni were on to explain the next thing. But you kind of felt bad for Monsta X as they didn't have a chance to play a game and win something so as you received the basked with meat you took 2 packages of meat, and walked over to the boys who were sitting on the opposite side of you and handed wonho and I.M the packages with a big smile on your face.
Happily you jump-walked back to your seat and as you sat down Don asked “Y/N, it's your price. Why are you sharing it?” you smiled and wiggled your feet in happiness “ Because they didn't play a game and I'm sure they would've won too. And sharing is caring! “ You shot finger hearts to the camera laughing.
“What a sweet soul! Anyways, thank you for watching and tune in for AOA next week!” You all waved to the camera goodbye “That's a wrap!” the director said loudly. You took your basket and walked out of set to give it to your manager with a small “thank you”. You waited for your members to say goodbye to the staff as Monsta X came up to you “Y/N, thank you very much for the meat. That was a real act of pure kindness! “Shownu said smiling as Minhyuk embraced you in a bone crushing hug. “Thank Y/N-sshi, now we can have some delicious meat for dinner” he smiled at you as he let go of you.
You laughed and smiled “It's really no big deal! Since I really like you I had absolutely no problem sharing with you!” you said caressing Shownu’s arm.
The boys left accept one, I.M. “Y/N hi um-h” he nervously scratched the back of his neck. “Hi” you silently gave back being nervous yourself. Did he really want to talk to you? “The thing with the meat was really nice of you-u I umh thank you” he rambled fast. You smiled and waved your hand “It’s no big deal, really” you answered smiling. You looked at him with big eyes waiting for something to happen but it seemed as if the world around you stopped working,like not a single thing in this universe wanted to interrupt your very awkward conversation. “I wa-as thinking, rather asking my-umh-self if you want to go for a coffee sometime” he finished his request with rosy cheeks and trembling hands.
You smiled softly and nodded “I would love to” Swiftly you grabbed a pen from the table next to your right and grasped I.M’s hand to scribble your phone number onto his hand. “Call me, I'll gladly make some time for you” you smiled and waved him goodbye as he stood there absolutely flustered and shy. With a small smile he left and couldn't stop thinking about you.
A/N.: Thank you for reading, stay tuned for the next chapter of desparate to drop in i think 1 or 2 days & the new horror series to start :) Until later bye bye
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boyfriend!au kihyun
so the thing about kihyun is that he lives a few doors down your house
but you never knew him personally
he’s been there all along since high school years but now you’re both off to different college
bUT you and kihyun always take the same bus route to college except that he stops a station before yours to transit
it’s been like that most of the days, watching over him on the bus
he’s never on his phone when he’s on the bus sometimes he’ll be reading or if he doesn’t read, he’ll put his earphones on and stare out the window
you know that he knows you because once in a blue moon he’ll smile at you
and you’re like looking all over the bus to see if there’s anyone else that he might be possibly know……….but there’s no one
and your heart…………………….shakes………………..dies
kihyun also always busk with his friends and sometimes you’ll stop by to listen to him singing
because tHANK GOD THAT VOICE IS ONE HELL OF AN ANGEL’S VOICE
but of course you’re like hiding to not make yourself visible because you’re gonna end up looking like a creep if he sees you
alright the thing you’re always upset about is that you and kihyun never have any proper conversation like in high school he’s the art student and you’re the science student
so you never had any class together
the only way he knows you is because you and him are from the same neighbourhood
sometimes he’ll ride the bus with his close friend but one day he rides with a girl
and that girl is pretty like…………….you see the way kihyun’s bright smile when he laughs……………..and that girl did that to him……………………
you wish you were her
like hoW THE HELL can’t you make any move to start any conversation with him first
but then the devil whispers “if he’s into you he’ll do that years ago already”
of course you being you would 13/10 listen to the devil
so one day your friends were planning to go camping at one of the reserved forest so you agreed to join then one of them say “oh, there’s probably gonna be more people coming along” so you’re just like ok
so when the day comes, you and your friends were waiting at some bus stop because you decided to carpool with “the other people coming along”
so when they arrive it was a bunch of guys you know from the other college and suddenly……..you see that bright smile………kihyun……….is coming along
then you’re like “why didn’t you tell me he was gonna come”
then your friends are like “where’s the fun in it if i were to tell you sooner?”
and you’re like silently praying to god to strengthen your weak heart for the next four days
thank god you didn’t have to carpool in the same car with him because it would be hella awkward because most of the people there know about your tiny lil crush on kihyun
so when you arrive at the camping spot the leader divides the task equally to all of you guys
the leader is your friend who also happens to know about your crush on kihyun
so needless to say, he pairs you up with kihyun to find firewood and set up the campfire
you were like very shy and then he said “y/n, right?”
then you’re like “yeah……………”
while you guys were doing the task he was like “we should talk more” and “next time we ride the bus we should talk”
that night you guys talk about a lot of things and you get to know each other more
which resulted into you falling into him more
normally people would sing classic campfire songs but of course, kihyun would start singing rihanna’s songs and everyone would sing along
that was the moment you see him in the slow-mo
when the camp ended you guys exchange numbers
well you kind of exchange numbers with everyone you just knew but you got his number too lol
and then he’s like “next time don’t be shy to say hi on the bus”
so you’re like hmm sure
so after the camp, whenever you ride the bus and kihyun were there you guys would sit next to each other, talking about each other’s life and crisis
you guys have gotten very close that you guys walk with each other home
one day you saw a meme on the internet and decided to try it on kihyun
you were walking side to side on the way home and you’re like “kihyun?”
“hmm?”
“let’s date so you can sing to me all day, i’m joking but not really”
he stays quiet and you could hear your heart crashing like tHATS SO MEAN
and you’re starting to walk slower than him so you’re walking behind him
then he sees the change of mood so he intertwines his hand with yours
but he still stays quiet tho and it’s kind of upsetting
when you finally arrived your home you pull your hand away from his and ready to say goodbye
then he pulls you into his embrace and rest his chin on your head and said “well, let’s date so i can sing to you all day”
then he crashes his lips onto yours but you can’t help but to smile in between the kiss
so that night he facetimes you just to sing you to sleep but of course with all the butterflies in your stomach you can’t fall asleep and he’s the one to fall asleep first
and he’s like so peaceful when he’s sleeping you feel like kissing his face
the first time he asks you out to the first date he said he’ll pick you up at your house
but he picks you up at your house and brings you over to his house
you thought he was gonna bring you to eat so you wear casual clothes
so you change into his shirt and he loves it when you wear his shirt
his ideal date with you is to snuggle into each other’s arms while watching movies
so you guys watch the maze runner movie series while cuddling with each other
when it’s past midnight and both of you are hungry, he’ll cook you ramen
before both of you go to sleep, he loves to give you forehead kisses before saying “i love you”
sometimes when the exam season is coming up, he packs you lunch boxes and meet up at a park near your college to make sure you eat your lunch
and he records himself singing your favourite songs and burn it into a disk for you
heck even when it’s your birthday he gets you one of those teddy bears which can talk but he replaces it with his voice singing the happy birthday song
if you guys argue you’ll tell him “go away”
well, kihyun being kihyun he’s like “okay fine” and leaves but you will quickly grab his arm like “i didn’t mean that go away”
you love to play with his hair and he’s like giving you the look but you can’t help but to keep messing them up
which led to him messing your hair even more
kihyun doesn’t mind kissing you or holding your hands in front of his friends or your friends
sometimes he does that unknowingly
whenever he’s going to busk with his friends he tells you the location so you could come
one time he speaks into the mic “this song is dedicated to the woman i love, y/n i love you!”
and everybody claps their hands and the other girls around you come up to you and said you’re so lucky
well, you are lucky like don’t let him go
find more from this series: boyfriend!au shownu, boyfriend!au wonho, boyfriend!au minhyuk, boyfriend!au hyungwon, boyfriend!au jooheon
boyfriend!au i.m coming up soon!
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Unbelievable Part 1-- Wonho
Anon asked: Can I request a mini series? WolfWonho! HumanReader Au? Wonho finds out that his soulmate is a human and is confused as to how a human can be his soulmate.
Pairing: Lee Hoseok (Wonho, Monsta X) x Reader
Genre: Wolf and Human soulmate AU
A/N: The next member of Monsta X to have a soulmate au!! Now this one took a little bit of time to figure out and it’s still a work in process so it’ll be something a little bit different from how Marked worked. I hope you end up enjoying this series much like Marked! There will be soulmate au’s for the other boys too so please be paitent as I write each one :3
~Admin Des
Since the day of their discovery, wolves and humans lived together in harmony. It had been many years ago, a lone small wolf was tired of hiding so he came out to the world. Humans at first didn’t take kindly to it. There were a few outburst, rage, attacks of each species until one day it was decided that they would live amongst each other in peace. Each specie had its own split of the town, wolves lived on one side, humans the other. There was a small central area where both could spend time and reside, however it was unlikely for a human to be in wolf territory and vise versa. However as the years went on some wolves used their strength to scare and tower over humans, even with the peace kept certain wolves and humans didn’t get along.
You didn’t care for any of the chaos and drama that was the difference between species. There was a lot of protest for wolves to be sent away, locked away or even killed. Sighing, you had chose to ignore it all. You didn’t exactly like wolves, but you didn’t wish death upon them. You had met a few in your past, to the point where you had actually had a friend or two that were wolves. Even having some as friends your human friends had disapproved.
“Look I get that you’re ‘friends’ but that doesn’t excuse how they have been in the past.” You friend Yeri explain as she started to stir her drink around.
You huffed. “What do you have against them? I just want to know? I mean sure some can be absolute dicks, but what did they do to you.”
“They haven’t done anything yet, but they could.” She brought her drink to her lips, staring out the window of the coffee shop.
“Doesn’t make them bad, but you do you.” You picked your drink up to your lips following her eyes out the window. The two of you had gone to the town central, where both wolves and humans would reside. Currently across the street at the park there was a protest going on, a small group of humans rallying for wolves to be sent away. You shook your head and rolled your eyes. “Look I’m going to go meet up with Hyungwon so don’t keep up.” Before giving her a chance to respond to you, you had risen to your feet and left the cafe. You walked down the street, past the protesters, and went over to the small book store across the way. Hyungwon had asked you to meet you here at around roughly 5 o’clock. It was ten minutes till so you decided you’d walk around the store and see if anything peeked your interest.
Walking around the store you found a few books here and there that you stopped to look at. You pulled a book off the shelf and started to flip through the pages. After a few minutes of looking this book over you felt a light tap on your shoulder. You stopped and looked up. “Hey.” Hyungwon smiled.
“Hey, how are you?” You put the book down.
“Ah you know, dead on the inside, mainly because of the protesters out there.” He nodded at the window, you turned around to see that the protest had gotten bigger.
You sigh. “Well then. Shall we head off then?” Hyungwon nodded as he turned and lead the way out of the store. He had lightly told you some ideas he had in mind, mainly he want you to meet the other friends he had. You could only think of was how much shit Yeri was going to give you later for making more friends with wolves. She didn’t have to know.
The two of you came to a small table in the back of a restaurant where three others sat. “Oh hey Hyungwon, who’s this with you.” A boy with blonde hair spoke smiling at you.
“This is (Y/N).” Hyungwon gestured towards each of them. “Blondie is Jooheon, the brunette sitting next to him is Changkyun and that weird dark haired one is Minhyuk.” You chuckled about Hyungwon’s way of introducing each of the boys.
“Don’t have to be so rude.” Minhyuk pipped in.
“I’m just being factual.” Hyungwon stated as the two of you took your seats. You reached over and grabbed a menu, hoping to figure out something to eat.
“What can I get for you?” Someone spoke above you, you jumped looking up and meeting eyes with the waiter.
“Uh, I’ll just have some ramen.” You randomly decided, distracted entirely by his features.
He started to jot it down before smiling. “I love ramen, good choice.” He looked at Hyungwon. “For you?”
“The same.” Hyungwon answered closing his menu and handing it off to him. The waiter smiled and nodded, jotting down Hyungwon’s order before leaving. “I’m assuming you guys must have already ordered?” The others nodded. When Hyungwon’s attention went back to you, you had kept looking off in the direction of where the waiter went, deep down you felt something when he had looked at you, but you shook it off, looking back at Hyungwon.
When you saw him staring back at you, you froze. “What?”
“You know the thing about wolves is that they have a soulmate that they’re connected to right?” Hyungwon spoke with careful words.
“They meet their soulmate when they first touch, blah blah blah, I know Hyungwon I know.”
“Don’t go falling for him then, it’s only going to hurt you, ya know, being human and all you have no real chance.” You reached over and smacked him. He lightly chuckled at you before turning his attention to the rest of the table.
The rest of lunch went by fairly quickly, you guys all made jokes, told weird stories, you learned more about the lifestyle of a wolf and so on. Shortly you paid for your food and the five of you left, heading off to elsewhere. Half way down the street there was shouting from behind, you all decided to stop and turn around to see the waiter from before running towards you, waving something in his hand. When he finally caught up he walked to you. “You forgot your card.” He handed it towards you.
“Oh, well shit that’s important, thank you.” You smiled reaching out to take it. When taking your card back your fingers touched, causing both of your eyes to widen.
“How?” He muttered softly, your eyes widen when it clicked in your head what was going on. Hyungwon noticed the situation and decided to step in between the two of you.
“Well thank you, we should be going, come on (Y/N).” He started to shove you away from the waiter, who’s name you never learned, urging you to move forward. You kept looking back every now and again, while Hyungwon kept pushing you forward. Once you were at a far distance he stopped you and had you stand in front of him. “(Y/N), this is very serious, did you just then feel something?”
You carefully brought your eyes over to meet his gaze. Slowly you nodded. “Am I not supposed to?”
Hyungwon quickly shook his head. “No, you’re not supposed to you’re a human, you can’t possibly be soulmates with a wolf.”
You sat there in confusion taking in what Hyungwon had just said. “Soulmate?” Truth be told you never fully understood anything about the whole soulmate thing with wolves, you just knew a human and a wolf could never be soulmates, you never really knew why they couldn’t. Looking around you felt weird, sweaty almost. “Hyungwon what’s going on?”
“Your body is reacting to you having a soulmate now, never thought I would see this being a thing.” He looked over to the others. “What do you think we should do?”
“Clearly you can’t keep them away now, so let’s bring him to your home and see what happens?” Minhyuk suggested.
“We should get a hold of Hyunwoo, he’d be the best person to have here when all of this is happening.” Jooheon mentioned.
Hyungwon nodded. “Then you get in contact with him, Minhyuk you and Changkyun go back and get the waiter, I’ll take (Y/N) to my home, everyone meet there.” Minhyuk, Changkyun and Jooheon nodded each heading off to do what they were told, while Hyungwon took a hold of your hand having you follow him. Still feeling off, as you got dragged down the street, you had no idea what everything meant, but how is a human supposed to be a soulmate to a wolf?
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Soulmate!au Series | Jooheon
Pairing: Jooheon x Reader
Summary: Everyone got their entire life to get ready for the day they were going to meet their soulmate, except for you, whose soul clock has been reset since you were born.
Words: +1,9k
Every morning you woke up with the sunlight in your eyes, the yellow-ish strings touching and warming your skin. Eyes slowly opening and, as soon as they focus, meeting the big frame on your wall.
“Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.” Lao Tzu
Those words soothed your soul and mind for a while, until you looked to the little red numbers on your skin. Where it was supposed to be marking the time until you meet your soulmate were a bunch of zeros.
Is your soulmate dead? Do you even have one? Did you already met them and haven’t noticed?
The questions filled your mind every day since you can remember. And ashamed of your “condition”, you hid the soulmate mark under a large real watch.
A shiver ran down your spine as you felt the soft and fluffy tail of your cat touch your skin as feathery as the winter wind.
“‘Morning, lollipop” you played with his ears, caressing his soft fur and earning a loud and soothing purr. “Are you hungry?” he meowed and you laughed. “C’mon, moma will feed you” another shiver went up your spine as your warm feet touched the cold tiles of your room, and you cursed yourself for not having bought a carpet yet.
The grey cat followed you along to the kitchen, waiting for you to fill his bowl with the food so you could finally do something for yourself. You decided on your usual egg roll and black coffee, taking your time before falling on the rush of Seoul.
You entered the Starship building greeting your coworkers as well as some trainees and idols that were there and walking straight up to your office.
“Good morning people” you smiled to the people there, that greeted you back, your best friend hugging you.
“Good morning, Y/N” Sooyoung said happily, her smile wide in the thin lips of her. “Boss said he’ll be coming over for a meeting at 10 am”.
“I don’t know why you keep calling him boss” your bags thudded on your table. “He’ll be your husband in a few months” she shrugged. “And I still don’t know why you’re still my PA when you can literally be one of the bosses of our department”.
“I like working with you. Besides, if I went to boss things up, you’d go with me-”
“And this department needs you” your boss arrived and ruffled your hair, it was incredible how he loved to treat like a kid even though you were already 24. “How’s the brainstorm?” he asked you, sitting in your chair and the you noticed three of the seven Monsta X members. You waved at them happily, after so many years working there, you grew a soft spot for them.
You, your boss, Shownu, Kihyun, Changkyun and other people from your team spent the whole morning and good part of the afternoon discussing the concept and the visuals for their up and coming comeback, only stopping to eat the takeovers Sooyoung brought.
“I think that we should mix it up a little bit” Changkyun spoke, holding two of the concept boards. “I don’t know, maybe make it a little more urban and edgy rather than dark”.
“Like the one we did for our last Japanese comeback?” Kihyun asked and the maknae nodded. You analysed the boards in front of you as well as the lyrics and meanings. “Call Jooheon and Wonho, they helped produce the album” the boy nodded and sent a message in his phone.”
In a matter of minutes, the two known faces arrived and took their parts in the discussion, expressing their thoughts over the ideas.
Your eyes tried to concentrate on that creative mess in front of you but they unconsciously traveled over the face of the so well-known boy. You and Jooheon were born in the same day, the same hospital, with a difference of seconds, making him older than you - which was enough for him make fun of you and try to piss you off.
Ever since then, your parents became friends, consequently, you two too. Jooheon has been in the most importants parts of your life and you on his. When he became a trainee, when he took part in the survival show, the debut, every single bit of his life you were there. It was more than clichè to tell you’d fall for him, but can someone blame the heart?
Yes, you can. And you did. Every single day of your existence.
Because while you were there, with your soulmate clock stopped, his was counting. He had someone. And it wasn’t you.
“Y/N? Y/N~ah!” you woke from your daydreams with Sooyoung shaking you angrily. “Are you okay? What do you think of this?” you nodded and smiled, just letting an I think that’s great almost inaudible. “Then that’ll be!” the woman clapped her hands excitedly, being followed by the others in the room.
Everyone started to either dissipate from the room or talk to each other about the work to be done from then on. You just wanted to go home, put your feet in a nice and warm bucket of water and stuff your face with pasta and wine, when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You didn’t have to look to know to who that gripped belonged to.
“You. Me. My place. Movies and food.” he said excitedly pointing from you to him. His brown eyes shining galaxies that made you never wanted to stop looking at it. “Oh! And I won’t accept a no as an answer” you rolled your eyes and sighed. You could be 50, 60, and still would act like kids with each other. “Yah! C’mon, Y/N! I’ve finished everything for the comeback, I’m finally free and I want to spend some quality time with my bestie”.
“Kyunnie! I think Jooheon is talking to you” you called the youngster, earning a laugh from the boy in front of you. “Are you serious right now?” he nodded and nudged to your sides, basically cuddling you. He always did that when he wanted attention. “Ok. But I’ll go home first and take a shower and change” he nodded and kissed the tip of your nose, running away from somewhere you didn’t know. “He’s nuts”.
It was almost 8 pm when you parked your car in front of the condominium, giving it to the car keeper of the fancy place.
“Hey!” Jooheon greeted you with a hug, even before you rang the bell. “I saw you coming from the cameras” you giggled at him. You absolutely loved this silly and caring way he had. After all, that’s one of the reasons that made you fall for that man.
Stopping to analyze all the situation, the main reason that you fell for Jooheon is that you allowed yourself too. You never had anyone to wait for, never spend your days dreaming about how your soulmate would look or how they’d be. You had enough time to pay attention to the tiny details of the man you trusted and cared the most. The little things that made Jooheon himself.
You only wished you could understand why you were different from everybody else and why your soulmate couldn’t be your true soulmate, the one you chose.
“What will we do tonight?” he asked pulling you to the couch perfectly placed in the center of the room.
“You were the one who invited me. You decide” his arms hugged your waist and pulled you to snuggle on his chest, which you gladly did, hugging him back and hearing his fast heartbeat. “Are you okay, Joo?” he only nodded, his hands caressing your hair like the rarest feather from a phoenix.
“Y/N…” his voice came as a whisper, loud enough only to travel slowly to your ears.
“Jooheon”
“I have something to tell you” the chill that ran down your spine the day you saw him shirtless was nothing compared to the one you felt that moment. Every single pore of your body was awaken. Those simple words made your heart to beat at the same pace his own and, only then, you could tell it was because he was nervous.
You nodded after a while, waiting for him to say something. The boy lifted his and your body, eyes meeting too close for comfort. His right hand pulled his left sleeve, revealing his soulmate clock, the remaining time almost ending.
“Joo-” you could feel your heart traveling from your chest to your mouth then coming back. With a swift movement, he took his clock out. revealing another one underneath. Your eyes blinked quickly, trying to assimilate everything. “What’s… What the fuck, Lee Jooheon?” you screamed, louder than you wanted.
“The company gave me a fake clock the moment I entered so I could figure it out what was wrong with me and my soulmate” you listened carefully to the boy in front of you. “I never really cared about it, I didn't have time for it after all. But the fake clock was running and time getting tighter, so I had to figure it out what to do, especially with monbebes already knowing about my clock” he sighed, holding your hands on his.
“That means you already met your soulmate?” the question was low, the pain in your heart being too much. His clock was reseted. The zeros adorning his arm.
“My clock always showed zeros. I can’t remember one day it had numbers on it. I didn’t know what was the problem until my mom realized. My clock never worked because I already knew my soulmate. I always did. Our clocks didn’t work because we met each other the moment we were born” you blinked a few times, too much information to handle.
“So… Me and you are…” he nodded.
“I guess, but there’s only one way to know for sure” his body came closer than already was, chests close, knees brushing each other, foreheads touching and the hot breaths mixing it with each other. You closed your eyes and waited. His soft lips ever so gently touched yours, just enough to tickle the muscle and make your body shiver even more than it already was. You were the one who closed the space between your bodies, hand holding the back of his neck and pushing his head torwards yours.
As soon as your lips finally met, an eletric wave ran from your lips to your wrists. The numbers burning your skin, the forms changing to become each other's name. Your fingers gently touched the red-ish name imprinted in his skin. The tears threatening to scape your eyes as you felt your whole body warm up.
“I love you” the words came so easily out of his lips, like they were waiting on the tip of his tongue for so long to be spelled out. “I’m more than happy to know that you are my soulmate” his nose caressed yours, arms wrapping you up in a tight hug. “I love you so much, Y/N”.
“I love you too, Joo” it felt so good saying those words with the real meaning. “The only bad part is that we won’t have all that cute fluff shit of getting to know each other” you pouted.
“Says who?” he left your embrace and got on his feet, you following along. “Hi, I’m Lee Jooheon. Your soulmate” you laughed at his silliness. “Nice to meet you”.
“I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you too” you shooke his hand, but quickly enough he pulled to another kiss.
And another.
And another.
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Told You So
Series: Monsta X 8th Member AU
Pairing: M.I/Youngjae; M.I/Jooheon
2015
“Hey! Im Chanmi! Come here!” Shownu waves Chanmi over to where he’s sitting in the living room with seven other boys. Not their boys. Not Monsta X. These guys are completely and totally-
“Got7!” Chanmi blinks in shock, perching herself on the arm of Shownu’s chair. He drapes his arm around her waist and watches her face closely. Around new people she can become quiet and closed off. Shownu learned quickly her emotions are all in her eyes. When she’s happy they turn into soft crescent moons. When she’s in one of her playful moods they have a mischevious sparkle. When she’s sad they’re dark and stormy like the night sky.
“Chanmi, these are my old friends,” Shownu tells her.
“The ones you used to train with.”
He nods just in time for Chanmi to stand and bow respectfully. Shownu pulls her back down by the back of her shirt. “No need to be so formal.”
“That’s not what you told me yesterday when you said they were coming over. You said-”
Shownu covers her mouth with an embarrassed chuckle. “Chanmi likes to make things up.”
“No I don’t!” Her words come out muffled against his large palm. It’s only when she runs her tongue all over his hand that he takes it away. She settles back against Shownu with a pleased smirk. “Either way, it’s nice to finally meet all of you.”
Chanmi knows each and every member or Got7 and has since their debut. She’s followed them closely for a few years now, so when she notices Youngjae watching her out of the corner of her eye she can’t stop the blush that creeps its way up her neck and to her cheeks. There’s no denying he’s cute. And the way he sings? Chanmi just melts every time she hears his voice. Then there’s his smile that Changkyun knows better than to bring up. Youngjae is Chanmi’s ideal type wrapped up in one nice little package.
“Right Chanmi?” Shownu nudges her gently with his shoulder. She blinks at him with a shocked expression. “You and your brother are working on new songs, right?”
“Oh, uh, yeah.” Chanmi nods. “There’s one especially that we’re pouring a lot of work into, but it just doesn’t feel right.”
“Youngjae is a great writer,” JB offers. “Maybe he can help you out with it?”
Youngjae perks up a little, a happy smiling breaking out across his face. “I would love to.”
2017
“Oh my God, Chanmi!” Wonho’s bag slides off his shoulder, his mouth agape as he looks around their living room.
“What?!” She bursts through the door, struggling with the rest of their luggage. “Oh, and thank you so much Hoseok for all your help. Are those muscles just for show?”
Wonho holds up a finger. “First of all, of course they’re just for show. Second of all, you need to build up your strength anyway.”
“Fuck off,” she mutters.
“Third of all, and most importantly, your boyfriend’s been here.”
Chanmi looks confused before Wonho grips her chin and turns her head to the living room. The whole room is covered floor to ceiling in the most gorgeous red roses she’s ever seen in her life. She takes careful, measured steps, still in utter awe of the scene in front of her. The rest of the boys file in the room behind her and Wonho.
“Youngjae did this?” Her voice is filled with love struck awe.
Changkyun picks up a card off the coffee table, shoving it in Chanmi’s face. “Apparently. You need to hang on to this one, Chanmi.”
“Shut up, jerk.” She shoves his shoulder, taking the card away from him. She reads it with a steadily growing smile, holding the paper close to her chest. “But you’re kind of right.”
“Kind of?” Changkyun snorts.
Jooheon sneaks up behind Chanmi and plucks the card out of her hand. He reads it with a deep frown. “He’s proud of you? He loves you more than anything?”
“Jooheon,” Shownu takes the card from the younger member and hands it back to Chanmi. “That was supposed to be private. Don’t start.”
“How’s it private if his “love” is all over our living room? What are we going to do with all these flowers anyway? Throw them away?”
“No!” Chanmi throws her arms out as if she’s protecting the most precious gift she’s ever received. Which, in her mind, she is. “Jooheon, if you touch anything I swear I’ll beat your ass.”
He scoffs. “I want to see you try.”
“Just leave if all you’re going to do is act like a dick.”
“Speaking of dick…” Jooheon picks up a rose, twirling the flower in his hand. “You know he’s probably giving it to someone else, right?”
Chanmi’s face visibly pales. “W-what? No, Youngjae wouldn’t. He’s not the type. He would never cheat on me!”
“Then what’s with all the flowers?”
“It’s one for each day we’ve been together,” Chanmi mumbles. “I missed our anniversary because we were on tour. He said he was saving the big surprises for when I got back to Seoul.”
Jooheon shakes his head. “You really think a man is that thoughtful? Wake up, Chanmi. You aren’t a six year old anymore. He’s either cheating or he’s about to dump you.” He looks her up and down with a sneer. “Maybe both.”
“No!” Chanmi cries out, tears filling her eyes. Kihyun steps up and pulls her in a tight hug. He whispers soft nothings to her in an attempt to get her to calm down. It doesn’t work. “Don’t you ever talk about Youngjae like that, Lee Jooheon! You’re just pissy because he’s a better man than you’ll ever be!”
Jooheon throws up his hands. “Fine. Don’t believe me. Do you really think Youngjae could ever actually love you, though? I mean, Chanmi, come on. You aren’t exactly the best catch in our industry.”
Chanmi wiggles her way out of Kihyun’s arms, stalking over to Jooheon so she’s right in his face. With eyes ablaze with anger and a hate so deep it shakes Jooheon’s core she says, “I know.”
Changkyun grips her arm to pull her back, but she shakes him off. “There are girls who are prettier than me, more talented, more passionate, funnier, nicer, more deserving of Youngjae overall. More deserving of any man overall. I. Fucking. Know. But that doesn’t stop me. I love Youngjae with everything I have and he loves me too. For some unexplainable reason he’s returned my feelings since day one. I won’t let you put some bullshit in my head just because you’re jealous and lonely.”
Jooheon’s face goes blank for a second before it’s replaced with that infuriating smirk he always has when dealing with Chanmi. “Fine. Don’t believe me. We’ll find out tonight.”
“Why are you like this?!”
He looks over her shoulder at Changkyun who shakes his head vigorously. “Do I need a reason?”
“It would be nice.”
“You annoy me.” Jooheon’s eyes are dead when he looks at her. “I hate you and think you should just leave the group.”
The heartbroken look that crosses Chanmi’s face makes Jooheon look away from her.
“Just go get dumped by your stupid boyfriend. And don’t come crying to me because I’ll only say I told you so.”
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