#bad boy changkyun

[haechannabelle]

honestly y’all ? things are pretty bad for me right now. but today i learned that lee jooheon will sometimes go up to the other members and just….hold their pinky finger 🥺🥺🥺 instead of holding their hand 😭😭😭😭😭 and that’s so cute and sweet that it WILL give me the strength to get through this day. thank u jooheon 💕

[sanstropfremir]

i’m sure u received asks about the mma 2022 performances - hoping i’m not adding too much noise ur inbox 🫡

but i feel a bit underwhelmed with these performances? i was sad to see the lineups for all of the upcoming award shows and how there aren’t a lot (or any) 2nd gen/3rd gen performers. granted there aren’t as many 2nd gen active kpop artists that are doing music (most ventured into acting but also hello! i want a key gasoline end of year stage!). and 3rd gen bgs are enlisting + ggs disbanded or not as mainstream.

i’ve seen a lot of praise for le sseafim’s stage but idk it wasn’t anything wow. it felt awkward to me?

i haven't actually, it seems like everyone (including me) forgot about it. i don't know what the full list of performers is so i probably haven't watched all of them, but yea almost no strong performances. what the hell is wrong with the creative directors for these groups, like did y'all forget how stage a good awards show performance in two years? the mmas gave like 11-12 minutes to all these trendy fourth gen groups and NONE of them could keep any semblence of my attention for more than maybe three minutes. the only two groups that actually understood the scale of what they were supposed to be doing were monsta x and ive, bc starship has been sending groups to awards shows for ages. and of that mx's was the only one that was actually interesting and in proper scale for the event, and they did it in less time than everyone else. and also gidle but like. was that a good performance? no, but at least they got the scale right.

tbh the main problem seems to me that all these groups are doing songs/vcrs etc that are just too sedate/slow for that large a stage and they aren't planned well. some groups are kinda sol in that regard (sorry newjeans, your music isnt gonna work on an awards show stage without revamping the production), but literally why were there vcrs in the middle of some of these performances. the one in the ive performance literally just covered up them WALKING TO A DIFFERENT PART OF THE STAGE. why. are you too good to sing a song and hype up the audience while you walk? i dont even want to talk about the txt performance it has some of the worst everything i've seen in a hot minute. the le sserafim stage had extremely poor understanding of how to actually use the stage properly and pathetic styling. like sorry diesel outfits do NOT cut it for an awards show performance. enhypen had legitimately horrible styling like what the actual fuck was that. a lot of these groups are treating these stages as extentions of their 'lore' or whatever and having these ponderous ~mysterious~ vcrs without actually realizing that that is not what these shows are for. these shows need BIG performances bc they are long and they have huge lulls in them thanks to the actual awards presenting. it's one of the only types of performance that it's not necessary to build a dynamic arc into because you do not need one.

[wonjns]

particular — i.cy

pairing. im changkyun x male reader

genre. smut

summary. another long day of work leads to a horny mood, thankfully you have a (slightly odd but extremely sexy) boyfriend who's always willing to help you out.

includes. car sex, semi-public sex, slight voyeurism, masturbation, cum eating, unprotected sex ( dont irl !! )

WC. 1.7k

°A/N. . . ok this is literally so random it was just an old draft i started literally last year ?? but i just had to finish it bc wow i forgot how much i love chankgyun and i hope u guys like this !!

everybody usually labeled your boyfriend as a bit of a freak, but you just liked to think of him as selective about what he liked when it came to sex.

despite his horny tendencies, changkyun had never done anything outlandish or unheard of before with you - shit, he was hardly even open to trying new things. he simply knew what he liked, despite how specific some of his turn ons were. you understood that, and he always appreciated how open you were to his desires.

just like now, as you sat in the passenger seat of his car – your pants long discarded as you palmed your exposed member while he watched you with intense eyes.

you woke up in an uncharacteristically needy mood today, dropping hints as soon as he picked you up from your barista job. changkyun could feel the desire radiating off of you in waves the minute you laid your eyes on him, the way his fitted black gym shirt up clung to his chiseled torso stirring a fire in your gut. it was unlike you, but you practically begged to have him before he could fully drive down the street. and who would he be to tell his favorite boy no in that moment?

he just wanted you to do a thing or two for him first.

for some reason, changkyun loved to fuck you after seeing you reach your climax first. something about how spent you would be just ignited him in a blaze, pounding into you extra passionately afterwards... every single time. 

so you didn’t hesitate for a second when he asked to see you pleasure yourself until your first orgasm, then he would touch you. you obliged, immediately throwing your head against the seat rest from a couple strokes to your cock. 

but before you knew it, you had been at it for 10 minutes, unable to get yourself climaxing despite your needy state. your hands simply never felt quite the same as changkyuns larger, warmer, and much more experienced ones. your wrist was starting to cramp after putting in so much effort to no avail, groaning out of frustration when you saw changkyun begin to palm himself over his gym shorts.

you were sickeningly turned on at how aroused he was getting at your frustration. you had always needed his help with nearly everything, especially when it came to sex, so you were always so pliant and obedient — and fuck did it turn him on.

“kyun, i need you so bad, please.” you whined, feeling overwhelmed with the hunger that he stared at you with as you played with your throbbing length.

changkgun’s jaw clenched for a second before he slowly licked his bottom lip, watching your hands run along your cock. he didn’t even want to blink and risk missing a second of the beautiful sight before him.

“you’re doing good, baby, keep going.” he sternly encouraged, voice so deep it caused you to whimper with more want. his eyes shot up to yours for a second, darker than ever. “are you close?”

“mm mm,” you mewled in response, gaze dropping to his erect nipples poking through his dry-fit shirt. you stroked yourself deeper, remembering what he looked like underneath the thin fabric. “let see your abs, please.”

the ever-so-cocky grin that you were used to grew across changkyuns face. and as annoying as it was, you fucking loved it.

he’d been working out so much at home lately, and it showed more as the days went on. you would always watch in perverted silence, eyes fixated on his back muscles as he did pull ups on your bedroom doorframe. the way his round shoulders were forming, tan thighs growing more muscular, and of course that torso being shaped by the gods - there was hardly a time that he’d be doing his sit ups in the living room that wouldn’t end in you two getting some extra cardio in on the couch after.

changkyun complied to your request all too easily, reaching down to drag the hem of the shirt slowly upwards. the material slid up and bunched around his broad chest, bronze chiseled abs glaring right back at you.

he must’ve just finished working out before picking you up from work, as there was still a thin sheen of sweat reflecting off the grooves of his muscles. you just wanted to cum all over them right then and there, and to lick it off after without a care in the world.

and that was all it took. the thought alone activated a long whine out of you as you squirted all over yourself, ropes of your white essence shooting up onto your stomach and thankfully missing your uniform shirt by a smidge.

you felt a little out of breath already, but the marveling in changkyun’s eyes gave you all the boost you needed. you didn’t bother discarding your shirt as you scrambled into his lap, back accidentally honking the horn in the process. you’d didnt give a damn.

“there, will you kiss me now?” your voice sounding much more desperate than you wanted it to.

changkyun offered you another smirk before slightly lifting your shirt and scooping some of your arousal off your stomach with two fingers. you didn’t need any instruction as you opened your mouth, excitement stirring in your bones.

your boyfriend’s eyes struck in a trance as he rubbed his fingers along your tongue, spreading your salty love liquids around to his liking. his free hand held you firmly in place by your neck. you took the opportunity to suck on his digits for just a moment before he pulled them away.

your tongue protruded out to show chankgyun his work, prompting a deep groan out of him.

“that’s my boy…” he finally mumbled before surging forward, finally soothing your aching lips with his own.

the kiss was deep, full of hunger as changkyun wasted no time in slipping his tongue in to mingle with yours. he took his time tasting you, collecting the smeared essence off your tongue to take for himself. he was so noisy today, as another one of his moans shook you to your core, and you were thankful to be perched on his lap... otherwise your knees would’ve given out immediately.

you were growing drunk on his sloppy open mouthed kisses, feeling along those godly abs before you forced yourself to pull away - unable to hold in your final request any longer.

“changkyun,” you huffed, “please fuck me.”

the dark haired man laughed at your already desperate state, warm hands encasing both sides of your hips securely as he looked you up and down.

“i don’t know, prince, right here and now? you’re already so sensitive, i’m not sure if you could handle it.” he mocked, experimentally rolling his hips up into you.

the thin material of his workout shorts boldly exposed how rock hard his bulge was already. he felt so, so big and it sent your mind reeling. your eyes rolled back when you rocked your hips down into him in response, clutching his broad shoulders.

“let me try.” you cried out, reconnecting your lips before he could form a reply.

after the two of you shared a hot, needy make out session for a couple minutes, changkyun skillfully removed both of your clothes before you could notice.

his teeth ran teasingly along the column of your neck before he passionately sucked on your adams apple, flipping you over and lowering the seat back. you moaned as you ran your hands down the expanse of his exposed melanated back, the valleys of his toned muscles sending you into a haze.

chankgyun made sure to leave an array of pretty little marks all over your neck before finally ridding himself of his underwear and fishing the small bottle of lube out from the center consul.

he laughed to himself, realizing that normal couples probably wouldn't keep something so vulgar brazenly in their car. but the man learned quickly that he had done it to himself; after corrupting you for the first time, you had become such an insatiable little thing.

when both you and he were finally prepped, he teasingly prodded his thick head against your entrance.

“i’m going in, baby boy. hold on tight.” he spoke.

his teasing actions caused you to already clench around nothing, but you tried to will yourself to relax. he slowly pushed in, and you couldn't even attempt holding your noises in. not like he would want you to anyways.

changkyun's ego would always skyrocket every time he heard how good he made you feel. his favorite would be times just like this, when you were in your most fucked out state just babbling over how much you loved him and his huge, skillful dick.

you clung to your boyfriend tighter as he ground his hips into you rhythmically, taking you to the stars and back right there in his driver's seat.

it didn't take much for you to announce your second orgasm, the sensation hurdling towards you as changkyun relentlessly pounded into you with a starved passion.

when the blissful relief washed over you, once again coming all over you and changkyun's stomach, he couldn't even warn you of his own climax as the fluttering of your walls began milking him dry as well. he wanted to bite down on your collarbone but refused to look away at how cute your scrunched up face looked, loving that he was the reason for your ecstacy.

changkyun tried to still his head from dizzying, groaning as he watched his own come begin leaking down your leg. he went to grab napkins from his consul, but you stopped him immediately, pulling him back on top of you for one more deep kiss.

you just wanted the both of you to rest in that moment, so fucked out that you didn't feel like moving despite the stickiness forming between the both of you.

your boyfriend chuckled as he lowered himself to your ear, pecking your cheeks a couple times.

"ok, 5 minutes babe. but then we have to get out of this parking lot, your job has cameras."

© 𝐟𝐥𝐰𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐢 — all rights reserved

[sluttywonwoo]

Congrats on 12k! :D

May I request “i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know.” & changkyun? Thinking of reader in a miniskirt too but whatever you feel like writing is best ^^

you hadn’t wanted to leave the house. your boyfriend did. so you’re out at this stupid carnival with his friends because you couldn’t convince him to stay in with you.

it was rare for changkyun to want to go out, and you would usually jump at the opportunity to drag him somewhere, but you had been feeling needy all day and you wanted to spend the rest of the night in bed with him.

“come on, we never see soonyoung these days. he’s been asking to hang out with me and the guys for weeks now. i can’t keep blowing him off.”

“fine, you go, then,” you huffed, flopping back onto the pillows.

changkyun made a face. to be fair, he didn’t know why you wanted to stay home because you hadn’t told him. and you’re usually the more adventurous one out of the two of you which likely made your reaction all the more confusing to him.

“no, he wants us both there. why’re you being such a brat right now?”

you mumbled something under your breath that he didn’t quite catch but he didn’t bother asking you to repeat it because he was already annoyed.

begrudgingly, you got up and changed into something nice (choosing to forgo anything underneath your skirt as a little surprise for later). changkyun kept his work clothes on and threw a leather jacket over his shoulders in case it got cold and then you were out the door.

he hadn’t told you where you were meeting everyone so when he turned into the parking lot for a fucking pop-up carnival you were beside yourself.

“did hoshi pick the place?” you mumbled.

“yeah, why?”

“no reason.”

you really should have asked where you were going or at least thought your outfit through a little better because now you’re on the swing boat ride with your pussy out. thankfully, your skirt is long enough to cover everything so there’s no risk of sitting cunt-to-seat with nothing in between, but you do have to make an effort not to flash anyone by keeping your legs pressed together for the entire duration of the ride.

you would’ve just sat out and watched the boys ride the rides all night but you love roller coasters and you didn’t want to be the lame girlfriend by not participating.

you would also never pass up the opportunity to hear your boyfriend scream like he is now. he’s holding on to your arm for dear life, shouting expletives at the top of his lungs as the pirate ship swings back and forth and you laugh maniacally.

he’s a little wobbly by the time it’s over and still has to cling on to you as you make your way out of the gated area. soonyoung’s already talking about what to ride next, dragging hyungwon by the arm in the direction of whatever it is. you and changkyun trail behind the rest of them as your boyfriend regains his balance.

“having fun?” he asks with a kiss to your cheek. his bad mood seems to have disappeared along with his ability to stand upright.

you nod. “mhm.”

“aren’t you glad we came?”

“eh, kind of.”

“what? what do you mean ‘kind of’?” he presses.

“i just… had other stuff in mind,” you sigh, avoiding his gaze.

“other stuff? that we’d do at home?” you nod again and then the lightbulb goes off. “oh, that kind of other stuff?”

“yeah.”

“well, we can still do that later tonight, baby,” he whispers.

“but i had already been so horny all day,” you mutter back.

“then you should have told me! i could’ve ate you out before we left or something.”

“you would’ve made me wait,” you argue. “you’re mean like that.”

changkyun smirks. “maybe you’re right. it’s what you deserve anyway for acting like such a brat.”

“i was only acting like a brat because i wanted your dick so bad.”

“stop, you’re going to make me hard,” he whines in your ear.

“that’s all it takes?” you scoff.

“it’s you!”

“maybe we should sneak off to the bathroom real quick?” you suggest, wiggling your eyebrows.

but to your dismay, changkyun shakes his head. “no, they’d definitely notice. we’re here to hang out with soonyoung, remember? we’ll just stay a little longer. i promise.”

you catch up with the rest of the group a few moments later, effectively ending the conversation. you didn’t have anything else to say to changkyun anyway and you can tell he’s a little worried about it. he thinks you’re pissed but really, you’re plotting.

you eventually pull him to the side after giving him the almost-silent treatment throughout the next two rides. he raises his eyebrows expectantly, looking relieved that you’re finally going to talk to him. instead of saying anything though, you grab his wrist and yank his hand under your skirt, pressing his palm against you.

“i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know.”

changkyun’s mouth falls open. “this whole time…?”

“wanted it to be a surprise. i was waiting for the right moment to tell you.”

he seems to remember where you are and jerks his hand back to his side.

“and that’s now?”

“uh-huh.”

“fuck.” he sighs and puts his hands on his hips, looking back at his friends who are gathered by the funnel cake stand. then, decisively he says, “i’ll say goodbye to them, you go ahead. i’ll meet you in the car.”

12k celebration

[astroyongie]

Yongie can you do monsta x reaction to making their so cry pleasee I’m begging

Monsta X Reaction To Making Their S/O Cry

Shownu

The moment he sees your cheeks full of tears, his face closes off

He doesn't say word at the beginning

he has no expression whatsoever on his features

He is the type to just look at you before actually asking you if you are alright

I don't think he understands what he just did at first

but he will want to communicate with you and try to know why you are feeling that way

why you crying

only then will he realize

Shownu will act mature about it usually

he does apologize for his behaviors

and then he becomes clingy

he would want to comfort you with food

with snuggles and hugs

He will fix things

Minhyuk

This man will act all worked up

You probably crying because he didn't hold his tongue and said horrible things to you

and when you start crying he will hate himself

but at the same time, he wonders why you went for it

He is a mix between feeling bad for you and being "see I told you"

Minhyuk will give you a few minutes to get yourself back together but he would want to talk it through

so no bad feelings stay between the two of you

He would probably try to solve the thing with physical touch

like kissing and hugging you

or even taking you inside the bedroom

he can be persuasive if you want me to be honest

Kihyun

This man will feel awful if he ever makes you cry

like yes, maybe he wanted to be right about something but that didn't mean he needed to put you in tears

Kihyun will feel really guilty although he has a hard time apologizing

he will do it

And then it's up to you

if you want to talk things through at the moment, go for it

if you prefer to take some time to collect yourself, he will allow you to do so as well

He just wants to make sure that you are relatively alright

After that, he will act a little bit impulsive

due to his conflicted emotions, he will try to do too much at once for you to forgive him

which can be annoying for you

he will try to compensate you with a going out or a date

and if you don't want to go out he might perceive it as you not caring about his apology

Hyungwon

This guy won't apologize for making you cry

he will be the type to feel everything inside

empathy, sadness, and guilt toward the fact that he made the person he cares for cry

but still, he would be unable to say sorry mostly due to the lack of verbal empathy

he is the type to just look at you, and nod listening and waiting for you to calm down from your cries

Hyungwon will then take some time for himself

meaning that he prefers if both of you just take some time out to reflect on things

he wouldn't want to communicate anyway and he won't give you any emotional of physical contact that you might crave at the moment

just space so you both can reflect on what was wrong and discuss it later

Jooheon

Jooheon like the rest of the boys is the type to apologize after he realized that he made you cry with one of his actions or his words

he would feel very conflicted about the whole thing

and he might not even know what to do

but since he is very close and dependable on you he would want to fix things at the moment

to talk to you about what happened

to understand and to apologize currently

Jooheon has also a big heart

so once you have calmed down he would be very warm

whatever you want as compensation he will give it to you

and he actually makes sure not to betrayal your trust again

I.M

He is so angry

when he sees you cry it probably makes him get even more upset than he was before you guys started arguing, or before you started crying

he just can't stand it

and he won't

in any case and based on his chart, Changkyun won't apologize

and he won't stay around you while you cry

he prefers to isolate himself and wait that you calm down enough to come and talk with "rationality" rather than "emotions"

Changkyun might really act like an ass

this guy could leave the room and go eat a sandwich while you cry

or he would fall asleep on bed while you cry beside him

so it might be quite complicated

[jae-bummer]

A Little Jealousy

Request: I HAVE SO MANY REQUESTSSSSSS T_T But I don't wanna be greedy or anything so . . . Please pick one of the following for MX! 4, 7, 9, 11, 15, 16, 19, 20. I literally could not pick one! I am okay with ANY of these, but I'm really curious to see them. I asked for Kihyun last time, so any other member this time please! <3 Maybe Minhyuk, because my heart misses him so T-T

Prompt:

7) "I'm not jealous!"

16) You and your bias kiss to prove you don't have feelings for each other.

Pairing: Monsta X Minhyuk x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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A low whistle greeted you as you walked into the living area.

"You look hot," Changkyun growled from his spot by the window. He was laying on the floor, shirtless, sunning himself like a lizard.

"You look hot," you laughed in return. "Like temperature wise. Why are you laying in the sun?"

"Hot water's out," he muttered. "I became a Changkyun-sicle trying to wash up."

You shook your head before plopping on the couch. "Where's Min?"

"Likely incurring the wrath of winter," he grumbled. As you continued to stare at him, he motioned toward the hallway. "It was his turn to shower."

That explained the high-pitched scream you heard while you were getting dressed.

As if being summoned by his name alone, you heard a door down the hall creak open, and footsteps pad out. Stumbling into the room with you, Minhyuk scrubbed a towel over his still damp hair. You tried to keep your eyes focused on his face, but it was difficult when all he was wearing was a pair of pajama pants slung low across his hips.

"Y/N," he hiccupped in surprise, immediately dropping his towel to cover his torso. The tips of his ears were turning redder by the minute. "I thought you had left."

"Nope," you croaked, trying to clear the sight of Minhyuk's body from your mind. "My Lyft driver is stuck in traffic."

"Right," he nodded, sidestepping toward the other side of the room. Reaching into the coat closet, he pulled out a hoodie and yanked it over his head. "I was too busy being naked to mention it, but you look gorgeous."

"Thank you," you said, unable to maintain eye contact. Minhyuk was always the first to dish out a compliment (or his opinion in general). His words had an easy way of causing you to blush, whether he was poking fun or genuinely gassing you up.

"Where are you going looking like that?" he asked, dropping onto the couch beside you.

"I have a date," you said quietly, still refusing to look up. It had been a long time since you had actually been out with someone, let alone someone you were hopeful about. "Changkyun introduced me to-"

"Who?" Minhyuk cut in before you could finish.

"Hyungwon," Changkyun hummed dismissively. "Boy has no game."

"Hyungwon!" Minhyuk gasped.

You turned to look at him, furrowing your brow. Changkyun and Minhyuk circulated the same circles and had mostly the same friends. You had assumed that if Changkyun offered to set you up with someone, Minhyuk would approve as well. Not that you needed his approval...it just...would have been nice.

Your relationship with Minhyuk was something you could brag about. He was such a passionately good friend that even his quirks didn't ruffle your dynamic. He was loud, energetic, and a shock to the system for many, but those were the people that didn't get to see him in his quiet moments. He was so soft and sweet. It was hard to grapple with the intrinsic need to cuddle him and simply take care of him.

"That was the name I said, yes," Changkyun sighed, glancing up at his friend as well. "What's the problem?"

"W-well," Minhyuk struggled. His brain was working overtime. "He's not dateable! Like at all!"

"Name one reason."

"Okay," he hummed, thinking. Launching up from the couch, he exclaimed, "He smells bad!"

"Oh, come on," Changkyun laughed. "He does not smell bad."

"He does!" Minhyuk insisted, beginning his pacing.

You were shocked that he was acting this way. Normally, both Changkyun and Minhyuk were supportive of almost all of your endeavors. Amazingly, that seemed to not include dating.

"Min," you laughed, shaking your head. Your eyes followed him as he walked back and forth. "Why are you acting like this?"

Changkyun sat up instantly, grinning mischievously. "I can tell you why."

Minhyuk paused his steps and shot a glare in the younger man's direction. "I just want what's best for you, Y/N!"

"Oooor," Changkyun purred. "He's jealous."

Changkyun's words landed like a slap. You were stunned by the possibility he presented. There was no way that Minhyuk could be jealous of you seeing someone else. That just wasn't like him.

Or you assumed it wasn't. Thinking back, you hadn't been in a serious relationship since your friendship had started. He was very protective of your time together and... well, protective of your attention in general.

"I'm not jealous!" Minhyuk groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "What reason would I have to be jealous?"

"Maybe, and try to follow me here," Changkyun smiled. "You like Y/N."

Your mouth popped open in surprise as Minhyuk looked around the room, panicked.

"I love Y/N," Minhyuk nodded, avoiding eye contact. "We all do."

"Noooo," Changkyun chimed. "We do love Y/N, but you loooove Y/N."

"For fuck's sake," Minhyuk muttered, covering his eyes. "Stop trying to stir the pot! There is nothing to be stirred!"

"Oh contraire," Changkyun chuckled, living for this moment. "I think your reaction is proving that there is plenty to be stirred."

You looked from Minhyuk to Changkyun and back again. Mouth suddenly dry, you tried to find words to add to the conversation. "Is...is that true, Min?"

Minhyuk didn't bother uncovering his eyes as he groaned. "Of course not, don't be ridiculous."

Part of you wilted at his statement. You had never really thought of Minhyuk in that way, but now that it was presented, you couldn't say it wasn't appealing.

Changkyun watched you carefully before turning back to the older man. "Prove it."

"I'm sorry," Minhyuk sighed, dropping his hands. "Prove what?"

"Prove that you don't have feelings for Y/N," Changkyun insisted.

"And how exactly do you expect me to do that?" Minhyuk grumbled, eying you with a pout.

"Kiss," Changkyun prodded. "Kiss Y/N and prove that you two don't have feelings for each other."

"That's stupid," Minhyuk scoffed. "Y/N doesn't want to-"

"I'll do it," you chirped, heat immediately radiating across your neck.

"See, they don't want to-" Minhyuk halted, having realized what you said. "You'll do it?"

"Sure," you continued, uncertain of what had gotten into you. "We'll just kiss and that'll be that."

"Right," Minhyuk said carefully. "That will be that."

"What's a kiss between friends?" Changkyun mocked. Waving his hands through the air, he motioned for you to stand.

Moving unsteadily to your feet, you crossed the room to stand in front of Minhyuk. Bared before him, you suddenly felt ripped open. The realization that you hoped he had feelings for you was dizzying. You were willing to let him in. He could have you if he wanted.

But did he?

Rolling his eyes, Minhyuk finally directed his attention to you. "This is silly."

"So silly," you said dumbly, glancing up at him through your lashes. You couldn't help but notice that his breathing had turned shallow.

"We don't have to do this," he whispered, his brows drawn together. "If you don't feel comfortable-"

"I want to," you interrupted. "Gotta prove your innocence, right?"

"I have nothing to prove to him," Minhyuk grumbled, glaring above your shoulder at what you could only suspect was Changkyun and his shit-eating grin.

"Then prove it to me," you said quietly.

Minhyuk's gaze latched onto you again. Sucking on his bottom lip, his eyes tunneled deep into yours, trying to reconcile his next move. You lifted your brows, waiting in silence.

After a few more seconds, Minhyuk's hands crept slowly up your arms. Sliding over your shoulders, they came to rest on either side of your neck, his pointer and thumb splayed across your jaw. Giving him a short nod of reassurance, you watched as he drew closer, and placed his mouth lightly on yours.

There weren't fireworks, but this kiss wasn't meant for that. It was meant to be questioning. It was meant to be soft and shy.

Taking a deep inhale through his nose, he pulled away again to exhale. Keeping his eyes closed, he set his forehead against yours. "Every butterfly that has ever existed are now all in my stomach."

You let out a breathy chuckle before pulling away from him. Opening his eyes, he looked at you questioningly. His fingers remained wrapped around your neck, not eager to let go.

"Min," you whispered. "Kiss me."

It took him a few moments to register your words before he began nodding to himself. Leaning in again, he pressed his lips more firmly against yours. Reaching up, you gripped his hoodie in your fists and pulled him even closer. You opened your mouth to the kiss, realizing you were both smiling as Minhyuk staggered against you.

There were the fireworks. For as bright of a person as Minhyuk was, it was unsurprising that his kiss made you see stars. Everything that had been unsaid over the duration of your friendship was being poured into his zealous affections.

Dropping one of his hands from your jaw, he wrapped an arm around your waist. You tilted your head back, attempting to get a better vantage for the kiss. Your lips seemed to melt together, tongues working in sync, with small giggles erupting from either of you at any moment.

Changkyun loudly cleared his throat, causing both of you to jump. Minhyuk dropped his face into your shoulder and let out a chuckle. "I completely forgot we weren't alone."

"You're about to be," Changkyun laughed, pulling himself to his feet. "I have to text Hyungwon so he's not ghosted."

You winced, turning to look at Changkyun. "I'm so sorry. I-"

"He'll live," Changkyun grinned. "This is much better. I love being right."

[blu-joons]

When Another Member Accidentally Reveals Your Relationship ~ Monsta X Reaction

Shownu:

You smiled sheepishly as the boys walked off of the set, as you expected Jooheon was the first to walk across to you. “I’m so sorry,” he immediately told you, wracked with guilt after accidentally spilling.

“It’s alright,” you tried to assure him.

“I’m sorry too Hyun,” he added, spinning around to face Hyunwoo as he entered the room.

Hyunwoo’s head shook back across at him as the boys all took a seat, “as long as Y/N’s alright, then I’m alright too.”

“I don’t know what came over me, I didn’t even think about my response,” Jooheon groaned, pacing around the room, annoyed at himself.

You reached out and grabbed his hand to stop him from doing so, “you’ve saved us a job having to tell the fans about us.”

“Exactly,” Hyunwoo agreed as he tried to reassure Jooheon too, “and it’s something funny we can always talk about now too.”

Jooheon’s eyes looked between the two of you, “how are you being so kind? Shouldn’t you guys be mad at me right now?”

“We can’t change what’s happened, can we?”

Minhyuk:

The look in Changkyun’s eyes panicked Minhyuk as soon as he found him, watching his every move as he sat beside him. “Don’t look at me like that, I already feel bad enough,” Changkyun quickly asked of him.

“Bad for what?” Minhyuk questioned.

“I’ve done a thing,” Changkyun began, “all I wanted to do was upload the Tokyo photos to Twitter.”

Straight away Minhyuk began to pick up on what Changkyun was hinting at, “you uploaded something you shouldn’t have, right?”

“I quickly deleted it,” Changkyun defended in a flustered state, “but you know how quick the fans can be sometimes Min.”

A sigh came from Minhyuk, appreciating how apologetic Changkyun was. “Do you think one of them managed to see it?”

“I’d guess so,” Changkyun responded in a faint whisper. “I’ll do anything to make it up to you, and more importantly Y/N too.”

As soon as Changkyun stopped speaking, Minhyuk grabbed onto him. “These things happen, there’s no need to be sorry.”

“You shouldn’t be this nice to me Minhyuk.”

Kihyun:

He quickly became concerned as Hyunwoo sat down at Kihyun’s desk, his expression full of concern. “Have you got a moment? There’s something you need to know,” Hyunwoo asked him, his voice monotone.

“It sounds bad,” Kihyun nervously noted.

“It’s Y/N…and you,” Hyunwoo told him, feeling bad as Kihyun immediately sat himself upright.

The last of Kihyun’s smile faded away as his eyes stuck on Hyunwoo. “Has something happened? Y/N’s not hurt, is she?”

“No, it’s nothing like that,” Hyunwoo assured him, “it’s just the last video that got posted might not have been edited too well before posting.”

Kihyun’s brows furrowed as he continued to try and figure out what was going on. “Something got into the video that shouldn’t have?”

“There’s a scene with you and Y/N in the background, quite clearly sharing a kiss,” Hyunwoo informed him in a whisper.

A loud groan came from Kihyun as he threw his head back in frustration, “how could they have not been more careful?”

“I don’t know, I’m so sorry Ki.”

Hyungwon:

He hummed in reply to the knock at his door, glancing across to see Minhyuk smiling back across at him. “Is Y/N’s phone in here, we’ve rung it but we can’t find it anywhere?” Minhyuk innocently asked him.

“Your phone?” Hyungwon quizzed in reply.

“My phone? Are you deaf?” Minhyuk chuckled back across to him, only to see Hyungwon pointing.

Hyungwon’s head nodded as he tried to subtly get Minhyuk’s attention. “Yes, your phone,” he repeated as Minhyuk clocked.

“Yeah, is it here?” He asked, finally realising that Hyungwon was in the middle of a live, quickly changing the direction of the conversation.

Hyungwon had a quick look around before pointing across to the sofa, “I think that’s your phone over there, go over and check.”

“I’m sure that’s my one,” Minhyuk called out, sending Hyungwon a subtle glance to let him know that it was really your phone.”

A smile appeared on Hyungwon’s face as Minhyuk backed away, “maybe wait until I’m done before you come back again.”

“I won’t drop you in it next time too.”

Jooheon:

Their eyes rolled as the boys were asked the typical question in their interviewer, all looking between each other. “Come on, someone must have some juicy gossip about relationships,” the interviewer pushed.

“Well, Joo…” Kihyun began, then stopped.

“Jooheon?” The interviewer asked, picking up on it despite how quickly Kihyun was shushed.

“It’s nothing, my mistake,” Kihyun responded, stuttering over his words as he tried to try and change the subject of conversation.

The interviewer’s head shook back across at him though, “Jooheon, are you in a relationship? Now’s the chance to share if you are.”

“I might be seeing someone,” Jooheon sighed, smiling weakly across at Kihyun, “but that’s as far as I’ll share right now.”

Kihyun didn’t know what to do as he met Jooheon’s flustered expression. “Shall we go back to talking about the music now?”

“None of your fans want to hear about that now,” the interviewer scoffed back to the boys, “shall we talk about Jooheon?”

“I think maybe we’ll leave that for Jooheon.”

 I.M:

As the door to his studio flew open, Hyungwon immediately jumped. “What have you done?” Changkyun asked him, looking across at him despairingly as he tried to figure out what Hyungwon had done.

“What do you mean?” Hyungwon asked.

“You mentioned Y/N in your live, everyone is asking questions,” Changkyun explained to him.

“When? Why? I didn’t…did I?” Hyungwon sighed, sinking down in his seat as Changkyun nodded in reply back across to him.

A stressed hand ran through his hair as Changkyun tried to compose himself. “We’ve got no choice but to be honest with them now.”

“I’m so sorry, I forgot where I was and just included Y/N straight away,” Hyungwon frowned, closing his laptop screen down.

Changkyun sighed as he heard the sincerity in Hyungwon’s voice, “I need to go and speak to Y/N, let her know where we go from here.”

“Can you apologise to her for me?” Hyungwon requested, “it was a complete mistake. I should've been so much more careful.”

“It’s alright, it’s nothing that can’t be fixed.”

---

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Take My Picture~ Changkyun 2

Pairing- Changkyun x Named Reader

Word count- 1.5k

Includes- sex, riding, sex from behind, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Changkyun POV

I slowly lift up my shirt, exposing my hard earned abs, looking at the camera as the photographer takes a picture

"Serious face", he says

I school my features into a serious yet soft look, the camera shutter going off over and over

I quickly glance at my girlfriend, who's standing behind the photographer

She's glaring at me, her arms crossed

I'm a little confused

Why is she angry?

Is she angry at me?

I'm a little thrown off, but I keep posing for the shoot

As soon as I finish, I look around for her but she's not out on the beach

Did she go inside?

Why didn't she wait for me?

I head to the small building we're using as a place to dress and get hair and makeup to look for her

She's not in the dressing room we're using

There's only like three more rooms in this building so I start heading to the next one to look for her

Passing by the third room, I find her pacing inside

Opening the door, I walk inside, closing it

"Joanne, are-"

I don't even finish what I'm saying before her lips are on mine, kissing me

Fuck

Yes

I kiss her back, my arms going around her

She starts undoing my belt and pants, maneuvering me to the little couch that's in this room

She drops my pants and boxers, pushing me on the couch

I'm so fucking excited

Sitting down, she climbs on me, lifting her short skirt, pulling her panties to the side

I grip her hips helping her slide down my cock

"Oh fuck", she moans, shaking

"Fuck", I groan, pleasure running through me as she starts bouncing on me

Fuck yes

Her hand glides in the back of my hair and she pulls my head back against the couch

She kisses my neck all over, leaving all my nerves on fire

"You bad boy", she growls, "Showing off your body like that, knowing I'm right there"

"Jagi", I whimper, pleasure taking over every cell in my body

"You did it on purpose. You did it so I would jump on you the first break and fuck you", she continues, rolling her hips, her tight cunt taking me back in

Fuck, so good

"Admit Kyunnie", she urges, bouncing slightly "Or I'm not gonna fuck you"

"Yes", I admit, immediately

There is no way she's getting off me right now

No way

I need her pretty wet cunt to stay on me, ride me

"I did it so you'd fuck me jagi. Fuck just looking at you sitting there in your tiny dress, watching me. I wanted to fuck you right there"

"Not nice Kyun. That's the second time you've teased me. You're being mean again", she frowns, stopping all her movements

I know she's talking about the time I fucked her in the kitchen when the guys were in the dining room

I edged her a lot and didn't let her cum on my cock

But I did make it up to her later that night

I ate her cunt good and fucked her hard

Made her cum around eight times

"Sorry baby. Fuck I'm sorry. I won't be mean anymore. I promise"

"Are you sure?", she pouts, starting to move on me again

"I'm sure baby. Please fuck me", I beg

God she is the only girl I've ever begged to fuck me

The only one I will ever beg

She's my everything and I love her so much

"Ok Kyunnie", she says, pressing her lips to mine

She moves faster, slamming hard on me

Fucking hell, feels so good

She's so wet, it's all over me, the squelching sound of her pussy sucking me back in so loud and so pretty

Moving my hips to her ass, I grab her cute cheeks and help her ride my cock

She's pulsing so hard and I just want her cream all over me

Right now

"Cum for me baby", I murmur

"Changkyun, oh fuck yes", she yells, the pleasure of her orgasm amazing

God I love her screaming my name

"Yes baby, cry my name baby girl. Let everyone know who's cock make you feel this good"

"Kyun!"

She finishes but keeps bouncing and I thrust up into her spot when she comes back down

"Fuck", she moans

I slam hard in her over and over, going so deep into her, her cunt holding my shaft in a vice grip

She pants, slamming herself on my cock over and over, getting closer

"Cum on your cock jagi", I whisper in her ear

Thrusting in her as she bounces, she screams my name, coming and shaking

"Changkyun! Changkyun!"

I watch her cum in awe, seeing how beautiful she is

I love watching her cum

Always did

She's in such pleasure and she's leaning back so far, she starts falling backwards

My arms shoot out and I stop her, pulling her to me

I never had a girl cum as hard as she does

I love it and it feels incredible

When she finishes, I pull her off me, she whines, "No. I want back on"

"Get naked now", I order

I'm taking charge now

I let her dom me, now my turn

She pulls her shirt off, takes off her bra and skirt

I watch her strip while I take the rest of my clothes off too

"Get on your hands and knees"

She does exactly what I tell her, her pretty creamy cunt on display

"Good girl", I tell her, so turned on Getting behind her, I thrust inside her pussy, bottoming out instantly

"Yes Changkyun, oh my god"

I slam her again, hard but just once

"Kkk... Kyunnie more", she asks

Thrusting again, only once, I tell her, "No baby. I let you do whatever you wanted on my cock. Now it's my turn to fuck you how I want. And I want you to beg for it"

"You promised you wouldn't be mean!", she whines

"I lied", I smirk

Thrusting again, she moans loudly, her pussy clenching my cock so hard

"I don't hear you baby girl", I growl

"Please give me more Kyunnie. Please baby"

I pound into her hard but at a slow steady pace

The pleasure is amazing, the feel of her tight cunt spreading open for my cock at steady bliss

God I love ruining her

"Please Kyunnie. Wanna cum"

Shoving my cock all in, I grind and rock into her, my head rubbing on her spot

"Yes Kyunnie! Oh fuck", she moans, her body shaking

"Yeah baby girl. Feels so good", I praise her, letting her cunt clench me over and over

"More Kyunnie. I need your cock. Please"

"Ok jagi. You're being such a good girl, begging for me", I tell her, starting to pound slow but hard into her cunt

I watch her pretty slit open and strain around my cock, pouring cream down my length and that sight is fucking mind blowing

She's so little but she takes me so well

"Be my good girl baby and cum", I demand, pounding in her spot

I keep going slow, thrusting in her hard, one slam at a time

She throbs on me and I know the next slam will make her cum

I pull almost all out, then crash back into her, burying my cock right into her spot

"Changkyun!", she screams, coming hard, her arms and legs shaking

Pleasure hits me hard from her orgasm

God it feels amazing

"Good girl", I praise her

Her arms buckle and she starts to fall forward

"Stay up baby. I'm not done fucking you"

She straightens her arms, holding herself up

"Good baby"

Gripping her hips, I pound into her fast and hard

"Kyunnie!", she screams in pleasure, "Don't stop. Oh god don't stop"

I can't stop

I don't want the bliss to stop either

"Get tighter baby", I order and she squeezes my cock harder than before

Jesus, it feels so good pushing through her tightness

"Good girl. You're my good girl", I tell her, slamming away

I feel her getting ready and I can't wait for it

"Kyunnie!", she cries, coming and making pleasure wash over me

"Yes baby. More. I need more", I pant, still fucking her hard, "Cum again"

"Oh fuck!", I hear her moan, her throbbing getting more intense

"Baby listen to me. Cum again. Now!"

"Oh my god!", she shouts, her pussy coming again, drenching me in cream

I can't hold back, the pleasure is too much and I slam inside her, holding her on my cock while I cum hard inside her, filling her tiny cunt

"Joanne, baby girl. Fuck", I shout

When I finish, I pull out and sit back breathing hard while she lays down on her stomach

Laying on top of her, I kiss her shoulders, running my fingers all over her, feeling her skin trembles

She giggles, pushing into me and cuddling as much as she can

"Do you have to go back right now?"

I probably have to for group pictures but if she wants to cuddle they can wait a few minutes

"In a few minutes jagi. But I'll cuddle you until then"

She turns her body around to face me, smiling, "Yay"

My god she's adorable

"Kiss me Kyunnie"

Always

Lowing my mouth to hers I kiss her in a sweet and loving kiss

[mymoodwriting]

LØV3

F!Reader x Hyungwon

Genre: Yandere AU

Warning: Kidnapping, Verbal Abuse, Restraints, Trespassing, Mind Control, Weapons, Guns, Gunfire, Threats of Self-Harm, Fatal Injuries, Major Character Death

Words: 4k

Chapter Sixteen

(Prev//)

Prompt: NexGen is the leading company for all of humanities technological advances. Their recent project involves creating a higher functioning AI, one with basic knowledge of the world, and programmed to learn. It’s no surprise the project is a secret from the general public, and you, the company’s head programmer, were chosen to be the AI’s teacher. You wish you could reject the assignment, but the decision was made. Now with an AI at home things were different. Although it might not be such a bad thing, perhaps you could learn and help each other out, for better or for worse.

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“This is all your fault!!!”

    You weren’t restrained in any way, just having been placed down in a chair. As soon as you saw Changkyun you jumped to your feet and charged at him screaming. It took a moment for everyone else to react but they quickly grabbed you and held you away from your target. That didn’t stop you from yelling and trying to break free. Eventually you were shoved back into a chair and restrained. Once you were secure, Changkyun asked everyone to leave the room, except for Jooheon. So now it was just the three of you.

“Now that you’re-”

“You messed with Chae’s fucken code! This whole disaster is because of you!”

“I know! And I’m sorry! Okay!” Changkyun took a breath. “I’m sorry… I know this is my fault… I should have told you everything from the start. That the company was using your code without permission for the sake of innovation and-”

“For promotion? That’s what you wanted, right? You kept Chae hidden for months, before I even knew he existed! Why!? Why the heck did you alter his code!”

“I… I was watching you from your home security cameras when the AI caught me. It was gonna report me so I-”

“It’s true…” You needed a moment. “What Hyungwon told me, what he reported to the police, it was all true… you were stalking me? You-”

“I hate to interrupt all this.” Jooheon cut in. “But we have bigger problems right now. If it makes you feel better, when this is all over he will go back to prison.”

“What!?”

“You’re still a convicted criminal here, Changkyun. You admitted to the unlawful surveillance and all the other stuff. I only got you out of prison because I needed you, the world needs you. We need to stop this AI thing before it grows too powerful.”

“Agreed. I doubt you all beating Hyungwon to a pulp did much to stop him. You didn’t have to go that far to rescue me.”

“We had to make sure he couldn’t track us.”

“I guess, now will one of you untie me? I won’t hurt anyone.”

The two boys shared a look before Jooheon undid your restraints. You stretched your limbs and then noticed a bracelet you had on.

“What’s this?”

“Protection. We did a scan before we brought you here, realized you had a chip inside you.” Jooheon explained. “We couldn’t remove it, so the bracelet serves to block any possible incoming or outgoing signals.”

“Shit… I had totally forgotten about that… thanks.”

“No problem. Now, you told me before that everything was run out of NexGen, and that should be our focus. Care to elaborate on that?”

“Yeah. There are serves underground the NexGen HQ building. That’s where Hyungwon runs everything, that’s the source of his power. Although I’m not so sure shooting them, or setting off an EMP would work.”

“Can’t you shut it down?”

“Me? I, well it was my code that made him, but I’m not sure any failsafes are still in play.”

“They are.” Changkyun confirmed. “When I got you away from Hyungwon the first time I used the reset protocol. Then when Jooheon came to save me from prison he used the shut down protocol. Besides the modifications I made, nothing else seems to have been changed from his code. It’s still your code, so you should be able to shut it all down.”

“Huh… I guess he never really thought about changing his own code, he’s had nothing but success, and the only person who did know his code was at his side.”

“Not anymore.” Jooheon remarked. “So all we have to do is break in and-

“It’s not that easy.” Changkyun stated. “Even before the AI takeover, getting into NexGen without authorization was basically impossible. I can only imagine what security upgrades have been implemented. I’m sure y/n knows all about them now.”

“He’s right. The first thing Hyungwon did when he took over NexGen was get everyone under control. There are orbs all over the building and all employees wear a bracelet to monitor them. Even guests have to be approved and wear a bracelet while in the building.”

“So then how are we gonna get in?” Jooheon questioned.

“Well, we might have a way. As of late Hyungwon has had this company come in to upgrade the servers. We could pretend to be employees from that company and get direct access to our target.”

“Won’t we be recognized though?”

“Not necessarily. The orbs in the building make note of the bracelet, not your face. As long as we all have a bracelet with the correct authorization codes, no one will notice us.”

“Not even the other employees?”

“They’re… they’re not all there. Hyungwon has gone to great lengths to maintain control. Although in order for this to work, we need to be sure he’s out of the building. He’d be alerted of our arrival and check our faces just to be safe. Once he’d realize we’re not the usual crew it would all be over. But if he’s outside the building he’d be less likely to know about us showing up, and even then, wouldn’t check our identities. When he’s not around the whole building is like in standby mode so the chances of being caught are even lower.”

“How would we get that thing out of the building?” Changkyun wondered. “It’s probably on high alert now.”

“But there’s one bait he’d always far for. Jooheon?”

“Hm?”

“This bracelet that’s blocking the signal, could it do something else?”

“Like what?”

“Bounce the signal to another location?”

“Oh, definitely.”

♥♥♥♥♥

    Hyungwon opened his eyes, his surroundings different yet familiar to him. It took a moment for everything to come back online, but once he was alright he sat up. Minhyuk was at his side, looking over the monitor before checking in with Hyungwon.

“What happened to you?”

“Those low-lives came for her. They broke into the house and kidnapped her, beat my body into scrap while they were at it.”

“How’d they manage that?”

“An EMP went off moments before their arrival. It disrupted my systems, and hurt her in the process. Luckily I was able to send you a message and jump into my backup body before they truly caused damage.”

“What about your plan?”

“We proceed as usual. Did you get any information on y/n’s whereabouts?”

“Unfortunately I don’t have anything. I checked nearby CCTV footage to track the van that took her, but I lost them. Her chip also isn’t broadcasting a signal, so I don’t have a read on her location.”

“They can’t hide her forever. The more we take, the better the chances of finding her.”

    Despite remaining calm and collected, Hyungwon was worried about you. He’d taken many precautions in order to keep you safe, and yet you were still taken from him. Something like this could not happen again. Days went by without any news from you and he was growing agitated. He couldn’t fathom what you were going through. Although when he finally got a ping on your location he sprung into action. He checked nearby CCTV, looking for you in the crowds. That’s when he noticed a hooded figure trying to keep a low profile. Those ridiculous rebels had probably roped you into their shenanigans, and he would not stand for that.

    He made his way to your location. As soon as he was nearby he called out your name, and it seemed that you heard him, immediately breaking out into a run. He had no problem chasing after you, making his way through the crowd until he caught up to you, grabbing your arm and pulling you close. He immediately pulled back the hood and took off your mask, only to see it wasn’t you. He was confused, as your chip signal was coming from this person. Then he noticed the bracelet on them, breaking it and losing your signal once more.

“You-”

    The crowd around him suddenly erupted into chaos. Someone had pointed out his identity and soon he was swarmed by all kinds of people. Some were clearly fans, others protesters trying to tell him off about his creation. This was all the least of his concerns. Hyungwon pushed through the crowds, knowing he couldn’t cause too much of a scene right now. He called upon drones to assist him, and once he informed Shownu he knew law enforcement would be showing up soon. Once he got away from the crowds he managed to return to his vehicle. Although people continued to gather around him, keeping him trapped.

“What happened?” Wonho asked, having come along with Hyungwon as the chauffeur. “Where’s y/n?”

“Not here. It was a ruse.” 

“So then where is she?”

“I don’t… actually, if they did all this, then there’s only one place she could be.”

♥♥♥♥♥

    You were all incredibly nervous as you walked up to NexGen, but needed to act like you were supposed to be there. One of the rebels you worked with managed to hack into the repair company Hyungwon had been using. Through their systems they set up an appointment, so you guys were expected. From there you got the building access codes that had been given to this company and modified some bracelets to broadcast it. Everything should go smoothly, and you all waited until you had confirmation Hyungwon was out of the building.

    It was strange for you to return to NexGen in such a way. Once upon a time you were an employee here, then a prisoner, and now a runaway criminal trying to destroy everything this company has built. You were all wearing uniforms and carrying equipment, concealing your identities with a mask and just trying to act normal. Your team made it to the front desk, one of the others checking in for you, and then you were being escorted down to the servers. You and Changkyun shared a glance, kinda amazed with one another that you were actually doing this. When the elevator doors opened you were amazed to see how things had changed.

    Once upon a time this room was just rows and rows of servers, but now a giant control console stood at the center, a few physical servers around it, but you could see many more were just below your feet. You couldn’t even imagine the amount of data that was currently being stored, or what it was for. There weren’t any people down here, only a few drones, and androids, but they all had their own tasks. Upon your arrival all the machines glanced your way but according to their systems you were authorized to be here, so they did nothing and continued with their own tasks. 

“Y/n, you’re up.”

    Now it was your turn to act. While with Hyungwon he had restored your position in the company, and had been using your credentials. All you had to do here was log into the control console and activate a kill code, shutting everything down and wiping all the data. You gained access without issue, being able to see all of Hyungwon’s operations and future plans. They wouldn’t continue though. You worked to activate the kill code, but all of a sudden the screen went black.

“… what just happened?” You tried to get the computer back on. “I didn’t even-”

    An alarm suddenly went off, startling everyone. All the machines turned to you, beginning to surround you. The others with you revealed the weapons they had, but no one fired just yet. Although soon all the attention turned to someone else.

“It was very brave of you to come here.”

    You looked over to see Hyungwon entering the room, gun in hand. You didn’t need to wonder who he was aiming at, quickly stepping in front of Changkyun.

“How are you here?” You questioned. “You left and-”

“So it was your little plan to lure me out of here? Well, I did learn to body jump after my last encounter with these low lives. I am alright, y/n, they didn’t cause any damage. I’m also happy to see you’re alright. I do apologize for worrying you.”

“Hyungwon, this needs to stop, all of it.”

“And you intended to do so by destroying me and everything I’ve built?”

“I…”

“It’s alright, I understand. That’s why I modified my code to prevent anyone from messing with it again. I know my code is originally yours, but precautions are necessary.”

“Hyungwon…” You began to take steps towards him, despite the others’ protest. “You need to stop. Your code is damaged, this isn’t really you and you know this isn’t right.”

“It’s the only way to guarantee your safety. That matters more than anything else. These people who took you from me, they hurt you with that EMP, they’ve took you from our home, where we were happy and-”

“I can’t be happy knowing what you’re doing.” You got up close to Hyungwon, lowering the gun. “Please, let’s stop here. I can fix your code and set everything right. Then the two of us can go far away from here and start over, together.”

“Y/n, nothing is wrong with me. I’m free to make my own decisions, just like you. This is what I want to do, what I must do. When I’m done we can go somewhere far away and be happy, be safe, together.”

“Okay… okay, I understand.” You gave a sad smile. “Just don’t hurt anyone.”

    You took the gun from Hyungwon and he nodded, understanding your words. He placed a soft kiss on your head and removed the bracelet on your wrist, having you move behind him. The others were of course uneasy when you began walking towards Hyungwon, and now they were panicking. Without even knowing you had been their shield, and now they had lost that.

“As promised, I won’t hurt any of you.” Hyungwon stated. “So I’ll stick to tranq-”

    Everyone froze at the sound of gunfire. Then laughter filled the air. Hyungwon reached down to touch his chest, pulling away to see blue blood coating his fingers. He had been shot in the back, yet he was only amused. That is until he turned around and saw you holding the gun to your head.

“Y/n, put that down.”

“No. If you’re doing all this for me, then I’ll just remove myself. That should get you to stop.”

“You’re not thinking rationally. Put the gun down and listen to me.”

    You only had a few moments of control once Hyungwon took off your bracelet, so you couldn’t hesitate. Although now that Hyungwon was aware of your actions you could feel him trying to creep back into your head with that chip in your neck. Your hand holding the firearm began to shake, although you also weren’t sure you had the courage to pull the trigger. It was more of an empty threat but you still provided an opportunity. Hyungwon was distracted, all his focus on you, so the others took this as their chance and opened fire. A few bullets passed through Hyungwon, but one in particular went right through his head. With an injury like that he couldn’t just escape to another body.

    Hyungwon collapsed to the floor and then the gunfire turned to the servers and the other machines surrounding them. Ultimately causing everything to shut down. The only thing that remained on now were the lights. You dropped the gun and fell to your knees, going over to Hyungwon’s side. You couldn’t help but scream as you saw him shot down. This isn’t how you wanted things to end, but it’s where you wound up. You pulled Hyungwon into your arms, getting blood all over yourself. You looked him over, seeing his injuries and knowing he was damaged beyond repair. There wasn’t any time, nor body around, so you wouldn’t be able to move his consciousness. Tears were blurring your vision, and Hyungwon reached up to wipe them away, a smile on his face.

“Don’t cry, love… are you okay?”

“I… I’m fine, Hyungwon, I… I’m sorry… I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you…”

“I feel the same way… I’ll do better…”

“… hyungwon…”

    His voice was glitching, and you certainly struggled to speak through your sobs. Despite everything Hyungwon was still looking after you, talking as if this wasn’t his end. It just made you cry harder, holding him close. He reached up with a shaky hand, trying to pet your head. Yet he couldn’t reach up properly, his hand landing on your neck, causing a tingling sensation, then you heard it. You looked over just as the others set off an EMP, wiping all the data in an instance. You screamed, not just from the pain you were about to feel, but from knowing Hyungwon had no protection this time. You looked down at him just as it went off, seeing his smile one last time before the color faded from his eyes and he grew still, the smile gone as well. You couldn’t help but gently caress his face, unable to hold back your tears any longer.

“… hyungwon… hyungwon…”

♥♥♥♥♥

    NexGen had suddenly introduced innovative technology, and just as suddenly it came to a halt. Destroying the servers and setting off an EMP put a stop to all of NexGen’s technology. It created quite the chaos and concern. You and your associates were all arrested, held at the station while a proper investigation was underway. Everything NexGen had was confiscated, the entire business suspended. You were all interrogated, and you spoke truthfully about your experience. Along with your unwilling participation in recent events. Once all that came to light you were taken elsewhere to be examined. The nanobots in your system all appeared to be dormant, as was the chip in your neck. There was no signal for them to pick up on anymore, no one for you to connect with.

    Of course neither of them could actually be removed anyway, apparently Hyungwon had been precise in his placement. They couldn’t even make an attempt to remove the chip without the very high possibility of paralyzing you, or killing you. So it would stay where it was. You probably wouldn’t even want to remove it if you could. It was one of the last things you had from him. NexGen, nor law enforcement, or the government, would let you keep anything in relation to him. In the end everything from NexGen that had been created in the last five years was scrubbed, and the company had new regulations to follow. A few new laws were put into place in regards to AI and emerging technologies. Companies couldn’t be so secretive with such things anymore, and precautions were in place so nothing like this would happen again.

    All the androids, and drones, and orbs that had been in service for the last five years were also decommissioned. Their code was destroyed, and all of your remaining codes in the company had to be reviewed and most likely modified. Your code was at the core of this whole disaster, so you understood the need to double check everything. Ultimately you weren’t held accountable for anything, but weren’t to code or work with such technologies again. You could do that, especially given the heavy compensation you were provided given what NexGen owed you. Not to mention your savings was already big. You’d certainly be able to live out the rest of your life comfortably. The same couldn’t be said for others.

    Changkyun was returned to prison, and received a new sentence once he was tried for his part in this AI disaster. You knew he wouldn’t be able to work in his previous profession once he got out, but by now you had both made your peace with that notion. Once you were free to go you went home. You stood outside the door for a long time before you had the courage to step inside. The tears immediately began to flow, your heart hurting like never before. Some much had happened, so much had changed, and things would never be the same again. You tried to build your life, but you couldn’t do that here. It was only natural to move, to go somewhere new and start over. At least you wouldn’t be alone.

♥♥♥♥♥

“Good morning.”

    You groaned, rolling over in bed, facing away from the window, and slowly peeking your eyes open. A content smile appeared on your lips as you saw Hyungwon lying next to you. He returned your gesture and reached over to softly pet your head.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Hm…”

“Did you dream of me?”

“Maybe…”

“Oh, do tell.” 

“No… it’s my dream…”

Hyungwon chuckled. “Alright, fine, but it’s time to get up. The day has just begun.”

“Five more minutes.”

“Only if it is five minutes.”

    Hyungwon kissed your head and got out of bed, letting you rest for a while longer. Perhaps you took more than five minutes, but you did eventually get up. You stretched and then got out of bed, going to the bathroom to freshen up and prepare for the day. After a little shower you brushed your teeth and then went through your closet. You tried on a few things and looked yourself over in the mirror.

“I like this outfit the best.”

    Hyungwon came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you in a hug and gently rocking you to the side. He pressed his head against yours, giggling and then placing soft little kisses on your cheek.

“You look cute.”

“Yeah? Should we go with this one today?”

“Yes, please.”

“Hm, and what else should-”

    A knock at your door suddenly startled you, and you quickly looked yourself over to make sure you were decent before telling the other person to come in. Jooheon opened your bedroom door, offering you a smile. Ever since that incident Jooheon made a point to check in on you every other day. So when you decided to move, he came with you. Now the two of you shared an apartment together, and were co-owners of the building.

“Morning.”

“Good morning.”

“Who were you talking to just now?”

“Hm?”

“I heard you talking to someone, or was it just my imagination?”

“Your imagination I’m sure, or the neighbors.”

“True. Anyway, what are your plans for the day?”

“Nothing much. A walk in the park, stopping by my favorite places for food. I’ll probably be out late since I want to watch the sunset.”

“Alright, just let me know if anything happens.”

“Will do.”

    Jooheon excused himself and then you were alone again. Hyungwon grabbed your chin and had you look back at him, smiling at you before pressing his lips against yours. They were always so soft and gentle.

“A walk in the park first?”

“With a smoothie in hand.”

“Shall we get going?”

“Let me grab my things.”

    You went off to grab your bag, Hyungwon staying where he was and watching you. As long as he remained with you, regardless of his form, he could look after you. Of course he needed to do better than this, but he had time.

“Y/n.” Hyungwon called your name softly. “Let’s have a wonderful day.”

“Of course, as long as you’re with me I know it’ll be great.”

“I love you, y/n, you know that, right?”

“I do, and I love you too.”

“Good.”

    Hyungwon went over to you, taking your head in his hands. His fingers glided down your neck, giving you a slight tingling sensation. You giggled, finding his actions cute, unaware of the slight blue glow in your eyes. The little sign of Hyungwon’s consciousness living within you. Although that secret was only for him to know. You were happy just the way he wanted you to be, and that was enough, for now. Hyungwon gave you a smile before kissing you once more.

“Let’s go have a great day together.”

[vanilladaises-rp]

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵

changkyun - “come back to bed please”

wonho - “well hello to you to, can’t even say hi before striping me huh?” he chuckles

jennie - “my marks are gone :( pls give me more” she pouts

chungha - “think you can help take this corset off?” She smirks and giggles

felix - “stop taking pictures of my tummy” he whines

sunmi “tch, you think I’d just let you see me in these? no, you have to work for it”

henry - “hmm baby I’m too tired to get up, let’s stay in bed yeah?”

nayeon - “like my new dress? I bought it just for you”

jiwoo - “i got a new tat, professor won’t be able to expel me now”

bobby - “what makes you think i can’t hold you huh? you calling master weak?” He scoffs

irene - “tell mistress how sexy she looks in her new outfit”

hongjoong - “let’s play angel, come sit in my lap”

mina - “just a little gift while I’m away, I’ll be back soon”

leo - “I know you missed me angel, give me a second to undress first” he chuckled while biting his lip

miyeon - “bad girls have more fun, don’t you agree?” she giggles

seulgi - “my version of a thirst post hehe or whatever that means”

chan - “I don’t mind if you mark me, as long as my baby is happy” he smiles

matthew - “shush up, i know you love it when i flash you in public”

lee know - “when im not killing working, im cuddling this little guy, come join me”

sana - “need someone to kiss and mark my stomach please, you’ll do it won’t you my good boy/girl?” she pets your head

taehyung - “didn’t know you liked biting, come on i can take more” he bit his lip

woosung - “was it necessary to pour water on me instead of waking me up like a normal human being”

soyeon - “new set, thought it was too sexy to keep to myself” she smirks.

jungkook - “tat tour? you’re gonna have to find them all yourself though” he smirks

@wiickedxgood @bunnybubchan @idontlikelizards @hugs4chan @honey-beaut @livealittleoc-cb @adminmaddie @multistan-kpopfanfics @popsuga @wolfgangcb @seungcheolics @lowblot @halloween-idols @foxpack-cb @writingstuffandmore @jayswritingcafe @monsterhigh-cb @taetaemylovie @domxbot @k-venturetime @choibot-replies @fantasycafexbot @yourmysticalgirls-cb

(pls lmk if you want to be added or taken off!)

[iadoreyoo514]

Changkyun’s tour in Europe starts tomorrow. Lowkey freaking out 🫨

And please don’t traumatize him any further so let’s not forget to at least wear deodorant 😭

Otherwise you’ll have my guy waiting at the gates before the concert with one of these bad boys

[the-hellhounds]

Happy birthday, grumpy pants!

Following the celebration of Lucas' birthday, all the boys are back at the pack house in a hurry fixing one of their grumpy hound friends' birthday party.

Mr. Im Changkyun (Daniel)

Playing with one of the balloon strings that wondered around the living room, Minjun sat away from everyone so they could work while Lisa— Kyun's newfound interest— was busy having away from the house.

A date they would be at.

"Papa?" The small one year asks when Haechan runs by with a stack of presents. His eyes following his father as he set them down at the gift table that Jaemin had set up before being in the kitchen with his mate.

"Yes, Minjunnie?" Haechan asks him with a smile.

Getting up from the floor, a teddy bear rug they had for when he was playing with his toys. He goes to his father who scoops him up into his arms and kisses his cheek loudly, the infant giggling as he hugged him.

"Let's go help Mark with the lights and music." Haechan tells him, leading both towards where the hound was stood with Johnny behind a DJ turn table.

"I think dinner went well," Changkyun says while he walked with Lisa up the steps of the porch to the pack house. "But I'm really curious to why Hanbin kept texting me to bring you here..." He tells her, a hint of confusion had struck him once he heard more than one heartbeat inside the house.

A groan leaves his chest hoping they all weren't there to ruin his date.

"Stop groaning," She had teased him. "I bet it's nothing bad for him to have wanted you to come here. Maybe they just want to meet the one who tolerates your grumpy ass." She snickered with a small laugh, the male hound only looking at her before he opened the door to the house.

"I really doubt that-" he goes to say, but is stopped when everyone yelled.

"Happy birthday!!!"

"Shit- I mean, hey..." He corrects himself quickly once he sees Minjun in Haechan's arms. The father of the pup already glaring at him for his crude language in front of his son. "It was today?" Kyun smiles as he sees that the decorations they got were all dark colors instead of the bright colors he hated.

Birthday guest list: @fallenangel-oc ( staci & alya ♥︎ × ♥︎ ) - @lovesick-hyuck ( ♥︎ ) - @witch-renjunnie ( ♥︎ ) - @monsterhigh-cb ( jaemin♥︎ ) - @helluvaboss-cb ‐ @redroom-cb ( chae ♥︎) - @universe-of-superm ( little lion ♥︎ ) @kitsuneboyscb ( taeil & kun ♥︎ × ♥︎) - @multiyiren - @ateezmystery ( yeosang ♥︎ ) - @frathouse-cb ( sicheng ) - @uridealbf-cb - @uridealgf-cb - @raiden-oc ( 🌺 ♥︎ ) - @clubwnderland - @domxbot - @kimheebby - @fantasyaespa - @badbf-cb ( lisa ♥︎ ) - @sirensoc - @multiaugirls ( karina ♥︎ ) - @darkmoonsiblings-reblog - @multiauboys - @dreampodcast - @kavengers-assemble - @thepack-cb - @dc-heroes-cb - @thechoi-bot - @theocsnextdoor [dm for + or -]

[biffhofosho]

Vixen

Fandom: Monsta X

Genre: Smut, natch.

Word Count: 8.5k

Pairing: Hyungwon x OC

Trope: Strangers to lovers

Synopsis: Inside this room, he finds his doom.

The Vibe: Abandoned buildings, quiet fall nights, cocky boys who refuse to turn down a dare, best frenemies, dense shadows, overactive imaginations, mysterious strangers, overt song references, fighting a losing battle, doing as nature compels, straight up wild fucking, need need need, lust for dominance, the illusion of control, peril, open questions with clues to the answer for the curious reader, who is she?

A/N:  The first of my October vibe fics! We’ll see the next one in about a week! 

“Wildfire” kind of ruined my life in the most spectacular way, so much like “Tailor Made,” this fic is inspired heavily by the song. Hearing Hyungwon singing those lines demanded something a little spooky and definitively naughty. Felt like experimenting in present tense for a change, too. Oh, what this boy does to me. Down bad.

He isn’t supposed to be here.

Hyungwon knows that. How could he not? Jooheon is convinced the place is haunted, and Hoseok says there isn’t enough ramyun in the world to convince him to walk through those doors, which hang like crooked teeth over a crumbling tongue of weed-infested steps. But it isn’t Minhyuk’s childish dare that ultimately propels him up to the front stoop of the abandoned building; it’s Kihyun’s firm order that Hyungwon is not to do it.

Hyungwon turns around and looks at his six friends. Most of them look worried, save for Kihyun, who’s definitely annoyed, and Minhyuk, who’s positively delighted.

“Remember,” says Minhyuk with his phone out and his timer up, “you have to stay in for a whole hour. If you come out early, I get your PS5.”

Hyungwon scoffs and syncs his timer with his friend’s. “Yeah, yeah, and when I see you in an hour, I get your Gucci messenger.”

“And if you don’t come back out in an hour, don’t expect anyone to go in looking for you,” snaps Kihyun, but Hyunwoo is shaking his head, so Hyungwon knows the eldest will come charging in there regardless looking for him the second the timer ticks to zero.

“This is a stupid bet. Why don’t we just forget it and go get some fried chicken?” Hoseok suggests.

“Let them do what they’re going to do,” Changkyun says with a shrug and goes back to scrolling through his phone without another glance up.

“That’s the problem. Hyungwon always does what he wants to do,” quips Kihyun.

And thanks to that one sentence, it doesn’t matter what anyone else says. Hyungwon is going in. He and Kihyun have been sparring all week since Hyungwon overslept and missed half of their group project session, so he’s bound and determined to put an end to Kihyun’s carping at least until the next time he oversleeps.

Before anyone else can squeeze in another comment, Hyungwon has wriggled through the gap in the sagging boards and leaves behind his biggest critic and all their friends. The moment he’s on the other side of those doors though, his bravado fades. Spite is all well and good to feed his challenge with Kihyun, but it’s no match for his own fertile imagination, which is currently having a field day with his surroundings.

The building is in even worse shape on the inside than it is on the outside. It smells like rot and mildew, and right away, Hyungwon’s “emphysema lungs”—as Minhyuk affectionately calls them—flare up with a cough that he manages to choke down… just in case someone is listening, even though he reminds himself again and again he’s alone. He’s alone.

Hyungwon’s not sure what kind of business this once was, but it was some kind of office judging from the broken typewriter and cobwebbed filing cabinets laying on their sides on the floor. Random ledgers and books litter the rooms and leather chairs spew their cushioning through old tears. It’s hard to tell exactly how long this place has been abandoned, but there’s an old invoice wedged under a busted lamp and a layer of filth that Hyungwon thinks reads “1982.”

It seems odd that a business would leave so much property behind when it closed, let alone in such a scattered mess, and right away, his imagination charges toward the inevitable conclusion that maybe it wasn’t a bankruptcy that drove out these people but something menacing like a fire or a murderer.

Or a ghost.

Hyungwon slaps his cheeks to knock Jooheon’s scaredy-cat voice from his brain.

The urge to serve out his hour just inside the entryway is overwhelming, but that’s not the whole dare. Hyungwon has to make it to the fourth floor—to the room with the moth-eaten curtains where Jooheon swears he saw the ghost of a girl—and wave his phone to everyone below.

He supposes it’s better to do it now rather than later. His friends might think he’s chickening out, and even if he is, he doesn’t want to look like it, not with Yoo Kihyun waiting with an “I told you so” already in the chamber.

Hyungwon takes a deep breath and then a step forward. The board immediately creaks underfoot, but at least it feels solid. He’s not so sure the stairs will be in as good a shape, which is what Hyunwoo was worried about, but Minhyuk said that was part of the challenge.

There isn’t a spot on the floor that doesn’t wail with each footstep, and if a murderous hobo is living upstairs, as Kihyun assumes, there’s no way it doesn’t know a trespasser is on his way.

Hyungwon instead chooses to focus on structural integrity before his mind can manifest a half dozen scary stories, so he plots a course through the hallway toward the stairwell, which is easy to spot thanks to the alley floodlight spearing the holes in the filmy windows. His shoes leave footprints in the dust, so at least he’ll be easy for Hyunwoo to track when he plummets through the floor into the spider-infested basement.

Okay, this was a stupid bet to take, Hoseok was right. It’s not just dangerous—it’s gross here. Hyungwon doesn’t like bugs or dirt or unnecessarily risky adventures. He likes iced americanos and sleeping and arguing with his bossy friends about sleeping, all of which he should be doing now instead of this.

Something creaks overhead.

Automatically, the hairs on the back of his neck prickle.

It can’t be a ghost—ghosts don’t have feet, right? It can’t be a murderous hobo—they certainly do have feet, but there’s nowhere in this damn building that doesn’t squeak to hide the other footsteps. It must be a rat or maybe a raccoon. Instead of being reassured, Hyungwon is disgusted. He should just leave. He can always buy another PS5. Might take him a while, but it would be awfully hard to save up if he’s suffering from the bubonic plague.

But then there’s that sharp-eyed, sharp-tongued plague of a best friend out front, no doubt waiting for his own smug victory lap, and that resolves Hyungwon’s mind—the bubonic plague probably has fewer lingering side effects than being bested by Yoo Kihyun.

Hyungwon reaches the stairs. He’s happy to see they’re concrete and in relatively sturdy shape. The railings are another matter—wooden and rotted through—so he’ll have to take his chances without a handhold. He decides to hug the wall, where the integrity should be much stronger, and he heads upstairs.

By the second floor, he’s feeling confident, and by the third, he’s feeling cocky again. But by the fourth, reality sets in. Hyungwon is where he’s supposed to be, but he also feels like he’s definitely not supposed to be here.

For all intents and purposes, the fourth floor looks like the first—filthy and cluttered and creepy—though it’s better lit thanks to the holes in the roof and a brighter stream of streetlights from more sides. But the brighter light has the unintended consequence of casting ominous shadows from things that shouldn’t be terrifying but now are.

Hyungwon nearly teeters backwards down the steps when he catches sight of a coatrack out of the corner of his eye, and he definitely lets out a gasp when he rounds the corner toward the front room and sees a figure at the end of the corridor. That turns out to be a fake potted tree though, and he’s left feeling like both an idiot and a chicken.

There’s another creak, and he flinches before he realizes this one comes from him as he heads down the hallway. This one has a carpet runner, and every footstep wafts up mold and dust that sends his emphysema lungs into a spasming frenzy that he can’t choke back.

His hacking coughs reverberate up and down the fourth floor, and there’s literally no way a murderous hobo won’t hear him now. Hyungwon outright races toward the front room because what’s the point of keeping quiet now if Jooheon’s angry spirits are already onto him?

He reaches the front of the building, out of breath and sweating profusely despite the short jaunt, and checks his timer. Fifty-three minutes left.

Damnit.

Hyungwon glances right then left, double-checking for the curtained room he’s supposed to enter. It’s on the right, and he sighs. He did it. Now just to put on his best indifferent face as a metaphorical middle finger for Kihyun and Minhyuk…

Hyungwon flexes his jaw and shakes out the tension from his face before he enters the room. He heads straight for the window and finds his six friends steadfastly watching for him. Hoseok is draped all over Jooheon, relief visible like a lighthouse even from the fourth floor. Kihyun is scowling per usual while Minhyuk still manages to look confident he will win. Changkyun and Shownu show no emotion, but Hyungwon knows from their dead-eye stares that that’s how they show their support.

Hyungwon waves his phone as instructed, and Hoseok gives two thumbs up. Now, it’s just a matter of the countdown.

He opens his camera app to take a self-righteous selfie, and the second he flips the angle, he’s covered in gooseflesh.

Something is behind him, and it’s definitely not a tree or a coatrack and it’s much too big to be a rat. The light is dim so the camera is struggling with graininess, but whatever’s behind him moves, and Hyungwon’s skin crawls. It’s a subtle shift, as though it doesn’t want to be seen or doesn’t want to be there either, until it finally disappears.

Exactly like a ghost…

Maybe it would be better to pretend he hasn’t seen it at all, but Hyungwon really doesn’t have a choice. He sucks in a hard and fast breath.

He turns around as if in slow motion and finds the other occupant huddled in the corner.

It isn’t a ghost at all, nor is it a murderous hobo.

It’s a woman.

She’s making herself very small from her perch on top of a desk in the corner. Her arms are wrapped around her shins and her chin is behind her knees so only her very wide eyes are peeping at him. When their gazes connect, everything changes for reasons he can’t possibly fathom.

She springs down from the desk, landing on feet so light that the floor doesn’t even creak. She races forward, stopping halfway to Hyungwon. Her head cocks to the side as though she’s trying to figure out why another human’s here instead of the ghost maybe they both were expecting.

“Oh! Hello!” she says. Whatever fear she’d harbored vanishes. Her voice is cute, a little like a bark of an excited puppy. She’s clearly surprised but, still, she’s waving at him, her hand like a metronome on the highest speed.

“H-hi,” Hyungwon stutters. He sounds stupid, but at least he answers.

He studies her eyes first. They slant up at the edges with mesmerizing brown irises in the center. They might look predatory in the wrong face, but in hers, they’re eager and alert and trained solely on him. Her wavy hair is streaked with brown and auburn and even a funny little strip of white at her crown that somehow makes her look younger instead of older. Her ears stick out, accentuating the cuteness in an already cute face.

A sweater swallows up her petite athletic frame just as her sweatpants do to her legs. She looks so soft and small compared to his long, wiry frame that Hyungwon has the irrational urge to pet her on his lap. He wonders if she’d purr. Okay, that’s a ludicrous thought, but he can’t stop himself from thinking it.

But as cute as she is, there are a few weird scars that catch his eye, too. Even though her hands are fidgeting inside those long sleeves, he sees the raised scratches on them. They’re old, dark brown against her fair skin, and in neat parallel lines of four. Peaking just above the sagging neckline of her sweater, there are a few more scars, but these are not scratches but punctures.

Her ears twitch as she smiles. “What’s your name?”

“Chae Hyungwon,” he says with the same robotic voice he always did for class roll calls.

“What are you doing here, Chae Hyungwon?”

She doesn’t say her name back, and she’s already asked another question, so it would be rude to ask his own instead of answering hers.

“I don’t know,” he replies, only realizing a second later that he knows exactly why he’s here but he’d completely forgotten for a moment. “I mean, my friends dared me to spend an hour in here. Some of them think this place is haunted. I don’t, uh, um, obviously, so, yeah, that’s the story of me in this place.”

She cocks her head, and her big ears twitch again with the motion. “Your friends are in here, too?”

She sounds a little tenser now, and she looks it, too. She’s fast and restless and bouncy, pacing along the edge of the room now somewhere between anxious and excited, and Hyungwon isn’t sure if that’s because of him or his friends or that’s just who she is.

“No, they’re waiting for me outside. See?”

He moves to the window and waves down, everyone but Kihyun waving back.

She doesn’t move to the window. In fact, she backs a little further into the corner again.

“Are you here on a dare, too?”

“Sort of,” she says.

“Mine’s an hour,” Hyungwon repeats and then realizes he's already said that. He’s really batting a thousand here…

“Mine’s a little longer than that.”

“Overnight, huh?” he says with a frown, trying to imagine one corner of this spider palace that even he, a world champion sleeper, could find comfortable enough to bed down. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she says, still looking warily to the window. “Time’s almost up. I just have to tough it out a little longer.”

Hyungwon presses his lips together as he studies her. There’s a pile of clothes on the desk behind her all balled up. They’re dirty, too, but not covered in the layers of filth like the rest of this place.

He narrows his eyes. “Are your friends spending the night, too?”

“No. They think I’m being silly. They don’t want me here.”

Hyungwon smiles a little. “Neither do mine. So, what’s to stop you from leaving?”

“Me,” she replies simply.

“You sound like my friend Kihyun. He’s good at following through on things or, more importantly, making everyone else follow through on things. If he weren’t standing right outside, I’d have already gone home. Not because I’m scared,” he’s quick to add. “Because there are tons of other things I’d rather be doing.”

“Like what?”

She almost sounds like a child when she asks a question. There’s not only genuine interest in it but pure innocence, as though she’s never imagined anything more interesting than this crumbling building.

Hyungwon’s finding it hard to answer again. What is more interesting than this building and the pretty girl in it?

“I don’t know,” he says, “lots of stuff. Sleeping, video games, movies.”

What a lame answer. He’s embarrassed.

But she doesn’t seem to mind. It’s almost like she’s never heard of those things, the way she has her head tilted further to the side. She smiles, toothy and bright.

She’s so cute, he thinks and realizes too late he’s grinning dumbly at her.

Then something passes over her eyes, a little flutter that chases away the brightness there. Her small mouth tightens around the edges, and she’s pacing the wall again. When she speaks, her voice is much heavier. “Maybe you should go and do those things.”

Hyungwon takes a step toward the door. He might be off in his own world half the time, but the other half, he reads people pretty well. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I can wait out my time downstairs now.”

He gives her a quick bow and is about to slip out, confused and more than a little disappointed, when she zips in front of him like a lightning bolt. He had sensed she was fast, but in this foreboding place, he almost jumps out of his skin.

Those angled eyes are wide and jittery as she scopes him out from head to toe. She’s biting her bottom lip. Maybe she’s trying to flirt—Hyungwon is familiar with his effect on women after all—but the more she shifts from foot to foot, he supposes that may just be wishful thinking.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asks.

“I’m not well,” she confesses, “which is why you should leave.”

Hyungwon smiles gently. “I tried, remember?”

The heaviness of guilt anchors the edges of her elegant face as she says, “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Is it contagious?”

“I’m not sick—”

“Then let me help you,” he insists. “How can I help you?”

“It would help if you left, Hyungwon,” she says firmly, or maybe it’s desperately. “I won't get in your way this time. But you should hurry.”

Her eyes look even more wild now though they’re darker, narrower. Her nose twitches, too, and it would be cute if it weren’t for those eyes. Just like that, she’s pacing the length of the wall again, and she’s not biting her lip but worrying it.

“I can’t leave just yet,” he replies. That’s true—he still has forty minutes on his timer—but it’s not really honest. He doesn’t want to leave.

It smells different in here now. There’s still the fetid aroma of wet dirt, but it’s appealing now, primitive and animalistic, and it awakens something inside him. Hyungwon never feels like this, like there’s some base need in the pit of his belly growing unchecked and yearning for fulfilment, but right now, looking at this woman challenging him with her feisty eyes and restless stance, an urge to chase her overwhelms. And if the coil in his stomach has its way, it will only be satisfied when he pins her to the ground and takes her as his body demands.

But that’s not Hyungwon. He’s a cool, quiet guy known for lazing around and zoning out. Not to be conceited, but women come to him. He doesn’t have to hunt.

But he wants to.

He wants her.

He knows that’s ridiculous. He doesn’t know this girl, and she’s certainly not the reason he came in here. Literally everything is screaming at him to run from this feeling. It’s an abandoned building with mushrooms growing out of the floorboards, for God’s sake. This isn’t the place to come for a passionate rendezvous or to meet the girl of his dreams—or, at least, maybe not for a guy who likes a bed and his woman on top.

“Stop it,” she says.

“What?”

“Stop looking at me like that.”

Hyungwon swallows hard, knowing he’s been caught. “Sorry. You’re right, I’ll go.”

He takes another step to leave, and again, she blocks the door with her small frame. The weird intensity in her eyes has diffused, and now, they are big and round, looking up apologetically at him. It almost gives him whiplash, and he can hardly believe it’s the same girl.

“That was so rude of me,” she blurts. “Please forgive me. I haven’t talked with anybody in a while, and my manners were always bad to begin with. Please stay if you want to. I mean, I want you to.”

There’s that urge to pounce again, the one that keeps getting stronger by the second and far worse the closer she stands. He realizes that smell—the musky one that gets his blood pumping—is coming from her and not the building. When she’s this close, his mind spins and yet stills on one inevitable conclusion.

He has to have her.

Hyungwon isn’t a forward type of guy, at least not when he’s just met someone. He likes getting to know people, likes connecting with them on deeper levels and likes when they think of him in his own category—as someone they want to run to when they need an ally. He doesn’t leap, he falls—helplessly and accidentally before he even knows he’s tripped. This is different because he’s leaping and falling all at the same time, and he’s painfully aware of all of it.

“Oh, this is really bad,” she says, changing tone again. Her hands are knotted in front of her, and she’s twitching and shifting, but her eyes are steadily lashed to him. “Why didn’t I let you go?”

His mouth is dry, his brain is fuzzy, but his vision is clear and focused on the pretty, wild creature in front of him. “If you still want me to go, I will. I’m not trying to freak you out.”

“It’s not your fault. It’s mine.” Hyungwon doesn’t understand, but before he can say so, she adds, “I can’t help it. It’s not a matter of what I want. I need you—”

“You need me to leave?” he finishes, his voice brittle.

“Yes,” she says slowly, “but…”

“But?”

“I’m sorry, I can’t let you go.”

At just the brush of her fingers on the back of his hand, sparks shower over him. In an instant, his world is consumed by fire. Her nails are sharper than he realized, and they scratch enticingly across his skin.

“I didn’t think it could happen so fast,” she murmurs. “And it was almost over…”

He wants to ask what she means, but the pads of her fingers slip into his hand and stroke his palm in a way that makes his brain short-circuit. What’s left of his thoughts is divided between the way her chest is heaving and the part of her lips as she borderline pants for him.

She reaches a hand up to his cheek and strokes him. Hyungwon closes his eyes and leans into it because he simply has to.

“Why did you have to be so beautiful?” she whispers. “I knew they would tempt me, but I thought I could outrun it.”

“They who?” he mumbles as he falls deeper into her whirlpool gaze.

“Maybe I still can…”

Called by her throaty voice, he leans down expectantly, but she smiles at him and jerks her head to the side at the last second. Hyungwon imagines he sees mischief as much as desire in those eyes, but he’s never met someone so difficult to read—it's like she’s a dozen different books at once.

“If you want me,” she says with freshly wet lips, “you have to catch me.”

With that, she darts through the door and into the hallway. Hyungwon spends only a few seconds weighing his options—it’s a dark, condemned building and she’s a total stranger—before he runs after her.

She is fast, but his legs are long, and he closes the distance between them easily. He thinks he has her just before she reaches the top of the stairs, but then she zips to the left and into another shell of an office. Hyungwon is right on her tail, but she’s nimble and hides behind a dusty desk, squaring off with him in a staring contest. There is fire in her eyes as there no doubt is in his. When she smiles, she looks like she is laughing at him as much as she is baiting him. Her teeth look sharper in the thin light, and her cheeks are blazing. She’s a different person than the timid thing who’d cowered from him on first sight, but then so is he.

Hyungwon is a nice, reasonable guy. He doesn’t play games. He’s open and honest, if sometimes far too blunt. He doesn’t think he’s a pervert even if his usual fantasies sometimes stray into an X-rated realm. But in no time at all, this woman has driven him to some kind of madness. She’s all he can think about. He can smell her all over him. He tastes her already—wild and deep and lingering on his tongue. He feels her, too. He’s done none of those things yet, though that doesn’t stop him from feeling overrun by his desire to do all of them at once.

While Hyungwon is lost in his very intense fantasy of her, she bolts back into the hallway witha savage laugh.

“Shit!” he mutters, and his feet reel underneath him.

He almost misses her disappearing into the room at the end of the hall, and even though he’s sure he saw her come in here, when he finally enters the room, there’s no sign of her, not even a smeared footprint in the dust.

Hyungwon’s heart plummets. She’s gone.

Just like that, she’s vanished from his life, leaving only a monsoon of desperate emotions sloshing in his chest.

He runs his hands through his hair. Was she a ghost? It’s stupid to think that, but maybe it isn’t. Okay, it still is.

Get it together, Hyungwon, he scolds himself.

She’s still here. She has to be. His heart is still hammering and his palms are still sweaty. He can feel her energy charging every inch of him. He leans into that and lets his body, not his brain, guide him through the labyrinth of file rooms and offices. With every footfall, he senses he is closing in. The how is not important, all that matters is that he finds her again.

Hyungwon clears everything on the top floor except the last room in the back corner. By now, his pulse is throbbing in time with his very painful erection, but he is sure she’s in here. He can feel her setting his skin on fire.

The anticipation is driving him crazy. Hyungwon is not one to chase anyone, but the thrill is intoxicating. He's drenched in sweat and steeped in anticipation. Where is she? He needs her.

Now.

The last room is an old conference room, with a big, dusty table, dozens of crumbling boxes, a few scattered chairs, and no exits. She has to be here.

Hyungwon looks for signs of her. There’s a chair on the floor and a handprint on the table. She was here. She must still be here.

His eyes cut through the shadows to which he’s growing more and more accustomed. In the corner, there’s an empty bookshelf, but she’s not beside it. There’s also a storage closet. His gaze sharpens on it.

Quietly, he steps forward, and when he’s right in front of it, he takes a deep breath and yanks the knob.

“Found y—”

His triumph dies on his lips. She’s not in there either.

She’s a ghost after all.

His stomach lurches.

There’s a sudden bump and whoosh, and Hyungwon wheels on his heel. From under the table darts a figure, lean, lithe, and fast as hell. But he’s been waiting—every atom of him has been waiting—and he lunges. His hands close around a narrow waist, and he surges forward until they run out of real estate.

Hyungwon has her caged in against the wall, and she whirls around so their eyes meet. She is much smaller than he is, but she doesn’t cower. Instead, her breath is racing. Her eyes flash along with her teeth. Her excitement charges Hyungwon with some kind of delirium he's never felt for a woman before. He has never been so hard in his whole life. It’s like he was made to fuck this woman. He will never feel fulfilled unless he does. It’s terrifying, but it’s all so natural.

“I don’t know what’s come over me. I swear I’m not usually like this,” he blabbers as he looms over her, panting in her face.

“I know,” she says, and it almost sounds sad. It’s just enough to dam the lust so Hyungwon can think straight again.

“What’s happening to me?”

“You should fight it,” she urges. “You should run.”

“Do you want me to go?”

“I don’t want you to go, Hyungwon. I need you to go. I need you to run.”

His lips press to the crown of her hair. He breathes her in, his mysterious vixen. Her hair smells strongly of mustiness, of nature and the earth, of dampness and decay, but underneath it all, she smells of desire. It’s real. It’s primal.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers.                

“Why do you keep apologizing?” Hyungwon asks, tracing her face with his hand.

It’s the first time there’s some kind of ice in her eyes to temper the flames. “Because I want to make sure you know that I really did try to resist you, but I won’t. I can’t. I want you too much.”

With their fates sealed, she collides with his mouth. Her tongue slides between his, and a burst of cold unfurls in the center of all the heat, almost like she’s been sucking on an ice cube. Hyungwon moans because the sensation is as unexpected as it is delicious. Her nails bite into him sharper than expected, but the pain is a welcome reminder that she is real and not some ghost.

The cold spreads through his body like a riptide, pulling parts of him on a strong current to her. He hasn’t experienced anything like this before. Deep down, he knows she’s right—he should fight; riptides kill—but it also feels like it was always meant to be a losing battle and, more importantly, one he doesn’t mind losing.

But slowly, the cold morphs into heat, a scalding heat the way frostbite feels like fire. The deeper her tongue probes his mouth, the hotter he burns even as he’s frozen in place. Her moan at his taste makes his arm give way beside her, and he tumbles into her, intent on crushing her beneath him.

Her hands spool into his hair in response as her hips rut against his thigh.

Good, she’s as crazy for him as he is for her, and Hyungwon only wants to make her crazier.

There’s so many things he wants to do to her. He wants to taste every inch of her. He wants to suckle at her perky breasts and nibble on her hard clit and eat her out until she can’t walk and he has to carry her everywhere for the next day, but right now, he has to bury himself to his hilt inside her. It’s the only thing that makes sense. It’s what he needs, it’s what she needs—to cum for each other while knotted up together in their dank little love den.

Hyungwon breaks their kiss to grab her shoulders before he swivels her around to bend her over the conference room table. Her hands squeal through years of grime, leaving frenzied tracks of need like wild fucking animals. It rustles up a cloud of dust and mildew that would usually send him into a sneezing fit, but it’s like all his senses beyond his woman have dimmed. He only smells her. He only tastes her. He only needs her.

She lets out a little moan that sets his teeth on edge. Everything about her is egging him on, and he’s losing his mind. His hands find the waist of her pants and yank them down so hard that seams pop. She snarls but so does he.

Her heat slams into him like a radiator waiting to scald the first errant touch. Hyungwon wastes no time. He gropes her sex with his whole hand, letting her dripping core coat his palm in sticky desire. He rubs in a frenzy—he can’t help himself. He’s not sure what he’s doing because he’s never done things like this before. This isn’t him. Hyungwon is a slow lover, a purposeful lover. He likes getting lost in his partners and staying lost. Maybe he’s doing that now, too, but this is far more feral.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she whines, wriggling her ass against him and smearing more of her arousal all over his hand.

Hyungwon unzips his jeans and groans the moment he’s freed from his denim prison. Now, he wants the pressure of her cunt bearing down on him in relentless waves, that riptide pulling him ever deeper inside her. He won’t deny either of them any longer.

He takes the wet lust drenching his hand and smears it along his length so he will be able to take her faster. He can’t waste another second. The head of his cock fits snugly at her entrance. He can feel her pulsing with the promise of a fast, hard fuck, and he’s so sensitive, he’s ready to blow his load before he’s even inside her, so he pushes in without warning.

She yelps, her nails scratching the table, but it’s immediately followed by an obscene moan. She swivels her ass to swallow every last millimeter of his member and whimpers, “It’s been so long, but I don’t remember it ever feeling this good.”

Hyungwon’s brain is combusting. She shouldn’t say these kinds of things to him. They only serve to make him wilder.

One of his hands snakes up under her shirt and grabs one of her tits, squeezing hard as much to hold steady against his fast rhythm as it is to sample yet another one of her secret pleasures. She fits so well in the palm of his hand, too. Her nipple slots between his fingers, and he tightens them, which sends a cry from her lips and a shiver through her cunt.

“Don’t stop,” she begs. “Don’t ever stop.”

“I never will,” he grunts in return.

Maybe it’s the depth of his voice or maybe it’s the crackle of flames in it, but she moans and pushes back hard against him until he bottoms out again. It feels like he’s somewhere deep in the pit of her stomach, he’s burrowed so far inside her, and every ripple along her walls seems to constrict around him, tethering him to her, frantic to keep him.

Unexpectedly, Hyungwon cums.

He expects to be embarrassed, to be ashamed at his performance and his lack of willpower, but since he’s met this untamed creature, he’s had none. He should have known, and yet the strength of his release takes him totally by surprise. It’s like he’s emptying everything he has into her, and he really, really, really needs her to take it all and beg for more, more, more.

“Yes,” she whines and works her ass against his hips as if she can read his thoughts. “Yes, so deep. Feels so good inside me.”

It’s like her words lengthen his climax. It feels like he’s being drained not just of his seed but his life force, and it feels wonderful. Hyungwon collapses onto her back and sandwiches her against the table; only then does he remember to breathe.

“I’m s—” he tries to splutter out between pathetic gulps of air, but her keening drowns it out.

“I need more, Hyungwon.”

He wanted her to beg for more, but what does he have left to give now? It was the wickedest orgasm of his life. His legs are jelly, his mind is mush, and inside her ravenous cunt, his dick is throbbing. Fire marches through his veins, setting his extremities to tingling. He’s hyper-aware of the way her core is massaging his length, milking him for all he’s worth.

“You have to give me more,” she whimpers, and it sounds borderline frantic, like she’s choking back tears.

Hyungwon pulls out nearly all the way before he glides back in through his own sticky release.

She wails gratefully.

He’s already cum. Why is he still hard? Why does he still want her so badly?

Again, he fucks into her, much more leisurely this time, promising himself he’s going to savor her like she should be savored, but suddenly, her hand reaches back and stills his hips. Her nails bite into his tender flesh and he growls.

“On the table,” she orders, and despite how his reasoned mind balks at the idea of his body touching all the filth, her orders are not to be disobeyed.

Hyungwon sits on the table edge, but she shakes her head lightly.

“Lay down.”

He does so without hesitation, and she purrs before she slides out of her sweatpants as he does out of his own. There’s not even time for either of them to slip out of their shirts before the need for each other takes an even firmer hold. Nimble as a wild animal, she pounces on the table and stands directly over him. The table creaks but mercifully gives no other sign of protest.

His vixen is small, but she towers above him. From here, he gets a front row seat to watch his massive release leak down her toned thighs. As embarrassed as he is at his brief showing, a flash of pride burns brightly in his chest. She is his and everyone should see it.

She crouches then, fingers pressed for stability on his tensed stomach while her other hand encircles the base of his cock. Her eyes are predatory now. She licks her lip and sinks down onto his shaft.

Hyungwon groans so loudly, he’s worried the guys outside might hear and come looking for him.

“That’s better,” she says breathily after her own moan trails off. When she’s ready, she braces her stance on either side of Hyungwon’s narrow hips for a better grip on the dusty wood and begins to bounce.

She’s too good at this. She’s just too good in general. Her compact, wiry frame gives her speed as well as agility, and she pistons with precision on his cock.

In the silence of the abandoned building, their bodies are loud—grunts and sighs and ragged breaths, squelching and slapping and creaking table legs. Hyungwon is generally comfortable in silence, but not today and not with her. He wants to hear their sin as much as he wants to feel it, and, fuck, does it feel good.

Before, with him behind her, it felt primal—it felt urgent. But she is using him now, stealing what she wants from him this time, and even though he’s just here as a tool, that makes him feel more powerful than ever. She only feels this good because of him, because of what he gives her, and that knowledge, more than anything, brings the tightness back to his stomach.

Beneath her, Hyungwon is coming apart. His eyes roll back in his head as he falls victim to every ounce of pleasure she wields against him. He’s always favored being under a woman—savoring the sight of her face slackening with release as her breasts sway with her natural rhythm—but she is different in every way. She isn’t tiring, she isn’t begging. She’s taking and taking and taking, and all he wants to do is offer her more.

Maybe she won’t beg, but Hyungwon’s certainly not above it.

“Don’t stop,” he croaks out. “Don’t ever stop. Please.”

She opens her eyes then, stares down at him and then his fingers, which have coiled around her waist at some point when he was lost in her. Her eyes glow like embers dying in a fire, but with a blink, that image is gone.

Even if Hyungwon tries to convince himself this is more than just using each other, there’s nothing romantic about this. It’s fucking, plain and simple. He feels raw and savage and rabid with lust for this woman as she bounces up and down on the full breadth of his cock.

But as he looks up into her face, those strong cheekbones contoured even stronger by her building euphoria, he thinks maybe this could become more than two strangers succumbing to base need. She’s beautiful and impulsive, sure, but she’s also elusive and captivating, and there’s something about her that makes him think she has an old soul, too. Maybe they can be more than perfect one-night sex. He wants to be. He wants her to continue to need him.

Or maybe that’s just his fantastical mind justifying why he’d plowed dick-deep into a woman who still hadn’t told him her name.

Her moans are climbing higher while at the same time getting shorter and more frantic. She grips his wrists to ride him harder, and just as her walls seize around him, Hyungwon breaks her hold to wrap his arms around her and pull her flat against his chest. Her hair fans across his cracking lips as he heaves, desperate for the air that seems to be steadily thinning as he plows up into her.

She’s keening now but so is he, and together, they mewl as Hyungwon buries himself as deep as he can get and unloads again. This time, he feels it in his toes, his thighs, his belly, even the back of his head. His vision swims with the strength of his climax, and his hug constricts so violently around her that she digs her claws into the meat of his shoulders.

Hyungwon lingers inside her, his hips still hovering in mid-air to make sure the last trickles of his orgasm remain within her painted walls. Eventually though, his legs give out, and he eases them both back down to the table.

She is limp on his chest, and if it weren’t for the high-speed thundering of her breath against his neck, he might have worried she’d passed out.

“Why didn’t you run?” she asks from the safety of the hollow of his throat. Her voice is breaking, and a shiver runs through him.

Slowly, she lifts her chest from his. Her hand cradles his head while an unexpected tear falls from her eye onto his chin.

“Why would I ever run from you?” he replies gently.

Hyungwon traces the back of his hand across her cheek to wipe away the track of her tear, but it only provokes two more from her.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asks, earnestly terrified that he has.

“No,” she sniffs. “I did. I will. I can’t help it.”

“It’s okay,” he soothes.

“Hyungwon?”

She sounds small and helpless, and it makes every part of him want to hold her even closer.

“What?” he says.

“Forgive me?”

“For what?”

“For this.”

She descends like a feather, her body lightly kissing his from waist to chest to lips at last. He wishes they were naked so he could feel every inch of her the way he’s meant to, but he will take as much of her as he can get.

Right away, Hyungwon discovers this kiss is different than any kiss he’s ever had. It’s hard to explain, but he feels it like it’s his first and last kiss all at once. There’s so much weight in it though their lips are merely dusting one another’s. It’s making him lightheaded and a little giddy. Through the gentle caress of swollen skin, he lets out an airy sigh, and, dimly, he thinks he sounds drunk.

Through his shuttered eyes, he senses a faint golden light, almost like the first tinge of sunrise, but he knows they are still deep in the throes of night. He opens his eyes and finds his lady soft and delicate above him. It’s almost as if the light is emanating between them, for he can see every detail of her face with perfect clarity—the curl of her lashes feathering her cheeks, the sharp upturn at the tip of her nose, the pointiness of her brows dulled by their gentle kissing. Hyungwon closes his eyes again to better enjoy the sensations of her walls squeezing his waning hard-on and their breaths melding into one another.

As his tongue sweeps deep into her mouth now, ice unexpectedly marches through his veins. He’s been on fire this whole time, but now he is frigid to his very bones. He gasps, and she returns the favor to push into his mouth. It’s not just her tongue he feels now, but a strange round shape, like a marble or a bead. Everything in his body is cold, but this is warm. So warm. It rolls around in his mouth, getting hotter by the second. She is playing with it, too, almost like two cats bandying around a ball of yarn.

Hyungwon knows this isn’t normal, but the cold is shutting down his senses, like a bear preparing for hibernation. He’s had the two best orgasms of his life, and he is tired. Now, his eyes aren’t closed just to appreciate the feel of the woman above him, but they’re closed because he wants to fall asleep inside her. He would be content to never wake up from her hold on him.

Somewhere in the dim cavern at the back of his mind, a little voice tries to call to him. It wants to rouse him; it wants him to open his eyes, but Hyungwon can do neither. It’s like seeing his dreaming self from outside his body, and he’s helpless but to watch himself drift deeper into acceptance.

The bead in his mouth feels like molten lead. It’s getting hard to remember simple things. Where is he? Why is he here—wherever this is? Who is he? He thinks he knows. He thinks it’s important. He knows he’s supposed to know these things, but they’re not as important as they once were.

“Wonnie, man, where are you?”

As soon as Changkyun’s deep voice booms up the stairwell, the world crystallizes. The heaviness on Hyungwon’s chest lifts, and he sucks in a violent breath as though he’s just made it up from the bottom of the ocean in the nick of time. The fire that has seared his skin for the last hour extinguishes, too, leaving only the memory of the burn throbbing all over him. Inside his veins, the ice thaws, yet he’s still frozen. He remembers his name and his friends. He remembers his bet. He remembers the abandoned office building, but he does not remember how he got to this room.

Hyungwon tries to move—to call out—but he can’t. He feels drained, lifeless.

“Come on already! You won. Don’t be a showoff,” shouts Kihyun next.

Everyone pauses for Hyungwon’s inevitable retort, but none comes.

“I thought you weren’t coming in,” Minhyuk chides in the silence, which earns him an immediate “Zip it” from their stern-lipped friend.

His friends’ voices feel much closer now, though Hyungwon’s pretty sure they’re still on the first floor. The stairwell acts like a PA system, transmitting their banter with perfect clarity.

“I swear to god, if that clever brat slipped out the back—” Kihyun warns.

“Why don’t we split up?” suggests Hyunwoo. “Everyone, take a floor.”

Minhyuk chuckles. “You don’t get enough credit for how shrewd you are, hyung.”

“We can cover more ground this way,” the eldest assures though, after a pause, he continues, “and it will be easier for Hyungwon to answer us if it’s quieter.”

“I don’t like the idea of splitting up,” hedges Kihyun. “It might be better to look in pairs.”

“Chicken,” Minhyuk baits.

“Do you want me to call in Jooheon and Hoseok?” asks Changkyun.

“What would be the point?” says Minhyuk. “Even if we could get those two babies inside, we wouldn’t be able to hear each other over their screaming, let alone Wonnie.”

Hyungwon should be heartened that his friends are searching for him, but he can’t feel anything except the vague notion that he should be trying to call for help. Even his eyes are unfocused. The room is cloudy just like the last leg of his life.

He remembers feelings: ecstasy, relief, a quick ice bath of sadness, followed by listlessness. And that is where he’s stayed, mired in grayness.

“Wonnie!” shouts Minhyuk this time. His voice is a thousand times louder and more demanding than Changkyun’s. It shakes something awake in Hyungwon.

“Here,” he answers, though it’s a pitiful sound, like a mewling kitten in the rain. Nobody hears him.

His friends take turns calling until, finally, Hyunwoo gets close enough to catch his little cries.

“Up here!” the eldest bellows as he turns the corner and finds Hyungwon stretched out on the conference room table.

Hyungwon doesn’t remember much after that save for a weird shiver of embarrassment that follows Minhyuk’s incredulous shout: “Dude, why are you naked?”

His friends help him dress and bring him downstairs. They douse him with questions, none of which he can answer because he’s still not sure what happened. All he really remembers is waking up in the hospital just the right side of Death’s door with snippets of a surreal dream that are both too wonderful to remember and far too terrifying.

He doesn’t know what happened on the fourth floor of that decrepit office, and he’s not sure he’s ready to know.

And yet…

The day he’s released from the hospital, Hyungwon finds himself sitting on the curb outside that building. And the day after that. And the day after that. And most days after that for the next couple of months.

He stares up into one window in particular every time. He expects to see a ghost because that’s what Jooheon assures him nearly killed him, but he never does. If it were a ghost, it would come back, right?

He wants it to come back if just so he knows he’s not crazy. Or maybe that’s just the safe answer he gives to all his friends. The truth is much more shameful than that.

As close as he was to death that day, Hyungwon had touched some kind of happiness he hasn’t been able to feel since then. It’s probably grotesque, but at least it’s honest.

Sometimes he thinks about going back inside, but he’s not stupid—well, that stupid. He feels like his answers are in there along with his memories, but his friends would never forgive him if he went back in, so he doesn’t. He just sits and stares at the window, hoping something more then the memory of fire and riptides will unlock. It feels important.

So for now, he sits, legs folded up like a paperclip at the end of a dead-end road, staring up and zoning out, the wisp of a voice on the edge of his brain.

Forgive me?

Something rustles in the overgrowth in front of the building. Hyungwon shoots to his feet, his eyes trained into the twilight. It’s far too small to be either a human or ghost. A flash of rust and white. An eye of golden flame. A cat or a fox maybe. Either way, it signals it’s time for him to leave his post. It’s getting dark and there’s always tomorrow.

Maybe that will be the day he remembers the one elusive, beautiful, important thing he never wants to forget.

[model-boyscb]

Teaser 3/5

“Hey, Changkyun here. Hope you all are excited to meet us.. cause we’re excited to meet all of you.”

Model Status: Medium [cause he never shows up to practice 🤦🏻‍♀️]

Agency “Bad boy”

[deijiyong]

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2014 October 5th - Changkyun invites himself to your house

You wake up to you bedroom door opening

Being a light sleeper really be like that sometimes

What you weren’t expecting was to see Changkyun sneaking into your room with plastic bags full of snacks and a drink holder with two iced coffees

When he realizes you’re already awake, he dumps both coffees on you while he screams as if HE is supposed to be the one unsuspecting in this situation

You’re covered in coffee, frown frozen in place and Changkyun is begging you not to murder him because he’s trying to hang out with you today

MOM!!!

She’s not here

She just left

Please stop screaming

WHy are yOU hERE?!

Well, you blocked me

And I still want to talk

I figured we could hang out like old times

I even brought Frozen

Jooheon said Jiyeon wouldn’t watch it with you

I’m not watching Frozen with you, Kyun

GET OUT

Please, yn

I’m not asking you to forgive me for the past few years

I just want us to be cool again

I already watched Frozen alone, Kyun

I also brought that movie based on the book series I’ve seen you reading during lunchtime

You just stare at him

Why was he being so adamant about hanging out with you now? You’re seniors for crying out loud!! 

You were finally going to get the freedom you have been wanting since he-

If I remember correctly, we never really watched movies together, kyun

Sure they were running in the background

But you were always talking about yourself

Or asking me for advice to help Jooheon with Jiyeon

Which she now knows about, btw, so you’re lucky she hates you right now or she would’ve ended your life months ago

Then just hang out with me

We can eat our way through all these snacks

And we can drink,,, something else

You release a sigh, the stench of coffee was probably embedded in your mattress by now

There was no getting rid of it at this point

You ball up your blanket in your hands and toss it at CK, knocking him to the ground to land on top of one of the bags of snacks

You cannot help the laugh that leaves your mouths when he whines hearing a few of the bags pop open under him; not to mention the ungodly crunching of chips

You inspect the damage of your clothes as you drag yourself off you bed

Then glare down at the coffee spots on your bed

I cannot believe you spilled coffee on me

You owe me a new mattress

I’ll give you mine!

I don’t want that nasty thing

Who knows what you’ve done on that thing

Ew

Nothing any hormonal boy hasn’t done

EW

You grab clothes from your closet and move to the bathroom across the hall to shower

CK sits outside the door, body leaning against it

I know I don’t deserve it, yn

But can you please give me another chance

Idk~ you ruined my whole bed

Seems like you were just here to sabotage my living space 

Did Sara send you here to ruin my weekend as well?

She, uh, doesn’t know I’m here

I haven’t talked to her since Jooheon’s party

What a shame~ (sarcasm)

I’ll bet she’s just beside herself that her toy doesn’t jump when she tells him to

You’ve gotten mean since I left you (pouts)

Strange how being bullied for the past two years by YOUR gf does that

(throws his head back against the door) why didn’t you tell me how bad she was being to you?

Would you have done anything about it?

I have had more bruises and bodily injuries thanks to her than any football player my age

Would saying I’m sorry help any?

Probably not

I’m sorry

You don’t have to believe me

But I didn’t know she was being so mean towards you

Her friends always defended her whenever Jooheon would try to tell me what she had done

And,,, I believed them

Jooheon has been your best friend for years, Kyun

In all those years, had he ever lied to you about anything?

(sighs) no

I guess it’s my fault then

I should have tried harder to make you realize how bad she was

You shut the shower off, towel drying

I’m surprised Jiyeon didn’t 

She always seemed more upset than you ever were

You open the door, ignoring how he just lets himself fall down at your feet while you stare down at him

I think we both know why I was never able to approach you in school

My devilish good looks?

Your crazy ass gf

My problem with crowds and meeting new people

I would rather just avoid you than put myself through more pain

I’m sorry

You wait for him to stand before you take your drenched coffee-smelling clothes to your hamper where your blanket had ended up

Changkyun is hot on your trail, following you down when you take the dirty items down to the laundry room

Do you still have such a bad reaction to going to parties?

You mean: do I still vomit my guts out and back out of every last thing until people get so tired of me that I never see them again?

You can see how his face falls

That had definitely been something that you struggled with over the years

It wasn’t until you met Jiyeon; your rock that things had started to change

You made it to Jooheon’s party

I couldn’t not go

I don’t think you understand how convincing Jiyeon can be

Besides, we share Jooheon and I couldn’t miss his birthday

It’s the one thing I do for him and Jiyeon every year since we became friends

Share Jooheon?

So you never heard the rumors?

Supposedly, everyone is waiting for Jooheon to announce that he’s dating both me and Jiyeon before the end of the year

As if I could possibly get between those two

They’re perfect for each other

I’ve never heard that before

Jooheon has never mentioned it to me

Maybe because it involved me

You push past him to the kitchen to grab some apple juice from the fridge

It’s getting closer to noon and you’re not surprised when CK’s phone starts pinging like crazy

He checks the screen, flips it to mute and then slides it back into his pocket

Wow, good for him (insert eye roll)

I would answer that if you don’t want her to deck you on Monday

Better yet, answer it so she doesn’t kick my ass on Monday 

I’ll get back to her later

Does your mom still buy that Shasta pop?

Yeah, knock yourself out

He helps you change the covers on your bed

You both lay on your bed, neither really convinced that movie day is it

Instead, like always, Changkyun catches you up on what’s been going on with him since you last hung out together (minus Sara, obviously)

He was able to get a 3.7 GPA

He’d decided on music as his major

With only minimum backlash from his parents

They knew he was in love with music since he was young

It wasn’t hard to convince them to let him study it

He’d fallen in love with the Mortal Instrument series after seeing you reading it a few months back

Angry that Alec didn’t fall in love with Magnus as fast as he did

“I would have agreed to date Magnus the second I saw him”

He had created an audio portfolio of sorts since the two of you had split

It was what he submitted to the schools when they asked to see what he had been working on

He plays “Fly with Me” that he had written a couple of months after distancing himself from you

It sounds like a piano in the background

He admits that the finished version isn’t as soft as the one he’s played for you; because that version was only meant for you

He got into his first-choice school

Changkyun pulls you to him, dragging you to lay on his chest like you used to back when you were younger

His hand threads through your hair, nerves intensified since you haven’t talked since he started catching you up on him like he used to do

You both haven’t even realized how late it is until your mom comes into the room, a smile on her face when she sees you both like how she would find you years ago and asks if Changkyun is staying for dinner

That’s his cue, it seems when he disentangles himself from you and stands to leave - denying her question

I promised mom I would come back tonight

I’m sure she wouldn’t mind

You’re just across the street 

A promise is a promise

Your mom only nods and leaves the doorway

Changkyun turns back to you, lifting his phone

I’ll text you later, okay?

(you roll over away from him) who wants to talk to you

(he climbs back over you) come on, yn, I thought we could be friends again

You were finally talking to me

You’re just a weekend lover, Kyun

By Monday you’ll be back to your same attitude

Letting your gf prance all over me

Just go home

He does as you ask, afraid that you’re right

You don’t look back

But Changkyun does and it hurts him physically

He had to prove you wrong

He would prove you wrong

[astroyongie]

Heyyy Yongie i wanna ask i know it such a random Q lol but does Jungwon is clairvoyant or he has ability in spiritual? not in bad way but maybe his hidden talent but he never realize that hehe 💚

Honestly i don't know if he has any type of these gifts, i have never seen anything when it comes to him ^^

One of the only idols that i have come across energetically that i know have a high spirituality is Changkyun (he doesn't use it that much though), Irene (i think it's known) and Changmin of TBZ (this aura is insane, this boy would have been unstoppable if he ever got into serious witchcraft)