#hyunghyuk fanfics

[hyunghyukhourly]

Hyunghyuk

[uh0paque]

Hi everyone!!

I’m Opie. I write fanfic. Eventually I’ll write other stuff but for now I gotta stick with writing The Gay Shit. If you’re a Monsta X fic reader, you might recognize me as the writer of The Songbird of Hound and Honey, Flicker, or Blood Runs Cold! Who knows. Maybe I’m flattering myself.

Anyways, I wanna make some more monbebe friends, especially if they’re also fic writers or just adore the boys (ot7, ofc). Chat w me if you’d like, I promise I don’t bite!

(uh0paque on TikTok and Wattpad, 0paque on Ao3)

[itsalljustangst]

Might do a hyunghyuk challenge. How many hyunghyuk fics do you want? What trope?

[measuringwords]

Hyungwon Chae

House. Ravenclaw.

24 years old 

Both parents are widzars. Have a proliferous business of fabric trading. 

Born clarivoyant. 

Took all the courses related to "the readings", Adivination was his favorite, Aritmancy, Ancient runes. By the time of his graduation from Hogwarts he was already known for his natural skills as a reader. 

Went to Uagado widzarding school for a year course of Aritmancy (his graduated upper classmate Shin Hoseok kindly suggested it after he took one year of transfiguration in said school)

Hyungwon is dedicated to his clarivoyant abilities, practicing them to perfection, it could be called an obsession if not extreme dedication. He can read the tea leaves, the runes, also aritmancy seems the easiest of all his reading ways; the tarot cards were new to him until they weren't and now the cards seem to talk to him. He also has premonitory dreams which can repeat in short periods of time and change according to the circustances. Last but not least, he can also see auras, is the last type of reading he does and he rathers not do it unless necessary, auras he deems too personal and too honest.

His mother organizes weekly tea parties where Hyungwon takes a moment with some of her friends and their daughters; they're very willing to pay kind sums of money for an accurate reading, also their daughters like to spend their time and money on him.

Was offered the position of Adivination teacher four years  after his graduation but he rejected it. He prefers keeping his knowledge to himself and using it for his own benefit, he's a consultan seer, rather works by himself and not be tied by laws.

[sakurachae]

i know i haven’t been online in a while but i just wanted to let y’all know about my ongoing chaptered fic: SUPERHERO LOVE STORY

as the title says, obviously, it’s a love story involving superheroes (and villains, and a certain doctor chae)

+ kihyunghyuk: kh / mh / hw

+ superhero minhyuk, superhero kihyun, doctor hyungwon

here’s the synopsis:

“Ever since the big showdown with Centauri, Minhyuk has not gotten a break. He's a high-profile Super now, and apparently that means he has to be under government control.

It also means he has to deal with his childhood hero, Gravity, treating him like he's trouble.

(It also means he has to work with Doctor Chae, the handsome genius who immediately takes a liking to him.)

The lesson? Never meet your heroes.”

currently there are 5 chapters up (the 5th one was just posted tonight!) so i hope y’all check it out and maybe leave some kudos/ comments?

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[Fulfilled] Give Me A Date(One No One Can Bother Us)

Prompt: Hyunghyuk + canon complaint - attempt secret date w/out members knowing but get caught? + fluff! 

Fulfilled by @thedarkbluemoon ! Thank you so much! <3

Words: 3,928

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It’s a cold day. It’s not that harsh colds where you feel like you will freeze and your bones will shatter like ice. No it’s not like that but it’s enough to make yourself want to hide under the blankets and sleep all day. And that’s what Hyungwon is doing at the moment. At least the members think like that’s what he is doing but actually he is hiding under the blankets and acts like he is sleeping.

He hears someone opening the room’s door and holds his breath to prevent any sound to be heard. He doesn’t want anyone to realise he is awake.

“Ahh where is my headphone?” Hyungwon hears Jooheon’s voice and from the tone he can imagine the pout on the younger’s face. He never goes anywhere without his yellow headphones and Hyungwon remembers he saw them on Shownu’s bed, the one near the window side. He wants to say where they are but no he can’t say anything.

“Where are they?”

On Shownu’s bed.

“I don’t want to go without them.”

They are on Shownu’s bed Jooheon.

“Ah!! They are on hyung’s bed.”

Thank God.

Hyungwon hears some shuffle and footsteps going away. The door closes and Hyungwon waits until he hears the outdoor close then let’s out a relieved sigh. He grins to himself and gets up from the bed in a hurry. He goes to the closet and opens it to choose an outfit to wear. He looks through them one by one. He wants to look fancy but casual and there is too many options. Some of them are gifts from fans, some he bought himself and there are a few special shirts and hoodies gifted him by his love, Minhyuk. Eventually he grabs the dark red sweatshirt- Minhyuk gifted him on his last birthday and picks a black jeans to match with it. He quickly puts them on and before he leaves the house he remembers to put a mask on to prevent anyone recognise him.

Being an idol has many benefits but at times like this, it’s uncomfortable. He can’t go on dates as freely as he wants because someone can recognise him and that can cause a damage to his his job. Their career is climbing the stairs one by one. He won’t only set himself back but there are other six people he can effect. And preventing anything bad to happen is something Minhyuk and Hyungwon both agreed on. They can’t let anyone lose their everything because of themselves.

Thinking about Minhyuk, Hyungwon really misses him a lot. They can’t go on dates lately because of their tight schedule. Yes they are together all the time but they are not really together. During the day they are busy with things like photo shoots, mv shoots, teaser concepts, recording. And they can’t see each other at night too. Hyungwon considers himself lucky if he can steal more than three kisses before they go to sleep because Kihyun is too edgy during comeback times and he gets extra annoying. Actually Hyungwon knows that shark is just trying to make his friends sleep more because he know they have a lot of things to do but still he gets upset when Kihyun doesn’t let them stay together at night, knowing they will talk all night or just kiss and flirt.

So basically they miss each other so much lately and had no chance to steal some time to themselves until today. Because thank to the entity above, Lunar New Year holiday has come and it’s a perfect chance for Minhyuk and Hyungwon to go on a date. When company said they can have 2 days off for the holiday Hyungwon’s eyes shined and really held himself not to dance around.

Of course Minhyuk carefully planned everything before days. They texted, whispered to each other during shoots about what to do and slipped notes into the other’s pockets to notify the other. The weather said there will be rain so they decided to go to a mall and spend some time there. It’s the mall they went before on Christmas but Jooheon was with them so it’s not exactly a date if you have a 24 year old red haired kid tailing you around and asking you to buy ice cream to him.

This time there is no one to bother them. Everybody has a plan for holiday.

Shownu and Wonho will be at their home, Kihyun will take Changkyun to his home since Changkyun’s parents are out of the country for some conference. Jooheon will meet with his friends so nobody will be at home for a day.

Minhyuk said he will go to Gwangju for no one to suspect him and left the dorm early to get tickets for a movie they wished to go over a month and Hyungwon said his parents are busy with their travelling agency so he won’t be going home.

So it’s really a perfect chance for them to go out on a date-movie and dinner- and then they can have house to themselves.

In twenty minutes Hyungwon arrives to their meeting spot which it’s the cinema and finds the elder sitting in a corner with a big popcorn and two cokes in his hands. He wears the black sweatshirt with pizza slice on it’s front-Hyungwon’s gift and black jeans. He looks so effortlessly handsome and Hyungwon can feel his heart is getting bigger.

“Hey.” Hyungwon sits next to him, slipping his hands into the elder’s and even behind the mask he can see Minhyuk is smiling. His newly dyed dark brown hairs are falling to his eyes but he doesn’t seem like he is bothered.

“Hey handsome.” Minhyuk leans his head on Hyungwon’s shoulder and lifts before anyone can see.

“The movie is about to start.” Hyungwon gets up when he hears the announcement and takes the food Minhyuk is holding.

They get in and sit on their seats. It’s a little back but it doesn’t matter. The saloon is empty because the movie debuted more than a month ago so it’s not that popular anymore. Actually it’s good for them because Hyungwon can throw his arm around the elder and Minhyuk can lean on his shoulder while they watch movie. They don’t have to be scared of someone seeing them when they hold hands or steal small kisses whenever they feel like it. Minhyuk can hide his face into Hyungwon’s shirt when he feels sad or scared and Hyungwon can pull him more close. Basically last screening are the perfect times to see a movie.

Hyungwon sits and Minhyuk pulls his legs under himself, leaning on Hyungwon as he always does and they watch the movie in peace.

“It was a heartbreaking story. I don’t like sad endings.” Minhyuk says as they leave the theatre. He swings his hand between them like a little kid and Hyungwon knows he is being childish.

“They dismanteled the car because it was killing people Minhyuk.”

“Yeah, it was a nice car. A lot of power engine.”

The elder pouts and Hyungwon shakes his head smiling. He places a kiss on Minhyuk’s temple. He is upset because they broke a car and burned it because it was possessed by some spirit, not because it killed 3 people. That’s how Minhyuk is, weird in the best way.

“So what are we gonna do next?” He knocks his head to his lovers.

“Now I will beat your ass.” Minhyuk lifts his eyebrows in a playful way and leads the way to the arcade.

“You know I’m good at this game so I will have no mercy on you just because you are my boyfriend.” Hyungwon says cracking his fingers. He grabs the wheel tight and throws a smirk at the elder next to him in a daring way.

“Is that so? Bring it on baby.” Minhyuk winks and they start to race. Hyungwon gets all the coins and some power items as Minhyuk is going far ahead of him but at some point Minhyuk’s car crash and Hyungwon goes ahead of him. Minhyuk catches up and they race all the way. It’s a close game and Minhyuk almost wins if he didn’t get hit by a bomb Hyungwon left on the road.

“And that’s why you still don’t have a driver’s license.” Hyungwon gets up laughing and pinches the elder’s face who looks annoyed.

“Yeah whatever. Let’s shoot some arrows.” Minhyuk moves away and Hyungwon resist the urge in him to kiss the puppy.

Hyungwon plays arrows with Minhyuk and of course Minhyuk wins. He is not Ten Ten Ten Prince for nothing after all. And it’s okay for Hyungwon because seeing his lover smiling is already a prize for him.

“Okay sweetheart you can do this.” Minhyuk says as he massages Hyungwon’s shoulders. “All those innocent people’s lifes are in your hand.” Hyungwon shakes his head.

“I know. I have to save them.” Hyungwon looks at his lover from over his shoulder and Minhyuk stops, grasping his shoulders.

“It’s a big responsibility. I know it’s hard but you came through No Mercy. This is a child play for you.” Minhyuk nods eagerly and Hyungwon nods back.

“Okay.”

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

And Minhyuk pushes the green play button on the big machine as Hyungwon takes his position. He adjust the gun as all the zombies start to run to him and he brings them one by one.

“Come on baby, you can do it!”

“They are too strong. I don’t have enough ammo!!”

“Grab it from Simon, he is dead anyway.”

“Ouch, that hurts. So you will leave me if we have a zombie apocalypse one day?”

“Bad times needs worse decisions Won.”

“OH MY GOD SIMON BITE ME!”

“Go to the hospital GO TO THE HOSPITAL!!

“I have to save that baby.”

“That kid is a zombie. SHOOT HIM WON!!”

“I can’t do that. IT’S A KID!”

“SHE WILL KILL YOU!”

“NO!!”

“SHOOT HER DAMN IT!!”

“I CAN’T!”

“OH MY GOD SHE IS JUMPING ON YOU!”

And Hyungwon dies. Miserably.

“I couldn’t shoot her.” He turns and hugs the elder’s torso. He is sitting and Minhyuk is standing so he can place his head to the other’s belly.

Minhyuk caresses his head with a sigh. He is disappointed but there is nothing they can do.

“Well as I said, bad times worse decisions.” He hugs the younger for a few minutes knowing that nobody is around and the lights are low but when he sees a staff he breaks the embrace and gets the younger on his feet by pulling him up.

“Come on I wanna try that one!” Minhyuk says and pulls Hyungwon to one of that insert coin-try to grab plushie but fail repeatedly machines. Minhyuk wants the pikachu at the corner since they come to the arcade so he tries to get it and spends almost all of their coins in vain.

“Let me try.” Hyungwon pinches Minhyuk’s side who is upset because he tried so hard but couldn’t manage to get anything let alone pikachu.

Hyungwon tries and tries and he starts to get annoyed too but acts like nothing is happening. He insert the last coin and a miracle! He captures the pikachu. He slowly moves the plushie and manages to throw it into the hole. Minhyuk yells in happiness and jumps on him when he pulls out the plushie with a big smile.

“My hero! My one and only!! Thank you! Thank you thank you!!” Minhyuk hugs him almost crushing his bones but Hyungwon is okay and he is used to this extreme affection.

When Minhyuk finally breaks the hug, he slowly bows before him and present the pikachu like it’s a treasure box filled with gold and diamonds. Minhyuk giggles and takes the plushie, pressing it into his chest with a dazzling smile.

It’s late when they leave the arcade and there are a few people around so they can be more comfortable. They go to eat pizza and talk about anything as they bite the slices but they never leave the other’s hand they are holding under the table.

After dinner Minhyuk wants to eat something sweet like he always does. Hyungwon doesn’t eat much but Minhyuk eats a lot and somehow it’s never enough. Sometimes he eats more than Wonho and Shownu in combine but he doesn’t gain weight so that allows him to eat anything anytime.

It’s winter but the mall is warm so Hyungwon agrees when Minhyuk ask if they can have banana split.

The waiter brings the desert and it’s a big portion because Minhyuk wanted it to be extra double. He happily dives his spoon and takes a big part, shoving it into his mouth.

“This is heaven Hyungwon.”

“You are heaven.”

Minhyuk almost chokes on the comment. Hyungwon pats his back as he coughs and laughs at his expression.

“Ya! I was almost dying and seeing the heaven with my eyes. Stop being cheesy.” He says but Hyungwon can see the blush creeping on his cheeks.

“Okay okay.” He laughs and they talk about other things as they eat their desert. Like how much Minhyuk loves Hyungwon's white hair and it looks like snow or how Jooheon thinks about changing his name for people to memorize it more quickly or how some main vocal maybe whipped for a certain maknae who looks clueless but knows everything.

“I don’t think Kihyun will do that.” Hyungwon comments when it’s about a show they will join. Minhyuk brings his spoon to his mouth.

“And you know if the next album—“

Hyungwon looks up when Minhyuk stops talking because it’s something very unusual and sees the elder’s eyes are open wide. He looks like he saw a ghost dancing behind Hyungwon, the little spoon is next to his lips and his mouth is slightly open. Hyungwon turns behind and sees five pair of eyes are looking back at him with mischievous smiles on their faces. He doesn’t have to be a genius to recognise is members and although he doesn’t see himself but Hyungwon can bet his face mirrors Minhyuk’s expression.

The members pull chairs around their table and sit without asking- it’s not like they need to ask but the situation is a bit absurd. Changkyun shakes his head and giggles, showing Hyungwon’s face to Jooheon and Wonho grabs the spoon in Minhyuk’s hand, diving it into the banana split on the table. He takes a big portion of strawberry ice cream and eats it, humming and saying it’s delicious while Minhyuk’s hand stays still in the air, frozen.

“Ya.” Kihyun pokes his white haired friend. It’s obvious that he is trying to hold his laugh but incredibly fails because his eyes are all cresent and his ears are red. “Why are you looking so surprised?”

Hyungwon puts down his own spoon- only for Shownu to grab it and join Wonho.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost hyung.” Jooheon says and pats Changkyun’s shoulder as they laugh.

Hyungwon feels stupid because something is going on and he has no idea what it is.

“What are you guys doing here?” He asks when the first shoke wave cools down.

“We come to join you.” Wonho replies, his mouth is full with banana.

“You come here to do what?” Minhyuk says loudly but Kihyun covers his mouth shushing him.

“Hey be careful. It maybe late but someone can recognise us.”

Minhyuk swats his hand away with his adorable angry eyes. As much as he is annoyed Kihyun is right, so Hyungwon nods his head for Minhyuk to cool down. It’s bad for them to have a scene out in a mall, a public place where anyone can see them just when their comeback is around the corner. Minhyuk’s pout returns and Hyungwon wants to reach out and kiss his cheek for him to feel better but he can’t do that. One they are sitting at the restaurant area and two their members are at present.

“How did you know we are here?” Hyungwon asks and Shownu straightens up, shows his hand his blue jeans’ pocket and pulls out a small paper.

“What is that?” Hyungwoon looks at the small paper their leader is holding. Shownu doesn’t say anything just shakes his shoulders. Minhyuk slightly gets up reaching and grabbing the paper and he frowns when he reads the writings.

“It’s one of my notes.” He says and Hyungwon understands it’s one of the notes Minhyuk likes to leave into his jackets, pants, drawers for the last a few days.

“Minhyuk slipped this into my Monsta X jacket’s pocket. I think he thought it was yours.” Shownu giggles like he saw them kissing.

“It was dark.” Minhyuk whines closing his eyes and patting his legs on floor slowly. He curses himself in his mind for being so stupid. He should have checked before he leave the room but he was too careful not to make any sound so it didn’t occured to him that he might put the note into the wrong pocket.

“I ruined our date.” Minhyuk’s lips twitch as he is about to cry. Hyungwon reaches under the table and holds his hand, brushing his knuckles with his fingers to comfort the elder and it looks like it’s working because Minhyuk looks at him and Hyungwon smiles.

It’s okay, he mouths and Minhyuk nods despite his lips are pursed.

“Since we all are here let’s have some fun together.” Wonho says dropping the spoon because he and Shownu ate all the desert.

“Let’s go!”

They all get up pulling Hyungwon and Minhyuk with them and go back to the play area Minhyuk and Hyungwon left an hour ago.

“You already won a pikachu sir, do you want more?” The employee asks and Minhyuk hugs the Pikachu plushie in his arms more. Hyungwon’s ears are burning, he feels emberassed so he just nods.

They go in and start to play anything they want. Shownu wants to play basketball and pulls Hyungwon and Wonho next to him. Minhyuk, Kihyun and Jooheon play pacman. It’s been a while since they start to play and Changkyun comes back running inside.

“Hey guys!!”

They all look at him with a surprised look on their faces except Kihyun who continues to play and scores at the last minute, winning the game.

“I won.” He smiles proudly.

“Where were you?” Wonho ignores Kihyun who just beat him, looking at Changkyun and asking him with big round eyes because nobody noticed Changkyun was gone. He is like a little cat if you ask Minhyuk. If you don’t look he just vanish and come back whenever he likes.

“He was looking around.” Kihyun replies patting the younger’s head who blushes but tries to hide it behind his smile. Kihyun always keeps an eye on the young boy and that is something Minhyuk would like to talk with him, later.

“There is an ice skating ring at the first floor!! Minhyuk hyung you skate so well, let’s go and skate! Please?” Changkyun asks with big puppy eyes that no one can resist and pulls Minhyuk’s arm jumping in his place. Minhyuk wants to protest but younger looks so excited and since their date is not just their date anymore he just nods, throwing apologetic looks to Hyungwon who shakes his head to assure the elder it’s okay for him to go.

Minhyuk goes to skate with Changkyun and Hyungwon continues to play games with Kihyun and Jooheon. Shownu and Wonho sits after a while, having some chat about the next album until the others are done and they all leave to go to the dorm.

Everybody have smile on their faces on the way back. They are happy because they had a great a few hours which it’s not something they can do lately. Minhyuk is smiling too, he always loves to spend time with his friends but he feels a little sad today because he couldn’t have the date he wished for himself and Hyungwon.

When they reach the dorm Minhyuk mutters a good night to everyone, going straight to his room changing really fast and buries himself in his blankets. He hugs his pikachu and pouts until he hears a knock on the door which he ignores. He doesn’t want to talk with anyone but the door opens and closes slowly. He hears a few pats and someone lifts the blankets, curls next to him and wraps his arms around Minhyuk who doesn’t move to look at the person because he knows the owner of the arms the moment he opened the door.

“Hey.” Hyungwon kisses his neck a few times to make elder say something to him. When he doesn’t get response he turns the elder towards him with a little bit force because they are lying on the bed and it’s hard to move someone if they don’t want to move.

Minhyuk still doesn’t look at him so Hyungwon kisses his forehead this time.

“Hey what’s wrong?” He brushes brown hair strands away. Minhyuk looks sad and guilty as he expected.

“I’m sorry Won. I ruined our date.” Hyungwon knows he would hear these words from the elder. Yes he could be extra careful but it’s okay because he had a great day and he wouldn’t change it for anything.

“No baby, you didn’t do anything. I had fun today.” Hyungwon says as he rocks Minhyuk a little for him to look up and he does. “Not even those idiots can upset me because this day was amazing.”

Minhyuk looks at him for a moment then smiles and that’s all Hyungwon ever wants. He hugs his lover tightly, Minhyuk buries his face to Hyungwon’s neck. They can have many dates in the future, it’s okay. They may have going through some tough times but they are together for years and they are still looking at each other with the same amount of affection and that’s what matters.

Hyungwon slowly moves his hand up and down as s silence falls between them and he almost falls a sleep.

“Thank you.”

“Always.” He kisses Minhyuk’s temple.

“By the way what are you doing here? Changkyun can come any minute and I bet Kihyun will start yelling if he sees us together.” Minhyuk says but he holds Hyungwon more tight and younger knows he doesn’t want to let go.

“Changkyunnie said he will be sleeping with Kihyun to keep him away from us so I can come here.”

“Aww Changkyunnie is so sweet.”

“He also said it was his idea to come join our date.”

“I will kill that wolf looking satan.”

Hyungwon giggles at Minhyuk’s angry expression because he doesn’t look angry actually. At least not to Hyungwon. He just looks cute and more handsome to his eyes.

“I love you so much.” He whispers.

“I know.”

Minhyuk presses his lips to Hyungwon’s and takes pleasure from the cherry taste. They are soft and sweet, one of the great futures Hyungwon has.

“I love your lips.”

“I know.”

Hyungwon pecks Minhyuk’s cheek and the slight pink tone on the soft skin pleases him. He envelops the older with his embrace.

It’s nice.

Being together and feeling each other is nice.

Minhyuk is nice.

“I love you too.

“I love your lips too.”

Minhyuk giggles kissing Hyungwon’s neck and then he gets comfortable in the younger’s arms.

They fall asleep with smile on their faces and this is the best way to end a date.

[yoongizzzedits]

[ppprimary25]

More fanart for @plastic--hearts‘ fic :)

check it out, its soft af https://archiveofourown.org/works/16168391

Hyunghyuk ain’t something I even shipped before this fanfic, but I’m on board! (a little birdy told me there are gonna be more fics in this AU !!! (I’m the birdy I help edit these shhhh)) 

[ashes-to-lynx]

Is it really a texting AU if it isn’t simultaneously a college AU and a coffee shop AU?

[ssadreamer]

[hyunghyukhourly]

Hyunghyuk being Very couple-y and cute

[itsalljustangst]

Some Hyunghyuk might be coming soon 👀

[measuringwords]

Sunlight’s Butterfly

Sunlight’s Butterfly

Souls are like butterflies seeking for the burning light that is life.

There was no doubt, and he knew as much, but still just to be sure he consulted the cards. His own deck was neatly arranged on the three legged table. Every night he shuffled the cards and prepared them for a fast reading when he needed it. With a dainty hand Hyungwon lifted the card on top and set it facing up next to the deck, the sun smiled at him sharp and bright, with golden locks and dark brown eyes

[euphoricsunflowers]

drowning in your scent — chae hyungwon

a/n: ajshdhs this this officially the longest fic on my blog by a whole lot (i think the only thing that comes somewhat close is queen’s whore at like 3.1k sheesh) so in the spirit of that! please give this fic a lot of love!!

word count: 4.7k

content: goddess au, sub!hyungwon, dom!fem!reader, the sex scene involves kissing, lip biting, neck kisses, and riding, fun stuff like that, and minhyuk is here!! he’s mentioned a lot lmao hyunghyuk besties

warning: this fanfic does take place in a village setting where there’s a bad harvest of food and so there’s a lot of mentions of food and starving. as someone with problems with food myself this could be potentially somewhat triggering so please don’t read if need be and i want to emphasize that if you need help to please reach out for it. i know what it’s like, please even feel free to reach out to me if need be, but do remember i’m not a professional.

summary: a boy from the village struggling through a bad harvest and the goddess of nature, of animals and forests, and of flowers so lovely the scent will make you dizzy, make a deal.

“hyungwon,” the voice calls out to him, and his heart aches when he sees it’s minhyuk that’s speaking to him. the usual cheer and brightness to minhyuk’s voice has all but vanished, “come on, we need to get to work,” he trudged slowly behind his friend, with minhyuk’s hand holding his own. there’s nothing but comradery between them, and yet hyungwon feels like he would trust minhyuk with his life.

“i hate this,” hyungwon murmurs under his breath, but he can faintly hear minhyuk chuckle at his whining, “i’m serious!! there’s barely any food and i’m starving and i’m supposed to pick fruit that i won’t even be allowed to eat?!”

minhyuk’s face is stone cold suddenly as he turns to, for lack of a better phrase, tell hyungwon to shut the hell up, “lower your voice,” he orders, and hyungwon deflates, but he obeys, and the quiet returns as they continue to walk to their spot in the field to pick the fruit, “i’m sorry, but i worry that being so outspoken will be your downfall, won.”

as they pick the apples, in silence from their short and blunt conversation, hyungwon spots one that stands out from the rest. he tries to resist getting a closer look at it, but he just can’t. he takes a few steps over towards it, subsequently a few steps away from minhyuk, and the apple does the rest. it’s almost hypnotic in the way hyungwon can’t take his eyes off of it. it’s red and glowing and hyungwon doesn’t know how he’s the only one captivated by the apple.

it’s like the fruit is speaking to him, calling him away, and he starts walking, even when minhyuk calls after him, he knows minhyuk spoke even though he couldn’t hear him. he walks for a few minutes, through the trees and the dense forest that he’s never traversed before. he doesn’t have to constantly gaze at the apple now, but he grips it in his hand like his life depends on it.

he comes upon a small statue hidden in the depths of the forest. it’s a stone carving of a bird, wings spread as if flying through the sky. it’s beautiful.

“isn’t it?” he hears from behind him, actually registering someone spoke to him this time, and he turns to see who it is. instead of the face of cheerful minhyuk he’s so used to seeing, a beautiful figure graces his eyes.

hyungwon can’t even focus on the physique, though, he’s too entranced by the piercing eyes that stare into his soul practically and the voice he can hear ringing in his head. “isn’t it, dear?” your voice repeats again, and he feels compelled to answer, though he’s not exactly sure how you read his thoughts. maybe he had actually said them out loud.

“yes,” he murmurs softly, turning back to look at the statue, “it’s gorgeous,” he takes a step closer to the statue to get a closer look.

“your voice,” you speak again, “i- nevermind,” you stop yourself, instead choosing to take a step closer to him, your hand touches his shoulder, “can i help you with something, dear?”

“i- what?” he’s taken aback by your question, because he didn’t search you or this place out, he was practically lured here by the fruit, “no, i-i’m okay, thank you though.”

“are you sure?” your touch on his shoulder finally registers in his head, like all his reactions are slowed and delayed, “if you’re not here for something, then… why are you here?”

“i dont… i don’t know,” he was never loud, but he’s even quieter now, “the apple… it led me here.”

you suddenly fell silent. he wonders if you used to apple to lure him, if this is a trap, but your touch is still so distracting and he can’t bring himself to care much. you look so harmless, with such pretty features that he wants to stare at forever.

it does make him wonder, however, just why your tone was so brazen when he said he wasn’t here to ask anything of you. you looked baffled when he said no, like that was the only reason you expected him to be here, “do people always just come searching for you… asking for things?”

“yes, they do,” you respond bluntly, but your words aren’t hostile. he faintly feels a sense of pity in his heart for you.

“that sounds like… such a sad existence,” the words leave his lips without him really putting much thought into them.

“it is,” you say as silence falls between the two of you before he speaks up.

“you uhm… are you… human?” you’re a beautiful yet lonely person in the forest, and it makes him wonder if you even are a person.

“no, dear,” you say as you lift your hand, the grass beneath both of you growing as you do so, “i am a being that represents nature. i think you humans would call me a god or goddess?”

“oh that’s… incredible. please explain to me more,” his eyes find you once again, watching you with already such a soft, adoring gaze.

“you just want to hear me talk, little human,” your tone is playful as his cheeks become rosy.

“maybe,” he smiles cheekily, “will you still explain it to me?”

“of course, sit with me and the flowers, will you?” you ask him, and he plops on the ground, sitting with his legs crossed as you begin, “i can control how nature exists in this world. i can make your flowers grow or trees in your forest more dense. you humans also love to hunt the sweet animals i create, ”

you pause, as if to give him a chance to speak up, and he does, “i’m sorry about that.”

“it’s alright, dear, your apologies are not necessary. besides, once they do die, they become gifts for other gods, and those gods treat their gifts from me very well,” you smile somberly, “tell me, how are you humans doing?”

he wants to lie, for some reason. he has an urge to just say ‘everything is fine, let’s just talk about happy things. i want to be happy’ but he doesn’t, “we’re… you want my honesty, right?”

“yes, yes absolutely,”

“we’re suffering. there’s too little food for everyone,” his stomach rumbles as he’s in the middle speaking, and he makes a sort of ‘see what i mean?’ gesture, “and we barely have enough to keep everyone alive through the month..”

you subtly gasp at his confession he just gives so easily, “and yet you were expected to pick fruit? that seems unfair, dear.”

“it was work that had to be done for the good fo the village,” he lowers his head at the thoughts racing through his head, envisioning the soft eyes of his friend, “but min- uh, my friend, he’s all i have. i know i… said i didn’t have anything to ask of you… and this may seem too much of me to ask, but now that i know what you are and can do, could you please help them? the people of my village, i mean,” he pleads, his eyes shining in the light.

“you want me to… provide them food?”

“please, i’d do anything,”

your face is suddenly much more serious, and you grip his shoulder as you lean in close to him, “for future reference, dear, don’t ever tell a being like me you’d do anything. ever. got it?” you were kind. you knew you were kind, but there were some that would rip his poor, innocent heart to shreds, steal his soul because he didn’t read the fine print. you’re relieved someone so soft and sweet and almost angelic stumbled upon you of all beings.

“yes,” he practically squeaks.

“good,” you sigh as you stand up, “i will help you, little thing. in return, please stay with me for one day. tomorrow afternoon, at this exact hour, you can return to the village,” you extend your hand for him to shake, “are those terms agreeable to you, my little human?”

his heart pounds in his chest. you want him to stay with you? for a whole day? he decides it’s a price that’s easy to pay if he remembers the prospect of being able to save him friend and his people from starvation “yes,” he murmurs, reaching out to shake your hand.

—

it doesn’t take much effort from you, just a wave of your hand and apparently, the harvest in the village would magically improve. he supposes one day is not a lot of his little time to give up if it meant the village could be revitalized with a bountiful amount of food. he just hopes minhyuk isn’t worrying too much.

you have a cottage of your own, he learns. it confuses him slightly because you’re a goddess, why would you need a very human-esque living space? he supposes he’ll never learn the answer to that question. the thing itself is impossible to see from the outside, he could have sworn nothing was there until your hand was in his (his heart stopped for a good minute) and you led him up the stairway leading into the cottage.

“make yourself at home,” you tell him, and he nods in a daze. your place was beautiful, full of flowers and vases with more flowers and little flower trinkets on the table and mugs with flower designs. judging from anything you considered to be your domain, you seem to like flowers. the softness of the atmosphere is calming to him, the scent of all the flowers is overwhelming, his knees are weak.

“what- what are you going to do with me for this day that you have me? you must have some plan for me,” you tilt your head with a faint smile on your lips as he sits beside you on the couch, “do you want me to work? am i a servant? please, all cards on the table, tell me what you want from me.”

“all cards on the table?” you echo, and he nods, for a second wondering if you just straight up didn’t know what he meant, but you lean in to him, close enough to just barely need to lean just a little more and you’d be kissing him, “i just think you’re cute. forgive me if i just wanted a day to gaze at you.”

he’s startled as you pull yourself away, leaving him flustered and blushing and stuttering as you excuse yourself outside to grow more flowers. he sees the beautiful sunflowers and roses and tulips and then his eyes find you once more. your beauty just radiates, it’s so overwhelming and intoxicating that he feels the safest really taking it all in when you’re focused on your flowers, not leaving him a blushing mess whilst so close to kissing him he just might faint.

the sun hits your skin in such a beautiful way that he can’t can’t stop staring. it’s ironic how you wanted him to stay for a night because you thought he was cute but he cannot take his eyes off of your beautiful smile and hair and demeanor and just… aura. your presence is so soft and comforting yet so overwhelming to him. it’s all something he can’t understand.

you return a few hours later, having given your guest time to really settle in. as you open the door, he’s in the kitchen area with one of your mugs, drinking a cup of tea peacefully and quietly, “welcome back,” he mumbles with a smile.

“hi there, little human,” you smile back at him, taking a seat beside him, “i’m… sorry. i know you were probably lonely, here all by yourself-“

“no, i actually enjoy the quiet. it beats picking fruit,” he shrugs.

“speaking of food, i was able to grant your request, but i completely forgot about you. would you like something specific to be prepared for your evening meal?” hyungwon forgot what it was like when there wasn’t barely enough food to survive on. he tells you his wishes for meat and vegetables and starches his stomach aches for, “alright, dear. sit at the counter with me as i cook.”

he’s stunned for a second, “i didn’t know you can cook.”

“you don’t know my name, my sweet. we have a lot to learn about each other.”

“what is your name?” he asks, and you giggle to yourself, having known he’d ask it the moment you brought up the fact that he hadn’t yet.

“y/n,” you answer, finding the spices you wanted, “and yours, my beautiful flower?”

his heart skips a beat at the endearing term you use. at this point, he wonders if you’re getting enjoyment out of flustering him so helplessly like this, “hyungwon,” he sees the way you smile when you hear his name. it makes him smile too.

“hyungwon… what a beautiful name you have, my dear. it’s fitting, for someone as beautiful as you,” at this point he’s absolutely sure you’re getting a kick out of making him a flustered mess, because now his cheeks are red and he can’t meet your gaze, “sorry, i don’t mean to fluster you—,” liar, he thinks, “— i just can’t help adoring you.”

“you’re too much for my weak heart,” he mumbles exasperatedly as you cook, looking over at him with that cheeky smile on your face like you know just how much you wreck his heart and his composure.

you seat him at the small-but-not-too-small dinner table, bringing plates of food and finally sitting at the seat across from him, “eat as much or as little as you want, dear.”

he goes to ask before he puts too much thought into the question, “are you not gonna eat-? oh, wait, nevermind, do you not need to?” you nod, smiling.

“i’m grateful that you think of me, angel, but you’re correct: this is all for you,” and while he’d theoretically be hesitant to eat while you just sit there, he finally remembered just how hungry he was, and so it would have taken much more restraint than he currently had to restrain himself.

after dinner, you lead him him to the bedroom in your cottage. emphasis on the singularity in that term, “oh- uh, a-am i going to sleep with you-?” he stutters.

“you can, you don’t have to if you don’t wish to, flower. i don’t really have to sleep so if you want the bed all to yourself, then it’s yours. i just… i thought maybe- you know what,” you tone changes suddenly, and he’d be damned if he didn’t catch it, “nevermind. take the room. call for me if you need me, i’ll be outside with the flowers again-“

“wait!” he calls out as you turn to leave him alone. you look over at him, eyes shining so beautifully in the moonlight.

“yes, my flower?”

he’s flustered once again, but he can’t help wanting you to stay with him. he reaches his hand out to you, similarly to how you reached yours out to him, “stay with me?”

you accept the proposal, sitting on the bed with him, weaving a few flowers into a flower crown while he lays on his side, watching you work on the crown like it was the most entertaining thing in the world.

“i think sunflowers will look pretty against your skin, hyungwon,” you mumble, keeping your voice soft as to not disrupt the peaceful atmosphere you’ve both created, and he smiles bashfully at your words, “truly, i think anything would look beautiful on you, but the yellows would really bring out the strong, almost sensual browns in your eyes. can- can i?”

he nods in consent, sitting up and sitting still for you, and your fingers gracefully position the crown on top of his head, “ah, do i look good with it on?”

“oh absolutely, sweetheart, but,” you scoot closer to him, and once again, his heart beats rapidly and his thoughts evaporate into thin air, replaced by the bashful shyness and the way he’s suffocated by your scent, breathing it in like it’s a drug, “in my opinion, you’re the most beautiful.”

he can’t breathe.

“i-i, um, oh my god,” he stammers, so shy as you smile at how he struggles.

“can i kiss you, pretty boy?” you whisper, your hand raising to hold his cheek as you gaze at his lips. it’s subtle, probably because he was malfunctioning inside, but he nods, closing his eyes and passively waiting for your lips on his.

he didn’t know what to expect, with you being a god and all, but it was so much more than he could have prepared himself for, both mentally and physically. it was a rush if he’d ever felt one, both his body on fire and goosebumps lining his skin.

your style of kissing makes him ache in so many ways. his lips will definitely be bruised from the way you bite them, drawing blood like a vampire but in the kindest way possible, your hand cupping his cheek and you other rubbing his thigh soothingly is enough to keep him from crying out because of the pain.

“stop me, hyungwon,” you mumble under your breath, “if you don’t want this, you need to stop me. tell me to stop and i will,” but how did you ever expect him to do that when he’s already so wrecked and all you’ve done is kissed?

“don’t,” he whispers, “don’t stop, please,” and you oblige, keeping your lips busy on his neck as he groans, reaching out to hold your waist, “please,” he echos his own words weakly.

“tell me what you want, i’ll do it, just tell me,” you see how choked up he is, and it’s cute how easily he’s wrapped around your finger, “tell me, tell me, my flower.”

“touch me more,” he breathes, and you help him throw off his shirt. your hands are all over him in an instant, you press kisses down his neck, paying attention to his chest as your hands wander lower and lower.

he bites his lip in anticipation, but it feels just like how it felt when you bit his lip before and he audibly moans at the recent memory. it’s almost embarrassing when he realizes just how openly and easily he’s been moaning since you started.

and it’s not like he exactly expected a warning, but he wasn’t ready for when one of your hands started rubbing his crotch and making him moan and whine helplessly, “please don’t tease me.”

“hm, alright, sweet thing. how about i ride you? would you like that?” he nods desperately, weak at the thought of you using him for your own pleasure and leaving him to drown in the overwhelming pleasure you give him, “take off your pants and underwear, then.”

he scrambles to do as you say, watching with his jaw dropped as you make the garments you wear all but disappear with just a wave of your hand, and he’s intimately reminded that you’re not human, that he shouldn’t have trusted you so implicitly as to let you put him in this position, and that he’s playing a game where he doesn’t know the rules.

but then he sees the genuineness in your smile, the way you treat him so kindly yet assertively, soft yet harsh, and he just can’t fathom being in any real danger when he’s being swallowed by so much pleasure when he’s under you like this.

he’d been zoned out for a few moments until you’re actually riding him already, holding his hand in a softness that makes him weak. he suddenly notices the flowers in your hair, the way your nose crinkles up when you smile down at him, the way looking at your lips reminds him of the ache on his. it’s incredible just how infatuated he is, the way he adores so much being not just under you in a physical sense but also being under your spell.

he moans in such a heavenly bliss, eyes fluttered shut as he can only hear his own voice make sounds that would normally make him embarrassed. he can’t bother to care right now because when he opens his eyes, you seem to like the sounds he makes. and he wants to please.

“hyungwon, d-dear,” you murmur, your hands resting on his chest to keep yourself stable on his chest, “i can’t keep my eyes off of you, baby. you’re absolutely ethereal. so please, can you show me how pretty you are when you cum? can you cum for me, my flower?”

god that name was the most precious thing to him, he wanted to be your beautiful flower forever.

he does cum. he orgasms viscerally, his body trembling as he throws his head back, his jaw slacked as he moans loudly, cumming so hard he can see white.

he stays in that headspace of pleasure, higher than the clouds, for a few moments as the high subsides and he’s left with a euphoric feeling that keeps him shivering with aftershocks, until he starts to hear your voice. you whisper little nothings to him as he starts to come down completely, “i’ve got you, little thing, don’t worry, you’re safe with me.”

he briefly ponders why you keep calling him ‘little thing’ when he’s as tall as he is, but your kisses to him temple take that thought away, “y/n?”

“yes, dear?”

“can you sleep with me?” he asks, not realizing that you already told him that you don’t need to sleep.

still, you can’t resist him when he’s just so adorable with that pout he probably doesn’t even realize he’s making, “of course, let’s clean up just a little bit, and i’ll lay with you while you sleep, angel.”

—

morning comes far too soon. you still have him for another 7ish hours, but once they’re up, he’ll return to his village, to that friend he mentioned, and disappear from your existence forever. it’s almost pitiful how quickly you became attached to the pretty thing.

you look over at him, sleeping so, so peacefully, his cheek squished against the pillow while he pouts and you can’t help but coo at how precious he looks.

it’s impossible to imagine a life anymore where you can’t keep looking at his face, at his pretty lips (that are covered in bruises in a way that makes this moment a bit less melancholic and innocent), at the softness in his eyes when he gazed at you. what a miserable fate that would be to live through.

“what’s on your mind?” you hear him groan tiredly, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. you go to object, say ‘of course it’s nothing just go back to sleep dear’, but he catches it and, even in the early morning, he won’t take a lie.

“i just… you have a life to return to, and i don’t want to deprive you of that. i’ve just grown to like you, is all,” you murmur as you run your fingers through his hair, hearing his soft gums of contentment, “an existence of being by yourself might make one somewhat… easily attached.”

hyungwon doesn’t know how to respond, but he sits up, despite the tiredness that still rests in his body, he moves to get himself out of bed, using his hand to brush his hair out of his face, “we still have time together, so let’s do something you want to do.”

“like what?” you smile sadly, “what should we do?”

“hmm…” he makes a really cute face when he thinks, you realize, and it just makes you fall a little bit more, “well you really like flowers right?”

“of course,”

hyungwon’s face lights up, like he’s had a sudden realization, “oh! then what if we painted? i have minhyuk’s paints in my bag!! minhyuk told me to hold onto them for the day and i kept them on me!”

“wha- what if your friend doesn’t want you to use them?” you stutter, but you can feel that you’re already on board.

“then that’s his problem!”

now to be honest, painting was not hyungwon’s strong suit, but he had such a fun time with mixing colors and making flowers that don’t really look like flowers come to life on the many wooden walls of your cottage. neither of you had brushes either, so it was really just fingerpainting, and by the end, your hands were covered in myriads of greens and yellows and pinks reds and blues tinted by the white, they were almost works of art themselves.

and after hours of painting, making more flower crowns, even teaching him to make flower crowns, and more activities, your time with him was dwindling. of course, he doesn’t have to leave, but the time that he had to stay was slowly slipping away from you.

“hyungwon,” you mumble, getting his attention as he sits on the couch while you were supposedly making tea. you raise your hand, displaying a bright red apple, “this is the one from yesterday, right?”

“y-yeah, i think so, why?”

“i- come here, please.”

he wobbles over to the kitchen, sitting beside you as you show off the fruit, “what’s going on?”

“remember when you told me the apple lead to you the statue?” he nods, “this apple is blessed with my energy. it’s… magical, in a human sense. i just want to apologize for decieving and likely confusing you yesterday,” you look down at the fruit, shiny and glowing red with liveliness, “but i have a… proposal of sorts.”

“i- alright, what is it?”

“take a bite,” you say, your tone heavy with implications of what will happen, “take a bite, and stay with me, will you?”

“what- what about my family? my friend? what about the life that i have?” he asks, but it’s all rhetorical, he doesn’t expect a serious answer, “i was willing to give you a day, i can’t give you my life.”

why can’t you, you feel the urge to murmur to him, why can’t you give that all up? you know i’m all you want now, you’ll only spiral down even further into me, “you don’t have to eat it all, just a bite, just one.”

“what- why are you so adamant that i eat that apple?”

“because!” your voice cracks ever so slightly, and once again his heart aches and he rushes to attempt to soothe you, to hold your heart in his hands and never once let it be hurt, “because you are all i want, hyungwon,” you mumble as he hugs you, resting your head against him, “because i want you to return to your friend and your village, but i’m selfish, i’m so, so selfish. this is the best middle ground i could think of.”

“...what does taking a bite entail?” he asks tentatively, and his heart jumps when he sees your eyes shine with hope. whether or not you know it, you’ve got him good.

“half the time, you’ll be mine. your soul has to reside in my domain, your heart will constantly ache for me,” you murmur, your hands suddenly wandering and he chokes out a moan, “but the rest of the time, you can return to the village. you can return to your life, and i will not make any attempts to steal you away during that time.”

he’s left speechless, not exactly sure what you’d want him to say now, but you place the apple in his hands, pressing a few faint kisses to the edge of his lips just to fluster him, but then you disappear outside. he watches you through the window as you tend to your flowers, picking a sunflower to place into your hair. he’s so entranced by the way you move that he can barely focus on what he needs to focus on: the apple.

he wonders what minhyuk is feeling right now. he’s probably worried to death, horrified out of his mind that his friend just disappeared into the forest. he wants so badly to go back and reassure him that nothing bad happened and go back to the way things were except things would be better.

but he does also feel a sense of… devotion? infatuation? love, maybe? whatever it is, he feels something towards you. his heart aches to please you, to do in this situation what would make you happy. the way you looked when you were so emotionally vulnerable with him, you didn’t seem like a god that he had to worship in that moment, you seemed like a soul that he wanted to love. it’s this feeling deep in his soul that just leaves him, both his heart and his body, utterly defenseless to the prospect of you.

so this is the end of him as he’s been for his whole life. or at least, in a sense, half of him. he’s grateful that you went outside to let his head clear just a bit, it’s always so clouded with you and your scent and your aura that he feels delusional. he tosses the apple around anxiously as he tries to decide what to do, but in the end, there’s not a chance in the world that he could ever go against what would make you happy.

he tries to delude himself into thinking it’s a conscious choice he makes, but he knows he’s lying; he just doesn’t want to accept it. he’s been a wreck since the moment you lured him away with the very apple he holds, there’s not a single reality in which he gives you up. his heart aches to protect yours, and his body wishes to be ruined by yours.

he takes a bite. he’s yours.

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Prompt: Hyunghyuk and Wonkyun, where WH/HW's dicks are visible through their leather pants and MH/IM get very turned on, so they punish them for being too sexy (M)

Fulfilled by Moderator M~

Words: 2296

Warnings: mature rating

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“Do you see what I see?” Minhyuk asked, his eyes dark and seductive as he stared over at his boyfriend, leaning closer to Changkyun as he whispered into the boy’s ear. They were backstage at a live performance, and their stage outfits today had some of the members in sinfully tight leather pants… however, for Hoseok and Hyungwon, apparently they missed a certain particular undergarment that made their pants a little too revealing in the crotch region. Changkyun nodded, his lips parted in a strained exhale as his eyes roamed over his own boyfriend, and the particular wardrobe choices he was making.

“I do, hyung,” Changkyun replied, referring to how clearly he could see the outline of Hoseok’s cock through his pants, how countless eyes were about to see what he was seeing when they got out on stage for their performance. Hyungwon was beside Hoseok, in a similar predicament, and Changkyun couldn’t help but wonder if they were doing this on purpose to tease them. His heart pounding at the possibility of Hoseok purposefully showing off his cock to Changkyun to get a rise out of him, Changkyun bites his lip, his cheeks flaring and sweat beading on his forehead.

“You don’t think…” Changkyun began, voice strained, knowing that Minhyuk knew exactly how his thought would end. Beside him, Minhyuk groaned blissfully, his body on fire as he watched Hyungwon’s slender, beautiful legs completely hugged by the pants on his body, the way he could clearly see the outline of his cock… it was a visual onslaught, and when his gaze raced up to Hyungwon’s eyes, Minhyuk’s breath caught in his throat at the erotic glimmer in the man’s eye. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“They’re testing us,” Minhyuk mumbled resolutely, his voice almost frustrated. Changkyun nodded, agreeing with him wholeheartedly, his mind still going crazy just from looking at his sexy boyfriend. Biting his lip, Changkyun smirked, watching the cheeky wink Hoseok shot him as he caught his eye.

After a few more blissful seconds of ogling, they got the call to go on stage, and all of their sexual energy was directed into preforming an incredible stage. Afterwards, they all headed back to the van to go to their dorm, not getting the chance to change back into their casual clothes. The ride back was okay, but Minhyuk and Changkyun couldn’t seem to get their minds off of their seductive boyfriends, and the minute ways their pants shifted with every movement.

At one point, Minhyuk couldn’t take it anymore, and reached over, rubbing Hyungwon’s cock through his pants, pressing his face into the man’s shoulder and whimpering as he feels it harden in his hand. Peeking down into the man’s lap, Minhyuk’s eyes widen as he clearly sees just how hard Hyungwon is, how he could trace the edge of the man’s glans if he wanted to. Unable to ignore the arousal washing over him, Minhyuk groans, pressing his lips against the flank of Hyungwon’s neck and bouncing slightly as the van makes its way down the street.

Honestly, just sitting next to Hoseok this whole ride was more than enough to lead Changkyun into doing what he just did: text Minhyuk with an idea for a rather fun punishment for their slutty boyfriends. At the sound of his phone going off, Minhyuk quietly responds to the text, his lips quirking up in a mischievous grin. The maknae really had some great ideas sometimes~

Once the van parked in front of the dorm, Minhyuk and Changkyun quickly scurried out, a plan in mind that they were eager to get started. Hyungwon and Hoseok shot each other a curious glance, wondering why their boyfriends were so eager to get away with them. Not questioning it for too long, they slowly got out of the van, chatting amongst the other members and their managers as they walked into the dorm, taking off their shoes and taking their time before heading back to their shared bedroom.

After walking into the room, both Hyungwon and Hoseok were startled to see their boyfriends standing there patiently, both slightly out of breath and suspiciously calm. Shutting the door behind them, Hoseok shot Hyungwon a confused look, wondering if he knew something that he didn’t.

“What’s up?” Hyungwon asked, watching as Minhyuk slowly began walking towards him, his hands behind his back. Changkyun was doing something similar, walking towards Hoseok demurely, his eyes downcast but hands behind his back.

“Nothing, baby~ I just thought you looked so sexy in those pants~” Minhyuk replied, his cheeks flushing and eyes flickering with something mysterious as he walked towards the man, getting right up to his body, staring up into the taller boy’s face. Changkyun mirrored Minhyuk’s actions, pressing flush against Hoseok’s soft, muscular body, swallowing nervously as he thought about what they were about to do.

“Which is why I have to punish you for being too sexy~” Changkyun concluded, and a huge flurry of motion blurred Hoseok and Hyungwon’s vision, both too startled to immediately react as the boyfriends held up the rope they’d been hiding behind their backs, grabbing their boyfriends’ wrists to likely tie them together.

“Wh-what?” Hoseok managed to stumble out, not even fighting back as Changkyun started tying his wrists together, his eyes wide and confusion evident on his features. Hyungwon, after collecting himself for a few seconds, moved away from Minhyuk, lightly pushing the man out of the way before he could put him in a compromising position. Unsurprised by how much Hyungwon was fighting back, and always quick on his feet, Minhyuk moved faster, getting Hyungwon’s wrists tied together in only a few seconds.

“What are you planning, Minhyuk?” Hyungwon asked, feeling a strange arousal bubbling up in his chest. Of course, it was his and Hoseok’s idea to do this to their two boyfriends, but neither anticipated such a strong reaction. They often got together like this and fucked in the same room- it was sexy as hell, and made everything more fun, but they’d never done anything so… kinky together. Where the hell did they even get that rope??

“Punishing you, of course~” Minhyuk plainly replied, pushing Hyungwon towards Hoseok’s bed until the boy collapsed onto it, unable to use his hands as leverage. “You turned me on so much, wearing those tight pants in public, I think you deserve a little punishment,” Minhyuk continued, mounting himself on Hyungwon’s lap and grinding his ass against his, delightfully hard, dick. Hyungwon breathlessly stared up into Minhyuk’s face, quirking a brow as he watched the boy sit so pretty on his cock, just letting the boy do as he wished for the time being.

Meanwhile, still trying to tie Hoseok’s wrists together, was Changkyun, his lips sticking out in a cute pout as he attempted to bind his boyfriend. Eventually getting it, thanks in part to the fact that Hoseok wasn’t even fighting back or moving, Changkyun then began leading Hoseok to his bed, his cheeks on fire. He kept catching glimpses of Hoseok’s crotch, and how much the man had willingly been seducing him, and it drove him to shoving Hoseok onto the bed, standing between his powerful legs and tugging him towards him by the shoulders. Their lips now mere centimeters apart, Changkyun bites his lip, tugging the flesh between his teeth as he stared at his vulnerable hyung.

“What are you going to do now that my wrists are tied?” Hoseok asked, not quite sounding scared but just a touch nervous about the whole ordeal. Changkyun could be quite the conniving one, and having his hands tied probably wasn’t going to be a good thing for Hoseok given the situation.

“I’m going to make you feel just as turned on as I felt watching you earlier,” Changkyun breathily informed, finally locking their lips together in a needy kiss that had every ounce of his horniess and desperation in it. Hoseok made a noise of surprise into Changkyun’s mouth, but began kissing him back, moving his lips with a practice and skill that reflected how long they’d been intimate with each other.

The two could both hear Minhyuk and Hyungwon beside them, and the slight squeaking of the bed probably meant that Minhyuk was doing something a little bit more than just kissing Hyungwon. Grinding his hips against Hyungwon’s leather-covered crotch, Minhyuk smiled toothily, content with the way Hyungwon seemed so frustratedly powerless beneath him. Normally Hyungwon was the one in control, but Minhyuk couldn’t deny how fun it was to have Hyungwon at his mercy for once. It was a change of pace that was, while interesting, probably quite temporary in nature.

“Doesn’t it just drive you crazy? Having me on your lap, grinding, but not close enough, and you can’t even do anything about it?” Minhyuk taunted, his voice sinful and playful as he rocked his hips into Hyungwon’s crotch. He could feel it getting harder underneath him, and he smiled, eyes devouring just how annoyed Hyungwon seemed beneath him.

“I would appreciate if you untied my hands,” Hyungwon said, his request sounding more like a threat than a beg, something dark and mysterious looming within his pitch-black orbs. Minhyuk hummed thoughtfully, as if truly pondering the concept, before giggling cutely and shaking his head.

“Nope~” he replied, lifting his hips before dropping them further onto Hyungwon’s crotch, creating a sensation similar to sex as he continued doing so. Hyungwon groaned, his head flopping back and hands utterly useless resting behind his head. “I think you deserve a few more minutes of punishment~” Minhyuk continued, and then ran his fingers along Hyungwon’s chest, reveling in the shiver that passed through the slimmer man’s body as he did so.

Beside the two, Changkyun moaned against Hoseok’s mouth, his cock ridiculously hard as he kissed his boyfriend, his mind still going crazy from the whole situation and how they got in this position to begin with. He’d never tied up Hoseok before… or even dominated him this fiercely, and it felt strangely empowering. Changkyun also felt that Hoseok probably did deserve this- considering how risky he was being wearing such a revealing outfit in public. With that thought fueling him, Changkyun kissed Hoseok deeper and rougher, his hands gripping his older boyfriend’s plush shoulders with enough force to feel the muscle clench beneath him.

In a flurry of motion, Hyungwon quickly sat up and grabbed Minhyuk by the hips as best as he could with his tied hands, and then stood up, changing their positions so that Minhyuk was now lying on his back on the bed and Hyungwon was standing between his legs. His hands were still bound, but this didn’t hinder Hyungwon from pressing Minhyuk against the mattress with his forearms, his crotch pressed against Minhyuk’s ass. The vibe in the bedroom took a sudden turn, and, noticing this, Changkyun and Hoseok looked over, staring hazily over at the two men beside them.

Noticing just how different their positions were, Changkyun swallowed nervously, his eyes flickering back to Hoseok and blinking down at the man. In a last-ditch effort to hold on to his dominance, Changkyun pushes Hoseok’s back flat onto the bed, locking their lips in a desperate, passionate kiss. He couldn’t forget why he was doing this, and how Hoseok’s depraved wardrobe choices almost lead him to mounting the man before they even got on stage earlier. Changkyun moaned hotly into Hoseok’s mouth, sitting on top of the man’s lap and grinding against his crotch.

Beneath him, Hoseok scrunched his eyebrows together, kissing Changkyun back for now but internally wondering just how he’d get back at him, his body on fire from the very interesting situation he’d managed to get himself into. He could feel that their game was coming to an end quite soon, and Hoseok started, for the first time that night, actually struggling against the restraints on his hands. Eyes flying open as his hands easily slip out of the rope restraints, Hoseok sits up, grabbing Changkyun by the waist and gripping his hips hard.

“I… broke free,” Hoseok declared, blinking a few times as he still tried to process it. Feeling a touch of frustration well up, Hoseok frowns, his eyes flashing in anger. “You tied me up because I turned you on? Isn’t that supposed to be a good thing, Changkyunnie?” Hoseok asked, his voice raw and dark as he skirted his fingers up Changkyun’s shirt, pinching his nipples roughly. Beside them, Hyungwon nodded in agreement, giving Minhyuk a similar look as he gestured for the boy to untie him. Flustering at the intense power shift, Changkyun bites his lip, his cock twitching hard.

“Y-You did it in public though, hyung… of course I like it when you turn me on,” he replied, his voice demure and sweet. Hoseok sighed through his nose, picking up Changkyun before throwing him onto the bed, watching the way his pretty, slender boy crashed against the sheets.

“Then I guess I’ll need to make up for it tenfold now that we’re alone, huh?” Hoseok asked, grabbing the waistband of Changkyun’s pants and pulling them down- exposing his hard cock and trembling thighs. Changkyun moaned sweetly, his voice much higher than usual as he buries his face into Minhyuk’s shoulder, trying to hide from his boyfriend’s domineering presence.  

After Minhyuk had begrudgingly untied his wrists, Hyungwon grabbed the boy by the hands, forcing him onto the bed and staring deep into his eyes. Even though this wasn’t an actual fight, Hyungwon and Hoseok both couldn’t help but put their all into ‘getting back’ at their respective boyfriends. Especially when they obviously enjoyed the rough treatment so much.

“I think it’s time you got your own punishment~” <3

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