#Hyunwoo can finally chill

[eviltiddyproductions]

finally watched the final two episodes of Queen of Tears and oh brother…. while it was not AS BAD as I was picturing, it was still pretty bad and that’s on the #writers.

I love a little bit of a almost dying situation here and there in kdramas sometimes because there’s nothing like it to up the ante but the entire show is based on one of the main characters dying so maybe don’t throw all of the tropes in one go? 😭

I was low-key happy that till episode 15 we hadn’t seen anyone from the main leads get physically hurt unnecessarily to the point of death because haven’t they been through ENOUGH ? but nope Hyunwoo got hit by a car and Haein got kidnapped ?!!! my poor Soo Choel got beat up !? someone’s gotta put their pen downnnn because we didn’t have enough time with any of this in general and then Hyunwoo gets shot….

at least later on the side characters are real about the fact that this is an insane run of events (they say: shooting in Korea?! is this a drama)

also the shooting scene was so lifeless to me. I guess I never really connected with Eun Sung’s character in any manner because he would illicit 0 emotions out of me. so when he’s manipulating her post surgery and when he’s truly going insane with the gun I just thought saw all that coming and did not feel the emotional intensity of it at all. in fact, I thought Haein might take the hit for Hyunwoo to throw one surprise in there but they just went hard on cliches with the last two episodes. Also in retrospect, if she did I’d be mad because my sister has been through hell and back so idk this is just me being a viewer in two minds 😭

thankgod for the few scenes of peace and quiet and laughter that we got with Haein and Hyunwoo in the hospital. It did make it up for me to be honest.

wanted to know from others if the whole Eun Sung and his mom being these bad guys was interesting for anyone? I swear even with the information about the boat accident and everything I was just like 😐😐😐 okay? I just didn’t care about it at all. nothing throughout the show made me gag or go wow! they’re so smart!!!!

also, I just knew that if they avoided the baby conversation pre surgery, we were never getting a proper moment with these two and that’s what happened. they deserved more because they’re both writing it in passcodes, have been sleeping in different rooms and were on the brink of a divorce if it wasn’t for a fatal illness and we leave this important and required conversation for 1 minute 😭??? in a timeline where Haein doesn’t have her memories ???

to be fair the writing had already missed to capitalise on a lot of things for me here and there so this isn’t surprising except that it’s just weird.

I wish someone in the production had taken time with the last 4-5 episodes of the show because it ruined the dream run for me a little bit.

One thing I cannot fault them on, the acting, direction and GOD the cinematography. I could go on for daysssss.

(Shout out to the music, the Crush song and the intro song makes me tear up immediately)

I’ll now go rewatch the beginning episodes for a bit because woah, cinema.

Lastly, I’m glad everyone got to be happy, I just need some time for this to settle in.

[crustyfloor]

A new pop-up store dropped for ALIEN STAGE's 2nd anniversary and wow. It's so sick.

It's Interesting what exactly these experiments are focusing on and monitoring.

Instrument practice

I found it interesting earlier that Till was so tame, more so than he usually is when he's going through experiments, but music, and making music is what he loves doing, So he was fully in his element here. This was probably the only thing he was made to do by the aliens that he at least tolerated.

(Additionally, judging by his collar (orange), he was at least calm. maybe he just isn't fazed anymore.)

//Side note, that head contraption looks familiar BUT this most likely isn't related at least i hope

(It puts me at ease, at least..)

Dance practice

This surprised me, but I suppose Mizi needed more skills.

She looks very startled here, and nervous(?) +It looks like she's doing this while singing. And with that face covering I assume this was a test monitoring her dance balance, precision, etc. At first, I did think it was odd, "Why would Shine put her through that" But alas I was reminded that even though Mizi is the flower of the group she was never untouchable, to Shine, this was the equivalent of teaching your dog to sit and stay.

(seeing this it reminded me of those scenes in movies where the people are dancing, and the music gets faster and faster until they fall. I wonder if she was doing through something similar to that)

Singing practice (?)

Similar to Till she also looks quite calm outwardly, if the machine around her neck is an iteration of the collars they have, then this process wasn't something she liked, or given how intense this experiment looks, this was a test of high-pressure to ensure she always stayed calm during performances (?). Then again this could also be a posture practice given all the structure focused on maintaining her position.

(What I believe was another form of this test was shown before so I think so)

(With her hands in a praying stance I wonder if she was praying to herself or singing a religious song (sweet dream?) It's also interesting that the machinery around her looks like a halo, and she looks so...angelic? holy?)

Image making practice

By image making, I think they made Ivan replicate expressions with his face. Whether this process was painful for him or not...I'm not sure. But it looked visibly uncomfortable, maybe that was the point. (His expression, even in this circumstance is so dubious..)

Ivan, among other things, needed to have a spotless appearance to be successful, his image was a priority given his skills were certainly guaranteed.

I assume the aliens eventually took note of his lack of expression, in the real world this can be a detriment to one's career, so the Aliens had to ensure quality was perfect. (To a more...dedicated level)

Superiority test

'Superiority test' Is very vague.

HyunA is very calm here too, likely sedated in that water with all the tablets on her. I guess this was a test to get an idea of a pet human's strengths and weaknesses, endurance, and temperament to compare and contrast them with others, testing who is more viable for Alien stage?

Another interesting, and sad part about this is that HyunWoo was there, watching his sister through her experiments.

(Also, it looks like both of her legs are normal, no alien leg yet.)

Heart rate variability

And finally, the most visceral of them all. The wording 'variability' makes this all the more sickening, the Aliens were testing his heart hours, testing it at different rates, speeds, and states. And he was in agony the entire time. Even the way he's clutching his chest, it gives me chills. This would've been a completely harmless test in a normal setting, as something quite similar to this can be performed efficiently in real life. But he's being tortured in the process.

This is one of the first times we've ever seen Luka's face so truly clear and unprotected, (understandably so.) He's even crying.

[xotaemintol]

HYUNWOO X FEM READER: GYM PHOTO (short)

SHORT! Word Count: 848

TWS: Masturbation, mentions of: kissing, sex, and oral sex (fem receiving).

PRONOUNS USED: NONE

Plot: After your boyfriend Hyunwoo sends you a picture of himself at the gym you get so turned on that you begin touching yourself to the thought of him, not even stopping when he walks in on you.

All it took was one mirror picture of Hyunwoo at the gym, his shirt was slightly wet and sticking to his skin from sweat the same sweat that dripped down his temples and arms. You said you’d only look at the picture one more time, that you were only trying to get a good look at what he looks like at the gym, but you quickly found yourself analyzing every droplet of sweat, every vein that pressed against his skin, the wrinkles of his shirt, and a slight bulge that pressed against his unforgivingly thin sweatpants. You didn’t even notice your body getting hotter or your breathing getting heavier until you felt your hand sliding down your body, you hadn’t even realized that you began touching yourself until your hand was already struggling to get underneath the band of your pants. When you finally came to and stopped looking at the picture, you considered for a second how immoral it would be to touch yourself to such a wholesome picture; after all, he’s only at the gym. So as you unbuttoned your pants and shoved them down messily you bit your lip in shame, and with your phone in one hand you slipped your other into your underwear.

At first, you were only teasing yourself, testing the waters by slipping your middle finger in between your folds as you stared at his forearms, you could feel yourself becoming warmer by the second, and with every caress, you were getting wetter. It didn’t take long for you to begin massaging slow circles onto your clit as you trailed your eyes up to his neck, swallowing as your mouth became dry at the sight of little droplets of sweat trickling down his body, you had never felt so thirsty so quickly. As you touched yourself you started imagining how he’d look above you, sweat dripping down his entire body as he locked eyes with you and thrusted into you with enough force to knock the air out of your lungs. So lost in your lust for Hyunwoo you began imagining licking the sweat from his body without even an ounce of shame left, vividly imagining the way your tongue would cool down his warm body and how he’d praise you for being such a desperate slut for him.

You softly cursed under your breath as you felt a chill slowly creep up your spine, your pussy throbbed at every movement of your finger and as you trailed your eyes up to his face your eyebrows furrowed and you licked your lips as you thought of kissing him, you can almost feel them, so soft and warm, the feeling of them like pillows against your body and his tongue so hot in your mouth or trailing up your body. You wished that you could reach through the phone and feel him, pervertedly run your hands across his body as he kissed you and explored your body with his veiny hands, you wanted to reach right through the screen and pull him into your bed, you couldn’t even put into words what you’d do to him or what you’d let him do to you if you could. Thinking of how badly you wanted to be seated on his perfect face, how his lips would feel against your pussy, his soft breaths blowing against the wetness and his hands pressed into your plush thighs as they tremble beside his head.

You felt like you had never wanted anything as badly as you wanted him at that moment alone like you could live a thousand years over and never want anything more than you wanted Hyunwoo in that single second. You had been teasing yourself for so long that over thirty minutes had passed, by then you were looking at videos and pictures of him that fans would thirst over, touching yourself to those as you waited for him to send another picture or video of him at the gym. But in the midst of your waiting you heard the door open, knowing that no one else had the key to your house but Hyunwoo you found yourself panting in excitement, you didn’t know that he’d be coming over or that he’d be cutting his gym session short today but you couldn’t care less. You wanted him to walk right into that room, strip down and fuck you into that mattress like he hated you, so as he opened the door and stood in the doorway you didn’t stop touching yourself as you looked at him, a four-second video of him replaying in the background as he eyed you for a second with his face quickly turning red.

“I missed you.” Was all you were able to get out before he snatched the hoodie off his body and walked towards the bed, he wasn’t going to waste a second thought about why you were touching yourself to videos of him or why you didn’t just call him if you wanted him this bad then he’d happily give you exactly what you’ve been craving.

[rubyreduji]

My Heart Has Gone To You | 10

pairing: lee jihoon x f!reader ch notes: fluff, soft ynhoon moments, more crying (but good tears), they are healing, smut [soft sex, explicit unprotected sex, marking, fingering, oral (m. and f. receiving)] w.c.: 4.4k a/n: FINAL CHAPTER!!! thank you all sm for everyone who has loved this series you guys are all the best <<33

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True to both of your words, you and Jihoon start your relationship at a slower pace, and Jihoon spends more time out of his studio. It’s a lot of spending time together in a big group and then working yourself up into one on one hang outs. You guys are both aware of your feelings for one another but you have both agreed to not act on them yet.

Your relationship with Jihoon isn’t as intense as it was before the fight, but you find you don’t mind the change. You guys are less dependent on each other which makes spending time with him even more special. You do miss having sex with Jihoon but you’re not too upset with the lack of it in your new relationship with him. It opens up to more soft moments together rather than lust driven moments.

When you think back to your old relationship with Jihoon, you guys did have sweet moments, but due to your busy natures, when you saw Jihoon you guys would have sex more often than not. Now you’re able to just enjoy his company and it makes you remember why you fell in love with him to begin with.

It’s about two months after you guys reconciled that you find yourself in a really good place with Jihoon. You guys have created a healthy balance between your work/obligations, your friends, and each other. You’re back to being comfortable with Jihoon and you guys spend many days a week together doing anything and everything and nothing together.

Jihoon’s efforts into becoming better have been successful so far and it warms your heart to see him doing better mentally as well. He still spends a good amount of his time in his studio or in Bumzu’s studio but he now knows when to take breaks and be a little less serious about it all. He also understands he has a limit to how much he can do at a time. He listens to you when you ask him to take a break and he accepts you with open arms when you ask if you can chill out in his studio with him.

Communication is something that also has become a big part of Jihoon’s (and your) life. He’s better at expressing his feelings and thoughts to his friends. When he needs space he tells his friend, and when he’s stressed he tries his best to express it in a way where he doesn’t take it out on the people he cares about.

You even open up to Jihoon more. You guys have several more talks about the fight you guys went through and each other’s insecurities but it’s not as hard as the initial conversation was.

You tell him about how you’re scared that he doesn’t need you anymore. How he’s going to become a famous music producer and you won’t be able to keep up with his new life. You explain how you know it’s silly but if things are going to get better he has to give you a place in his life as much as you give him one in yours. You both cry a little bit and Jihoon wipes your tears away and promises you that you will always have a place in his life.

Overall you are very happy with where you are with Jihoon and the improvements that have been made, but you can’t say you’re exactly content, which your friends have picked up on as well.

“When are you going to ask him out?” Sana asks you. “You guys have been doing really good lately.”

You’re out with your group chat which is titled “We Love Y/N But Not As Much As Jihoon Does” (that consists of Sana, Nayeon, Minghao, Soonyoung, and Hyunwoo). It started off as a Y/N Defense Squad and then the name changed after you and Jihoon made up.

You groan. It’s not the first time they’ve brought it up. “I don’t know,” you whine, “I don’t want to move too quickly.”

“Darling, trust me, it’s been a long time coming,” Hyunwoo tells you.

“You guys have been tiptoeing around each other ever since you guys became friends again,” Nayeon says. “Your feelings for each other aren’t a secret so just bring it up to him.”

“You didn’t hear this from me but Jihoon keeps writing love songs and I hear him muttering to himself about when to ask you out,” Soonyoung mentions and everyone at the table goes crazy.

“So why do I have to ask him?” You ask the group. “If he’s planning on doing it, why do I have to make the first move?”

“Because he’s too much of a wimp to actually do anything,” Minghao answers.

“Well then I guess we’re not getting together because I’m not asking him.” You sit back in your chair as all of your friends groan and protest.

“L/N Y/N.” You’re a little taken back by how serious Sana’s tone is while she addresses you with your full name. “Your pining for Jihoon is honestly pathetic when you could just pussy up and ask him out! He’s even more whipped for you than you are for him so I don’t know what’s stopping you. Unless you’re just a coward.”

“Oh do not call me a coward Minatozaki Sana.”

“Then ask him out!”

“Fine!”

For one of your photography classes you are required to go to an art museum and study the photography section and report back on your observations. You decide to go over the weekend and Jihoon asks to tag along with you, so now you guys are walking through the art museum, hands clasped together.

In the back of your mind you can hear Sana’s voice telling you to ask him out. You keep glancing over at him even though you know you’re supposed to be studying the art. He’s dressed in a crisp white button up and a pair of blue jeans and it’s making it even harder to look away from him.

“You do know the art is in front of us right?” Shit you’ve been caught.

“I mean, I think what I’m looking at right now can be classified as art.” Real smooth Y/N. Jihoon rolls his eyes but a faint blush dusts his cheeks.

“Shut up and do your assignment,” Jihoon mutters with no malice in his voice. This isn’t an uncommon occurrence; one of you guys flirting with the other only to leave you guys wondering if it’s somehow crossing the lines of your newly reformed friendship.

After you finish looking at the photography exhibit for your project you and Jihoon decide to keep walking around the museum to look at the other types of art. You guys make comments on the art and keep flirting with each other and you can’t help but think about how it feels like you guys are on a date. You feel really good being out with Jihoon like this. You’re happy and it’s back to feeling easy being around him. You think about how you don’t want this feeling to end.

Those feelings push you to squeeze Jihoon’s hand and tug him over to a bench that sits in front of a painting you guys were looking at.

“Y/N? Is everything okay?” The concerned look on Jihoon’s face makes your heart flutter and you have to steady your breathing before you start talking.

“If I’m being honest I wasn’t planning on doing this today but it’s been the only thing on my mind for a while and I just have to get it out. Jihoon, you mean the world to me and I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy before in my life. Us not talking was one of the worst and best things to happen to me because if it didn’t happen our relationship would never be as good as it is right now. The way I feel right now is how I want to feel for the rest of my life because I love you, so I’m asking you to be mine, officially. And I don’t want to just ask you out on a date because as much as I cherish going out and doing things with you, I also adore just putting on an episode of our favorite anime and cuddling the whole night away. I want you to be mine, and I want to be yours, but only if you’ll have me.” Your hands are gripping Jihoon’s hands tightly and you feel like you can’t breathe as you wait for Jihoon to say something.

Instead of saying anything Jihoon is just nodding, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. His hands are holding yours just as tightly and you feel yourself starting to cry as well. Jihoon is then grabbing your face and wiping your tears before he’s pulling you towards him. Your lips connect and a warmth fills your body as you kiss him back. His hands hold you gently and you can feel tears slide down your face and you’re not completely sure if they belong to you or him or both. When you guys pull away you confirm that both of you guys are crying, and now you guys are laughing as Jihoon wipes at your tears again.

“Yes. Yes I will always have you. I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine. I love you so, so much Y/N.” You’re then pulling Jihoon back in to kiss him again and he lets you tug him towards you. When you pull away again Jihoon brings you into his arms and holds you tightly, pressing kisses into your forehead. Everything is going to be okay.

“So?”

“So what?” You look over at Sana who is lounging on your bed.

“How was your date with Jihoon?”

“It wasn’t a date.” You roll your eyes at her unrelenting antics. “Nothing happened unless you count when he accidentally tripped me while we were walking through the sculpture section.”

You and Jihoon both thought it would be funny to mess with your friends for a bit longer and not tell them right away that you guys are dating. You aren’t totally lying to Sana though, Jihoon did accidently trip you in the sculpture section (he didn’t stop apologizing until you guys made it to the modern art section and he held your hand extra tight the rest of the time).

“You are impossible!” Sana groans and you have to stifle a giggle. 

Back at his apartment Jihoon is going through the same talk with his best friend.

“Did you and Y/N kiss?” Soonyoung is laying on his studio couch as Jihoon is moving around some files for his newest song.

“Why would we kiss?” Jihoon scoffs.

“Because you’re totally in love with her, and she’s totally in love with you, and you guys were totally on a date today.”

“We were not on a date today. I was just keeping her company while she finished an assignment for class,” Jihoon says nonchalantly.

Soonyoung rolls his eyes. “Yeah sure.”

“I’m being truthful Soonyoung. It’s kind of a sore subject though, so I’d rather you drop the topic.” Jihoon feels a little bad for telling such a blatant lie but Soonyoung drops the subject and Jihoon thinks about how he can’t wait to tell you about it.

“Have I told you I love you?” You and your boyfriend (you love being able to call Jihoon your boyfriend) are laying in your bed watching some American romcom when Jihoon speaks up.

You giggle a bit before answering. “Hmm I think you may have mentioned it once or twice. But tell me again just to make sure,” you whisper, not wanting your roommate to hear you guys, and Jihoon grins at you before placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I love you very much, pretty girl.”

“I love you too Hoonie,” you sigh contently and snuggle into him even more.

“Hey baby?”

“Yes love?”

“Could I maybe…show you how much I love you?” The question makes you pause for a moment. You and Jihoon haven’t had sex since before your guys’ big fight. It’s not that you’re against the idea, not at all, but you’re a bit nervous about the idea after the nature of your old relationship together. Jihoon senses your hesitation and presses another kiss to your forehead. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“No I want to,” you hear yourself saying, “just uh, we have to be quiet so Sana doesn’t hear.”

It’s been about two and a half weeks since you and Jihoon have made it official and you still haven’t told any of your friends. Many of them are getting suspicious though and Sana is at the top of the list. She keeps saying how suspicious it is that Jihoon is coming over to spend the night more frequently.

(“He used to sleep over all the time, Sana. I don’t know why you think there’s underlying reasons to why he’s staying over now.”

“Yeah, he used to sleep over all the time–when you guys were having sex! That is literally an underlying reason!”

“He did even before we started having sex, so that doesn’t prove anything.”)

Jihoon tilts your head towards his and kisses you. You hum into the kiss and tangle your hands into his hair. The energy is different from every other time you guys have done this. As cliche as it sounds you know that instead of just having sex like you used to, tonight you guys are going to make love to one another.

“Ji wait.” You pull away from the other boy and sit up. A look of concern flashes across Jihoon’s face.

“Is everything okay? Do you want to stop?”

“No, no! I just…there’s something I need to tell you before we do anything.”

“Okay…go ahead.”

You chew at your bottom lip nervously. “When we weren’t talking…I hooked up with Hyunwoo. Multiple times. We always used protection but I understand if you don’t want to do anything with me anymore, I just hope you don’t see me differently and-”

Before you can finish Jihoon is sitting up, pressing his lips against yours again. “Baby, I would never see you differently for that. Does it kill me inside to know another man has touched you like that? Yes. But there’s nothing we can do about it now and that was under very…strange circumstances. So I don’t care about that baby, and I still want to do this with you. All that matters is that I’m the last person to touch you like that, okay?”

You’re nodding and Jihoon is then tugging you back into another kiss and you can’t help but wonder what you did to end up with such an amazing boyfriend. Jihoon leans back so his back rests against the headboard with you sitting in his lap.

His hand cradles your head as he deepens the kiss. Your hands are playing at the hem of his t-shirt before you slide your hands up the fabric. You can feel his taut muscles under your fingertips as your hands run over his torso. Jihoon sighs at your touch and moves his free hand down to grip your waist.

“Missed doing this with you baby,” Jihoon says softly, “but it’s going to be different this time. I’m gonna take such good care of you.” His lips start to travel down your neck as he peppers soft, sweet kisses over your exposed skin. “Can I take this off?” His fingers play with the fabric of your shirt and you tell him yes. He pulls the fabric over your head and his breath hitches when he realizes you weren’t wearing a bra underneath. His hands reach up to squeeze your breasts gently as his mouth goes back to sucking at your collar bone.

“Nghh…Hoonie.” Your fingers grip at his hair as you grind your hips into his thigh.

“Is my babydoll already needy? Don’t worry I’ll take care of you pretty girl.”

Jihoon’s hand moves down your waist and to the waistband of your pants. His hand slips into them and you whimper quickly as his fingers quickly find your clit. Jihoon pulls you back into a kiss to quiet you as his fingers work quickly to pleasure the bundle of nerves.

Your hips grind down against his hand and you whine. “I need more Hoonie.”

Jihoon’s fingers move down more before pulling your panties to the side and sliding two fingers into your cunt. Jihoon groans as he does. “You’re already so wet baby, it’s driving me crazy.”

You can only nod as you bite down on your lip to keep yourself from making too much noise. Jihoon slowly pumps his finger in and out of you before adding another in and you let out a low moan at how good the stretch feels.

“I can feel your pretty pussy twitching against my fingers. You’re so sexy baby.” Jihoon leans forward to kiss at your chest before taking one of your breasts into his mouth. You feel his tongue run around your nipple before he sucks at the bud. Your fingers find purchase on his strong shoulders as you feel your body tremble from the pleasure.

Then all of the pleasure ceases as Jihoon pulls away and you whine from the empty feeling. Jihoon gently picks you up off his lap before he lays you down on the bed. He tugs his own shirt off and throws it onto the floor before doing the same with your pants and underwear. You shiver a bit as the cold air hits you but you’re not cold for long because Jihoon’s warm breath fans over your pussy which makes you shiver for a whole different reason.

Jihoon’s strong hands are on your thighs, pulling them over his shoulders. He kisses at your thighs and sucks at the skin there. You get impatient though and wiggle your hips around and Jihoon gets the message because right after his face is right in your cunt, his tongue on your clit. You keen at the stimulation and you can feel the vibration of Jihoon humming into your pussy. He sucks at your clit as his fingers play at the seam of your pussy, spreading your arousal around your folds.

“Please Jihoon,” you whine as you buck your hips up a bit. “Please I need you to fill me up.”

“Okay baby girl but shhh, remember we gotta be quiet.” You’re about to respond but then Jihoon shoves his fingers into you and you have to bite down on your hand to stop yourself from crying out.

Jihoon’s fingers curl up into you as he continues to lick at your clit. His fingers dig deeper every time he thrusts back into you until he’s hitting your sweet spot. Your hands bury themself in his hair as you push his head down into your pussy. Jihoon doesn’t mind though as he just keeps making out with your cunt. His slurping sounds are lewd but you can’t give them any mind when Jihoon is making you feel this good.

It only takes two more thrusts of his fingers before you’re gasping and coming done on his tongue. Jihoon removes his fingers and his tongue replaces them as he lets you ride out your high. He licks up as much of your arousal as he can before pulling away. His face is a mess but he just reaches down off the bed and grabs his t-shirt off the floor to wipe his face and hands off.

“Hoonie, please fuck me,” you beg. 

“Of course baby.” Jihoon leans down and kisses you. You can taste yourself on his tongue as he does.

Jihoon pulls away from you so he can slide his sweats and boxers off. He climbs back on top of you before spreading your legs and lining himself up to your entrance. He ruts into you a bit before sliding all the way in. You guys share a low groan as Jihoon bottoms out right away. He always claims that you’re made to take his cock and sometimes you can’t help but wonder if he’s right.

“You okay?” Jihoon’s voice is breathy and deep. You only nod as you wrap your legs around Jihoon’s hips, encouraging him to start moving. He does that and slowly slides his hips back before slamming them back into you.

You bit down on Jihoon’s shoulder to keep quiet. Your fingers dig into his back as he starts to thrust into you. He fucks into you at a steady pace as he mouths at your chest, leaving small bite marks littered across your chest.

“Mmm, love you so much Hoonie,” you tell him as you clench down around his cock.

“Ngh, don’t do that baby I’m gonna cum too soon,” Jihoon mumbles against your skin. “But I love you too, pretty girl.”

“What if I want you to cum?” You whisper into his ear before you move your lips down to his neck.

Jihoon’s hips stutter in you before he lets out a groan and you feel his thick cum leak into you. Jihoon whines as his hips start moving again, pushing his cum further into you.

“Baby, that wasn’t supposed to happen. M’sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it, just make me cum Hoonie,” you tell him and he complies. Despite just cumming Jihoon’s pace picks back up again and the pads of his fingers find purchase on your clit again. He rubs tight circles into it and soon you’re clenching down around his cock, your pussy fluttering as it does.

Pleasure washes over you in waves as Jihoon’s hips continue to rut into you, helping you through your orgasm. Both of you are breathing heavily as you try to recover from your highs.

“I’m still hard,” Jihoon mumbles, a touch of embarrassment in his voice, as he pulls out of your.

“Lemme take care of you then.” You’re then pushing Jihoon down onto the bed and he looks like he’s about to stop you but before he can your lips are around the tip of dick, alreadying sucking. Jihoon lets out a high pitched mewl as his hips buck up a bit.

You swirl his tip in your mouth before taking his cock back into your mouth. You bob your head up and down a bit before you push your head down deeper and take all of him in your mouth. Jihoon can feel his tip hitting the back of your throat and his throat closes up. Your mouth feels too good on him.

Your hands come up to play with his balls and Jihoon has to grab onto the sheets to keep him from grabbing at your head. Your mouth pulls off him with a pop and your hand is moving to grip his cock and you run your thumb over his slit. Precum dribbles out of his tip as you kiss down his shaft to his balls. Jihoon is whining above you which only spurs you on. You take one of his balls in your mouth as you fist his cock in your hand, pumping slowly.

Jihoon is grinding his hips into your hand but before he can cum he’s pulling you away from him. “I wanna cum inside you again baby. Please ride me,” he begs and you grin, you love needy Jihoon.

You crawl up to Jihoon’s body so you can kiss him. While your lips are still locked together you line yourself up with Jihoon’s cock and sink down on it, your kiss muffling Jihoon’s moans. 

Jihoon’s hands find your waist and he helps you slide up and down on his cock. He loves watching where you guys connect, your pussy sucking him in expertly. He licks his lips as he watches your tits bounce in his face. He leans forward and takes on in his mouth and you grab onto his shoulders to keep your balance. Jihoon’s tongue is wet and warm against your breasts and you swear it’s making your pussy wetter.

“Please Hoonie, so good, I need more.” You keep babbling on quietly as Jihoon’s hips start to thrust up into you, meeting your hips as you ride him. “Jihoon,” you whine, “I’m so close.”

“I know baby, me too. I wanna cum at the same time.” Jihoon’s hands are back on your hips as he slams you down onto his cock, trying to get you to reach your climax. “You look so pretty like this, and it’s all for me. Gonna fill your pretty pussy with my seed.”

Your pussy is clenching down on Jihoon’s dick as he releases his warm semen into you for a second time. “So good Hoonie, thank you, feels so good.” You’re still rolling your hips, grinding against him as his lips suck at your neck so he doesn’t make any noise.

“Hey Y/N, we’re making tteokbokki do you want- OH MY GOD!” Your door is opening and Nayeon is standing there stunned as Jihoon is scrambling to try and shield your naked body for a bit more modesty. You’re a bit surprised at how fast Jihoon’s reaction time is because you’re a bit too stunned to do anything but cling to Jihoon.

“Nayeon, get out!” You hear Jihoon shout and you can feel your face turn red from the embarrassment of being walked in on while having sex with you boyfriend. You didn’t even know Nayeon had come over.

“So you guys are together!” It’s Sana who is yelling this time as she stands behind Nayeon. “I’m telling the group chat!” Nayeon is spewing apologies as she closes the door before going to rush after Sana.

You groan and drop your forehead onto Jihoon’s shoulder. He only sighs and starts to laugh incredulously. You join in before Jihoon leans down to kiss you again, already brushing off the whole situation. You do as well as you melt into his touch, falling back into the little world of just you and your boyfriend. You think after everything you deserve at least a few more minutes alone with your boyfriend before anymore chaos ensues.

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Drug Lord!Yoongi x Coffee Shop Owner!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

The Final Chapter -- Chapter 33.

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Mentions of Drugs and Drug Deals, Blood, Smut, Emotional Damage, Love, Gunshot Wounds

Warnings For This Chapter: Nothin Just Good Ol' Fashioned Fluffernutters

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Sometimes it'll be the winter chill creeping through the open lace curtains or Rex the rooster waking you up at the crack of dawn. In those moments it's easy to pull the thick duvet cover closer to your body and try to will your body to go back to sleep. Most of the time your loving fiance will drape his arm over you and mumble sweet words in your ear with a sleep laden voice as his lips drift over the back of your neck. Some mornings when he presses his face to your skin, you can feel the gnarled scar by his eye grazing against you and somehow it comforts you even further.

But this morning when Rex wakes you, there's no comfort to be found.

You lie still for a bit, pulling the covers closer and closer until your body simply refuses to fall back into the peaceful slumber it once was in just moments ago.

You can hear the soft patter of gentle footsteps in your bedroom that seem to echo all around you and you know for sure that you're not getting back to sleep anytime soon.

"Morning, buddy," your fiance whispers, trying not to wake you.

Pulling the duvet slowly away from your face and over your shoulder, you open one eye slowly.

In the corner of the room, slowly becoming illuminated by the rising sun, you can see Yoongi sitting down in the rocking chair with your one month old son in his arms. He has a bottle of milk positioned beneath his chin as he scrolls through his phone and you can only smirk at the sight of his fatherly multitasking.

There are mornings like these where everything about your life comes over you in waves like the grandest ocean.

When you first met this man you were appalled by him, simply trying to save your little brother from being murdered or seriously injured. Then you had to sign a contract with him that took you away from your shop and your passions to live in the forest most of the time. He taught you how to handle him being by your side naturally and slowly but surely, everything about him began to consume your heart. You understood him better in mere moments when you would hear about his childhood and how terrible the people around him were.

You were jealous of a woman who broke him and you fixed him like he was some precious vase of ceramic with cracks and chips along the whole surface.

He didn't want to fall for you at the beginning, he didn't want to become enraptured with you but sooner or later, he was in the palm of your hand like putty.

It wasn't easy for him to just accept this but somehow he did and his heart opened up to you showing you all the love he'd held onto for so long that not a single person got to see.

Sometimes you wonder what would have happened if you dated Hyunwoo instead, you can't imagine how all the euphoria of this life with Yoongi just wouldn't exist.

"I know, I know," the father of your child coos, setting down his phone and pulling the bottle away when your son fusses in his arm.

"Daddy!"

Yoongi tilts his head towards the door, putting his finger to his lips.

"Mama is sleeping, princess. C'mon," he chides in a hushed tone.

Your oldest child slaps her hand over her mouth with wide eyes and you can't help but smirk at the sight.

Sang is very much loved, a bright, sharp witted six year old that has her fathers looks and your fiery personality.

Once the whole mess with the snakes was taken care of, Yoongi made good on his promise. Although everyone in the family was making fun of him, he did indeed buy the farmstead you spoke about.

It quickly became your place of peace and living in the forest seems like a past life at this point.

You ended up giving birth at the farm like you wanted to and Sang was healthy from day one on this Earth.

The former drug lord found such beauty and love from his newfound family and he now dotes on his kids like nothing else in the universe.

"Hungry," Sang grumbles, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Where's your brother?" Yoongi inquires, leaning forward to peek down the long hallway.

"Sleeping! All he does is sleep and sleep and sleep!" your oldest daughter complains, stopping her tiny foot.

The fatherly smirk that etches onto Yoongi's face makes you want to give a heavenly sigh.

"Let me finish feeding Sanhwa and then I'll make you guys breakfast, okay?" your fiance asks sweetly.

Sang puffs out her cheeks as she thinks, running her fingers through her long black hair before nodding. "Fiiiiiine."

When she turns around to leave in the most dramatic fashion, your man only snorts softly, rolling his eyes at the princess's attitude.

"Women," he murmurs to your youngest son, bringing him up to his broad shoulder and rubbing his back.

When Rex crows again, Yoongi stares out the window to watch the rising sun.

Your days always start early now, the farm is a lot to handle but you both have your individual jobs. You mostly grow plants like fruits and vegetables, ones you live off of with chickens for fresh eggs as well as having horses and smaller farm animals that the kids have deemed their pets like Rhyz the potbelly pig and Juni the llama.

Taking care of the farm is a whole ordeal but you also have a full blown business with coffee that just simply adds to the daily chores. The both of you own a coffee farm in Brazil where you spend half the year, right now in the cold bitter months of winter Jeongguk and Hanna live there and they always do an amazing job taking care of the workers and the coffee plants.

So when you can spend extra time in bed, even if you aren't fully asleep, you take it.

When Sanghwa fusses again, you know that you're going to have to get up soon. He's a mama's boy through and through, unfortunately for your fiance who wants all the love you get.

"I know, it must be so depressing that daddy is taking care of you," Yoongi feigns dreadful sorrow with a fake heavy sigh.

"Daddy! Song won't let me play!" Sang screams at the top of her lungs and the former drug lord simply curses under his breath.

Sang and Song can't share toys, it's almost like it's been weaved into their DNA.

When Sang was only three months old, Song was growing in your belly. They're not far apart in age and sometimes that makes it more difficult to get them to understand each other.

Yoongi says he didn't mean to get you pregnant so fast but when he just kept smiling whenever you would complain about it, it was almost certain to you that he did it on purpose.

Five years later, you're more than grateful for all three of your kids.

Sanhwa begins to cry, it starts off soft and you finally sit up before it begins to reach a pitch that'll shake the walls of your home.

Your fiance smiles tiredly at you, patting his small son's back to try and calm him down.

"Mommy's up. Mommy's up, it's okay, little man," he whispers, standing up with a groan and walking towards you.

When he hands you your son, he plants a gentle kiss on your lips. His hand caresses over your cheek and his thumb drifts sweetly over your cheekbone.

His face is highlighted in the luminescent shade of orange from the sun and in this moment you can barely remember when he had a gun in the band of his tight suit pants all those years ago.

"Morning, sweetheart," Yoongi breathes, sitting down by your side.

Sanghwa stops crying immediately, grabbing ahold of the strap of your sports bra and tugging on it like he always does.

"Morning," you chirp, rolling your head around on your shoulders to loosen your muscles.

"I ever tell you that you're kinda hot?" Yoongi inquires playfully, pushing some hair back behind your ear.

"Can't recall it," you reply with a smirk.

He smirks then, looking over at his son who's already dozing off on your shoulder.

"What's so wrong with my shoulder? Why does he hate me?" Yoongi scoffs, widening his eyes.

"You don't have a tit full of milk," you joke.

Your fiance smiles, a perfectly white set of teeth that glimmer in the wee hours of the morning greet you. "I'll get right on that then."

You bask in each other's presence for a little while, both hands drifting over each other's skin comfortably until there's a loud crash that makes Yoongi sigh.

"I'm gonna go make the little tiger's breakfasts and then start on the farm work. Come down and eat," he decides, slapping his knees.

You give him a small nod, giggling when he groans once more as he stands.

"Don't laugh, baby doll. Once your postpartum pain goes away I'm fucking you so hard that you'll be groaning every time you get up," he hisses, wagging his finger at you as he walks backwards towards the bedroom door.

"You can try," you breathe jokingly.

Narrowing his eyes at you, he leans against the door frame. "Keep it up, sweetheart."

You stick your tongue out at him, rocking Sanghwa slowly until he's sound asleep.

"Daddy!"

Yoongi tilts his head into the hallway, almost certain there'll be a child running full force at him. "Yeah! I'm coming, princess!"

"I'll be right down," you promise.

All your fiance does is wink and then he's gone from sight.

Staring out at the bitter winter outside your window, you're snug in a blanket with a cup of hot chocolate in your hands to keep you toasty warm. Both Sang and Song are playing in the living room just beside you and you're surprised when Yuqi and Namjoon enter the house along with your husband who's back from the barn.

"Hello, my little cubs!" Yuqi cheers, taking off her fur coat.

Joon takes her coat without a word before throwing himself down on the couch beside you with a groan.

"What's your problem?" you inquire with a laugh.

"I had to drive over three hours to get here after getting off the fucking plane because you want to live in bumblefuck nowhere like some damn despot hideaways," he murmurs, tiredly.

"Wow. Look at you. Surgery went well I see," you muse.

Joon brings his hand to his scarf, pulling it down just low enough for you to see the bandages that cover his stitches. "Brazil was great but I'm happy to be home."

His voice isn't scratchy or pained and it warms your heart to see him speak without flinching with every word he utters.

"Yuqi must love that, now you can fight back,"  Yoongi jeers, handing his best friend a glass of whiskey.

"Oh shut up!" Joon's wife hisses as she sits down on the carpet beside your children.

Your fiance looks down at your kids, seeing how engrossed they are with playtime and he's happy he can sit down for a minute to unwind.

"How's the coffee farm?" he inquires.

His work though is truly never done.

Namjoon sits up taller then, giving the boss his full attention. "It's good. Better than good, honestly. Everything is perfect right now."

"The Macchiato Corner on Elmwood is finally done with renovations and it'll be up and running by next week," you add to the conversation.

"That's number ten. Soon people won't even want to go to Starbucks," Joon breathes with a sparkle in his eye.

It wasn't easy at first, all the guys didn't know what to do if they weren't peddling coke out to smaller dealers and fighting with people until they left faces bloody but sooner or later they got the hang of it and now everything runs like a well oiled machine.

"Hoseok's going on vacation with that model next week so I'm gonna have to run down to the city for the next couple of weeks," Yoongi announces, bringing his glass up to his lips.

"No daddy!" Sang chirps, earning all eyes on her.

Your husband smiles lazily, raising his scarred eyebrow. "Oh no? Why can't I?"

"Then I can't spend the day with you!" she whines, crawling over to him and resting her cheek on his knee.

His smile only grows wider at her loving affection and he courses a gentle hand over her cheek. "I'll take you to work with me some days, how about that?"

"What about me?!" Song yells, dropping his action figures and folding his arms stubbornly.

"You don't want to spend time with me?" you inquire with a smirk.

"I do… Fine! I'll stay with mommy and Sanhwa while you and daddy go be boring!" Song cheers, smiling up at you.

With a playful wink, you comb your fingers through his hair when he gets close enough to hug your legs.

It's not hard to completely separate your old life with what you have now. Even though you know that Yoongi has a box of guns hidden somewhere in the house just for emergencies. You've really come to adore this new life outside of the forest and away from all the illegal activities you used to participate in.

"Did you guys know that Taehyung bought a house?" Joon inquires, picking Sanhwa up carefully from his bassinet beside the couch.

Turning your attention to him, you fix your newest born boy's onesie with pinched eyebrows. "He has two houses already. What does he need a third for?"

"For his hoes," Yuqi muses.

"What's a hoe?" Sang asks innocently.

Yuqi hangs her head immediately, shaking it with a laugh.

"S-Something daddy uses when he tills the dirt on the farm!" Yoongi gasps quickly, digging his fingers into his glass of whisky and grabbing an ice cube before chucking it at his old friend.

"Mommy has a hoe too! Both mommy and daddy have a hoe!" Song adds with confidence.

Namjoon's laugh is loud and rickety, his eyes squeezing shut with each gasp of breath he takes.

Yoongi presses his lips into a tight line, cheeks puffing out as he tries not to give in to the laughter that wants to overcome him.

Snorting softly, you roll your eyes.

"I'm so sorry," Yuqi cackles, throwing herself onto her back.

"I hate you," you giggle, shaking your head.

Even when the farm work is done, even when the kids go to bed, you and Yoongi still work on the coffee enterprise until it's difficult to keep your eyes open.

With your son at your breast and your head down in paperwork, you barely notice your fiance entering the bedroom.

He stares at you for a while from the doorway and he can't contain the love that bleeds through his veins like his life's song.

Folding his arms, he lets the day come to a close in the most relaxing way -- watching you.

When Sanhwa is done feeding, you put him over your shoulder until he's burped and asleep.

"Come to bed," Yoongi begs sweetly, stepping into the room.

You nod to him, setting the youngest down in his bassinet and walking over to the bed.

Yoongi hums softly, sitting down on the edge of the mattress and wrapping his arms around you. He lays back, taking you with him as his arms protect you.

You giggle gently, wrapping your arms around his neck and running your fingers over the dragons that dance along his scalp.

"I love you, sweetheart," he mumbles, kissing over your sternum.

"I love you too," you avow.

His lips graze over the large golden tiger above your breast and his eyes are consumed with adoration.

You both get comfortable for a minute, Yoongi takes to getting practically naked while you lay on his chest and wrap your limbs around him like he's some sort of pillow.

"Yuqi told me while you were putting the kids to bed that she saw Olive and Sedra on her way back from the airport," Yoongi gossips, kissing over the top of your head.

"Oh yeah?" you inquire tiredly.

"Apparently all of the Lim clan is going to jail."

Your eyes widen and you look up at him in an instant. "What?!"

He shakes his head at the thought. "They sold heroin to the wrong people. It's really kinda sad. What are the women gonna do? Sedra has seven kids, y'know?"

Remembering Yoongi being in jail is not a memory you like to dwell on after six years and you can certainly remember in vivid detail how down and depressed you were when you had Sang in your belly and he was gone. It's not something you would wish on your worst enemy.

"That's terrible," you agree in a whisper, drifting your fingers down his chest.

"I'm happy we got out of that life when we did. I wouldn't want any of our kids to know it. Even Guk, he's got a kid on the way. I wouldn't want him to have his son know that type of shit."

Just thinking of your unborn nephew in that type of situation sends a shiver up your spine but you're quick to shake your head and shake the thought out of your mind.

"I'm happy with where we are and I'm happy you stuck with me through everything, even if I had to get you to sign a contract to begin it."

You smirk, drifting your lips over the multitude of ink inscribed on his chest.

"I don't mind contracts now."

Yoongi flips you over, crawling over you with a playful hum. "Oh yeah? I got a contract for you then."

"Oh?" you reply.

"Next time I get the pleasure of being inside you, you get pregnant for me again," he breathes, kissing you softly.

"It's a deal," you muse, smiling up at him.

"Good girl," he purrs, falling beside you and wrapping his arms around you.

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Yoongi."

Dreams are never meant to become a reality but somehow, somewhere a dream you never even thought you'd be able to have came true.

Yoongi started out as something you could only describe as a nightmare, he was someone you wouldn't dare interact with but then he became the love of your life in such a short amount of time.

You couldn't even imagine your life any other way, especially when your unknowing dream became your reality.

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INSIDE YOUR HEAD. An infatuation can bring more to your mind than just your own thoughts, and Changkyun’s sure to make you learn that. DETAILS — [ M | drabble | gn! | <1k ] GENRES — vampire! au, supernatural, romance

HOSPITAL. Going into an abandoned asylum to film wasn’t entirely a good idea, but Changkyun’s charming libido seemed to be a good motive — aside from the strange creaks and shadows. DETAILS — [ M | drabble | gn! | 1k ] GENRES — horror movie! au, smut, horror, thriller

LIQUID. Gaining the confidence to acquire a new secret about your boyfriend, Changkyun’s mystical appearance beneath the moonlight entices you to fall deeper in love with him. DETAILS — [ NC-17 | drabble | gn! | 1k ] GENRES — merman! au, fluff, suggestive

QUICK DUBS. Going to the dorms to offer your boyfriend takeout, you find him playing video games naked and decide to use the setting to your advantage. DETAILS — [ M | drabble | gn! | 1.2k ] GENRES — gamer! au, boyfriend! au, smut

A BUCKETLIST MOMENT. Hours into a road trip with his car’s gas tank on empty, Changkyun shows you that even a weird situation can be memorable for the right reasons. DETAILS — [ M | drabble | gn! | 1.5k ] GENRES — roadtrip! au, smut, romance

TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS. When your bathroom’s shower stops working and Changkyun offers to let you use his, a scene that’s all too thrilling follows and it causes sparks to fly. DETAILS — [ M | drabble | gn! | 2.6k ] GENRES — roommate! au, smut, romance, fluff, comedy

↳ Please note that all works are purely fiction, and not intended for disrespectful purposes. © copyright bearseokie 2020-2022, all rights are reserved. do not modify, repost, or translate without my permission. please.

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[appleteez]

Mine (2)

Pairing: Hoseok x reader

Genre: smut, some fluff, reader 8th member

Word count: 1744

A/N: This is the second part of “One Night In The Shower” so... If you haven’t read that one I would recommend reading that one first so you can kinda understand what’s going on :) 

So in case you forgot what happened in the “last episode”. I slept with Hoseok, we decided that yes we do have strong feelings for each other, and I decided that it would be best for me to leave the group. So here we go.

“You’re what?” My manager says a little dumbfounded thinking I was probably going through a weird face.

“I’m leaving Monsta X.” She starts to laugh almost histerically.

“Yeah, right no you’re not.”

“Yes, I am.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I can go like that all day don’t try me.” She squints her eyes and sighs.

“Why do you want to leave Monsta X THIS time..” Ok, so maybe I have an history of being a little dramatic, and wanted to leave the group over the smallest stages errors or little scandals. However, this was bigger. This would not just be a small scandal. This could destroy us. I mean some fans could be happy for us, but could I risk all the other fans that would freak out over the situation. I know our fandom is fucking amazing and super chill and wants the best for us but.. (Shout out to Monbebes.. mhh anyway.) This was too much for me at least.

“I did something bad, really bad.”

“Like what, you slept with one of the members or something.” She says laughing looking at some papers. No answer from me. She stops reading mid sentence without looking up. “Y/N.. answer me.” I stopped moving and was just staring at her desk with a nervous smile. “Y/N?” She finally looks up. “Oh my god ! You actually did !!!! Who !!?”

“Hoseok..” I barely whimper.

“Oh, at least it kinda makes sense.”

“What does that mean?”

“You guys are so obviously flirting together. So what’s the deal, you guys are dating and you’re sacrificing yourself for him by leaving the group, so it doesn’t go too public?”

“Something like that..”

“Look, I don’t know what their manager is going to say but you’re staying. Make it official and public, the haters will hate and others will be super excited for you guys. There’s nothing wrong in dating, you’re at this age, after that it’ll be too late. I mean look at me.”

“Oh come on.. you look amazing you can definitely still get it.”

“You’re too nice~” She laughs with me. “But seriously Y/N, don’t leave what you built with your members over a simple relationship that could be your whole future. You and Hoseok have a deep connection and that since day one. Don’t throw it away because of other people’s thoughts and opinions.”

“This industry needs more managers like you.”

“I know !” She says dramatically and sighs. “Anyway, I’ll talk to their manager first. You can join if you want, maybe Hoseok can come too after you talk to him, then we can meet all together?”

“Sounds like a plan I guess.” I say weakly.

“Come here my love !” She comes to me and takes me into a big hug. “You’re gonna be ok don’t worry, I’ll make sure of it.”

--- I open the door of my apartment my head in the clouds. I sniff the air and raise an eyebrow.

“Which one of you broke into my apartment once again? Hyunwoo, I told multiple times to stop stealing my food. There’s a little grocery sh—“ I stop mid sentence as I see Hoseok over a pot of ramen for two looking at me with huge eyes like a rabbit caught in a car’s beams. “You usually don’t break into my room..”

“Hey sorry, I thought maybe.. We could eat together? I saw you left early but you didn’t take anything to work on a song or practice so I figured you’d be back soonish.”

“Stalker much?” I laugh taking off my small jacket.

“What no?!”

“I’m kidding.” I laugh lightly at his very much offended expression. “What are you making.” I go over to him after finally taking off my shoes. I stand behind him on my tippy toes to look over his shoulder.

“Just simple ramen.”

“I love your ramen.” He finishes everything and puts everything on my small table. We eat with the TV on as back noises while we talk about some songs we’re working on together. Once we’re done, he puts everything away. “Hoseok, can we talk for a second?”

“I was afraid this would come up..” He laughs a bit nervously.

“Don’t worry.” I laugh and smile at him lovingly making his face soften looking a bit reassured.

“Good news?”

“I went to see my manager this morning.”

“Ok..” He sits next to me, putting his arm on the back of my chair, and I turn to him.

“I told her I wanted to leave Monsta X.”

“Y/N! No we—“

“Let’ me finish before panicking idiot.”

“Ok..”

“I explained to her the situation. She wants us to go public and she wants us to stay in the group. That’s… if you’ll have me as your official girlfriend of course.”

“YES ! I mean.. yes!! Yes I do! Are you kidding!” He takes me in his arms. I smile in the crook of his neck.

“But..” I leave his arms to look at him in the eyes taking his face in my hands. “She’s first gonna meet with your manager and possibly with us two, and then meet with the whole group.”

“They already know.”

“They what?” He freezes realizing what he had said in the moment of the excitement.

“They.. know.. I told them sorry.”

“Hoseok..” I sigh, and it was hard to hide a smile from him. He leans in and kisses me slowly. However, before I knew it, my back was laid on the table and he was kissing up my body while pushing my shirt up. “Hoseok wait.. not here.”

“Shh..” He looks up with a wicked smile. “I want to take you here and now.” He comes up and kisses my lips hungrily. “You’re gonna be mine, and I’ll be yours..” He says with a huge smile against my lips. “No more other idols coming to flirt with you during shows.” I smile thinking about the few slight jealousy crisis Hoseok had pulled off after a few awards flirts.

He doesn’t lose time in taking my shorts and panties off while I take my shirt off. His pants and shirt also come off right after. He then goes down on his knees, putting my legs on his shoulders. He starts kissing up my thigh slowly and giving slow long licks close to my heat but not quite there just yet. I whimper due to the extreme teasing, and I can feel myself getting wetter to the point of dripping down on my table.

“You’re making a mess Y/N, we eat there you know?” Like before, I can only whimper as an answer, and he takes it as the final straw. He licks up my heat ending on my aching bud. He sucks on it perfectly making me arch my back off the table.

“Fuck Hoseok..” I take a hold of his hair tightly, which only encouraged him into swirling his tongue harder around my clit. He builds me up slowly until I’m on the verge of coming, but he obviously stops as I am about to completely release. He stands up and looks down at me, being a complete mess already under his touch. He takes a tight hold of my waist and pulls me to him so he can align himself properly with me.

“Do you know just how hot you look right now?” He snickers a huge smirk on his face. I was still not used to seeing him like that. I always knew him as a cute, and slightly immature person, sulking over the smallest thing. Sure he was different on stage, but the real Hoseok is a real kid. This man in front of me was different. He leans in over me, and I start feeling pressure in between my legs. The same pressure I felt that one night in the shower. He starts kissing my neck, marking it his, and I finally feel him filling me up completely and perfectly, making us both whimper and groan at the feeling. “You feel fucking amazing.” He smiles in my neck and starts thrusting in and out of me at a rather intense pace. I close my eyes furrowing my eyebrows trying to control myself from coming too fast, but it is inevitable. After how he took care of me just before, I am already on the verge of coming.

“I’m about to come..” I whine out completely fucked out.

“Already? Please.. wait a bit for me.” He says in between breaths.

“I can’t.. Hoseok.” He doesn’t stop his action, but stands back up taking a good hold of my waist to pull me harder onto him.

“I said, wait for me a bit… Just a bit I promise baby” He looks at me through hooded eyes, and I suddenly feel his finger pinching my clit to stop me from coming. I almost scream at the pain mixed with the pleasure, and small beads of water form in my eyes. His hand on my waist almost bruising me and small beads of sweat forming on his torso. No matter what he could do, I was totally out of control. My stomach coils up and I feel my toes starting to curl. My legs automatically lock themselves around Hoseok’s waist and I come arching my back like never before, a series of moans somewhat spelling out Hoseok’s name like it was my job. He clenches his teeth, leaning directly over me due to the sudden stimulation making it impossible for him to contain himself. I feel him warm inside me making me sigh out of relief and pure bliss. I hear him groan in my neck until he was completely done then almost completely falls on me.

“Ho—Hoseok..” I say completely out of energy after probably the most intense orgasm I’ve had since I lost my V card. He pulls out of me very slowly, and I start feeling his release come out of me slowly, dripping down my thighs.

“You’re so mine.” He smile, now standing up looking over at me with probably the brightest smile I’ve seen on him.

“So are you.”

[daebakinc]

Hero Among Thorns   - Pt 6

Pairing: Hyunwoo x Reader Genre: Undercover Detective AU, Action, Romance  Word Count: 2.5K Summary: When a mistaken connection results in your kidnapping by one of the city’s most notorious gangs, the undercover detective Hyunwoo has no choice but to rescue and protect you, and, most dangerously of all, fall in love with you. Warning: Mentions of violence and blood. Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

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  Hyunwoo immediately looks over to you, but you can't read anything from his face. Minhyuk's, on the other hand, is drawn. His fingers tap rapidly where they rest on the car door. Something has him agitated and this time, it's nothing you've done. At least, you don't think.

You glance out the windshield. Numerous high-end looking cars sit around the spacious shop floor on lifts or on the ground with hoods open, but they're all abandoned. The rest of Hyunwoo's crew, all outfitted in coveralls with varying grease stains, stand in an open area of the floor around Changkyun, who has one of his tablets in his hands. Their bodies mimic Minhyuk's, tense like warriors awaiting orders to confront the enemy head-on.

A sickly cool settles on your skin. Something's definitely wrong.

“Can I get out first?” Hyunwoo asks Minhyuk.

He backs away from the car.

The car is suddenly too stuffy despite the open window. You put your hand on the door handle, but something closes around your other hand, stopping you. You look down.

Hyunwoo's hand rests on top of yours. Your eyes shoot up to his, your heart thumping. He doesn't smile, doesn't say a word. He only squeezes your hand and nods. A simple dip of his head.

For some reason, that's enough to calm you. That silent reassurance that no matter what has his team so uneasy, Hyunwoo won't let it touch you. Not ever.

His hand is gone the second before his door opens and he slides out of the car. You hurriedly unbuckle and slip out as well, following close behind him.

“What happened?” Hyunwoo stops in front of his teammates, scanning each face.

“Not here. Upstairs.” Minhyuk's eyes land on you for a split second before he jerks his head toward a set of metal stairs. They lead to what you assume is an office space on the upper half of the garage that has a single window to look out of.

The message is clear. Whatever it is, Minhyuk doesn't want you to see it. You can't help but wonder if there's an actual reason or if he's letting his grudge be a pain in the ass.

“If it concerns me, I want to know,” you demand.

Minhyuk doesn't look at you, only Hyunwoo, and shakes his head at the leader's questioning gaze.

“I want to know,” you repeat.

“It's not about you, alright?” Minhyuk retorts. “It's about another witness. It's classified.”

You almost snark back with 'What? Another one die on your watch?' but you bite your tongue. No use pissing this guy off again if he's lying. Plus, if you're right, you probably don't want it confirmed. You do not need to jinx yourself.

“We'll be right back,” Hyunwoo says, addressing you. “There's a couch over there if you want to sit down. It should be clean. I'll show you around after if you want.”

You shrug, crossing your arms. As eager as you were to get out, you'd rather be back in your room right now. At least there, there are no surprises.

Hyunwoo heads for the stairs, the others following. Everyone except Minhyuk and Changkyun.

Minhyuk looks pointedly at Changkyun, who points to the tablet. “Gotta transfer the files first.”

Minhyuk sighs, walks towards the stairs, then turns around to walk back to you. He glances at Changkyun one more time, then says in a low voice, “Look, I'm... sorry.”

Your eyes, which had been following Hyunwoo, shoot back to Minhyuk. You misheard. “What?”

He bites his lip, fiddling with something in his coverall pockets. Sighing through his nose, he says, “I said I'm sorry, okay? For when I blew up at you at the apartment. When you said you didn't know if you'd testify.”

“Oh.” So you had heard correctly. For Minhyuk to apologize to your face is as surprising as Darth Vader being Luke's father. At least on the first watch-through.

“This case is kind of personal,” Minhyuk continues. “Remember the agent we said Yew killed? He was my friend. His name was Jung Jaehyun. He was a good agent and a better man. He didn't deserve what happened to him.”

“Oh,” you say again, more quietly. Whatever anger you still felt towards Minhyuk falls away when confronted with the pain evident in his expressive face. “I'm sorry.”

He wipes at his nose, sniffling, and looks away. “Yew needs to answer for that and everything else he's done. So much of our evidence could be ruled circumstantial; first-hand witness testimony could be what makes him pay, you see?”

Minhyuk's eyes beg for you to understand, to agree. You remember the recital of Yew's crimes, the venom and disgust with which your protectors spoke of him. You remember that tattooed arm and the way it so casually set in motion your shooting, drugging and kidnapping, the way it could have sentenced you to death. Such a man is no man at all. He is the shadow of humanity given form and such shadows are always searching for light to consume whole.

“Minhyuk...” You repeat his name so he finally looks you in the eye again. Summoning what reserve you have, you say, “I'll testify. I promise. For Jaehyun... and me.”

He stares at you, jaw dropping. It could almost be comical if not for the situation. The single promise leaves your legs weak, but it feels right. You know it’s what’s right.

Coming to his senses, Minhyuk shuts his mouth and shrugs. He turns away, tossing over his shoulder, “Thanks, but don't promise anything yet.”

Changkyun waits until his teammate is halfway up the stairs to get off his stool. “Just so you know, Minhyuk doesn't apologize often. If he does, he means it.”

“I'll keep that in mind.”

“Well, better get up there, I guess. Just wanted to make sure all our security cameras were working,” he says, stretching his arms with his tablet in hand, the screen facing you.

You catch a brief glimpse of a small room like an office. Hyunwoo leans against a wall opposite the camera, beside a large, black television screen.

Changkyun sets the tablet on his chair, winks at you without a hint of smile that lacks warmth in his eyes, and ascends the stairs.

Watching him until the door shuts behind him, your eyes then fall to the tablet. It sits there, as tempting and revolting as Pandora's Box. If Minhyuk lied, and what happened does involve you, do you want to know? Or do you want to live as ignorantly blissful as possible?

Your deliberation only lasts a few seconds. Fuck it. There's probably some kind of price on your head. How much worse could it be.

Grabbing the tablet, you sit on the rather battered-looking brown couch. You find the volume button and hold it down.

Hyunwoo's voice grows louder. “... no way to trace it back to Yew?”

You can't see Changkyun's face, but you hear him answer, “I tracked the email. It's a bogus account sent from a burner phone. The signal was from some cafe in down-town. No known connection to Yew. We could always go to the cell's last location to see if they dumped it in the area, but I doubt it. They haven't been that stupid in the past.”

“Go check it out after this anyway. We're sure it's him?”

“Watch it. It's him,” Hoseok says with finality from somewhere off camera.

Changkyun presses something held in his hand. The screen by Hyunwoo lights up white, then a video starts playing.

Out of focus, it shows the outside of a brick building during the early gray hours of dawn. Whoever is taking the video is high up, at least three or four stories. The camera shifts and zooms in, going out of focus again. The sounds of a city are faint. Only a heavy breathing is captured clearly. The video slows to focus on a window of the opposite building.

It's open and without curtains. The camera zooms in even closer.

You gasp. The tablet drops from your frozen fingers.

The image, full of shadows as it is, leers back at you, still on the screen.

That's the blanket on your bed, the lamp on your bedside table, your face peaceful in sleep against the pillow.

The long muzzle of a rifle enters the shot. The end of its barrel aligns itself with your head like a hound trained on a scent.

You watch yourself roll away from the camera's view, completely unaware your safe-house could become the scene of your death.

A voice, mechanical and menacing, breaks the anonymous videographer's breathing.

“You let your girl sleep alone?” it asks, giving a low chuckle that makes you shiver with its chill. “Consider this a professional courtesy. Guess you didn't take my warning to guard her better seriously, Shownu. Bad idea.”

The video goes black.

Bad idea... Bad idea...

Changkyun comes down first, pausing at the foot of the stairs long enough to catch your eye. The look on your face must have confirmed you watched, but he doesn't stay to talk, instead heading out a side door. You drift from car to car after everyone but Hyunwoo and Hyungwon return to the garage floor, handing them tools or fetching needed parts. You know you're probably more hindrance than help. But they keep thanking you and patiently explaining what they're doing when you ask regardless. Jooheon especially pays attention to you, probably sensing your new restlessness. The mechanics may go over your head, but puzzling over it keeps the fear at bay. Somewhat.

Bad idea... Bad idea...

The pizzas Kihyun brings back smells amazing. One of them is even your favorite, but you're not sure you can even take a bite. Your stomach feels too tense to allow food of any kind in. You just smile and wave away Hoseok's call, pretending to be interested by a parts catalog you found on one of the benches. Hyunwoo wordlessly puts a paper plate with two slices of your favorite by your elbow. Rather than insult his kindness, you eat it all. The pizza tastes like ash and sits like a leaden weight in your stomach.

Bad idea... Bad idea...

Dread weighs on your chest when it's time to go. Hyunwoo and the rest of the team have done nothing but prove you can trust them. However, you doubt the windows in your bedroom are bulletproof. Maybe they'll move you somewhere else. But what if Yew can find you then too?

“Hey.”

You look up. Hyunwoo is watching you, holding the car door open for you. You had unknowingly stopped a few feet away. “Sorry, coming.”

Hyunwoo says nothing after he shuts the door after you, nor after he pulls out the garage. The closer you get to the apartment, the tighter your hands grip the seat. They start to ache, but you can't convince yourself to let go. The sanctuary you were so eager to leave feels even more like a trap than before.

Hyunwoo pulls the car into the same spot as before. As he turns the keys off, he says “Are you-?” just as you blurt out “I don't-”

“Sorry, you first,” Hyunwoo says, waving his hand in invitation.

Clearing your throat, you focus on your feet. “I don't want to go back in.”

“Why?”

“I... I saw the video. The one Yew sent.”

“How?” There's surprise, but no anger in Hyunwoo's voice.

You still don't dare to lift your gaze. “Changkyun's tablet.”

“Ah. He did try to argue you should know what's going on.”

You look up to watch Hyunwoo's face when you ask, “Were you going to tell me?”

Your ears suddenly feel hot at the thought of them keeping you in the dark about the new threat. Wouldn't they want to know if someone almost put a bullet between their eyes as they slept?

“We were still deciding,” he replies, meeting your eyes head-on. Even now, his directness is almost shocking. Shocking enough at least to cool some of your anger towards them. “Guess it's out of our hands. We didn't want to scare you any more than we know you are.”

“Too late.” You chuckle mirthlessly.

“If Yew was going to kill you, he would have done it already.”

“Gee, thanks. That makes me feel loads better.”

Hyunwoo sighs at your heavy sarcasm. With patience clear in his voice, he says, “When you were kidnapped, that was a warning. We were entering his game without his permission. I'm still not sure why he got personally involved, but now we're messing up the chain of power. Showing he can still get to you is his bid to scare me and make us back off. But he won't do anything to you again.”

It's incredibly hard not to scoff. The obvious conviction in Hyunwoo's face stops you. “How can you know that for sure?”

“Because Yew's style is mind games. He isn't usually direct; he typically prefers being more subtle than overt. It's why he's been so hard to catch.”

“So what's to stop him from hiring someone to shoot me so it doesn't lead back to him? He killed your other agent.”

“A murder by sniper in a neighborhood like this? Of someone with no known ties to criminal activity? That would make news more than a nameless body in an alleyway. He must've thought our agent was a no one like that. Yew doesn't like news surrounding any of his crimes. News brings pressure on the police to solve the crime. Pressure that could hurt him or his business. He won't risk that.”

You feel like you're missing something. “So how are you supposed to get him?”

“Stealing high end cars was his beginning, now a hobby. We're stealing business from him. If we make him angry enough to do something drastic again, he'll come after me personally. Because I'm making this personal.”

So Hyunwoo is acting as a kind of bait. You shift in your seat, an unwelcome image of an injured Hyunwoo flashing in your mind. It's an uncomfortable thought to say the least, but just how sharp the pang is in your heart is jarring.

Hyunwoo says your name, making you look at him again.

“If I ever thought you were in real danger, that I couldn't protect you, I would get you out of here. I'd send you somewhere safe. Do you believe me?”

To your disbelief, Hyunwoo truly looks worried about your opinion of his ability to keep you from harm. Why should it matter to him? He's in charge of this whole thing in more ways than one. He's the badass skilled agent. As long as you don't run away, which you won't because you like living, he can do anything he wants with you. Hyunwoo could even use you as bait to try to draw out Yew again if he gets impatient.

But you know, as certainly as you've ever known anything, he would die before doing so.

Slowly, you nod. How could you not after everything he's done for you.

Hyunwoo smiles a little, his shoulders sagging slightly. He leans back against the seat, glancing out the window. “We'll move your things into my room. That window faces a brick wall. Should've put you there to begin with, but Jooheon suggested leaving you where you were. To give you your own space to help you feel more secure.”

“Where will you sleep?” you ask.

“On the floor of the same room in a sleeping bag if you're comfortable with that. Just to be close. Like I said, I don't think Yew would risk the attention of a forced entry and murder. It would be just in case. If you're not comfortable, I can take the couch.”

All the times your mother admonished you for not having matching cute pajamas suddenly ring in your head. You can just picture the smug look on her face. “I don't mind,” you squeak out, “but won't the floor be hard on your back? Especially after a few nights in a row?”

Hyunwoo's smile widens and he shakes his head. With a hint of pride, he says, “I've slept on a lot worse. Once, I fell asleep on concrete for a three hour nap.”

“Ow.”

“It wasn't too bad til I woke up. The shoulder I got shot in didn't like it. It's sensitive to cold.”

“You got shot?” You shift to completely face him, looking between his shoulders as if the wound was recent. “When? Are you okay?”

Hyunwoo laughs at your concern. “It was a few years ago. I’m fine, no lasting damage. Just gets a little achy when it's cold.”

“Oh.”

He glances out the window. “We should go in. Same way as we went out. Ready?”

There's a loaded question. Regardless, you answer, “Yes.”

You're not sure what you were expecting in Hyunwoo's room, but it definitely wasn't this. To call it Spartan would be too generous. The only furniture in the gray-walled room is a plain, metal-framed bed, a small trashcan, and a dresser closer to the side of a bedside table than an actual dresser. A large water bottle, the kind you remember jocks walking around with in high school, sits beside the bed on the floor along with a phone charger.

There's nothing personal. Of course, Hyunwoo can't have anything too personal on a deep-cover mission, but still. It looks more like a spartan hotel room than a bedroom.

As you stand in the doorway, clutching your pillow, you hear Hyunwoo shuffle out of the bathroom to stand just behind you. “I changed the sheets while you were in the shower, so you're all set,” he says.

“Thanks,” you say. Walking into the room feels like an intrusion, but you make yourself do it anyway. You step around the already laid-out sleeping bag for Hyunwoo, hesitating before you sit on the bed. When you look to the door, you're glad you did sit.

Hyunwoo is standing in the doorway, still drying his hair with a towel. His tan skins absolutely glows between the low light and the warmth from his shower. The plain gray sweatpants and white tank are hardly sexy on their own, but on Hyunwoo, clinging in all the right places and leaving just enough to imagination. What would it be like if instead of sleeping separately, you could sleep against him...

He drops the towel into the hamper in the hall. “Want me to turn off the light?”

“Yes, please. Thanks.” You quickly dive under the blankets, facing away from him. Hopefully he didn't notice you staring. The sheets smell like the detergent Hyunwoo bought for you. For a crazy second, you wish they still smelled like him.

The room goes dark. Hyunwoo's bare feet pad across the room. The nylon of the sleeping bag crinkles as he slides inside.

“Are you sure you're okay with the floor?” you ask quietly.

“The sleeping bag’s actually not bad,” he replies. “Lots of padding.

“Ok. Good night. Sweet dreams.” The last part slips out naturally. You screw your eyes shut, waiting for his reaction.

He only chuckles under his breath. “Good night.”

You were afraid knowing Hyunwoo was in the room with you would make it impossible to sleep. However, the adrenaline rush brought on by your eavesdropping finally catches up with you and you fall asleep shortly after settling in.

Unfortunately, sleep brings you back to a place you wish you weren't familiar with.

You know each sharp turn and twist of the abandoned street, each slash of shadow, even the haunting smell of garbage and fear and the uneven dips in the ground beneath your feet. You know how this dream goes. You know how it ends.

You wish you could fight to change it. The times you’ve tried to are countless. Unluckily, this isn't one of those dreams.

There's only one street with no end in sight. Every branching alley is blocked, sealed with impossibly high walls of bricks. Each building you pass is boarded up, derelict and hopeless. 

The asphalt and concrete echoes with your racing footsteps and panting breath. Potholes and garbage grab at your feet. Every time you stumble, the noise behind you gets louder. A distant, reverberating growl of some monster. You don't know what it is. But animal instinct tells you it's danger. It's death if it catches you.

A faint light beckons in the distance. You run faster even as your legs feel like toothpicks ready to snap. The light gets brighter and brighter, just as your dread grows and grows.

When you reach the source of the light, your hand involuntarily reaches out and opens the warehouse door.

Don't do it! you scream at yourself. It's about as useful as yelling at the character of a horror film not to enter the haunted basement.

Inside, the only light is a single, bare light-bulb swinging from a cord high above the dirt floor. It sends shadows scuttling like rats around precariously stacked boxes. Plenty of places to hide, but you know they won't be enough.

The door behind you rattles and shakes like it's been struck by a battering ram. Although your entire body is on the verge of collapse, you lurch forward with a sob.

Hide. Hide. Hide!

You dive behind one of the towers of boxes just as the door explodes open. Gravel digs into your knees and hands. Tears sting your split lip. Your heart is beating so hard you feel dizzy. Unable to do anything else, you curl in a trembling ball. Praying for the miracle that never comes. Not this time.

The boxes that provided your pathetic cover fly away.

“Found you,” a deep voice says with a sinister chuckle.

The fear that strikes you is so potent you choke on it. You try to scramble away, but a foot connects harshly with your shoulder, sending you sprawling into the corner.

“You won't escape this time,” that voice says again. You could die a thousand times and never forget that voice.

Someone shouts your name in the distance. You know that voice too, trust it, but it's too far away. They won't reach you before it happens.

Hands enclose around your throat, jerking you up. Desperation turns your fingers to claws that scratch at those hands, but to no avail. You can't fight the dark.

Metal presses itself to your head.

But instead of the usual bang and flash of light, water fills your nose and mouth.

Spluttering and coughing, you're jerked from the nightmare. The faceless murderous wraith is gone, leaving Hyunwoo's worried face filling your sight, dimly back-lit by the lamp.

You shrink away, but you don't get far. Hyunwoo drops the water bottle in his hand to cup your face.

Hyunwoo says your name again, eyes darting all over you. His grip tightens, forcing you to look at him. His voice is soft and calm, but commanding. He repeats your name. “Look at me. It's okay. It is okay. You're safe.”

You can only stare at him a moment before you burst into tears that are equal parts relief and exhaustion. Your arms shoot from their petrified position against your chest to wrap around his. They're weak, robbed of all strength by the nightmare. Yet Hyunwoo lets you pull him closer, burrowing as much of yourself against him as you can.

He encircles your shoulders like a weighted blanket. Surrounded by the soothing weight and solidness of Hyunwoo, your trembling slowly eases to occasional shivers. The lingering, grasping phantoms fade away under steady strokes of his hand from the top of your head to your back.

“Nightmare?” he finally asks when your breathing mirrors his.

You nod, not daring to speak. You're afraid his gentleness, so different from your dream, will make you cry all over again.

“Has this happened before?”

You shake your head. Then you nod again. It's happened too many times to count. Nights of waking up alone and breathless in sheets sticky with sweat. Maybe this time, your subconscious knew someone else was nearby to be your savior.

“The first night after we brought you back here,” Hyunwoo says, continuing to stroke your back, “you had a nightmare. I wonder if it was the same. That nightmare was so bad you screamed then too. It made me angry.”

“Why would it make you angry?” you ask, your voice raw. Had you really screamed? You'd kept it in all the other times.

He doesn't answer at first. Then, his voice so quiet it's barely a whisper, he says, “Because I couldn't do anything. I... don't like not being able to keep you safe.”

What did he mean by that? No one can protect you from your own mind. At least he'd saved you in reality. Why did a nightmare matter? You sniffle, your tired brain trying to make sense of it and failing.

“Are you alright now?” Hyunwoo asks. “I can call Jooheon. He probably has some medication ---”

“No. I'm okay,” you interrupt. It was just a nightmare. A terrifying one, but you shouldn't disturb Jooheon over it. Half to reassure him, half to reassure yourself, you repeat, “I'm okay.”

“I'm not sure about that.”

Hyunwoo tries to pull away, but you don't release him. You can't.

“Please.” Your voice cracks. You hate it and how small it sounds. “Please don't go.”

“I won't.” He pats your back. A sigh brushes the top of your head, but it sounds more exhausted than annoyed or frustrated. “I need you to let go for just a little though, okay? I'm just going to grab a dry shirt. I'll be right back. Promise.”

Carefully, Hyunwoo peels your arms away from his torso. He winces as he stands from his kneeling position. Guilt pricks you. How long had he stayed in that position during your meltdown? Definitely too long for comfort.

You hadn't noticed you were shivering again until Hyunwoo comes back wearing a new shirt and carrying an additional blanket. Scooting over, you pull the blankets up to your chin and grab the new one as soon as Hyunwoo shakes it out over the bed. When he slides under the blankets himself, it feels like he brought a furnace with him. Like a cat to a fire, you can't help moving closer to him. To your surprise, he puts an arm around you to draw you snug to his side.

Lifting your head just enough to see his face, you find his eyes closed. His chest is already moving up and down in sleep's lazy rhythm. Damn, the man can fall asleep at the drop of a hat.

Hyunwoo suddenly speaks, his eyes remaining closed. “You've been brave through all of this, braver than I expected. I'm proud of you.”

You're unsure if he expects an answer, but you decide not when he continues speaking.

He sighs sleepily. “This is just for tonight.” The way he mumbles it makes it sound almost as if he's telling himself that as much as you, but your fatigued brain is probably playing tricks on you.

“I know,” you reply, tentatively lowering your head to his chest. Beneath your ear, his heartbeat thumps like a lethargic lullaby.

“You'll talk with Jooheon about this nightmare tomorrow. He can help.”

“Okay.”

The nightmare doesn't return.

[scaredofchange]

The Apple of My Pie - Shownu x Reader

Pairing: Shownu (Monsta X) x Lover!Reader

Summary: Y/N has been dating Shownu for a little while; on a beautiful sunny day, the leader of Monsta X decides to go apple picking with Y/Pronoun and it turns out to be a perfect date.

Warnings: None, it’s mostly fluff. A little bit of anxiety.

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: I wrote this for my best friend, hope you’ll enjoy it too!

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           Fall had settled in: days were shorter and colder, Halloween stores were opening up, leaves were falling… everything felt cozy and I could not wait to enjoy this beautiful season with an even more beautiful person, my boyfriend, Son Hyunwoo, a.k.a Shownu, or Nunu, as I liked to call him.

A few months ago I had moved to Seoul with my best friends and that’s when I met him in a café. It didn’t take long for me to fall in love with his kindness and, as he keeps telling me, for him to fall in love with my sweetness.

Shownu called me on a beautiful Sunday afternoon, his voice filled with warmth, and suggested a trip to go apple pick. Of course, even if I was lazily laying on my couch with my friends, I still accepted, shaken by sudden excitement.

“Oh my God, what am I going to wear?” I squeaked while rushing to my room, nervous thoughts filling my head.

Even if I had been dating him for six weeks now, I was still anxious to go out; I stressed about how I looked and how I sounded, the things I said and the things I didn’t say.

When I talked about it to Shownu, he was surprised and he kept trying to reassure me; which is why even though my heart was pounding, I knew that nothing could go wrong. That’s the effect he had on me: he felt like a soft breeze slowly hugging me on a warm summer night, whispering that everything was going to be alright and that I was good enough.

So, with that in mind, I simply jumped into a comfy outfit and waited for my prince charming to pick me up. When he did, I couldn’t stop smiling.  

“You look amazing,” he complimented me, a shy smirk on his lips.

“Thank you,’ I replied with an equally awkward smile.

He offered me his arm until we reached his car, and then he opened the door like a true gentleman.

What did I do to deserve such a man? I thought to myself.

During the ride, he asked a few questions and seemed really interested in my answers; something that isn’t given to just anyone. I inquired about his work too, and his friends. He told me a story about something funny that Jooheon and Minhyuk had done the day before and laughed to himself. The wrinkles by his eyes and the tip of his teeth showed, which caused me to smile even more.

He was so adorable, with his shoulders that kept going up and down, that I couldn’t hold my chuckle either.

It was simply a beautiful and pure moment.

We enjoyed the rest of the ride with some chill background music and small talk, both him and I feeling perfectly comfortable with each other. I could tell by the heat that was settling down in the pit of my stomach and the soft hold of Shownu’s hand intertwined with mine.  

Soon as we arrived at the destination, Shownu rushed to open the door once again and wrapped his arm around me in a protective way. I had gotten used to his almost-fatherly side and enjoyed the way he took care of me. Once he paid for a large bag to fill with fruits, we started to walk between the hundreds of apple trees. The leaves were brushing over my date’s head since he was tall, but he didn’t mind. The weather was perfect, just chilly enough for me to have a reason to stay glued to Shownu’s side and him to squeeze even harder.

We started to pick up some fruits, showing our discoveries to each other to judge if they were good enough. At one point, I noticed the perfect apple, way too high for me, but I still tried to pull it off, tip-toeing.

I heard a deep chortle and felt Shownu getting closer behind me. He picked the apple without any problem and handed it to me, but before I could grab it he pulled back.

“Hey!” I squealed with a laugh.

He took a few steps backward as I was taking some forward.

“Give it to me, Nunu!”

He smiled again, his wrinkles popping up another time.

“If you want it…” he started, unsure, “you have to give me a kiss.”

I tilted my head, my cheeks reddening under the request. But, I was up for a challenge.

With a shy smile, I walked to him and placed my palms on his chest.

“Come here,” I whispered, my eyes filled with adoration.

Shownu obeyed and leaned down, offering me the perfect angle. I softly pressed my lips against his.

The kiss was as sweet as honey; the taste of apple, one that Shownu had eaten off of a tree, was lingering on his mouth. He deepened the embrace as he wrapped his biceps around my body and pulled me closer.

It’s not without smiling that I quickly pulled away and grabbed the apple from his hand.

“Hey!”

I started running the opposite way and heard him follow, with some difficulties since he was carrying a heavy bag of apples.

It took merely a few seconds before he caught up to me and in a quick movement, he stopped me by grabbing my waist with one of his arms. I openly laughed while he stole the fruit again and put it down in the bag.

We chuckled for a good bit, seeing as I was out of breath for the little I had run.

Once we quieted down, we went on another stroll and admired the beauty of the scenery.

“Huh… Y/N?” said Shownu with a lot of hesitation.

“Yes?”

He seemed a bit nervous.

“Would you like to take selcas with me?”

“Oh Nunu, I’d love to!”

He suddenly looked like a kid at a birthday party, when the cake finally arrives. With distinct joy, he carefully placed the apple bag on the ground and got his phone out. Unsure, he placed an arm around my shoulder and raised his camera to get a better angle.

I smiled for the first picture, kissed him on the cheek for the next, pulled a cute face for the other one, and made a peace sign for the last one.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Shownu mumbled as he was scrolling through the pictures on his phone.

“Well, thank you, you’re not too bad looking yourself,” I joked while looking at the screen over his shoulder.

He chuckled and put back his phone in his pocket.

“Shall we go, then?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

Hand in hand, we slowly walked back toward the car, not wanting the day to be over just yet. Fortunately for us, the ride was quite long and offered us some extra time together. I felt like we were even more comfortable now than a few hours earlier, and I was grateful for it.

“I had a really great day,” I finally said, minutes before we would reach my apartment.

“Me too,” Shownu replied shyly. “It was perfect.”

I nodded in agreement.

“Y/N…” he then added, unsure.

“Yeah?”

“Can I tell you something?”

“Of course”

He parked the car in front of my place and turned the engine off. He took a deep breath and looked at me.

“I really like you, you know that right?” he asked.

I nodded again, afraid that if I’d talk my voice would crack.

“Okay, well... I think I… I think I love you.”

My heart was threatening to beat right out of my chest, but I didn’t care. I blushed profusely and blinked way too many times, wondering if I had heard right.

But I knew I did. Shownu’s gaze was filled with passion and desire, a look that I could never forget. I too took a deep breath before answering, gathering all the courage that was left in me.

“Shownu…” I began, my voice slightly trembling, “I… I think I love you too.”

[monsta-sextories]

Poolside- 12  (Final Chapter)

Son hyunwoo

word count : 3473

🎧 All I Wanted- Daughter

🎧 Baby Drive It Down - Toro y Moi

Note: This is the last chapter of Poolside! it’s finally here. Thank you all for waiting <3

Maybe sneaking into the guest house wasn’t a good idea. Maybe you should have turned around upon noticing the darkened windows. But when the doorknob twisted without any resistance, you couldn’t bring yourself to turn back.

Hyunwoo was there, undisturbed in his deep sleep. You watched his chest rise and fall for a second, just weighing the options. you could turn around, leave him to carry out what was left of the summer as long as your parents were so generous. Apologize to them, and go your separate ways like this, fling or whatever it was didn’t happen. You could say goodbye to Hyunwoo, graceful and quiet. Keeping the bulk of the damage to yourself and saving everyone else the hassle and emotional stress of each of your confessions.

Or, you think as you take a step closer to the bed you’ve spent only a few nights in. Or you could trust that feeling in your gut. Have a little faith in the love you know is blooming there, and the character of the man you have come to know.

You reminisce of the morning you spent slowly waking up, French words he’d never understand rolling off your tongue, teasing him playfully and that half-sleep smile he returned. His skin always felt so hot even against the cool sheets sliding around…

“Hyunwoo,” you hiss instantly. Your palms come down to grip his biceps as you shake him awake. Its as if your body is making the choice for you with instinct alone.

He grumbles as he makes sense of what has startled him. His squinted eyes stare in confusion through the darkness trying to piece together what he’s seeing.

“What are you doing here?” he asks sitting upright and wiping his eyes.

“I have to talk to you” you say quickly as you sit yourself on the edge of the bed alongside him

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, your parents are-“

“Fuck them, like seriously, fuck them,” you feel the heat crawl back into you, that anger and you remember that satiating swing just before the shatter.

“Are you okay?” Hyunwoo asks, concern forming somewhere along his confusion and exhaustion. The moon leaks in from a nearby window and you analyze the parts of his face you’ve never really seen before.

You can’t help but reach a hand out and wrap each finger around his wrist.

“I just… I just need to talk to you.”

He looks at you taking in an expression he doesn’t seem familiar with. Its enough to make you break eye contact, and then, only then do your eyes land on anything else in the room. You hadn’t noticed it, but sometime between the last time you were here and now, it had become… empty. There weren’t any work boots, or clothing drying, or snacks left around. Hyunwoo had packed it all up, and what was left was a lonely duffle bag on the small sofa.

“You’re leaving?” you ask shock apparent

“I think I’ve overstayed my welcome,” he answers trying to sound nonchalant, at the same moment his hand lands on yours where they meet his wrist and lightly unravel your hold.

“but,” you start, and it takes everything in you to stop there. You could spout off false promises and hopes but at the end of it all, you knew it would come to this. You knew he wouldn’t stay here, like your pet forever. The sink in your chest and the upset in your gut causes that well avoided feeling to arise. You can feel the pressure building behind your eyes…

“Let me uh, let me get dressed. We can talk somewhere else,” he says as he presses his palms into his sockets once again, trying to erase the traces of sleep.

You pull back, allowing him the space to swing his legs out from the bed, and the distance you need to keep yourself together.

“I’ll uh, meet you at your truck?” you say heading towards the door. Before he can respond you launch yourself out of the guest house.

The air is crisp tonight, not so stuffy and humid, and deep breaths of it calm you. You make your way back the way you came, and enter the house quietly.

You’re on a mission to collect a few things, you know the perfect place to go. A place to talk, get these feelings off your chest and release them for once.

…

The drive is quiet as you sort through a collection of thoughts in your head, every so often giving directions. Your hands clasp each other tightly in your lap, and you can feel your legs stiff and tense from beneath your dress.

You look out the open window as the night air blows your hair in different directions. What an odd feeling to be at such physical peace, while there’s a coming war waiting in your mind. You go back and forth thinking what to say, and what he’ll say. There’s no hand holding the entire drive, no quick glances or blushes or laughs. Its just silence, and the sound of the wind filling up the space around you.

“Here,” you say when you finally arrive. A gravel lot sits ahead of you and Hyunwoo hesitantly puts the truck in park as he squints forward. His lights only reach so far, but you can see the sandy entrance and the darkness beyond. The sound of crashing waves recycle themselves, and the air feels stronger. It smells authentic and cleansing.

“The beach?” Hyunwoo asks following your lead out of the truck. The bag you have with you holds a few items one of which is an old blanket perfect for laying on the sand.

You walk a bit closer to each other, and he reaches out a hand once or twice to make sure you don’t fall as you both trudge along the dry sand. Its heartwarming, but its also misleading. It gives you no indication of what he’s thinking or what he wants. You realize now... you’ve never even asked him.

“Hyunwoo,” you say stopping where you stand. He pauses, turning to look at you. “Um, lets sit here.”

He’s polite and helps you unravel the blanket creating a spot. The moment you touch the ground, feeling the fabric beneath you and the un-leveled sand. It’s begun. It’s here, there’s no turning back.

He looks at you waiting.

“Hyunwoo… what…” you start, but there are no word slinging up. you don’t know whats next. what could be said…. “Hyunwoo,” you try again and you can feel the tears building. You take a deep breath, and the sight must trigger Hyunwoo to respond. You feel his hands come up and land on your shoulders, heavy and tight. Reassuring and strong.

“It’s okay,” he says and offers a small smile. “I think I get it. I appreciate this, I really do. You don’t have to apologize or offer to be friends-“

“No,” you interrupt, “No, Hyunwoo, its not like that.” he looks at you confused and his expression tightens a bit as he softens his grip on your shoulders.

“I… I…” you say getting choked up again. “I like you. I really like you. And I… never asked you what you wanted… out of this. From me.”

He looks at you, eyes going wide as his eyebrows raise in surprise.  

“What I want?” he repeats the words slowly.

There’s silence. An endless quiet that makes your stomach coil in anticipation.

“I… I thought it was obvious,” he finalizes. His eyebrows are cast down and his hands go limp just before pulling away.

You shake your head leaning in a bit, following that contact and placing your hands on the tops of his thighs.

“No, I don’t. So… what-“ you don’t get a chance to finish because he’s leaning forward lips against yours.

The kiss is smooth, not soft, not slow. It’s a tempo that starts off fast, then drips like honey, and then picks up again like a roller coaster. His lips have never been this loose, this direct. His words never this clear.

You pull away, just as his hand finds the base of your neck.

“You’ve never done that before,” you say feeling like you’re melting, like your brain has stopped completely.

“Done what?” he asks, eyes seeping something thick and dark. His voice and his touch remind you of a smoldering fire.

“You’ve never kissed me like that. You’ve never kissed me,” you say letting your lungs find their own pace.

“You always kiss me first,” he smiles lightly.

His hands slowly glide around the curves of your waist. They feel large, like one hand could pin you in place. You remember the feeling of having him close. Having him on you, around you… inside of you. you release a sound that immediately prompts him to pull you in closer. You’re stunned when you feel his lips reach your jaw just before trailing to the corner of your ear. He’s taking the lead, and hes doing it with such passion.

His free hand lightly traces your shoulder with his finger tips, but you feel the deliberate pull as he slides down the strap of clothing. He pulls away to examine the bare spot of skin, catching your eyes as he pulls it even lower.

His eyes soak in that delicate spot and place a kiss there. You watch him with heightened anticipation, and he looks back into your eyes before using his other hand to pull the other side. He leans in to kiss your lips before you feel the night air across your bare chest. He kisses you and you can feel your exposed skin perk up at the chill of night. It tingles and excites you and you can feel the warmth of your core spreading down your body.

He reads you well, and you feel a gentle hand lightly cup your breast as he continues running his mouth against your skin, trailing his lips down to meet his hand. His hot mouth sucks in your skin, swirling around those sensitive buds. He kneads them one at a time and carefully tilts you downward to lie flat on your back.

He keeps his mouth focused on your chest and a hand trails its way to your inner thigh. His grip becomes more improper, but its firm and he massages the skin there for a mere second before lightly circling your pubic bone. It’s a beautiful feeling as he uses his fingertips to rub in soft circles, you cant help but quiver.

He notices the reactions coming from you and you can feel yourself wet just beyond your folds. He tucks a finger behind the cotton fabric and he slides up and down that slit, revealing the slickness before plunge a finger straight in. you gasp at the easy slip, the way it feels like the burst of a bubble. There isn’t any time before his own hunger is leading his lips down to your core. You didn’t even need to beg.

He pulls your underwear down your thighs, but he lifts your legs wide revealing yourself to him. His palms cradle the backs of your knees and they bend behind his shoulders. You lose track of time before you can feel yourself closing in on the end.

“wait, stop-“ you cry, and his head tilts up slightly, tongue still licking lazily as he looks up at you.

“together,” you say and try to pull him up with your hands around his face.

He doesn’t need more than that. he removes your underwear completely and undoes his pants. You can see in the dim light of the moon that he’s ready. And when he lays himself between your thighs he trembles. His breathing is a bit stuttered and he nuzzles his forehead to your collar bone. The action makes you think he wants to be held. So you wrap your arms around him and press him close to you. his body relaxes, and you can feel his weight resting on you. its not crushing, just grounding. Your lips meet his ear and you kiss him before whispering against his skin.

“I want you.”

“im not going to last long,” he disclaims a bit embarrassed, but before you can reassure him he’s sliding into you. its slow and you can feel him shake as he gives into this need as well.

It’s not long after that. not for either of you. it comes like a wave, and it leaves you both stuck to each other. Brainless and bare.

Minutes go by, and you rest against each other.

He is tender and protective. Like he’s finally claimed something precious that finally belongs to him. You could see him tending to you the same way he does the flowerbeds and that fills you with hope for something, anything after tonight.

“I like my life, of course,” you admit out loud. He looks at you from his rested position, his eyes are on you, staring intently. “Everything just feels so empty. The easier it is to get things you want, I guess it makes you not really want them. There’s nothing special about it. with you, I remember what its like to not have something so easy.”

He lifts a hand to comb through your hair and gently pulls your foreheads together.

“I want something with worth. It can be simple, small… but it has to mean something. I want that freedom to be myself again.”

He slowly runs his fingers through strands of your hair as you both look downward

“I want to be with you,” you say. The words stop his hands and he brings his body upward causing you to lift your head and look at him.

He looks at you like he cant believe what he’s hearing.

“I want to be with you,” you repeat with confidence.

….

 The summer air was cool this evening. From the bed of the truck it stirred around so many lost memories, picking them up and carrying them away only to deliver a new one. You stared down at your hands… hands covered in paint and nails unmanicured for a few seasons.

Summer was the time. Your time, and it always would be. With a clear head you looked out over the horizon, the red sun sinking beneath the water ready to submerge in the ocean tonight. Your heart sped up thinking of all the days that had led to this one, all the days after.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket and you reached for it quickly.

“Hello,” you answer, the caller ID canceling your surprise.

“Yeah of course, ill be over soon, I just have to pack up my painting supplies.” You twirl a paint brush in your hand, stroking the bristles against your palm.

You had taken the last few months to explore your artistic skills. You hadn’t sold a single painting yet, but that wasn’t entirely the point.

“If they ask for mac and cheese again tonight, I’m going to scream,” you half heartedly respond to the conversation pressed to your ear. You listen to the musical chime of laughter on the other end.

“Betsy, I’ll be there, you and Tom can get ready for your date and leave the rest to me,” you assure. It’s only fitting that after years of babysitting you, its time to return the favor. She doesn’t protest like she used to, its as if she knows it isn’t a bother anymore. It’s as if she knows it doesn’t even count as a favor, you’d be there every night for the rest of your life maybe just for the pure joy of it all.

“I uh, I have something to tell you…” you start, looking down at the back of your outstretched hand. “Its nothing bad, it can wait until I get there.”

There was something nerve wracking, something electrifying about the sight of the diamond. It sparkled like daylight on the back of a wave and you were still getting used to the feel of the band ever present above your knuckle. It was beautiful and surely expensive.

“Yes, Betsy, I promise. I’ll see you soon, bye.”

You hang up the phone and continue to examine the ring. So many changes, so many memories. It feels like only yesterday, you had imagined this diamond gifted to you by someone else. A man who couldn’t afford such a ring, a man so different from you, a man your parents didn’t approve of… a man with nothing to give.

You looked at the ring with a heavy heart, and guilt filling your stomach. It was hard, saying goodbye to that old life. the possibilities and opportunities that didn’t belong to you anymore. A wave of nostalgia hit you until your phone rang again. the name on the screen was equally familiar to you, not Betsy, but just as close. Your friend, your partner, your equal. He was a man that had a lot to offer, a man that any parent would approve of, he was the man of your dreams, and the love of your life.

“Hello,” you said feeling the flutter of your heart.

“How’d the painting turn out?” you heard the deep voice on the other end.

“It turned out okay. I’m getting ready to head over to Betsy’s now so I wont be home tonight.”

“I figured,” the other voice responded, “I got you snacks anyways.”

There was something so different about this man and the one from back then. But you were in love with both, weren’t you?

“Everything okay?” you hear him ask.

“Yeah I just… I can’t stop smiling. I cant stop looking at it.”

You don’t need to see the face of the man on the other end of the phone. You know exactly what it looks like, the big dopey smile, and the crinkle around his eyes.

You two had gone through so much. He was there for you when you moved out of your parents house, he was there for you when you got your first job, he supported you when you started painting again. This man was everything you could want and more. So why were you so nervous?

“I um… I was thinking about my parents…” you said in all honesty. “I’d like them to be invited, but I don’t think I could bring myself to let them offer us any money.”

“That understandable, we can keep it small,” he offers, “or get second jobs.”

No, this man was indeed different. And now, so were you. you had become something authentic. You had made the jump, took the leap, and now there was nothing to be afraid of. Especially when you woke up everyday knowing you were loved.

You take a breath, “no, small is what I want.”

“We could elope. Be married by tomorrow night,” you can hear his smile.

You smile back, looking around at the messy truck bed that reminded you of the man from those lost memories. A life that you had wanted to disappear from entirely, a man you couldn’t remember anymore.

“I don’t think your parents would love that,” you finally say.

“I was thinking more of Betsy, honestly.”

“I still have to tell her. I cant wait to see her face.”

“Tell the kids I say hi,” he says.

Images of a pool party come into mind as you pack the rest of your art supplies away making room with the different tools in the bed of the truck. You can remember but it seems like a dream. Those nights when his skin was unfamiliar. He’s not that man anymore, hes no stranger, he’s no mystery.

This is your fiancé. And hes more than you could ask for, and yes maybe the reality is he’s still the same man. The truth is, yes hes always been this. But you, you …

You look out across the ocean.

“is this what it feels like?” you say into the phone.

“Is this what what feels like?” he asks confused.

“freedom. I used to think I wanted a bigger pool… what I really wanted was the ocean.”

He hums at that, you can tell he likes what he’s hearing.

“it feels like were different people now,” you say.

He laughs at that, “I’m exactly the same. You however, every time I think I finally know you, you surprise me. even a year later.”

You smile at this, because all that time sitting poolside feels like such a waste compared to this. The magnitude… this autonomy.

“Hey, Hyunwoo,” you say, looking out at the water, free-flowing and unconfined.

“Yes?” he answers, knowing exactly what words will follow.

“I love you,” you say, and he responds as always…

“I love you too.”

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[cuddlepilefics]

14.    Winter Concert

Fandom: Monsta X

Sickie: Kihyun

Caregiver: Hyunwoo + Changkyun

 Noone’s POV.:

The members of Monsta X were backstage, preparing for their last concert of the year. It was a special Christmas gift for Monbebes before the group would go on a Christmas break till the New Years Eve performances they’d give in a few weeks. It was quieter backstage than usual because although the members were thrilled to perform, they were also tired, given this was the final concert of their tour. Everybody was a bit anxious, their main vocalist had been nursing a runny nose for the past few days, pushing through the performances with a bit of a cold. Today was an exceptionally cold day. It had snowed and the streets were frozen. Monsta X were lucky, they had made it to the venue on time, being stuck in chaotic traffic. The dancers worried about frozen and slippery spots on stage but were assured that the stagelights were glowing hot enough to melt everything.

The maknaes already had their hair and make-up done, ready to go on stage. Waiting for the others to finish, they were messing with their leader who had originally scrolled through social media on his phone but was soon chasing the two younger rappers. Kihyun still sat in his chair in front of a mirror. He had his eyes closed, while two stylists worked on his hair and face at the same time. His lips were slightly parted to allow him to breath easier with his stuffy nose. Being way more run down than he let on, he almost fell asleep right there if it wasn’t for the loud noise of the hairdryer. The managers had put him on vocal rest immediately when he told him that the cold didn’t only affect his nose but also made his throat dry and itchy. Being allowed to only talk in very crucial situations, the vocalist had remained quiet throughout the conversations the members had. To a degree he was glad that he was officially on vocal rest apart from their performances. This way he had an excuse for not really partaking in conversations and nobody would suspect him sleepily spacing out, which he did frequently.

Sucking on a throat lozenge, he thought how lucky he was that this was the final concert. Of course, he loved Monbebe, that made him wish for a break even more. Their fans deserved only the best and right now, he doubted he’d be able to give them that. Kihyun rarely showed his insecurities but that didn’t mean they weren’t there. Like most singers, he feared being judged for bad live vocals. His live vocals were always on point, his perfectionist side made sure of it. Not being able to sound perfect live due to being sick hit the young idol hard. The reassurances of his members fell on deaf ears each time it happened, which was luckily pretty rare. The time till they had to get on stage passed in a blur, he had just finished drinking his water and plucked in his ear pieces before finding himself in front of a large group of people.

It wasn’t his first time on stage but Kihyun was unusually nervous as his eyes wandered over the sea of faces. He had spent most of his time backstage going over different what if scenarios, including the possibility of him losing his voice halfway-through. It for sure hadn’t helped his confidence one bit but he tried to smile since he didn’t have much of an option. All he could choose was how he’d disappoint his fans today, either by not performing at all or by not performing as well as he usually would. What the young idol failed to realize though was that he was much harsher in himself than anyone else. His voice sounded a bit nasally and flat compared to how people were used to it sounding but nobody except for Kihyun himself really minded. The fans understood that it was the final concert of a long tour and their idols were bound to be tired by now. Especially after Shownu had mentioned Kihyun feeling a little under the weather while chatting with the crowed, they cheered the vocalist on even more. The fans would sing along to the chorus, while the members would do back-up vocals for their friend when he was too out of breath to sing his lines with his usual power.

All in all, the concert went off well. Kihyun’s voice lasted till the end and only cracked once in between. It had started snowing again while they covered a Christmas song, completing the perfect concert experience. Despite wearing only thin outfits in the cold environment, none of the members felt cold. They were warm from dancing and the lights did the rest to warm them. However, when they stayed on stage, saying good bye to the crowd, the temperature became more noticeable. With his clothes dampened by sweat, Kihyun soon started shivering, trying to conceal it as much as possible till they made it off the stage. Despite his exhaustion, he changed into his normal clothes faster than anyone else, in hopes he’d feel warm again after removing his sweaty performance clothes. He barely heard the praises he received for singing so well, when he didn’t feel his best, the only thing on his mind were the chills that had settled deep in his bones.

He stayed huddled in his coat during the entire drive home although they had turned on the heater in the car and the other members found it quite toasty. Laughing they had piled their own coats onto the vocalist who still kept complaining about being too cold. Taking pity on their shivering member, his friends let him have the first turn showering. Kihyun hadn’t spoken much after the concert but the few words he had said to his members proved that his voice completely shot and he struggled to speak at all. It was difficult to tell whether his voice was wrecked by sickness or by straining it too much and honestly, it didn’t make a difference because it was painful either way.

Being the first one to crawl into bed and the last one to wake up, the other members could only guess Kihyun’s condition but not ask. They struggled to be patient and wait for their friend to wake up so they could check on him. It was even more difficult for his roommates who had listened to the vocalist cough in his sleep and were almost certain the time they had spent in the cold weather had successfully gotten Kihyun sick. With Kihyun not seeming to wake up any time soon, the group had breakfast without him. By the time the vocalist finally ventured out of his bedroom, most of his friends were gathered on living room couch, playing video games. The only two missing were the leader and the maknae. Avoiding the trouble in the living room, Kihyun shuffled into the kitchen to get himself some water. He had woken up with his throat dry and on fire, hoping a few sips would sooth the pain. In the kitchen he found Hyunwoo and Changkyun, one of the squeezing lemons and the other slicing ginger. When the two idols looked up from their task, the vocalist waved at them, remaining quiet. “Good morning, hyung. How do you feel today? You slept really long”, Changkyun greeted. Hyunwoo turned his full attention to his Kihyun, frowning as his dongsaeng pointed at his throat and shook his head, before pulling out his phone typing. He had lost his voice completely.

If I didn’t have a cold before, I certainly do now. It’s mostly just my throat and head hurting and I’m pretty tired despite sleeping so much.

“Aish, sorry Kihyun-ah. Kyunnie and I were just preparing you a pot of lemon tea with ginger and honey. We figured you had pushed yourself too far yesterday. Do you want to eat something while we finish?”, the leader asked, placing a comforting hand on the shorter man’s shoulder. Kihyun shook his head, even having to swallow his own saliva was torture at the moment.

Thank you for the tea but food would hurt too much right now.

Putting the knife down, Changkyun hugged his sick hyung, surprised that the older, usually composed man melted into his embrace. He still kept an arm around Kihyun’s shoulders when the older had to cough. The harsh, dry sound of it was already an indicator for how bad it must hurt but the wet look in the vocalist’s eyes as his throat was shredded to pieces was a dead giveaway. The maknae flinched in sympathy as he watched his hyung clutch his throat, fighting hard not to cry. “Hyung, to you want to lay down till and wait there till we bring you your tea?”, Changkyun hummed with his arms still around the older as it seemed to give him a sense of comfort. Kihyun nodded accepting the glass of water Hyunwoo handed him. He cringed as he swallowed and handed the glass back after only a few sips before he let the maknae guide him back to bed.

He had forgotten how wonderful his bed had felt this morning and sinking back into the pillows, Kihyun questioned why he had even gotten up in the first place. Ah, now he remembered. He had been thirsty and kind of lonely, all by himself. That’s why when Changkyun turned to leave, he his dongsaeng’s hand tightly, preventing him from even taking a single step closer to the door. To say the maknae was surprised would have been an understatement but he took a seat next to his hyung anyways, shooting a text to Hyunwoo to finish without him because Kihyun didn’t want to be alone. Changkyun shifted to sit with his head against the headboard and pulled the older up to rest against his chest because it seemed like lying completely flat made it difficult for Kihyun to breathe. They spent a few minutes in comfortable silence in which the maknae kept running his hand up and down the other’s arm for comfort till he noticed his hyung’s breathing become irregular. The vocalist would sometimes stop to breathe entirely while his chest spasmed. It almost seemed like he was choking. Changkyun took awhile to figure out that the older was desperately trying to suppress the urge to cough, which was understandable remembering the incident earlier. But a person can only suppress coughing for a short time and it was obvious that Kihyun wasn’t able to breathe properly the way his chest spasmed. Gently helping the older sit up, the maknae held his hyung’s hand, telling him to squeeze tightly against the pain. The older did, while the rapper used his free hand to rub his back. Having fought back the need to cough for so long, it seemed the vocalist couldn’t stop now. There were tears streaming down his face and the gasping breaths he gulped in between the wracking coughs could have been mistaken for sobs. Changkyun’s fingers had already gone numb but he wouldn’t show his own pain, worried for his hyung who was still choking on air while his throat burned and his head pounded.

Since the fit didn’t seem to die down, Hyunwoo who had listened from the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water along with some cough syrup he found in the bathroom and some lozenges that were supposed to numb the throat after singing too much. The sight he walked in on when he pushed the door to his dongsaeng’s bedroom open almost broke his heart. The vocalist was hunched over clutching his throat with one hand and the maknae’s hand with the other. He placed the items he was carrying onto the nightstand and crouched down next to the bed, waiting for the coughing fit to die down.

When it finally did, Kihyun was drained, weakly falling back against Changkyun’s chest, who kept him sitting up. He was still panting in an attempt to catch his breath when the leader brushed the hair out of his face to feel for a fever. “Kihyun-ah. You feel pretty warm”, he stated sadly. “I brought you some cough syrup so you won’t have to go through that too often and some lozenges to hopefully numb some of the pain”, he continued. The vocalist nodded gratefully, opening his eyes to accept the small measuring cup of cough medicine from his hyung. He only drank a few tiny sips of water to wash down the taste because his throat was still too painfully swollen to swallow properly. With a lozenge in his mouth, he dropped his head back against the younger rapper’s collarbone, closing his eyes. The maknae stayed in his spot, holding his hyung upright as he drifted off to sleep because he feared the other would start coughing again if he lay down. The leader exchanged a look with the maknae and told him to yell or text if he needed something before he left, confident that the youngest had it handled for now.

He snuck back in for a moment to put the teapot and a mug onto the nightstand for Kihyun to have when he woke up later, only to find both of his donsaengs asleep. Apparently, the maknae had been more exhausted from the tour than he had let on and cuddling his slightly too warm hyung made it impossible for him to stay awake any longer. Hyunwoo snapped a picture, sighing to himself because he knew the maknae was bound to get sick this way but by now separating the two of them would have been too late anyways so he just let them rest in the comfort of each other’s presence.

[taetaesbaebaepsae]

Monsta X during Sex

A/n: @ddaengbaepsae basically cowrote this, bless her thotty brain

Warnings: Just pure filth, kinda soft though shut up I’m soft for them

Word Count: 2656

Son Hyunwoo (Shownu)

Welp he’s big all over folks

Stay safe, use lube

It’ll be fine he’s a big teddy bear

He might hurt you but he’d never mean to

He’s not the type to fuck around he’s definitely a one woman man

He’d be slow to initiate a physical relationship, too, he’s a shy baby under all those muscles

Not at all the jealous type you could thirst over another member right in front of his salad and he’d be like “You’re right, Jooheon does have juicy thighs”

Only very specific situations would make him feel possessive

For example if he comes home and you’re wearing Hoseok’s hoodie

His ears start turning red and you have no idea why

Rips it off you all hungry kisses hands everywhere

You’re shook when he gets a little rough with you, bites your shoulder when he comes

While you’re getting dressed after he puts his hoodie on you with a kiss and a sheepish smile

Missionary, lots of slow strokes, kissing

He’s a hard worker tho if you know what I mean 👀👀

Worries about your pleasure over his

High-key oblivious to you seducing him

You can suck chocolate off his fingers and he’s like “Jagi I can buy more chocolate, relax.”

You can strip off your clothes and he’ll be like “oh should I run you a bath?”

You’ll have to deadass put your hand on his dick for him to get it

He’ll be all blushy at first but then he’ll kiss you hard

So good at oral look at those lips sis. Won’t even ask you to reciprocate but would be so grateful if you do, stroking your hair, a little praise “You’re so good to me, Jagi.”

He’s so shy about asking for what he wants in general but if you do something he likes once, he’ll ket you know by his body language, throw his head back and buck those dancer’s hips

He isn’t very vocal at first but he’ll get a little more comfortable he’s never actually loud

Unless you sit on his face

Don’t @me Nunu loves it

This is when he’s loud, all deep throated moans and he’ll go hard, you’re gonna forget your own name, sis

He loves curves, loves you in white and lace

He is not a one night stand guy he’s a serial monogamist for sure

If he’s fucking you he’s in love I don’t make the rules

He’s fairly vanilla and he’d be highkey worried he’d hurt you if you were into choking or something like that

He would try anything for the person he loves but he’d be uncomfortable if it were something rough

He knows how to move, we all know that, so in any case you’re a very happy girl

Yoo Kihyun

So Ki wants you a lady in the streets

You start dating him thinking you got this traditional boy from a conservative household

But behind closed doors…

“Why are you wearing panties? You don’t need those here.”

He’ll buy you expensive lingerie just to fucking RUIN it

Look you leave his place sweaty and sticky and covered in hickeys

It’s a real walk of shame

He wants you a MESS the first few times he won’t even fuck you because he wants you hooked on him before he ever puts it in

You gotta beg for it every fucking time

But when he finally does you best be ready

He’ll have you ass up on all fours trying to blow out your back

Saying shit like “This is what you wanted, yeah? Wanted me to fuck you like my pretty little whore?”

You’re fucking SHOOK

Also he IS low-key a nice boy like in public he’s making you cover up your marks and shit

But the minute you get a little chummy with one of the other boys he’s ripping off your scarf like “oops”

He’s not that loud bc he’s focused on making you loud af

But he’s a real dirty talker he’ll whisper some shit to you at a restaurant that’ll make your legs shake

He’s the type to make you take off your panties in the bathroom and when you come back he’s talking intently with the boys while he just runs one hand along your inner thighs to tease you

He will be loud if you let him fuck your mouth tho (and you will please who are we kidding?)

“That’s my good girl. My sweet whore.” Throaty moans

Low-key kinky he’ll just randomly buy a riding crop and ship it to your house with a note like “tonight?”

He would love you in a diamond collar

Nothing even remotely submissive about this man

He’s a good time but you better be ready he doesn’t play if you’re his you’re his no questions no complaints

Lee Jooheon

What a fun time

But also such a fucking tease

Another one who wants you messy and keening

Acts all innocent when you beg all wide eyed “What do you mean, princess, I’m barely touching you? You’re so needy today.” All dimpled smirk

But he’ll fuck the life outta you right after

Also just a sidenote he’s got a fast tongue you know that vibrating thing? King of that

He sends you texts all day at work 50% sexts 50% sweet like “when are you coming to see me? I miss you.”

He is a s w i t c h you can’t change my mind

But he’s a brat if he lets you top, so whiny and desperate and he’ll know exactly what will make you give in.

Has a bit of a praise kink tbh so he might be a good boy just for that

When he doms he’s soft tho all praise all the time

He’ll praise you for being a brat be like “oh, I love it when you’re feisty. Do that again.”

Jooheon likes ass sis the more the better if you got cake and wear tight jeans around him you won’t be wearing them long

You gonna have handprints on that booty like at all times

Loves doggy style so much

Adventurous he would definitely fuck you somewhere public like a parking garage or a public bathroom he gets off on adrenaline for sure

High sex drive, all over you when you’re busy working from home and when you’re finally like “ok ok I’m done let’s do this” he’s barely touching you skating his mouth over your skin just to give you chills

Loves to show you off wants you looking like a bad bitch when he takes you out he loves it when you make heads turn

He’s not exactly possessive but he does want all your attention at first he’ll use aegyo and be pouty to try and get you to pay attention to him

If that doesn’t work then he’ll use that Libra seductiveness

LOUD AF

Particularly during blowjobs he will wake the dead “Please please please…” So desperate and whiny

Unironically refers to you as “his girl” like you meet his friends and he’s like “this is my girl”

Down for anything he’ll make all your kinks and fantasies a reality

Loves you wearing something revealing kisses all your exposed skin big open mouthed kisses

Softest sweetest cuddler afterward

Would be the BEST fwb

Chae Hyungwon

He strikes me as the the type to have a fwb for a real long time or be a serial monogamist

King of the long, deep, slow stroke game

You can beg him to go faster all you want but his patience will end you

Lots of stamina we’re talking all night y'all every single time

No quickies here you gotta carve out 2 hours in your schedule minimum

Look at that mouth phew you’re gonna need a good two hours to recover after he goes down on you too

It’ll take a while he can breathe through his ears you feel me

He’s pretty vanilla at heart but he’ll choke the shit outta you if that’s what you want, tie you up, whatever he ain’t scared

King of morning sex I just know it

Sleepy, slow, sweet morning sex

Have you in your feelings when the sun is barely up

SUCH a good kisser, wow

Mostly dominant in bed but he loves you on top

You have fingerprint bruises on your hips at all times

He doesn’t get possessive much at all he’s confident he’s got you on lock

If he does he’ll just throw shade at the dude you’re flirting with and fuck you an hour longer that night to remind you why you’re with him

One of those shuts the kitty down for two full days types, tbh he’s low-key BIG

Big big praise during blowjobs if you give the good succ he gonna fall in love

“Your tongue is sinful, you know that? You look so beautiful with your mouth full.”

Like before you fuck him the first time you’re worries he’ll be boring in bed because he’s quiet and sweet on dates

Then one night he kisses you goodnight and suddenly presses you against the wall, lips right by your ear: “You’re inviting me in, yeah?”

You’re like “Yes SIR”

After about an hour and a half you’re exhausted and sweating, muscles sore and he’s deadass asleep with one arm thrown around you

He’s full of surprises

Lee Hosoek (Wonho)

You first see him and your instincts tell you to run he’s gotta be a whole fuckboy

He wants to be and he’ll try but he’s s o f t

He would do a one night stand and then take you to breakfast and text you two hours later asking if you wanna hang out again

You’re absolutely shocked when he calls you the next day because the sex is definitely not soft

At least not at first

At first he’s throwing you up against walls, pulling your hair, all whiny moans and praises “God, look at you, all spread out like a whore for me.”

And he’ll keep it up but he gets low-key sweet as he inevitably catches feelings

Starts going down on you all the time, being a real tease, slow licks, two fingers in and out

Moans against you it makes him so hard to taste you

The cuddliest baby afterward

High-key possessive don’t even think about flirting he’ll have you backed into a corner marking your throat and breasts up in front of God and everybody

Wants a lot of attention but mostly wants to give you a lot of attention

I don’t know if a louder boy exists tbh

Good luck keeping any of your private times private he’s such a moaner, pleads with you, dirty talker esp when you give him head

“You’re gonna make me come so hard, will you open your mouth and let me see it on your tongue?”

He’ll want so many nudes of you

He strikes me as a real ass man just like Joo

He WILL eat the booty like groceries

He’ll try to wife you if you like anal but sis bring a lot of lube

BIG BIG BIG

Like he knows he’s big but he doesn’t realize how big

Scary big

“You wanna put that where?” Big

He’d sub he’s a switch he’s a good boy too

He is not too proud to beg and he’ll wear your hickies like a badge of honor

He’s strong he loves to manhandle you, throw you over his shoulder and smack your ass, standing sex in the shower holding on to your hips as he bucks up into you

Proud of his body and never wears a shirt around you if he doesn’t have to

Big boyfriend material though despite his fuckboy charm he is loyal and sweet

Lee Minhyuk

He might be a fuckboy look I know he seems soft but there’s a strong demon in there

I feel like he lives to make women fall for him but may or may not catch feelings himself

He’s the type to woo you hard and then kind of ghost you because he’s in too deep

Down for anything sexually a big switch

He’ll be excited to try new things and beg to hear your dirtiest fantasies

Sexually manipulative, he’ll talk you into anything

He’s so much fun but what a wildcard one night will be just missionary and kissing the next y'all are trying out every position in the Kama sutra

Talks a lot, praise, especially when you are on top

Whiny moans, bucking his hips but trying to be a good boy

He👏 loves 👏curves I cannot emphasize this enough

He’s fucking you from behind waxing poetic

“You’re so sexy. The curve of your spine, the way your lower back dips just before…” Skating his hands along your ass before he grabs a handful

He’s always touching you during, hands and mouth everywhere, soft open mouthed kisses on your throat, your breast, your thighs

King of foreplay

He’ll just touch you everywhere, run his hands along your things as he kisses you, your back, your arms, has you trembling before he ever gets to a sweet spot

Loves to overstimulate you but he’ll let you to it to him, too, he loves making you a mess but he’ll love being a mess for you too

Would love you to tie him up he’s a good boy

If he so desires he’ll turn the tables so quick it’s scary, though, he can talk you into anything, remember?

Absolutely an angel in aftercare, sweetest boy, bring you water and snacks to prepare for round two

Im Changkyun (i.m)

The biggest fucking tease

Will dirty talk you until you are weak in the knees

Sexts you in the middle of the day

“Remember when you rode me from behind? Let’s do that again tonight.”

He doesn’t forget a single moment because he’s watching everything, how your face looks when you’re close, the sounds you make

Inside a week he knows exactly what you’re weak for and will use it to his advantage

Teases you mercilessly when he goes down on you, but when you do come it’s overstimulation city he’s moaning against you and coaxing a second orgasm right after the first

He loves to bite you, oh boy, your inner thighs are covered

But that moan he lets out when you bite his neck? He loves to be marked

Cocky, arrogant in bed at first “I know what you like.”

But as he catches feelings he’s more open with you when he’s inside you than he ever is outside of bed

Emotionally attached to sex so when he starts to fall in love it gets even better

He starts to praise you instead of talking shit

Loves you on top, the awe on his face

Breathy, low moans instead of those usual grunts and growls

“Honey, you kill me, you know that? You were made to fit around my cock, yeah?”

He tries out every position but always ends up in missionary, looking in your eyes, kissing you hard and hungry

He memorizes every curve of your body, every face you pull when you’re coming apart because he wants to be able to call it up when he’s away

Low-key body worship when he’s in his feelings

His praise is very personal, too, he’ll talk about how the freckles on your shoulders are constellations, kiss everyone while he’s fucking you from behind

He makes sure you know what he sees in you

If you want to top him he’ll agree and let you but pretend he’s not into it until you really get going

You’ll break him the first time, he’ll beg you, hips bucking, so loud

He needs a girl who can do both

If you’re bad bitch down for anything he’ll fall in love on sight

So soft in the mornings, Eskimo kisses, murmured praise

[anonbebe97me]

𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮'𝓼 𝓓𝓪𝔂! (MX Reactions || Hyung Line)

A/N: Long reactions ahead. No smut, but is suggestive! Also, this includes Wonho bc  I’m #OT7 5Ever. || Maknae Line found here ||

It’s Valentine’s Day, and he’s had a long day at work- he walks into your shared apartment, throwing his duffle bag on the floor and kicking off his shoes. He looks around for you, but you’re not there. Quietly, he makes his way to the bedroom to see if you might’ve fallen asleep waiting for him, but when he opens the door, he sees you sitting on black, silk sheets, in that teeny tiny lingerie set that, when your sister had gifted it to you, you swore you’d never wear…

1.) 𝓢𝓱𝓸𝔀𝓷𝓾:

“Wait…Y/N, what is all this?” He stands at the doorway, hand still on the knob, a dumbfounded expression on his face. You suddenly feel self-conscious as you lay there awkwardly, 

“It’s Valentine’s Day…did you forget?” You ask, biting your lip in fear that he had, in fact, forgotten.

He shakes his head, though the expression never leaves his face, “No, I didn’t forget…I got you this,” He takes a little brown teddy bear out from behind his back, though he’s hesitant in really showing you.

“Hyunwoo,” You smile, sliding across the cool sheets to jump off of the bed to admire his gift. 

This time, it’s him biting his lip.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, raising a brow at him.

He looks down at the bear in his massive hand, embarrassed, “Nothing, it’s just…I wanted to be able to do something special for you this year, but we have rehearsals and recordings and interviews- I feel like a dick that I couldn’t really do anything…I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

You take in his disappointed expression, understanding the guilt he’s feeling, but you can’t help but think about how absolutely sweet he’s being.

“I’ll tell you what…” You gently tug the bear out of his hand and take it over with you as you sit on the edge of the bed, “How about you come over here,” you scoot back to sit in the middle of the bed, and then spread one leg, and the other, “and make it up to me right now…”

He stares at you for a moment, admittedly a bit confused as to what you mean, but when he finally realizes-

“How about I do.”

2.) 𝓦𝓸𝓷𝓱𝓸:

“Jagiya, are you asleep-” He freezes when he sees you, your beautiful body on full display as you lay there waiting

All day, you were rehearsing various sexy lines or phrases you could say when he would open that door, but as he stands in front you, your breath seems to catch in your throat and you can’t even manage a simple hello.

Stage fright, I suppose.

You’re not usually like this- in fact, in the three years you two have been dating, he’s only ever seen you in the bras and panties that you get in a set from a department store; not that he’s complaining, of course. You’re still the hottest ass he’s ever seen, and it all ends up on the floor anyway. But tonight, you’re in that little set…

 for him.

He slowly makes his way over to you, and you feel your stomach do flips. He slides onto the bed and settles in next to you, leaning back so that he’s propped up by an arm.

His gaze burns through your entire body and you have to force yourself to meet his eyes, “You’ve been working so hard lately- I wanted to do something special…” Your shy voice comes out almost like a squeak, and he can’t help the urge it ignites within him.

“Something special, huh?” His smile exposes his canines, and the added smugness he’s displaying only makes it more attractive,

“Do something special for me then, princess…”

3.) 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓱𝔂𝓾𝓴:

“Babe, you won’t believe the shit Changkyun pulled today-” When he sees you, he feels his heart skip a beat, completely forgetting whatever meaningless and unimportant story he was about to to share with you.

“Hey…” You say softly, a gentle smile on your face as you sit cross-legged in the center of the bed.

“Hey.” He smiles back, a glint in his eye as he makes his way over to sit next to you.

Your heart is beating pretty quickly too, but you try to hide it- though when he reaches to graze his thumb over your cheek, he immediately feels the heat radiating off of you.

You blush, looking down at your hands in your lap. Usually, sex with Min is lighthearted- playful, even. But as he sits there next to you, eyes glued onto your pink-stained cheeks and timid smile, you feel something different.

Gently, he turns your face toward him, allowing only a second to go by before he’s leaning in, eyes traveling to your lips. You close your eyes, awaiting the soft pressure of his mouth against yours, and when you finally feel it, your entire body seems to melt.

Without pulling away from the intimate kiss, he’s pushing you backward into the bed, his hand traveling to the warm skin of your bare waist, but as you begin entangling your fingers in his hair, he pulls away abruptly, wordlessly staring at you for a moment.

“Is- is everything okay?” Your lips are red from the bloodflow, and you’re a little breathless.

He smiles, “Everything’s perfect.”

Your eyes search his, “Then- why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because…you’re just so damn beautiful.”

4.) 𝓚𝓲𝓱𝔂𝓾𝓷:

He’s fully expecting you to be fast asleep, as it’s almost 12:00am.

 Before the photoshoot had even begun that morning, he’d stopped by the store to pick up a balloon, roses, and chocolate; he’d carried them around almost all day, occasionally checking up on the balloon to make sure it wasn’t deflating- all for you.

Quietly, he opens the door, intent on setting everything up on the chair at the corner of the bedroom, but when he sees you laying there, one leg crossed over the other, red fingernails raking gently through your hair as you move it aside to be able to see him better,

“Kihyun,” You can’t contain your smile, and evidently, nether can he. 

“I was gonna surprise you- but I guess you beat me to it.”

“I guess I did,” You smirk, standing up and walking over to him.

Your eyes light up as you grab the balloon and the chocolates from him, shifting them to your other arm so you could grab the roses too, but he holds up his hand slightly, “It’s okay, you go set that stuff down and just sit down.”

You raise a brow at him, a bit confused, “It’s cool, I can take it all to the chair-”

“Y/N,” He says impatiently, though his smile is just as bright as before, “Just go sit down.”

You furrow your brows, “Okay, weirdo.” Quickly, you set the stuff down and then turn back to go sit next to him on the bed. The chill of the silk sheets forming goosebumps on your bare legs.

You look over at the plump bouquet of flowers set down against the sheets, and then look up at him, waiting for him to speak.

His smile never leaves him, though you see a change in his eyes- a sort of nervousness.

“Are you okay, Kihyun?” You ask, reaching over and gently resting your hand on his.You tilt your head slightly- 

God, you look gorgeous.

 And in that very moment, the nerves melt away.

“Y/N…you know how much I love you?”

You blink in confusion, though you nod your head slowly, “Yes, but-”

“No, I mean- do you know just how much I truly love you?”

Your confused expression softens into a gentle smile, “Tell me.”

“Alright, but after I tell you, you have to read the card, okay?” He says, motioning to the flowers. 

You raise an eyebrow and glance at the bouquet, and sure enough, the corner of a tiny, white card peeks through from amongst the flowers.

“Alright.”

“Before you, Y/N, life was good. I mean, really good. I had my hyungs, my fans, even a couple girls-”

You reach over and smack his chest playfully, rolling your eyes. He chuckles and clutches at his chest, though he continues,

“But there was always something missing. It was like this…gaping hole in my heart that I didn’t even know I had- but then you came along. Having you by my side seemed to magnify everything; I treated everyone better, I stopped being such a fucking narcissist- even food seemed to taste better…and whenever I’d go on tour, and you couldn’t be by my side, I felt it again- that hole...” 

His eyes lower for a brief moment, and you barely even notice him pull the card out of the flowers before he’s gently pushing it toward you, motioning for you to grab it.

“I used to only be able to sing about love- but now, I live it. Every single day. And not some romanticized version of it- I mean the real thing. You are the most real thing in my life, and…” 

You narrow your eyes at the small card, focusing on the small, black letters:

                                     ╔═════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ═════╗

 𝐼𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓂𝑒.

                                                                         ╚═════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ═════╝

Your heart is pounding in your chest, and immediately, your vision is blurred. You think you know what’s coming, but you almost don’t even want to look up from the fear that you might be wrong.

“Y/N…” His voice is so steady, so sure…

You gather all the courage in your being to look up at him, and the tears start flowing when you see that he’s climbed off the bed and gotten on one knee. 

“Will you marry me?”

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That wraps up part one!

Hαρρყ Vαʅҽɳƚιɳҽ'ʂ Dαყ, Bҽαυƚιϝυʅ <3

[excelsi-or]

04/06/19 - love, in varying forms (woozi)

to a boy i love right now

w.c. 1.9k

A/N: When I wrote this piece, I had the idea of just recording the song myself. Now it’s like a year and something later since I wrote it and I spent 20 minutes recording this 1:30 clip. LISTEN AT YOUR OWN RISK lol. It’s not necessary to the story, just thought it’d be fun to push myself a little. Hope you all enjoy~~ Stay safe out there, friends~ xx

January 26, 2019

June 4, 2019

“Ji!” she shouts, running through the crowd. She easily bypasses people, slipping underneath arms and around bodies.

Jihoon turns just in time to catch her in his arms, stumbling back a few steps, her legs wrapping around his body. She quickly drops to the ground and stares up at him with the widest smile. She pushes the graduation tassel out of his face and pecks his nose.

“I’m so proud of you,” she murmurs, aware that there are other people around.

Jihoon smiles, his hands lingering at her waist a bit longer. “Thanks. You remember your graduation gift to me, right?” His hands are light, so that if anyone shows up, he can let go.

She rolls her eyes, but nods. “Yes, I remember.”

“And you remember you’re coming tonight, yes?”

She nods her head again. “Yes, Ji. When I asked what you wanted as a gift, I didn’t expect you to be so demanding.”

“It’s the only time you’ve ever offered me whatever I wanted,” Jihoon answers with a smirk. His grip tightens around her waist suddenly, his gaze sharpening. She tips her head before glancing over her shoulder. There are a few guys from one of her upper level biology classes staring at them. One of them, not terrified by Jihoon’s stare, smiles at her.

She smiles back. “I’m just going to say congratulations, okay?” She turns back to Jihoon. Tickling the back of his neck, she lifts an eyebrow. “Ji?”

“Okay.” Reluctantly, the grip on her waist loosens. She picks her way through the crowd and joins the circle. They all tackle her, demanding to know when she’s going to graduate.

“How will we know what to do without you telling us all the answers?” one of them demands.

She laughs, allowing herself to be back hugged by Hyunwoo. “You’re just gonna have to actually learn them on your own. Classes are going to be boring without all of you now.”

The boys toss jokes back and forth and she laughs heartily along with them.

Jeonghan, with his own graduation cap, steps into the circle. He smiles at everyone and takes her hand. “We’re going for dinner now; are you coming with us?”

Nodding, she steps away from Hyunwoo, patting his chest. “Good luck out there, you dopes.”

They wave her off, blowing kisses after her. Just as soon as she steps away from the group with Jeonghan, Jihoon’s at her side, an arm around her waist. She gives him an odd look, as he isn’t typically an arm-around-the-waist kinda guy. At most, she gets a hand hold; which is usually just his pinkie wrapped around hers, covered by his sweater paw so no one will know.

“Ji?”

“What the hell was that about?” Jihoon demands.

She gives him an odd look as they follow Jeonghan to the main lobby where they are supposed to return their robes. “What?”

“That guy. Hugging you?”

“Hyunwoo? He’s a friend,” she answers.

“He makes me uncomfortable.”

“You uncomfortable?” Before they can discuss it further, Seungcheol appears before them. “Hey, so Mingyu said that he’s ordered all the food so we better hurry before there’s nothing left.”

“You’d think for a graduation dinner they’d at least wait for the grads,” she chuckles. Out of the corner of her eye, she can still see Jihoon’s discomfort.

They don’t get any time to actually talk about it until they say their goodbyes after dinner and head to the studio. The boys quietly jeer about cleaning up after themselves, so that the parents can’t hear anything.

“So are you going to explain?” she asks.

“Explain what?”

“Don’t play dumb,” she sighs as she presses the elevator button. She holds their intertwined hands up. “This? The obvious displays of affection? Sorry, Ji, but in the seven months we’ve been together, you don’t do this. And definitely not when there are parents and other people around.”

“Maybe I want to be different.”

“Ji,” she whines as they step onto the elevator. “It’s nice. I’d like you to hold my hand more, but it’s weird.”

“That I want to hold my girlfriend’s hand?”

“That you’re holding it in public,” she answers.

Jihoon makes a point of looking around the empty elevator and she sighs in annoyance. They don’t say anything until they’re tucked away in the studio twenty minutes later. The hoodie she borrowed is a little too warm now that they’re in the studio, so she rolls the sleeves. Then she sits in her usual seat next to him.

“Are you jealous again?” she finally asks.

He tends to be more honest in the studio. Jihoon begins clicking through his files, also intending to delete any trace of himself on the computer. “I… I don’t know. It’s different from that time with Taehyung.”

“Because…?”

“Because I know Taehyung.”

“Yeah, now.”

“But he seemed harmless then too. That guy…” Jihoon shakes his head. “He was… he was handsy and touching you too much.”

“I let all your friends hug me like that.”

“But I know them,” Jihoon argues. “I know they won’t try to hurt me or steal you away from me.”

“Ji.” Her hand rests overtop of his, stopping him from typing. “Ji.”

Jihoon turns in his chair. She pulls him closer, his rolling chair moving with him, until his knee is between her legs. She tips his chin up so that they’re eye to eye. “I choose to be with you, Ji. No one’s just going to steal me away.” She waits for him to nod before releasing him. Then she turns back to the screen. “Besides, I’d at least give you a few hours notice.”

Jihoon snorts, smacking her forearm. “This is the song, you brat.”

She smiles, resting her head on his bicep so she can see better.

“Oh. I know this song.”

“It’s not something I wrote,” he says. “It felt like too much power getting you to sing words I wrote.”

She lifts a suggestive eyebrow. “So instead… John Legend and Wendy’s song?”

Jihoon nods his head, tearing his eyes away from hers. “No one’s going to hear this anyway. So I’m good with a cover.”

She gives his bare arm a kiss and stands. “Let’s go then.”

Jihoon gets up and leads her by the shoulders towards the recording studio. She stands by the door as he moves the equipment around. “Do you know the words, jagi?” he asks as he debates with the stands.

She nods her head. “Yeah, ‘cause you’ve been playing it non stop the past week.”

So he foregoes the stands and sets up two microphones. She stands across from him and takes a pair of headphones. Once she puts them on, she can hear her own breathing. Her eyes widen at the weird sensation and Jihoon smiles at her adorable expression.

He holds two thumbs up and she nods.

The guitar strings start, a few clicks.

Seems like we’ve been here before, your eyes are seeing straight right through my core.

Who knew that harmonizing could be so fun? Every time Jihoon steps in with a harmony over her voice, a chill goes up her spine. It’s also interesting to see Jihoon’s adoration in his eyes in this way. It’s the same gaze when they’re cooking (she’s cooking) and she asks him for something. Or when she catches him watching her across the room when they’re hanging out with their friends. They’re the same eyes during quiet moments in the bedroom when he’s hovering over her. But here in the familiar soft orange glow of the lamps of the music building, it’s softer, more vulnerable. No one gets to see Jihoon like this.

It’s so different from the dark eyes of his stare at Hyunwoo or the bright eyes when he laughs with his friends. She desperately tries to memorize his expression, because she has no intention of ever recording another song in her life.

Jihoon tilts his head in that cute way of his, questioning her expression as he sings. She shakes her head, her eyes falling closed as she listens to Jihoon’s sweet voice.

Don’t tell me you don’t feel what I feel right now, it’s written all over you.

After the song, he catches her around the waist causing her to squeal. “Ji!” she laughs. She tugs the headphones off before the wire can come undone. She passes them to him and he smiles, satisfied.

“Are you sure you don’t want to sing more songs with me?”

“When it’s not being recorded, of course, my love.”

Jihoon’s smile widens at the nickname. She’d dropped it once and his reaction was everything she didn’t know she needed. So every once in a while, she’ll sprinkle it in. Usually when they’re alone.

“Come on; let’s listen to it.”

“Someone’s eager tonight,” she teases as she trails after him. Her eyes go up and down the hallways. The music building is similar to the other school buildings, but the feel is different. Warmth fills the hallways and she’s always assumed that it was from all the emotion and honesty pulsing through its walls.

In the studio, Jihoon has already fallen into his chair and has the audio recording up. They listen to the song through and she’s surprised at how professional it sounds. Jihoon plays around with the volume, amplifying the treble since they both tend to sing a bit higher. And he leaves the part at the end when he tackles her.

“Ji, cut that out,” she laughs.

“No, I like it,” Jihoon says. He saves it into his USB drive and quickly goes around deleting any of his extra files on the computer. She stands and looks around the room. It’s the last time she’ll be here with Jihoon. He seems to be thinking the same thing when he turns slowly in his chair to face her.

“What?” she asks when he’s quiet for too long.

“I love you.”

She blinks in surprise at the confession. “Ji?”

He shrugs. “You knew already, didn’t you? You probably knew I was too scared to tell you.”

She nods her head, a small smile playing on her lips. She crosses the room to sit on his lap. Her legs drape over the armrest, her head against the back of the chair. “I love you too, you know.”

He leans his head back and turns to look at her. His breath fans over her face, warm and all Jihoon. “Are you mad it took me so long to say it?”

“I don’t know how I feel around you sometimes,” she admits. Their fingers are tangled together over her knees. “I want to love you senseless, but also just cuddle you, and feed you and scold you and then let you hold me.”

The lamp reflects in his eyes, turning them caramel. He always says the same of hers, but this is the first time she’s really seeing what he’s seeing. The light makes his eyes soft and they match his gaze.

“Are we always this mushy?” she laughs, burying her face into his neck.

Jihoon rests his head on top of hers. “No, I think just in here.”

She straightens again and he waits for her next question. “Are you going to miss it?”

“I think I’m going to miss having you here with me,” he says, looking around the room. “This is my favourite space, but it’s always better when you’re with me.”

“But now you have that big boy professional studio waiting for you at that company,” she chuckles. “We have plenty more nights to spend in your studios.”

Jihoon kisses the back of her hand. “Yeah,” he murmurs, “that’s true.”

“Ready to go?”

Jihoon shakes his head, closing his eyes. “No, let’s stay a little while.”

Next: July 24, 2019

[soybeantree]

request: @trishavolution21​​ -  ‘Can you do a fluff/angst request about Jooheon arguing with his girlfriend at night then in the morning makes breakfast in bed and apologize her then make up’

pairing: lee jooheon x (reader) genre/warning: fluff, angst word count: 800+ 

Storming through the door, you slam it shut and continue towards your bedroom, dropping your purse and keys on the floor and kicking your shoes across the hallway. Once you reach your room, the door opens again. It slams loudly as you pluck a pillow off the bed. Jooheon appears in the bedroom’s doorway just as you are grabbing a blanket from the closet. You chunk the pillow and the blanket at him.

“You’re sleeping on the couch.” You hiss before walking into the bathroom. Glancing at the mirror as you remove your necklace, you find his reflection staring back at you.

“This conversation isn’t finished.” He folds his arms across his chest. His whole body fills the doorway. 

With a shake of your head, you grab a make-up wipe and start cleaning off your face. “It’s finished for tonight. You’re treading on really thin ice right now Jooheon, so you should accept my truce. Because I’m one wrong word away from calling Hyunwoo to collect your ass.” You throw the wipe in the trash before starting the faucet. As the water heats up, you push past Jooheon. Your hand finds the zipper of your dress, and you let it fall as you enter your closet.

“You could have responded to any of my messages.” Jooheon picks up the thread of your argument as he follows you into the closet. 

Clenching your night shirt in your hands, you breath in and out. Your phone is still in your purse; otherwise, you would have Hyunwoo on the line. “I was out with my friends Jooheon.” You remind him as you shove your arms through the shirt and pull it over your head. “Checking my phone isn’t a top priority.” You shove past him again as you head back to the bathroom.

Steam rises from the sink. Throwing your hair up, you cup a handful of water and splash it on your face, along with a second and a third handful.

“I was worried about you.” His voice echoes through the bathroom.

“And there was no reason to be.” You glare at him, water dripping off your chin. “I realize I forget to tell you about tonight, but I am a grown ass woman, Jooheon. If I don’t immediately respond to you, it doesn’t mean I’m dead in a ditch somewhere. It also doesn’t mean you have to blow up my phone. I do have a life of my own.” You nearly break the top off your face wash bottle as you slam the pump down.

“And I understand that, but I need you to understand that we aren’t two separate people anymore.” He holds up his hand, displaying the wedding ring you placed there almost three months ago. “What you do affects me, and I would like to know if I should make dinner for both of us or just myself.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here for dinner,” you say as you scrub at your face, “but that doesn’t justify you showing up at my dinner with my friends.” Rinsing your hands off, you grab your toothbrush. “Do you know how embarrassing that was?” The mouth full of toothpastes muffles your words, but the red filling Jooheon’s cheeks confirms that he understood each word.

“I’m sorry my concern is embarrassing!” He shouts before storming off. The bedroom door slams shut behind him.

With your hands braced against the counter, you sigh, releasing all the tension from your body. A simple text at the start of the night could have prevented the night’s headache, but Jooheon shouldn’t have freaked out the way he did.

You hold to your anger as you finish your nightly routine and crawl into bed. The empty space beside you stretches beyond the tip of your fingers. A chill seeps from it onto your side. Rolling over, you curl up and stare at the clock. The minutes blink by, turning into hours. The anger drifts away and sleep claims you. 

The bitter tang of coffee wakes you. Blinking against the bright light of the morning, your night stand comes into focus. A tray sits on it, bearing a mug of coffee and a full breakfast spread. As you sit up to examine the offering, you hear a knock. Jooheon stands in the bedroom’s doorway, his head down and hands clasped at his waist.

“This bed is too big for one person.” You say patting the space beside you.

A hint of a smile pulls at his lips as he shuffles into the room and takes his place on the bed. Leaning towards him, you rest your head on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers as he strokes the hair off your forehead. “I shouldn’t have freaked out last night and shown up at your dinner.”

“I’m sorry. I should have told you about the dinner.” You tilt your head, catching his eyes. “Can we stop being angry now?” He nods lowering his head to place a kiss on your lips. You smile into the kiss, reaching your head up to continue it when he tries to pull away. He chuckles when you finally pull back. “Good. Now let’s see what you made me for breakfast.”

[daesungfmd]

hwang daesung + skateboarding! 

headcanon 5  /  wc: 955

daesung’s been skating since early 2014 (quick story: started skating because he saw skateboards on the set for impulse’s debut music video and suddenly decided He Wanted to Learn!), but his first year of major improvement didn’t come ‘til 2019 because impulse’s promotions finally slowed down that year (kind of) and he had more time to go fuck around at skateparks.

but not being ~good~ didn’t mean he took it any less seriously. the moment that he decided it was a hobby that he WASN’T going to drop within a month (shocking!), he started collecting boards and learning how to do his own set-ups, trying to learn abt the history of skating just ‘cause he was interested!

quickly became his second love after music <3 

has always looked for every opening to practice skating. brings his current favorite board w/ him when impulse goes on tour, practices in parking lots, goes street-skating when he can’t sleep at night, etc. obsessed with constant improvement

also likes skating whenever he can because it helps him NOT think!!! that shit is so rare for him, like... his mind moves a mile a minute and most of the time, it’s ~whatever~ but it’s nice to have something he can do that actually gives him some happy static in his brain for once!!!!!!

even though he’s been skating for seven years as of january 2021, most people (mainly fans) still think he’s really bad at it </3 fair enough because all behind the scenes footage of him fucking off with a board is JUST that. fucking off. looking like a fool. and he mainly posts his fails on his social media. but what ppl don’t understand is that you can be a good skater and still eat shit! if you’re pushing yourself, you’re gonna fall... that’s the fun of it. but he just lets his fans (and whoever else) tell him he sucks and that he’s a poser in the comments because it’s funny

shows off every once in a while if his pride is wearing thin

prefers alien workshop, evisen and santa cruz decks

doesn’t really have a fave skatepark? he switches it up pretty often to keep his fans from figuring out where he likes to hang out & he also likes to just go street-skating sometimes so he’s all over the place

honestly not that big of a deal because he blends in pretty well anyway! tends to wear hats (mainly bucket hats and safari hats) along with a facemask, so his face is covered well enough that no one’s gonna think he’s an idol?? even when it isn’t, he lets his hair grow out when he isn’t promoting, doesn’t rly shave unless he has to so the stubble comes out and doesn’t wear any makeup on off-days other than eyeliner so all of his flaws are out in the open </3 just looks like your average scruffy skater boy, esp when he’s hanging with other skaters

ofc he IS still an idol, though, and he DOES still have fans, so he’s been spotted quite a few times. usually really chill about it, will definitely sit and talk with fans if they agree to not go talking about it to everyone. will even skate w ‘em if they skate

what does daesung carry in his skate bag, you may wonder? too much shit, probably. skate tool, wax, extra parts, mini first-aid kit, headphones, portable charger, box cutter, snacks, money, extra clothes, towel, painkillers, shoe goo for quick repairs. used to shove a bunch of water bottles in there, too, but eventually realized it’s more convenient to lug around a 1gal jug of water that he can refill at fountains or... wherever. also used to carry spare shoelaces but now he wears his spare shoelaces as a belt LMAO

this mf makes friends so easily when he’s skating! super supportive, will help people with tricks if they ask or will just offer moral support. not the type to catch an attitude or rage-throw / break boards. just there for a good time

lies about his identity a lot RIP no hate to idols but sometimes he doesn’t wanna feel like one!!! “oh, my name?? i’m hyunwoo”

so sometimes he’ll go to a skatepark after Not going to that particular place for a while and people will be calling him by random ass names and he has no idea they’re speaking to him....... it’s ok tho he’s just an airhead

definitely the type to attempt tricks that he has little to no chance of landing and just do...... stupid things..... want to know what it’d be like to push a ramp up against that shed and drop in from the roof but don’t want to do it yourself??? daesung will!

as a result... he eats shit a lot. as i mentioned above, falling is a given, but he takes BAD falls simply because he’s impulsive and likes to take risks (+ wants to show off and is willing to try even if the chances are slim). always has some weird scrapes and bruises going on. acts like he doesn’t know why his joints hurt and then goes and acts like a crash test dummy in his free time

it’s really a wonder that he hasn’t gotten a bad injury yet

doesn’t usually listen to music when skating. has a lot of friends that he skates with and if he’s not with his friends, he’s usually at a public skatepark. the nice thing about the skater community is that they’re SUPER friendly people (usually) and they absolutely WILL talk to you (usually) if you’re giving the same vibes back out, so he likes to keep his ears open for communication

but sometimes the vibes are sour or he’s street-skating by himself, so here’s an idea of some of daesung’s favorite songs to skate to:

molly // mindless self indulgence  ·  oops! // yung gravy  ·  witapoke // kylof soze  ·  money machine // 100 gecs  ·  king // impulse  ·  like that // doja cat  ·  vacation // bambam, luga  ·  hot mess // cobra starship  ·  when i grow up // the pussycat dolls  ·  in the ayer // flo rida, will.i.am  ·  back foot // dinosaur pile-up  ·  burn it up // iamnot  ·  movinglikeazombie // ericdoa  ·  that’s rock ‘n’ roll // green day  ·  dragula // rob zombie  ·  aquaman // beenzino  ·  chanel // frank ocean  ·  noizy // sik-k  ·  blew // nirvana  ·  jealous // eyedress  ·  shake it off // taylor swift