#monsta x pockets

[bsdtual]

jookyun being adorable

[denim-bias]

[iadoreyoo514]

Happy 28th Birthday to our favorite Maknae and 1/2 of the best rap duo in Kpop, Changkyun 🐈‍⬛💜

Changkyun honestly has such a special place in my heart because I can relate to him the most and we are very similar in so many ways. He’s such a talented, kindhearted and gentle person and I’ll forever be thankful bc he’s the reason I got into Monsta X.

So I hope he’s having an amazing birthday, that he doesn’t miss his hyungs too much and obviously that he stays healthy and happy while showing the world what a great artist he is.

Let’s all wish him a happy birthday and remind him how much we love and appreciate our lovely Kyunnie💜💜💜

[thankyouforreadingmyusername]

"i bet i'll have the shortest life span of us all. it was supposed to be hyungwon" YOO KIHYUN AHAHAHA

[onlymingyus]

Beautiful Liar (Teaser)

pairing; kim mingyu x f!reader

genre; smut (minor dni), toxic, angst, dark content, fluff

summary; Kim Mingyu's life has always been complicated, but you just add another layer. At least he is a beautiful liar.

dark content/content warnings; mafia au, murder, guns (used/sold/bought), cops, gun dealer!mingyu, mafia boss!jun (shut up), second in command/drug dealer!minghao, lawyer!wonwoo, blood, fighting/beating, drugs mentioned, smoking (cigarettes), alcohol, alludes to alcoholism, depression/anxiety, toxic relationships, commitment issues -- best friends sister to lover, bosses sister to lover, jun's sister!reader, soonyoung, dino (chan), vernon as side characters, names eunseok and haneul used (have no connection to riize and kiof), crying, food and drink as always, mentions being sick, doctor!reader, medical terminology and medical procedure/wound described -- as always i'm certain i have missed something. if there is anything glaring send me an ask.

smut warnings; dom!mingyu, mean dom!mingyu, brat!reader, unprotected sex, rough sex, pulling out, creampie, cum on skin, cum play, cumming untouched, cumming in pants, fingering, oral (f receiving), handjob, edging/orgasm denial, degradation, pet names/degrading names, praise, impact play, pussy slapping, biting, crying from pleasure, dacryphilia, aftercare. as stated above, i am sure there is something i am forgetting. send an ask if it is glaring.   

w/c; 25.6k and some change (2.8k extra words for patreon bonus) [2.2k this teaser]

beautiful liar - monsta x

a/n; thank you to my @junkissed for proofreading for me once again, i love you forever. i hope you all enjoy this one. i missed my boy so much and i wanted to expand a bit on gyu from shut up. give him a bit of life. its not the end of some of these characters, but we will see where they pop up in the future.

this fic will be released 8/15 at 3 pm est to read it now subscribe to my patreon and click here

Glancing around the large living room, Mingyu glances towards you as you drop your bag onto the sofa before moving towards the floor to ceiling windows. He knew he really didn’t have to do much more for you. Yes, Jun had told him to keep you entertained, but he had done the first part. He had gotten you from the airport to the penthouse. The bar was going to open soon. 

Biting at his lip, Mingyu takes his phone from his jacket pocket and checks his messages when you glance back to look at him in the hallway, your luggage on either side of him. You could see his brows furrowed even from across the room. He had seemed so tense the entire drive from the airport and you could barely get him to open up to you. He was like a puzzle that you were dying to solve. 

“Talking to your girlfriend?” 

Your words pull Mingyu out of his haze as he reads Minghao’s text and back into the present with you. Lifting his brow, Mingyu scoffs but quickly clears his throat before shaking his head and sending a quick text back to Minghao. "No, I don’t have one. I was just letting Minghao know I had you here. Seeing if he wanted me at the loun—at work.” 

You watch as Mingyu quickly changes his wording and clears his throat once again. Stepping closer to the middle of the room, you can see the way he swallows hard and you know it’s because he’s trying to hide something from you. Smirking, you nod and gesture towards your bags before pointing towards another hallway. Mingyu’s eyes follow your hand before finding your eyes once again when you speak, some teasing in your voice. "Well, before you leave me for my brother’s shady bar, can you put my stuff in my room?” 

Mingyu feels his stomach in his throat as you mention the bar and start to walk towards the bedrooms. Groaning, he closes his eyes, feeling his phone go off in his hand, finding himself unwilling to look at it right away as he listens to your high heels click against the floor. 

So you knew about the lounge. Jun had told him you were a respectable woman. Mingyu had done his own research. Respectable was putting it simply. You were a doctor and where Jun might have lined his family’s pockets in his own way, you were like a beacon of joy for them, with your face in scientific journals and standing in front of hospitals with sick children. The lounge was so far away from who you were. 

Looking around the master bedroom, you nod before glancing back towards the door when Mingyu moves into the doorframe, only to stop and clear his throat as if asking for permission. He was not only breathtakingly handsome, but one of the most adorable men you had ever seen. You knew he worked for your brother in some capacity and in his less than desirable business adventure, but you couldn’t imagine it right now. Mingyu did not seem like the type of man to work for your brother. Then again, at one point in your life, you said the same about Minghao. 

“You can come into the room, Mingyu. What did my brother say to you to make you so afraid of me?” You smile, a small laugh in your words, as you take a step backwards to sit on the end of the bed as Mingyu puffs up his cheeks. 

Pushing your suitcases into the room, Mingyu looks down at you on the bed and he feels the image being burned into his brain as he tries not to imagine you lying back on it as he—sighing—shakes his head and lifts his hand to run his fingers through his hair. “He told me to take care of you. Entertain you while he was gone, but he also told me to behave... in not so many words.” 

Biting at your lip, you laugh once again, lifting your leg to cross it over the other, feeling Mingyu’s eyes drop to your legs before he has to force himself to look away, pulling out his phone once again to check his messages. “Behave, huh? And what does that mean? Are you bad, usually?” 

Feeling heat rising in his neck, Mingyu swallows hard, not only at the text messages from Minghao but also at your words. What were you trying to do? You were obviously testing him. You were teasing him. He should run for the hills and a cold shower. 

Laughing, Mingyu focuses on his phone, sending one last text to Minghao, pressing send harder than necessary as you watch him closely. “Who are you texting, Mingyu? Still talking to Minghao? I might start to get jealous. I thought you were supposed to entertain me.” 

Glancing at you over his phone, Mingyu sees the smirk on your lips. You were causing some intense feelings for him. He was afraid of you for so many reasons already. You were bad for his job and his friendships. You were a brat and he could tell you were having fun, seeming to know that he wasn’t going anywhere. 

Minghao: Don’t need you tonight. Jun wants you to get some shit and guard Y/N 

Mingyu: You gotta be kidding me.

Minghao: I don’t need to remind you, but I will, because she’s like my sister too 

Minghao: Keep your dick in your pants 

Mingyu: I’m not an animal

Minghao: Yes, you are. Don’t let anything happen to her 

Minghao: Understand me? 

Mingyu: I understand! 

Giving you a strained smile as he shoves his phone into his pocket, Mingyu takes a step back from you and lifts his shoulders with a deep breath. “Which room is mine?” 

You had already known that Mingyu was going to be assigned to be security for you until your brother got back, even if you had told Jun and Minghao that you didn’t need a babysitter. At the time when you said it, you hadn’t known who Mingyu was or how much fun it might be. Now you are happy to have company. 

Smiling, you slide off the bed and up to your feet, glancing around your room with a teasing smile as Mingyu lets out a breath, afraid of what you are implying. Stepping past him, you glance up at him, letting your fingers trail over his hand before moving to the door. “Follow me.” 

Mingyu’s skin felt like it was on fire where your fingers had brushed over his. He was being stupid with just a small touch, but god, you were driving him crazy. You knew exactly what you were doing; it was going to take everything in him to keep some professionalism about him during this. He was already counting down the days, hours, and minutes until Jun would be back and this job would be over. 

Following behind you, Mingyu lets his eyes move down your back and over your ass before he glances off to the side when you make a quick right turn into the room right beside yours and nod. Glancing over your shoulder at Mingyu, you lift your hands to do a quick eye to hand measurement of his height before doing the same for the bed and making an unsure sound. “You might fit, big boy.” 

Unable to stop the scoff before it starts to leave his mouth, Mingyu walks past you into the room and looks at the bed. It wasn’t a small bed, and he wasn’t that big. Meeting your eyes, Mingyu watches you smirk at him before you glance around the rest of the room and pout your lips at him. “You didn’t bring anything with you? Maybe I could take a ride with you and stretch my legs while you pack a bag.” 

You knew he didn’t have anything else with him. Clearly, he hadn’t been planning on staying, but you seemed to have known he was going to be sticking around before he did. Sighing, Mingyu scratches at his eyebrow before gesturing towards the door and giving you a strained smile. You could tell you were wearing him down. You wanted to crack him. Get to the real Kim Mingyu, not this professional mask he was wearing for the sake of your brother. 

Mingyu hadn’t expected you to follow him up into his apartment, so when you did, he could feel the heat rising in his neck and face. His apartment was nothing compared to the penthouse you were staying in or the penthouse that Jun owned. All Mingyu had was a one bedroom, one bathroom apartment in a decent part of town and he kept it pretty clean. Thank god. 

“Uh, I’ll be quick. Just—” You watch as Mingyu hurries past you into his living room to swipe a gun from his coffee table, a few bullets hitting the floor as he curses under his breath, leaning down to pick them up. “Make yourself at home, I guess.” Glancing over his shoulder at you, Mingyu pushes the bullets into the magazine in his hand before pushing the magazine into the pistol and hearing it click. 

Your brows were raised and you were watching him curiously. He hadn’t planned for you to be in his space. He had been cleaning one of his guns the night before, well before the bottle of jack, but normally people weren’t inside his apartment. Especially people who looked like you and were decent, normal people. 

Following Mingyu with your eyes, you watch as he leaves the door crack, probably to listen to in the other room as he grabs a bag and starts to fill it with various things. You weren’t surprised that he had a gun and it didn’t bother you; in fact, it made him even sexier somehow. You felt a bit safer around him knowing that he was armed, especially if he was supposed to be taking care of you. 

Looking over the books on his shelves, you tilt your head and smile at the titles. They weren’t what you would expect someone like Kim Mingyu to have. As that thought crosses your mind, you think to yourself that it isn’t fair of you to think that. You didn’t know him well enough to judge his reading habits or intelligence. You just hadn’t expected to see The Count of Monte Cristo sitting on his shelf with the binding broken as if it had been read several times. 

Pulling the book out, you hold it delicately in your hands as you flip through, reading over the words—some you remember, others that you hadn’t forgotten, having not read it in so long. What makes you smile are the notes in the margins in the same chicken scratch that you had seen your name written in at the airport. 

Grabbing a few things from his bathroom, Mingyu zips up his bag and checks his pistol before sliding it into the holster under his jacket. You were quiet in the other room and that was making him nervous. He had tried to be quick while packing, but he had no idea what to bring, so he went simple and only took what he needed. 

Turning the corner into his living room, Mingyu stops in his tracks, seeing you standing in front of his bookshelf with one of his books in your hands. You were gorgeous in the evening light pouring in from the decently large windows he had been blessed with, and you had the prettiest smile on your lips as you ran your fingers over the margins of the book. He could already tell what book you were looking at before even getting closer. It was his favorite, but that was probably easy to see, which is probably why you picked it up. It was obviously the most well loved book on the entire shelf. 

“All human wisdom is contained in these two words–Wait and hope.” You read the quote from the book that Mingyu had re-written at the top of the page before glancing up at him as he watches you carefully. Closing the book, you slide it back into his place and take a breath before offering him a smile. “Are you a tortured soul, Kim Mingyu?” 

Laughing into a scoff, Mingyu adjusts his bag on his shoulder and shakes his head. “I just enjoy the idea of revenge being fulfilled, I think.” Mingyu watches you nod and take a few steps closer to him, the air feeling thicker as he tries to take a breath only to get a deep breath of your perfume. 

“And it has nothing to do with the love story attached to it? That isn’t why you’ve read that book so many times that the pages are falling out.” Mingyu’s eyes fall to your lips as you speak and he has to force himself to look back up to your eyes before pulling his gaze away from you and towards the window with the golden light. 

“It’s just a story.” You think to yourself as you hear the words come out of Mingyu’s mouth—what a beautiful liar he is.

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[smileypansy]

ask me again when you're sober / j.ww

pairing: wonwoo x gn!reader (ft. bff hoshi)

synopsis: seventeen is away filming ttt when you have a very sweet phone call with your boyfriend, wonwoo. (and hoshi)

word count: 500~

a/n: short and sweet. that's it; ALSO requests are open if you wanna send me something <3

Wonwoo was pleasantly tipsy. Just buzzed enough to feel warm and fuzzy inside, but not drunk. Not drunk like some of his members were (Hoshi). Seventeen were filming the latest installment of their TTT series. They had spent the evening playing drinking games. The cameras had since been turned off and the members were enjoying their well-deserved time off. Some of the members were much drunker than the others. Wonwoo had opted to sip on a beer and just watch the chaos unfold. 

He was listening to BooSeokSoon belting out yet another Twice song on the karaoke machine when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He pulled it out of his pocket and smiled when he saw who was calling.

“Hey, baby,” He said, low voice growling in your ear.

“Hey, you,” you say, unable to fight back the smile that your boyfriend always managed to put on your face. “I just wanted to call before I head to bed. Just to say good night. And I miss you.”

“I miss you, too,” Wonwoo says, chuckling. It has only been a few hours since he left. “I’ll be back tomorrow morning.”

“I know but I still miss you. Anyways, I’ll let you go. Go have fun.”

“I will. And-“

“WONWOO-YAH!” Hoshi had found Wonwoo’s quiet hideout. “Come sing with us!’

“Wow, I can tell how drunk he is through the phone,” you said, laughing.

“Y/N!” Hoshi finally noticed that Wonwoo was on the phone. And correctly assumed he was talking to you. There was a sound from the other end that sounded suspiciously like Hoshi stealing the phone out of Wonwoo’s hand. “Y/N! I’m having so much fun!”

“Yeah? I can tell,” you were laughing at Hoshi’s antics, like always. He is always so good at putting a smile on anyone’s face.

“You should’ve come. I think you would’ve had fun,” Hoshi said, suddenly somber. Drunk Hoshi and his mood swings.

“That’s sweet, but I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“You wouldn’t. HEY MEMBERS!”

Oh god, you mumbled under your breath.

“All in favor of y/n coming on our next trip say ‘horanghae’!”

A chorus of 12 ‘horanghae’s came through your phone’s speakers. 

“That is the first and last time I’ll say that,” Woozi said.

“Then it’s settled. You are coming next time.”

You sighed, knowing you wouldn’t get anywhere while Hoshi was drunk out of his mind. But, you still smiled because the gesture was so sweet.

“You know what, invite me when you’re sober and I’ll think about it.”

“Deal!”

There was more shuffling from the other end of the phone.

“Monsta X! Monsta X!” Hoshi was now chanting from a distance.

The phone was finally back in Wonwoo’s hands.

“Sorry about that.” “It’s more than okay. I like being reminded that they actually like me.”

“Of course they do. You’re impossible not to like. Plus I like you and I have excellent taste,” Wonwoo said. That’s how you could tell he was drunker than usual. His flirt level got turned up way higher. You were glad he couldn’t see your blush through the phone.

“Okay, okay. I should go now. You go have fun. You deserve it.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Hey, just for the record, I also would like for you to come along next time.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll think about it. Good night, Wonwoo.”

“Good night, love.”

[biffhofosho]

Hot Girls _____ | Chapter One

Fandom: Monsta X

Genre: Technically a slow-burn romance

Pairing: Changkyun x OC

Chapter Word Count: 7.4k

Trope: Friends to fuckbuddies to lovers

The Vibe: Cute girl who wants to feel hot, fuckboi best friend who wants to help because he’s a loyal bestie, sexuality mentorship lolwut, makeover tropes, booze, parties, jealousy, overprotectiveness, sexting, lots of praise with the intent on corruption (in an empowering way?) eheh, ill-fated friends with benefits agreement, best laid plans falling apart as they do, everyone figuring out their shit for the best

Synopsis: Her whole life, Vi’s been known as the cute one, the cherub-cheeked sweetheart who’s got it all together. She’s a good girl, but that doesn’t mean she wants to be, especially when she keeps losing out to the bad ones.

Vi’s best friend, Changkyun, however, is hardly a saint. He’s a consumer of hot girls, chronically unattached and comfortable that way. If anybody knows how to help Vi step out of her shell and take back her confidence, it’s him. It’s a good thing she can always count on her Kyun to step up to the plate.

A/N: Inadvertently wrote myself into another multichapter fic the second I got the Kyun 1st Lookmagazine in my hands. I'll think about that magazine until the day I die, whew. The fuckboi realness was too strong, and I am far too weak. And we already know I can’t fight the best friends to lovers trope, so here we are again.

I really wanted to get this first chapter out on my birthday, but I've had two terrible weeks in a row that just sucked the life out of me, and it's the high season at work, so it's been crushing. I couldn't even be bothered to make a cute banner for this; however, I was NOT going to put this off anymore.

I'll also be posting the first chapter of something else in the near future (so long as there are no more dastardly interuptions. Hope y'all are getting a chance to see Kyun in concert. I'm too much of a chicken to go, but my friends who have said it was incredible. What a man!

Cvr | 01 | 02 |

Chapter One

It all came down to today.

Vi reapplied her lip gloss, slid her glasses to the bridge of her nose, fluffed out her curly bob, and smoothed the pleats in her skirt one final time. In the company award showcase, she glanced at her ginger complexion dusted liberally with espresso freckles and took a deep breath.

You can do this, Vi. This is what you’ve been working toward for months.

Steeling herself, she turned the corner into Henry’s office. Her coworker looked up from his desk and beamed. “Hey, you. Looking cute today, I see.”

Normally, “cute” was Vi’s most feared word, but coming from Henry, she didn’t mind. “Thanks…”

“I was just thinking about you.”

“You were?” she asked giddily.

“Yeah. Want to go to lunch today?”

“That sounds awesome. When do you want to go?”

Henry glanced at the clock on his monitor and popped an eyebrow. “Five minutes?”

Vi bit her lip to cover her excessive smile. “Yeah, okay, I’ll just get my bag.”

“Meet you downstairs then.”

Despite the fact that Henry hadn’t walked her to her desk, he had asked her to lunch—for the first time ever. Chiseled, square-jawed Henry Williams. Broad, stacked Henry Williams. Tall, honey-voiced Henry Williams. Was. Taking. Viola Flowers. To lunch. She had gone to his office to ask him out, but, miracle of miracles, he had asked her instead. Nothing could touch her now.

Vi grabbed her crocheted cross-body and bounded down the steps to the lobby, where, true to form, Henry waited. His hands were stuffed in his suit pockets, and her brain turned to mush at the sight. She was lucky she remembered how to walk in her platforms because the moment he flashed his cool guy smile at her, the one that rounded out his stubbly jaw, her heart skipped as hard as her toe across the floor.

“You’re fast,” he observed.

“I’m excited.” When her words made it to her ears, heat flooded Vi’s body. “You know me. I love lunch.”

I love lunch? she lamented internally. Gross, Vi. Seriously gross. Ugh.

“Where do you want to go?” she pressed.

Henry craned his head to peer at the sky through the storefront and suggested, “Looks pretty nice out. Want to just walk to the taco truck around the corner?”

She did not. How on earth could she eat a taco and still look attractive? Besides, food trucks didn’t have tables, and she really wanted to share a table with him; staring straight into those deep-as-night eyes would be a dream come true. But Vi said none of that. She couldn’t risk turning him down and losing out on their first-ever lunch, not after investing nearly half a year into her fishing campaign.

“Okay,” she answered.

“Cool. Then we can just grab a seat under a tree or something. Looks like there’s some benches around.”

Vi smiled. Okay, this was better than she’d hoped. Side by side? She could find a way to brush her leg against his. Maybe he’d look down at her bare knee. Maybe he’d accidentally graze it. She was getting ahead of herself, but maybe he’d yank her into the supply closet and pin her up against the door…

Her throat was already closing up at the thought.

“You’re up. Whatever you want, I’m buying,” said Henry with a gentle bump to her shoulder.

Vi didn’t even remember walking to the truck, but it was already her turn to order. On the off chance that the supply closet was in her near future, she ordered a simple quesadilla, though Henry seemed totally unconcerned with such pretenses judging by his extra onions carne asada.

Once they had their lunch, they found a bench under a tree around the corner where the shade was just right to block the noon sun. A few other coworkers buzzed by with waves for them, but Vi was happy to note that she had Henry totally to herself. They chatted through their first bites before he downed his final taco in one big chomp.

“Okay, I can’t wait anymore,” said Henry the second he swallowed. “I know you’re still eating, but I have to ask you something.”

Vi blinked at him, and her oversized eyes had never been bigger.

Henry laughed. “Relax. It’s a good thing—no, a great thing, even.”

She gulped down her bite and smoothed the edges of her skirt as she gnawed on her bottom lip. It took her a second to calm the jumping beans in her stomach, but Vi said, “What’s up?”

“You know, I mean I think you know, that you’re my best friend in the office, right?”

“Oh, um, cool. For sure,” she mumbled as she brushed her buoyant curls forward to hide the nervous expression on her face. “You’re mine, too.”

“Which is why I trust you more than anyone else here. I know you’re a few years younger than I am, but I swear you know more about everything than I do, and you’d never steer me wrong.”

Vi’s excitement fumbled for a minute though she clung as best she could to it. “I try. What’s going on?”

Henry squared up to her then, and at last, her fantasy seemed within her reach. When he swiveled, his knees bumped hers, and he patted the swath of her bare thigh apologetically, sending a rush through her body like someone had blown a huge head of dandelion seeds along her skin. He leaned in a little closer with a dopey grin. He rubbed a hand on the back of his head as his coffee skin glowed in the filtered sunlight.

Here it was, Vi’s favorite trait of his. Henry might be menacingly hot, but he was also a geek at heart, so after he railed into her, she pictured them drifting off to some anime in the background.

Henry cleared his throat. “How soon is too soon to call someone after hooking up?”

What was left of Vi’s quesadilla slipped off her lap and tumbled upside down on the sidewalk. She was too stunned by his question though to pay attention to it.

“What?” she managed through a slack jaw.

Henry glanced at her food and frowned. Since she didn’t make a move for it, he picked it back up and put it between them on the bench. “Uh, Desiree and I hooked up last night, and even though I know you’re not a hook-up kind of girl, you are a girl and I trust you. I’m sure your friends have talked about this kind of stuff before, so you would have the inside track. I mean, I definitely want to hook up again, but isn’t it, like, sending the wrong kind of signal if I ask her to meet up again already? I mean, it’s not like either of us want a relationship, so I don’t want to scare her off.”

“You and Desiree hooked up?” Vi asked hollowly.

She pictured their other coworker, a bombshell of a woman if Vi had ever seen one in real life. Desiree was one of the company’s lawyers on staff, who was very successful at what she did, though Vi was sure that was due at least in part to the fact that she was so attractive, it made people want to give in to her regardless of their legal arguments. Desiree was tall and slender, with sleek ironed hair to the small of her back, which she always flaunted at the exact right moment with a full-body twirl to swing it over her shoulder. She was never without a pair of stilettos, a pencil skirt, and her signature ruby lipstick that made her warm nutmeg skin shimmer.

In one fell swoop, Vi had been ground to a pulp under the other woman’s pointed heel, and she wasn’t even here.

“Yeah, finally,” Henry beamed again, “after, what? The sixth time I asked?”

“I didn’t know you were into her…”

“Isn’t everybody?” he laughed. “She’s crazy hot.”

Vi did her best to keep her voice measured. “But you don’t want to date her?”

Henry shrugged. “I don’t want to date anyone. Too much baggage, I guess. This is so much easier. No feelings, no problems. Just fun, you know?”

She let out a long breath and sagged with it. “Yeah, I know. That’s sort of my best friend’s M.O., too.”

“See? I knew you’d know what to do. So, how soon is too soon?”

Vi pictured Changkyun now. Like Desiree, he was irresistible. With his black hair long enough to tie up in a little ponytail and sharp chin and even sharper cheeks, he cut an imposing figure, especially when he was sporting his favorite leather jacket and cologne. Vi called him catnip for women, and he never argued. He went through them like bottles of wine—savored for a night and tossed aside. The feminist side of her had, at times, wanted to be angry about it, but she’d never met one of his girls who had a complaint. Besides, the girls knew what they would be getting out of their night with him. Vi had always been the perennially out-of-touch one.

She toyed with the hem of her skirt as she answered, “I don’t think he ever repeats hookups honestly, so I don’t think he ever calls any of them back. I guess I’d say wait a few days though because, you’re right, if it were me and you hit me up the next day, I’d think you really liked me.”

Vi couldn’t help the stiffness in her voice, but Henry didn’t seem to notice. He was listening to her words, not to her, and nodding along.

“That’s what I thought. Is it okay if I ask her closer to the weekend? She’s not going to think that’s a date since it’s the weekend, right?”

“I don’t know, Henry. For someone who wanted something simple, you’re sure making this complicated.”

Her coworker did a double take at the barb in Vi’s tone, his full brows raised high. “Whoa, you okay?”

“Fine.”

Henry eyed her but said, “I get it. You’re right. I should just roll with it. Who knows? Maybe she’ll come to me.”

“Maybe.”

Vi stood and walked her quesadilla to the garbage can as he called, “Going in already? We still have twenty minutes?”

“Yeah, my lunch is ruined anyway. Thanks for paying. I’ll get you back someday.”

“You don’t need to—”

But she waved him off. “That’s what friends do. I’ll see you inside?”

Henry nodded slowly. He was obviously confused, but Vi needed to get back to her office before the sun exposed the heartbreak lurking under her skin.

“Sorry, I’m late,” came the cool voice as the door to her apartment opened and shut. “Work ran over, but I stopped by the liquor store to make up for it. How'd it go with Henry?”

Changkyun turned toward the kitchen and sighed.

“Oh shit. The depression hoodie.”

Vi slouched at her breakfast bar, wrapped up in her oversized Eeyore hoodie, the hood itself cinched tightly around her cherub face with its yarn mane fluttering every time the oscillating fan craned its head her way. She looked up at her best friend from under the curtain of her curls and pouted her bottom lip.

“Hey,” she said pitifully.

“Hey. You okay?”

“I’m okay.”

Changkyun pulled out a stool opposite hers and sat down, his eyes trained carefully on her.

“So…” he said. “I'm a little confused.”

Vi rolled her head on her hands to stare at him. “Why are you confused?”

“I thought that you said this guy was smart? Like, some big-time analyst or something.”

“He's both.”

“Well, he can't be that smart if he rejected you.”

“He didn't reject me,” she grumbled. “At least, he didn't know he did. He asked me to lunch just so he could get advice from his ‘cute’ office buddy about his ‘hot’ office hook-up.”

“Come again?” Changkyun said as he glared into space.

Vi sighed. “Seems he’s taking a page out of the Im Changkyun Friday-night playbook—fun and done. Well, maybe not quite. He wanted to know how soon is too soon to make another booty call.”

“Hey, you know that’s not my playbook. Repeats are too complicated. This idiot just wants— You know what? Fuck him.”

Her head sank to the counter, where her forehead rocked against the cold laminate.

That’s what I was trying to do, she grumbled to herself.

“At least I was psychic enough to grab your favorite booze on my way over.” Her best friend thumped a bottle of peach schnapps on the counter and petted the mane on her hoodie encouragingly.

She sighed resignedly. “See? You knew I was doomed to failure.”

“Oh, knock it off, Viola. Now, we're going to drink this together, and we're going to toast to Henry's inevitable STD.”

At this, Vi shot back up. “Kyun!”

Her friend just shrugged a shoulder along with an eyebrow as he rooted through the cabinet over the refrigerator and pulled out two shot glasses. Liquor sloshed in the cups as the smell of boozy peaches tickled their nostrils.

“Down the hatch, Flowers,” he instructed, and together, they tossed back their first shot.

The liquor burned a little though the sweetness dulled that quite a bit, and not a second later, Vi shoved the shot glass across for a refill. The second shot went down even easier than the first, and by the third, it was just like taking shots of juice except she could wallow less.

“In retrospect,” she said as she scrounged through her cupboard for something salty to snack on, “shy librarian was maybe the wrong way to approach a guy these days.”

Changkyun’s brow scrunched. “What’s wrong with a shy librarian?”

“Nothing. She’s just not the girl who catches the attention. We’re living in the era of Instagram models. A guy like you is not taking a girl like me home. I have to face that.”

“That’s ridiculous,” he challenged, “and I resent it.”

“I love you, Kyun, and you can resent it all you want, but I have never seen you with a shy librarian on your arm.”

He scowled, but he couldn’t argue because facts were facts. “That’s not because I don’t find them attractive.”

“No, it’s because you assume they all want to tie you down. Sometimes we just want to get railed.”

Changkyun nearly spit his drink across the counter, but instead, he choked it down and finished out a coughing fit. Between wheezes, he managed, “I’m sorry, what?”

“I’m tired of being the cute girl that has to settle for vanilla sex in a long-term relationship. I’ve had plenty of that, and it was fine for a while, but maybe I want some meaningless hot sex, too. Why not? I’m single.”

“No, I know that, but—”

“See? I can tell from that ‘but’ that you would never expect a 'cute' girl like me to want something like that. Cute girls like fuzzy sweaters and stuffed animals and those teeny little pastries that you eat in one bite.”

“Okay, but you do like those things,” Changkyun reminded.

“Yeah, I know, but I also like sex, and I want more of it.”

“Are you seriously trying to tell me that my best friend since second grade, who once invited me to her My Little Pony party, oh, and made me wear matching onesie Christmas pajamas last year, wants a—” The bottom fell out in his voice and, despite his casual appearance and even more casual attitude to relationships, he whispered, “—fuck buddy?”

“Or a few one-night-stands. I’m not picky.”

Changkyun stared blankly across the counter. “I don’t even know what to say.”

“See? This is my point. No guy like you is going to even consider sleeping with me because you assume I’m going to bring the baggage of a relationship. Well, I want a break from that shit, too. This is where you come in.”

“Whoa, Viola, I know that—”

“Shut up for a second, would ya? I’m not trying to guilt you into sex, Kyun, but I do want your help.”

At this, her best friend cocked his head. “My help?”

She leaned across the counter and locked eyes with Changkyun. She could see his nerves in the hard press of his lips, but she knew he was the only guy she could trust with this, so she soldiered on, emboldened by a bad fucking day and good fucking alcohol. “You've done this a lot. This is your wheelhouse. Teach me, sempai. Show me how to be a hot girl.”

He sighed and rolled his head back. “Why do you want to be a quote-unquote hot girl, Viola? They're a dime a dozen.”

“Because hot girls get laid,” she said frankly.

Changkyun scoffed. “You’re not a virgin, and you’re hot as is.”

“You have to say that as my best friend, but also, you’re not trying to sleep with me. You and I are in two different leagues of attractive, Kyun. You’re made up of all kinds of sharp angles—you’re objectively hot. I’m a freaking circle. Don’t say it—don’t say it. I know I’m not ugly, okay, but the fact of the matter is I want to be less Shirley Temple and more Naomi Campbell. You can show me how! All you do is interact with people who ooze sexiness. So, just walk me through the things that clue you in that a girl just wants to sleep with you and we can move on.”

“I don’t think I’m comfortable with this,” he admitted.

“Because you think I’m a hopeless case?”

“Because I think you’ll get hurt.”

Vi’s apartment had never felt so quiet. It was like a vacuum, where all sound and light had been siphoned away. She felt the irrational urge to cry, but she wasn’t exactly sure why, and she pulled her hoodie tightly over her head again.

Changkyun frowned apologetically. “I’m worried you’re only saying this because you’re a little drunk and a lot hurt already. That’s a bad recipe to start making new life choices.”

“Thanks, Dr. Phil. It’s fine. Forget it. You don’t need to say anymore.”

But he refused to leave it at that. He laid his head on the counter so he was back in her sulky line-of-sight, and he smiled reassuringly. “I don’t think you’re a hopeless case, by the way. It’s just that you’re already so beautiful. You deserve more. I want more for you.”

“Okay, but you don’t get to make that decision for me, just like I can’t make you help me with this.”

Changkyun growled. “You're doing all this because of stupid Henry?”

“No!”

“Really? Because you’ve never said any of this stuff before today.”

Vi leapt up from her seat so she could lean back against the sink and stuff her arms across her chest. “Maybe I was embarrassed to, but after the humiliation I suffered this afternoon, I’m done caring about that. If everyone else can just go after what they want, why can’t I?”

“I get it. It’s just… What's so great about hot girls?”

“You tell me. You bed one a week.”

“‘Bed one?’” he laughed.

“You're only making my point. I’m hopeless without you, Kyun, see?” she whined. She darted back to the breakfast bar next to him as she sensed the first hint of caving.

“Viola, is this what you really want? Some guy who just sleeps with you and doesn't call you ever again?”

She ran her fingertip around the rim of her shot glass as she considered Changkyun’s words. “I know you think I’m just saying this because of today, but what do you think today was about in the first place? Yeah, maybe I had a crush on Henry first, and that’s probably the exact wrong way to start something casual, but it wasn’t like I wanted to marry the guy either. You know I've only done the committed thing. What’s so wrong with wanting to explore something new, especially when I see you having an endless good time?”

“It’s really not like that,” he asserted as he took another shot.

She waited for him to finish his thought, but, typical Changkyun, he held back the full breadth of his feelings, and even though Vi knew him better than anyone else, some days it felt like she only knew the tip of the iceberg.

“Yeah, I'm the guy you fuck, but I’m not the one you end up with. Just so we’re both clear, I know jack shit about love.”

“Exactly! You’re perfect. You know what guys like you are looking for. You can be my tutor and my wingman.”

“It’s just a little weird that I’m your best friend. My job has always been to keep you away from guys like me.”

“You’re doing a terrible job then, bestie,” she teased as she nudged his knuckles with her own.

“You know what I mean.”

“I do, so for now, let’s just change our title to friends with benefits, okay?”

Changkyun rolled his eyes. “That’s not what that means.”

“I know. I’m trying to be clever.”

He stood up from the bar and waltzed into the living room, hands in his baggy jean pockets. Vi could tell from the way his iris tattoo flexed on his forearm that he was balling his fists, but at least he seemed to be taking her seriously. He paced behind the back of the couch before he leaned on it. His head whipped toward her as he said firmly, “If I do this, we need ground rules.”

“You got it, teach.”

Vi shucked off the Eeyore hoodie and tossed it on the counter as she raced into the kitchen and started rifling through her junk drawer.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Getting a pen and paper?”

Changkyun laughed. “Of course you are.”

“Hey, organization can be hot, too,” she objected. “And everybody likes a good listener, right?”

At this, her friend paused, stone still as he stared at her. Only when she waggled the pen at him did he blink and nod.

“You said I'm the expert,” Changkyun began, “so I expect you to listen to everything I have to say whether you want to hear it or not.”

Vi scrawled a quick note as she said, “You got it.”

“That means I go with you to clubs and bars when you want to meet guys so I can vet them.”

“Makes sense.”

“And if I don't get a good feeling about somebody you’re pursuing, you drop it instantly.”

“Fair enough.”

Changkyun cleared his throat to lift her attention from her notes. “Instantly, Viola. I mean it. I know how headstrong you can be when you think you're right, but I know the players and the game.”

“I know you do, and I’m not arguing, am I? See? Good listener.”

Again, he gave her a funny stare, and she felt that same sense that he was keeping things from her despite their current conversation.

But then he let out a breath and leaned forward, his hands falling to steady him on the back of the couch. “If you're uncomfortable with anything, you tell me. You don't have to do things just because you think it's what you think you should be doing.”

“I get how limits work, Kyun,” Vi said, a little annoyed, but he shook his head.

“I'm not just talking about bedroom stuff. If something doesn't feel like you, then I don't want you to do it.”

“I said okay…”

“I'm serious. Write it down. It’s the only way I'm agreeing to this.” Changkyun stared hard at her notepad until she finally got over her shock at his force and jotted his words down.

“I hear you, I hear you,” she grumbled.

“You trust me, right?” he asked with an intensity that Vi had rarely heard from him.

“Of course I trust you.”

There was a shift in the room now. Somehow, the temperature both seemed to plummet and soar at the same time, and Vi felt very disoriented. She was glad for the wall behind her or she might have tripped over nothing.

“Good. I want you to trust me enough to tell me absolutely everything,” said Changkyun. Despite how intimidating the man’s aura could be, right now, he was drawing her in closer and closer with those black hole eyes and bittersweet chocolatey voice. “I don't want you to be afraid to tell me all the things you want or like. You know me, I'm the last person in the world who would judge you, but that doesn’t mean it might not surprise me.”

“You mean like I already surprised you tonight?” Vi ribbed lightly.

“Yeah, but now that I know this is what you really want, I'm going to make sure you get it all.”

“Ah… Oh…” she fumbled and hoped she didn't give herself away at the unintentional innuendo. If she wanted him to take her seriously, she didn't want to look like a preteen in front of him. “Thanks, Kyunnie.”

He smirked. “You sure you want to give up your whole cute schtick? I’m pretty fond of it.”

“I mean, I don't have to give it up? I just want to shove it aside for a few hours while I get railed.”

That wiped the smirk right off his face. “How can I have known you my whole life and you still manage to have secrets?”

Vi shrugged. “Not going to lie, I kind of love the fact that my international man of mystery still thinks I can surprise him.”

Changkyun pressed his lips tightly and crossed his arms as he stared at her until sweat nearly started to bead at her brow. She had always trusted that he would help her, but the way he was examining her motives felt far too penetrating.

“We’re clear on the rules?” he said at last.

Vi nodded and showed them to him just to reiterate how seriously she was taking him. At this, he relaxed into his usual cool slouch.

“There’s one last thing,” he said.

She brought her pen up to the paper and waited eagerly.

“I don’t want this to come between our friendship.”

Instead of writing it down, Vi looked at Changkyun. He didn’t crack a smile or show even a hint of softness; he just met her gaze for gaze.

“Why would it?” she pressed.

“Things like sex usually do,” he said with a shrug of a shoulder.

“Yeah, but we’re not having sex…”

“I know.”

“So what are you worried about?” she asked.

“You,” replied Changkyun. “I’m always worried about you.”

Vi lowered her notes and came to sit beside her best friend on the back of the couch. Sincerely, she said, “And that’s why I knew I could trust you with this.”

“You can trust me with anything.”

“Because you’ll take care of me,” she finished with a smile.

“Because I’ll always take care of you.”

Changkyun’s words hung before he stood up, stuffed his hands back into his pockets, and headed back to the booze. He poured himself another shot and then one for her and brought it over. With glasses in hands, he raised his and said, “A toast to our unholy alliance.”

“To the new me,” she added. At this, he scowled, and Vi amended, “To a more adventurous me.”

“Better. I’ll drink to that.”

With another shot down, Vi felt the best she had all day. She let out a quick victory squeal before she announced, “I’m going to go get cozy real quick, then we'll dig in.”

“Already? You don't want to sleep on this first?”

“Carpe diem!” she called over her shoulder, and when she came back, she was cocooned in her favorite silk pajamas.

Vi crisscrossed her legs underneath her as she settled onto the sofa, notepad in her lap.

“Okay, since I’ve been thinking about this all afternoon, I’m going to grab the list I already came up with, and then the resident sex expert can chime in, ‘kay?”

Changkyun raised an eyebrow. “If I didn’t know any better, I might think I’ve been played.”

“So, maybe I’ve been thinking about this for a while more than I let on, but since everything went to absolute hell on my own, I had to fess up. And lucky for me, I have the greatest guy in the world for a friend.”

“A better friend would talk you out of this,” he objected.

“No way. You’re supporting me and backing me up? Best friend in the galaxy.”

“You don’t need to keep buttering me up. I already said yes.”

“Nah, I’m being serious, Kyun. Thank you.”

He nodded and emptied the last drops in his glass before he sidled up behind her on the couch and leaned over her shoulder.

Notepad still out, this time on the coffee table, Vi flipped back a page and stared at the list she had been jotting down the past week whenever the thoughts had occurred to her.

Hot girls:

Don't wear underwear

Don't wear glasses unless they're sunglasses

Flaunt their assets (short dresses, body-hugging, glitter???)

Get manicures

“Should I get hair extensions?” she pondered as she studied the bullet points.

“Absolutely not,” Changkyun said firmly.

“All the babes on Instagram have them.”

He sighed. “Long hair doesn't automatically make you hot, nor does any of this insanity you insisted on writing down.”

But her friend’s words barely registered as she scrunched the tips of her curls idly. “I feel like my bob says school girl or Karen or probably, definitely, librarian, and we all know I’m sick of that fate, so maybe?”

“I love your hair on you.”

At this, Vi lowered her pen. “Are you saying that as Kyun my best friend or Kyun the lady killer?”

“I'm saying it as a man to a woman. Don't change it unless you genuinely want to change it.”

“Maybe I should just stop wearing it curly then? Too Shirley Temple. Maybe I should iron it or something.”

Changkyun fell into silence back as he munched on a bag of snacks he’d pilfered from her cupboard. He stared off into space while her brow furrowed deeper and deeper.

“You’re supposed to be helping me,” Vi complained.

“What do you want me to add? You’ve vetoed everything I’ve said so far.”

“Exactly. So what does that tell you?”

Her best friend shot her a stern glare as he said, “That you’re awesome exactly the way you are?”

“I don’t just want to be awesome, Kyun. I want to be hot. I’m just going by the girls I’ve seen you take home. Don’t even try and pretend I’m just making this stuff up either. I do have eyes, sir.” She waggled her list at him, but he didn’t say anything. “Come on! Give me one thing you look for in a girl you just want to sleep with.”

Changkyun pressed his lips together as he considered. After a moment, he said, “The way she looks at me.”

At his first helpful answer, Vi sat forward, elbows on her now-pajamaed knees. “Ooh, how’s that?”

“I guess it’s kind of hard to describe. Each girl has her own way of doing it, but it all translates the same.”

He left it at that, and she growled. “And? What way is that!”

“I don’t know,” he said through a crunch of a cracker. “Like she wants to fuck me.”

Vi choked a little at his frank words, and she thumped her chest with her fist hoping to dislodge the knot there.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she wheezed and held a few deep breaths to right herself. “Just wasn’t expecting you to say it like that.”

“Hey, if you want to try casual sex, you’re going to have to get used to being direct about it.”

“Hm,” Vi considered as the wheels in her brain began to spin again.

This time, she wrote down “Serve sexy eyes” on the page and then tapped the pen against her lips before she added “Talk dirty” underneath.

“You’re pulling your weight at last, Kyun,” she said triumphantly. “Give me one more thing, and I’ll stop twisting your arm.”

Changkyun sighed in relief. “Perfect. Then I’ll say dancing. I narrow down my options from the way she moves her body. That tells me all I need to know.”

“Sexy mating dance, got it,” Vi repeated as she wrote it down.

Her best friend let out an incredulous laugh. “This is going to go over like a lead balloon.”

“Hey!”

“You’re the one who said it like we’re some nature doc or something. Looks like it’s going to be harder to shed your librarian alter ego than you think.”

Vi launched up from the couch and leaned on the counter shoulder-to-shoulder with Changkyun. “That’s why my best friend is going to Cyrano De Bergerac me through it.”

“Nerd.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll stow the literary references for after the sex. I suppose they could be a mood killer in this particular scenario. So, let’s say I give them the right bedroom eyes and do the mating dance and then add the sexy, flirty talk to seal the deal. Do I bring them back here then, or…”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” said Changkyun. “Walk before you run, okay?”

Vi shrugged. “It’s just, wouldn’t it make sense to bring them here? I’m in between roommates anyway, so I have the place to myself, and it wouldn’t bother any—”

This time, his hands clapped against the counter, and it resounded in the tiny living room. “Viola, you’re not bringing a strange guy home to an empty place.”

“Huh… Yeah, I didn’t think about that. So his place?”

“Shit. Okay, you’re already in high gear, and we’re not even out of the garage yet.” Changkyun yanked the notepad toward him and grumbled tightly as he scrawled each word, “Hot girls stay alert.”

Vi popped an eyebrow as she echoed the sentence. “Yeah, I don’t know if that's really a thing.”

“Well, it's about to be this hot girl’s thing,” he insisted. “You need to think with your head and not—”

“Not my downstairs, got it.”

Changkyun chuckled in spite of the serious turn in their planning.

“What about after a couple of hookups?” she asked, but he sighed.

“Again, you need to slow down. I don't think you want to jump headfirst into a fuck buddy relationship.”

“Why not? What if the sex is really good and we want to keep going?”

Changkyun shook his head. “You catch feelings way too easily, Flowers. No. No way. The point is sex, not strings, right?”

“Yeah, but what if it really is just mind-blowing sex with no strings?”

“Look, you said you wanted to feel hot and have fun. I'm going to make sure that happens, but if you're looking for something more to come out of it, I can't help you. The guys we’re looking at aren't going to be the kind of guys that I want you to repeat. My goal is to get you laid, not break your heart.”

“Okay, okay,” she said as she added a new note.

Keep it simple.

Changkyun glanced at it and gave a subtle nod. “Good. That one’s going to be tough for you.”

“You’re so wrong about that,” Vi challenged.

“How’s that? Even your pajamas require a Masters degree to put on or, more importantly, take off.” He gestured toward her two-piece set, the collared top featuring a full row of buttons and the matching bottoms tied with a quaint bow.

“What do you sleep in then, hot shot?”

Changkyun raised an eyebrow. “I sleep naked. Doesn’t get much simpler than that.”

The image hung, and Vi could feel her whole body heating.

“Fine, whatever. I’ll get new jammies, too, if it’ll make you happy.”

“I’m teasing you, Viola. I’m happy so long as you’re happy, Fort Knox pajamas or not,” he added with a hooked grin.

“Moving on!” she sang. “Back to these girls you take home. They probably know a lot of cool tricks and stuff, huh?”

“First of all, we don’t always make it back to a bedroom. Depends on the moment. You’ll get a sense pretty quickly where the night is heading one way or another, so just trust that feeling. Second, they’re not really tricks. It’s just… stuff you pick up from trying new things. If you’re feeling it, you can try it. A man worth your time is going to be open to experiencing them with you. You can just ask, and if he’s a dick about any of it, you can leave. If he gives you shit, you let me know. I’m already on your speed dial.”

Vi didn’t say anything and his eyes narrowed.

“Right?” he pressed.

She laughed. “Of course. You’re my first. Just don’t tell my mom.”

Changkyun softened and nodded once. “Okay, good.”

She smiled gently at her best friend before she turned back to her list to add one last item.

Try new positions in new places

When she was done, she studied it a few times over as she switched to pacing the living room.

“Okay, so looking at this, my plan of attack should be: new wardrobe, makeover, dirty talk lessons, and you should probably show me this fancy mating dance you mentioned. Ooh, do you think I should read the Kama Sutra, too?”

Changkyun laughed even as his head dropped into his hands. “You are going into this exactly like I thought you would. How about we just do a little at a time to ease you into all of this because, otherwise, it’s going to feel like you took a dive headfirst into an empty pool. I want to build your confidence naturally, okay? We’ll do it together like I promised.”

Vi nodded and practically collapsed under the relief she felt. It was overwhelming. Her whole life, despite her careful planning, she had taken everything two steps at a time, like running up stairs, but she’d also wiped out more than a few times that way. At least with her best friend by her side, he could catch her.

“Why don't you go shopping first for some new clothes. Buy something that makes you feel good.”

“Cool, okay. That's actually a really good idea. You can tell me what guys will find hot.”

But Changkyun shook his head. “Take Nijah or Tara.”

“No, Kyun. Come on. Nijah knits her own turtlenecks, and Tara is an actual librarian. I adore them, but they're not the people I want to go to for hot girl fashion advice. You are.” He considered for a moment, and Vi didn’t want to miss out on her chance, so she added with a soft smile, “I know you won't just tell me what I want to hear, but I also know that you'll hype me up better than anyone else could. If you want me to build confidence, I need my best, most trusted friend in the whole world. Besides, didn’t you just say we’d do things together? Pretty please?”

She batted her eyelashes cartoonishly, and, with a roll of his eyes, he caved. “Fine.”

“Ha ha, I knew it. You can never say no to me when I beg,” she gloated.

Changkyun nodded once and dropped his eyes to his lap. “As long as it’s for you and not just these dumb guys.”

“Man, Kyun, if you ever decide to wife up, women everywhere will cry themselves to sleep. They broke the mold with you.”

“You keep this up, and I’m going to get a big head.”

“That’s just another way of saying you like it.” He said nothing, and Vi reveled in her little triumph. “So when can you go shopping with me? Tomorrow after work?”

“Wow, how hard up are you?” he laughed.

She sneered at him, but it was true. It had been months and months since she’d gotten laid and even longer since she’d had an orgasm that wasn’t of her own making; she hadn’t been exaggerating about the boring sex. Someday she would find the guy she could have as much fun with outside of the bedroom as in it, but for now, she needed to break the dam of frustration and self-doubt so she could clear her head enough to focus on the other things.

“The sooner the better, hot shot,” she retorted.

“I can do tomorrow.”

“Sweet! I’ll google some trendy places.”

“Of course you will.”

But as Vi scrolled through search results on her phone, her friend shuffled around her apartment. He stuck his head into the spare room and mumbled, “I would feel better about all of this if you picked a damn roommate already.”

“Yeah, I know, but the last girl I interviewed gave off that party animal vibe, and even if I am looking to loosen up, I’m not losing my deposit. I did really like the guy though, but he said he won’t know if he can move in for a couple more weeks.”

“What guy?”

“You know him. Minhyuk’s cousin.”

Changkyun scowled as he leaned in the bedroom frame. “Isn’t he a lot older?”

Vi shrugged. “Not really. Like, five years. At least it sounds like he has his life together, which is more than I can say, so I think I’ll just wait to see if he can do it. I can afford another month here alone.”

“Are you sure? It’s Vancouver. There’s got to be lots of people looking.”

“Oh, yeah, there are, but I’m not rooming with someone I don’t vibe with.”

“And you vibe with this guy?”

Vi nodded as she jotted down a few store names on her list. “Yeah, he’s about as chill a guy as I’ve ever met, and he gives off that safe, responsible vibe. That’s who you want to room with, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Come to think of it, he might be the perfect roommate for me then. He’s big and sturdy-looking. Maybe he’ll be my bouncer,” she laughed.

Changkyun did not join her.

“If you want, I can ask him to come back and hang with us? It’s probably good anyway that you vibe with him, too, considering how much you’re here.”

Her friend shrugged a shoulder. “That’s okay. You’re right, I already know him.”

“Okay, cool then. I’ll give him the greenlight if he’s down. Man, I’m feeling doubly productive now. Checking all the things off my list! The next time Henry sees me, he’s not going to know what hit him.”

At this, Changkyun’s brow furrowed. “We’re not doing this because of that dickweed.”

“No! No way,” Vi assured. “But there’s nothing wrong with seeing a guy regret ignoring me, right?”

“Mm,” was all her friend said.

“So we’re on for tomorrow?”

“We are.”

“You staying the night tonight?” she asked.

Changkyun’s eyes darted to the spare room, but when he looked back, they were uncharacteristically flat. “I’ve got practice early. My show’s in just a couple weeks, and we can only meet a few times between now and then.”

“Okay,” Vi said cheerfully over her shoulder as she reviewed her notes. “So, you just tell me when you’re free.”

He was quiet for so long that she had to turn around to be sure he hadn’t left, but he was still there, leaning against the wall and staring out the window.

“Kyun?”

His eyes shifted to hers, and that weird little light he had inside switched back on. “I’ll call you before lunch. We’ll figure it out.”

“Cool. Then I’ll take you to dinner after to say thanks.”

From behind the soft, Changkyun leaned over and kissed the crown of her head. “Sounds good. I’m taking the booze, so you can’t get any ideas.”

“I don’t need it now. I have you.”

“Always,” he assured. “Lock the door behind me, all right?”

“Hot girls stay alert!” Vi shouted with a thumbs up, and her friend left a moment later.

When she got up to lock the door as promised, she caught a shadow through the peephole. Changkyun was still there, waiting in the middle of the hallway, though as soon as the click of the deadbolt thundered, he disappeared.

Vi smiled. They really had broken the mold with him.

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day 6: size difference

monsta x 1.2k words female reader insert Reader x Lee Jooheon NSFW

🖤 warnings: nonsense. descriptions of body size/body image, mild and undefined size kink 🖤

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There's no way to describe the look on this guy's face other than...shook.

It doesn't seem like it's a bad reaction, though. You smile at him nervously, as he works through whatever is sending him. He's watching you approach the table with that unmasked surprise, waiting as you weave your way through the crowded cafe.

You'd expected some awkwardness on a blind date. It's fine.

At least he's cute.

Super cute. He's got a lovely strong face, deep dimples that you can see even now when his face is at rest. His tight t-shirt and fitted jacket do nothing to hide his strong chest, and he sits in that confident man-spread, legs apart and a deep slouch.

He straightens up a little as you get closer.

For all of his apparent struggles, he does speak first. "Hey."

"Hi," you answer, slipping your coat off in the warmth of the cafe and settling it on your chair back, mostly for something to do with your hands.

"So, you're Jun's friend," he says.

"Yeah." You tell him your name, just in case, and he nods.

"Jooheon."

"Cool."

You're settled into your chair, thinking mostly about what you're going to go order to drink, but also a little bit about this guy and his continued astonishment.

And finally, he lets you in.

"You're short."

It's not your fault. You laugh. You can't help it.

"I guess I am," you agree. "Kinda."

You think you're pretty average. You certainly have coworkers and friends who are shorter, and smaller. But he's looking at you like he's never met someone smaller than himself.

"It's cute," he clarifies, as if suddenly realizing how he's acting, how a different person might take offense to his bluntness.

"You don't meet short people often?" you ask.

Jooheon smiles, and instantly, you're melting. Those dimples sink even deeper, and his eyesmile threatens to overwhelm his whole face.

"I work with famous people," he says. "Tall, dark, and handsome."

You know what he means, even if it's an off-target line to use about women. Celebrities are so often tall and delicate, a cold and sharp kind of cultivated beauty. Not exactly words to describe you. It makes sense, you guess, that maybe wasn't expecting someone like you. But that's an interesting tidbit, overall.

"Famous people?" you repeat, curious.

"I produce., and write."

"Music?"

"Mm."

So, he's a musician. Jun said he was in entertainment, but this is much more interesting than you'd expected, more low-key. You'd been half-expecting a local newscaster, or, like, a theater director.

"Are you ready to order?" you ask him.

"Yeah, lemme..."

He leans forward, retrieves a slim wallet from his back pocket.

"I can pay for my own," you say, as you stand up again.

You can feel Jooheon following you to the counter, and you're hyperaware of him standing a polite distance behind you as you speak to the cashier. Maybe you're shorter than he'd expected, but he's also taller than he looked sitting. You think he can probably look right over you, can see the cashier clear over your head.

The idea of it sends a little thrill through you.

It's not like you go for tall guys, exclusively, or anything. But Jooheon's immediate fascination with your size has you feeling...something.

You're too stuck in your own head, because as the cashier reads out your total, a hand darts in from the side, supplying a card that the cashier takes without even blinking.

"Aw!" you protest.

"I got it," Jooheon assures you.

Oh.

He's very close, now, leaning right up against you, hand propped on the counter as he waits for his credit card back.

"You are cute," he says.

It's a simple compliment, but the sincerity of it leaves you standing there for several dumb seconds after the purchase is completed, and Jooheon has already walked away.

Maybe that's how you find yourself pressed to the wall of his apartment building lobby.

Not even the apartment itself, but the lobby. Next to the elevator bay, right beside the button panel, waiting for the elevator car to come down and meet you.

Jooheon's pouty lips are feeling you out, straying from your mouth, down your jaw, your throat, and back. He has one knee propped against the wall, between your legs, threatening to hold you off the ground completely.

"You're so strong," you say breathlessly.

You hadn't realized he's quite so strong, or so broad. He's got the kind of solid filled-out look of a guy who works out, but also eats well. Working muscles, rather than aesthetic muscle.

Jooheon just feels so big.

He pulls back to wow you with those dimples again. "Thanks."

"Should we be doing this here?"

"Who's gonna stop us?"

It's a valid question, but any complaints about public indecency are answered for themselves when the elevator arrives, and Jooheon sweeps you into it.

"Everything okay?" he asks.

He's holding you gently by the waist, fingers playing up your spine like piano keys. You're kind of lost in him already.

"Yep."

"Cute."

He keeps saying that. He better stop, before you believe it.

You can't remember the last time you kissed someone this much, spent so much time just exploring another person. That's probably why you're so smitten, right now. Pure overwhelm.

His apartment is nice. The lobby was a giveaway, but you can tell by a hazy glance at the interior in the dark that he makes comfortable money. You'd want to take a look around, in other circumstances.

In these circumstances, there's no time.

"I want..."

Jooheon takes an agonizing moment to hang up his jacket, and yours, and he glances at you with mirth in his eyes. He's making you wait on purpose.

"What do you want?"

"Just...I mean..."

"Me?" Jooheon asks.

He lets his expression go wide and curious, childish wonder. He's teasing you, acting cute on purpose.  The effect is ruined - or enhanced, you can't decide - by the sight of his broad chest and big arms, biceps wrapped in the tight cotton of his fitted tee. That face and that body-

"You," you agree.

"Then come get me, cutie."

He walks farther into the apartment, and you follow.

On your back beneath him, both of you bare from the waist up, you can't help but compare. The planes of his muscles, the jut of his ribs, the sheer breadth of your chest he can span with only one hand...

"So fuckin' little."

He mutters it, but it sets you on fire.

"I'm not that little," you say.

Jooheon laughs, dimples out full-force. He leans right down until you're face to face, his body covering yours so completely. "Yeah, you are."

As if to prove it, he draws back, takes you by the hip, and turns you right over onto your knees.

Flustered, you let your forehead rest on the mattress. It's like he can just do whatever he wants. He's so solid, so capable. You can't even see him, now, and he's still looming, demanding all of your attention.

"How much can you take, cutie?" he asks.

He's a big guy, in general, but the question has you tingling.

As well as you can with the constriction of clothing on you lower half, you arch into him. "How much do you have to give?"

"Wanna find out?"

[wonsheep]

Got My Number

genre: fluff, friends-to-something-more

pairing: Jake x gender-neutral!reader

warnings: reader being referred to as beautiful, mentions of an unhealthy relationship, but only briefly, lmk if there's anything else!

word count: 1.2K

sheep's note: hello, everyone, it's been a long while since i posted actual content here, and i truly missed it, this is my first longer work on here, so please enjoy. i had fun imagining this, slughtly inspired by monsta x's got my number, but maybe i'll write something based more on the song in the future eheheeh in the meanwhile, this is my comeback and i'll try to be more sctive and practice writing in english more :DD

permanent taglist: @soobin-chois

thank you and enjoy reading!

Jake had been wondering why you haven't texted him yet. He thought your last date (actually, it was a friendly hangout, but a guy can dream) went well, and awaited your message inviting him to do something fun together.

But nothing new came up on his screen when he opened your chat for the nth time that week, only the last goodbyes you exchanged.

Y/N: had fun <3 talk to you later

The bright, white letters seemed to be mocking him as he wondered what time interval 'later' was equal to.

He was about to try and distract himself from you and your 'later'.

Hmm.

 '<3'.

Less than three. Three what? Days? Weeks? Months? No, that would be just cruel. He wanted to see you again way sooner than months.

Suddenly, three little dots appeared on the bottom of his screen, indicating that you were typing something.

It was a little stupid how Jake's heart sped up from looking at the animated circles, but he blamed it on being easily excitable.

He knew he shouldn't explore too much on his feelings for you, because it would end up awkward on your side and in a week of moping around on his.

The thing is, you already had a boyfriend. Even though you have told Jake before that nowadays, the relationship wasn't as fun as it used to be at the start, you stayed very committed.

"I'm just not really satisfied anymore, I guess…" you breathed out in a sigh, dangling your legs from the asphalt block you and Jake were perched on, next to a grassy portion of the park. "It's starting to feel like I'm more of a burden to him than a partner."

Pretty far into the night, it was quiet, only the rustling of birds settling into their places on trees and a few faraway laughs could be heard from your spot. The nearby streetlamp illuminated your features when the caress of a breeze passed by, blowing some hair into your face.

Jake moved involuntarily to remove the strands covering your eyes.

He couldn't have possibly helped being attracted to you, it would have been a nearly impossible task to not be drawn to your enticing persona.

For one, Jake thought you were effortlessly beautiful. You sometimes made him burst out laughing, without caring who could hear him, and there never was a dull moment while being with you.

You made him forget everyday struggles and made things seem better when discussing hardships you both went through as days passed by.

Jake's stomach dropped a little when you first mentioned your boyfriend, and he felt a little embarrassed, because he was in deep. Too deep already. 

So deep, in fact, that his ears went red in excitement from seeing you were about to contact him. Jake was met with disappointment yet again, when the little dots were gone, replaced by no new texts, just a blank screen.

He couldn't hold it any longer, jumping up from his bed he was previously spread out on to grab his jacket and leave the apartment immediately.

While he was locking the door, his phone vibrated with a new notification. Guessing it was probably Sunghoon telling him to wash the fucking dishes already or Riki sending one of his weird memes, he thought it wasn't urgent.

Jake pocketed his keys and started walking in the direction of your flat, not too far away, luckily, and decided to check his notification now.

His jaw dropped as he almost stopped in his tracks.

Y/N: my bed's empty without you

Yes, he had been to your room before, yes, he had laid in your bed too, but the wording… It seemed suggestive, nothing like pillow fights after a movie marathon or wishing goodnights and you asking him to stay a little longer. He brushed off the feeling though, setting his priorities and making a mental note to ask you about your wording.

Jake started putting one foot after another way quicker, and took a few deep breaths. Deciding that he had plenty of time to reply in real life, he shoved his phone into the backpocket of his light washed jeans.

There he was, faced with your door, alternating between raising his fist to rasp his knuckles against it and having a stare-off with the little stepping mat that was spread on the ground.

Taking a final calming breath, a desperate attempt at calming his racing heart, he knocked.

One, two, and then three seconds passed.

As expected, you were the one who opened the door. Looking nothing short of breathtaking in Jake's humble opinion with hair tucked away from your face, no makeup, a dark tank top and shorts.

Your lips stretched into an all-too-familiar half-smile as you recognised your visitor.

"If I knew you would appear on my doorstep after  that text, I would have sent it way sooner."

"Well, why didn't you?" Jake surprised himself with being able to put a coherent sentence together after being stunned by your beauty yet again.

Instead of answering immediately, you averted your gaze and stepped further from the entrance, inviting your friend in.

You lead Jake to the couch in front of the TV, grabbing both you and him a glass of water from the kitchen nearby.

"We broke up." You thought it would be better to be straight-forward about it, since it wasn't like being freed from this relationship was a sensitive topic for you. Obviously, you weren't nonchalant about it, but you felt better.

"Oh," Jake's mouth parted, hesitating on whether to console you or simply just accept this important fact you have thrown at him. "I'm sorry."

He wasn't sorry at all, maybe only for the fact that you might be disheartened after these events, even though you seemed fine.

The living room was bathing in warm tones thanks to the standing lamps you insisted on keeping around in the area, instead of hanging lights from the ceiling.

Your nose cast a shadow on one of your cheeks, and Jake suddenly had the urge to touch the presumably soft skin, as if he would be able to feel the dark outline of your nose.

"Don't be," you shrugged.

Jake gulped and took a sip of much needed water when you pulled up the strap of the tank top that slipped down on your shoulder.

"I'm pretty sure I will have to end things with him a second time, since he left with saying I can't break up with him, because he doesn't agree, but I'm completely done with his shit at this point." Your eyes wandered around the room while elaborating, the scene of your ex-boyfriend slamming the door to your house replaying in your head.

Catching up in the comfort of your living room and the soft pillows decorating your couch, you explained to Jake that you didn't want to risk dragging him into the ongoing fight between you and your ex, and since he would have jumped at even an innocent text from your friend, you decided on radio-silence while dealing with the problem.

Jake was only a little upset, since he found your actions reasonable, but it still bothered him that he wasn't able to help you.

After the sun dipped behind the clouds of the evening, Jake slowly got up from his seat, smiling warmly.

"See you soon?" you asked, your eyes shining.

"Yeah. Text me."

Jake lifted an arm to wrap around your waist and pull you against his chest. He moved his face so that his soft, plump lips were aligned with your ears and whispered, leaving a feather-light kiss on the side of your face.

"You've got my number."

THE END.

[finallydelight]

Can we please get a Ming ISAC chapter of her slaying all the events she takes part in despite not liking physical activity (was that one of her traits idk maybe I’m confusing things) and/or another Running Man ep but with svt :)

hi, darling! It’s not a chapter, but I hope you can enjoy this ☺️ I made this a compilation since people like to read those! You can always leave requests, your thoughts or feedback in my inbox! 💗

ming being iconic at isac

○ ming everdeen - archery

this went viral viral.

This was the first time she was actually allowed to compete along with her members. Previously, she would either not compete at all or be put in a team with the pristin girls.

The members had no idea she was actually this good at archery. They knew she wasn’t horrible, cause they practiced together, but they were shocked at the fact she scored 10 points four times in a row. She also broke the camera, something that shocked the fans and the idols who had witnessed the moment.

Knetz nicknamed her Ming Everdeen, because of how good she was in archery.

○ babysat by monsta x

She looked away for 2 seconds and suddenly all her members were just gone?? Just like that. She couldn’t find them either as all the male idols were wearing the same clothes and she wanted to avoid any awkward encounters unlike sehun johnny jeonghan.

The members of monsta x noticed her standing alone and approached her. She told them what happened and they offered to keep her company until her members were back. They noticed she looked a bit uncomfortable without her members and they tried cheering her up by embarrassing themselves or teasing each other.

Jooheon even did some aegyo for her, resulting in Ming begging him to stop. At one point Shownu was carrying her around on his back and all of a sudden Coups just pulled her off of him jealous hag. He kinda came out of nowhere, making it 10x more funny. He did end up thanking the members for taking care of her.

○ flirting with twice’s chaeyoung

They were so shameless with it.

Chaeyoung approached her first and they started talking with each other, seemingly getting along well. At one point, Ming made a phone gesture with her hand, asking for the Twice member’s phone number. Chaeyoung got the message and quickly pulled her phone out of her pocket. Ming put in her number and afterwards gave Chaeyoung gave hers. The start of their beautiful friendship.

○ almost slapping bts’s jungkook

armycarats still talk about this, it’s that memorable.

She was sitting on the ground along with her members, failing to notice that the BTS member had joined them.

Mingyu who was sitting behind her kept teasing her. Ticking her shoulders, playing with her hair and blowing in her ear. Overall being an annoying brother.

Ming had enough and put her arm up and was about to hit who she thought was Mingyu, but end up being Jungkook. She could stop herself in time, but still profusely apologized to him, much to Mingyu’s amusement. He shook his head and told her it was alright, awkwardly laughing.

Yes, she still did end up slapping Mingyu.

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Taglist: @lunarxsun @cosmicwintr @mythicalamphitrite @billboard-singer @stopeatread @still-astray @sakuurra @multiplums @giverosespls @seongwhaffels @kimhyejin3108

[ambivartence]

Every Month of 2023

Tagged by @mizugucci @baekhyunnybyun @irlvernon @wayvs

rules: link your favorite and/or most popular post from each month this year <3 (it’s totally fine to skip months!) and tag some CCs you love!

Tagging anyone who sees this and wants to join!! Just say i tagged you^^

i posted the art version of my every month of 2023 here but since I got tagged so many times again I wanted to do my giffing version as well since i've been doing it more regularly!!

January - most popular: monsta x minhyuk silently dying with laughter aka when he became my mx bias 🥺 - favorite: my top 10 albums of 2022 as vinyl records gfx :)

February - most popular: in the soop mingyu in his black hoodie - favorite: giant mingyu cramming himself into tiny fishing canoe (and catching a fish!)

March - most popular: 12 gifs of mingyu enjoying himself having evening drinks with the members <3 - favorite: dancing line of tbz ot11 in a single gif ft shy red hair chanhee as the caboose

April - no gifs this month ! was traveling and then missing moonbin a lot :(

May - most popular: 230511 bae173 hangyul GT stage aka the beginning of my peak time era and my bae173 GT stage spam and specifically my hangyul brainrot :') - favorite: hangyul wearing cute bear ears from a 2019 vlive

June - most popular: 230513 bae173 hangyul GT stage which was a coloring nightmare - favorite: 230620 dkb d1 more than 100 reasons stage bc i love him and this song

July - most popular: 230625 jeno broken melodies fancam specifically that brief moment when he's not on stage and looked so good readjusting his mic - favorite: picnic time hangyul playing at the pool when he still had long hair and i was hopelessly in love

August - most popular: jacob lip gloss mv aka my song of the summerrrr - favorite: shirtless jacob lip gloss mv behind with my favorite caption of the year hehe

September - also no gifs this month but it was my most productive month of drawing :D

October - most popular: 230810 jeno yogurt shake fancam when he temporarily dyed his hair mint blue <3 - favorite: team 24:00 sungjoong's vlog for lotti^^

November - most popular: the boyz watch it mv but just the night motorcycle / warn ver. outfits - favorite: this very large gif of jacob stretching that was sideways in the watch it mv but i rotated it back to its vertical glory hehe

December - most popular: bada lee x hanbin smoke challenge MY WIFE AND SON!!! - favorite: pocket-sized cutie maknae last christmas woonhak^^

[dreamaze]

every time I listen to monsta x's the dreaming and acknowledge they have the best english discography in kpop I think of your gifs. thank you also for the onewe gorgeous gifs!!!

omgsh nonnie that's so sweet of you!! ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) thank you for sharing that ♡♡ always glad to hear that mx's the dreaming is getting the love it deserves & YES onewe has firmly taken up residence in the heart pocket, i'm enjoying learning more about them (was more of a 'casual' listener before) & giffing them so much!! i feel like there were more onewe ccs back when rain to be premiered, so i'm a little sad the active fandom here seems quite small now, but... maybe it will regrow again someday, & in the meantime, i'll be here in my corner quietly(?) losing it over them ♡

[cvpdancehub]

My Dance Inspirations

In order to build dance foundation, I binge watched so many dance videos on youtube and instagram and got inspired by so many insanely talented dancers.

1. The dancer that first inspired me to have a hard-hitting big movement dance style would be Ysabelle Capitule. She is a Filipino-Portuguese dancer who has danced in big stages such as the X Factor, the Ellen DeGenres’ show, and Nickelodeon’s Kids Choice Awards. She is one of the most followed dancers on instagram, currently having almost 800k followers. I would say she’s definitely a favorite of mine still today when it comes to the “lit” style as I call it.

2. I ventured into the more technical style when I discovered Sorah Yang on Youtube. Sorah Yang has choreographed for my favorite California dance team (GRV), has coached some of my favorite K-Pop artist (New Jeans and Monsta X), and has been nominated as Female Choreographer of the Year twice by World of Dance. Sorah Yang has so many intricate moves and she hits every beat in the right pocket. She’s very technical, but very sharp and powerful as well. Until today, I still call her my favorite dancer.

3. On a personal level, one of the dancers I respect the most would be the very first dance captain I’ve gotten the privilege to learn from at the start of my dance journey. My high school captain Alea F. started our team from nothing. All of the members from our high school’s dance team quit just before I joined due to drama, so during her junior year (my sophomore year), she took the reigns and trained a team filled with beginner dancers such as myself. Our high school all female dance team has never placed 1st in the high school dance competitions before, but by the time I was a senior, we achieved what we thought was unimaginable with dancers who have only been dancing for approximately 3-4 years. We won 1st place. Alea gave us the vision and drive, and we made sure to keep it going after she graduated. The joy on her face when she came to watch our winning performance filled our team up with so much pride.

[naesarangyunho]

Weekend Off- Im Changkyun

[I don't own these images credits to the original owners]

"Switchin' positions, I like to rotate." - Changkyun in Rotate by Monsta X

NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI

Synopsis: Both Changkyun and Y/n take a weekend off from work and go camping with Y/n's. Changkyun breaks the rule and somehow Y/N's poutiness ends up with him on his back and her riding him.

Contains: praise, sub!Changkyun (kinda), y/n is a little bit of a tease, semi-public sex, a little good ol' dry humping, fingering (fem), hand job (kinda), unprotected sex (you stay safe though), creampie

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You appreciated the bonfire's warmth but you were getting sleepier by the minute.

You leaned into Changkyun's shoulder. He was sitting next to you, in an avid conversation with your dad.

You kept getting bumped as he moved his arms, using hand gestures as he spoke.

You weren't sure what they were talking about but you were glad they were getting along again.

They'd had an argument over something ridiculous the last time they saw each other.

Suddenly Changkyun's phone began vibrating in his pocket and he stopped mid-sentence with an apology, pulling his phone from his jacket's pocket.

Someone was calling. Which annoyed you since you and Changkyun had both agreed not to think of work or anyone other than the people present for the weekend.

"It's Kihyun. He must need something." He stated and you frowned. It was definitely work-related.

He noticed your frown and kissed your temple, "I'm sorry, babe. It might be important. "

You just huffed in response and he sighed and pressed another kiss to your hair before getting up to move away and answer the call.

"Can't ever really get away from work in the entertainment industry, I see." Your dad said and you nodded, still frowning.

You stood up, "I think I'm going to turn in. Night everyone."

You nod at your parents and siblings before turning and walking to your and Changkyun's tent.

You knew you were being silly but you were still rather annoyed.

You unzipped the tent and climbed inside, zipping it closed behind you.

You shrugged your jacket off and climbed under the covers of your air mattress.

What could be so important that Kihyun had to phone Changkyun even after he'd said he didn't want anything to do with work this weekend?

You huffed and pulled the covers over your face.

You'd ignored all the calls from your office, why didn't Changkyun do the same?

You shook your head; now you were just being absolutely fucking ridiculous.

Just as you were dozing off a while later you heard twigs crack outside the tent and then the flap zip open.

You rolled onto your back and pretended to be asleep.

Changkyun zipped the tent shut behind himself, kicked his shoes off, and pulled his hoody and t-shirt over his head.

He looked at you and sighed.

He climbed into bed beside you and nuzzled into your side, "You asleep?"

You pretended you didn't hear him. You knew you were acting childish but you didn't really care.

He reached a hand out under the blankets, putting his hand on your hip, and threw his arm across your stomach.

You stiffened and he looked at you, "So you're awake. Just ignoring me."

You still kept quiet, your eyes still shut.

He pulled you closer and nosed at your neck, "I'm sorry, baby. It was important though. Kihyun couldn't find the lyrics I had written. He is trying to finish recording."

You sighed and turned onto your side, facing him.

"I'm sorry. I'm being so stupid about this." You mumbled.

You saw him smile in the dim lighting.

"It's okay. I probably would've acted just as stupid."

You threw a hand over his side and hugged him to you.

He moved his hand from your hip to stroke your hair.

"You looked so beautiful earlier with the fire glowing on your skin." He murmured and you were glad he couldn't see you blush in this lighting.

"I see you and my dad made up." You said, changing the subject.

He nodded, stroking your cheek, "Mm-hm. We've agreed to disagree on trot music."

You snorted, "You were arguing over trot?"

"Shh. We have very different opinions on it."

"Why do you even have an opinion on it?"

"You wouldn't understand." Was his response you rolled your eyes and laughed.

He huffed and threw his leg over yours, his face in your neck again and his arm slung over your side.

You smiled to yourself, he always tried to be so nonchalant and cool in public but he was the complete opposite away from the public eye.

You pushed a leg between his and nuzzled your face into his hair.

You closed your eyes and prepared to go to sleep, moving your legs and trying to get comfortable.

You felt Changkyun's hand grip your hip, "Stop squirming."

You frowned at him, "I'm trying to get comfortable here."

You moved again, shifting your legs again.

His grip on your hip tightened, "I said, stop moving."

You registered his heavy breathing on your neck and realised what was happening.

You felt your stomach flip and smirked.

You bent the leg between his and pressed your knee up into his crotch.

He grabbed your upper thigh with a gasp, "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing." You whispered against the shell of his ear and you felt him shudder.

"I don't think that's a good idea. Your family is only a few metres away."

You pressed a kiss against his ear, "I guess we'll just have to be quiet then."

He groaned softly and grabbed your ass as you moved your knee against his crotch again.

You could feel him hardening through his pyjama bottoms.

You tilted his head up to press a kiss to his lips.

He kissed back, slowly and sensually, his nose pressing against your cheek.

You cupped the back of his head with one hand, opening your mouth to kiss him deeper.

He sighed and slid his tongue into your mouth, brushing yours.

You shuddered, your fingers tugging at his hair.

You could feel heat build within you and you kissed him harder, moving your leg again.

He groaned again and in one swift movement flipped your positions so that you were on your back and he was on top of you.

You looked at him for a moment, straining your eyes in the darkness to look at the beautiful man above you.

You saw how his mouth hung open and how those feline eyes of his were hooded and filled with lust.

You bit your lip, wrapped your arms around his neck, and pulled him in for a kiss.

He kissed you back, his mouth hot against yours.

One of his hands cupped your jaw as he kissed you and he held himself up over you with his other elbow.

You lifted a leg, wrapped it around his waist, and pulled his hips against yours.

He moaned into your mouth and you pushed your tongue into his mouth, tasting him and pushing your fingers into his dark hair.

His hard member was pressed against your heat and it was driving you absolutely crazy.

You pushed yourself against him, biting his lip as you kissed.

He rocked his hips against you in response and you tried so hard to keep quiet as you felt his hand leave your jaw and slide down your body to rest on your lower belly.

"Please." You whispered against his mouth.

He panted against your mouth, out of breath, before pressing his lips to yours again.

You felt his hand slide from your lower belly to the waistband of your sweatpants and under.

You gasped against his mouth as you felt his fingers trail even further down, finally touching you.

"You're so wet." He murmured against your lips and all you could do was throw your head back and bite your lip in an attempt to keep quiet as his fingers slid between your folds.

He moved his head to kiss your jaw and neck, sucking marks into the skin there as he slid one finger into you and then another.

You were pulling at his hair by this point and only clung on tighter as he began to pump his fingers in and out of you, stroking your walls at an excruciatingly slow pace.

You pushed yourself against his hand and he got the memo, curling his fingers to hit your g-spot as he sped up his tempo.

You were trying so hard to keep quiet, whimpering as you bit your lip.

He had always been so good at pleasuring you. He knew exactly what to do to drive you over the edge each time.

He continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, biting your neck and leaving open mouth kisses on the skin, his tongue pressing into your skin.

"Oh god." You gasped as he sped up further, pressing his thumb into your clit, and applying just the right amount of pressure.

"Fuck fuc-" he pressed his mouth against yours again in an attempt to catch your moans and keep you quiet.

The tension in your stomach just kept on growing and Changkyun noticed, pulling his mouth back to cover your mouth with his free hand. Only minutes later you came, trying your absolute best to not scream his name.

After you'd come down from your high, he removed his hand and kissed you, "Good girl."

He pulled his other hand out of your pants and you watched as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean.

"Fucking hell, Kyun." You groaned quietly.

He smirked, "You just taste so good, I couldn't just let it go to waste."

You couldn't help yourself, you pushed him off of you and onto his back, straddling him now.

He looked up at you in the dark and chuckled, "Look at you."

You glared at him, "You think you're funny? We'll see who's laughing now."

He smirked at you, opening his mouth to probably make a witty comeback but that smirk was wiped off his face as you pushed yourself down and into his hard member.

"You were saying?"

He hissed through his teeth as you moved again and he grabbed your hips.

He opened his mouth to speak again but you ground against him, silencing him.

His grip on your hips tightened.

"Ride me." Was all he eventually managed to get out.

And you smirked despite the heat in your lower stomach and the way your heart was racing.

You lifted yourself up from him, struggling out of your sweatpants and panties before yanking his pyjama bottoms and boxers down, exposing his dick to the cool night air.

He threw his head back as you sat back on his thighs and wrapped a hand around his dick, stroking him as excruciatingly slowly as he had you earlier.

"Not so fun is it?" You teased.

He glared up at you through hooded eyes

"Stop fucking around and fuck me." He growled.

You were definitely not going to deny him any longer.

You lifted yourself above him, one hand reaching under you to line his member up with your entrance, before you eased yourself down onto him, your wetness making it easy.

He bit his lip as he watched himself disappear in you and you mewled; nothing felt better than him filling you up.

He gripped your hips and lifted you slightly and you lifted yourself further, before dropping back down.

You continued doing so, his hands on your hips helping you ride him.

You threw your head back, biting your lip in an attempt to stifle your moans as you bounced on his dick.

One of his hands was on your hip now, fingers digging into your hipbone while his other arm was flung across his face. He was biting into his forearm to stay quiet and his eyes were scrunched closed, his dark eyebrows pulled together.

The sight of it drove you insane.

You sped up, desperate to make him as well as yourself cum now.

You put your hands on his chest, steadying yourself as you did so.

"Changkyun" you groaned and you heard him call out your name in response, the sound muffled by his arm.

He was lifting his hips too at this point, also eager to cum, and after a while you felt his hips stutter.

You whimpered and a moment later you came, your head thrown back and your teeth sinking into your bottom lip in an attempt to stay quiet.

The feeling of you tightening around him pushed Changkyun over the edge and he came shortly after you, still biting into his forearm.

You both stilled all your movements and you fell forward onto his chest, exhausted, and felt his member slip out of you.

You panted against his sweaty chest.

He kissed your hair and hummed in contentment.

You heard the shuffle of feet past your tent and you panicked, "Oh God, I hope they didn't hear any of that."

Changkyun chuckled, "That's the least of our problems right now."

You frowned and lifted your head to look at him, "What do you mean?"

He moved his hips under yours, "How are we cleaning that up?"

You felt the slippery mess between you. You'd usually just shower in this situation but you were in a tent, in the middle of the woods.

"Fuck. This wasn't a good idea."

Changkyun laughed, "I told you so."

You slapped his chest, "Shut up, smartass."

A/N: I am open to requests for fanfiction. Just let me know the idol or pairing as well as anything you'd like to have included and whether you want smut or fluff etc. You can comment or dm with your requests.

Thank you for your support💕

[t3kandson]

Friendly comfort

Wordcount; 2,137

Fandom; Monsta X

Pairing; Reader X Yoo Kihyun X Reader X Lee Hoseok aka Wonho

Character; OT7

Warning; Angst, Teasing, Jealousy & Injury.

Notes; Chapter 3/8 of part one of Youth of No Regret, earlier chapters found here

You woke a couple hours later, the birds tweeting being your alarm clock, soon realising Kihyun and Hoseok was still clinging to you. You gently and slowly manoeuvred out between them, leaving there arms holding each other as Hoseok nestled in to Kihyun. A slight smile spread across his face, both of them believing they was still holding on to you. You couldn’t help but stifle a giggle as you turned to walk out the tent, Minhyuk was standing there having just woken.

“What’s up that’s got you giggling like a girl?” he asked rubbing his wearily eyes. You raised an eyebrow, “Minhyuk last I checked I was a girl,” you said shaking your head. “Your a woman not a girl, though happy to test that theory,” he winked nudging you with his usual flirting, as you swatted him making him chuckle. “Anyway you didn’t say what was making you laugh away,” he asked. You nodded your head In the direction of the tent behind you, Minhyuk taking a brief peek seconds later.

Soon followed by a click of what you was sure him photographing the two sleeping hugging friends of his. “Well that’s one for the album, I’ve seen Hoseok’s cute cuddly side but not Kihyuns,” he chuckled. “Maybe your just not his kind,” you teased winking at him as you walked towards the extinguished firepit.

“So if they was like that where did you sleep?” He queried following you. “We should get breakfast sorted for when they all decide to wake,” you said ignoring his question. “Nice try Y/N,” He scoffed, “I know from your giggle like a high school teenager, that you placed them like that,” he said crossing his arms pleased with himself. “Well aren’t you clever working that out,” you said sarcastically placing more wood in the Pitt. “And that it was clear for them to hug each other that they thought they was hugging you,” he said with a raised eyebrow. “Well you did say I was all woman,” you chuckled as you searched for the matches and firelighters. “So you was with both them all night?” Minhyuk said gasping in shock. “Yes Minhyuk, we was banging all night long, I’m surprised you didn’t hear us,” you said sarcastically shaking your head.

“Didn’t hear what?” you heard a voice come from behind Minhyuk. You froze coming face to face with Kihyun, who was looking puzzled at you both. “The snoring, Hoseok snores really badly,” you said smiling, Minhyuk folding his arms, his eyes smalling in your direction with a slight smirk. “Yeah he’s definitely a snorer but I didn’t hear him,” Kihyun said ruffling his hair before walking towards you both, reaching towards the items you was looking for.

“I didn’t snore did I?,” he asked as he stood up to look at you, his eyes twinkling. You couldn’t help but notice how beautiful he looked just risen from his sleep. “Well I’m sure Hoseok kept you up,” Minhyuk chuckled breaking your moment of trance at Kihyun’s beauty, earning you to blush. “What are you on about?” he scowled at Minhyuk. Minhyuk put his fingers into his pockets bringing his phone out to show him the image.

Kihyun growling as he walked towards his hyung as he giggled stepping backwards out of the annoyed Kihyun’s direction. “Delete that picture,” he cursed as Minhyuk turned to walk towards his tent, to Hyunwoo’s protection.

“I wouldn’t bother Kihyun, you know he won’t delete it,” you giggled. “I didn’t even realise I was hugging him,” he said scratching his head looking confused. “Look, there have there fun and forget it, but for now why don’t you come help me cook breakfast,” you said holding your hand out to him. He smiled taking your hand as you pulled him closer.

You and Kihyun was giggling as he was mocking your attempt at breakfast, his face so lit up you tried to remember a time when he looked so care free. He had taken the role as some form of mother to the group, that you hadn’t seen him show a side of a carefree young man. “Why you staring like that? Is there something on my face?,” Kihyun said reaching for his phone to look and check.

“No, no I was just thinking I haven’t seen you so carefree, it suits you,” you said as he continued to check his image in his phone. “Your fine Kihyun I promise, beautiful as ever,” you said stiring the rice. “You think I’m beautiful,” Kihyun asked blushing. “Well yeah obviously, you would need to be blind not to notice that,” you said blushing yourself.

Your comment seemed to put a sparkle in his eyes as he stood to come closer. “You know your not too bad yourself,” he said brushing your hair behind your ear. “Well when your not burning the food that is,” he chuckled as you bent over to stir the rice again. “I think that’s enough stiring,” he said holding out some camping bowls for you.

Your hands touched briefly in the exchange, hearing him gasp blushing in his wake made you smile inwardly. Red faced he attempted a smile before walking off to get the frying pan to make the eggs.

You stood thinking how the energy between you both had changed, how extra sweet he was being with you, it felt different to any previous times. You both was smiling at each other In silence as he fried the eggs. Helping him as you placed the peppers and fresh green beans on the bowls of rice as he worked at the fried eggs and mushrooms.

It wasn’t long before Kihyun was singing, you stopped to gaze at him as he sang his heart out to you. It was a song you hadn’t heard before and wondered if it was one that the group was working on. “Urrggghh really Kihyun, you trying to wake up the dead,” Hoseok said from behind you, cutting the atsmophere a little icy as Kihyun scowled at him. “Well I sound better then you look right now,” he scoffed, you turned to face Hoseok his hair sticking up. “I don’t know I think his bed hair looks cute,” you said smiling at him. “Bed hair,” he said brushing his fingers through his hair, smirking mischievously.

“Well you and Kihyun must have got kinky last night,” you scoffed to Kihyun’s groans and Hoseok’s confused look. “Really Y/N not you too,” Kihyun moaned back on mum mode as he placed the last egg in the last bowl. “Right you two need to wake everyone up,” Kihyun ordered as he looked around in the bag for spoons.

As you was quietly tucking into your breakfast you noticed Minhyuk and Hyungwon observing his phone. Smiles on both there faces as they sniggered shoving looks yours and Hoseok’s way. Hoseok noticed as he eyed their behaviour while polishing his meal off.

“So what’s the plans today then guys?” Hyunwoo asked as he went round the group taking the bowls from them. “Well I’ve found some climbing rocks that I want to try,” Changkyun said. “I plan to go fishing we could have them for supper,” Kihyun added, his eyes brushing over towards you. “I’ve got a boat that I’ve hired, I’m planning to do some kayaking near the docks,” Hoseok said smiling. “Oooh that sounds fun Hyung I’m in,” Jooheon said looking excited. “What about you Y/N?” Hoseok asked looking excited at you. “Don’t pressure her she might be more into something else, you know your welcome to come fishing with me,” Kihyun added smiling.

You suddenly found yourself stuck between them both and felt like you couldn’t choose in fear of upsetting them. “Actually Changkyun’s day plan sounds fun,” you said playing with your fingers. “Ahh Y/N your love it, I didn’t realise you liked Rock climbing,” he said as you saw both Hoseok & Kihyun look to the food looking a little saddened which hurt. “But Y/N are you sure that’s wise, you’ve never rock climbed before, you could get hurt,” Kihyun said looking concerned. “Hyung it’s fine, It’s not a dangerous setting it’s actually good for beginners, she’ll be fine with me,” Changkyun reassured him. “She better be,” Kihyun said frustrated. You couldn’t help but notice Kihyun and Hoseok’s quietness and slight annoyance that you didn’t choose the days activity with them, which made you feel a little weird.

You, Changkyun and Minhyuk was walking through the woods towards the location. “So Y/N, what’s the deal with Hoseok & Kihyun?” Changkyun asked. “You saw the pictures, you work it out,” you giggled. Changkyun stopped, “what pictures?” He asked looking puzzled. You rolled your eyes, as Minhyuk showed Changkyun, his eyes hovering with a smirk. “Ahhh that’s cute, I will never let him live that down,” he chuckled.

“However, I was talking about you with them,” he added. “She knows what your talking about she’s just trying to avoid the conversation,” Minhyuk said making you scowl at him in return. “No, it’s just there’s nothing to say, nothing is going on, they can’t even date so there’s no point,” you added sounded a little miffed at the No dating rule. “Who says we can’t date?,” Minhyuk scoffed. “Because of Hoseok’s past, that he had to act clean and avoid dating,” you said.

“Avoid, not do not date,” Changkyun said. “Your not like her, we know you wouldn’t be a scandal, I think you would be worth the risk,” Changkyun added. “What about Kihyun? Because I know we can date,” Minhyuk threw in. “Well he’s my friend, why would I risk that,” you scoffed, the thought of ever losing him was too much to bare the thought of.

“So you do like him then?” Changkyun asked slightly grinning. “He’s a good looking bloke, but I never allowed myself to think like that because we’re friends,” you said almost tripping on a tree root that Changkyun had to steady you. “You know he really likes you right,” Minhyuk said, “and not in a friend way neither,” Changkyun winked. “Look I’m not risking my friendship with Kihyun to even contemplate on my emotions for him like that. I’d also would never risk Hoseok having some sort of scandal or drama that could affect his career. Plus I hate that they’ve both started being awkward with each other as it is, I don’t want to make that worse,” you said catching a breath from your rant. “Oh don’t worry about there friendship, there old enough and ugly enough to sort it themselves,” Minhyuk chuckled. It was then you came to the cliff, the sudden sight unnerving you. You realised maybe you should have chosen one of the other two activity’s or just offered to stay back and cook.

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You and Hyunwoo had got back from fishing and had started the fire prepping tea.

“Wonder when everyone will be back,” Hyunwoo said as he popped the potatoes he had cut into the boiling water. “Hopefully Hoseok drowned,” you muttered under your breath that you had hoped Hyunwoo didn’t catch, but his body stiffened told you he did. You cleared your throat, “I don’t know maybe you should ring them, see how long there be,” you said to Hyunwoo’s raised eyebrow. You felt guilty for the sudden jealously you felt of one of your closest friends. But every time you saw Y/N melt at his view, you felt saddened that she would never look at you like that. But yet earlier this morning she had, you loved every second viewing that affection. That look In her eyes that you always wished was there flashed right there, for you.

There was a chance that she felt something more then friendship, it made you more hungry in your desire to be more to her.

It was then Hyunwoo’s phone rang, his face looking serious as he listened to the caller. “Calm down Minhyuk, I can’t hear you.” He said looking like he was inwardly panicking. You dropped the pot you was holding as you walked towards the phone in Hyunwoo’s hand. “Where are you?” He said looking concerned. “Kihyun go get the car ready,” he said looking your way. “Is Changkyun ok?,” you asked but Hyunwoo ignored your comment as you ran towards the car.

“But is Y/N breathing?” you heard him shout out as he dashed towards the woods. Your body froze, something had happened to Y/N. You knew rock climbing wasn’t safe for her, your heart was thumping not knowing what had quite happened. But yet your body couldn’t move, stuck there In fear at every possible end to this pulsating through your mind. You was only brought to when Hoseok pulled up in the car. His face falling when he noticed the fear in your face.

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