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kz-i-co · 4 years

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Incomparable: Part II

Summary: As you feel like you and Kihyun's relationship start to develop, something or someone gets in the way.

Pairing: Yoo Kihyun/ Reader

Genre: Angst x fluff

Words: 2.6k

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Part 1

A/N: I was thinking about this for a while now......but I might rewrite this one, so please stand by

"Hey you made it." Jooheon smiled as soon as you and Kihyun walked through the door.

"Yeah sorry I'm late. I had to speak with my professor."

"You're here that's all that matters." You couldn't help but blush.

Jooheon still gave you feelings you couldn't explain but now Kihyun was in the picture. You liked seeing his playful side and he really showed to be a caring person but how were things going to change now.

"(Y/N) come on. You need to try this cake that Gihyun made. It's amazing."

"Stop." Gihyun blushed.

"No seriously. You should be a culinary major." He continued complimenting.

"Hey thank you for bringing my canvas." You said to Gihyun.

"No problem (Y/N)." She smiled warmly.

"I love my gift. Can't believe how talented you are. You made me look dope." He smiled showing off his dimples.

"Hey dude." Wonho greeted Kihyun as he leaned against the wall on the opposite side. "What's with you?"

"W-what? Nothing." He shook off. He glanced at you still engaged with Jooheon. You were smiling and laughing and he can tell you were enjoying his company.

"You reek of jealousy."

"What would I be jealous of?" He snipped.

"Obviously the cute girl talking to Jooheon you entered with."

"It's so cute." He continued as he leaned forward to pinch his cheeks but Kihyun quickly stopped him.

"I'm not jealous. I was helping her out with Jooheon, that's all."

"If you say so."

"Hey (Y/N), if you want, there is a concert in the park tomorrow. You want to go?" Jooheon asked you. Was he asking you out? Oh no, what should you do. "I understand if you have something planned already with Kihyun."

"No, I don't have any plans tomorrow."

"Great. It will be fun."

"I'm bringing the snacks." Gihyun winked. She's going? Maybe it's not what you think.

"Hey let me get your number so I can tell you the details." Jooheon smiled and you blushed as you gave him your phone.

"Cute wallpaper." He said handing it back.

"Thank you."

"Jooheon." More people walked into the tight dorm. "Happy birthday."

"I'll be right back." He started walking away. "There's tons of food, eat up." He left you alone with your thoughts.

You looked around not sure what to do until your eyes spotted a lonely Kihyun sipping down a drink while playing on his phone.

"Hey." You greeted.

He looked up at you all flushed. You figured it was his drink taking control.

"Thanks again, for what you did."

"Why do you keep thanking me, It was my fault." He arched his eyebrows.

"It was both of our faults, but it was fun doing it." You smiled.

"If you say so."

"Are you drunk?" You leaned forward looking in his drowsy eyes.

"No." He stood up straight, denying.

"I think you are." You gave a slight giggle.

"(Y/N) were playing beer pong come on." Jooheon smiled.

"Um." You looked back at Kihyun but he was already out the door. "Wait."

"Come on (Y/N)." Gihyun continued.

You just shrugged it off hoping he was okay.

....

You looked around causally trying to spot Kihyun as you hung out with Jooheon and Gihyun. The more you hung out with Gihyun the more you disliked her. She had a comment for everything, and always had to one up herself for everything that came out of your mouth. Like she was competing with you.

"I'm going to use the restroom." You told Jooheon as he nodded. You had to get away from Gihyun and her constant chatting. The closer you traveled down the hall, you heard loud music of people singing along and the loud chaos of people cheering.

"Bang bang bang!" You turned the corner seeing a crowd in the hang out as two figures were singing along to the tv as it layered lyrics down the screen as they stood on the couch.

This can't be good this late at night.

You got closer about to head down the other hall until the familiar voice got you off guard. Kihyun? Oh no.

"Yeojadeureun get low. Danggyeora BANG BANG BANG- Hey (Y/N)!" Kihyun made eye contact with you. "Come up here."

You just shook your head.

"Please."

"What the fuck is going on?" The RN came in as you were quick to get Jooheon.

"Um Jooheon." You started but you could feel a sudden presence behind you.

"Jooheon you said you were gonna keep this party out of control."

"What are you talking about?" He looked at the RN.

"Your friends are drunk and causing a ruckus. Please just send everyone back to their rooms before we get into trouble." She left in a rush.

You followed Jooheon back out to the hangout as everyone was already gone. "Sorry Jooheon." A boy with blonde hair spoke.

"Minhyuk, where is Kihyun?" He pointed to a figure laying on the floor against the wall.

"Shit." Jooheon mumbled concerned for his friend. "Kihyun doesn't do this, ever. I've seen him drunk before but not this bad."

"I'll help clean up Jooheon." Gihyun said sweetly.

"I'll take Kihyun to his room." It was your turn to speak.

"You sure?" He asked.

"Yeah." You smiled and was already on the move.

"Okay, let's go." You grabbed his hands trying to pull him up. "Let's get you to bed."

"I can sleep here." He said pulling you down to lay on the floor. He wrapped his arms around you, cuddling you cutely. Okay maybe Kihyun was the cutest drunk ever.

"Kihyun, we need to lay in our beds not the floor." You giggled.

"My bed is like a hour away. I'll just stay here." He whispered.

"This floor is disgusting." You whined. "How about my bed? It's closer."

He hummed in agreement but still chose not to move. "Kihyun." You whispered closer to you but he bumped his head against yours causing you both to winch away.

"Who are you?"

"(Y/N)." You giggled some more. But he just looked at you trying to be proven correct.

"I wished you like me instead."

You immediately felt that punch in the gut feeling. The short time you knew him, he wasn't very keen on sharing but he liked you, it was confirmed.

He didn't deserve you by the way you look at it. You used him for his friend and continued to like his friend. It wasn't that you didn't feel anything for him but you couldn't forget about the other.

"Let's go. For real this time." You continued to help him back to your bed.

Once you finally settled him down, your friend must of slept somewhere since she was no where to be found. You attempted to sleep in her bed until Kihyun's clingy ass forced you in your own bed with him. He was definitely not what you expected when he drinks.

The next morning, you woke from Kihyun quickly getting up alerted.

"Kihyun?"

"Sorry (Y/N) I'm gonna be late for my showcase."

"What showcase?" You asked yawning.

"My photography course. I'll see you later."

You got ready as the day was starting and quickly made your way out of the dorm.

"Hey (Y/N)." Jooheon smiled as he approached you with Gihyun.

"Hey."

"The concert got cancelled, on the count of rain...." He began. "But did you want to do something anyway?"

"Umm....okay." You shrugged.

"We're so happy we bumped into you. We were just thinking what we should do." Gihyun spoke with that annoying fake tone. "It's funny, we were just talking about you and how amazing your artwork is."

"How long have you been painting?" She continued.

"About 12 years." You said clearly uncomfortable with her as Jooheon just nodded along.

"Wow. You and Kihyun are so artistic. Probably why you make such a great pair."

"Thanks....technically we're not a pair."

"Not yet, at least." She giggled as you tried not to roll your eyes.

"Well it was nice talking to you guys, I'm gonna run." You waved goodbye as you continued to get your morning coffee you were urging for.

"(Y/N)! Wait up!" Jooheon ran after you.

"Hey."

"Wait, so you and Kihyun aren't together?" He asked confused.

"No, we're just friends. We've only met recently for tutoring."

"Oh okay.....Look I know Gihyun wants to do something but you busy right now? We can do something just the two of us?" Oh no. Why were you still feeling flustered when Kihyun is the one you should like.

"Um....no, I'm just getting coffee." You smiled.

"Mind if I join you?" His tone was sweet.

"No." Yes. Why was this happening now?

"I'm sorry that Gihyun is constantly clinging on to me." He laughed. "I mean, she's great and all but I don't want to hang out with her 24/7. I need a break."

"Well, she likes you." You laughed.

"Ha no."

"Yes. I thought you guys were together at first."

"I guess we were both wrong." He smiled with a slight blush warming his cheeks.

"How long have you and Kihyun been friends?"

"We met our third year of high school." Jooheon opened the door for you.

"Did he ever sing at all?" You couldn't help but wondered about the boy that was slowly taking your heart.

"Sure, I mean no more then the average person, but it wasn't something he showed interest in." You ordered your drinks and sat down.

"Well he should." He smiled at your response.

...

You knocked on Kihyun's door and answered it, dressed all neat and formal. "Hey." You began confused. "How was your showcase?"

"Fine." He shrugged. You followed him into the dorm as he was setting up his portfolio.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" You couldn't help but wonder.

"Not really."

"Just want to say that you are a very cute drunk." You laughed.

"Great, you saw a side I probably didn't want you to see." He rolled his eyes.

"Nah, I liked it." You bit your lip. "Very clingy, I should add."

"Is something wrong?" You asked from his silence.

"Nothing, I'm just wondering why you aren't with Jooheon right now." He began.

"Well....I was with him before, but it was just coffee."

"Ah...so he asked you out, like you wanted?" He laughed like nothing was different.

"It was just coffee, I wouldn't really call it a date." You looked at him confused. "Why are we talking about this?"

"Well....it turns out that Jooheon likes you. I guess you got your wish."

"He likes me? How do you even know that?"

"Because he told me." He finally looked at you, putting his work down. "I guess we're done here."

"But what about yesterday?"

"We can forget about that. We just got caught up in the moment."

You shrugged confused. "Kihyun-"

"It's okay (Y/N), Jooheon likes you. That's great." Sure he was right, you should be happy but why weren't you. Seeing Jooheon early, still gave you all those old feelings but now everything was different. "You don't owe me anything (Y/N). It was the deal remember."

"I don't understand-"

"You like him and now he likes you. It's what you wanted."

"Did something happen between you two?" You continued to ask from the sudden change in his behavior. He was acting the way you first met him.

"No, he was just asking about you. I'm sorry I really need to finish this."

"But Kihyun." You were at a loss of words.

"(Y/N)." He gave you a look you didn't quite understand. He was clearly hurt and trying to push you away.

....

You couldn't stop thinking about Kihyun. Why was he lying to you? What happened this morning?

You quickly rushed through the door. "Where were you all day?" Your friend asked.

"Oh um....The concert in the park."

"Wasn't that cancelled?" She arched her eyebrows.

"Yeah." You sighed. "I was with Jooheon and his side dish Gihyun, who clearly can't take a hint."

"Still competing with that girl?" She laughed.

"I really don't think I want to. I think I'm ready to move on."

"Don't tell me its because of Kihyun?"

"Why not?"

"Nothing, I just thought you were into Jooheon." She smiled. "I was confused because everyone is saying you're with Kihyun. Remember you both mysteriously walked in covered in paint."

"We were just goofing off." You said hiding the truth. Not that you knew yourself. You didn't know where things stood now. You felt something with that kiss and you sensed he did too. But now Jooheon was interested and Kihyun was acting like he supports it. You feel like everything is all mixed up now and you didn't know what to do.

"Sure. You've guys been attached lately."

"I don't know what to do." You sighed siting on the bed. "I like Jooheon but now since Kihyun and I kissed, I'm having mixed feelings."

"Excuse me! You kissed?" She looked at you baffled that you completely forgot to even mention it.

"I thought I told you."

"You certainly had not! When?"

"Yesterday. I was cleaning the art room and he came and helped me and then we started dancing and it just happened."

"So now what are you going to do?" She asked. "You don't want to string on two guys."

"I'm not." You whined. "Kihyun doesn't even like me, at least that's what he said."

"It's hard, if you're making it hard."

"Are you going to go talk to him?" Sowon asked as you gathered your belongs since class was almost over.

"Talk to who?"

"Kihyun dummy."

"Why would I do that?" You kept asking.

"Because you like him."

"How many times do I have to tell you?"

"I'm not an idiot (Y/N), you've fallen for him hard, and it seems like he thinks you and Jooheon can be all happy together but that's probably because he doesn't know that you like him back."

"Kihyun hates me. It's no use."

"Then maybe staring at him the whole class should be stopped." She smirked.

"You know what.....whatever." You got up.

"It's true." She laughed. "You and Kihyun sitting in a tree...."

"Please shut up, he's right there."

Then class started piling out. "Hey Kihyun (Y/N) wants to ask you something."

He looked at you with no mood in his expression and continued leaving with the class.

"Ouch."

"I told you. He hates me."

"So......go kiss and make up with him."

"Kihyun please wait." You caught up with him and pulled him into an empty classroom.

"What do you want, trouble in paradise?"

"Why did you lie to me?"

"I didn't lie."

"You told Jooheon I liked him? He told me last night."

"That wasn't a lie." He arched his eyebrows.

"You said you weren't gonna say anything."

"I was just trying to speed up the process, it was getting exhausting."

"I want the truth. We seemed fine and all of a sudden you're being your old jerk self again." You folded your arms.

"He asked about you." He shrugged.

"Like how?"

"He said he liked you, what more information do you need?"

"So what?"

"You like Jooheon, why are you questioning this?" He sounded offended.

"Maybe I changed my mind." You shrugged.

"Well then I can't help you there."

"Why are you acting like such an idiot. Yes I liked Jooheon but it changed once we started hanging out and now things feel different."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" He looked at you puzzled. You nodded confirming. "You're choosing me over him?"

"Why are you acting so surprised. I'm the one that should be surprised. You have been such a jerk to me. Who knew." He finally smiled.

"So finding out Jooheon likes you, means nothing."

"It means nothing." You smiled back. "So um, maybe we can make it official by going out tonight?"

"I don't get you." He shook his head amused and reached to hold your hand.

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fymonsta-x · 5 years

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[ARTICLE] See Which Harry Styles & Post Malone Songs Are Monsta X's 'All-Time Favorites': Takeover Tuesday Playlist

Ahead of their Jingle Ball appearances, Monsta X put together a playlist for Takeover Tuesday, which they dedicated to their all-time favorite songs. The guys (Hyungwon, I.M, Joohoney, Kihyun, Minhyuk and Shownu) each picked four or five songs for the playlist, including tunes by hitmakers like Harry Styles and Post Malone, as well as rising stars like Roddy Ricch and Ruel -- and, of course, a couple of tracks from Follow-Find You.

Shownu

Lauv, "Paris in the Rain": "It's a good song to listen to when you want to spend time by yourself."

Post Malone, "Paranoid": "This song is a mood."

24KGoldn, "Games On Your Phone": "I listen to this when I get bored or want to do something exciting!"

Ellie Goulding, Diplo, Swae Lee, "Close To Me": "It's a perfect song to listen to when you're in a happy vibe. Especially when you want to share that joy with everyone."

Minhyuk

Ruel, "Painkiller": "I’m so into this song lately, and the atmosphere is so good."

Harry Styles, "Lights Up": "This song is one of my all time favorites seriously. So I recommended it to the members, and I.M added it to his Playlist too."

Daniel Caesar, "Too Deep to Turn Back": "I can say this is my lullaby. It feels really good when I listen to it before I go to bed."

Kanye West, "Wouldn’t Leave": "My favorite artist! Kanye. He’s the best. Everything about this song is good."

Kihyun

Jon Boden, Sam Sweeney and Ben Coleman, "How Long Will I Love You": "Original sound track from my all time favorite movie [About Time]."

Coldplay, "Everyday Life": "It’s just so good."

Imagine Dragons, "Believer": "Vocals, lyrics, vibe, everything is on point."

MONSTA X, "Disaster": "I like the overall rhythm of this song."

Hyungwon

MONSTA X, "See You Again": "Lyrics, melody. That’s all."

D.O., "That’s Okay": "Because of his voice, the mood of the song is so attractive that I want to hear it over and over again."

Masego, "You Gon’ Learn Some Jazz Today": "[When I listen to this] I'm moving my body without realizing it!"

Martin Garrix feat. Jamie Scott & Romy, "So Far Away": "Listening to this song in the winter time feels so nice."

Joohoney

Roddy Ricch, "Every Season”: "I listen to this a lot these days."

Nipsey Hussle feat. Stacy Barthe, "Victory Lap”: "It’s a rap song that makes me focus on every word of the lyrics. I learned a lot from this song."

Post Malone, "Hollywood’s Bleeding": "As a fan of him, it’s the first track from the latest album and my favorite at the same time."

Logic feat. Alessia Cara & Khalid, "1-800-273-8255": "This song brings cheer to me."

Tessellated, "I Learnt Some Jazz Today": "It lifts my body with great feeling."

I.M

Harry Styles, "Lights Up": "I like this song because I like it. I hope Monbebe can feel me and like this song as well."

Goldlink, "Crew": "It’s a song that I really love. Always on top of my playlist."

Bas, "Nirvana": "The vocals on this track are super attractive."

Drake, "Girls Love Beyonce": "If you ask me to tell you just one of my favorite songs, this is the song."

I.M, "Scent": "A moody, addictive song. That’s why I recommend it to you."

Full article on billboard.com

#monsta x #mx6 #t: news #191211 #billboard

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thesnowinthemountains · 4 years

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Getting Lost with Monsta X

listen this is so long i’m so sorry i have no excuse

Shownu

“We should turn back, it’s gonna be dark soon,” he said. “No, wait, I know this path, it’s just a little further up.” You were certain you knew the way. You had grown up nearby, you recognized every fallen tree, every bump in the ground. He was certain you were lost; every forest looked the same to him. He sighed, but followed you. “Trust me,” you looked at him, eyes wide. “Sure,” he grumbled, “but I’m getting hungry, so it better not be too far.” You shook your head and walked on. It was only a few minutes until you found the clearing you were looking for. At the end of it was a wooden structure, the same you remembered from when you were a kid. You ran over to it and climbed up the old stairs. He hurried after you and stopped at the top. “Woah,” he breathed. “See? I told you,” you said, proud. In front of you was a view of the whole town. You couldn’t have timed it better - the sun was setting behind the old church at the bottom of the mountain, all the houses and neighbourhoods lit up in fiery orange, the sky deepening in purples and pinks. You sat at the edge of the structure and he followed, reading all the messages engraved in wood from generations of teenagers spending their youth here. He found one that was unmistakably yours - lyrics from one of your favorite songs - and chuckled. “Really?” he pointed it out to you. You shrugged and pointed out another that was your initials with another pair of initials centered in a heart. He frowned and rummaged through his bag until he found an old pen. “No-” you started, but he was already carving both of your initials in a blank space on the railing.

Wonho

“Are we just walking in circles? I feel like we’re just walking in circles.” You announce after an hour of what you deem to be pointless wandering. “It’s Venice, babe, it can’t be that hard to navigate,” he chuckles. You look around and throw your arms open. “How many times have we been here, though? I mean, look,” you point to a storefront, “that’s the weird little shop with the yellow writing in the window,” you point to another shop further up the way, “that’s the doll repair shop that’s super creepy but also quaint, like…” you trail off. “And over there’s the building with the spiral staircase around it, I know,” he sighs, finally admitting defeat. He glances around before nodding to a small restaurant a few steps away. “Let’s just get lunch for now, we’ll figure out the way later. I’m starving.” You scoff but nod. He leads the way into a dimly lit dining room with a large wood oven at the back, and the smell of fresh pasta surrounds you.

Minhyuk

“I can’t believe you don’t know how to read a map,” Minhyuk scoffs, looking over the huge paper sprawled on the hood of the car. He pulled over the car fifteen minutes ago after figuring out that neither of you knew where you were going. “My apologies, I only grew up in the twenty first century. I didn’t expect I would ever need to,” you bite back, annoyed. You didn’t expect to lose cell reception either, but here you are, on a country road somewhere in the American Midwest. He cocks his head at you. Surely there would be a town nearby, but neither of you have ever been here before, so it’s difficult to tell. “This is what we get for deciding a good old-fashioned American road trip was a good idea,” Minhyuk mumbles, still staring at the map hopelessly. He wouldn’t admit it, but he never learned to read a road map either. A pickup truck finally comes over the horizon and eventually slows to a stop beside you. “You folks lost?” the gruff man at the wheel asks. “No, thanks,” Minhyuk replies dryly. The driver shrugs and speeds away. “Minhyuk!” You cry, eyes wide. “What? I figured it out, look, we’re here,” he points at a random stretch of road on the map. “Whatever,” you sigh, not believing him. “Get in. I’m driving this time!” You call over the car.

Kihyun

“Do you know the way back?” he slurs with a giggle. Maybe you two did have too much wine with dinner, after all. “No, but it’s Paris, let’s just walk and see where it takes us,” you wrap yourself around him. He kisses you right as rain starts falling and you both cry out laughing. “Come here, I’ll protect you,” he holds you against his side, throwing his jacket open and holding the side of it over your head. You explode into giggles before pointing up at a white marble tower ahead, lit up from all sides. You gasp. “What is that?” You stop, staring. “Not the Eiffel tower, I can tell you that,” he replies. You pause in the rain, pulling out your phone to get a picture, hoping it comes out as well as you want it to. “Hey, there’s the metro!” Kihyun exclaims proudly. “Found it!” He grins. You run through the rain into the warm underground. The next morning, when you look at the pictures you took, they’re all blurred by rain and light, but you smile, finding the atmosphere captured perfectly.

Hyungwon

Hyungwon had wanted to see a DJ’s set at a music festival while you wanted to catch one of your favorite bands. You’d agreed to go your separate ways and meet up later for the last set of the night - the headliner. There was a path cut through the crowd to get from one stage to another, and you’d agreed to meet near the headliner’s stage. When you got there, however, Hyungwon was nowhere in sight. You paced around the path, looking around, until a security guard shooed you, saying no one was to stay in the ‘circulation lane’. You shrugged and went around to the other side of the gate, standing on the edge of it to try to see over everyone’s heads. “Step down from there,” the same guard barks at you. “I’m trying to find someone,” you snap, annoyed, but step down. You check your phone and Hyungwon is trying to find you too, so you call him. “Hey, where are you?” he asks the second he picks up. “I’m at the circulation thing, behind the big fountain,” you turn to look at the fountain, lasers from the stage ahead beaming into the water. “Oh, shit, that’s not where I am, wait,” with that he hangs up. You see the guard further down, facing away, so you climb the gate again, looking around. “I told you to get down from there,” the guard rushes back, screaming. An arm wraps around your waist from behind and you’re ready to elbow whoever it is before you spin and find Hyungwon pulling you down. “Woah, just me!” he exclaims, laughing, “Someone piss you off?” You nod at the security guard. Hyungwon gives him a quick glare but grins, pulling you away. “You shouldn’t argue with the security. You know they can actually kick you out?” He chuckles, giving you a quick kiss on the side of your head. “I know,” you pout, “I was just worried. I couldn’t find you.”

Jooheon

“I literally can’t believe we got lost. Like, I can’t believe it,” Jooheon was repeating for the millionth time. You laughed. “Don’t laugh,” he looked at you, “we were literally at a neighbour’s house. How are we lost?” he asked incredulously. “We just moved into the neighbourhood, I’m sure if we just keep walking we’ll find something,” you laughed again. The neighbours had invited you over as a sort of reverse-housewarming. Normally, you didn’t talk to neighbours much, but this was the first house you’d bought together, and you hoped it would be a long-term thing. Getting along with neighbours was key, plus they were actually pretty cool; they had dogs. The sun had long set and you looked up at the stars you had never been able to see from the city. Gazing down, you found a park and ran to it. “Where are you going?” Jooheon shouted after you. “Come on,” you cried back with a grin. You hurried to the swing set and sat. There was no more efficient way to bring on a wave of nostalgia. Jooheon chuckled as he came to sit on the swing beside you. “Are we teenagers sharing feelings?” he asked. “We can be,” you offered. There was a comfortable silence before he spoke. “We shouldn’t stay here too long, it’s getting late and we don’t actually know where we are.” “Listen,” you lent an ear to the distance and he did the same. “What am I hearing?” he asked. “A boulevard. If we walk toward it, we’ll find our street.” “Ah, see, that’s why I love you,” he replied. “Supernatural hearing?” you giggled. He nodded wisely.

Changkyun

Changkyun was looking around, clearly worried, which did nothing to ease the stress and exhaustion you felt. You’d gone to a club for Halloween, and it was fun, everyone was dressed up. The atmosphere was perfect, the music was even good which almost never happens, but now it was almost 4 AM. You were in a short dress and it was freezing cold even after Changkyun had sacrificed his jacket for you. He was walking around in nothing but a long-sleeved shirt, his nose rosy from the cold. You felt bad, but you were still shivering violently, so you didn’t say anything. “Look, the last bus should be here any minute, we’re gonna have to hurry,” he said finally. You nodded. He grabbed your hand and lead you to the bus stop, a few street corners away. There was a spot on the bench in the shelter and you hurried to it because, to top it all off, it was starting to rain. Other people huddled around the bus stop, some of them loud, some of them obviously drunk or high. Changkyun stood in front of you in the bus shelter and sighed, looking at the time on his phone. Any minute now. You turned to some guys who were obnoxiously loud. You were seriously drained, you wished you could spawn into your warm bed; anything was annoying to you at that point. You started to stand, prepared to give them a piece of your mind - it was late and they should be respectful of the fact that there were others around - but Changkyun held you by the shoulder and sat you back down. “It’s not worth it, babe. We’ll be home soon, okay?” he murmured. You nodded and looked out at the street, spotting the bus in the distance. “Oh, thank god,” you whispered, hurrying to the curb.

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softly-savage-mint-yoongi · 5 years

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Pairing: Jooheon x f!reader Genre: smut Words: 3.7k Perhaps it is a cataclysmic storm of stress that drives you to this point. Your work not giving you a productive and jovial reprieve as it so usually did, and even then, returning to the apartment is no better. It is a sad and chilled place, all darker, wet shades cast against the cream colored walls. The sky, too, seems to be weeping for your loneliness in bleak disdain Perhaps it is that you simply missed him. Need to be with him to survive.

Perhaps it is a cataclysmic storm of stress that drives you to this point. Your work not giving you a productive and jovial reprieve as it so usually did, and even then, returning to the apartment is no better. It is a sad and chilled place, all darker, wet shades cast against the cream colored walls. The sky, too, seems to be weeping for your loneliness in bleak disdain.

Perhaps it is that you simply missed him. Need to be with him to survive.

It is this thought, on a damp Wednesday evening during your unappetizing dinner alone, sick of silence as your only companion, that makes you to pick up your phone with sure intent and book a flight for the heinous time of early morning, not six hours from now.

You feel jittery at the prospect of seeing him. You know he will try to text you soon to bid you goodnight from half way across the world.

You don’t sleep. Instead, you pack a bag, thankful you were responsible enough to fill the void of time with normal chores like laundry throughout the week. You shower, attempting to relax even a little.

Decidedly, while waiting for the taxi to take you to the airport, you should text him. Maybe... not him? Maybe one of his brothers? You feel like he might enjoy the surprise.

Texting Kihyun is easy and you trust he will keep your secret safe. It’s midday where they are so you know he will get it.

While you’re on the plane, knowingly a long one, you have time to email your boss and explain that you’re taking the remainder of your use or lose leave for the week but that you’ll be available to deal with email traffic as usual. Luckily, your career is one where this poses no problem, but you still hope she isn’t upset with you when your last paragraph explains you’ll be elsewhere in the world for the time being.

Kihyun also responds and holds a conversation with you via text about your impending visit. His excessive use of emojis tells you he is delighted you’re choosing to scheme with him, and assures you that Jooheon never shuts up about how much he misses you, even without asking.

You sleep, or what you will attempt to pass as sleep, on the eleven hour flight. Not many passengers are on this plane as the hour and day are not typical for travelers. The occasional business person but most of them are sleeping soundly. Jitters keep you awake, too aware to let your sense dip into full unconsciousness.

The attendant sees your restlessness and is kind enough to ask you if you might like coffee, having consumed the large cup you brought with you on the plane hours ago. You smile at her gratefully and nod.

Once you land, it’s difficult to keep the anxious vibrations of your being calm enough to hail a taxi without looking like a madwoman.

Scrolling through your phone, a video about Monsta X pops up. About their concert tour dates, and a smile curls your lips happily. A particular image of Jooheon shows across the video during a performance of Alligator.

You know it by the leather pauldron strapped to his shoulder and across his chest and this outfit is one that puts you on your knees for him too quickly. He giggled like a child and blushed deeply when you whispered such thoughts to him the first time you saw him wearing it weeks ago during a visit to the video shooting.

It dawns on you suddenly, forcefully, that he will be looking like a god and you’re wearing leggings and an oversized hooded sweatshirt, one of his in fact, complete with mismatched fruit socks shoved into an old pair of his Nike’s. Your hair is haphazardly piled on your head underneath a baseball cap and you’re not wearing a smear of makeup.

You grimace, unsure if you even remembered to put on more deodorant during the flight, instead shoving your hand haphazardly into your carry on across the seat and shuffling around until you find it.

You send a text to Kihyun, telling him you’re en route on land to their concert venue and he replies with a picture of the venue, circling the staff entrance you need to go through in messy, thick red lines. They’re about to start performing, this you know.

Part of you is sad you’ll be unable to watch even half of the concert, but the rest of you is thankful that you will not have to fight to be overbearingly discreet to get in without fans noticing and thankful that you will not have to wait the full concert duration to see your loving boyfriend.

The venue is booming as your driver pulls toward the entrance, but you roll your window down anyway. Kihyun, ever doting on all of his brothers and their closely kept someone’s, has already taken the liberty of telling the staff and venue security of your arrival via taxi.

Jiyeon, as you know her, greets you in the underground garage, all warm smiles and excitement as you know is her nature. She is the sun, and her tangerine colored tresses bounce in joy as she gestures for you to follow once you’ve paid your driver and thanked him.

It is difficult to hear her through the booming music of the arena, Hyunwoo’s smooth vocals, the lyrics of Dramarama flow through your heart and you scoff to yourself, finding it fitting.

Jiyeon is guiding you to the lounge where you know you’ll see your favorite pair of cats surely luxuriating in comfort on couches or chairs as they await their owners return.

She shows you the door but does not open it. Before she departs, impishly, you ask, “Does he have a dressing room, by chance?”

Her smile warps into one of knowing and she giggles, cooing lewdly enough to make you roll your eyes at her before you succumb to being a giggling mess right along with her.

“Yes, it’s this way.” She gasps after a moment to corral her giggles into a sentence.

It isn’t far from the lounge that you walk, too caught up in the literal buzzing of your very soul in anticipation of him. The marrow in your bones quaking with the straining effort to feel him, somewhere close but not within reach. This feeling makes you tired from the continuous adrenaline surging thunderously through your veins.

It’s been five weeks since you’ve felt his warmth. He has never gone on tour for this long, or at least not without a break where he could fly home for two days.

Memories of his brothers, his members interrupting a facetime call to groan at you about how awful he is during tour because he misses you and is irritable and whiny. Asking you to desperately come and see him during the next tour, Hoseok in particular whining loudly for you to promise not to make him suffer Jooheon’s attitude. You remember agreeing with a laugh and Jooheon’s pout disappearing from his lips in hope from your phone screen.

By the time you reach the door and are left with your thoughts, you don’t notice there is a new song beginning. Upon entering and setting your bag down beside his, you smile. His phone is plugged in, sitting on the table, with your latest selfie softly glowing on the screen while it charges.

Your eyes catch the small television monitor above the door, thinking it’s probably the same feed as the main camera that lights up the projectors on stage.

Something heavy slinks into your gut, as if you’ve finally let the weight of the last 24 hours pull you down into the upholstered swivel chair seated in the center of the small room.

Alligator is playing on the screen, the live feed showcasing Hyungwon and Minhyuk’s pre-chorus lines. The pair are wearing such lucid expressions but their outfits and postures vocalize the danger, gesturing around the choreography before Kihyun takes center for the chorus.

You find the breath in your lungs is not enough, overcome with something visceral as Jooheon now takes center from the back and walking forward. You can feel your body heating with desire for him, molten hot magma pooling in your core, your mouth watering at the sight of him.

Not just at him physically, but because you have him so completely does this feast for your eyes seem cruel because he is not a meal you may consume right in this instant, when the pleasure of his being is so close. His eyes and his voice and his body moving in shapes that instill something alluring and dark.

The words he is spitting, you know do it in for you. Words of increasing tension, danger, having you, always you, in his radar. In his cosmos, his galaxy. Every star a blip on the radar but yours is the biggest and brightest to him, and the only one he cares to explore.

It sets your skin ablaze, and you find the shoes on your feet have to be kicked off, the heat escaping through the soles of your feet bringing you such little relief.

All of the implication of this song, not just their looks, are not helpful. It’s not helpful the way Changkyun thrusts his hips into his own hand during his part. It’s not helpful the way they step closer to the crowd, through a sheer wall of rain to walk on water on the lower stage.

Your head swims, or more aptly, floats at sea while you watch them dance. Splashing around purposefully to get themselves wet.

You have to suppress the groan that claws at your chest as your eyes remain fixed, hooded and unblinking at the monitor.

The ending, which you love too much for your own good yields a whimper from you. On screen, Jooheon is standing on Hoseok’s right, close to the camera and thighs constricted in those devilish leather pants as he dances. An effect on the projector puts the fire behind them and slows their movements so you can see it all over again in the way he twists his body toward the center, all clawed fingers and teeth twisted into a silent snarl before they tuck into the body rolls.

The way Jooheon’s eyes bore into the camera during such an act have you throwing off the baseball cap and adjusting your hair into a tight bun to distract yourself. His hair is a little wet, as if he had showered twenty minutes ago and he is looking at the lens as if he knows you are here and he knows he will consume you completely.

He looks at it with a promise that has you weak in the knees and desperate for him. The emptiness at the center of your being reminding you that he is not here to ignite you, burn you to ashes for some sense of relief. Not in this moment. Not yet.

Not until, as the song ends and the stage grows dark with screams from their fans, your body begins to tremble with the force of anticipating him.

There’s a possibility they may not come completely back stage for the remainder of the show. During such a pause you are flinging yourself from the chair to rummage around in Jooheon’s bag, knowing he keeps a huge container of water there.

You’re swigging it, lukewarm, finding some semblance of relief to the aching dryness of your throat. The moment you contemplate if he might come back to his dressing room, the door swings open and there he is.

He screams at first, completely startled at having a person in his dressing room which should normally be empty. You feel a collection of emotions at this. First, you try to swallow the mouthful of water without laughing. Second, you feel so light with relief you’re worried you might float away.

It takes him a moment of pouting and whining at being caught so off guard to register his shock, and it fades in the wake of his pure delight at having you here.

“Is it really you?” he asks, playful but needing reassurance that you are in fact, here.

“I missed you.” is all you say in reply, breathless at the cadence of his voice as it invades you.

He closes the distance with a simple stride, pulling you into him all at once and neither of you hesitate to find each others lips.

“I missed you, too.” he says between your lips, his tongue seeking to trace your own. His hands are gripping your waist firmly, bunching at the fabric of the sweatshirt.

When he has had his fill for a moment, needing a drink, he reaches behind you for the canister you set on the counter.

You’re amazed by your own patience at having him here, now, and letting him release your mouth so soon. While he takes his time, watching you watch him, your eyes rove over his throat, bobbing with each swallow. His white shirt, dabbled with water, and down to those foreboding leather pants. Those pants that, true to your words, make you sink to your knees.

“Baby what are you doing?” he gently asks, eyebrow cocked and head tilted, but otherwise fixed with the canteen still perched at his mouth.

You don’t respond verbally. Your hands rise, palms heavy with a warmth Jooheon can feel permeating through the skin of his thighs.

Something in the way you touch him, even such a simple touch, has an intention so powerful he doesn’t have to receive an answer from you to know.

The physical aspect of your relationship has always been a carnivorous, visceral thing, tangible even through simple eye contact and always relentless, knowing full well what the other is thinking and capable of knowing by simply reading the sparks between your bodies.

“Baby, there’s no time.” he whines lowly, leaning over you to set the canteen back on the counter. His hands tell you otherwise, in the way they move to caress your face and his hips remain still for you. Just now, Changkyun and Hyungwon are being heralded as angels when they enter for their paired stage according to the monitor.

Your whimper of a simple plea is all it takes to break his willpower, hissing through his teeth and taking two steps back to lean against the door.

Immediately, on all fours, you follow, allowing him the three seconds it takes for those pants to be undone. You choke as you pull them down with effort, half way to his knees.

He is already pulling himself out, half hard at the idea of indulging you and the risk associated with this encounter. He knows you don’t care that his skin is slick with sweat. He knows your desired secrets, one of which is how much this turns you on.

You don’t want to waste any time with this, immediately fisting the base of him and welcoming the length of him into your mouth.

Jooheon slaps the back of his hand to his mouth to stifle his whine. You smile around his cock when you hear his choked, breathy iteration of the word ‘fuck’.

His free hand rests at the back of your head, the pads of his fingers gently pushing into the tender flesh of your neck to urge you closer into him.

You give him everything you know he loves. Everything you know will make him fall apart around your pink lips that you know of. Your tongue dances along the vein running along the underside of him, the pad of your thumb ghosting over the space between his cock and his balls.

When you ascend, you suck hardest just around the head, dipping your tongue into him to collect the excretion of his need for you.

Your body is aching for him desperately. You can feel arousal pooling against your clothed core and you whimper at the lack of attention.

You note his thighs are shaking slightly and his breathing is labored. Stuttered, he sucks in gasps as if he is trying to make it last.

Unable to stop yourself, the hand you were bracing against his thigh slips down his leg, your fingers finding yourself, uncaring that it is through the fabric of the leggings that you touch yourself.

The relief is minuscule, but enough to make you whine with a mouth full of his cock. Jooheon moans in reply, his eyes nearly closed as he watches you take him.

When your eyes meet, he is suddenly pulling you off of him and hefting you up off the floor.

“Fuck, baby.” is all he can croak out. You’re confused at why he stopped you until he has already got his fingers beneath the band of your leggings.

“Oh.” comes your breathless voice.

His hands are hot at your hips as he yanks the fabric down your thighs, right along with your panties. Then he is turning you around, gently pressing your shoulder to bend for him. A desperate whine bubbles past your lips when you realize his intention is to have you.

“Can’t I have you like this?” he implores, even though you both know he doesn’t have to. His brow furrows, eyes pulling away from the glistening heat between your thighs to fix you with a stare through the mirror.

You nod, gripping the counter and pushing your hips back. The way your ass is pressed against his lap makes him bite his lip, and he swallows hard.

“Use your words, baby.”

The instant “please” you whine in reply has his cock sinking deep into you with gratification.

You both moan, too caught up in making the most out of this quick interaction to care if others can hear you.

Jooheon’s hands are all over you. Mapping your body and squeezing a breast through the fabric of the oversized hoodie before sinking down to find your clit with ease.

He moans at how wet you are, the sweetest sound to your ears, while he begins rubbing tight circles against you. There is nothing stopping the cry that spills from you, mouth dropping open and body tightening like a bowstring.

Luckily you have been so aroused for the last hour that it takes nearly no time at all before Jooheon is leaning over your body and growling into your shoulder. He doesn’t seem surprised how little it’s taking to bring you to the edge.

“Baby, oh... baby.” his grunts, gasps of encouragement and pleasure seep into your bones like liquid fire and watching the fucked out expression on his face through the mirror has you breaking around him.

You fight to keep your eyes open, crying out against the sleeve of the hoodie. You can vaguely hear him calling you beautiful, so beautiful over and over as he fucks into your core with a desperation you missed.

When his arm circles your waist you know he is about to come. Keeping you tightly secured to him has always been a tell-tale sign of his impending orgasm. This time is no different as his thrusts become uncoordinated and he can’t help the clipped, stuttered breaths he doesn’t know he has been holding to stave it off until he releases all of the air in his lungs with one long moan. His hips remain pressed, sweaty, against your ass as you feel the scorching fullness of his release soaking you.

The shallow thrusts he finished with are more of a grind as he nuzzles his face into the hood of your top against your back. You’re both breathing heavily as your eyes flick to the mirror to make contact.

The smile he gives in return melts you. For a brief moment, you relax, basking in the love you share with him.

Until an obnoxious knock on the door bolts you both upright.

Kihyun’s voice is sharp and reprimanding when he speaks from the other side, “I am not even going to pretend like I don’t know what’s going on in there, but you’ve got about fifteen seconds before I knock down this door!”

You smile so impishly at one another before Jooheon is flying, grabbing a tissue to clean himself up and stuffing himself back into his pants. You think he always looks good enough to eat, no matter what.

He leans in close to you as you pluck a few tissues from the box, arm circling your waist and pulling you to him.

With his lips at your temple, “Keep it all in like a good girl and I’ll reward you tonight.” he whispers.

The flush of your cheeks at his words has an adorable laugh splitting his lips into a dimpled grin. He kisses your hair before he lets go to slip out of the door.

You stand there momentarily before pulling your clothes back on, listening to Kihyun berating him from the other side of the door as they hustle away.

Once you’re finished and comfortably lounging in the chair, you realize you have several texts. You’re half watching the performance continue from the monitor while you read through them.

The embarrassment paints itself across your cheeks as you read, realizing that Kihyun was not the only one you guessed heard what you and Jooheon were up to.

A simple set of the eggplant, eyes and water spray emojis in one text from Hoseok followed by a thumbs up emoji made you laugh out loud.

Kihyun’s several texts consisted of mock disappointment about having a little more patience and at least waiting until the concert was over.

Changkyun sent a glittering rainbow sticker that said, 'NICE', followed by a button-mashing of letters, followed by a third text that said in all capitals that he missed you and you had better be staying for a few days and he wanted a hug.

You sighed, resigning to watch the rest of the performance.

Needless to say, the time spent with them, especially Jooheon thereafter, was blissful.

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monstaxnight · 5 years

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You write so beautifully! Thank you for sharing your talent~ I tend to get a little anxious and scared during thunderstorms. How would the members take the fear away?

shownu;

drapes his tee over your body instead and coaxes you against him. dressed in his arms and his heat, the thunder becomes the sound of his steady heartbeat and the lightning the stars of his woody scent against your skin.

he doesn’t need to tell you that you’re safe with him, that he’d never let anything hurt you. you feel it as his lips linger on your neck, as his fingers spread across your hip to hold you tight.

it’s out there, he whispers as your heartbeat slows in rhythm with his, and you’re in here with me.

wonho;

understands that you’re scared without you having to whisper it to him, his fingers instinctively finding you beneath the sheets to massage reassuring little love hearts into your ribs.

he nearly melts when you move across the mattress towards him, loving the way you still need him, loving the way earlier hurts immediately don’t matter anymore.

kisses the shivers from your skin with slow shhh’s, soft and dusky lips pressing your shoulders and cheekbones until the sensation of his body burns deeper than the fear of the storm ever could.

minhyuk;

pulls the dark sheets over your heads like a soft, dreamy shield that protects you from the storm raging outside and cocoons you in the cozy shelter of his heart.

he does whatever he can to see that beautiful smile kiss your lips, to make you forget about your fear and focus only on the fact that he’s right there with you.

look at me, he tells you as he runs his thumb across the smile tugging your bottom lip, and tell me you love me.

kihyun;

opens the windows to the rain and wind and encourages you not to be afraid. grabs you by the wrist and stops just short of pulling you from the sheets. he smirks as he asks, do you trust me?

your heart is pounding, but he holds you still as he helps you reach out into the rain, as he laughs in your ear and chases the lightning with his fingers and the touch of his lips over your wild heartbeat.

he thinks it’s so beautiful, and wants you to also, now you know what my heart feels like whenever i’m around you.

hyungwon;

runs his fingertips across your face as though chasing the worry away, pouting his lips as though silently kissing until you’re numb to the night around you.

slipping a bud into your ear, the soft and deep bass drowning out the clash of the night. looking into his dark eyes, everything falls away except for the music in your ears and the beauty of hyungwon’s storm shadowed skin.

turning your eyes to watch the storm from the window, the music making it seem somehow beautiful; lightning like silent art flashing across a moody canvas.

jooheon;

quick kisses and barely there back-rubs, soft reassurances whispered against the breathless pout of your lips, tell me what you need.

a part of that possessive heart of his loves that you’re scared because he loves the way it brings you so close into him, the soft way that you slide your fingers beneath his tee to feel his heartbeat.

but a part of that soft soul of his also loves that you’re there for him, too; that he can hold you a little tighter when the thunder rages through the darkness, but pretend like he’s doing it all for you.

changkyun;

closes the blinds to shut out the night, the vibrations from deep music drowning the shake of the storm with relentless bass and reckless volume.

in the middle of his studio, inside neon dreams that seem a million worlds away from any rainstorm, he pulls you into the slowest of slow dances.

it’s just us, he tells you with that dark romance and dizzying distraction, as he presses your body against his and sings filthy lyrics into your ear, we can make our own storms baby, can’t we?

#monsta x #monsta x reaction #monsta x imagine

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kpopboysreact · 5 years

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Monsta X Reaction - Saying You Love Them for the First Time

A reaction for the sweetheart and monthly giveaway winner, @moedits 😘

Shownu

You leaned back against Shownu’s chest in bed, listening to the soft sound of rain hitting the pavement outside. His breaths were steady, guiding your mind into a peaceful bliss. His lips grazed your ear, then found your neck. “Shownu...” Shownu stopped, waiting to hear what you had to say. “You...you know I love you, don't you?” You felt Shownu’s heart begin to race against your back, and you blushed slightly. “I...I love you too, y/n.”

Wonho

His lips were melodies against yours, playing the song of your love. Though unsaid, it was so, so present. You were his and he was yours, and Wonho was just about to prove that to you. But you wanted to make sure that he knew it. “Wonho, I-” “No...” You tilted your head, confused. “Don't say it, I need to say it first.” Wonho pulled you back against him, sitting down on the bed and moving you to straddle his strong thigh. Wonho took your chin between his fingers and made you look at him. “I. Love. You.” Wonho spoke, between kisses. “I love you too.” You giggled. “Oh, I know...Now, show me how much.”

Minhyuk

“Get back here, Y/N!!!!” Minhyuk chased you through the Monsta X dorms, pillow in hand, shattering a few vases as he attempted to catch you. “Hey Minhyuk!?” “Yeah??” “I love you!!!” “You wha-” Minhyuk tripped on a chair leg, falling to the ground face first. Thankfully, his fall was broken by the pillow he’d intended on throwing at you. “What did you say??” “I dunno...” You winked at your boyfriend. “You’ll have to catch me first!”

Kihyun

You're my world, you're my world, save me... It had been a week since you and your boyfriend got into a fight so bad that you hadn't spoken to each other. Kihyun thought he could get you off his mind, until he found himself looking into the lyrics of some of Monsta X’s songs, the pure ones that reminded him of his feelings for you. And apparently, he wasn't the only one who still felt them. Kihyun’s phone buzzed awake on the table, and he answered it quickly. “Hey...” You sighed on the other end. “I only argue with you because I care about you, y’know? I love you...” “I love you too, y/n. Shit...Shit, where are you? I’m coming now.”

Hyungwon

You and your boyfriend were playing the game you often played over breakfast, the “what if” game, where you reminded each other that you would never leave each other even in the strangest of situations. “What if I shaved my head?” Hyungwon asked first. “Wouldn't care. What if I gained 400 pounds?” “Wouldn't care. What if I never cleaned a day in my life?” “Wouldn't care. What if...” You bit your lip and Hyungwon looked up at you, puzzled by your pause. “What if I told you I love you?” “...” Hyungwon looked into your eyes and smiled, “Wouldn't care. What if-” “Hey!”

Jooheon

Jooheon had been down lately. You weren't coming around his dorm as often and he began to think that maybe you didn't like him anymore. Maybe you didn't really lo- Ding Dong Jooheon ran to answer the door, and was relieved to see you on the other side of it “Y/N! I wasn't expecting you!” “What? I told you I’d stop by some time this week.” “Yeah, but...it’s Friday night...” You chuckled when Jooheon pouted. “You didn't miss me too much, did you?” “Of course I did. I thought...you know, maybe you don't...” Jooheon’s cheeks erupted into a blush that spread down his neck. “You know...” “Of course I love you.” You said and embraced him. “L-Love??” Jooheon squeezed you back. “Sorry for doubting you. I love you, too.”

I.M

You’d written a song for Kyun to express your feelings, and decided to play it for him on your one-month anniversary. “That was so beautiful, y/n. I can't believe you wrote that for me. What’s it called?” “Ah, it’s a cheesy title...” “Well, come on! What is it??” Kyun attacked you by tickling your sides until you gave in. “Okay! Okay! It’s called...I Love You.” Changkyun smiled softly. “You're right, that is cheesy.” He kissed your nose and spoke quietly, “But what else can be expected from two people in love with each other?”

#monsta x reactions #monsta x #Kpop reactions #kpop #shownu #wonho #minhyuk #kihyun #hyungwon #jooheon #changkyun

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yixinghoneybee · 2 years

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Let's have a mini Kihyun marathon with his first single album "VOYAGER", OST "IS THIS LOVE" and his first mini album "YOUTH". A very nice collection of songs here. My highlights were the gorgeous ", (COMMA)", the dark intense "RAIN", the beautiful acoustic and smooth "IS THIS LOVE", the meaningful "Youth" with its uplifting lyrics and MV, the fun 80s synth pop "STARDUST" and the real nice "'Cause Of You". Three really great releases 👍😍😘💝💕💓💖💗💞

#monsta x #kihyun #voyager #is this love #youth

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atiny-piratequeen · 5 years

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Fie’s Super Helpful Tips (Not Really) #1: Fighting Scenes

Hi! I was thinking earlier about some of the songs I’ve put in my playlist and I know sometimes my friendos and followers ask me for help every now and then, so I’ve decided to try my hand at giving you all a little peek into my writing process, and maybe it can help someone else along the way? If not...shiber posted this-

Anyway, I’ve been writing for over a decade and I’ve decided to not only give you all some of the things I go through, but also post some snippets from a fic I wrote back when I was younger on FF, and some snippets from my BTS fic Still Standing, since there’s a fair share of fighting/action scenes in that, so be aware that there is some spoilers when it comes to SS, if any armytiny was interested in reading it. The screenshots from the other fic are fine because no one’s gonna be reading that ya yeet.

Anyway, tips and cool raptor tricks under the cut! *kick flips*

So, for me, the most important part of my writing process is always finding the right music. I know some people have issues focusing when it comes to writing with songs with lyrics, because it may make them distracted. If you’re this type of person, feel free to make a playlist of songs that are instrumental, that may help better.

For me, with all of my scenes, but especially my fighting ones, I find songs that make me see certian scenes like a music video. For the examples, I’ll pull songs I have for my Against the Tide (Ateez OT8) playlist

So, when you think of fighting scenes, what do you think of? Rock songs? Metal?

Those two are the most common songs that come to mind when it comes to writing or visualizing fighting or action heavy scenes. I have some songs in my playlist from those genres that are there specifically for parts in later chapters that have very in depth and intricate fighting. (E.x Ludens- Bring me the Horizon, Literally every Babymetal track, Zoetrope-Yanaginagi and Piri-Dreamcatcher (yes, I’m counting Dreamcatcher as rock + Kpop bc it is, fight me).

But, sometimes, you can even formulate really visual scenes from songs that are not as suspecting (edm is a common third place to rock and metal but you can also use some pop and even jazz songs!)

Going back to my own playlist, I have some songs specifically for fight/action-based scenes that one may not overtly think would work for that kind of scene like:

Underground- Lindsey Sterling, The Sky Falls- Xai, and probably the most ??? Butterfly Effect-Exo.

Butterfly Effect is the outlier in all of these songs, right? How can something so beautiful with it’s lyrics have anything to do with fighting?

The answer is the tone. Sometimes you have to invision scenes out of the norm. Step back away from the usual fighting in the rain in a forest or running through a busy city doing disgusting amounts of collateral damage and think with your eyes closed.

Listen to Butterfly Effect, if you could, and think of the following:

Your protagonist is down on their luck, they’re close to losing to our main antagonist. Instead of having them in a dark area, imagine them somewhere brightly lit, such as a purgatory-esque place, but instead of a mute white, it’s all blue. Your muses fight, your protagonist losing their traction, and with it, their hope.

But then they think of the people who have helped them along the way, maybe? They think of what needs to be protected. They think of the people that would be effected by them losing this. Think of them falling, images of all they know and love passing the by as they nearly lose. They can’t, they won’t, they have to win!

‘You’re saving my life~’

Your muse catches their second wind! They fight back, and maybe with this, they can win? Or at least buy some time?

Fighting scenes can be as fun as they can be terrifying. Sometimes it helps to make your protagonist dominate, only to lose in the end because of their arrogance. Sometimes it’s the other way around.

But, for me, the first step is being able to close your eyes, and listen. Listen to your music, and listen to your thoughts, and jot down as much as you can so you don’t lose it! When you’re ready, go into your scene with those notes in your mind or in your notes, and move on to the next step.

Know your muses when you write. If they’re humans, do a little research and find out what kind of wounds can completely disarm someone, what kind of wounds cause permanent damage, and what kind of treatment some wounds may take to heal, be maintained. Know that some gashes heal within two-three weeks with proper stitching, while some require more medical attention and the like.

You have more liberties when it comes to mystical and supernatural fics, but you also can be down to earth with your fighting. Even immortals get fatigued, so keep that in mind. Engage your viewers, make your work heart pounding, but also you add a layer of realism if you don’t always make your characters OP.

Something to keep in mind as well is how well your character is at their fighting skill. Someone who doesn’t know how to fight may injure themselves punching wrong or trying to use a weapon they’re not familiar with. Don’t be afraid to write this in your scenes! Someone throwing a sloppy punch can turn the tide, or someone not accounting for the kickback of a gun could lead to them dropping it, or injuring themselves.

With powers, don’t be afraid to be descriptive when it comes to what they do. there’s a website called powerlisting.wikia that you all can stop by and check out when it comes to choosing powers, and learning more about their names and limitations, as well as their applications.

Of course, you are the writer and you can change these at will, but it’s also nice to have some form of idea to visualize when it comes to your characters using their powers. Describe the fire, know that different temperatures have different colors! Describe how a character may be surprised to find they have a new power, or that their power does something it didn’t originally do.

Know that the more a character uses their powers, the more smoothly they will use them in battle, and that sometimes their powers may be an extension of themselves.

Example time!

So I’ll be showing you some of my works and talking a little about the scenes in particular.

Written back in 2016 ish, the scenes pictured hits on what I mentioned before. Having the protagonist go through the motions of their final attack after a long fight. Something that by all accounts, usually pays off, right? But there’s this open ended feeling of not knowing if they fully killed our antagonist because of the escape (contrary to what is said at the end, she did, in fact, survive the attack, but only barely.)

With charged attacks, make sure you take some time before it’s fired, especially if its for something large. The more time you put between letting your reader know it was charging, to the moment its actually fired, you give the reader a sense of scale when it comes to how powerful it is.

Is the attacker prone to attack? Are they being protected? Do they have to start over if interrupted? These are things to consider. I’ll add a longer snippet from my BTS work now for another example of a different styled fight scene. It’s rather lengthy and again, it has spoilers for a portion of SS, so be aware of that.

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Jungkook didn’t wait around for any instructions, solidifying his body in crystal as he bolted for them, eyes dark and full of rage. The boys knew that look well. It was the same Jungkook used when he used to fight in the Arena.

Wonho was the one to step forward, eyes wild as he met him halfway, dodging the first punch Jungkook threw at him by ducking. He swung his head up, cracking the top of it against the younger man’s jaw. Jungkook hardly budged, smiling back when he saw a trail of blood run down between Wonho’s eyes.

“Didn’t think that through, did you-” Jungkook’s sarcastic remark was cut short when Wonho reeled back, punching him square in the gut, cracking the crystal. He stumbled back, and all of the other members of his cluster flinched from the intense pain as well. Wonho let out a beast-like sound, lunging to strike him again.

“Wonho’s already flipped the switch. Go, I’ll keep an eye on him.” Kihyun instructed the other standing mercenaries, the palm of his hand glowing purple as he pressed it over Hyungwon’s eyes, whispering something.

Yoongi’s shadows stretched across the floor to try and slow Wonho down from the flurry of fists he was sending Jungkook’s way but Jooheon was on them in an instant, moving faster than Yoongi could process, kicking away any of the shadows before they got close.

“Fuck! I can’t get close!” He hissed, blocking his front when Jooheon appeared in front of him with a vicious spinning kick aimed for his chest. Yoongi just barely missed taking the full impact, if it hadn’t been for the shadows that instinctually protected him whenever Jooheon got close. The fiery dimpled man didn’t seem too put off by this, though.

In fact, the attacks only got more relentless, with Yoongi having to go on the complete defense as Jooheon bombarded him with kick after kick, disappearing in a blur before the DJ could lash back at him.

“Hyung, hold on!” Taehyung spread his arms apart, several shards of ice aimed Yoongi’s way. Maybe if he could just slow Jooheon down-

“Tae, move!”

Tae flinched, eyes wide as Jin all but threw himself behind him, summoning a barrier to block the large bear paw that nearly came crashing down on him. Hyunwoo’s arms and legs had grown thicker in size, shaped like bear paws. The fur around his arms and legs were the same color as his hair and the tips of his claws seemed to be longer and shinier than normal claws, though neither men could fully see what was going on with that from their current position.

The younger of the two sensates scrambled up to his feet, pressing his hand to Jin’s barrier to shoot the ice at the partly-transformed mercenary instead. Hyunwoo crossed his arms in front of him, all of the ice stopping just before they impacted with his body. Tae and Jin watched in confusion as his claws began to glow light blue, and a chill blew over the whole room.

“I’ll just borrow this.” He cooed, pressing his hand to the barrier.

Immediately, the entire bubble Jin put around them was surrounded by ice.

“You’re gonna have to think outside of the bubble to fight us, y’know.” Hyunwoo teased, smashing his fist through the frigid bubble and shattering the entire thing to pieces.

Jimin, Hoseok, and Minjun were preoccupied dealing with Minhyuk a few feet away.

They had found out pretty quickly in the fight that he was proficient with his weapon, blocking any physical attacks they sent his way and countering with painful strikes with the blunt ends. Though his arms weren't as thick or muscular as Wonho or Hyunwoo's, he didn't have any issue putting power behind his swings, bruising Minjun's abdomen upon impact the first time.

He smiled wide when Hoseok began getting frustrated, noticing the same for Jimin as flames and sparks began to flicker at their fingertips respectively.

“Hit me with it. Show me what you can do!” he invited them, rolling his neck on his shoulders before gripping the ends tighter.

Both of them were happy to oblige and Minhyuk had a ball of electricity fly at him from the left and a ball of fire fly to him from his right. He grinned, holding up both rods, eyes lighting up as the elemental attacks went straight to the tip of the rods as if being pulled in by a magnet.

The little crystal bubbles began to glow, and Minhyuk looked delighted as he brought the two non-blunt ends together, snapping them into a staff. It ended up forming a large hybrid weapon that was the length of a bo staff with the blunt ends resembling that of a cudgel. The bubbles at the ends were yellow with sparks crackling on the inside of it while the ones on the other side were red, with flames licking at the inside of the crystalline bubbles.

“D-did...did he just absorb our attacks, hyung?” Jimin inquired, blinking in surprise. Hoseok frowned and Minhyuk winked at them.

“It’s an invention of my own. D’ya like it? Gotta keep up with these guys somehow since I don’t have powers.” He explained before he moved in for the next attack, swinging at Hoseok with the electric side.

“Now, let’s see how bright of a candle my technology can hold to natural abilities!”

While they fought, Ji-Woo struggled to keep up with Changkyun, taking more than a few body shots than she would have liked. Her lip was busted and she had only managed to land one punch on the younger man.

“T...There’s no way I can keep up.” She admitted, defeated. Changkyun stopped short, humming slightly.

“Is that what you honestly think?” He inquired. She stood up hesitantly, scratching her arm. The barista tossed a look over her shoulder, seeing Taehyung, Jin, and Yoongi unable to form any sense of offense against Jooheon’s speed and Hyunwoo’s brute force. Namjoon was doing his best to help out Jungkook with Wonho, but out of nowhere a large bird-like beast appeared in the warehouse, focusing on Namjoon, effectively keeping him away from the group’s maknae.

He wasn’t doing any better, getting manhandled by Wonho. Honestly, he terrified Ji-Woo because it seemed like he had absolutely gone berserk, throwing his body at Jungkook with no particular style or strategy other than “hit harder and harder and harder” and it looked like the youngest was having difficulties keeping up.

Jimin and Hoseok had tried to double team Minhyuk, but he seemed to be absolutely delighted by the fight, holding his own as he absorbed their elements, using it against them along with the powerful blows from simply hitting them. (She was worried about Minjun, as he hadn't moved in over five minutes. She hoped he had just been knocked out and nothing else.)

She wasn't sure what Kihyun and Hyungwon were doing. It seemed like the latter was asleep, and Kihyun hadn't budged from his spot, whispering things to Hyungwon with his hand still on his head as he kept his eyes on Wonho.

Wonho.

He terrified her more than all of the others combined because he honestly seemed more beast than man. His eyes were manic, and every time the fight with Jungkook drew blood, it seemed his attacks got more erratic and powerful.

Changkyun watched her silently, closing his eyes as he tried to find the proper words to say.

“You're already thinking more than the others.”

She turned back to him and he put his hands on his hips, pivoting on his heel to look at the others fighting.

“The reason they're struggling is because they're not thinking about everything. They're not using tactics. Not communicating. No one said they had to break off into little groups to fight us. If Namjoon or Jimin were to come over here and attack me, I would not only be ready for it, but expect it. They need to look at every variable in a fight to dominate it.” he told her, watching as Wonho took Jungkook and hurled him against Jin's barrier, nearly tossing him into Hyunwoo.

The leader didn't seem fazed, though he did turn and give Kihyun a look. Ji-Woo's brows furrowed as she watched the sitting man, blinking when she saw him move his hand from Hyungwon's head. He raised it, aiming it in Wonho's direction when it looked like he was going to take a wild swing Hyunwoo's way.

“Stop, calm down. Let's stop, calm down, Wonho. Your fight isn't here.”

Wonho paused for a moment, the rage in his eyes lessening as he turned to look at Jungkook. He stood to his full height and stalked over to him again, looking significantly more focused than before.

Something seemed to click for her and she gasped, stepping forward to tell the others something, but Changkyun grabbed her arm gently.

“Don't. They need to figure this out, too. I promise, it'll be a lot more harmful to just give them the solutions instead of letting them come to it on their own.” he informed her. She frowned, but nodded, turning her attention back to the boys as Changkyun gave her momentary reprieve from their sparring.

Yoongi was getting fed up of all of this madness with Jooheon, and he could feel the fatigue coming from the others. He had backed himself up so much trying to defend that he had stumbled into Wonho and Jungkook’s fight, the shadows frantically catching a wayward fist thrown by Wonho. He glared daggers at the man, flinging him upwards in frustration.

That was the first light bulb.

As Wonho flew up, all the rage in his eyes melted into sheer terror, eyes wide as he frantically tried to catch himself. This didn’t go unnoticed by Yoongi or Jungkook, especially when Kihyun raised his voice again.

“Jooheon! Catch him!” he ordered and there was a gust of wind as Jooheon bolted past Yoongi, catching Wonho middair. His feet skid slightly when he landed, setting the shorter man down closer to Kihyun.

Namjoon noticed the bird behind him began to warp and bend into a horrifyingly large creature the moment Kihyun’s attention changed to Wonho. It also stopped attacking him, taking to screeching loudly and flapping it’s wings as it swooped down to attack the others. Heads turned, and the boys noticed Hyungwon’s face scrunched up as he began to toss and shift in Kihyun’s lap, as if having a terrible nightmare.

That was the second bulb.

“This is our chance! Get Kihyun!” Namjoon ordered, turning and running full-speed at the four.

Hyunwoo took his attention off of Jin and Taehyung, a slightly impressed look on his face as he moved in an instant to block Namjoon. The nurse was having none of it, wrapping a shadow around Hyunwoo’s thick waist, throwing him into Wonho and Jooheon, toppling all three of them. Wonho let out a growl, eyes filling with rage again.

Minhyuk swept Jimin’s feet and used the distraction to slam the fire end of his cudgel against the ground. Hoseok noticed all of the red from the crystals poured out of it, creating a wall of fire to separate Namjoon from Kihyun and the others. Now the only color in the crystals came from the side where Jimin’s electricity was absorbed.

The third light bulb.

“Kihyun, you’ve got to get the order back!” Jooheon yelped, ducking when Wonho swung at him. Kihyun sent him a vicious look, holding his hand out. His eyes started to glow the same color as the power increased. Wonho calmed down significantly, blinking and Kihyun pointed past the firewall.

“Not us, them. Get angry, Wonho.”

Wonho snarled and took off like a bullet, running through the fire and tackling Namjoon head-on, rolling on the ground from the impact. The bird beast screeched from above them and swooped down towards Kihyun and Hyungwon, but the older man snapped his hand back down to Hyungwon’s head, and the bird stopped instantly. It flapped its wings for a moment or two before turning and aiming it’s talons at Jin.

The fourth bulb was as bright as the others.

Changkyun hummed and tilted his head while Ji-Woo bit her thumbnail, anxious.

“It seems they started figuring things out.” He told her and she glanced at him in surprise for a moment before turning back to them.

This is the other example I meant of difference in ability power. Be sure to let your readers know how comfortable people are with their powers. If they’re new or not as experienced, show that. If they’re from a more experienced team (Like MX is here), be sure to think of ways to show off each person’s strengths and weaknesses and how that plays into team fights.

I don’t know if this helped, but if anyone would like me do to more little tip posts like this, please let me know! I hope this helped a little.

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Dance with me [SN | F]

pairing: Shownu X Reader (Gender neutral)

genre: Fluff with a hint of Angst

word count: 3.6k

summary: Your life is shattered into a million little pieces when a chance encounter with a stranger changes your life forever.

trigger warning: This story contains hints towards abuse and suicide. If any of these themes are triggering for you please don’t read the following story.

cover: Made by me. Picture credit to 1st Look.

song: “Livin’ it up” by Monsta X

lyrics: “I was searching for something that would excite the ordinary everyday. This miracle that we’ve met makes it rain on my parched soul.”

This isn’t the end of the world. This isn’t the end of the world. This isn’t…

You kept repeating that thought inside your head over and over and over again like a magic spell that would suddenly turn your life around and make it seem less like a failure.

But you knew that wouldn’t happen.

Because in reality there were no magic spells. No time travels. No nothing.

Instead, you had to face the fact that you’d just failed your final exam for the third time, immediately resulting in you getting expelled from Seoul National University. Which meant you’d just wasted three years of your life working relentlessly for a degree you would never be able to get.

Not now. Nor ever.

You let out a deep sigh as you imagined the disappointed expression on your mother's face who’d always wished for you to become a successful lawyer. She’d told the whole neighborhood about it when you’d gotten into SNU Law school, bragging about how smart you were and how you’d turn your family’s fate around and make them wealthy enough to stop worrying about how to put food on the table for you and your little brother. You’d been a scholarship recipient, defying the odds by being one of the few people in your year to make it into SNU without rich parents and an armada of tutors and teachers stepping on each other just to help you out.

And you’d been able to maintain your scholarship throughout the past three years. Your grades had been excellent. Your behavior had never been off. Not even once. When everybody had gone out to party you’d stayed home to study, your nose buried in the books until the break of dawn. But all that seemed to be of no use because you failed the final exam. Three times in a row. And you had no idea why.

You couldn’t even really remember taking it. Everything was a blur. From the moment you got up on exam day until you left the classroom. You couldn’t remember the questions or the answers you’d given. You couldn’t even remember the faces of the students that had taken the exam with you. Not even one.

And that had been the case every damn time.

So you haven’t been all that surprised when you’d received the notice from SNU that you’d been expelled due to insufficient academic performance. But opening that letter and looking at the black ink on the white paper that turned your worst fears into reality had still hurt like hell. And it still kind of did.

You looked down towards the big box at your feet that you’d brought with you all the way to the Han River Bridge. You knew what was inside but you were hesitant to open it. You didn’t want to look at all your textbooks, notes and cue cards that you’d put together so carefully over the past three years. Because in the end, all that hard work hadn’t paid off. You’d still failed. You’d still let your family down.

God - You’re father would be furious once you’d go back home to Busan. He’d scream at you, calling you a disgrace before eventually kicking you out. And your mother and little brother would only be able to watch since they knew better than to get involved once he’d gone into full-on rage-mode. And you wouldn’t want them to get involved anyway. You’d always been the protector of your family, taking on your father’s outbursts of anger so that those two wouldn’t have to put up with his temper tantrums. So you were used to it. Used to being called all sorts of names. Used to getting kicked out of your home temporarily. And even used to getting hit once or twice. So it wasn’t anything you couldn't handle.

Yet you already dreaded the day of your return, if you were completely honest.

You rested your hands on the railing and looked towards the glistening water of Han River. You knew that people were sitting on the shore, drinking beer, chatting away and looking at the beautiful lights on the bridge in awe. But to you the water down below looked like a dark, black hole even though it was illuminated in all sorts of colors. It would be so easy to just climb over the railing and just let yourself fall into this black nothingness. Maybe it would hurt when your body hit the surface of the water. You had read in some newspaper that it was similar to your body hitting concrete. So it would most definitely hurt like hell. But at least the water wouldn’t be cold in this hot summer night.

And then everything would just be over in a split second.

But unfortunately, quitting on life like that wasn't your style.

You’d always been the stubborn type. The one to fight your way through any situation. No matter how bleak it may seemed.

You father called it stupidity. Your mother called it bravery.

And you? You didn’t know what you’d call it.

“Move it!” Your head snapped towards the loud voices that were coming closer. They were accompanied by thumping footsteps that sounded a lot like a large group of people running. And just as you were leaning back slightly they came into view.

Seven young men were running in your direction. Followed by what looked like a small mob of people dressed like waiters.

The group of young men that you estimated to be around your age was lead by a guy with silver blondish hair. He wore black dress pants and a grey button down while carrying a blazer in his hand. He was tall and skinny with long legs that seemingly helped him to get ahead. The smile on his face was blindingly bright and he seemed to have the time of his life, judging by the laugh that echoed through the night.

He was closely followed by someone significantly shorter than him who didn’t look nearly as pleased or amused as the guy with the silver hair. Instead, he looked rather angry, gritting his teeth as he looked back for a second, the fringe of his purple hair sticking to his forehead. “This was a stupid idea!”

“Kihyun - loosen up a little.” Another tall guy with the face of a model caught up to the two runners that lead the group. His words were barely audible because he heaved like a dying animal as he sped up his steps to catch up to them.

“Less talking - more running.” Two shorter guys with pitch black hair were next in line. One of them had a very unique nose. He was holding the hand of the other guy, who had a ridiculously symmetrical face, practically dragging him along and preventing him from falling several times.

“Hate to admit it but Changkyun is right.” The blonde guy who was second to last seemed to be jogging instead of running, his blue eyes glistening with amusement. He suddenly turned around to run backwards, taunting his pursuers with an annoying smirk and an offensive hand gesture. It was more than evident that he could have gotten ahead easily. He had massive thighs and was obviously in shape. Running seemed to be a piece of cake for him. Just like for the guy who was running right next to him.

He had dark brown hair that seemed to have been carefully styled while a black suit was accentuating his height and broader frame. He looked comfortable. Happy almost with the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. Running seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary for him. His skin didn’t turn bright red. He was hardly sweating even though it was a hot summer night and his breathing seemed to be very steady. His whole body just screamed athlete. The upper two buttons on his shirt were undone, giving you a good look at his toned chest and the bronzed skin while the subtle gold chain around his neck added a nice touch.

He was handsome. In the classic way. His face was very masculine and well structured with high cheekbones and a strong jawline. But his rather plush lips evened out his harsh facial features, smoothing them over and giving him and almost gentle touch. And his warm, dark brown eyes were… transfixed on you.

You couldn’t help but stare back at him, completely caught off guard by the way he looked at you. Or rather the way the look in his eyes made you feel. You’d never met him before. He was a complete stranger to you. Yet you felt oddly calm looking into his eyes. The stress and anxieties seemed to just leave your body, taken away by a cleansing wave of comfort and security.

Who the hell was this guy and what on earth…

“YOU! STOP RIGHT THERE YOU THIEVES!”

You realized that the group was still headed your way. And that they’ve gotten a lot closer to you while you’d been staring into some stranger’s eyes. If you weren’t gonna get out of their way quickly, they’d probably run you over. So you did the first thing you could think of. You took a huge step back and hopped onto the cardboard box that you’d brought with you, just to get out of their way. You weren’t gonna let yourself get stomped to death by a bunch of guys. No way in hell.

Only seconds later they were passing you by, their laughter now mixing with the sound of the cars that were driving across the bridge.

They seemed so happy. So carefree. So… unbothered.

Unlike you.

But they also seemed to be in a lot of trouble, judging by the fact that they were being chased.

You let out a deep sigh. You’d never gotten into trouble. Not even once. You’d always been cautious. Scared to make a mistake. Scared to do something reckless. You’d always been good. But for what exactly? Your life had turned out this way anyway. You should have gone out. Have fun and make friends instead of keeping to yourself and learning for exams. You should have…

You let out a yelp of surprise as you suddenly felt a hand grab your wrist. Strong fingers were wrapped around it tightly and you could feel the warmth of skin on skin before you were suddenly dragged off your little box and back onto the sidewalk.

You looked up just to see the smile of the handsome stranger that had been staring at you so intensely just seconds ago. From up close he was almost breathtakingly beautiful, with his almond shaped eyes and his straight and flawless nose.

When did he stop running? It must have been when your mind had started to wander. Otherwise you would have noticed immediately.

You tried to take a deep breath to calm down that heavy beating heart of yours but instead of some hot summer night air you seemed to only breathe him in. His cologne had an exquisite smell. It reminded you of leather and fresh cut wood with a hint of flowers.

Unique. Just like him.

“Are you ready?”. That’s all he said. Nothing else. No explanation on why he’d suddenly grabbed your wrist. Or why he wanted you to come along. He just stood there on the bridge right next to you, a complete stranger. He was oddly close, only standing inches apart from you while seemingly being absolutely unfazed by the fact that the group of waiters was catching up fast. He acted like he had all the time in the world to wait for your answer.

But what answer did he expect?! You knew absolutely nothing about him. Not even his name. Why would you even consider-

“Yes”.

Wait. Did those words really just leave your mouth? Did you really just go insane? Yeah, that was most likely the case judging by the fact that you just...

He smiled at you and suddenly all the thoughts inside your head went quiet. You knew how stupid it was to trust some random stranger. How dangerous it was to even consider following him.

Yet you felt like you could follow him anywhere without having to worry about a thing.

How strange.

“Then let’s go”, he said before he started running again, taking you along to a destination that only he knew.

Coming along with that stranger that you now knew as Shownu had been the best decision you’d ever made your entire life. At least that’s what you thought when you were sitting in the booth of some club, surrounded by the guys you knew nothing about except for their names and the fact that they were excellent dancers. Well, you looked towards Kihyun, at least most of them were.

Your body was buzzing with energy from dancing for the past two hours and your clothes slightly stuck to your skin with sweat. The music was loud enough to almost make you go deaf and the deep base vibrated through your body. It felt like it was making its way straight to your heart, helping it to continue beating despite all the hurt and disappointment you’d felt ever since opening that godforsaken letter.

For the first time since you’d been expelled, it felt like you could breathe again. Like some sort of burden had suddenly been lifted from your chest, allowing you to take one deep breath after the other, pumping oxygen into your lungs while igniting a spark inside you that turned into an all consuming fire of resolve and determination.

Getting expelled wasn’t the end of the world.

Quite the contrary. It was a new beginning. A fresh start that allowed you to finally figure out what you truly wanted to do with your life. It was the key to a future that you would decide on all by yourself, without taking your family into consideration since your father would disown you anyway.

You felt like crying. Not because you felt an all-consuming sadness. But because you felt an overwhelming sense of relief instead.

All your life you’d been forced onto an already set path. You’d given up on all the sparks of passions you’d felt. You’d given up on friends and hobbies. On love and a social life. Or just on the idea on a life for yourself in general.

You’d been this empty shell that your parents had used as a puppet to fulfil their own dreams and aspirations instead of taking some time to even ask you once what you wanted to do with your life. They’d used you. Molded you into something you’d never wanted to be, making you lose sight of yourself in the process while justifying their actions under the pretense of doing what was best for you.

But had all of this really been the best for you?

When you thought of everything you’d sacrificed and all the times you’d thrown up before taking an exam, you highly doubted that.

“So, are you the next addition to Shownu’s collection of lost souls?” Changkyun’s low voice still sounded so unfamiliar that you could easily hear him over the loud music. He was sitting across from you on the other side of the round table right next to Wonho and Minhyuk.

Shownu’s collection of what? “Excuse me, but I don’t really get it.” You looked at Shownu in confusion.

Changkyun shrugged as he grabbed his glass of soju, drinking the last remaining amount of the alcohol in one shot. “Well, he picked all of us up from the street like some stray dogs. Just like he did with you tonight. So we-”

Jooheon rolled his eyes before he reached across the table and stuffed Changkyun’s mouth with some snacks he’d ordered previously. “Why don’t you just shut up, Mister Theatrical.” Jooheon looked at you and smiled so that his eyes turned into small crescent moons and deep dimples appeared on his face, completely transforming his face. “What Changkyun was trying to say is that we all have our story. So we understand.”

Okay, now they’d really lost you. “You understand what?”

Hyungwon brushed back some of his hair. “You standing on that bridge.”

Okay, what the hell was going on? “I fear I don’t…”

“Come on.” Shownu suddenly grabbed you hand, forcing you to get out of the booth. “Dance with me.”

“But” you pointed towards your water “I still didn’t get the chance to drink anything and…” You gave up as soon as you noticed that he wasn't listening to you. You just followed him unto the crowded dance floor, his hand still tightly holding yours before he pulled you closer to him.

Being this close to him was still very new to you even though he’d danced like this with you before. Even when the others were around he’d always made sure to dance with you. Sometimes with your back leaning against his chest or like now with his chest touching yours. He let go of your hand and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you in even closer.

It was obvious that he didn’t give a sh*t about what people thought of him because otherwise he wouldn’t have held you this close in public. And you kind of wished that he’d care a bit more because you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks while you prayed to God that he didn’t feel the loud thumping of your heart against his chest.

Shownu started to move to the music that seemed to be one with his body before he leaned in closer, his lips brushing over your ear before he started to speak softly.

“I am very sorry about the guys.” His tone was very careful, almost as if he was afraid of your reaction. “They can be a little… blunt sometimes. Especially Changkyun and Hyungwon.” He pulled you even closer, pressing your body flat against his while all his movements came to a halt. “I am really sorry.”

“About what?” You tried to push yourself away a little to take a look at his face but he held you too tight. “I don’t even really know what they were talking about.”

“About you…” Shownu cleared his throat. “About the fact that you tried to kill yourself.”

His words left you dumbfounded for a second. What? How did they come up with that nonsense? When did you ever…

You couldn’t help but laugh when you finally caught up to things. Gosh, those idiots. “I didn’t try to kill myself.” You chuckled as Shownu suddenly lifted his grip a little to look at you in utter confusion. “Is this some sappy drama? Do all the people go to the Han River Bridge to throw themselves off of it?”

“But you were standing on a box and…”

“Yeah - A box full of things I planned on throwing INTO Han River!” You couldn’t help to smile like an utter idiot. Somehow this was very funny to you. Maybe because of the absurdness of this whole situation. “I never planned on killing myself. Not even for a second.”

“Oh God…” You laughed even more as you saw Shownu’s cheeks turn bright red. “I am such an idiot.”

“Yeah.” You patted his shoulder. “But at least you are a nice idiot who dragged somebody along just because you thought that person was suicidal.”

Shownu forced a smile, making it look a little odd. “Well… I am the type of guy that can’t leave people alone that seem to have a hard time.” He nodded towards the table, his awkward smile tuning into an honest and warm one. “That’s how I ended up with those dorks.” He looked you straight in the eye. “They’ll tell you their stories one day. When they are ready.”

God, what was it with his eyes that made you feel so at ease while your heart started beating even faster?!

“You make it sound like I’ll be around for a long time.”

He nodded slowly. “I’d like that.” He suddenly broke eye contact, looking around instead. “Well only if you’d want to. I mean I forced you along so I-”

You had no idea what gave you the courage to grab him by the collar of his shirt before pulling him in for a kiss. Him, a complete stranger you knew nothing of but his name, his kind and big heart and the fact that you felt so safe with him that you’d follow him anywhere if he’d just ask.

His lips felt incredibly soft and you felt his warmth all over as he pulled you in as close as he could, not leaving any room between his body and yours.

When he kissed you back you just knew that this was your new beginning.

He felt like warmth and home. Like security and understanding.

But he tasted like vodka, energy drinks and endless possibilities.

And you were addicted immediately.

When you let go of him you were out of breath. You felt your blood rushing through your body while feeling a little light-headed. But you weren’t afraid. Not even concerned.

You knew this was where your life would start to feel like yours again. And even if there wasn’t any magic in this world, this moment kind of felt like it.

So instead of answering, you wrapped your arms around Shownu’s neck and kissed him again. Because something told you, that you’d really be around for a very long time.

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