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littobin · 4 years

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genre: suggestive romantic stuff, with a tiny bit of angst

pairing: tattooist!moonbin x reader.

warnings: none ? just a minimal language, and kinda heavy making out... yeah

- summary: sanha, the well known skater, had an older brother. and maybe his best friend y/n was too in love to proper think.

a/n note: this is kinda long and emo, it's just my first time writing in this genre so hfjbfn sorry in advance. gender neutral, also for a special friend who encouraged me to post on her birthday. planning on do stuff for the other boys soon. :)

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[1:02AM]

putting a bit of effort into it you open your eyes, tired after waking up from what felt like a long nap.

your head still was unsettled, confused, looking around the place you found yourself at. by some point then you manage to recognize the living room and the nice sofa on which you were lying, such things from nothing less nothing more than the comfy, simple house of your best friend, sanha.

honestly no matter how much you tried to recall it on your mind, nothing reminded you of what could have happened for you to wake up there. despite how it was already one habit of yours to often visit this house where the tall, half black half blonde haired boy used to greet you in with his bubbly smile several times, and of course with his extra peculiar style, ripped pants, bandaids and chaotic printed t-shirts you always thought to be funny.

to be friends with a professional skater since high school days wasn't so bad, after all sanha was indeed one of a kind, such a mature and high spirited boy. he was such a nice goofball, always ready to talk about any topic, share taste on music or learn new things, the actual opposite of what people say about someone like him. sanha has always been an amazing friend, making you feel comfortable and your days a lot lighter every time you went to see him after dealing with responsibilities.

whether your short visits were to spend some time for both of you to help each other with things about studies or just when you missed spending time with him, you were already a common guest. for textbooks and notes purposes or for when it'd all turn into laughs, popcorn and your best friend's favorite games, or even in skate competitions he used to bring you with him at the square down street.

or else, when you'd also come to secretly see the black haired handsome man always on his casual clothes living there with your friend, who at the time he was home would stay sometimes in the kitchen, sometimes doing his works outside at the small desk near the garden, sometimes practicing sketches in his own room.

sanha introduced him as his older brother bin, who unlike him was a lover of all kinds of arts. whom you shouldn't pay so much attention to, but before your mind could go against it all of your thoughts were just as they ended up. constantly filled with him, with the need to see him everyday.

however now instead of going on trying to figure out any other possibilities to what could've brought you there, or even letting your thoughts wander over sanha's brother again, you hear calm footsteps approaching and immediately close your eyes, burying yourself on the sofa's recline. there you pretend to be still asleep, yet not understanding why your first reaction was like this, if it could be just your best friend.

for a few minutes the atmosphere remains monotonous, but soon enough turns tense as you feel someone come too close. two strong muscular arms embrace you carefully, bringing a sweet smell of shampoo you instantly could recognize so well. since the time when, in a game match with your best friend and his brother, both you and sanha attacked him with tickles for being the loser, as a form of punishment. you'd never forget it, for how it was your very first time hearing bin's boyish giggles, and touching his so silky, smooth hair, like a thin fabric tinted by the late night hues.

all of this together sent your heart pounding madly, already knowing who was there with you, especially when his jaw's downy skin brushes against your face for the proximity. at first he made a kind of awkward attempt to put you into his arms, in a position you could be carried comfortably. after one more try he gets to pick you up, and just when he easily manages to hold you firmly in bridal style, taking you off the couch like a light plush on his arms, nervousness started taking over you in silence as you couldn't assimilate where he planned to carry you to.

albeit a bit sudden at times and without much control of his own strength, except when you saw him drawing extremely detailed lines with his tattoo needle for customers at the studio he worked in, to where once sanha took you to bring him lunch, albeit he was too broad and intimidating, and his own homemade food didn’t always come out good for that little rough way of his no matter how hard he tried to do something thinking of you and sanha, albeit it all bin was always too gentle, too loving. it was so much whenever he'd open his mouth to talk with such sweetness and even a tiny bit of timidity to express his thoughts, even though how excellent he is with words, all of his little 'eh?'s when he'd be confused or cute neck scratches, you'd never believe he'd be a professional tattooist for years. he could normally work for all kinds of people, from madams to rockers, and do any type of drawings, from small daises to pretty complicated dragons and skulls. you'd have no clue of it if sanha didn't tell you, also about the fact bin always wanted to be a dancer, but because it was just the two of them and life tends to adapt itself according to necessities, he never thought about doing tattoos, yet casually came to work on it with time.

outside his job bin always took good care of his younger brother, though the troubles sanha would occasionally cause or how mischievous he could be even with him, and bin had to hit his head sometimes. all of his gestures were always docile, humble, treating you as if he was also a friend, and always being a real gentleman. not mentioning the countless times he had his crescent moons smile on up his eyes, just utterly enchanting.

all of this inevitably got you even more lovestruck, and your heart weak, no matter how hard you tried to muffle down those feelings. bin remained as the only man whose your mind and its daydreams for hours never grew tired of, the only one who gave new colors to your days. the more you knew him the more you were sure you couldn't be in any other way than hopelessly in love with him, too affected whenever he'd be around.

before you'd notice it you were thinking about this, about all you kept hidden inside for him. so you just settled yourself to forget what would be going on and let him believe you were really asleep, although in fact tension ran down your nape feeling his body's warmth, heat uncontrollably up your face while you leaned against his large chest.

after a few minutes of more footsteps sounds on stairs and doors opening through he carried you, bin stops at a certain point, slowly placing you carefully over another soft material, which you deduced to be of a bed.

you held yourself static, thinking he'd soon leave you there to rest and go, as you figured out sanha's brother probably would do so by his cordiality. nevertheless almost all at once you were simply taken aback when the male leaned on the bed, and slowly on top of you. his elbows and one knee supported him over, in such a way that made you too weak under his figure covering yours up, as if he was like a huge brown bear in charge. shivers hardened your shoulders, as you feel a heavier breath against your face.

"i know you're awake." he says softly, yet his characteristic boyish voice sounding way huskier than normally. you instantly open your eyes in disbelief over what you've heard, and just so your cheeks turns crimson, realizing how both of you were just few centimeters apart. his stunning almond eyes sparkled brightly into the room, dark and hooded while staring deeply at you. every one of his features on his manly face were lined on a serious expression, seeming concentrated, but almost fatal.

"bin.." all you could do was just mutter his name sheepishly over embarrassment, only to get a sigh from him in response. "shh..." his index finger lightly touches your mouth, tracing its tip to the corner of your lips, your hands starting to sweat cold just by the small contact with his digits.

bin then suddenly towered over you, without removing his intense brown irises from yours and rests his arms around your face, so his long fingers would now caress your hair. solely in this move his body quickly cornered you on the bed by his height. butterfly swarms rush into your stomach, as for a few minutes both of you kept quiet, staring intently at each other.

you swallowed hard. any trivial action like breathing now seemed dull, with him there so close to you as never. bin was like the definition of being drop dead gorgeous, every detail, every fiber of him exuded beauty, to almost seem unreal. through these few seconds watching him you couldn't keep your eyes from wandering, over each one of them. his thin, dainty rosy lips, which looked a little swollen, begging for another one's touches. black hair strands resembling the universe's dark matter hovering messy on his slightly sweaty forehead, and over his expressive frowned eyebrows. soft, milky skin which became a little more flushed as he stared at you, thick neck exposed by his t-shirt colar, wide shoulders covered by his cardigan tucked on his elbows.

oh everything about him was, so breathtaking.

although you couldn't understand why he was doing this, for how in your head you wondered why such an attractive man like him, who anyone would want to have, was there looking this way at someone so simple, still you couldn't hold back such things he made you feel. too many things screaming for you to let them out. and it was just the same for him.

"you know what.. damn it.." you heard bin break down the silence with a shaky whisper, and before you'd realize or question anything he placed your noses together in a soft brush and collided your lips with his eagerly, both of you sighing in the contact.

fear still was the main emotion taking over you, even though you closed your eyes right away and gave in to him, millions of beautiful sensations coursing through your veins at once. you simply didn't have any idea on how to act, what you should do in the first place all because of the frozen state his attitude caused, something you'd hardly come up with in your dreams by how far out of your reach you thought it'd be. however now you just put everything aside, gradually melting away with your knees getting weaker, as you felt bin kissing you in an irresistibly slow, delicate way.

not even through any of your deductions with yourself you'd imagine these little things which had your heart to almost explode now, that his nose would be so soft, and his lips would taste so sweet, velvety in their texture extremely hot and moist, pressing and moving gently as if they were massaging yours. easily you were found anesthetized, like one who reaches the ninth cloud. when they started to move more, just a bit hungrier between small sucks created by him and nibblings on your lower lip, you began to gradually further correspond them into the kiss, wherein he lets out quiet sounds, his pulsations so out of control and his cheeks burning red just as, or perhaps even more than you.

bin was still trying to not lose his composure. still trying to keep the feelings he had hidden for you from being all poured out at once, like a waterfall.

since the first time when sanha introduced you to him as his best friend, after he came home from a rough day at work. since then when you smiled saying your name and he could sense flowers blooming all over his chest, stealing the air on top of his lungs. to every time you locked eyes for too long or your hands accidentally touched his when you'd volunteer to help him in the kitchen. every little conversation, every time you patted his shoulders to encourage him when his brother would as well, never looking intimidated, like most people he knew.

he didn't want to show each drop of his honesty so fast in case you wouldn't flinch, but it was too hard when he had you there kissing him back, only the two of you in this moment, feeling you not repress him but otherwise, just wanting his touches as much as he's been longing for yours. he couldn't help but lose his mind more and more into each of your small actions. your hands timidly plugged on his waist, almost embracing it while his warm, long fingers intertwined with your hair strands, that somes mixed a little in his bangs, or your leg unconsciously poking his. in a way that without noticing bin tightened his arms more around you as well as the pressure of his chest, looking for more and more closure to you.

it didn't take long until the male would part his lips like a bud's petals, and so you shudder with his hot tongue there rubbing your lower lip, asking for entrance. you just give in not even being able to think through all the flustering this new sensation sent on you, and bin slowly deepened the kiss, making it fulfilled by all the so suffocated attachment you had for each other.

little by little his tongue slides in intertwining with yours, as the first thing hitting you was the fresh flavor of his chocolate mint cereal bar, which you were used to always see on bin's hands or pockets, and it just added an even better feeling through you explored his mouth. plenty more touches come up between the two of you so that the male, after staying still in the same position for a little while, suddenly slides one of his arms down. his huge veiny hand grips firmly and gives light squeezes on your side what caused you to jump a few times, running it down in a path of pure shivers to your hips, until he catches your hand still on his waist and without any previous warning pulls it in, under his shirt.

air immediately hitched on your throat out of shock, but bin was immersed, focused on only feeling you more. in the intervals his tongue's tip traced your mouth tilting his head for access, and when he brought it back so he'd press and gently suck your lips with his, the male kept the pace guiding your hand on his large back. slowly he also brought it down to the point of his firm, built up abdomen, which caused chills on himself, and moved your palm to make contact with the warmth of his absurdly soft, fragile bare skin inside the fabric. uncontrollable pulsations took over you the moment you get access to this new touch, your head in a fog of only bin.

this one was indeed a little different from the docile person you knew, with his contagious smile behind gloves and a tattoo needle you were so used to see. instead bin showed to be such an intense man, and why not say sexy, full of alluring gestures you didn't know how to handle, solemnly irresistible. over an impulse you make up a little of courage and start moving your hands by yourself, caressing and feeling his muscles, that have always been apparent on his manly athletic body, as each of his proportions under the shirt.

"god.." he suddenly said under his breath in a way sounding too sensual from his gracious, still husky voice among the kiss, melting completely in sensitivity and a cardiac mess because of you. bin then pressed a few more pecks a few more times on your lips, not wanting to pull away but doing so already for running out of air, through both of you parted trying to catch it.

yet you fail miserably, as soon as you see your best friend's brother face, completely flushed and breathless. his coffee colored eyes dripped fondness and loads of tiny stars all together, eyebrows pressed in such a lovely, affectionate expression you swore you never saw anything so endearing in your life. if it wasn't for another beat skipping your chest when you noticed a small amount of saliva, that you could clearly define as traces of the wonderful kiss of a few seconds ago, in the corner of his mouth.

as soon as he notices your widened eyes, bin's face changes and he cleans it by licking his lips seductively, as if he knew how much it affected you. the cardigan he wore falls from over his shoulders and he removes the cloth piece, dropping it on the floor. a small smile sprouted on his captivating features when he looks over at you watching him, as he lowered himself to your neck, putting his lips near your ear.

"keep going.." bin closed his eyelids, feeling the characteristic and comforting smell of fabric softener on your clothes. this smell which he always had on his memories from that day he shyly hugged you on your birthday, that now made him ask sweetly into whispers for your hands on him again, pressing more of his fine body and chest against yours.

his hips suddenly rolled down in a slow move, stimulating waves of electricity and adrenaline onto your stomach, your state now broke into sighs. you squeezed his waist slightly and involuntarily, moved by your latent feelings as he nuzzled against your neck, like a fluffy cat purring. bin was panting still heavily, sending incessant shivers down your spine.

"bin... you.. you're too much.." losing any lasting control over yourself you buried your face deeply on his shoulder and grabbed his huge biceps, letting out any first thing that would come out of your mind.

he smiled against your skin with a muffled chuckle, light and content for how cute you sounded to him, what got you even weaker as well as over the moisturizer perfume on his exposed collarbones by his shirt, before you went to fulfill his request. soon enough your palms were all over his muscular back once more, massaging them in up and down movements. bin took time to appreciate the feeling of having you into his arms, touching your hair, your nape, your lower back, or your cheeks where he decided to put gentle, tender kisses, that got you forgetting even more about the destination of your fingers under his shirt.

they ran all over his torso, sides, down to his beautiful abdomen once again to trace trembling patterns with your fingers under his stomach, running them up to reach the area of his chest, where you accidentally touch one of his nipples. bin stopped when he felt the stimulus, letting what sounded like a frustrated moan resonate in response, and you move your hands right away. yet you didn't expect him to feel so flustered to the point of, having his weight against you, to this time start distributing wet kisses, full of desire onto your neck and jaw.

in the middle of them bin took pauses where he sucked some of your skin to mark it slightly, or moistened each sensitive spot he left with the way too warm texture of his tongue. his hands also return to be entirely over you, one putting stronger, breath taking grips and squeezes on one side of yours as the other entered under the hem of your sweatshirt, his thumb touching your belly's area. each thing he did left you helplessly more and more of a mess for him, while his hips gave another roll once again in an enticing motion, causing you to feel an inevitable friction you tried to ignore but his moves only made it harder and harder, between his thighs wrapped tight by his jeans and yours pressed in the middle of his from jumping so much with his touches.

"sanha, saw you fell asleep, and asked me to take you to a room.. i went to see you and heard, you mutter my name.. saying that you wanted to have me..." for a moment, your eyes widen in realize, and finally you get how you were there.

your mind gets back remembering how sleepy you were before you'd come to see sanha, something which was again the result of another pulled night thinking about life, studies, and about bin constantly, about how incredible would it be if you had the courage to confess to him. but before you could even die of embarrassment for letting your dreams go too high right at your bestfriend's house, right next to him, bin slowly brings another trail of his warm kisses up your neck, eliciting quiet whimpers from you this time, especially when he stroked your waist skin inside your sweatshirt and reached for your earlobe, instantly capturing it in his mouth to suck on the small cartilage.

"do it now.. do whatever you want." you heard him confess with a bit of difficulty on his tone, for the much any response from you for now would mean to him. therefore he stopped, pulling away as he looked at you with sad traces, insecure.

bin needed to know about you, to get a reassurance from you, one more time of you expressing fully whether you were in love with him as much as he was with you to let yourself stay with him more, or if not, as hard as it could be he'd stop there, despite how reciprocal everything was from your side. he didn't want just a make out with you.

uncertainties still bothered him inside, through several sleepless nights spent on his room's desk among all his draft drawings and work notes, but thinking of the stupid, probably one sided attachment he developed for you, growing everyday because of how regularly he could see you. way too quickly you stole a space on his heart, bigger than the passion for art and colorful designs his job gave him. even when his needle did its work putting on pigment, when he found himself alone before a customer would come, he often wondered about what you'd feel, if you saw him only as your best friend's brother, if it'd be too risky to try and tell you what he felt.

there wasn’t one moment in 24 hours all of this didn't cross bin’s mind for once as the days went by, but he was too afraid of being rejected, to the point of thinking his brother could have much more chances with you. though he left all these things aside when he finally heard you demonstrating something for him as simple as saying his name on your sleep was, losing it all while he held you on his arms.

and so you knew you had to get all that fuss of feelings off your chest at once before the chance slipped from your hands. before you had no option but to go back to your routine of sinking in sighs about what could have been, wanting to be in his arms for a day, when you wanted it to be always.

taking a second to comprehend his eyes you raised your arms around the middle of his back to caringly engulf him on them. it caused bin to unhesitatingly lower himself again, resting his chin on your shoulder and hold onto your lower back, his heart rushing loudly, unsure by your action.

"i want what you want, love.." you confessed as well, still feverish for his previous caresses. then you just rested your face on his shoulder, and with all the sincerity within your heart you tightened your arms in a hug, trying to show your intention of making him feel exactly this, your simple embrace.

love.

as he heard you clearly when you hugged him, the moment you loosened the grip bin pulled his body a little away to look at you again. his serene, loving eyes flickered until they were deeply on yours, oceans overflowing with hope and anticipation into them. "did you say.. love?"

"yes, i.. always wanted to call you like that. can i?" your knees flutter with your own question, just by the idea of being able to call him as something that in so long would describe him so well for you.

bin, however, sighed till the bottom of his lungs, both now filled as everything within into a magical warmth, through every inch of his longing feelings were complete over his exhale. he wondered if he was dreaming, if this was finally the pure and graceful joy of touching clouds, or the lightness of blowing dandelions to the wind, of knowing that you felt the same, despite how he still couldn't believe it at all.

"you're so cute, i adore you so much y/n. if you say it like that, i'll be addicted to you.." the male's palm comes back to find itself cupping your cheeks, as his fingertips against your ear. once again you watch his fascinating gaze and face too close to yours, his irises, his lips to his shoulders, as if it turned into a new habit which would give you life. his voice sounds honeyed, like a blanket on winter, yet intimate, breathy.

almost as an immediate response you blinked repeatedly at the main three words on his first sentence, as of it didn't take long until you blushed violently trying to proccess everything, surprising bin while you placed your wrists at your nose's level to hide your face. you were now too caught up on a mixture of inexplicable waves of euphoria and emotions hitting you, too overwhelmed at all of these extremely heartfluttering things he just said so naturally. god, indeed he was too much to handle, but he still was your favorite.

"don't do this, fool! i adore you too.. a lot.." with your wrists still there your embarrassed expression only increase as you let out, but soon you moved them aside when the sound of his soothing laugh echoed into your ears. "wow.. i guess i'm the happiest fool now."

bin was smiling widely, grinning, perhaps in the most angelic, genuine way among all the days you've seen him do through routine. the crescent moons forming his beaming eyes harmonized as his lashes half closed with the curves on his lips up, giving room for two light dimples, forehead aligned with yours, emotions all over that you still couldn't read, as of relief and affection at the same time on his details. to hear him laughing in a tender and so spontaneous tone, his body seeming relaxed, comfortable, and to be a part of it almost like watching stars at midnight, all of this also made you smile along with him.

without being able to express too many feelings at once or what you'd like to say to him now you simply place your fingers against his face, the small, gelid earring on his ear, touching his bangs between them dearly, as if he'd be made of crystalline glass. another silence raised as you both kept looking at each other, like the night stopped passing around you, until bin draws another small smile and breaks the short distance again.

you took a deep breath, grabbing a certain spot on his shirt when you feel all the coziness of his thin lips pressing more kisses on different points of your face all slowly. on the area next to your nose where he placed the most of them, or on your mouth as he initiated another sweet, luscious round of lips on lips, pulling you closer and closer by your lower back, which seemed to be his best choice for a comfort zone.

but it doesn't take long for his attention to turn back to your neck, stopping to scan and softly trace his thumb on the small crimson hickeys he left there.

"some of them, look like tattoos... sorry, i.." bin whispered, trying to explain himself somehow embarrassed, but gets interrupted by you taking the initiative to hold on his back and get closer.

there you bury your face on his neck and kiss him gently, under his jaw to the beginning of his collarbones, as of every inch of his velvety skin flushed hot and sensitive in goosebumps where you explored. still being a bit taken aback bin shut his lashes and rested his cheeks now tinted in shades of pinkish hues against yours, disarmed by your suddenness. the more he felt your timid lips going so intimate on him, the more unrestrained beats and pantings had the best of him at that moment, bin no longer being able to maintain the same calm. you always had that power to leave him like that, definitely. the only one who ever did.

"there's something i always wanted.. but first tell me, if you want me by your side." one of his thick arms hug your waist, a barely audible moan escaping through he said out without thinking at all, just letting himself upon your guidance, locked on your touches.

the moment you proccess bin's words and what they'd mean your fingers slip from curling the silky strands at his nape, also leaving the curve of his shoulder where you planted more confident kisses, as if by magic your heart was sent on another unbalanced marathon. did he really ask it?

"of course.. of course i do." you answered his doubt with your whole chest, and it was all he ever waited to have you saying.

bin didn't know what exactly made him feel so lost on everything about you, wishing to stick to your side more and more. but he knew it was such a thing way too heavenly for him to not want to dive deep in. one drink, or a way too pure cup of water on thirsty times he'd last there appreciating till the last drop, a room wherein he'd feel better than in any other, or even a necklace he'd carry on himself everyday, a permanent tattoo.

any way it all should be, he wouldn't care. as of the moment he heard you a smile flourished across the corners of his lips again, and in a matter of minutes he held your sides pulling you with him as he sat back among the sheets, placing you onto him all too fastly and strongly in a way you had to look for support by putting your trembling palms on his chest.

you were left once more in a loss of words, swallowing hard over another wave of butterflies when you found yourself held sitting on his lap and facing him, through he gave you such a dangerously charming, sexy smirk, gaze so intense it almost knocked you dizzy like you never thought to be. yet less even would you imagine he'd strip off his t-shirt right in front of your eyes, and reveal his toned, absolutely perfect torso, all of his muscles there totally exposed from collarbones to his lower abdomen, where a black butterfly spreading its wings showed up printed on his skin at his side. bin just let your shocked eyes hover on the sight of his whole sculptural half naked body, before he'd glue your foreheads and squeeze your sides excitedly, also giving attention to your right thigh caressing and gripping it with his other hand through he adjusted you on his lap.

"everything i want is us, y/n..."

he couldn't wait to throw aside his stupid composure with you.

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clareisa · 4 years

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creeptober...

Last year I wrote couple of Drabbles for Halloween and this year I decide to devote whole month October to creepy and fantasy themed drabbles with sprinkles of spice and romance.

I’ll give you list of dates with fantasy/dangerous prompts like vampire, ghoul, robot, serial killer and much more. I’ll be updating the list after every ask and will let you know if someone before you requested the same day, but I would love for you to check the list before requesting

▬ How to request?

send specific date of which prompt/au you would like plus idol of your choice (specify mainly at Saturdays since I’ll be writing 2 drabbles at Saturdays)

you can specify the division of roles (or no and can let it on me to decide), for example: In Vampire!Au you want the vampire be the reader or the idol or some third party?

you can request multiple times, but pls don’t spam and let more people to request

pls, request idol from groups I write for in request guidelines

▬ questions?

If you won’t be aware of a certain au you can ask me and I’ll gladly explain everything

if in prompts/au will appear creature that is in mythology a specific gender that doesn’t matter, for example: gumiho is female energy, but if requested idol is male then gumiho in story will be male version, of course if you won’t ask for female reader or female third party being a gumiho.

1st day - vampire!au → Hyunjin (STRAY KIDS)

2st day - werewolf!au → Minho (STRAY KIDS)

3st day - angel!auu → Jacob (THE BOYZ)

vampire!au → Ten (WAYV)

4st day - exorcist!au → Xion (ONEUS)

5st day - fairy!au → Seonghwa (ATEEZ)

6st day - alien!au → Jeongin (STRAY KIDS)

7st day - demon!au → Jeonghan (SEVENTEEN)

8st day - Yukki-onna!au → Donghun (A.C.E)

9st day - killer/serial killer!au → Changkyun (MONSTA X)

10st day - robot!au → Sanha (ASTRO)

- werewolf!au → Bang Chan (STRAY KIDS)

11st day - gumiho!au → Eunwoo (ASTRO)

12st day - fallen angel!au → JB (GOT7)

13st day - genie!au → Chenle (NCT DREAM)

14st day - ghoul!au → Seoho (ONEUS)

15st day - hunter!au → Wonho (MONSTA X/SOLO)

16st day - dragon!au → Yugyeom (GOT7)

17st day - werecat!au → Yanan (PENTAGON)

- werewolf!au → Changbin (STRAY KIDS)

18st day - psycho!au → Hyungwon (MONSTA X)

19st day - mermaid/merman!au → Moonbin (ASTRO)

20st day - mummy!au → Jisung (STRAY KIDS)

21st day - psychic!au → Yunho (ATEEZ)

22st day - zombie!au → MJ (ASTRO)

23st day - banshee!au → Hwanwoong (ONEUS)

24st day - wizard/witch!au → Hui (PENTAGON)

- vampire!au → Ravn (ONEUS)

25st day - poltergeist!au → Seungmin (STRAY KIDS)

26st day - gorgon/medusa!au → Yuta (NCT 127)

27st day - succubus/incubus!au → Yeo One (PENTAGON)

28st day - siren!au → Taeyang (SF9)

29st day- basilisk!au → Kihyun (MONSTA X)

30st day - voodoo doll!au → Chan (A.C.E)

31st day - grim reaper!au → Mark (GOT7)

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mywonuderful · 4 years

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Not So Cold-Hearted Pt.21

Summary: Y/N, a member of a popular newly debut girl group and Wonwoo has what some may call a relationship with emotional ambivalent. Will their relationship remain cold-blooded or will they finally come to an agreement and become something more?

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x Reader

A/N: As always, if anyone is interested in being added into the taglist for this series, please feel free to send in a ask or message me!

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You quickly scurried back stage and changed into your stage outfit before you heard a knock on the door. You wore a ruffled cropped off-the shoulder top along with a skort and your hair was in loose curls with some braids to fit the vibe of the music. “Come in!” The door peeked opened as Moonbin pops his head in, smiling excitedly. “Your outfit looks so cute! I can’t wait to show everyone all our hard work.” He took a sit on one of the dressing chairs beside you as you looked at yourself, nervously smiling your reply. “You okay?” “Yeah I’m fine. Just a little nervous. It’s my first performance without members and all.” You looked and started playing with your fingers. “Everything will be perfectly! You can show your members and everyone just how amazing you are! I’m sure they’ll all eagerly waiting as well.” He tries cheering you up as your looked over to him, humming a soft ‘right.’

“Moonbin, you need to double check your mic once more, could you come out for a second?” One of the staff called him out as he left to room. You remained seated, facing the mirror as you looked at yourself, feeling your heart raise in speed when you heard the crowd scream as one of the performances finishing as yours comes near, You tried calming yourself by taking deep breaths and closing your eyes. You suddenly heard a buzzing of your phone against the table. As your phone lits up, you saw that you had a incoming message.

‘Don’t be nervous. You’ll do great.’ Your eyes widen as you read the message from Wonwoo. Just as you were about to reply he sent in one more message. ‘Good luck.’ The corners of your mouth lifted up into a smile as you let out a soft sigh. “Y/N! It’s almost time. Let’s go!” Moonbin pulled you by the arm as you shut your phone before getting up.

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You were currently backstage in one of the side stages that was away from the main stage as one of the groups were performing on. Staffs had their hands all over you, trying to finish up any touches and fixes as you focused your breath, trying to slow down your quick heart beat. As you glanced over your shoulder, you could tell he was quite nervous as well as he eyes kept on quivering. You found it quite cute about how he was all calm about it before and now but yet, who wouldn’t be nervous on such a big stage. You reached over to his hand and grabbed on to it as his head turned to your, in shock on your movements.

“Don’t worry, we’ll do great like you said.” you smiled and gave his hand a quick squeeze as he returned with a blushing grin. Applause and screams filled the backstage as the you saw the group leaving the stage through one of the monitors. You eyes looked through the gap of the cloth curtain which divided the backstage and steps to the side stage, seeing the faces of fans with huge smiles, and glows in their eyes as the next performance begins. “Y/N and Moonbin, you can now head on out to the stairwell. Don’t go up yet until they finish performing and the MCs come out.” You pulled out one of your ear-set to hear the staff trying to speak out the crowd. The both of you remained in silence, staring at the monitor as the group ends the performance and walked out. Moonbin give you a firm nod before he headed on out first. You placed your hand over your chest and closed your eyes for a second to claim yourself.

‘You got this.’ you thought to yourself as slowly stepped out of the curtains with some staff following behind. You stood closely behind Moonbin as the room lights up and the MCs began talking.

“OH MY GOSH IT’S MOONBIN AND Y/N.” you heard some fans screamed. You slowly lifted your head, meeting the eyes of the fans who started screaming and waving frantically. Moonbin seemed to have noticed as well as he chuckled and gave them a small wave as you followed as well. Your eyes wondered trying to find your table with your members when your eyes found Wonwoo, whos table was facing the stage you’re performing on. Your eyes then wandered to your members as you saw some of them bickering over snacks they snuck in.

“Okay, you guys can head on up now. Good luck!” Moonbin turned around and gave you a fist bump before stepping on up. Your mind went blank, not knowing if it was from the nervousness or just from all the sound but there was no going back now. As you stepped on to the stage, you saw the staff hurry back as you got into position.

“Since this year’s theme is cover songs, that’ll only mean one thing....” “Special stages!” The two MCs sang together. Your area was dark but you were still able to see Moonbin has he looked over at you before sticking his hand out for a high-five. You smiled and returned it where he then mouth ‘let’s kill this stage.’ “So, for the next performance, it’ll be a special collaboration!” “No way? With whom?” “*Insert ASTRO song* Astro’s Moonbin and....” “Newly hot debut group, Eunoia’s Y/N!” The crowd goes wild as your eyes glanced forward to see your members whipping out the phones, getting ready to record your performance and the surprised expression of Seventeen as well as many other idols. Minghao softly smiled at your name whereas Wonwoo looked down making your heart drop before some of his members nudged and teased him as you saw him let out a small smile. “Please welcome, Moonbin and Y/N!” Everyone clapped and screamed as the lights dimmed and the whole arena falls into darkness and silent. You got into your expression and position, trying to take steady breaths but the lights on your stage illuminated and the music starting playing. As you and Moonbin performed, your nervousness slowly faded and you started getting loose in yourself, feeling comfortable as if you were practicing with Moonbin. Your eyes would peek over at your members, seeing how hard their screaming and cheering along with the boys who all chanted. Minghao was looking at you with glowly eyes, watching your passionately as you gazed over at Wonwoo who couldn’t help but to smile as well. You felt yourself being lost in the performance as the fans shouted and pumped their lightsticks. Even through such difficult choreography, you were able to get through it with Moonbin as if the two of you were having fun, smiling at each other while singing and ended the performance in a strong stance. As your chest heaved up and down, your eyes were filled with fans jumping up and down, idols standing up to applaud and your ears were filled with cheers, and screams. You couldn’t help but to get lost in the moment as you looked up at Moonbin and shot him a smile before he chuckled and give you a pat on the head, driving the crowd even more crazier before the lights died down and the both of you exited the stage with heavy breaths.

“That was absolutely amazing!” Moonbin acclaimed as soon as you entered back stage. “Wow...” You were still speechless of how everything went. “Everything was like a blur.” “I’m so glad I choose you as my partner.” He complimented as you blushed before the staff ran over to wipe off the sweat. After taking a group photo, you headed back into the change room to get your phone. Turning it on, you read the new incoming message you got.

‘Who would’ve known that your smile and voice could melt my heart. You did amazing Y/N.’ you read the text message from Minghao as a huge smile grew on your face. Your refreshed your text messages a few times, hoping for something from Wonwoo.

“Y/N? You can head back on now. Everyone has been moved to the awards sitting area so you can head on there after you change back.” One of the staff popped in to inform you before you sighed, putting down your phone and got changed back into your dress. As the MCs introduced the awards, you walked up the side stairs to the seating area. You shyly bowed as you passed the idols to pay your respect as they bowed their heads. You quickly rushed over to your members before taking a seat beside them. “THAT WAS AMAZING!” “I already replayed the video like 8 times.” “You and Moonbin must’ve worked your heads off choreographing and practicing.” “That’s our Y/N!” “I bet you everyone will be fans of you in no time!” all your members spoke as you shook your head in embarrassment. “I was so nervous up there. It’s so different without you guys.” You confesses as they all spatted out more compliments. “Your members were right, that performance was definitely a sight. Everyone was hooked on it.” A male voice said as you turned around and saw Hoshi waving as the rest gave you thumbs up. Wonwoo give you a small nod as you smiled and thanked them before returning your attention to the MCs.

“Now, onto the competitive awards for the best female group!” The MC announced as you and your members started getting nervous. You were noticed that your group was nominated for multiple categories but that was the most given to your group. “This group has been known for their hardworking, passionate and synergy. With all their personalities and high-spirits, they are well off one of the most hyped female groups.” “Don’t be fooled. Even though they are considered one of the new groups, they have sure ranked up to the top, taking top charts worldwide.” your members’ eyes widen as they heard ‘new groups.’ You heart started racing again, with the chance of your group being nominated. “This years best female artist goes to.....” your members started holding hands together, tightly gripping it as they waited for the winner to be called. “...Congratulations to Eunoia for being this year’s Best Female Group!” The MCs joyed as your eyes shot open, meeting the surprised and shocked expression of your members as well. Your members all stood up, shakily as they were still shocked as you were as well. You walked past the idols who applaud and the crowd screams in a pitches as you and your member headed up to the main stage. “Congratulations! But before I hand this over to you I have something else to add.” The MC holds back the metal as you and your group stood in confusion as well as everyone. “I would also like to announce Eunoia as the winners of this years Best Dance Performance and World Performer!” A hand few to your mouth as the staff brought out 2 more awards and the audience goes wild one again. Your members looked at each other with eyes that were about to pop out of their sockets. Remi handed you one of the awards to hold as you stepped forward to speak. “Thank you for your speech. Would you like to say anything for your international fans?” One of the MCs asked as all your members turned their heads to you. You were taken back since you had nothing prepared, thinking that you wouldn’t need to speak nor win any awards. Slowly stepping up to the mic, your mind goes blank.

“Um... I’d like to speak on behalf of Eunoia that we are so thankful for being able to stand on this stage and winning three awards. We wouldn’venever thought to come this far without the help of every one of you. Thank you all from supporting us and staying by our side. We will promise to continue working hard and harder in the future! Let’s all make some memorable memories together.” You spoke in English as fans started screaming at your words. You bowed and backed up as the MCs thanked you before you headed down back to your seat. The rest of the awards flew by, as the final awards were being announced before the performances resumes.

“This year’s artist awards goes to... SEVENTEEN!” You stood up and cheered without a second thought before your members all chuckled and followed along. You turned around as they all looked quite startled before walking up. “We you like to thank.....” Seungcheol started giving his speech as you admired them from afar, smiling widely with your hands clasped together as you looks at each of their faces. Your eyes shifted to Wonwoo who was nodding as his scanned the audience before landing on yours, meeting your sight. Your smile grew as you gave him a small thumbs up as he lets out a small chuckle, making Dino glancing back at him before he covers his mouth. “Thank you everyone for voting and all the nominates. Once again, congratulations to all the winners for tonight’s ceremony. Now, shall we get back to the performances?” The MCs introduced the upcoming performances as you heard shuffling in the back, making you turn around to see the boys getting up and heading off to the side. “Good luck!” You whispered loudly as Minghao turned and to give you a grin, making your feel a tingle in your heart. You tried asking Minghao multiple times what song they were covering but every time you tried to bring up the question, he would either walk away or say something off topic which you found yourself falling for. Your mind started to wandering what songs you would see them covering, when suddenly you saw hands waving in the corner of your eyes. Shifting your head to the direction, you saw a small group of fans holding massive cameras, trying to get your attention as you let out a chuckle, and smiled with a small wave as they shrieked in excitement. Idols were performing one after another, from different platforms of stages with beams of lights, bursts of fire and confetti. Your head started aching, probably from all the loud pounding of music and movement of light, making you more dizzy as you rested your head on your hand. “Y/N? Are you alright? Do you feel sick?” Nari, who was sitting beside you notices and asked with her voice full of worry. “I’m probably not used to all the loud music and lights.” You confessed as your rested her hand on your back, trying to sooth you. Luckily, the pain didn’t seem to increase and that it was only a little bothersome. As the next group got on, you saw multiple shadows scurrying onto the main stage. “Isn’t that Seventeen?” you leaned over to mumble to your members as they narrowed their eyes, trying to see the figures through the dark. “Hmm.. I can’t tell, there’s too many of them.” Mira replied “Too many of them is Seventeen.” Na On rolled her eyes with a smile. The music as your members turned to look at each other with your jaws dropped. “This is our song?!” Skype screamed as all your members started cheering. The lights filled the stage as the boys started dancing and singing to one of your hits since debut. As your part came up, Wonwoo pops up and sang while cheerfully smiling making you fall for his smile. You shook your head, trying to get rid of the weird thoughts as your eyes sparkled while watching the rest of their performance. You and your members were holding handing, singing along as everyone was immersed in their cover of your song. They ended their performance with the screeching and the hectic pumping of carat bongs as they bowed and left the stage to head on back to their seats. As they walked on back, you hovered over the edge of the platform, asking the staff to bring some water. You and and your members quickly brought up the bottles of waters and opened it for them as the walked past to take a seat. “That performance was amazing!” You twisted open the bottle as you handed it to Minghao with a grin. They were clearly all still out of breath but Minghao still lets out his ever-so soft smile at you. You turned our head behind to see Wonwoo resting his elbow on his knees, his palms pressed up against his forehead as he caught his breath. You popped open the cap of the bottle, and nervously brought it towards him. “H-Here. Great job on the performance by the way, it was exceptional.” His head raised to glance at the bottle before chugging the whole thing. “Thanks.” His voice was still breathless. You nodded before turning back to the stage to watching the next couple of performances

“Eunoia, please follow me to get ready for your performance.” A staff comes up to with a clipboard and a in-ear mic. Your members nodded and all started standing up to leave to backstage to change into their stage outfits. “Good luck Y/N~ I can’t wait to see your performance!” Mingyu fisted the air as you chuckled as you left. As you walked backstage there was something important that lingered in your mind but you just couldn’t get a hold of it.

‘Was it during rehearsal again...?’ you thought to yourself as you entered your group’s dressing room as all the staff was running back and forth with outfits and makeup in the hands.

The problem on the side of the stage.

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wonjeonwrites · 4 years

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remember || yoon sanha

pairing: music producer!reader x idol!sanha

summary: in which YN finally achieves all of her dreams; to make music and to see Yoon Sanha again.

warnings: all fluff

word count: 2.1k

“we’re so glad you’ve accepted our offer, YN!” Mr. Kang beams, leading the way down the brightly lit hallway.

We walk past a few closed doors before stopping at one. The door was painted a clean white and had a blank name plate to the right of it.

“Here we are,” Mr. Kang hands me a key card and gestures to the door, “I figured you’d like to do the honors of opening the door to your studio.”

I smile and take the card, slipping it gently into the slot and pulling it back out. The door beeps and clicks, causing my smile to grow wider.

I push the door open and walk in slowly, taking in my surroundings. Since I haven't moved my stuff in yet, the room is bare, besides a desk and a chair.

“It isn't much,” Mr. Kang sheepishly mutters, walking in behind me, “But we wanted to consult you before decorating it. We figured you’d want to have free reign over how it’d be decorated.”

“It’s a great office,” I whisper, walking around the room, “How soon can I bring my equipment in?”

knock knock

“Come in!” I call out from where I was sitting on the floor.

It was 8AM. After getting the key and settling in yesterday, I was eager to move all my equipment in and begin making music. Today, I had decided to put my desk together and bring in all my necessary gear.

“Hello?” A cheerful voice chirps from the door of my studio.

I peer up from behind my desk and see two men at the door. They both seem to be about 5′9″ and were both smiling widely. One bigger than the other.

“Hi?” I respond back quietly with a questioning tone.

My shyness always did come out during the worst times.

The two men shuffle in and the blonde one extends a hand out to help me up to my feet.

“I’m JinJin and,” He introduces with a deep yet playful voice.

“And I’m MJ! You must be YN!!” The other male interrupts, earning a death glare from JinJin.

I recognize his voice as the one from earlier.

“Yes, that’s me,” I smile softly, shaking both their hands, “You guys are ASTRO!”

“Wah! You know us??” MJ gawks, his eyes opening even wider.

“Yes, I’m actually an AROHA,” I shyly admit, looking back down to my feet.

“Well that makes things so much more better!” JinJin cheers, clapping his hands together, “We wanted to come in and meet you, but the others seem to be running a bit late.”

“That’s totally fine,” I reassure, offering them a seat on the sofa.

I’m glad I chose to bring it in today.

The two men gladly sit on the sofa and start making small talk with me as I return to setting up my desk.

“I wonder where Sanha is?” I question myself, plugging wires in and organizing them neatly behind my desk.

When I had received the job offer from Fantagio Entertainment, I was ecstatic. Making music was my favorite thing to do and I can't believe that at 19 years old, I’m the youngest songwriter under Fantagio.

Another reason why this job had me jumping for joy was the fact that one of the members of ASTRO, Yoon Sanha, was my childhood best friend.

Ever since we were little kids, Sanha and I were inseparable. We were neighbors and spent our whole childhood together. It all changed in 2012, when Sanha left to become a trainee. My heart was crushed.

“YN! Let’s go! Sanha is leaving soon,” My mum calls down from the living room.

My face immediately falls into a frown as I throw on a random hoodie, probably Sanha’s, and trudge down the stairs and out of the house.

As soon as I step onto the driveway, I look to my right and see Sanha struggling to fit a suitcase into the boot of the car. I laugh and jog over, helping him shove the bag into the already packed boot.

“Thanks, Tiny,” He laughs, leaning over and kissing my forehead.

Standing at 5′0″, I was a falling behind in the height department in comparison to Sanha’s impressive 5′7″. I blush as I swat him away.

“Yah! You only do that to remind me how short I am,” I pout, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Of course! And when I reach 6 feet, you’ll be absolutely tiny,” He rasps out, his prepubescent voice slightly cracking.

“It’s time to go, honey,” Sanha’s mom chimes in, sending me a soft smile, her eyes already glossed over and wet with fresh tears.

My stomach drops as I finally come to terms with today. My best friend is leaving. Leaving to start his new life. Leaving to chase his dreams.

My eyes start to sting as Sanha pulls me into a tight embrace, stroking my hair gently. I respond by wrapping my arms around his waist as tight as possible. This will probably be the last time I'll get to have him like this. Today, he’s no longer my Sanha. With his talent and determination, I don't doubt Sanha debuting as idol. He was made to perform.

Soon enough, he’d be Fantagio’s Sanha, then South Korea’s Sanha, then the World’s Sanha. I could no longer hog him and keep him all to myself. No matter how much I loved him.

“I’ll call you every single night and text you any important updates as much as I can,” He promises, pulling back and bringing his hands up to cup my face.

His thumbs reach up and brush away the stream of tears before leaning down and placing a kiss on my forehead.

“I love you, YN,” He cries, looking directly at me, “I know it sounds so stupid, but when we get older, find me. Please remember me.”

My tears fall even faster as I struggle to respond. I simply nod and pull him into one last hug before his mum calls out, claiming that they needed to beat the rush hour.

Sanha sighs deeply before letting me go. He looks at me one last time before turning and getting inside the car. He closes the door, but rolls the window down.

“I love you, Tiny!” He yells, as his father pulls out of the driveway and onto the road.

I laugh through my tears as I struggle to put the words together.

“I love you so much more, Yoon Sanha.”

“JinJin hyung? MJ hyung?” A voice booms from the hallway, breaking me out of my flashback.

After some small talk with the two oldest members, I zoned out a little bit. My heart beat began to speed up as I recognize the voice.

The same voice I remember singing me to sleep when we were younger. The one who fought off my bullies in the school yard. The voice I continued to follow even after the phone calls and text updates stopped. The voice of the boy I had loved. Or maybe still do love.

But this time, it sounded much more mature. And it was followed by 3 other voices.

“In here, Ddana!” MJ yells back, not even getting up from his seat.

“Yah! The whole building will know where you are, MJ,” Sanha’s voice booms as he steps into my office.

My breath hitches as I take in the sight of him. He’d surely grown taller. While I stayed at 5 feet, Sanha looked like he’d reach 6 feet. His black hair had grown out and was resting on his forehead, barely touching his eyes. His face had kept its soft rounded shape but his jaw looked a little bit more defined. His lean body stood tall and was clothed in some jeans and an oversized hoodie.

“It’s MJ hyung, you little brat,” MJ scolds, reaching up to flick the towering maknae’s forehead, “Now, be nice and introduce yourselves.”

I hold my breath as Sanha, followed by Rocky, Moonbin and Eunwoo, turn to look at me. I move my hair out of my face and look up to meet all 6 of their faces.

Sanha’s eyes widen as I flicker my eyes towards him.

I step forward, “Hello, my name is YN, the new songwriter and producer. It’s nice to meet you all.”

Rocky, Moonbin and Eunwoo also bow and introduce themselves, reaching forward to shake my hand. My stomach churns as Sanha stands glued to his spot, avoiding eye contact. I hold my tears back as he avoids me.

He probably doesn't remember me.

“Sanha-yah, don’t be rude!” Moonbin shakes Sanha’s shoulder, trying to push him towards me, “Introduce yourself!”

I let my head fall as my eyes stay glued to the floor. My shoes were suddenly the most interesting thing in this room.

“Ti-tiny?” Sanha’s voice suddenly cracks out, making me whip my head up at him.

He’s moved closer to me now, only an arm’s length away, “YN? Is that you?”

I stare into his eyes and nod, tears starting to brim my eyes, “Yes, it’s me.”

I gasp as a pair of arms wrap around my frame and pull me into a chest. Sanha buries his face into my hair, his body shaking as he cries. I let my own tears fall as I wrap my arms tightly around his waist, pulling him as close as possible.

“I missed you so much, Tiny,” He cries out, one hand reaching up and pushing my hair away from my tear-stained face.

“Tiny?” MJ cuts in, “Wait, you’re THE YN? Sanha’s childhood love?!”

“HYUNG!” the members interject, Rocky swatting MJ on the back of his head.

My eyes widen as I look up at Sanha, his facial expression just as shocked as mine.

“Childhood love?” I whisper, looking at Sanha for answers.

“Hyuuuung!” Sanha whines, barely letting go of me.

“Well would you look at that! I forgot the 5 of us had a meeting to attend today,” MJ stutters out, laughing nervously, “Let’s get going! Don't wanna be late. Bye!”

MJ rushes out of the room, pushing the other members out with him.

I laugh as the other members question the oldest member. I look back to Sanha and see him studying my face.

“Can we talk?” He speaks up, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the couch.

Sanha takes a seat, dragging me down with him.

“Can I hold you?” He asks, eyes flitting around the room.

I respond by moving closer and wrapping my arms around his torso and leaning my head on his chest.

“Is this actually happening?” I whisper, sniffling.

Sanha nods and pulls me closer, placing a kiss on my forehead.

“I have a lot of explaining to do, don't I?”

“Yes! When you stopped replying I cried for days.” I pouted, smacking his chest lightly.

“It got hectic. All the training. The singing lessons. I had to go on diets. I didn't feel like myself anymore and I felt like you wouldn't like the me I became in training.”

I bite back tears as he finishes, “Ddana, I love you no matter what. I told you that I'd always be your biggest fan. To this day, I kept that promise. Where did you think those came from?”

I point to a shelf across the room where I've displayed all of their albums.

“I watched you debut. I watched every single performance and cheered you on. You may have stopped all contact with me, but I made sure to not miss any of your performances.”

“So you’re still my Tiny YN?” He asks, hopeful eyes on display.

“Always.”

Sanha visibly relaxes as I hug him tighter,” But what’s this about being your childhood love?”

“I knew I shouldn't have told my hyungs!”

“Sanha..”

“Okay, I had a crush on you ever since we were little. I was just afraid to tell you and I only came to terms with it a week before I left. I figured that telling you that I loved you then leaving a week after wasn’t the best idea. So, I just pushed it aside. Until my hyungs found some pictures of us that I had brought with me.”

“You literally act like I didn't feel the same way,” I blurt out, “Wait!”

“You liked me, too?”

“Who said I ever stopped?” I mutter under my breath.

“Good thing I still love you, too.”

“What?”

“Hm?”

“SANHA!”

“I love you,” He whispers, using his index finger to lift my chin up and planting his lips onto mine.

I break away and grin, “I love you so much more.”

“I’m so glad you remember me.” He sighs, pulling me into another kiss.

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kpopmalereader · 4 years

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time ; moon bin

• summary: moonbin seems obsessed with kissing you • pairing: moon bin x male!reader • word count: 1321 • to do

Rain falls around you.

Droplets of water bounce off of the ground and splash on the porch in front of you. If it begins to rain any harder your legs are going to get wet but, at least for now, you’re mostly dry and not going inside any time soon. Moonbin looks at you through the window. You’re not completely smiling but you couldn’t seem more content. Moonbin has never really understood your love for sitting cross-legged on the concrete or laying on the carpet but he’s never outwardly tried to dissuade you to do it. His thoughts about it are as long as you’re happy and healthy, it’s a nonissue.

You scoot forward on the porch, reaching your hand out to feel the water against your fingers. Moonbin is close to not being able to handle the feelings you give him. His heart beats wildly, his body feels light, and his chest is warm. You look ethereal. He couldn’t be more in love with you.

He opens the door. You don’t move, dancing your hand along with the wind and rain. You’re in awe of your surroundings but he can’t take his eyes off you.

Moonbin sits in the spot next to you. His pants are already wet. Water soaks the brim of his socks and travels down his feet. The feeling is not the greatest, but he can’t bring himself to care. He presses his lips to your shoulder. You lean closer to him but keep your eyes on the blowing trees in front of you.

You hum a question without words. Moonbin doesn’t know what you asked but he hums back. He kisses up your shoulder. You open your palms towards the sky, hands filling and spilling over with rainwater.

A car passes and breaks you from your stupor. You knock your head against Moonbin’s and let out a content sigh. Moonbin kisses up from your shoulder to the top of your head.

You lift your legs to kick back and forth. Your voice is soft when you speak. “Why does it feel so nice? Why do I like it so much?”

“The rain?” He asks. You nod and he continues. “I’m not sure. But I’m happy it gives you so much joy.”

You sit your chin on his shoulder and smile up at him. He kisses your nose a few times. “I like that a lot too. You kissing me.”

Moonbin smiles and kisses across the bridge of your nose and your cheekbones. “I don’t think I can handle not kissing you at least five times a day.”

You snort. “Only five?”

“I’m averaging out for days I can’t see you.” He pokes your stomach. “Some days it’s zero, some it’s thirty.”

“Most it’s thirty.” You mumble. “I’m not going to complain though.”

Moonbin smiles and leans over, quickly brushing the porch clean. He giggles at you and pushes you to lay down, kissing your face repeatedly.

A yawn builds up and you squeeze your eyes shut. Moonbin smiles at you, waiting for you to fall back onto his lap. He circles his finger over your chest. You reach your hand up and hold onto his shirt, falling back into sleep.

Moonbin leans down and kisses down your face to your chin. He kisses back up, making it up to your nose before you mumble under your breath. You’re half in sleep and half out, saying scattered words and yawning again. Moonbin hums one of your favorite songs and softly kisses your face, trying to ease you back to sleep.

You yawn again, eyes fluttering open. “Hmm…”

Moonbin singsongs. “Yes?”

“Time…”

“It’s almost 4.”

“You’re gonna…” You yawn once more and shake your head. “You’re going to be late.”

The cool temperature in the room and Moonbin’s constant kissing of a specific spot on your temple almost sways you back to sleep, but the thought of being the reason or some of the reason he winds up late is enough to counter the tiredness you feel. You push the back of Moonbin’s shirt up and press your cold hands against his back.

You let a few seconds pass, just until your hands warm-up, before leaning your chin up to push his face off of yours. “Come on.”

“I still have a few minutes before I need to leave.” Moonbin follows your face as you sit up. His lips move from the one constant space to landing wherever they can manage.

You scoot away from him, gaining some more of your consciousness back. Moonbin pouts, exaggerating how much his lips stick out.

“You need to get ready. You hate being stressed about arriving on time and if you stay in bed any longer that’s what’s going to happen.” You stretch up and rub your face. “You need to get dressed.”

“It’ll take less than a minute to get dressed-”

“You have to grab your charger and food-” You interrupt.

He talks louder and continues. “Which means I have time to do everything I need and kiss you for another two minutes!”

You plug your ears. “La la la. I can’t hear you. You’re not going to get anything until you get ready and I see your bag by the door.”

He rushes forward and kisses your lips, sticking his tongue out seconds after. “Haha!”

You sit with your eyes closed. Your chin rests on your fist, using your other hand to tap on Moonbin’s knee. His legs are on either side of you, hands traveling down your shoulders and across your back. Moonbin’s eyes map out every crevice and detail of your face. He leans forward to hover his lips over yours. Your noses brush against each other and he lets his eyes fall closed.

You sense how close he is and move your head until mere millimeters are separating your lips. You can’t see his smile but the confident, bordering on cocky, feeling emanating from him courses through your veins. Moonbin crosses the threshold and captures your lips. You sigh, melting into him. One of his hands migrates to hold the back of your neck. He moves his lips against yours in a rhythmic motion and pulls you closer with his other hand. Your hands fall on his chest. He pushes himself up on his knees, leaning you further back.

He moves from your lips to kissing down to your chin. He kisses you once, twice, three times before moving down further. You hum and steady yourself on one of your hands.

As Moonbin hands move under your shirt, the door opens.

“Gross!” “What are you doing?!” “You’re in public!”

You can hear Moonbin groan and his hands stop. His fingers spread out on your stomach and you can feel him hesitating. He kisses your neck again.

“I don’t think they’re going to leave.” You smile.

“If we do enough they will.” He mumbles.

You giggle and your eyes finally open. You pat his shoulder and sit up, letting him adjust your shirt.

“Could you not do that in the open?” Rocky sits on one of the seats.

A thought runs through Myungjun’s head and he shudders. “Considering we came back an hour before we said we would, we’re probably lucky this is all we came back to.”

You roll your eyes then aim an animated wink at Moonbin. He leans forward to kiss you gently a few times.

Everyone else makes noises of disgust at the action, adding more incentive for Moonbin to kiss you even more as he stands.

“How about we don’t do…” Jinwoo stops. “That in the practice room.”

“How about you give us an extra hour, then you wouldn’t know about it.” Moonbin mocks quietly. You laugh and push him away, shaking your head. “They said 3, it’s 2.”

You wait until he’s half the room away before smiling. You wink again and lean your head back. “Later.”

“Ew!” “Why?”

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restlessmaknae · 5 years

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spill this heart of mine

In which you try to search for the guy dressed up as Thor who drunkenly confessed to you at the Halloween party and left at midnight.

♦ Pairing: uni student!Moonbin x uni student!reader/you

♦ Genre: fluff, comedy

♦ Words: 5.4k

♦ Inspired by: Cheap Wine by The Vamps & Kris Kross Amsterdam

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The only one whom you could blame because you went to the Halloween party on your campus was your best friend who couldn't stop nudging you to join her and her boyfriend, Eunwoo. You definitely did not want to end up as a third wheel, so you immediately rejected their offer. However, Eunwoo said that he would bring along his friend who wouldn't say no for all the money in the world, so that's how you ended up in the huge hall of your university (which was still small for the number of people who came by) with your best friend, with Eunwoo and with Eunwoo's friend, Jinjin.

The couple dressed up as Kate and Leopold from the same titled movie, the perfect roles for these two. Jinjin came up with the idea of dressing up as a lightbulb but Eunwoo quickly reminded him that he would go with a group of friends, thus he shouldn't embarrass everyone around him, so Jinjin decided on a security guard instead. You had no idea what to dress up as, and you were sure that you wouldn't want a lot of people to recognize your costume anyway, so you opted for your favourite female character from a book you were sure half of the university haven't even heard of.

The four of you were having a little chit-chat before the couple decided to sign up for a literature quiz and left the hall to head for the assigned classroom. Even though Jinjin was sure a good company because he could talk about anything and he could definitely lighten up the mood, you slowly started to feel a headache creeping up on you, and it was something that made your stay quite uncomfortable.

"And you know there's that movie with that rainy scene..." Jinjin started (god knows how come he started talking about this) before he was cut off by an unfamiliar male voice.

"Y/n ~"

The voice cooed, the high and slightly shaky pitch giving him away; the stranger who was dressed up as Thor was clearly drunk, his cheeks crimson, his eyes like a cat's.

"Do I know you?" you asked, deadpanned, not quite believing your eyes. You exchanged a glance with Jinjin, but he merely shook his head. How the hell did this guy know you then? Though it wouldn't be a surprise if you did know him but didn't recognize him because he definitely dressed up well, he even wore a blonde wig, an armour and he had the trademark symbol of the God: the war-hammer called Mjolnir.

"You know me but you still don't know me," the guy exclaimed beamingly, but you were just more confused than ever before. However, before you had a chance to ask further questions, the boy put his hammer in front of his face as if he was holding a microphone and started singing an all too familiar song. "I drink too much cheap wine, gon' spill this heart of mine, spill this heart of mine, baby. I drink too much cheap wine, gon' say what's on my mind, say what's on my mind."

You couldn't believe that this guy was singing one of your favourite songs after getting to know that he knew who you were. This was a mere coincidence, wasn't it? This had to be. You didn’t know him, he definitely did not know you, he was probably just drunk and had mistaken you for someone else.

"Dude got a pretty good voice," Jinjin murmured under his nose, and you felt the need to smack him in the chest. How dare he joke around at a time like this?

"I'm sorry, but I don't know you, and if you want to spend some time with others while being drunk, I suggest you find someone else, not me," you tried to save yourself diplomatically, and you were ready to turn on your heel when his words caught you off-guard.

"Hey, don't go! I'm trying to confess to you, I'm just terrible at this whole dating thing," he exclaimed frantically, and he almost sounded like he was pleading. The word 'dating' was just the cherry on top, you felt like if he said another word, you would immediately faint on the spot. No one had ever asked you out, no one had ever confessed to you, so it should have been heartwarming that someone finally did. Except that it wasn’t actually the way you wanted a confession; you didn't exactly imagine your first confession to be by a guy who was drunk, dressed up as the mighty Thor and singing to his hammer like he was holding a microphone.

"Look," you started, sucking in a deep breath. You would never try to reject him in a hurtful way, but you couldn’t just put up with him if he was going to say nonsense for the rest of the night. "I appreciate your efforts, but I don't know you. You must be mistaken."

"No, I'm not," he opposed immediately, his firm voice striking you like lighting. You glanced at Jinjin who seemed just as confused as you were, and you could see from his posture that he was ready to fight the guy if he made any inappropriate moves. "You're a Literature major, you're one of the most hardworking people I know, your favourite band is The Vamps, you love dogs, your favourite latte flavour is vanilla-coconut and you have the prettiest smile ever," he counted the facts on his hands and if it hadn't been for the vanilla-coconut one, you would have said that anyone could have known something like this. That tiny information was the one that only a few people knew around you, and you didn't remember that you had ever told a guy directly that it was your favourite flavour. While it's true that you usually had a cup of the said latte with you when you had morning classes but the type wasn't indicated on the paper cup.

"Ah, he said that you have the prettiest smile ever!" Jinjin gushed as if he had been the one who had received the compliment. You shot him a dead glare, but he merely shrugged his shoulders. "What? I appreciate his efforts. At least you know that he's honest. People are the most honest when they are drunk," Jinjin pointed out as if it should have made you feel better. To be honest, the guy was cute with that little crooked smile on his mellow lips that was accompanied by his adorable eye smile. He was also keeping a safe distance, not seeming to make any inappropriate moves. He was also quite fit, the armour fitting his body well, his broad shoulders and masculine arms making him look like a real God, and he was also pleasantly tall. The warm brown of his orbs was probably the most beautiful shade you had ever seen, and you found it hard to look at anything else but his eyes.

"I'm-" You opened your mouth to tell him that he should introduce himself, so that you would know exactly why and since when did he know you, but he cut you off when he heard the DJ announces that it's midnight, so we should welcome the new day with Day6's Good Feeling.

The Thor guy literally facepalmed with his toy hammer when he heard the announcement. The pain must not have settled in because he was more shocked than physically in pain.

"Oh my gosh, I gotta go!" He yelled frantically, earning yet another confused glance from both you and Jinjin. You were about to ask him to say at least something about your relation to him, but he was so quick that he evaporated like he had never even been there, leaving only the memory of him and one of his shoes behind. Jinjin carefully picked up the latter and examined it as if it had been the first time he saw a shoe.

"Well, that was interesting," you murmured as if no one had been around you, but Jinjin was all too occupied with something else anyway.

"Awww, he said that you have the prettiest smile he's ever seen! How cute!" The guy put his hand over his heart, dramatically sighing after letting you know about his opinion. Of course he couldn't see the real problem here. Of course, he was focusing only on the fact that someone had confessed to you, not the fact that the Thor guy did it in a pretty unusual way.

"The only problem is that I have no idea who he is, and the only thing I know about him is that he dressed up as Thor."

"And left at midnight," Jinjin added with a nod, following your train of thoughts. The situation made your nerves frazzled and your headache even stronger. How could anything like this happen to you? You didn't keep a horde of secret crushes and admirers. It was absolutely unimaginable on your part as you weren't even a social butterfly, thus you didn't know a lot of people, let alone guys at the campus.

You both let out a sigh when you averted your eyes back to the dancefloor, and wondered how could you go after this mystery because it was definitely a real mystery.

You had no idea what to do with the few information you had regarding your mysterious guy and the shoe he had left behind. What were you supposed to do? What would an ordinary person do if they were in your shoes? (No pun intended.)

First and foremost, you wouldn't look for him on SNS and put the picture of his shoe on the social media platform just like your best friend had suggested. You were pretty sure he wouldn't present himself because he would be too embarrassed to do so. Secondly, you would definitely not try to put an announcement on the school board saying that you would like to talk to the guy who had confessed to you at the Halloween party while dressed up as Thor because chances are that you wouldn't be able to recognize him without his costume. Plus, you didn't want some crazy creeps to come up to you, indicating that they were the secret guy. So what would be the solution then?

Well, Jinjin had a fairly good idea.

"Well, you're not sure how he looks like without his costume, he probably doesn't go looking around for his shoe if he even remembers the night, so how about asking people to sing the song he had used to confess to you?" he suggested the week after the Halloween party, the four of you sitting in a cafe on the corner of your university.

You had been thinking of that guy ever since the party, and you started to lose hope that he would ever come up to you without being drunk. Of course, you didn't have a reason to contact him as you weren't even sure that you actually knew him. However, he left such an impression on you that you couldn't think about anything but to give him a chance to explain himself when he's sober. Plus, he didn't make anything to you to hate him. Not to mention that your best friend couldn't stop asking you about that mysterious Thor guy after Jinjin had told her what happened that night.

"That's actually not a bad idea," your best friend chirped in and sent you a knowing glance.

"How would we persuade people to sing for us, random people?" You raised an eyebrow in question, not too sure about the outcome of the plan. You didn’t like to use people, especially not for your own selfish purposes. You should just give up, you started to think.

"We can always lie." Jinjin shrugged his shoulders as if it was nothing but you weren’t too convinced by his idea.

"Like what? That we want to make a band?"

"Jinjin always wanted to form a band, right?" Eunwoo shot him a glance and his friend fervently nodded his head.

"Yeah, that's right," he agreed immediately and you had no idea if he was being sincere or not but at least he tried. You weren't so sure anyway that the mysterious guy would show up since him singing your favourite The Vamps song didn't have anything to do with his intention of becoming a singer. Maybe he didn't even know he had a good voice, or he didn't want to believe it (maybe he was actually a Troy Bolton-like I'm-singing-only-for-the-shower-head type of guy). Maybe he was already a part of a band. Maybe he wouldn't want to see you ever again after (cutely) embarrassing himself in front of you. You didn't have a problem with him being drunk (he wasn't neither the touchy, nor the rude kind of drunk person), but it definitely didn't help that he wasn't 100% conscious and 100% in control when he confessed to you.

Anyway, you had hell a lot of doubts and you weren't even sure that you wanted to do it but you decided that it was worth a try.

Your little group gave it a week to prepare for the audition, thus you spent this time wisely by making posters and putting flyers on every available vacant surface around the campus. Jinjin even arranged with the head of a student organization that he would notify everyone he could. The purpose of the audition was just as you had arranged before, Jinjin forming a band, and you purposefully let the applicants know beforehand that they can sing any song they want but they also have to sing the chorus from Cheap wine. Just for the Western vibes, the announcement read.

The closer you were to the date of the actual audition, the more nervous you felt. Would your mysterious guy come? Wouldn't he be too suspicious that the song choice had something to do with his confession from the Halloween party? Or did he even remember what he had done that night?

Needless to say, your nerves were already frazzled by the time the audition rolled by. Multiple questions had been going through your head during those days. Why did he decide to confess to you during the Halloween party? Was he that drunk? How long had he been knowing you? How long had he been wanting to confess to you? It was a mystery, a real mystery. This whole thing with this guy and that Halloween party was like a part of a fanfic you wouldn't like to read.

Anyway, you did what you were supposed to do, sitting through the whole audition with Jinjin, Eunwoo and your best friend. There were some pretty interesting cases, to say the least.

"Is it okay if I just rap the chorus from that English song?" a guy named Changbin asked, his question taking everyone aback. Though Jinjin was actually more passionate than amazed, so he gave in without giving it a second thought. You had never heard anyone rap so fast in your whole life. It was as if this guy hadn't even breathed while rapping. His skills were truly on another level.

"What if I just dance? I mean, you guys want an idol band or an instrumental band?" An overly passionate boy who stated that he preferred to be called Ten directed the question at the four of you after dancing his way into the room. You were not surprised at this point that people had such questions since no further information was stated on your announcement, but it was actually a good thing. Your mysterious guy would probably not try to dance or rap if he already knew the lyrics to the song.

"I couldn't get the hang of the song in the same tone, so I've arranged it a bit," Namjoon - the head of the student organization Jinjin had talked to - announced before he started singing the song with perfect English and a kind of R&B style. It would be an understatement to say that the four of you were equally dumbfounded by his talent. He did justice to the original song while creating something new in his own style, and it was nice to hear your favourite song in so many different versions. The Vamps would have been interested in them for sure.

Even though a lot of people came and the audition took longer than any of you would have expected, your mysterious boy didn't show up. You were sure you would recognize his voice, probably his eyes too, but none of the applicants were the ones you had been looking for. At least, Jinjin could see the line-up of wanna-be musicians and start a band just like he had imagined when he was younger.

"Hey, cheer up, Y/n!" Your best friend hollered when she noticed that you were awfully quiet while you were on your way back to the dorms, your thoughts going back to the same boy, to the same question all over again. Will you ever see him again? Or the one and only boy who had ever confessed to you will always stay just a memory?

"I'm okay, really." You shrugged as if the whole thing had left you unbothered when in fact this was the only thing you could think about, and it was sad considering the amount of exams ahead of you. You should be concentrating on your studies instead.

"He'll show up. I can feel it!" Your best friend tried her best to reassure you, but you let out a sigh in response.

"I hope so," you said as you looked at the scenery passing by, your bus going through the buzzing city. You didn’t know why you felt so under the weather for something that hadn’t even started, and you had no idea why you felt like you should have tried better to meet this guy. You started to feel like there was no use anyway and it didn’t change as time went by.

You slowly began to lose all hope that you would see your mysterious boy ever again. There was still no trace of him, not even online, let alone offline. At least Jinjin was happy with his new band made up by the ones who had applied and showcased their talent. At least something good came out of that week of preparing hard for the audition. At least you knew you did all you could within your power to give this guy a proper chance to confess to you after the Halloween party. You weren't sure though if it was a good thing that you didn’t see him ever since or a terrible one. Would he be a cute, gentle guy? Or would he be a total asshole? Who knew? It was almost as if you had seen his profile online, maybe even had a little chat with him but nothing too personal, nothing too real-life like.

It wasn't until you were in the library one day, did you actually find out who he was.

At first, it was just this guy humming to himself but the closer you were to him, the clearer he sounded, thus you could actually realise that it was him, it was really your mysterious guy. He was standing by a row of shelves, probably looking for a book while he was humming Cheap wine to himself and when he couldn't contain himself anymore, he started singing out loud until the librarian told him to be quiet. Then, he bowed a bit and let out a little giggle as he turned back to the shelf. You knew that it was him because you recognized his voice and even his little laugh! You would never be able to forget such things after that Halloween party.

Your heart was racing, your palms were sweating and your legs were going in his direction. You were obviously anxious, your whole body shivering from both excitement and the fear of disappointment, yet you decided to give it a try. You decided to be this cool, adventurous girl who would never say no to such a challenge, and you took a step closer to him. Then, another and another.

On the other hand, before you could actually reach your mysterious guy, another boy showed up by the end of the row and called for him.

“Hey, Moonbin! You coming?” The shorter guy asked with a wide smile, making the other quickly grab a book and join him by the end of the row, leaving you alone in the middle of the library more dumbfounded than ever in your life.

Just like that, your chance to speak to him was gone. Of course, you could have stopped him but you were too shocked and you felt like you would interrupt his conversation with his friend if you did so. On the other hand, you knew his name and it was more than enough information to start your research. Eunwoo was like a real agent, using all the filters on SNS to minimize the number of possible Moonbins who were actually your secret guy. You knew his name, you knew his university, and you knew now how he looked like, so you were good to go. It took you quite a while though to go through all Moonbins' profile until you finally found yours and to realize that Moonbin was his full name, not just a part of it. Well, at least you didn't scroll through The Moon Bin saying that this couldn't be his real name.

Then, came the next mishap. How would you approach him? How would you write to him, so that you wouldn't seem neither pushy, nor too nonchalant? You had no idea how it went between a male and a female, it was like a whole new world to you.

Yet, you were more adamant than ever, so you tried your best to overcome your anxiety and decided to write to him by simply the following:

"Hey, it's y/n. I don't know if you remember the night you confessed to me and sang Cheap wine to prove that you know me. Anyway, I don't know how you feel, maybe you are too embarrassed to talk to me, but I've thought that it's only fair if you can explain yourself when you're sober. Or maybe just to talk? Let me know if you are comfortable with it."

When you pressed the ‘send’ button, you could feel your heart picking up its pace. You looked up from your computer, shutting your eyes closed and letting out a long sigh. You didn’t know it could be so nerve-wrecking to write to somebody, you weren’t a social butterfly to begin with. So to write to the guy who had confessed to you dressed up as Thor and tried to impress you by singing Cheap Wine? Well, you wouldn’t have imagined it even if you had known yourself perfectly well.

You didn’t even need to wait long until you got his reply, and you put the plate full of pancakes in a safe distance from you, so you would neither choke on your food, nor break the plate while or after reading the message. Though his response wasn’t as bad as you had thought that it would be.

"Oh hey! I didn't want to upset you or anything. Honestly, I don't remember everything from that night. I think I've lost one of my shoes, too, I don't know. I remember singing and talking to you but I don't remember the rest. I didn't want to contact you because I had no idea if I did or said something inappropriate. Tell me, did I? Back to your question, if YOU are comfortable with it, we can meet up, but only if you don't feel like you are compelled to do so."

You couldn’t help but laugh at the part when he mentioned he had lost one of his shoes. Well, you could tell him about that, you still had it in your dorm room as you had no idea where else to put it. Of course, your best friend couldn’t stop teasing you about Moonbin’s shoes, but what else you were supposed to do? Maybe you would be able to give it back to him if you could finally meet up.

You quickly wrote back to him, hoping that he would reply equally soon.

"It's okay, you didn't say or do anything inappropriate. I was just surprised and didn't know what to do with the situation."

You decided to be as honest with him as possible since you didn’t want to make him even more embarrassed. Maybe he was too shy to come up to you but liquid courage got him to do so, and you could only imagine his embarrassment now. You didn’t want to make him feel even worse, he seemed genuine by his messages so far.

"Same here.”

You didn’t know why you actually smiled at his honesty but there was just something about this whole situation; about this awkwardness that you both shared. You were both in this together, right? Needless to say, you were actually grateful when Moonbin was the one who wrote next.

“Okay, then let's meet up at the Fantagio Café on the corner of the uni. Friday afternoon is okay with you?"

Even though you saw it coming, after all this was why you had written to him in the first place, his suggestion still took you aback for a second. Then, you realized that it was definitely not going to be a date, he would have said if it was, so you immediately shut up the voice in your head that wanted nothing but to freak you out.

"Yes, it's perfect. Maybe at 5PM?"

"5PM it is then."

You stared at the screen of your laptop for a whole minute before you shook your head and reminded yourself that it was nothing you should be worked up about. It was just a mere encounter with the boy whom you had been searching for during the past weeks. He deserved to be given another chance. It would be just a mere conversation over some coffee, wouldn’t it?

Nevertheless, you couldn’t shake off this fuzzy feeling, and the closer Friday was, the more anxious you were. You didn’t even know what you were supposed to be doing? Would he be there first or would you be there first? Would you need to text him beforehand? Or was it now all settled? You had no idea how things like these worked but your best friend was kind enough to reassure you that you were going to be just fine, and if Moonbin happened to be a douchebag, you just have to give her a call and she would be there in no time.

With this thought in mind, you made your way to the Fantagio Café on Friday after your last lecture for the day, and you were pleasantly surprised to find Moonbin already there, waving at you from a table by the windows. He was in an adorable beige knitted sweater that made him look almost otherworldly in the late afternoon’s dim lights.

“Hey,” he greeted you with that adorable eye-smile of his, and your stomach immediately took a huge turn.

“Hi.” You tried to direct a friendly smile at him as you took a seat on the opposite side of the table. You swore you could feel awkwardness floating around you, yet Moonbin didn’t seem to mind the atmosphere. His smile was just as genuine as on the night you met (maybe a bit less drunk but he was still adorable), and his eyes were shining just as fondly. He ruffled his sandy-brown hair when he caught sight of your gaze on him, his moves effortlessly elegant and confident.

“How was your day?” he inquired with a hidden smile in the corner of his lips as he put down his elbows on the table. He was as casual as if you had known each other for years, so you’ve tried to do the same.

“It was alright. A bit tiring, especially my last class because the lecturer is so boring, no one actually pays attention to him, but you are obligated to be there nevertheless,” you rumbled and let out a nervous laughter when you saw his amused expression.

“Oh tell me about it! I have those classes too.” He joined in and laughed along with you. That’s basically how you started talking about annoying professors and useless lectures, moving on to other parts of uni life, interests, family stories, friendship stories and everything that came to your mind.

Then, he also blurted out that you two attended a class together during first semester, and he sat right behind you, so he actually got to know a lot about you while you were talking with your best friend and he didn’t talk to anyone else. He also cutely added that you had been just gushing about Cheap wine to your friend when the song had come out, and it’d become one of his favourite songs, too. He’d never been confident singing in English before, but he had planned to sing you a snippet of it excluding the drunk part. He hadn’t wanted to get drunk, and he made that very clear when the topic of the Halloween party came up. He also confessed that he had left at midnight because he was supposed to babysit his uncle’s son (who was 6 years old, old enough to go to bed by the time Moonbin left but he left him with his friend Rocky who was awesome with kids), yet he’d had to go back by midnight because his uncle would have come back from a theater play with his wife. Luckily, he had gotten back in time and had found both Rocky and the little boy sleeping on the couch, so he’d joined them. He had been also too exhausted from all the hustle-bustle and the amount of alcohol from that night.

Overall, you could really see that he didn’t have bad intentions, and he was actually a very sweet guy. He could talk a lot, but he listened attentively to you whenever you started telling him something, and he didn’t cut you off. He could joke around like you had been best friends for ages, yet he could also be serious at times. Talking to him was like breathing in some fresh air, it calmed your frazzled nerves and made you hopeful. For what? You couldn’t quite put a finger on it at first. However, the more time you spent together with him, the more you loved seeing that adorable eye smile of his, the more you caught yourself daydreaming about his beautiful eyes and the more obvious your feelings were.

Of course, your best friend, her boyfriend and Jinjin couldn’t stop teasing you about the guy who had drunkenly confessed to you, singing Cheap wine and being dressed up as Thor. Surely, it had been one very interesting way to meet someone. To meet a boy whom you happened to like back as time went by. It just seemed right no matter how awkward your first encounter had been. You didn’t click immediately with Moonbin, but you were always looking forward to your Friday rumble and coffee sessions at the Fantagio Café, your random visits to his favourite bubble tea shop, the times he accompanied you when you went to the university’s library, the songs you had exchanged after you realized that you had slightly different tastes, the books you had recommended each other, the silly animal vines he had sent you after you had accepted his friend request online, and the numerous times he made you laugh with a trivial joke of his or an honest smile of his.

Things were looking up for the both of you, and you didn’t even mind how you two had met. Not even a bit. He had spilled his heart for you and you gladly took it.

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eun-binnies · 6 years

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A Lazy Morning with Moonbin

Who: Moonbin x reader!

Words: 535 (a little short, but it’s my first time!)

Background info: Waking up with Moonbin after spending the night with him (and no pls no dirty stuffz, i’m an ‘02 liner && definitely not comfortable with anything in the smut area)

Warnings: none! unless you’re ... offended by Keurig coffee makers ???

please disregard if there are any mistakes (or i mean plot holes ig lol) because this is actually my first time writing anything similar to a fanfic since... i was in 7th grade lmao. please take it easy on me and if you have any constructive criticism go ahead~

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The sound of birds chirping outside your window tends to wake you up, but instead you’re abruptly woken up by Moonbin’s soft snores. You take a glance at your bedside clock: it’s 7:47 AM. You sigh and you’re about to break from his tight embrace, but he responds by letting out a small groan and hugs you even tighter.

“Binnie … I need to make us coffee at the least..”, you softly whisper to him.

You can feel his smile on your neck as he sleepily whines, “But I don’t need coffee Y/N, let’s just stay in bed a little longer~”

You giggle softly and finally agree. Carefully grabbing his arms off your sides, you turn around so that you’re face to face with Moonbin. You study his face structure and admire how adorable he looks bare-faced. It’s moments like these when you don’t understand why male idols like him even need makeup. Too immersed in basically staring at him, you don’t notice when Moonbin’s eyes flutter open and his lips curve into a smile.

“Pffft. Y/N, you can stop now, I know I’m good-looking,” Moonbin teases as your cheeks turn rosy.

Out of embarrassment, you hold the pillow over your face as Moonbin lightly chuckles because seeing you flustered made you look so adorable. He takes the pillow off your face, smiles, and gives you a small peck on the lips. “Y/N, you’re so cute and I’m so happy you’re mine. Why don’t you go make us coffee and I’ll get washed up?”

You look at him in utter shock, teasing, “No way… Moonbin? Waking up? On his own? This can’t be real… Oh my…” He smirks and replies, “Oh… unless you want to stay in bed longer?” And as someone who can’t stand staying in bed all day, you’re quick to decline with “No! It’s okay, Binnie. I’ll go make lattes~”

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Standing in front of the kitchen counter, you sleepily grab your Keurig maker and get to work. As you hear the machine monotonously pour coffee out into your matching couple mugs, you feel yourself lightly dozing off with your left arm resting on the granite countertop. Suddenly, you feel a pair of arms hug you from the back, and a chin resting on your shoulder.

“Jagiya~ You’ve already fallen asleep? The coffee’s been sitting around for 10 minutes…”, a voice softly whispers into your ear.

You jolt to find Moonbin smiling behind you and sigh a breath of relief. You start to rub your eyes when you hear him say, “Hmm… Y/N, I think it’s time to go back to bed.” You giggle and nod as he motions for you to get on his back so that he can carry you back to the room.

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Both of you are now snuggling close together in bed as Moonbin tries to help you fall back asleep. The two of you are facing each other and he has his hands running through your silky hair. Feeling cold, you hug him even tighter, which results in a soft smile from him. As you’re dozing off, you mumble, “I love you…” In which he replies with a sleepy “I love you too.”

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hi my name is eliza & i’m basically a hopeless romantic. i’ve also #neverbeen in a relationship before so like if this is unrealistic fat rip bc i tried my hardest LOL

#moonbin #moonbin imagine #moonbin scenario #astro fluff #astro kpop #cha eunwoo #lee dongmin #astro mj #astro myungjun #mj #astro rocky #minhyuk #jinjin #jinwoo #yoon sanha #sanha #astro #astro fanfic

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ofwolvesandbutterflies · 6 years

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So...shall we dance?

ASTRO’s Rocky x Reader ft. JinJin and Moonbin

Genre: fluff

dance!AU

A/N: Hey so park minhyuk is SO F_CKIN TALENTED AND PRETTY AND JUST WOAH. SO IS THE REST OF ASTRO so like I felt the need to write about this talented af pretty boi who also happens to be one of mah astro biases. also i’m so sorry for the unoriginal title... this ish is hardd.... but please enjoy. feel free to leave feedback (because i haven’t ever taught a dance class) and requests are open!

My feet moved quickly, catching on the wooden floor every so often, creating even more scuff marks. I flung my arms open wide, body moving naturally through the steps ingrained in my memory. Perspiration dotted my forehead and adhered the hair in my ponytail to my skin. I glanced at the students behind me in the mirror, a minuscule smile winding its way to my lips. They too, had improved so much since the first time I met them.

Finally the music stopped, signalling the habitual collapse and chorus of groaning from all the younger kids. Jinwoo turned to face them, running a hand through his sea green hair. I crouched down, rolling my shoulders and gazed at each of my students proudly.

“Alright guys! Rehearsal is over for today, make sure you stretch, make sure you drink water, make sure you practice at home and if anyone has any questions or needs any extra help, don’t be afraid to ask me or Ms. __,” Jinwoo clapped, rising back up into a standing position. “I’ll see you all tomorrow!”

One by one, the students began to rise, gathering into their friend groups and walking towards the lobby to find their parents until no one was left.

“Nice job, __,” the male called, wiping his face with a sweat towel. I nodded my thanks and paused in thought while he began to stretch. Should I ask him about it...

“So Jinjin…” I started, stretching my hands above my head. He turned to look at me, an expectant look on his attractive face. Should I…? No, not yet. “Nevermind.”

I went over the steps for the dance the advanced group was practicing, trying to decide whether or not to ask what was on my mind.

“Hey Jinwoo,” I rushed to catch up with my boss and friend from high school, fingers crossed behind my back. The shorter male turned, eyebrow raised as he waited to me to catch up. We had just finished the last dance rehearsal of the day.

“What’s up, __?”

“I was wondering if - uhm - you had filled that one spot yet…” You know… the one I’ve been asking you about for the past couple weeks. I knew Jinjin knew I was dying to become an actual dance instructor, but I had no idea if he was considering me as a possibility. Though we were friends, he took his job seriously and knowing him for a couple years prior to becoming his employee still gave me no leeway.

“Which spot?” The green haired male paused, pretending to think about which spot I could possibly be referring to. I bounced on my toes impatiently. He knew what spot I was talking about, but still he waited, sending me a cheeky smile. “Oh, riiighht. That spot.”

“Yeah, that spot. Have you filled it ye-”

He held up a finger, silencing me before I could ask him the same question for what must have been the millionth time. Before speaking, he gestured for me to follow him to the staff room.

“Actually, now that you bring it up, I do have someone in mind,” he spoke, opening the door for me. I thanked him giddily and entered the room, acknowledging my fellow dancers with a slight nod before locking eyes with a slender, handsome, unfamiliar brunette leaned against the cubbies. As someone who had been dancing for 10 years of my life, I was used to being around lithe, good looking guys. This time shouldn’t have been any different. However, the burning sensation on my cheeks begged to differ.

Dressed in a black muscle tee and black faux leather skinnies, his outfit did little to hide his lean, taut muscles. His dark eyes gleamed with mirth. His plush lips betrayed the slightest smile at my post-class and only slightly awed state. Everything about him, his powerful presence, his graceful aura, his dazzling features… reminded me I was sweaty, my hair was messed up from dancing, and that my baggy t-shirt and sweatpants weren’t as good looking on me as other things.

Jinjin came up beside me, waving to the guy and interrupting our staring contest.

“__, meet Park Minhyuk.”

Minhyuk moved forward, smiling pleasantly and offered me a hand to shake. I took it without a second thought.

“Hi! Nice to meet you, Minhyuk. Like Jinwoo said, I’m __,” I said, surprised at how easily the sentence came out. It wasn’t everyday that I met a cute guy and was able to introduce myself without somehow messing up my name.

“Nice to meet you,” he spoke, his voice the perfect combination of deep, smooth, and honey-like. “You can call me ‘Rocky’, though. Most people do.”

“We’ll see, Minhyuk,” I shot him a playful smile. “I’m not like most people. Besides, what brings you here anyways?”

His lips parted to say answer my question, slight smile turning into a smirk.

“Alright you two,” Jinjin interjected, placing a hand on the small of my back and guiding me forward ever so slightly. “Chill out. I don’t need my new instructor and my favorite TA hooking up.”

A laugh bubbled out of my mouth before my brain registered what Jinjin said. All at once, my heart stopped and my carefree laughter halted abruptly. Mouth open in shock and what almost felt like betrayal, my eyes narrowed at my employer and I pointed at Rocky incredulously.

“Wait… Wah.. what?!” It couldn’t have… I wasn’t… My dream job… Wait, Rocky?!

By the time I had finished mulling over the fact that I was not going to fill in the position of dance instructor any time soon, both Minhyuk and Jinwoo were peering at me, concerned.

“__, are you oka-?” Rocky was reaching toward me, deep eyes studying mine. Shaking myself out of my disappointed daze, I pushed his hand away, all admiration towards the handsome male gone. I forced a fake smile to my face and grabbed my bag off a nearby shelf.

“Yeah, I’m just peachy. Congratulations, Minhyuk.”

With that, I turned on my heel and did my best not to stomp out of the room.

And so the story goes. The days passed and not one of them ended without some reminder that such a kind, playful, not to mention extremely good-looking guy had stolen my dream job from right under my nose. The only thing that held me back from putting that aside and making an effort to be nicer to him was my damaged pride.

“Hey __,” Minhyuk approached me, signature black muscle tee and skinny jeans displaying his flexible limbs. A friendly smile sat on his lips. It took all of me not to just walk away. Instead, I plastered an annoyed smile on my face and turned towards him.

“Oh, it’s you,” I spoke through clenched teeth, reaching past him to grab a bagel. The smile on his lips began to change into a confused frown.

“What’s that supposed to me-”

“If you’ll kindly excuse me,” I cut him off, pushing past him. “I’m going.”

With my nose high in the air, I sashayed out of the staff room, refusing to acknowledge the obvious hurt I caught flash across my attractive coworker’s face. If I was being completely honest, part of me felt guilty about being an ass. I still remembered the fast pace of my heartbeat the moment I first laid eyes on him and part of my heart still went haywire every time I saw him.

Staring down at my bagel, I contemplated whether staying mad at such a nice, talented guy was worth it. Taking a bite out of it, I continued walking towards one of the practice rooms.

“Yo, __.” I spun around to see Moonbin, another one of my coworkers.

“Hey Bin.” Greeting him, I slowed my pace so we could walk side by side. “What’s up?”

The blond walking beside me stayed quiet for a moment, thinking over his words before speaking. “Are feeling you okay? Like, did you get enough sleep?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why?” Brow furrowed, I sent him a confused look.

This time, he stopped, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“I dunno, you just seemed kind of… grouchy back there in the break room.”

“Oh that,” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “Yeah, don’t mind that.” Glancing down at my watch, I nearly stuffed the rest of the barely eaten bagel in my mouth, waving towards my friend and hurrying towards my destination. I was supposed to be with the Jinwoo and the first group of the day.

“See ya, Bin!”

“__,” Jinjin called from across the empty practice room. There was a few more minutes before the next class and I had just been practicing the choreo from yesterday. “Come here.”

“Yeah?” Leaving my spot by the mirror, I jogged towards my boss.

“I’m not going to be here Friday and Saturday,” he spoke, scrolling through the music library. “I’m heading up to Ilsan to visit some family, so Rocky’s going to be covering for me.”

My eyes widened and I gaped at the green-haired male.

“Are you sure? I mean like, I can run the classes myself-”

Jinwoo chuckled, eyes still trained on the computer screen.

“I know you can, __, but I already briefed him on what each of the groups are doing. And besides, you should at least try to get along with him.”

I groaned inwardly. Great. Two whole days with the obnoxiously pretty dude that stole my dream job.

“Moonbin has more experience here but whatever. Also, do I get anything from this?”

“Well that depends,” Jinjin smiled mysteriously, picking a song and walking towards the middle of the dance floor. “Don’t forget to lock up every night, okay?”

Shaking my head, I cracked a grin and I followed him to the middle of the room. I knew the dance to this song well. Ten seconds later, I had already pushed the matter to the back of my mind. The lyrics to ‘You Need Love’ by Microdot, the moves we had choreographed to this song, and the screech of our shoes on the floor had already filled my thoughts.

Another busy day came to a close as all the younger kids filtered into the lobby. Jinwoo had already gone off to the break room to pack up, telling me to wait with anyone whose parents were running late. By now, all the students but one had left. The little boy stood by the door, fingers intertwined together and rested atop his head. A customary scowl of dejection sat on his pouty lips.

A brief pang of sadness reverberated in my heart. Little Jung-min. I walked over to the eleven year old boy who had been constantly picked up later and later, day after day.

“Hey Jung-min,” I called, sitting down beside him. The boy looked at me, a painfully crestfallen look in his doe eyes. Over the couple of months I’d been working with him, I had learned that neither of his parents were ever able to pick him up and that responsibility always fell on his older sister, who was almost always at least twenty minutes late.

“Hi, Ms. __.”

We sat there in silence for a moment. What could I say? I already knew his sister wouldn’t be here for a while. Finally, after a couple excruciatingly quiet moments I exhaled.

“You know, Jungmin, you’re improving a lot. And I just wanted you to know that I’m so proud of you.”

“You think I’m improving?” The hurt in his eyes began to morph into the tiniest bit of confidence.

“I know you’re improving. In fact,” I stood and offered a hand to him. “I think you’re ready for another song. A harder song. What do you say? You up for it?”

The shy, scowling boy took my hand hesitantly.

“.. Yeah.. I’m up for it.”

When Jung-min’s sister finally showed up with the usual river of apologies flowing out of her mouth, I was half-way done with teaching him the chorus. As Jung-min went to get his bag, his sister, a shorter, thin girl with long, bleached hair and thick-rimmed glasses, bowed repeatedly, adding to the frazzled and stressed ambiance about her.

“I’m so sorry! I know I’m always late, I just get out of work at the same time his class finishes. I hope he wasn’t any trouble!”

“No, it’s fine,” I spoke, trying to reassure the frantic-looking lady. “Your little brother is very talented.”

“Are we talking about the same Jung-min?” She squinted at her brother who had his tongue sticking out at her from across the room.

Laughing, I waved bye to them.

“Wow,” an annoying familiar voice sounded. Immediately, all of me stiffened. I turned to see Minhyuk leaning on the door frame, a soft smile gracing his irritatingly perfect face. “Now, there’s a side of you I’ve never seen.”

“There’s many sides of me you’ve never seen,” I rolled my eyes, scoffing. I closed the door and clicked off the lights, the weight of his penetrating gaze on every move I made. The pace of my heartbeat increased tenfold and a hot blush threatened to overtake my cheeks the closer I got to him.

Slipping past him, all I wanted to do was get to the break room to get my stuff and go home and sleep. Anymore time with him and I might actually start blushing. Unfortunately for me, he sidled up to me, gaze still set on my every movement. The ten feet it took to get from the practice room to the staff room seemed to take hours as we walked in an awkward silence.

“So, __,” Rocky started. “We’re working together tomorrow. Any tips on how I could get on your good side? At least for a couple days?”

“Just… know your boundaries,” I spoke in a clipped tone. “I’d rather work with Bin or by myself, but I trust Jinwoo, and if he tells me to work with you, I will. Don’t push your luck, though.”

Once again, I left him standing in the middle of the hallway, staring dumbfounded at my receding figure. Why was I such an ass when he was clearly trying so hard to prove he was worthy of being on my good side? And more importantly, why was I being such an ass when he was the object of my affection?

Sweat poured through my pores and down my body. Stray pieces of hair that had escaped my pony tail stuck, plastered in sweat, to my forehead. My eyes ran over my dancing figure in the mirror. No… that didn’t look quite right...

I hadn’t originally planned to stay so long, but there was one song stuck in my head and I had been putting together steps to the melody throughout the day. Glancing towards the time, I almost cursed out loud. 10:49 pm. It had been nearly 3 hours since Jinjin, Moonbin, and all the others had left.

Now that the music had stopped, every single one of my muscles screamed out in agony and I collapsed on the floor, breath coming out in short, harsh bursts. The sound of my breathing rang out through the otherwise empty studio and I lay there for a moment, enjoying the far off sound of music.

Suddenly, it hit me. My music had stopped. I was done dancing. Either I was getting delusional from not drinking enough water, or there was still music playing in another room. Straining my ears ever so slightly, I pushed myself into a crouch. Yes.. there it was… The distinctive sound of what sounded like ‘Usher’.

I stood, grabbing my water bottle and shutting off the computer. As soon as the lights went out, I strolled out of the room, silently cursing myself for not checking the other rooms’ sound system.

However, a soon as I neared the entrance of the other room, I stopped short, lips parted in shock. No way.

The last thirty seconds to a remix of Usher’s ‘Moving Mountains’ reached my ears just as my eyes took in the familiar, lean figure of my least favorite human on the planet. Minhyuk’s slim body moved with ease to the music, clearly dictating the melancholy undertone of the pop song. He slid through the motions with such precision. The look of utter concentration in his dark, once playful eyes held me captivated. I stood there, awestruck, for the remainder of the song.

Never had I been so spellbound. Though the song came to an end, Rocky danced on, the determination in his eyes shouting that nothing was going to stop him until it was absolutely flawless.

My eyes traveled down his figure, a blush -long overdue- dusting itself over my cheeks. He was dressed in all black again, the only difference this time being that he was decked in a dark long sleeve pushed up to his elbows instead of a muscle tee. The longer I gazed at him, the more one thing became clear to me. No longer was I pissed at Minhyuk for taking my job… I was more pissed at myself for falling for him.

I didn’t realize he was finally done dancing until he began to turn in my direction. Shaking myself out of my daze with an embarrassed squeak, I rushed to the break room and away from the source of my assumed unrequited affection.

“Listen __, take it easy on the poor dude. He doesn’t need you bullying him,” Jinwoo sighed through the phone speaker. It was around the time his train should have left the station and I was just calling to clarify everything. “He’s never been anything but nice to you so please, for these next two days, cut him some slack.”

“I know…” I spoke slowly, fingers tapping impatiently on the surface of the table as I finished the rest of a bagel. “I’ll try, but no promises. Have you gotten on the train yet?”

“Yes mom. I’m on the train and it just left the station. Good to know you miss me.”

“Don’t be gross,” I snorted, putting the phone on speaker and pulling my hair back into a ponytail. “I’m just making sure you stay alive so I’m not forced to work with him for the rest of my life.”

“Somehow, I don’t think you’re as pissed as you make it out to be,” he chuckled. Scowling at my phone, I stuck out my tongue at his caller ID and ended the call. Glancing at myself in the mirror, I rolled my neck and re-tied the flannel around my waist. Jinjin was right, but I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing it.

Reaching my arms towards the ceiling in a stretch, my eyes wandered lazily about the room until they came across someone I hadn’t noticed enter the room. He stood in the same position I saw him in yesterday, slim body slumped elegantly against the door frame, blank, almost defeated look on his angelic face, sculpted arms crossed over a white muscle tee. I lowered my arms immediately.

“M-Minhyuk?! How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to be reminded of how much you despise me,” the attractive boy spoke, tossing his towel down by the speakers. A pang of guilt stabbed at my heart. Right… He walked towards me, shoulders slumped ever so slightly.

“Ahh..” All intelligent words escaped my mind and for once in a long time, I found I had no rebuttal. An awkward silence hung between us that not even the hum of music could cut through until finally younger kids began to trickle in.

I leaned my head against the cool mirror, sliding down the wall, staring up at the lights. As my eyes shut themselves, I exhaled slowly. One last group left, then I could go home and wait for sleep to overtake my consciousness. The day was nearly, nearly over.

“Yah, __!” Minhyuk called from where he stood, going slowly through the moves to make sure he remembered them all. Opening my eyes reluctantly, I cocked my head lazily in his direction. “The kids are arriving any minute now, you should get up soon.”

Scoffing, I rolled my eyes and yelled back.

“Did Jinjin tell you to annoy the living daylights out of me or something? I know the kids are coming, it’s not like I teach them every day, 6 days a week..”

He stopped dancing, hands in front of him defensively, opening his mouth to say something when Jung-min suddenly walked in.

“Hi Ms. __. Oh, hi Mr. Rocky. Are you teaching us with Ms. __ today?” the younger boy asked, dropping his bag by the row of cubbies.

With his attention now off of me, Minhyuk smiled. I studied my teaching partner, latently taking in every little detail of his smiling face. The crescent shape of his deep, caffe americano-colored eyes… the gentle incline of his plump lips… his sharp jawline.. the way the lights in the room highlighted his face perfectly… I hated just how good looking he was.

“Yeah. It’s me and Ms. __ today.”

Stupid as it seemed… I couldn’t help but like the way that sounded.

As soon as all of the younger kids filtered into the studio, Minhyuk glanced towards me, double-taking when he realized I was still seated.

“__… You planning on getting up any time soon?”

A groan left my mouth and I reached up as if to ask for help. I didn’t need it, of course… but he didn’t know that. Rolling his eyes, he started towards me. Not a single part of me was expecting his help, so when he bent towards me with both arms outstretched, I brushed it off as nothing. That was, until his smooth, strong hands enveloped mine and tugged me towards him.

Unlike the cheesy, romantic moments in kdramas, time did not slow down enough for my mind to digest what happened. It seemed his touch fried all the circuits in my brain because as soon as his arms retracted to pull me up, I froze. All at once, time sped up.

Explaining how I ended up in Minhyuk’s arms would be virtually impossible because once his grip tightened, I blanked. The only thing going through my mind was a mantra of the same thing, ‘I’m going to fall. Flat. On my face.’ One way or another, the security I felt in his grasp with his dark eyes gazing into mine sent a rush of heat throughout my body.

The angle he was holding me at and the lights behind him only increased how heavenly he looked. It was at that moment when time decided to slow. Tufts of his darker hair fell in front of his dark chocolate colored eyes, complementing the elements of his face just right. My gazed traveled down to his parted lips, accelerated heartbeat roaring in my ears.

In the midst of falling, I was somehow able to reach up and loop my arms around his neck. With that advantage and the subtraction of a few inches, I’d be able to press my lips to his no problem.

And the Lord knows how much I wanted desperately to, yet the weight of all the younger kids’ curious stares woke me from my trance.

“Uhm… Ms. __, are you okay?”

In a mad rush to stand up, I shoved Minhyuk away, a deep crimson staining my cheeks.

“__-” Minhyuk called, reaching towards me. Concern and the smallest hint of hurt swam in his deep, riveting eyes. Refusing to acknowledge the things he did to my heart, I forced a scowl to my face. “Are you oka-”

“I’m fine, don’t touch me,” I hissed. I wrapped my arms around myself protectively. The quietest of sighs exuded from his entrancing lips and he looked away, hurt. Thankfully, the only student that had taken full notice was Jung-min and rehearsal proceeded as usual. This time though, the guilt of pushing him away rang in my head and heart louder than it ever had before.

Once again, Jung-min sat gloomily by the door. Minhyuk had just left to go to the restroom, eyes downcast and looking everywhere but me. My steps sounded on the wood floor heavier than normal as I approached him.

“Hey Jung-min… Would you like to work on that other dan-”

“Why do you hate Mr. Rocky?” Jung-min asked, dark doe eyes searching mine. The inquiry halted me in my approach and I stared at the eleven-year-old incredulously.

“I don’t… I don’t hate him.”

Jung-min rolled his eyes sassily, greatly over accentuating the movement.

“Ha ha. Yeah, right. And I’m the president of the United States.”

I crossed my arms at his change in attitude.

“I don’t!”

“Then stop making him so sad and depressed when it’s so obvious you like him,” Jung-min stated matter-of-factly, pointing at me accusingly with a small, bony finger. My mouth dropped open… So much for my feelings staying secret.

“Wh-what are you talking about? How can you tell?”

“You look at him a lot and your cheeks got really red when he caught you. Also, you stared into his eyes really deeply and you didn't let go until you remembered we were in the room,” the younger male said, ticking off the reasons on his fingers. “You like Mr. Rocky, don't you?"

I opened my mouth to protest, to deny the obvious truth when the sound of a hydro flask hitting the ground brought the both of our attention to the man himself. The one, the only, Park Minhyuk stood in the doorway, lips parted in sheer shock. Before I could say anything, Jung-min’s sister rushed into the room, usual apology halted the moment she caught sight of my dance partner.

“I’m soo sorry!! I’m late agai- Oh!”

A bright cerise shade painted itself onto her supple cheeks and she began to twirl a section of her hair shyly. Her rushed steps became more sultry as she made her way closer to Minhyuk. I nearly threw up in my mouth. I mean, it’s near impossible to look sexy while wiping the fingerprints off your glasses. Luckily for everyone, Jung-min intervened again.

Grabbing his sister’s hand, an exasperated Jungmin dragged her backwards towards the lobby.

“YAH! Noona, you can’t flirt with my teacher!” She turned towards her brother, mouth open to spit out a retort when Jung-min continued. “He already likes Ms. __!”

As if the awkward silence wasn’t edgy enough before, the awkward silence now was deafening. Part of me melted in relief. Now that the secret was out, I really had no good reason to continue acting stuck-up and bratty. However, the other part of me tensed in anxiety. What would Minhyuk say?

For a while, neither of us said anything. Thoughts wizzed and whirled through my mind hundreds of miles an hour. Eventually, I sighed and wiped my sweaty palms on my black tights.

“Minhyuk…” At the sound of his name, Rocky looked tentatively at me, bottom lip caught in between his teeth. “Was there… any truth at all to what Jung-min said?”

“Unfortunately…” He murmured as eyes began to wander again.

“Unfortunately?”

“Yes, unfortunately,” Minhyuk laughed nervously, dark bangs obscuring his view as he studied his worn out vans. “I suppose I’ll start at the beginning.

“You told me the day we met you weren't like most people,” he paused, fingers drumming on his thigh. “And after that day, I realized that no… you weren't.”

Dark eyes narrowing, I opened my mouth to question his words, but he continued.

“Yet being around you when you didn’t realize, watching the way you interacted with your students, admiring the synergy you created between power, elegance, and grace while dancing… I fell for you then and I still feel strongly about you now. You're passionate about what you do, you care about others, you push them to be better, to learn and grow… From what I’ve heard from Jinjin and Moonbin, you are confident in who you are as a person. Being absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous is just a plus."

I knew for certain that his words brought a hot blush to my cheeks and now I was the one whose gaze was trained on the floor in front of me.

“And I know you told me not to push my luck and I know by saying what I just said, I’ve likely pushed my luck too fair, but…” Rocky spoke, voice now sounding so much more self-assured. Bringing my stare back up towards him, I admired the handsome male in front of me. Every aspect of him from his lips to his deepening blush, his sharp jawline to his lean limbs left my mind reeling.

“__, before I leave here feeling like an idiot, can I at least know what I did to make you hate me so much?"

I let out a sigh. Might as well tell him the truth.

"I never hated... you. And I know I was a jerk, I know I made it seem like I loathed the very fact you existenced… but seeing you for the first time had my heart beating like it never had before. You…” I pursed my lips, trying to come up with a cohesive statement. The heat of his eyes on me made it hard to think. “You just emanated confidence and grace and the playful banter between us for that brief moment… you were like… you were my dream guy.”

Minhyuk raised an eyebrow.

“You said ‘were’. What changed?”

“I just... Jinwoo gave you the job I had been asking him for and I got ridiculously petty-”

“You can say that again,” he snorted, rolling his eyes. I glared at him for a moment before proceeding.

“But no… I never hated you, I was just jealous of the fact you got the position I had been going after for the longest time. Seeing you a couple nights ago, late at night, dancing like there was no tomorrow... it just reinforced the feelings I had for you,” I paused for a breath, hands sporadically motioning all around me to emphasize my point. “And I-I'm sorry for acting like an asshole, I'm just.. I'm really bad at expressing my feelings which is really no excuse... but I-I don't hate you, I actually -uhm- I really like you."

A shy smile slowly spread across his lips and everything about him from his gentle smile to his anxiously shuffling feet was dazzling, really.

“So __,” Minhyuk spoke, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully, the movement accentuating his toned arms. I had no idea if it was the studio lights or just me, but the glimmer in his eyes seems to shine. “I honestly think you dance beautifully and I know you told me not to push my luck but I'm just wondering if maybe… you’d like to dance together?"

As if on cue, the song I had been choreographing a dance to the night I saw him dancing began to play and the smile grew on my own lips. He stared walking towards me, slowly, hesitantly, waiting to see if I’d back away.

"I hope you don't mind, I saw you dancing the other night as well and I figured out an additional person's part..." Minhyuk stopped a foot in front of me, offering me a hand.

A small laugh escaped my lips and I took his outstretched hand. All feelings of hostility towards the dancer before me had fled. The blissful feeling of completion overcame me as I twirled into his body.

“I don't mind at all.”

His arms snaked their way around my waist and his hot breath brushed against my cheek.

“So… Shall we dance?”

Before Rocky arrived the next day, it was almost as if nothing changed. I sat on the stool by the refrigerator and scrolled through my social media while eating my bagel. However, the second Park Minhyuk stepped into the room, an uncontrollable smile broke out on my face. Unfortunately for me, he saw. Dressed in his signature dark muscle tee and joggers, it seemed as if he knew I was going to be subconsciously checking him out.

"Hey __," Rocky said, tossing his bag down by mine. He sidled up to me, shooting me a teasing smile before sneaking an arm around my waist. "You look good today."

"Oh shut up, you weirdo. I'm leaving if you're going to be like that," I scoffed and punched his shoulder playfully, smile still very much present on my lips.

“You wouldn’t,” he purred, bending down to press a quick kiss to my temple.

“Watch me, hun.”

Minhyuk chuckled, resting his chin on my shoulder. The heat of his body flush against my back warmed my cheeks. My girlish giggle resounded in the near empty staff room as he showered me with affection. With his attention solely on me, I nearly forgot that Moonbin was in the room until Rocky left.

“Ehem… Uh, __?”

I turned immediately at the sound of Bin’s awkward cough, dark crimson blush spreading on my cheeks like a wildfire.

“Moonbin! Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I forgot you were in the room!”

“So I’ve gathered…” My coworker nodded, an utterly flabbergasted look on his face. “Are you okay? Like, did you get enough sleep?”

Burying my face in my hands, I laughed nervously.

“Yeah… I’m fine and yeah… I got enough sleep.”

“Then what was…” Moonbin motioned from you to the door and back to you. “- All of that?”

“I-uhm… just please don’t mind that,” I pleaded with him. “Also… please don’t tell Jinwoo. He’d never let me hear the end of it.”

I walked into the studio a few minutes early, the awkward ambiance with Moonbin in the staff room too much for me to handle. Entering the room quietly, I savored the last few seconds of watching my handsome partner dance.

The song he had been dancing to a couple nights ago played softly out of the speakers and I leaned against the door frame, gentle smile playing at my lips. Minhyuk saw me out of the corner of his eye through the mirror and a bright smile made its way to his lips as he finished off the choreo.

As soon as he finished, I burst into a round of applause. He grabbed a sweat towel and made his way over to me.

“How’d it look?” Minhyuk smiled nervously as I tapped my chin in thought.

“Hmm… I mean it looked okay…” I shrugged playfully. He scoffed and grabbed my waist, pulling me into a sweaty hug.

“Okay? Oh come on, it was better than okay,” he grumbled. His grip around my waist tightened and he lifted me up effortlessly.

“Yah! Park Minhyuk! Put me down right now!” I squealed, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Not until you agree to go out to dinner with me and be my girlfriend.”

My lips parted in awe at his smooth transition.

“I mean, you could’ve just asked straight out like most regular people do and I would’ve said yes…” I paused to raise an eyebrow at him. “But I mean sure.”

He placed me back on the ground, toned arms still wrapped around me, holding me close.

“Oh but __,” Rocky smiled devilishly. “I’m not like most people.”

Glancing at the clock for the nth time in the last ten minutes, I let out a long breath. One last class and then I could go home and sleep. Minhyuk had run out to get something and I was alone in the room, waiting for people to show up. I pushed myself up off the floor and strolled towards the computer to select a song.

“Hi, Ms. __.” A familiar voice called. I turned to smile at Jung-min.

“Hey, Jung-min. You want to practice that other song really quickly before anyone else shows up?”

He nodded and went to put his bag down. Before I could play the song, a pair of muscular arms snuck around my waist and I heard Jung-min snort before greeting the newcomer.

“Hi, Mr. Rocky.”

“Hey, Jung-min,” Minhyuk laughed and waved to the younger boy.

“First of all, what is it with you and back hugs?” I whined, leaning my head back onto his shoulder. “I like seeing you when I hug you. And second of all… come on, Minhyuk! Jung-min and I were going to practice somethin-”

“Nah, it’s fine, Minhyuk,” Jung-min sang mischievously, shooting me a smug grin that clearly said ‘I told you, didn’t I? “We can practice after rehearsal.”

I rolled my eyes.

All the students, including Jung-min, had left, meaning that I could either lock up the place for the weekend or stay up practicing. And right now, with my head spinning from my lack of sleep recently, I was leaning more towards locking up the place for the weekend.

“Yah! Park Minhyuk!” I yawned, pushing myself up into a sitting position to watch my boyfriend who, at the moment, was still dancing. It took a moment for my call to register in his mind. Even from my view of his back, I could tell that he was completely zoned out, mind, body, and soul engrossed wholly on dancing.

Knowing he wasn’t going to stop until he was done, I rested my head against the wall and took the time to actually study Rocky. His dark eyes smoldered with an intense concentration and every single move he made was met with the utmost scrutiny. His lean limbs moved with absolute precision. He knew this music well and his facial expressions narrated the tone and messages of the different songs. Watching him in his natural habitat was without a doubt mesmerizing.

Finally, the song ended and he turned around, eyebrows raised expectantly.

“What’s up?”

“You almost done?” I inquired, rubbing my eyes. “We need to lock up soon.”

“I was going to go on for a little while longer...” He chuckled, strolling over to where I was seated. “But you look tired, so-”

“You can keep -” a yawn interrupted my slurred words. “- practicing. I’ll wait.”

“You’ll wait or you’ll sleep?” Minhyuk peered at me dubiously. “Because as much as I love and care about you, I really don’t want to carry you home.”

“Here,” I waved his question away and pushed myself up. He surged forward when I stumbled, but I sent him a ‘reassuring’ smile. “I’ll dance with you and we can practice that other song, that way I’ll actually stay awake.”

“Okay…” He shrugged, clearly skeptical of my words, but started the music anyways. As soon as the sound registered in my mind, I began to dance. Unfortunately for me though, the only thing my exhausted mind had registered was the music, not the steps or the movements my body needed to go through to complete the steps.

“__!” Rocky called out, reaching forward to grab my hand. Within seconds, I had tripped over my feet and was falling backwards rather quickly. Although one of his hands succeeded in grasping mine at the very last second, a loud ’thump’ echoed throughout the studio when I landed on my back, staring glassy-eyed at the handsome male hovering above me.

Time stood still as I took in the image before me. Minhyuk had propped himself up on his hands and knees, slim body hanging between my legs, arms trembling while he struggled to keep from collapsing on me. The blush that had found its way onto my cheeks had also painted itself on his handsome face. His deep, dark chocolate colored eyes traced the outline of my bewildered expression. Though my body felt as if it were on fire because of the mere millimeters between us, his body radiated a warmth I wasn’t entirely against. Without warning, his gaze found mine.

Something in the back of my mind yelled and screamed at me to push him off and get up off this nasty floor… but not a single fiber of me listened. I was frozen. Trapped. Entranced by his enchanting eyes.

“Hey __…” Minhyuk said hoarsely, eyes darting down towards my lips before coming up to meet my eyes, voice coming out lower than a whisper. “Do you… do you know how beautiful you look right now?”

At that moment, every rational thought left my mind and my heart took control. My arms wound around his neck and I pulled myself up to press my lips to his. He responded almost immediately, chapped, warm lips moving against mine enthusiastically. My heart beat climbed erratically the second one of his hands came down to cup my cheek tenderly.

Out of nowhere, one of his arms slid behind my back, picking me up and pulling me into his lap. A sound of appreciation rumbled in his chest when my fingers tangled themselves in his coarse hair. Tilting his head ever so slightly, he leaned closer, deepening the kiss. I didn’t want the moment to end and judging by the low whine that came from his lips the moment I pulled away for air… he didn’t want it to end either.

The music in the background faded into white noise as I gazed fondly at the light pink dusting his cheeks. Bringing one of my hands up to his face, I brushed the bangs out of his eyes and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. He turned, lips hitting my palm in a sweet kiss.

And as I leaned forward to kiss him once more, part of me questioned how I’d ever been able to do anything but love Minhyuk.

“Hey, Jinjin,” I called out to my green-haired boss from my spot next to the fridge. Minhyuk still hadn’t arrived, yet. “How’s your family doing?”

“Hey, __.” Jinwoo smiled, reaching into the fridge to get a water bottle. “My family’s fine. They were definitely excited to see me after all these months. How were the kids? How was it with Rocky?”

From across the room, Moonbin opened his mouth to say something, no doubt about Minhyuk and I, but the death glare I sent him effectively shut him up. Turning back towards my friend, I shrugged.

“It was fine, everything went well.”

Jinjin raised an eye suspiciously at my cheeriness and turned to look at Moonbin.

“Hey Bin… is she hiding something? She’s not usually this happy.”

“Don’t look at me,” the blond male held up his hands, avoiding both Jinwoo’s and my eyes. “I just work here.”

Again, Jinwoo spun around to peer at me, a skeptical smile decorating his face. He pointed towards me, lips parting to say something, only to be stopped by a pair of hands that came around to obscure my vision. A grin played at my lips and Rocky’s voice sounded close to my ear.

“Guess who..”

“Let me guess… my least favorite person in the world?” I laughed, grabbing his hands away from my face. Minhyuk smiled. His hands came to a rest on my hips and his breath tickled the sensitive skin on my neck.

“You mean Jinwoo? Nope, sorry. It’s actually your favorite person in the world.”

“You’re not Jung-min.”

“Oh Ha. Ha. You’re hilarious.”

All the while, Jinjin stared quizzically at the two of us until the puzzle pieces clicked in his mind. Ahh… so our plan worked. A cheeky smile crept onto his face and he silently motioned for Moonbin to follow him out of the room.

“Oh right! Jinjin!” I called, stopping him in his tracks.

“Yeah?”

“Do I… I dunno,” I fiddled with my hands, mulling over my words for a moment. “Do I get anything extra from working the last couple days without you?”

My green haired boss took one look at Rocky and I and smirked.

“You got a boyfriend, didn’t you? Isn’t that enough?”

Astonished, I glanced at Minhyuk who was wearing a similar, just as stunned expression before looking back towards my friend.

“Wait- Park Jinwoo! Did you plan this?”

“Me? Nah,” Jinjin waved his hand as if dismissing the topic and sent me a playful wink. “It was mostly Jung-min’s idea.”

Brows furrowed, I peered at him warily.

“Oh but also,” my boss backtracked until he was staring at both Rocky and I. “No making out in the studio or the break room, okay? It’s just… not good work ethic.”

Burrowing my face in Minhyuk’s chest, I groaned loudly.

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