#Hyungwon fluff

[h3nderyss]

one night - chae hyungwon

pairing: hyungwon x fem!reader . . . masterlist genre: fluff, a pinch of suggestive word count: 987 a/n: for @wonkierideul 😝 i blushed writing this HELP.

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the rain outside taps lightly against the windows, a soft rhythm that fills the quiet apartment.

the city beyond is blurred by mist, glowing lights scattered like stars in the night sky. the air smells like lavender and fresh linen, a warm setting into the space that makes it feel like time itself has slowed.

and in the middle of it all, you're wrapped in hyungwon's arms, pressed against his chest as he lazily plays with your fingers.

it's late, but neither of you feels like moving. the couch is soft beneath you, but hyungwon's embrace is softer.

his hoodie is slightly oversized, the fabric pooling around his wrists, and his hair is still damp from the shower he took earlier. he smells like something fresh and faintly sweet, something that makes you want to bury yourself deeper in him.

"you're quiet," he murmurs, his voice slow and drowsy. his fingers trace light patterns on the back of your hand, absentminded but soothing. "what're you thinking about?"

"you," you say simply.

he hums in approval, his grip on you tightening just a fraction. "good answer."

you roll your eyes but can't help the way your heart stumbles when he shifts, his other hand coming up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. his fingertips barely graze your skin, but the touch sends warmth straight to your chest.

"you're so warm," you murmur, nuzzling into the fabric of his hoodie.

hyungwon chuckles, the sound low and soothing. "that's because you're cold," he says, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "you always are."

you scoff lightly. "are you saying i use you for warmth?"

"i'm saying i let you," he corrects, a teasing glint in his eyes.

you huff, but the truth is, he's right. his body is like a personal heater, and right now, with the rain whispering outside and the lights dimmed, there's nowhere else you'd rather be.

his fingers continue their slow, feather-light tracing over your skin, traveling from your hand to your wrist, up the length of your arm. it's a simple touch, but it makes you hyperaware of how close he is, how easy it would be for him to feel the way your heart is racing against his.

"you know," he murmurs after a moment, "i could stay like this forever."

your heart skips.

there's something about the way he says it—so quiet, so certain, like he's not just speaking in passing but actually meaning it.

you pull back just enough to look at him, only to find out he's already watching you. his gaze is unreadable, but there's something soft about it, something so tender that makes your breath catch.

"you always say things like that," you whisper, feeling shy all of a sudden.

hyungwon smiles, brushing his nose lightly against yours. "because i always mean them."

your chest tightens, warmth spreading all the way to the tips of your fingers. you don't know how he does this–how he makes the most simple moments feel like something out of a dream.

you swallow, trying to steady yourself. "then don't just say it. show me."

his smile falters for a split second, like he wasn't expecting that. but then his expression shifts, something unreadable flickering behind his eyes before he exhales softly.

and then—without hesitation—he tightens his hold on you, pulling you impossibly close until there's barely any space left between you. his arms secure you against him, his chin resting against the top of your head, his heart beating steady and strong beneath your ear.

"this enough proof for you?" he whispers.

you barely manage to nod, too flustered by the sudden closeness and his grip on you.

but hyungwon isn't done.

he shifts slightly, his fingers tracing slow, delicate lines down your spine. his lips press against the top of your head, lingering there before trailing lower—his forehead brushing against your temple, the tip of his nose grazing your cheek. his movements are slow, deliberate, like he's savouring every inch of contact.

and then—so soft you almost miss it—he whispers, "i love you."

your entire body stills.

hyungwon has said sweet things before. he's teased you, made you blush, made your heart race a thousand times over. but this—this is different. this isn't a passing flirtation or an attempt to fluster you. this is real.

your fingers tighten around the fabric of his hoodie as you pull back just enough to look at him. he watches you carefully, his expression unreadable, like he's waiting for you to run.

but you don't.

instead, you reach up, gently cupping his face in your hands. your thumb brushes over his cheek, and for once, he's the one who looks flustered. his breath hitches slightly, his lips parting as if he wants to say something more—but you don't give him the chance.

instead, you close the distance, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips.

it's slow—unhurried, warm, like sinking into something familiar yet electrifying all at once. his hands move to cradle the back of your head, holding you close as he deepens the kiss just slightly, just enough to make your stomach flip.

when you finally pull away, your foreheads remain pressed together, the air between you thick with something unspoken but understood.

"i love you too," you whisper, just loud enough for him to hear.

hyungwon exhales sharply, a soft, breathless laugh escaping him before he pulls you right back into his arms.

"took you long enough," he murmurs, voice filled with nothing but warmth.

You roll your eyes but let yourself sink into him, smiling against his hoodie as his fingers trace soft shapes against your back.

the rain outside continues to fall, the city stretching beyond, but none of it matters.

because right now, wrapped in hyungwon’s arms, you realize that this—this quiet, sleepy, love-filled moment—is home.

and you never want to leave.

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Kissable

Summary: A lazy movie day turns into something more as Hyungwon can't get enough of your lips. 

Oneshot

Fluff, Smut, Established Relationship au

Word Count: 1,330

Hyungwon X Afab! Reader

Imagine Version

If you are a minor, please do not read/engage with this post. This is an 18+ work. 

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As you laze around on your couch, you get a text from your boyfriend that says, “Wanna come over?” And you smile as you text back, “I’ll be there in ten.” You throw on your shoes and walk over to his dorm. You knock, and he opens the door and kisses the top of your head. You smile and kick off your shoes as he leads you to the living room. And you both collapsed onto the couch. 

You lay your head across his lap as he turns on the television. “You know I was doing the same thing at my apartment?” He shrugs and looks down at you, “Yeah, but isn’t it more fun together?” You laugh and nod, “Always.” He asks, “What movie tonight?” “Something we’ve seen before?” He hums and flips it onto the notebook, “Why do we always watch this sad movie?” He shrugs, “You said something we’ve seen before.” You sigh, “I did say that.” He laughs, and you both watch on. He grabs a pop can from the coffee table, hands it to you, and grabs his own. “Thanks.” He smiles, and you crack it open before leaning up to drink a few sips before putting it back onto the coffee table and collapsing back onto his lap. He groans, “Jeez,” and sets his can down, you laugh, “Sorry.” He smiles down at you and kisses your forehead, and you both return to watching the movie. 

It’s halfway through the movie when you catch him looking down at you instead of the screen. You raise your eyebrow at him, and he whispers, “You need to stop looking so kissable.” You blush, “What?” He smirks before cradling your head and lifting your head to kiss you. You gasp, “Fuck, Hyungwon, you can’t just do that out of nowhere.” He smirks and shrugs, still holding you close, “And you can’t just look so kissable all the time.” You roll your eyes and lean up to kiss him again. “I don’t think this movie is that interesting anymore.” He smirks, “Really?” You shake your head, and you both readjust so you have your arms around his neck and sit on his lap to kiss him some more. 

He holds you close, fingers tangling into your head, “I can’t believe I get to have you all to myself.” You pull back to laugh before capturing his lips into another kiss, “I love you.” He groans, pulling away from the kiss, “Fuck, I love you too, babe.” You smile and tangle your hands into his hair, trying to bring him closer, “I can’t get enough of you.” He grins as he whispers against your lips, “I can’t get enough of you either.” Before capturing your lips in his again, you grind your hips into his, and you both stutter out a groan. He tightens his hold in your hair as he licks your bottom lip. You gasp, and he slips his tongue into your mouth. You give up and let him as you grind down harder on him. He pulls back from your lips, leaving a trail of saliva connecting you both, and you two can’t help but laugh before you bring him into another kiss. 

He moves his hands from your hair to your hips and starts controlling your movements against his hips. Against your lips, he whispers, “That’s it, baby.” You gasp as his lips move from yours to your neck. He starts sucking a hickey onto your collarbone, and you groan, and he continues nibbling on the skin until he finds the spot that has your hips stuttering against his. “Won, please…” “Hmm?” He murmurs against your neck, leaving you shivering, “Fuck, please... y’know?” He shakes his head, “Hmm, I’m not quite sure I do.” You groan out in frustration, pull back from his lips, move your hands down from his soft hair to his shirt, and tug on it. “Is that what you want?” He asks, all cocky with his eyebrows raised. You sigh and shake your head as you tug on it, “No, y'know what I want…” He smirks, “I'm still not sure I do…” He relinquishes his hold and allows you to pull the shirt over his head. You run your hands over his chest, and he shivers. 

He moves one hand back into your hair as he grinds his hips into yours. “What if we finish just like this?” You pout as he brings his lips to yours, “Huh? What do you say?” You whine, “No, Won, please…” He nods, and without a second word, he pulls your shirt up and over your head. “You look so beautiful, my dear.” You blush and kiss his nose, and he shakes his head, “If you want me to fuck you, you better kiss me right.” You nod and immediately kiss his lips. As you make out with him, you feel his hips stutter underneath you. And he asks, “Are you close, baby?” You nod, not able to form a comprehensible answer. 

He reaches into the side table beside him and pulls out a little packet, and you make a note in your blurry mind to ask him about that later. He has you sit up from him, and he quickly shoves his pants and briefs down enough for his cock to spring out. He quickly rolls the condom onto himself as you step off of him and slip out of the rest of your clothes. He brings you back into his embrace and carefully slips himself inside of you, “You still close, baby?” You nod, “Good.” You sigh as he slides completely into you, “Shi-shit, Hyungwon, I’m not- I’m not gonna last…” He groans and pulls you into another kiss. Against your lips, he mumbles, “Me neither.” As he thrusts up faster into you, you do your best to meet his pace before he pulls you down and slams your hips together in tandem. “I-I- Won- please… I’m…” He groans and starts thrusting inside of you faster, “C’mon, baby… You got this, cum with me.” You pull back from his lips, “Won, I’m going to-” “Fuck, me too.” You plant your lips against his as you cum together. 

He pulls away breathlessly, placing his forehead against yours as he grows soft. “Shit, that was so hot…” You agree as you try to catch your breath, “I know, you know, but you're a great kisser.” He smiles and kisses the side of your lips, “You’re not so bad yourself~” You roll your eyes and slip off of him, “If you want to kiss me, you better kiss me properly.” You settle back onto his covered thighs as he laughs. And he pulls you into another heated kiss. When you both pull away again, you ask, “You want to continue upstairs?” He nods, “This time you’ll do a majority of the work?” You shrug and give him a lazy smile, “Only if you carry me up.” He laughs, “I can live with that.” 

—Bonus—

You lay back against the pillows and look at the ceiling, “I can’t believe we fucked while one of the saddest movies was on in the background.” He laughs, “It was better than fucking to the Bridge of Terabithia.” You nod, “You have me there.” You think back to him pulling out the condom from the sofa table. “Why did you have a condom in there?” He hums, “You mean in the console?” You nod, “Yeah.” He shrugs, “You never know when you’re going to need it~” You shake your head at him, “Why’s that?” You turn your head to look at him as he answers, “When you have someone like you around... You always have to be prepared.” You pout, “What’s that supposed to mean?!” He smiles and turns to look at you, “Just like your lips, I find you absolutely irresistible.” You smile, satisfied with his answer, “I love you.” He grins and kisses your forehead, “I love you too.”

[seungminnie-meong]

sleepy hyungwon

A/N: He IS my babygirl idc It was nearly 3 am when you woke to the sound of keys jingling at your apartment front door. You weren’t a light sleeper, and your boyfriend intended to be quiet, but nonetheless, he couldn’t help but wake you up when he came back from his late night schedules. With his recent comeback, he stayed at the studio well into the night practicing his dance routine to perfect it down to the very last detail, and every time he came home he was dead tired. Today was no different. You pulled the covers back and your feet found the cold floor. It was dark in your apartment, but you slowly found your way to Hyungwon who was still standing in the living room by the front door. When you walked into the room, he spoke. “Sorry, love, I didn’t mean to wake you, go back to bed.” He sounded tired, and you're sure that if you could see him he would look so as well. You made your way over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck wordlessly. He buried his face in your neck and breathed in your scent, the smell of his home. You were dressed simply in one of his sleep shirts and some boxers. His hands found the backs of your legs and he lifted you, holding you close to his chest. Face still buried in your neck, he began to find his way back to your shared bedroom. You placed a hand in his hair, gently playing with it. His hair was starting to get long, but you knew they would change it up for their upcoming comeback, so you’d enjoy it while it lasted. He hummed against your neck and placed his chin on your shoulder. He found the edge of your bed and gently laid the two of you down, careful not to bump your heads together. “Hyungwon?” “Hmmm?” he hummed. “You still need to change out of your work clothes. And brush your teeth.” “Too sleepy,” he mumbled. You giggled at him being cute, but sat up and pulled him up by his arm. He just groaned in complaint. You got some pajama pants out of his dresser and tossed them over to him. He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor, it was tomorrow's problem. He pulled his sweatpants off and stood to get his legs into the pajama pants, almost stumbling. He was far too sleepy. You helped him make his way to the bathroom in the dark and you sat on the counter as he brushed his teeth. Your eyes had adjusted to the dark of the bathroom at this point and you could see the vague outline of your shirtless boyfriend. You only wished you could turn on the light to get a better view of the chest and abs you knew he had been working so hard on for this comeback. You knew you’d see it once the morning light was streaming through your bedroom windows in a few hours, though, and during breakfast tomorrow morning. He got shy if you ever brought it up, but you loved the way he looked. He was tall and lean and so pretty. You caught yourself staring quite a bit, but you just considered yourself lucky. A boyfriend like Hyungwon was hard to come by.  He spit out his toothpaste and put his toothbrush back in the cup, making his way back over to you to hug you again. He buried his head in your shoulder while you carded your hands in his hair and wrapped your legs around his hips. You could feel him almost falling asleep just standing there, so you pushed him away from you and pulled him along to the bed. He settled in and made himself comfortable behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his chin on your head. He let out a sigh, finally relieved to be in his warm bed with you beside him. 

[imaginekpopidols]

[10:48 pm] You lay down on Hyungwon's lap halfway through the movie. As the two lovers breakup on screen, you feel his gaze upon you. You look up at him and see him looking down at you instead of the screen. You raise your eyebrow at him, and he whispers, “You need to stop looking so kissable.” You blush, “What?” He smirks before cradling your head and lifting your head to kiss you. You gasp, “Fuck, Hyungwon, you can’t just do that out of nowhere.” He smirks and shrugs, still holding you close, “And you can’t just look so kissable all the time.”

Expanded Version

[iibonniee]

Day 1 | Chae Hyungwon

Paring: Chae Hyungwon x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

Rating: G

Word Count: 1.5k

Prompt: First Snow

Masterlist

Tags: @doveslittlekpoparchive @choicethot @xosunny @heaviihamonii

Soft snowflakes fell in soft chunks to the eager ground below. Each flake, unique and individual, added to the pristine, unmarked canvas of the town. The bustle of the city gradually subsided as people retreated into the warmth of their homes. Moving shadows behind glistening glass windows hinted at families converging by the flickering light of their fireplaces.

The first snow of the season brought along an inescapable magic that painted the mundane facades with hues of tranquility. Now cloaked in a white blanket, the landscape became an ethereal world, waiting to unfold stories knitted with impressions of winter. Streets, otherwise known for their busyness, basked in the sound of silence except for the soft sighs of snow settling on cobblestones. An air of serenity descended, bringing a new rhythm to life - a rhythm that whispered of frosted breaths, rosy cheeks, and undiscovered footprints traced on virgin snow.

The sky was met with the parting sun, waving a kind goodbye as the moon made its silent entrance with the stars just behind it. Yet, as the moon entered, the snow never seemed to stop. From the warmth of the cozy indoors, Hyungwon checked the scene outside.

His eyes became wide and bright, catching the shimmering spectacle that was the first snow of the year. His heart danced with the falling flakes as if mimicking their celebratory descent. It was a sight he had seen countless times, yet each time, it managed to captivate him anew - such was the enchantment of the realm of frost.

Suddenly, he slipped into his coat and bolted outside, leaving the comfort of the indoor fireside. Beneath the silver moonlight, the snowflakes, incessant in their chorus, seem to welcome him into the radiant wintry world. He stretched his hands upward, catching the cold, ephemeral confetti in his palms as laughter bubbled out from his chest.

Meanwhile, Y/N watched from the window, bundled up in warm attire, and could not help but smile at Hyungwon’s childlike excitement. The sight was almost as captivating as the snowfall itself - Hyungwon, under the frosty night sky, illuminated in moonlight, eyes gleaming with anticipation and delight. This candid moment sparked a feeling of warmth within her, creating a stark contrast to the icy spectacle outside.

Each snowflake kissed his hair lightly and delicately, melting into his dark hair within seconds. She watched as he turned back to her, his smile full of cheer and excitement as his eyes held another story. They screamed to beg for her to join him.

Hyungwon peered back at the house, his eyes gleaming with an invitation for Y/N to share this magical moment. The expression on his face was unmistakable - an expressive play of joy and anticipation intermingled with a mischievous plea for companionship in the wintry world. His high spirits were almost tangible, making Y/N’s heart flutter with infectious joy.

He extended his arms out wide as if to embrace the endless shower of the silver spectacle. Suddenly, he twirled around, his laughter echoing in the crisp winter air. It was a sight to behold, as if straight out of a whimsical fairy tale, witnessed quietly by the moon and stars above and eagerly by Y/N from behind layers of glass and warmth.

Y/N pressed her hand against the glass, her gaze softening as she continued to watch him. She admired his light-heartedness and his ability to find joy in such simple pleasures. A smile curled up on her lips, her heart echoing his joyful laughter. In the quiet comforts of the indoors, she realized, the warmth didn’t only come from the fireside but from the heartening scene outside too. His joy was her joy, and in that moment, she felt as if she were out there with him, among the falling snow and under the bright moonlight.

“Are you going to join me?” Hyungwon finally voiced what his eyes were so desperately trying to do. Even during the years of being together, this was the first time the pair had witnessed the winter’s first snowfall together.

A blush crept onto Y/N’s cheeks as those words reached her ears, breaking through the tranquility that ruled the house. She pushed herself away from the window, tentatively reaching for her sturdy, knitted coat hanging by the door. Again, his playful laughter resonated through the frosty night, urging her further. She glanced at her cozy sanctuary before bracing herself for the winter chill. Slipping her arms into the sleeves, she finally stepped into the crisp winter night, greeted by the ethereal beauty of their shared moment.

Hyungwon’s eyes lit up as he watched Y/N trudge through the snow towards him. The nearly untouched snow crunching beneath her boots was the only sound to occupy the evening momentarily, drawing a stark contrast to the vibrant laughter that had filled the air only moments ago. For a brief instant, everything seemed to stand still; the world shrunk down to just the two of them, cocooned in the soft embrace of the silvery night.

Y/N finally reached Hyungwon, her breath creating a small cloud of fog in the cold air. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling brighter than ever, mirroring the shimmering snowflakes that danced around them. His heart fluttered at her sight, and in that glimmering moment under the indigo sky, they felt an extraordinary connection, a silent promise. This was their first winter’s snowfall together, but it definitely would not be the last. The smile that crept upon his face was the most heartwarming sight she had ever seen — more heartwarming than any fireside could ever be.

“Of all the coats you could pick to keep you warm, you picked the sweater?” Hyungwon teased, pulling her close to keep her warm with his own body heat. His eyes flicked up to her hair, watching as each snowflake began to kiss it, much like they have with his own hair. “What will I do if you get sick?”

“Hmm…” Y/N paused, pretending to think as her cheeks began to be kissed by the cool air, “Take care of me? Hold me? Feed me warm soup?” she suggested, wrapping her arms around him for added insulation, her words a soft murmur against the canvas of his chest. There was a lightness in her voice, a playful challenge that made him chuckle.

“Of course,” he replied, a fond warmth seeping into his words. His arm tightened around her protectively, holding her close against the biting winter chill. There was comfort in their togetherness, a silent reassurance that spoke louder than words. His gaze returned to the sky, now showering them with an army of delicate snowflakes. The tiny crystals sparkled in the moonlight, falling on his hair and her eyelashes, heightening their winter experience and turning it into an ethereal memory. “You silly thing. Always.”

The two of them stood there, encapsulated in their own world, their laughter and chatter muffled by the ever-increasing snowfall. Hyungwon’s hand ran through her hair, dusting the fresh snowflakes off. At her contented hum, he looked at her gently, his eyes reflecting the mirage of shimmering flakes. Seeing her under the moon’s silver-sheen snowflakes adorning her hair like precious pearls was mesmerizing. He studied her face – her eyes scrunched up when she smiled, her nose tickled when a stray snowflake landed on it, and her lips curled when his fingers grazed her face. These moments intensified his deep affection for her, reminding him of their precious bond.

Recalling the early days of their relationship, when everything was new and yet felt so familiar, he chuckled. How they had navigated through the complexity of emotions, slowly uncovering the layers of companionship, to land here – under the snowy sky, entwined with the familiarity of years passed and a hint of an alluring future. The thought warmed his heart just like her presence did. He leaned his cheek against her head, whispering, “I did agree to take care of you when I asked you to be my girlfriend.”

In the tranquility of the winter embrace, they reveled in the calming rhythm of the falling snow, soaking themselves in the ethereal luminescence of the evening. It seemed time had briefly paused for them, allowing a serene interlude in the middle of their ordinary lives. Hyungwon’s fingers traced lazy patterns on her back, a silent expression of his affection. He enjoyed in the sensation of her weight leaning against him, her breaths syncing with his in this petrifying cold.

Her hands settled on his chest, inscribing invisible patterns onto the fabric of his coat. She tilted her head back to meet his gaze, drawing a shared chuckle at her snow-kissed nose and icy eyelashes. He wiped away the crystalline designs that the cold had drawn on her cheeks with the back of his hand, the contact making her lean into him further. With snowflakes in their hair and love in their hearts, they reveled in their acquired warmth, relishing the peaceful moments under the snow-laden heavens. There were no words needed to express the profound connection they shared. Sometimes, silence spoke louder than words ever could.

“Together till the end,” he whispered in the cool air, a promise muffled by the serene wintry soundtrack. And she nodded against him, a smile of reassurance blooming on her lips. In the frosty enchantment, they shared a clear understanding - an unspoken vow under the night’s alabaster blanket to keep one another warm through every wintry chill and in every cold night that was to follow. “One snowfall together, many more to come.”

[fivestaralien]

A Big Scare

hyungwon x gn!reader

word count^^: 1.7k

warnings: mentions of needles going through noses, i think that’s all !

a.n.// this man is messing with my brain rn 😭

 “Dude, you can’t keep calling me this late into the night. I need to sleep.” You say sternly to Minhyuk. He always called you in the dead of night to tell you things that could wait till morning. 

 “Okay, listen y/n, it’s actually serious this time. We can’t find Hyungwon. We’ve been trying to find him all day but he won’t answer his phone. I don’t kn-“ Your hearing goes out and your heart nearly stops. 

 Sounds can be felt by the side of your face but you can’t make out the words. Have you talked to him today? 

 You always texted him around lunch but today you were so busy you had forgotten. “I didn’t text him today. I have no clue where he is Min.” You rush out in a panic. 

 “Hey, hey, it’s going to be okay. We are going to find him y/n. I promise.” Minhyuks words begin to calm you down a little and you let out a deep breath. Minhyuks shoulders relax at the sound of it. “Do you want me to come over? I know how you must be feeling and I don't want you to be alone.” He asks softly. 

 “Yes please, Can you bring Changkyun too?” You ask and then you hear muffled talking. You wipe a tear away as Minhyuk comes back to the phone. 

 “We’ll  both be at yours in 20 okay?” Just try to breathe for me and drink some water while you wait for us.” 

 “Thank you Min, for everything you’re doing right now.” Before he could answer, Changkyun beat him to it. “Im helping too y/nnie!” He teases, making a hint of a smile appear in your face. 

 “Thank you Kyun.” You tease back. 

 The two men have smiles on their faces at your teasing and begin to feel a little better about having you wait for them alone. You hang up after that and go into the kitchen to get a glass of water. You gulp it down in seconds and then wait an agonizing 20 minutes until they guys get here. 

 Immediately when they walk through the door you pull them in for a much needed group hug. 

 “We’ll find him.” was the first thing Minhyuk said to you face to face. You had a feeling he wasn’t only saying it to you though. Someone’s phone starts ringing and you all quickly pull apart, frantically looking for who’s phone it was. 

 Minhyuk holds up his phone showing Shownus contact. He answers and puts it on speaker immediately hoping it’s only good news. 

 “You’re on speaker.” “Perfect, I know where he is. He called me from Zoe’s.” Shownu tells all of you and you could feel like breathing properly again. Zoe’s is an old ma and pa shop just outside of Daegu that Hyungwon would take you to all the time. Why is he all the way out there? 

 “We are going to go get him right?” You ask with a hint of worry in your voice. 

 “Well actually the main reason I called was because he only wants to see y/n.” Shownu states. Minhyuk and Changkyun look at each other and then you with a knowing stare. You stepped back surprised.

 “Why would he only want to see me?” 

 “You can’t be serious right?” Minhyuk says in a dead tone. You look at him with furrowed brows. “C’mon you can't not know.” 

 Changkyun then smacks Minhyuk's bicep. “Ow!” 

 “We drove my car so you can take it. I know yours is in the shop.” Changkyun hands over the keys and squeezes your hands. You stare at him still confused but the only thing you could really think of was getting to Hyungwon. Shownu shouts out to drive carefully and to let him know when you get there then hangs up. 

 To say you were scared would be an understatement. You couldn’t stop wiping your hands on your thighs, having erratic breathing and tears nearly falling. 

  You nearly stop breathing as you Hyungwon through the window, sipping on an iced coffee. He has dark circles under his eyes, he looks exhausted and you feel your heart crack. You take a deep breath and walk into the store. Hyungwon doesn’t look up, probably thinking it was just another customer. When you get a few feet behind him your eyes begin to burn. 

 “Hyungwon?” Your voice quivers. He turns around in his chair at lighting speed and nearly falls over. “y/n I-“ You cut him off by launching yourself into him. 

 “Don’t ever scare us like that again or I'll murder you in your sleep.” you mumble against him and you feel him let out a big sigh. He squeezes you tightly to him. “I'm so sorry y/n. I’ve been having a hard time with something and just needed some time to think. I didn’t mean to scare anyone.” He pulls you back a little to look at you properly. You see him scan your face and then motions for you to follow him. 

 “Can we walk for a bit?” He asks with his hand out for you. You slide your hand in his with no hesitation and the two of you exit the shop and begin walking. 

 Hyungwons thumb glides back and forth on the back of your hand and you squeeze lightly. There was a looming silence as you hadn’t thought of what you were going to say and you suddenly felt stuck. 10 minutes of walking and nothing had been said, you were beginning to get restless. 

 You waited to see if he would speak up but after another 5 minutes you decided to stop walking completely. Since your hands were still joined he had to catch himself from falling backwards. 

 “What’s wrong?” He asks with a confused face. 

 You swallow and blink a few times. Hyungwon steps in front of you, placing his hands gently on your shoulders. “What is it?” He says more serious. “Was it something we did? I did?” Your voice cracks and tears begin to well up in your eye line. 

  “I mean I know that with yours and Shownus album coming out soon things can be overwhelming for you and you want to be alone.” You pause to breathe. “You’ve never ghosted us like that. It scared me so much having Minhyuk tell me they couldn’t find you. I love you too much to have you leave like that and not know what causes it.” Your head is hanging down and your shoulders are shaking. 

 Hyungwon freezes. 

 You’ve told him you’ve loved him before, hell you tell all the guys you love them. For some reason though, this time felt different. Almost like you were indicating a different kind of love. That feeling is the same reason he needed to disappear today. 

 He had realized that somewhere in your 3 years of friendship he had fallen in love with you. The others obviously know bc Hyungwon genuinely can lie to them and when they asked he just blurted it out that yes, he is in love with you. He shakes his head, snapping out of his thoughts. 

 “I love you.” Hyungwon says with sudden confidence. Your head shoots up and you look at him confused. “What?” You respond. He cups your face in his hands, lightly caressing your cheeks. 

 “I. Love. You.” He tells you again. You open and close your mouth, not knowing how to respond. 

 “I remember exactly the moment I realized I love you. We were out with Kihyun and your friend Yuri. Those two went off somewhere and you grabbed my hand, pulling me into some random jewelry store. You practically dared yourself to get a piercing and you were holding my hand the whole time. Not because you were nervous or scared but because I was scared for you. You asked me if holding your hand would make me feel better and you didn’t hesitate to take it, even before I answered. I don’t know why, but you making sure I was okay, even though you were the one getting a needle through your nose, started to make me see you in a more romantic light.”  

 You laugh and out of sheer muscle memory, you reach up to touch your nose ring. Hyungwon glances down as it shimmers in the moonlight. He lightly traces over it and then his fingers dance their way down your jawline, catching your eyes staring at his lips. 

 “I’ve been having a hard time trying to figure out if I should tell you or not and I guess I was so in my head that I didn’t think to tell anyone I'd be gone. I love you. I have for a while now and I don’t know if you feel the same but, I can’t keep this inside anymore.” Hyungwon finishes with a big breath and looks at you with eyes filled with love and hope. 

 The tears from before have come back and you place your hands on his chest. “Hyungwon…I-“ You pause, not fully able to compute your emotions after hearing all of this. You feel him begin to pull away. “I'm sorry. I shouldn’t have just sprung this on you like this. I should’ve-“ 

 “No! God no, Hyungwon it's not like that. I’ve been feeling the same for nearly a year but I just kept pushing it away because I never would have thought you’d love me back.” You were so close to just grabbing his face and kissing him. You couldn’t believe you had been so oblivious to everything the both of you have been doing this past year. 

 His head snaps up to look at you, a small smirk on the corner of his mouth. “So if I asked you out on a date, what would you say?” He asks. 

  “I would say, I couldn’t think of anything better.” You smile at him. The next thing you know, he’s pulling you into a bone crushing hug and both of you start laughing. All the emotions crashing down began making you giddy. 

 “Can we go home now?” You ask while resting your chin on his chest, looking up at him. “Of course. I'm sorry again, for everything today.” 

 “Don’t worry about that anymore. We’ve cleared everything up Wonnie.” You tell him and reach up to peck his jaw. His cheeks become dusted with pink and he turns his head so you couldn’t see him getting flustered. 

 “Awww, don’t hide! I think it’s cute when you blush.” You poke his cheek and see him turn a deeper shade of pink. He rolls his eyes and playfully pushes you away.

  “Come on, let’s go home baby.” Now it’s your turn to blush. 

thank you so much for reading!!!<3 it helps me a lot when you reblog and like and i appreciate it so much!!

[jae-bummer]

My Idol 3: Part Nine

My Idol From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

My Idol is a South Korean competitive reality dating game show. It currently airs on Saturday nights on Jae-bummer’s blog. First broadcast in 2016, the show offers the opportunity for a lucky fan to go on seven blind dates with seven idols. The idol plans the date with the show throwing in a specific mission to complete during the day. At the end of the initial dates, the show opens up an audience vote to decide what four idols will move on to the second date.

My Idol 3: The Series

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"Don't look at me like that," you muttered, looking up at Insu moodily.

"It looked like he was trying to inhale your face," your bodyguard muttered, eyes wide. "That must have been terrifying."

"I can't tell if you're trying to be an asshole or not," you sighed. Shoulders dropping, you leaned against the wall that Jackson had you pushed up against. "Had it ever occurred to you that I was enjoying it?"

"Not really," he chuckled, leaning against the wall beside you and crossing his arms. "Did you?"

"I thought so," you nodded. "He's very handsome. And very sweet."

"I wasn't asking why," Insu scoffed.

"I didn't say you were," you said, narrowing your eyes at him. "Why are we even talking right now? I'm still irritated with you."

"Oh right," he grinned. "Because I was the one to tell a complete stranger that you had severe hemorrhoids."

"He wasn't your date," you shrugged.

"Is now a bad time to talk?" he asked, suddenly turning serious. You remained silent, the question hanging in the air.

You knew he wasn't referring to your recent statement, but "talking" as a whole to fix whatever had broken between the two of you yesterday.

"Insu," you started slowly, trying to get your thoughts together. "You don't know me."

"I have never claimed to," he sighed. Adjusting his stance against the wall, he moved to face you. "But I know enough about what type of men you're dealing with to give some sort of warning."

"You don't know them either," you said quietly. "I understand that you're inherently protective, but protecting my heart is not part of your job."

Turning to lean his back against the wall again, Insu looked up to the ceiling, silent.

"I admit," you continued, not at all wanting to admit anything. "That there is...a level of comfortability between us."

"How sweet," he muttered.

"But that's not something I can afford to explore at the present time," you breathed. "As there are seven other men who are currently vying for my affections."

"Only seven?" he hummed. "What's another one thrown in there?"

"This isn't a joke," you groaned. "We need to be more professional."

"We?" he asked, lifting his brows. "I've never once, in the entire time of being contracted with My Idol, neglected your safety based off of my feelings. I am always alert and aware of any threats, including, but not limited to those men "vying for your affections.""

"You're getting more invested than you should," you said wearily, feeling suspiciously close to tearing up. "My life is beyond complicated."

"As you've mentioned."

"Disregarding the whole dating thing," you sighed. "I'm homeless right now."

"I don't think you realize..." he began. "That I am working for a production that you are also technically working for, making us coworkers. Are coworkers not allowed to have friendly relationships?"

"We are," you nodded. "But tell me you weren't jealous of me and Jackson's interactions."

"I was not jealous," he said simply.

Crossing your arms, you turned slightly away from him. He had to know that was bullshit.

"I was selfish."

You could only turn and blink up at him. "What?"

"I want to get to know you," he continued quietly, avoiding eye contact. "So badly. When I took on My Idol, this was just another job. Then I met you at a time when you were so broken. I wanted to protect you and make sure no one would hurt you again. I'm generally protective of my clients, but my feelings for you have been beyond confusing."

You swallowed. You had been in a proverbial dry spell for years. Suddenly though, your dating life had gone from raining to pouring.

"Why do they deserve a chance while I don't?" he continued, his face contorting into sadness, then anger. "Because they're celebrities? Because they're what the audience wants to see?

If it's the right time, right place for them...then I'm also here. What makes me so wrong? Why can't I learn about you and see where it goes?"

"This isn't real life," you murmured. "I am contractually obligated to see these men. If something happens during that contracted period, then great. Dating has been hard ever since I stepped foot in Korea. It's not that I don't want to acknowledge you as a potential suitor, but-"

"I just don't fit into that part of the story," he breathed.

"Insu," you whispered, the tears now dangerously close to falling. "You're not being fair to either of us."

"I know," he muttered, turning away from you completely. "I know. I'm being selfish. I'm putting my wants before what you, well, legally have to do."

"It's not wrong to be selfish sometimes," you cooed, tugging on the back of his suit jacket. "But right now, I'm asking you not to be."

"That's a tough ask," he said quietly.

Sick of speaking to his back, you walked around his body to stand in front of him.

"We can be friendly," you said sternly. He had to understand. "We can be coworkers, but you have to stop with these pre-conceived notions you have of the contestants. They all seem genuinely kind and happy to be able to date without ridicule. They're just people searching for a connection."

Insu remained quiet, biting his lip, and looking anywhere but at you.

"I know it's hard not to be angry...when you don't get a chance at something...at someone," you corrected. "But please, if you really care like you say you do, just go easy on me."

Exhaling through his nose, he finally glanced down toward you. "I will. Only because it's for you."

Slowly nodding, you looked up at him with a sad smile. He really was lovely, and in another life, you may have bumped into him, and fallen hard. It was best to nip this in the bud before the two of you grew past flirting and casual jealousy. Whatever issue he had regarding celebrities was likely unrelated to you and more so to his career. You were certain there was much more to his story than wanting a chance to date. He didn't seem like the type to go after things so trivially.

"Can I go to sleep now?" you asked, the question quieter and more fragile than you had anticipated.

"Of course," he breathed. Pivoting and walking toward your door, he already had your room key in hand. "I shouldn't have forced you into a conversation. I'm sure you're exhausted."

"No," you sighed. "It was good we talked."

"I'm not sure if "good" would be the word I would use," he grumbled.

This caused you to smirk. "It can be a good conversation without actually feeling good about it."

Insu furrowed his brow. "Do you feel good about it?"

"Absolutely not," you laughed. "But I don't really have a say over my own life right now, do I?"

..

During a time where you should be worried about the four incredible men who had each whisked you off your feet, your thoughts were plagued with the conversation you had with Insu. Playing it backwards and forwards in your head, you tried to find a way to make everyone happy. No matter how much mental gymnastics you did, there was no conclusion. The situation was impossible.

You knew from the moment you had met your bodyguard that you had the fattest crush on him. In fact, it was easy to admit at this point. He was good looking, certainly had a tragic backstory, and in general, seemed morally grey. It was all of your favorite tropes about the male leads in every single book you had read. He was a protector and he made you feel so safe in a time that was so uncertain. Maybe it was a touch of Stockholm syndrome, but who could blame you?

But it was all over now. You had to put your adult pants on and squash the small kindling that had been ignited. It was what was best for everyone.

Spinning the ring that Hongseok had made for you around your finger, you paced the length of your hotel room. After a few days break, you were finally slated for another date. With an estranged Insu and a generally stuffy Hyuk, your days had been long. You had met a handful of times with producers, as well as your old apartment complex. The police were still trying to sort out what exactly had happened during your break in. Suspects were hard to find when the entire country's eyes were focused on you.

Thinking back to the dates you had already been on, a thought struck you. You were over halfway complete with the first round. Four men had graced your life, while only three men were left waiting in the wings. It was an odd thought that you had met so many different personalities in the past two weeks. At times, this whole experience felt like a fever dream.

Your evening with Jungkook had been so simple in the best way. When meeting someone with the level of star power he had, you were expecting a big personality. It was refreshing to find him to be so down to earth. He was so expressive and understanding with his words and actions. Talking to him was like talking to a childhood friend. You had been at ease instantly and he still acted as a calming balm to your soul. Running into him in the hallway had only confirmed that.

The day you spent with Hongseok, however, felt like a true first date. It wasn't that you were totally awkward with each other, but you definitely had to warm up. After a strained first interaction, it was easy to see that he was tooth achingly sweet. With an endless supply of jokes and stories, the butterflies in your stomach knew no peace with him. If there was any consolation to your apartment being broken into, it was that he was the one to help you through it.

Rebounding from the shock of losing most of your worldly possessions, San was a perfect date to follow. The man was quite literally a walking green flag. His innocence and naturally cute mannerisms made you feel like you had been dropped inside of a rom com. He was a soft boy. Even after he had been injured, he worried about how you were doing. Plus, you had to begrudgingly admit, you kind of liked the nickname he had given you.

Your last date had still left you reeling. Being with Jackson was like constantly holding your breath. He was incredibly kind, but also incredibly hot. He oozed sex appeal, and it was easy to get lost in the idea of a first kiss with him. His date had been a little more involved than the others, but you felt like it had represented him well. He had so many different sides to him that it was hard to peg down. He was an enigma, and you were hopeful that you would get to explore your relationship more.

You closed your eyes as you heard a knock on the door. "Y/N," Insu called softly. "It's time."

Taking a deep breath, you nodded to yourself. Another evening date meant another appearance of Insu the chaperone. You knew he was likely to behave better this time, but you still hated that he essentially had to watch you date other people. It was unfair.

Unlocking your door, he pushed gently against it, causing it to swing in toward you. Turning to face him, you were surprised to find a smile on his face.

"Well, aren't you cute."

"Insu..." you warned.

"He said in a totally platonic way," he smirked, motioning for you to come into the hall.

Rolling your eyes, you walked past him, instantly feeling lighter. He had been a bit quiet since your big conversation, so it was nice to see him getting back to himself.

"How are you feeling?" he asked as he took his place behind you.

"Nervous," you breathed. "But the good kind I think."

"Good," he hummed. "I know it's been hard to think of anything but the chaos going on around you, but you deserve to have a good time. Really enjoy what's happening."

Shooting a suspicious look over your shoulder, you quirked a brow. "Thanks."

Your expression caused him to laugh. "What?"

"I just..." you murmured, trying to pick your words carefully. "Wasn't expecting for you to be supportive after our conversation the other day."

"I've done my pouting," he sighed. "I just want you to be happy."

Stepping into the elevator at the end of the hall, your heart skipped a beat. He was too good for you anyway.

"Thank you," you said after a moment of silence. "Really."

"There's nothing to thank me for," he offered.

Unable to come up with a reply before the elevator doors slid open, you reached over and gave his bicep a quick squeeze. Shuffling into the lobby, you looked around, surprised to see the driver and camera men the only ones waiting for you.

"What-" you started but were immediately interrupted by Wu.

"Your date wanted to take a different mode of transportation," he sighed. "We're meeting him at the venue."

"Different mode of transportation," Insu clucked. "I wonder what that means."

...

Standing on the sidewalk in front of a record store, you watched the sun begin to set on the horizon. The colors were beautiful, but the lack of direct sunlight already caused the temperature to begin to plummet. Shivering slightly, you tried not to get annoyed. Where was your date?

After another five minutes of waiting, you were jostled from your thoughts by the revving of a loud engine. Looking up, you were surprised to see a large motorcycle easing smoothly up to the curb. Surely that couldn't be...

The driver began to fiddle with his bike, turning it off before reaching for the helmet he had been wearing. Freeing his head, he shook out his hair and ran his fingers through it. Honestly, it felt like you were watching a movie as he slid from the cycle and looked your way.

As soon as your eyes met, it felt like your breath had been stolen from your chest. Who was allowed to be that good looking? Even after popping off a helmet, he looked like a dream.

Shaggy black hair, pouty lips, and doe eyes, the man strode toward you, obviously in no hurry. Dressed in a black jean jacket with a grey hoodie underneath, black jeans, and converse, it looked like he had walked out of a magazine.

Remaining silent until he finally made his way before you, he offered a shy smile. "Hi."

"Hi," you choked out, suddenly overly aware of the lack of saliva in your mouth.

Tilting his head as he watched you curiously, he instantly noticed your arms wrapped around your torso. Without saying a word, he tugged off his jean jacket and held it in your direction.

"No, I'm fine-" you started, a natural reaction to not wanting to cause anyone trouble.

Lifting his brows, he shook it a bit. As you continued to stare, he heaved a sigh before walking around you and placing the coat across your shoulders. Stepping back in front of you, he grinned. "I'm Hyungwon, from Monsta X."

"I'm Y/N," you croaked. "From My Idol."

Hyungwon's smile grew in size as heat began to instantly creep up your neck. How did someone's simple existence make you so flustered?

"Nice to meet you, Y/N from My Idol," he chuckled. "Why don't we get you out of the cold and head inside?"

"Yes, inside," you said dumbly, already heated by your sheer embarrassment.

Hyungwon smiled again as he took a place beside you, putting his hand across your lower back to guide you into the building.

His fingers felt like they were searing a hole into the denim. You mentally chided yourself as you stumbled forward. Get it together, Y/N, or risk this being the most mortifying night of your life.

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[laysdimplesareillegal]

still not having many girl friends after moving to korea you spent a lot of time with changkyun and the rest of the monstas. doing “girly” things with pillow princess hyungwon like watching fun movies, doing each others nails or seeing what he looks like with your makeup on etc to have fun without needed to go out. meanwhile changkyun starts coming out of his room more and more often to see what you guys are up to and talking about without him. until hyungwon notices, and as always encourages teasing his maknae

[greenxgloss]

Nothing Rushed (Chang-kyun) MDNI 18+

Summary: In the quiet intimacy of your nightly routine, you and Kyun move from playful banter and shared skincare rituals to a slow, emotionally charged night where every touch speaks volumes. Themes: SMUT, Unprotected sex, fem recieving, Fem!reader, Needy!kyun, SoftDom!Kyun, fluff, silly and cute teasing, light mentions of overstimulation, porn (barely) with a plot Word Count: 3.3k

A/n: this is dedicated to @playboi03 . An early birthday present for my bestie bc there's a drought in monsta x fics and because I wanted to bring her dream to life to an extent. I HOPE YOU LOVE IT. i re-read and edited only this for like 10 hours so I really hope you liked this pooks.

The sound of running water echoed in the bathroom as you and Kyun stood shoulder to shoulder, brushing your teeth like a well-rehearsed ritual. Your elbows bumped now and then, toothpaste foamed at the corners of your lips, and you caught each other’s gaze in the mirror with a muffled snort.

“Don’t even start,” you warned, mouth full of foam.

He grinned, toothbrush dangling from his lips like a lollipop stick. “I’m just saying… you look real sexy with that mint mustache.”

You spat into the sink dramatically. “And you look like you’re about to sell me vitamins in an MLM scheme.”

He laughed so hard he choked slightly, pounding his chest with exaggerated flair. He sighed once he caught his breath. “You suck.” The unamused look on his face earning a laugh from you. 

Once the toothpaste was rinsed away and you began your skincare routine, he lingered in the doorway watching you, leaning on the threshold, arms crossed over his chest and bottom lip pinched between his teeth as he watched you intently before speaking up.

“Remind me,” he said, eyes twinkling, “Is this the serum that costs more than our electricity bill or the one that smells like fermented pear juice?”

You rolled your eyes but handed him the dropper. “It’s the one that keeps your skin soft enough for me to kiss. Sit.” You instructed him, pointing towards the toilet seat.

And he did—quietly, reverently. With his eyes closed, he surrendered to your touch, his posture relaxing beneath your hands like an animal finally safe enough to sleep. You pressed your fingertips into the gentle angles of his cheeks, smoothing moisturizer over skin already soft but always a little too dry around the temples. He leaned into it, the way one might lean into sunlight on a cold morning.

You worked carefully, massaging the cream upward along his jawline and over the bridge of his nose, your movements slow and deliberate. He didn’t speak, just let out the occasional sigh, lashes fluttering slightly but never opening. When you dabbed eye cream just beneath his lower lids, he muttered—halfheartedly, almost affectionately—something about being too pretty to need it, the corners of his lips twitching into the ghost of a smile.

“Skincare isn’t just for emergencies,” you murmured, thumb smoothing away the excess in soft arcs. “It’s maintenance. Like tending to a garden.”

He scoffed lightly but didn’t argue. When you finished, he reached for your hand and, without fanfare, brought it to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to each knuckle—one after another like they were sacred. His breath was warm, his pace unhurried. The gesture wasn’t showy or romantic in the cinematic sense; it was quieter than that, more meaningful. Like he was trying to say something he didn’t yet have words for.

The silence that followed wasn’t heavy. It was soft—comfortable. The kind that came only when two people had nothing left to prove.

He rested his forehead against your sternum, arms looping loosely around your waist as you combed your fingers through his hair. 

-

By the time you both made it to bed, the lights were dimmed, while some random YouTuber ranted about conspiracy theories on your tv. Your body fit perfectly against his under the blanket, your legs tangled, your head on his chest.

“Today wasn’t terrible,” he murmured, voice low and a little scratchy from the hour, fingers drawing idle shapes on your upper arm—lazy spirals, the occasional circle that trailed off into nothing.

You exhaled slowly, the kind of breath that only comes at the end of a long, demanding day. “It was just... a lot. Like my brain’s still buffering.” you tilted your head to look at him.

That earned you a pause—brief but telling. His throat worked as he swallowed, eyes flickering over your face like he wasn’t sure where to land. Then, he dipped forward and pressed a gentle kiss to your temple. The kind that wasn’t rushed or performative, just honest.

And then, right on cue: “You know what else is long?”

You groaned, forehead dropping to his chest. “Are you serious right now?”

“I’m always serious,” he said, trying and failing to suppress a grin. “I was building romantic tension. You ruined it.”

“You ruined it the second you turned a heartfelt moment into a dick joke.”

He wiggled his brows, smug. “Artfully.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“Oh but you love it.” He rolled his eyes as he chuckled.

You giggled against his collarbone. “Touché.”

A quiet moment passed. His hand was still tracing patterns—now slower, more deliberate.

“You know,” you added, “I had that meeting this morning with the manager who still thinks ‘synergy’ is a personality trait. I was this close to faking a connectivity issue on Zoom.”

He snorted. “You should’ve. That’s self-preservation.”

“And then the train was late. Again. Sat next to a guy who kept coughing like it was his full-time job.”

“Maybe he was trying to court you. In 18th century plague language.”

You nudged him with your foot. “You’re disgusting.”

“I’m multifaceted.”

“Mm. And how was your day, Casanova?” You asked, leaning up on his chest and cupping his face, rubbing your thumb over his cheek.

He sighed dramatically, gaze shifting to the ceiling as if to look back at the memory. “Well, I spilled coffee on myself at 9 a.m., nearly emailed a client a meme instead of a contract at 1, and accidentally joined the wrong video call where people were mid-argument about expense reports.” His brow twitched like he was fighting off a full-body cringe.

You tilted your head up. “So, wildly successful.”

He smiled. “All downhill until I got home to you.”

You stared at him for a second, skeptical. “You’re not about to set me up for another innuendo, are you?”

He gave a half-shrug. “I was debating it, but you looked too cute. I’ll save it for bedtime.”

“God help me.”

His hand began to roam—slowly, deliberately—across the dip of your waist. You shifted onto your side, the sheets rustling softly as your leg brushed against his. His eyes met yours just as your nose gently grazed his, your breaths mingling in the quiet.

“You’re impossible,” you murmured, voice low, intimate. “It’s like you get more beautiful every time I look at you. It’s honestly exhausting.”

He inhaled sharply, his gaze faltering for the briefest moment before returning to you, darker now. “Don’t.”

You tilted your head, searching his face, the corners of your mouth pulling upward. “No, really. Your hands—God, your hands are stupidly perfect. And your eyes just ruin me. And that mouth?” You paused, letting the silence speak. “It’s the worst. I think about it constantly.”

A strangled groan escaped him before he dropped his face into the curve of your neck, his lips grazing your skin as he exhaled hard. “You can’t say things like that while I’m doing everything I can not to lose my head.”

You smiled, fingers threading gently into his hair, your nails grazing his scalp. “Who said I wanted you to keep it?”

You straddled him before he could reply, your thighs bracketing his hips. His hands flew to your waist instinctively, eyes wide, mouth parted.

“You’re driving me insane,” he murmured, voice low and frayed as he pressed his hips against yours with a slow, deliberate roll. “You don’t even realize what you’re doing to me.”

The tension between you was electric—each subtle grind a heady collision of restraint and want. His arousal, firm and insistent through the thin fabric between you, drew a soft, involuntary moan from your lips. The sound hung between you like a confession.

Your foreheads touched, breaths mingling, uneven and shallow. He was so close, too close, and still not nearly close enough.

“More,” he begged. “Please. I need to taste you.”

You nodded, heart pounding, and in one fluid motion, he flipped you onto your back. Kyun eagerly pulled down your pyjama pants and slipped down between your thighs like it was second nature. He kissed your inner thighs with reverence, hands spreading you open, and when he finally tasted you, it was slow and deep, like worship.

You gasped, back arching off the mattress. “Oh, my God, Kyun—”

But he didn’t stop. In fact, he moaned into you, like you were his favourite meal, his reason for breathing. He lapped at you with long strokes, teasing and circling, sucking just hard enough to make your legs shake. His grip on your thighs never faltered. You were unravelling under him, tears in the corners of your eyes from the intensity, and he only pulled away to catch his breath and whisper, “You’re so good for me. Let me make you feel good. I love this—I love you like this.” Your legs were trembling, your fingers buried in his hair. He moaned again as he felt you come undone, like it was his orgasm, not yours, and he didn’t stop. Not right away. He licked you gently through the aftershocks, like he couldn’t bear to part from you.

He crawled back up your body, kissed your lips like he hadn’t just ruined you, then looked into your eyes with a flush across his cheeks and a desperate ache in his voice.

“I need you to touch me. I don’t even need to cum, I just need to feel you.”

You reached down to stroke him through his boxers, loving the way he trembled under your touch. “You’re perfect, baby,” you whispered, pecking his lips softly, “so perfect.”

He buried his face in your neck again, whispering filth and praise in equal measure, but it was the emotion behind his voice that really made your heart twist.

When his fingers slipped between your folds again, this time from above, he moved with such care—watching your face, praising your body, pressing kisses to your breasts while you clenched around him. You rode his hand slowly, every breath ragged, every sigh soaked in devotion. He talked you through it, murmuring how proud he was, how beautiful you were, how good you felt.

And you knew—more than anything—that he loved making you feel like this. Not just physically, but completely. Worshipped. Cherished. His.

His eyes, normally filled with mischief, now looked dazed—consumed by something heavier, needier. You’d never seen him like this: drunk on the taste of you, the high of your pleasure still thick in the air around him. His pupils were blown out, jaw slack as he panted. “You feel like something I shouldn’t be allowed to have.”

“You say that like I’m not already yours,” you whispered, voice trembling from the aftershock still rippling through you.

His breath hitched. “Say it again.”

“I’m yours, Kyun.”

His eyes fluttered shut, his forehead resting against yours as if the weight of that truth grounded him, sobered him from whatever haze your body had pulled him into.

“I want to give you everything,” he said quietly. You kissed him softly, coaxing him onto his back. As you straddled him again, the weight of your body made him exhale like he’d been holding his breath since the moment he laid eyes on you.

You leaned down to kiss his neck, his jaw, the hollow of his throat—soft, slow. Your fingers ghosted over the waistband of his boxers, feeling how painfully hard he’d gotten, how he twitched under your lightest touch. You could feel his pulse beneath your lips, hammering as you licked a path down his chest.

He let out a strangled moan when your palm finally cupped him through the thin cotton, and his hips bucked instinctively. “Oh my God,” he whispered, eyes rolling back as you pressed your lips over the outline of his cock. “Don’t tease me. Not tonight. I’ll beg if I have to.”

“You don’t have to beg,” you said, biting gently at his hip. “You’ve been so good to me. Let me make you feel half as good.”

But he caught your wrist before you could pull his boxers down. “No,” he said, voice shaky but sure. “Not yet. I just want to feel you like this first.”

Your brows knit, but you let him tug you back up, guiding your hips to grind against him again. This time, it wasn’t playful. This was desperation—wet cotton dragging against his aching length, your own arousal soaking through the fabric. You moved together slowly, breath catching in each other’s mouths, every press of your bodies building a heat so sharp it was unbearable.

He gripped your hips tightly, forehead pressed to yours. “You feel so good. Even like this—I can’t take it. I need more.”

“Tell me what you want.”

He groaned, his voice hoarse and reverent. “I want to be inside you. I want to hear you cry my name again. I need to taste you again. Please. I need it. Let me.”

You’d never seen someone plead with so much adoration. And how could you say no?

You slipped his boxers down with a gentle tug, your fingertips trailing along his skin. He shivered under your touch, breath hitching as your hand closed around him. You stroked him slowly—curiously—watching his face for every flicker of pleasure. His head fell back against the pillows, lips parting around a low, unfiltered moan. He was beautiful like this, undone and trusting, all sharp lines softened beneath your hands.

“God,” you whispered, smiling through a quiet laugh, “you’re so cute.”

His eyes fluttered open, dazed but warm, and he reached for you. You leaned down and pressed your forehead to his, both of you breathing in sync, pulses drumming just beneath the surface.

Carefully, you positioned yourself above him, the moment stretching in the quiet hum between your bodies. When you began to sink down, both of you gasped—a mutual unravelling. The stretch was slow, willful, and overwhelmingly intimate. Your hands braced on his chest as you took him inch by inch, your bodies adjusting to each other with wordless understanding.

His hands gripped your thighs tightly, almost tenderly, as though grounding himself. “You feel…” he couldn’t finish the thought—just groaned, deep and helpless.

You rested there for a moment, breathing heavily, your foreheads touching again. There was nothing rushed, nothing frantic. Just the two of you—bare, open, and impossibly close.

“I’ve missed you,” he said hoarsely, eyes locked to yours.

You kissed him slowly, tenderly. “Then don’t let go.”

“Has it been that long since we’ve fucked like this?” You asked, grinding your hips down softly, fighting your desperate need for friction. 

“A- a week.” he cleared his throat, clearly struggling to keep his composure when he felt you flutter around him. You smiled and began riding him. A symphony of moans flowing from the both of you, filling the room. The youtube video long forgotten but illuminating the both of you on your bed.

Your gaze glued down to him and he tried to keep eye contact but it was like he was under your spell. His head was thrown back on the pillow, face contorting and hands trailing to your waist like he still wanted to feel you if he couldn't look at you.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he said. “You don’t know what it means to make you feel like that.”

“I do,” you whispered, rolling your hips and picking up your pace. “I feel it too.”

“You’re so good,” he whispered, words shaky— breathy. “So responsive. You open up for me so beautifully. That’s it—just like that.”

You could feel yourself tightening around him again, your stomach clenching with another release building too quickly. He stroked your hair with his free hand, his eyes never leaving yours.

“You’re doing so well. Let go for me, baby. I’ve got you.”

And when you shattered, when he kissed your name into the curve of your shoulder, you didn’t feel like a body anymore—you felt like his home. A place he’d come back to again and again.

Because in that moment, the sex wasn’t the highlight. It was the way he saw you. The way he loved you—body and soul.

When you both came you sunk into his chest, melted into him and peppered soft— lazy kisses wherever your lips allowed and he dragged his hands up and down your back. 

The room was quiet now, save for the hum of the air conditioner and the slow rhythm of your breaths syncing back into harmony. The adrenaline had passed, the last tremors of pleasure still ghosting along your skin like a memory.

Kyun hadn’t let go of you once.

Your cheek was pressed to his chest, the steady thrum of his heartbeat anchoring you. His fingers, slow and unhurried, traced soft shapes along the bare skin of your back. He wasn’t saying much—but he didn’t have to. You could feel the love in every touch, every gentle squeeze of your waist, every press of his lips to your damp temple.

"You okay, baby?" he murmured finally, voice husky from exertion, but laced with a kind of sacred concern.

“Mhm,” you replied, too sated to form full words yet. “I’m good. You?”

“I’m perfect,” he whispered, like it was the only truth he knew. “You’re always so good to me.”

He reached over to the nightstand, pulling the drawer open with a quiet slide, and you watched through heavy-lidded eyes as his hand found the soft towel he always kept there, folded neatly atop a bottle of water and a spare hair tie—because of course it was. He always had everything ready, like loving you was something sacred he took seriously, like intimacy was a ritual he never rushed.

Now that warmth bloomed across your skin as he brought it to your inner thighs, his touch devoted but unhurried. He moved with quiet purpose, his fingers brushing over your most tender places with care—wiping away the mess with all the delicacy of someone handling something precious, something he didn’t just desire, but deeply respected.

As he worked, he murmured to you in a voice so low it was almost just breath: “You did so well for me, baby… so beautiful.” Each word fell like a kiss against your tired body, grounding you. Then came his actual kisses—first to the inside of your thigh, then to your knee, and finally to your ankle, soft and slow, like he was thanking every inch of you for letting him love you like this.

You couldn’t help it—you stared at him like you’d never seen anything so tender in your life. There he was, crouched at the edge of the bed with nothing but devotion in his posture and gentleness in his hands, and your heart ached with the weight of how much you loved him. Not just in the heady, breathless way from moments ago—but in the quieter, deeper way that lived in bone and breath and time.

“I think you were actually created in a lab,” you said, teasing but breathless. “No one is this thoughtful by accident.”

He grinned, and then climbed back into bed, gathering you against him like you were the only thing tethering him to Earth.

“I’m just trying to earn my place next to the best person I’ve ever known.”

You snorted softly into his shoulder, even as your arms snuck around his waist. “God, you’re such a sap.”

“As if you’re not absolutely over the moon about it?”

“Unfortunately.”

He chuckled, then tilted your chin up with two fingers, studying your face in the low light like he was seeing it for the first time again. “You look so pretty right now,” he murmured. “Like my wife. My entire life.”

You kissed him—slow and deep and grateful.

Kyun held you close, tightly— possessively.

Married life, you thought, didn’t mean routine. Not with Kyun.

It meant comfort. Ease. A love that still surprised you, still made you nervous sometimes, still made you want to kiss him for hours just because you could.

“You know,” he said, rubbing your arm absentmindedly, “I’d marry you again tomorrow. Even if we’d just met today.”

“Yeah?” you asked, tilting your head to look at him. He turned the tv off before looking back at you. He nodded. “No hesitation.”

Your heart twisted sweetly in your chest. You settled deeper into him, murmuring, “Then it’s a good thing we already got it right the first time.”

➽ Kpop Masterlist ➽ Main Masterlist ➽ Yoongi Masterlist ➽ G Dragon Masterlist ➽ Buy Me a Coffee

[jooyeonsvape]

— skyline (i.m)

genre; smut, fluff

pairings; idol!changkyun, afab!reader

w/c; 2k

synopsis; after months of lusting over shownu’s sister, changkyun and Y/N get drunk and start playing truth dare.

warnings; cursing, drinking, oral (female receiving), riding, unprotected sex

a/n; i don’t write for monsta x, this is for my bestie who is the #1 changkyun stan, but if you want to see who i write for, i’ll tag my masterlists.

[ masterlists ]

the way she sits on her bed crossed legged while looking in her mirror that i envy, drives me crazy.

while changkyun writes the poem he’s been thinking of lately, his door was opened by his roommate shownu, and he shoves the journal under his pillow fast.

“sorry, just reminding you, i’m flying to europe later. i left some money so if Y/N gets hungry or anything, you can use that. please protect my sister changkyun, don’t let anyone come over we don’t know.”

shownu was leaving for 3 days to promote his solo album while you stayed at the apartment with his roommate and it was more like a break from your controlling brother.

when shownu leaves the room, changkyun pulls the book out again and sighs when he looks at the poem titled “Y/N.”

he wasn’t proud of having a crush on his best friends sister but spending everyday with you, it began to be hard not to notice your cute habits, or your personality quirks that he shared.

before your brother leaves, you put on a show, pouting then kissing his cheek, “why does it have to be like this? i’ll miss you, but take your time, love you.”

shownu stops the door from closing and looks at you with his serious eyes, “no parties, the last thing i want is publicity about changkyun and i throwing a huge party, got it?”

you roll your eyes but understand where he’s coming from so you just nod, “alright i promise, be safe, text me when you arrive.”

the boys were nice enough to offer their extra room while you study in seoul, so you decide to be a good sister and not invite anyone over.

30 minutes later, changkyun walks past your open door shirtless and you hum at the sight, “gorgeous,” you whisper to yourself and watch as he makes himself something to drink in the kitchen.

he turns around to see you now sitting at a bar stool while staring at him and he jumps, “you’re so quiet.” he laughs but avoids eye contact so he just stares down at his tea, awkwardly stirring it.

“you know my brother left me some cash, but we have enough food, shall we order some beer?” changkyun thinks for a bit, weighing the pros and cons but gave in when he sees your cute pout.

“sure, but we need to pace ourselves and be sure not to get too drunk, alright?”

that was the original plan, but the both of you are currently playing cham cham cham on his bed with 3 empty beer bottles littered around.

you won the round and throw your arms up in victory, “i win again” changkyun’s eyes were halfway closed from the alcohol and he gags at the smell before taking the shot, making you laugh.

you felt bad about his continuous failure so you suggest another game. “how about truth or dare?”

“sounds good, i’ll go first, truth or dare?” you think and nervously whisper, “truth.”

“is monsta x your favorite group?”

you laugh at his question and take the shot, making changkyun gasp playfully, “i’m telling shownu.”

“truth or dare?”

he hums, “dare.”

“i dare you to call my brother and tell him that we’re doing,”

he takes the shot and giggle, knowing that’s what he’d do.

after a few more rounds you decide to make it interesting, “i dare you to show me your muscles.”

changkyun hides his face with a blush and you groan when he started to fill the shot glass. “noo, show me.”

he clears his throat and lifts his arms, flexing as hard as he could, “your arms are as big as my thighs.”

he got you back by daring you to show him your favorite body part on him, which led you to poking his nose.

changkyun chuckles, “my face?”

you shake your head and sit on your knees, leaning closer to him, “your nose.”

he gets compliments on his nose by fans often but this time his heart started racing fast, “what’s your favorite part on me?”

changkyun already knew, but he eyes you up and down slow anyway, “your legs.” you blush, looking at your legs, but they just look like regular legs to you. “they look pretty when you wear skirts.”

you raise an eyebrow, “do you look at them secretly when i wear skirts?” changkyun shamefully nods but you laugh at him, “it’s okay, i watch you too.”

“what do you watch?” you bite the inside of your cheek and look down, “i like when you wear sweatpants.”

changkyun looks down at the sweatpants he was currently wearing and laughs, “why?”

“your dick print.” you were blunt which made him turn his head so you didn’t see the blush that covered his face.

“i like when you wear these shirts, especially without a bra.” he was quick with his response and it made your heart beat faster.

you look down at the tank top you were wearing and didn’t realize how much your breasts show until he said something, “do you want to touch them?”

changkyun nods, the alcohol assuming all his critical thinking at this point and reaches his hands up to grab the boobs that won’t leave his mind.

he grips them delicately and your head tilts back at the feeling, “what do you think?” he laughs at your question and continues to palm them. “better than i expected.”

when he pulls away after a few more seconds, you take a deep breath and take your shirt off completely, “what about now?”

changkyun’s adams apple bobs from his nervous swallowing, then reaches in again, gripping your breasts soft like before. “they’re perfect.”

you lay down at his pillows and pull him close so he would kiss you while playing with your breasts. he lays next to you, with half his body on you and kisses your lips slowly.

during the kiss you could feel his hand rubbing your bare waist, which let a soft moan come out, and even with his muscles, you coulld tell he was a gentle lover.

a few minutes into the kiss, changkyun pulls away so he could leave gentle kisses on your neck, and you tilt your head back again with a moan.

“you sound so pretty when you moan.” his raspy words sent a shiver down your spine and you could feel it in your crotch.

his hand moved down to the area that was beating for him while he continued to kiss your neck and your hips lift at the feeling of him tracing a finger over your clothed clit.

he smiles at your reaction and begins to rub the spot, biting soft at your neck as a wet spot grows. “please.” changkyun smirks at your pleading, then slides two fingers in immediately and feels how wet you were for him.

you gasp at the feeling of your pussy being stretched then bite your bottom lip when he shoves them deep inside of you. “your fingers are amazing.”

he smirks again and pumps his fingers slow, digging his head in your neck with a groan. just seeing you moaning and panting for him made his dick feel like it was about to explode.

changkyun moves his fingers faster, curling them a bit so he could make you feel better and you let out a whine while he kisses your neck.

you grip the sheets and massage his hair with the other hand while he fingers you then kiss his ear softly. “is it okay if i taste you?”

“yes please.”

changkyun pulls his fingers out slowly and you watch in awe while he licks them clean. “you’re so sexy.” he blushes when you compliment him and he slides your shorts off quickly. “you’re sexy too.”

your legs close subconsciously when he gets eye level to your pussy but he kisses your thighs soft while opening them back up for him.

changkyun admires your wetness, watching it glisten in the barely lit room and you stare at the ceiling from awkwardness. “Y/N, i want you to watch me.”

you hesitantly look at him and he smirks before leaning down to take your clit in his mouth. a gasp comes from the back of your throat at the feeling and he swirls his tongue around the small nub with a hum.

you watch intently while his nose brushes against your clit while his tongue moves down to your folds, flicking them around.

you arch your back at his movements and a string of curses come out, “i dont think i will last very long changkyun.”

he smirks then continues to slurp out all your juices, his nose still rubbing your swollen clit and adding to the pleasure.

he slowly opens your folds so he could lick deeper inside of you and you moan loudly, clenching hard before cumming in his mouth.

changkyun licks up the sudden rush of juices coming from your hole and your body shakes from the sensation.

you watch as he sits up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, “you taste good.” you giggle and blush, hiding your face in his pillow.

he lays next to you on the bed and you take the opportunity to straddle his waist. “now it’s your turn to feel good.”

changkyun puts his hands on your hips, his heart beating fast in anticipation. “just relax and i’ll do all the work baby.”

he does as you say and watches you pull his sweatpants down to his knee, then blushing when his already hard dick pops out.

you give it a few strokes then spit on the tip before lining it to your hole and slowly sitting on his cock.

your mouth opens at his size filling you perfectly and he reaches up to massage your breasts. “good girl.”

you moan softly and start bouncing slow at first, then going faster when your pussy gets used to his size.

you could tell changkyun was enjoying himself by the way his face scruches and his squeezing on your boobs get harder. “go faster baby.”

you’re usually the teasing type but his desperate voice makes it hard to be cruel so you do as he says and bounce faster, moaning loud when his tip hits your gspot.

he grabs the back of your neck with both arms and brings you down to his chest so he could buck into you faster. “sorry baby girl, i’m really trying to be patient but i need to fuck you hard.”

you moan at both his movements and words, letting him do whatever he wanted to you.

changkyun moves his hands down to your ass and gives it a few slaps while simultaneously slamming you down, so your pussy engulfs all of his dick.

“is it okay if i cum in you?” he asks breathlessly and kisses your neck, “yes i’m on birth control.”

he groans loud and thrusts his hips up faster at the thought of being able to cum inside of you. “im close baby.”

you moan with him and sit up while he fucks you, your tits bouncing with every thrust. “cum for me changkyun.”

his eyes tighten up and he shoots his load deep inside of you, yours following close after with a whine.

you stay ontop of him for a few seconds and continue to slowly ride him until both of your highs ride out.

changkyun rubs your ass in his hands when you were too tired to get off, and just lay your head on his chest.

“thank you Y/N,” he was breathless still and you giggle, “thank you too, i’ve been waiting months for that.”

at this point, the pleasure made the both of you sober up and you didn’t want to think about what shownu would say when he gets back.

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Secrets

Summary: Your sweet boyfriend, a man who can’t get up when a cat sits on his lap and knows you like the back of his hand. Is more than just the sweetheart he is?

Fluff, Angst?, Mafia au, Secrets, Established Relationship au

Word Count: 1,968

Secret mafia boss! Hyungwon X Reader

[Mentions briefly: Minhyuk]

[A/n: @jinkoh and I couldn’t stop thinking of mafia boss! Hyungwon. And I absolutely had to write our thoughts into a fuller story. So please enjoy our brainrot~ And Kebbi, I hope this fulfills your brainrot as it did mine~ Lastly: thank you for checking over this, Kebbi! I appreciate it sm 🥺💖]

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Like every other Wednesday since you started dating Hyungwon, you’re heading to meet him at the cafe where you had your first date. And now you both meet up there before walking around a bit before heading to one of your homes and watching movies together. You get outside the cafe entrance to see him walking out with your two coffees in his hands. He smiles as he hands you yours, “I got you your favorite~” You grin and thank him before sipping on it. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, “So, how’s my baby been?” You smile, “I’ve been okay.” He pouts, “Just okay?” You sigh, “Do you remember that debut I told you about before?” “Of course I do. What about it?” “They’ve raised my rate by another twenty, and I was going to use that extra money to buy some records. And you’d think I’d already have paid it off by now, but the interest rates have been so high.” He lets out an “Oh,” and you look over at him, and he says, “I’ve dealt with horrible lenders before. It’s hard to hear you going through the same thing.” You shrug, “I suppose it’s okay, it’s just twenty bucks. Maybe by my next bill, I’ll have it paid off!” He smiles and clicks your coffee cups together, “Heck yeah!” 

You smile, “So, how has your business been going?” He hums, “We have more money coming in now, and that’s nice.” You agree, and he leads you to a park bench, “Why do we always seem to end up at this bench?” He gives you an eye smile, “You know why.” You laugh, “It’s where we met.” He removes his arm around your shoulder to hold your hand in his. You lay your head against his shoulder, and he leans his head on top of yours. You chat quietly, taking in the early afternoon air. His phone rings, and he parts from you, “Do you mind if I take this?” You shake your head no, and he gets up from the bench and discusses in hushed whispers. 

You wait for him to return, and he has a small pout playing on his face, “I have to go…” You pout back and go, “No, it’s our only day together until our date next week on Saturday…” He nods, and you get up from your seat. And he goes, “They really need me there. But I promise I’ll make it up to you.” You cross your arms over your chest, and in a faux stern voice, you say, “You better.” He laughs and kisses your forehead. You hold up your pinky and lock them, and he presses your thumbs together. “I promise.” You kiss his nose, “I know you will. I love you.” You let go of your hold. And he pulls you into a tight hug, “I’ll see you later.” You smile as you hug him tightly back, “You will.” And with that, you part ways, much too early for your liking, but you shrug when duty calls you must attend. 

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When you sat in your debt collector’s office the following day, pulling out the cash to pay him, he told you, “Your loan is paid in full. You don’t owe me anything this month or after.” You couldn’t believe your ears, “What?” He shrugs and goes, “Actually, I owe you some back pay.” You blink at him, trying to process it, “Huh?” And he pulls out a small yellow envelope, “Yeah, you’ve paid over a grand more than you owe.” He must be out of his mind! He just raised the rate last week! You scowl, “You’ve got to be kidding me.” He shakes his head, “I wouldn’t.” You shake your head, “No. Tell me what the catch is.” “There is none.” You glare, “Let me talk to your boss.” His eyes get big, “No one ever talks to him.” You shrug, “Well, I’m not just anyone. I want to know why you’re forgiving my loan.” 

He sighs, giving up, “Okay, but I warn you, he didn’t give me an explanation either.” You look at him, baffled, “What do you mean?” He shrugs, “He walked past me, looked at my records, and recounted them. He threw out your file and told me that your loans were forgiven. Then he gave me a thousand to give back to you.” You huff, “That doesn't make any sense.” He sighs, “You and me both.” “Can I please speak with your boss?” “I guess.” He has you follow him through the several-story building. As you approach the top floor, he says, “I’ll warn you again. He won’t tell you.” You sigh, “Well, I at least have to try.”  

He opens the door to the seventh floor, walks over to the entrance of the penthouse office, and knocks. You hear a loud voice boom, “What do you want?” Your debt collector’s voice is weak as he says, “Someone is asking you to explain why you forgave their loans.” A gruff voice says, “Come in.” Your loan shark goes in and gestures for you to follow him. The person is holding a newspaper with their legs kicked up on the desk without a care. He puts his newspaper down, and that’s when you see him. He’s wearing a long leather jacket, with leather pants and steel-tipped boots. He must have yelled at the guy to “Get out” because your collector is scampering out past you. But all you can see is that your once soft and sweet boyfriend is now your debt collector’s cruel and rash boss. 

In a blur, he’s up from his chair and standing before you, tucking your hair behind your ear, “How did you get here, dear?” You want to be angry. You want to be livid. But you're at a loss for words. How is your sweetheart a loan shark boss? He never specified his business, but this is what he does? He waits for you to gather your thoughts, and you ask, “Why didn’t you tell me?” He gives you a tight-lipped smile, “This isn’t the type of secret you tell someone you wish to keep safe.” You sigh, you find that so sweet and kind. Just like the Hyungwon you’ve always known. But he’s different? He has a commanding air around him now. And if looks could kill, your debt collector would have been dead. Yet here he is, trying to protect you from his truth to keep you safe. 

He waits for you to say something, searching your eyes for questions so he can answer them. With another minute of staring into each other’s eyes. He asks, “Would you like me to explain it over coffee?” And you ask quietly, “Will you explain everything?” He nods, “Everything you wish to know.” He looks over at his coffee pot, “Would you like to do it here or at our place?” You look around the room. It feels suffocating, “Our place.” He puts his hand out to you, and you carefully take it, wondering how this is your man. As you reach the main door, the rain starts pitter-pattering as your heart has since entering his building. 

He grabs an umbrella from a stand, and outside the door, he opens it, shielding you both from the rain. “So um, are my loans really forgiven?” He nods, “Yeah.” You ask, “And the grand?” “Backpay, you were right. You've already paid off your loan. He was making a profit off of you.” “Is that why your business has been so great?” He laughs, “No,” and nudges you as he says, “Well… Maybe a little.” You shake your head at him, “Have your ‘lenders’ forgiven other loans?” He nods, “Yeah.” 

He opens the door to the cafe and shuts his umbrella. You hear a bubbly voice go, “You two are never here on a Friday. What a pleasant surprise!” Minhyuk smiles as he goes, “Usual?” You nod with a small smile, and Hyungwon says, “Bring them over to us. I’ll pay later.” He nods, and you head to a booth in the back. “Are you sure you want to know more?” You nod, “I want you to explain everything.” Minhyuk comes over with your coffee. Hyungwon says something softly to him, and he quickly exits, changing the open sign to closed. 

“Is he a part of this operation, too?” He nods, “A different faction. He just does this job for fun. He’s really a florist. But we’re on the same sort of team.” You sigh, “Damn, even our coffee guy.” He laughs, “You don’t seem to be taking it as hard now?” You shrug, “Well, honestly, I’m not sure how to take it. My soft sweetheart is a hardened criminal.” He rubs the back of his neck, “Yeah…” You put your hand over his hand that’s resting on the table. “I have no reason to fear, right?” He shakes his head, “I’ll never put you in harm’s way.” 

You nod, and after a pause, “So, are you really a mafia boss?” He laughs, “In my faction, yeah, but there is someone above me. He’s a good guy, though.” You hum and ask, “I was wondering… Is it common for you to profit from people’s loans?” He grimaces, “Yeah… But I usually catch the loans when their time is up.” You tilt your head, “Why didn't you catch mine?” He drinks a sip of his coffee before brushing a hand through his hair, “I’ve been more focused on being with you than checking on the little details.” 

You shake your head, smiling at him, “So, did you evaluate everyone’s?” He wrinkles his nose, “Not yet.” You sigh, “Won…” He pouts, “It’s partially on you.” You cross your arms over your chest, “But it’s because of me that you remembered a part of your job.” He sighs, “You have me there.” You ask, “Shouldn’t you be doing monthly checks?” He nods, “It’s actually bi-weekly checks because of how many we have, so it’s easier to spread them out across the month.” “And what day did you usually do these?” He averts his eyes, “Wednesdays.” You shake your head at him and tease, “Ditching your duties to be with little ole me, huh?” He laughs, “Exactly, I’d much rather be with you than in that stuffy room.” You nod, “Me too.” He smiles and flips his hand over to hold your hand in his. 

You sigh, “I didn’t expect to see you today…” He laughs, “Same here. I didn’t want you to find out like this.” You squeeze his hand after sipping your coffee, “It’s okay. It’s better than finding out when your guns are blazing.” He laughs, “Yeah, I guess so.” You fiddle with his fingers, and he asks, “Are you still okay with dating me?” You squeeze his hands, “Yeah. You’re different from what I expected, but I’m content with that.” He brings his lips to the top of your hand, “I’m glad I love you.” You smile, flip your hands, and kiss his hand, “I love you too.” 

You sip on your coffee for a while. Just taking it all in before a question pops into your head, “So when will I get to meet the rest of your crew?” He sighs, “I knew you were gonna ask that.” You wait, and he goes, “Whenever you wish, my dear.” You smile, “Okay~” He looks over at the clock in the building, “Technically, it’s quitting time now. Would you like to make up for yesterday?” You smile, “I thought you’d never ask.” 

You leave after paying and waving goodbye to Minhyuk, who yells to Hyungwon, “You better flip the sign over!” Hyungwon laughs and does as asked before heading to your place to finish your belated date.

[kiiakpopwriter]

MONSTA X Reaction To You Getting Hit on By a Former Fling

Shownu

He would be extremely confused most likely. In his head, he's probably thinking to himself, "who is this man, and why is he talking with my wife?" LMAO, he FOR SURE would be asking you multiple questions to get an answer.

As for the actual guy hitting on you; I don't think he'd start a fight. He probably wouldn't approach him even. For the most part he would probably just stare from afar until you were finished talking with the former fling.

Wonho

I have a good feeling he's gonna be jealous. Because, why is this random man speaking with you? It should only be HIM who talks to you.

(Nah, I'm just kidding. He's not possessive like that.) He's an ultimate sweetheart!

All in all, he would walk over to you and wrap his muscular arm around your shoulder to indicate that you were taken.

Happily taken, at that.

You would be a blushing mess in front of your former fling, taking note of how protective Wonho was over you.

The former fling would suddenly become intimidated and awkwardly excuse himself from the conversation. And of course, Wonho would have a big smirk on his face.

Minhyuk

MOVE, MOVE, AND MOVE! He's not allowing it- NOT ONE SECOND.

He's walking faster than you could ever imagine. The only thing on his mind is telling off whoever was flirting with you.

After he reaches your position, he confidently looks into the man's eyes and begins asking questions. "Who are you?" and "How do you know Y/N?"

Yeah, he won't be too pleased knowing the man is a former fling of yours. It'll only motivate him to win your affection and treat you like the queen you are. He secretly would be afraid to lose you.

Kihyun

He has mixed feelings. For one, he feels confused and slightly on guard. But secondly, he also feels protective of you.

Kihyun would be curious and would want to know who the man was and why he needed your attention. It baffled him for some odd reason.

Although he wanted to walk over to where you were, he trusted you enough to not do anything stupid. He would be staring cautiously at the mysterious man until you came back and explained things to him.

Hyungwon

I feel that for Hyungwon it could go 2 ways:

He would mind his business and let you handle yourself appropriately.

Or 2, he would walk over to you and slowly intimidate the former fling with his handsomeness.

I definitely see him trusting you, but also going over there to understand what was happening.

Hyungwon knows he's attractive, and he uses it to his advantage when the right opportunity arises. And this was a perfect opportunity.

Standing tall next to you, Hyungwon stares the man down with the utmost look of disgust written on his face.

This alone intimidates your former fling, and he walks away without ending the conversation properly.

(The power of Chae Hyungwon, everyone!)

Jooheon (Joohoney)

Immediately goes over to you and attempts to distract you. LMAO.

Once Jooheon found out that the man was a former fling of yours (one of your friend's told him), he's basically SPRINTING over to you.

Once he arrives, he comes up with a random ass excuse just to get you to leave the conversation.

His excuse, you may ask?

He needed you to go to the ladies bathroom because you left something in there. (In reality, you didn't leave anything- he just wanted a couple of minutes to talk to the guy.)

I.M

He's such a weirdo about it, but in the best way.

I.M sees you talking with your former fling (which he was previously aware of), and unabashedly decides to march his way over to the guy.

Next thing you know, he starts acting weird in front of the man to scare him off.

You're in complete disbelief of your boyfriend's actions, but simultaneously intrigued. This was the I.M you fell in love with.

Once I.M is done with his shenanigans, the man looks at him weirdly and walks away without a goodbye. This puts a smile on his face, and he jokes with you about the encounter later in the day.

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Their s/o likes to play with their hair

Requests are open!

Notes: sorry this is so late anon! I took a little break from requests, but I’m so glad you enjoy my writing. I hardly ever get requests for the boys but I’m so happy when I do! 💕

Anon asks: Hi, I saw that you opened the requests for the boys from MX, I have a lot of ideas but I don't want to be a bother 😅, so I just picked the one I thought was the most adorable: Like how would they react when you pet and play with their hair? Do they get sleepy, feel calmer, or just get annoyed that you messed up their hairstyle? Lol Also, thank you so much for including Wonho in these, i miss them all together 🥹 sorry for the long text, i love your imagines💟

♡Shownu♡

While he doesn’t understand your adoration for his hair, it feels so nice when you pet through it he forms mind at all. He’s always giving you head pats in return <3 He’ll definitely fall asleep while you do it though, and oftentimes asks you to do it to help him fall asleep.

♡Minhyuk♡

He likes to wrap his arms around and lay against you as you okay with his hair. He finds it so endearing, he’ll let your hair back or draw little shapes and squiggles on your leg as you both talk for the evening.

♡Kihyun♡

He cherishes any and all affection you give him. It feels so nice to have you aimlessly playing with his hair. No matter how long you’ve been together his face always gets a little red when you do it, or just dote on him in general.

♡Hyungwon♡

He’s always ruffling your hair so you decided to do the same for him. He pretends it’s annoying and you’re messing up his hair, but you both know he loves it. He sighs in content and falls asleep fast cuddled in your lap after a long day.

♡Jooheon♡

He thinks it’s silly, but doesn’t mind. He really only wants you to do it when the two of you are in bed, talking about your days and drifting off to sleep. It’s not his favorite display of affection, but as long as you’re with him it doesn’t matter.

♡Changkyun♡

He doesn’t mind and finds it cute if you’re part. He’s known for picking at your hair and telling it around as well. It makes him feel loved and all soft, it puts his mind at ease.

♡Wonho♡

He loves any and all love you give him. He’ll lean into you, snuggling closer as you okay with his hair. It’s gentle quality time spent together. He’ll let you do whatever you want with his his hair. Gently twirl it, place tug it, twist it into little pigtails, or decorate it with your hair clips.

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100 Ways to Say, "I Love You" | Chae Hyungwon

100 Ways To Say I Love You: "I’ll meet you halfway"

Pairing: Chae Hyungwon x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Rating: G

Word Count: 0.3k

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In the delicate glow of sunset, Hyungwon found solace, his furrowed brows slowly smoothing against the tranquil scene. His exhausting routine as an idol constantly brought a flurry of challenges and pressures. Yet, his heart fluttered with a remarkable ease at the sight of his girlfriend.

One late afternoon, his overwhelming circumstances felt heavier than usual. He met Y/N at their secret spot, his eyes shadowed with uncertainty.

“Y/N,” he murmured, “How do I know when I pushed myself just a bit too much?”

Y/N looked at him, her eyes full of compassion. “You don’t have to take it all on yourself, Hyungwon. Remember our pact? ‘I’ll meet you halfway.’ I won’t let you take all the stress alone, you know? We told each other that when we got together. We are in this together. We’re a team. Always and forever.”

Y/N then extended a hand towards him. It was a casual gesture, but to Hyungwon, it equaled a lifeline. Lacing his fingers with Y/N’s, a wave of comfort washed over him. Their shared strength, the promise of meeting halfway, was his haven.

Arriving at the ‘midway,’ both literally and metaphorically, had a special meaning for them. It signified shared burdens, mutual respect, and unwavering love. Hyungwon chuckled, feeling lighter. Even at the pinnacle of his struggles, he had Y/N. Someone ready to walk halfway to meet him, to share his burden.

And just like that, the thought of ‘I’ll meet you halfway’ stuck. It wasn’t merely a phrase. It was their cute pact, a symbolic expression of their bond. With Y/N, Hyungwon realized he could face anything. After all, she was always ready to come halfway, to meet him in the middle, sharing the weight of his world and amplifying the joy.

Her smile was light as she pulled him in for a hug. He was quick to wrap his arms around her, his body melting into her embrace.

“I love you so much.” He whispered into her ear. This was the first time he’d ever said such words to her, but he knew that their little pact meant those exact three words spoken differently. His heart yearned for her. To spend each second with her. She was his soulmate.

“And I love you too, Hyungwon.”