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wavelikewhat · 2 years

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Starlight in Seoul

Pairing: Shownu x undefined, Minhyuk x undefined Wordcount: 1875 Content notes: none! it's very wholesome Summary: Shownu takes his dog on a long evening walk and spots an old friend. Genre/themes: fluff, Monstas as parents/dogparents, Monstas in the future, tbh this is wish fulfillment because I want them to be so happy with whatever kind of family they want A/N: special thanks to @seungkwansphd for love and support <3

Shownu pushed the door open and heard Poppy scrambling toward him through the dark apartment. The overhead light turned on automatically as he stepped into the apartment, and he smiled as he prepared to greet the fluffy white puppy eager to shower him with affection.

Poppy’s toenails clicked tap-tap-tap on the hardwood floors as she wove excitedly through Shownu’s feet and legs until the tall man squatted down. “Poppy! Annyeong!” He offered one hand to the puppy and reached back with the other to gently close the door behind him.

“I’m sorry I’m so late tonight, Poppy. We were both supposed to finish working early, but it doesn’t always turn out that way.” He scratched the puppy vigorously with all his fingers. She yipped and he laughed happily at her excitement.

Shownu stood up and slipped off his sneakers before entering the long hallway. “Let me change my clothes and we can go outside. I know you've been waiting all night for our walk. I’m sorry, it's only you and me tonight. But as soon as I get changed we can go outside.”

The puppy followed him as he rushed through the apartment, heading toward the bedroom. He opened the large wardrobe door and caught a flash of her blurry white reflection in the full length mirror attached inside. He smiled to himself. She had only been with them for a few weeks, but just as everyone had predicted she was already his shadow.

Within a few minutes, Shownu was walking back to the front door dressed in black sweatpants and a plain white tee. Poppy ran past him and danced in place below the wall hook that held her leash.

He took the leash off the hook and bent over to attach the harness around her warm little body. “Ok Poppy, it’s finally time for a walk! It’s your favorite time of the day, except meal time. You’re like me. Mealtime and walk-time are my favorite parts of the day, too.” He rubbed the top of her head with his thumb and she yipped.

Shownu slipped on his white sneakers and stood up, holding the leash in one hand. He patted his pocket for his phone and nodded to himself when he felt it through the sweatpants. He grabbed a plain black ballcap from another hook on the wall and placed it on his head, then he pulled the door open for the two of them. “Let’s go, Poppy!”

It was a clear, cool night. He only saw a few other people along the road as he and Poppy walked through the neighborhood.

Usually, the three of them took a winding walk together in the evening, wandering down every quiet street and catching up on everything that had happened during the day. On some nights, it was a long quiet walk instead, holding hands in comfortable silence as Poppy explored scents and sounds of the night.

Tonight it was just the two of them, and Shownu was in a contemplative mood. He found himself thinking about things he hadn’t thought about in a while. He decided to stay out a little longer than usual before turning back toward home.

Up ahead, he spotted a small park with a playground for young children. During the daytime it was full of kids chasing each other, their parents sipping iced coffees on the benches that lined the play area. After dark, the area was lit by street lamps and the benches often had couples chatting quietly close together or friends sharing a few beers after a long day.

Tonight, the benches were all empty, but there was one person on the swings. They were swaying gently, side to side, and their head was tilted up toward the night sky.

As he and Poppy drew closer to the playground, Shownu recognized the person on the swings and smiled. What a surprise that he would see this person here, of all the people he knew, moments after he had been reminiscing about their time together! He had even planned to call them tomorrow.

Shownu led Poppy in a wide arc toward the swingset, hoping they would see him walking in their direction. He didn’t want to disturb the silence by calling out toward them.

“Shownu!” Shownu smiled broadly when the man hissed his name into the night. He had a huge grin on his face as he looked at Shownu. The man motioned for him to sit on the other swing, and he waved eagerly toward Poppy as they came closer. He put one finger to his lips then pointed to his chest, where an infant was tucked into a sling that wrapped around his chest, back, and shoulders.

Shownu sat down on the swing next to his friend. It curved low to carry his weight, and he chuckled quietly. He extended Poppy’s leash so she could explore the area past his feet, then he turned toward Minhyuk

It was better to whisper, just in case. “Is it ok to talk?”

“Yes, yes! We don't have to whisper. He’s sleeping. I came outside to help him sleep. Sometimes the swing helps him. It’s such a nice evening that I wanted to spend some more time outside. I’m glad I did!”

“Me too.” They both watched Poppy as she walked back to Shownu and curled into a fluffy white ball beside his foot. He could feel her deep breaths against his sneaker. “Did you eat?”

“Yes, we both ate before he woke up again. And every time you message me a gift card we use it right away. You always have perfect timing! You always send one when we are both hungry but we both forget to order dinner.”

“Good, good. Is he waking up a lot?”

“I think it’s average. We’re not sleeping much, but we’re getting used to it. There is so much to do all the time and we are both tired. It’s like our rookie years! Hyungwon called me today and we were talking about this. I never knew I would have another time in my life with so little sleep.”

“That tiredness was so difficult. If that’s how it is for you, I hope you both can rest soon.”

“Me too!” He laughed and looked up at the sky again. “Me too.”

Shownu looked up, too. The night sky was filled with gray clouds, but there was no chance of rain. It was a typical overcast evening in the city. He glanced around the neighborhood. All the tall apartment buildings nearby had windows twinkling with light. He could see two people entering a convenience store across the street from the park.

“What are you looking for?” Shownu asked.

“Oh! Nothing.” He turned to look at Shownu. “I wanted to see the stars, but you can’t always see stars in the night sky in Seoul. I was thinking about the last time I saw them. I think it’s been a long time. Since before him, definitely!”

He looked down at the baby and smiled softly. Shownu watched him and smiled, too. Suddenly, Minhyuk looked directly at Shownu and started speaking with urgency. He didn’t sound upset or scared. He almost sounded worried. Shownu narrowed his eyes and listened carefully.

“– and he’s so quiet when he is awake. He is always watching us! He listens to us carefully even though he has no idea what we are saying to him. He looks right at me when I ask him a question, even though I am the one who answers the question too. I can’t wait until I can hear him tell me what he is thinking –”

Showny relaxed, but kept his focus on Minhyuk’s face. This is how their conversations went sometimes. He was glad Minyuk still trusted him enough to share his deepest thoughts, the thoughts other people assumed Minhyuk wasn’t capable of having because of his outward personality.

“– sometimes I wonder if he’s more like you than me,” Minhyuk finished quietly. He looked down at the baby again.

“Are you worried you won’t be able to connect with him?” Shownu thought this was unlikely, but it sounded to him like this was Minhuk’s real concern.

Minhyuk sighed, and it turned into a small laugh. “When you say it like that, I guess every parent probably shares these worries. I suppose we’ll see. No matter what happens, I'll keep trying.”

Minhyuk looked up at the cloudy night sky again, then he looked down at Poppy before speaking once more.

“I love everything about him, Shownu, but I worry about him. I’m worried that he won’t be able to speak up when his happiness is at stake. I worry about a million things, but sometimes I worry about this especially. I think it will continue to be my biggest worry.”

“That’s probably because you know how difficult it can be.”

“We both do. It’s the hardest thing.”

He looked up at Shownu again, and he looked surprised to see that Shownu had been watching him. He rested one large hand on the tiny baby in the sling and took a deep breath.

“Shownu, is there anything you wish you didn’t hold inside, back then?”

Shownu’s response was on the tip of his tongue because he didn’t have to wonder about an answer. He had been thinking about this during the walk to the park because of a conversation he had earlier today. In truth, he had been thinking about this most of the day.

“I wish I told you more often how proud I was. All six of you. You worked hard. Everyone was working hard.”

“You did tell us! You loved us a lot.” He paused, and it looked to Shownu like he was thinking carefully about his next words. “I think you told other people that, often.”

“Yes, I did. I did. I told everyone!” But did he tell them enough?

“I heard you telling the convenience store employee one night, the night before we finally moved into separate dorms. You told him you had a really good team at work and you were proud of how hard they worked. You said you were amazed how much they achieved together and individually. I stood to the side because I didn't want you to stop talking if you saw me. I wanted to hear everything you said. It made me feel safe, like ‘oh, Shownu will still love me in his way even if we live separately.’ I didn’t realize I was worried about it until that moment.”

Shownu sat quietly for a moment after Minhyuk shared his memory. “I loved you a lot. I still love you, even though we live separately.”

Minhyuk laughed.

“You made it such a bright time of my life. The six bright stars in Seoul.”

Minhyuk laughed again and glanced up toward the starless sky. “You're not even the dad, but you make the most dad jokes!”

“It's who I am.”

“Shownu is Shownu.” They smiled at each other. “Thank you, Shownu.”

Minhyuk looked down at his chest, still smiling, and he pressed his broad palm against the baby’s back

“I’m glad I saw you tonight,” Shownu said. “I didn’t expect to see anyone I knew because we began our walk so late.”

“Me too! I’m glad I stayed outside to see the stars.”

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dr-m-r-ma · 2 years

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Follow Me

Genre: angst, drama Rating: PG 13

Part XVI

He tried to run after her as soon as she left. But his feet wouldn’t move past the doorway of his place.

The managers told Shownu to not step a foot out of the dorm, stay indoors, no matter what. They limited his time with the other members, fearful that the stalking may affect the members as well. The agency even forbade Shownu from going to his personal studio temporarily, which meant he couldn’t work out… and get his mind off of the current situation.

So he stood frozen with one arm holding the front door open and his feet glued to the floor. His mind was racing – he knew Eunjoo would be pissed again if he ran after her with worry. It was also clear in his mind that it was especially unsafe for him. Even so, he was still worried about Eunjoo’s shoulder wound that hasn't healed completely.

She seemed to care for the wound and replace her bandage when she was sure he was sleeping in his room. Unfortunately, due to the increase in disturbing events, Shownu tossed and turned in his bed often. Unable to sleep for more than two hours, he would wake up multiple times throughout the night. It almost became a habit for him to wake up, get up to get some water, but hear soft and short groans of pain coming from the living room. He would stand with one hand on his door handle, unable to open it and get water like nothing’s wrong. He could only helplessly stand against the door until the sounds disappeared, and only then, would he walk back to his bed to try to fall asleep again.

Remembering those nights again, Shownu decided to look for her after all.

And so he ran.

He sprinted past the main streets and into the alleys.

Even if he couldn’t hear footsteps running or panting from running, he could still faintly hear a metallic scraping sound. And that was the only thing that tipped him off – Eunjoo was probably chasing after the same sound.

When he discovered her, he realized he only had a fraction of a second to decide what to do and where to go. Shownu could see her figure hunched – she was all tensed up – and his mind clicked when he saw her shift into a defensive stance.

His arms swiftly reached out for her. One hand wrapped around her mouth to muffle her surprise, while the other pulled her body close, as he stepped backwards into a narrow alley on the side. Her body instantly tensed up, but as soon as they were hidden by the tall walls and only the most limited light was shining upon them, Shownu showed his face to Eunjoo. And once she recognized him, he thought of letting go quietly.

Except, under the dimmest, almost non-existent, light they had, he could still see her wild anger flare up in her eyes. Eunjoo’s arms went up to throw him off of her, instantly knocking his hand off of her mouth, while Shownu panicked. After all, they were still almost right next to the suspects. Without thinking, his arms roughly pulled her back – accidentally slamming her against the cold brick wall.

“윽…” (Translation: “Urgh…”)

In the dead silent night when they were being extra careful to not get caught, Eunjoo’s pained groan stood out like a pencil dropping in an empty library.

‘제발… 그냥 가라… 제발 가…’ (Translation: ‘Please… just go…. Please leave….’) Shownu chanted in his mind.

Nevertheless, the sound of gravel being crushed and twisted, as if heavy shoes pivoted on small rocks, sent chills up Shownu's spine.

“뭐지 진짜?” (Translation: “Really, what was that?”)

In the darkness, Shownu could see a glint in Eunjoo’s eyes, and somehow he just knew that she would pretend like she wasn’t hurt and step forward in front of them.

Her hands attempted to push him away, just as he predicted. This time, however, he didn’t budge. In fact, the male idol stood firm and stared down at the officer. He could faintly see the protruded, frowning eyebrows and the shadows of her lips turned upside down.

With only the thought that he had to divert Eunjoo’s attention away from her discomfort while staying quiet, one hand reached down and over to her hand. He could sense her flinch at his touch, but he quickly raised his other hand to his mouth and motioned her to stay quiet. He couldn’t exactly read her expression, but she did indeed stay silent and still as his hand folded over her hand.

“고양이였나? 그냥 가자.” (Translation: “Maybe it was a cat? Let’s just go.”) The man said. His footsteps started to get farther away.

The female voice muttered, “고양이 싫은데…” (Translation: “I hate cats…”) Her steps moved away as well.

As the sounds of their voices and footsteps started to dissipate, Shownu became more aware of the sounds coming from Eunjoo – her erratic breathing and almost strained pants for air. He hadn’t noticed before due to sheer panic, but he suddenly realized how sweaty her hand was in his hand… was that also his sweat because he was anxious? He tried to look down into her eyes, but her head was tilted downwards.

Knowing he couldn’t utter a word for fear that the suspects might turn back around again, he squeezed her hand lightly.

No response.

Another light squeeze.

Eunjoo finally raised her head and Shownu’s heart nearly leapt out of his body. She had those same fiery eyes from that night they argued but the hair framing her face stuck to her face. He could see the dimmest light reflected on the sweat rolling down the sides of her cheeks.

His eyes darted around and he tried to squint his ears, if that was even possible, to hear if there was anyone around. After all, the other members always told Shownu how much he sucked at whispering, that his whispers sounded both loud and soft at the same time, that he sounded like a bear growling a guttural sound. In the time he was contemplating, his ears twitched when they heard the faint sound of sirens.

*Fwump*

‘아… 들었구나…’ (Translation: ‘Ah… [she] heard it too…’) he thought.

Eunjoo had yanked her hand out of his hand and shoved him with probably all her remaining strength, making him hit the other wall of the alley lightly. As if she lost all her strength, she slowly slid down her side of the wall with one hand over her shoulder.

The sirens sounded closer and Shownu finally asked quietly, “괜찮으세요?” (Translation: “Are you okay?”)

However, before she even uttered a sound, he saw her remove her hand from her shoulder. She winced and he could see something wet shining on her fingertips.

Shit.

“누나!!” (Translation: “Eunjoo[-noona]!!”)

Footsteps closed in and Shownu looked at the two people who ran into the alley with flashlights. He recognized the male officer as the one who ran Eunjoo’s errands. The one she didn’t avoid. The other, a female officer he didn’t recognize, asked rapidly, “뭐야, 너 어떻게 된거야?? 무슨 상황이야?” (Translation: “What the, what happened to you?? What’s the situation?”)

“윽… 혹시 올때 수상한 사람들 못 봤어? 남자 한명… 하고 여자… 한명.” (Translation: “Ugh… did you guys see any suspicious people on your way here? One man… and one… female.”) Eunjoo asked, words thrown out in between her irregular breathing.

The two officers looked at each other with worry before both shaking their heads.

Eunjoo muttered, “아… 씨발.. 부.. 분명히… 그 여자 목소리 어디서 들어봤..는데…” (Translation: “Ah… fuck.. I could.. Could have sworn… I heard that.. woman’s voice before…”) The female officer quickly took out her phone and seemed to request for additional backup to search the area and request for nearby CCTV. Strangely enough, they didn’t seem to realize that Eunjoo’s words started to stutter more and before the other officers could ask her any questions, Shownu saw her body slump to the side.

“어–!!” (Translation: “Hey–!!”) Shownu shouted, with one finger pointing towards Eunjoo.

The male officer immediately crouched to Eunjoo’s side. “누나!! 정신차려봐!!” (Translation: “[Noona]!! Wake up!!”)

The other officer also rushed to Eunjoo, but was on the phone again. “차 한대 여기로 보내. 지금 은주 병원으로 데리고 가야해.” (Translation: “Send a car here. We need to take Eunjoo to the hospital right now.”) She looked briefly up at Shownu before she answered the person on the call, “아니, 팀장님에게 보고드려 – 의뢰인은 무사하다고… 태용선배에겐 내가 이따가 말 할테니까 넌 팀장님한테 바로 전화 해.” (Translation: “No, report to Team Leader [Baek] that the client is safe… I’ll tell Tae-yong[-sunbae] later so you just call Team Leader [Baek] right away.”)

Just as she hung up, they heard a siren approach closer and tires squeaking past through the gravel. Headlights shone near the closest entrance of their alley and the male officer took it as his cue to pull Eunjoo’s arms over his shoulders and around his neck. “헙!” (Translation: “Oof!”) As he stood, he looped each of his arms around her legs to carry her safely on his back.

The other officer warned him to set her down in the car carefully before turning to Shownu. Her eyes met his, but he wanted to turn away from them. They weren’t as cold as Eunjoo’s but they weren’t welcoming either. Her facial expression showed no signs of sympathy or warmth. He wasn’t sure if her eyes meant to throw daggers at him or if she just normally looked like that in the dark. She was rigid even as she motioned him to get into the car wordlessly.

TBC

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vergilsfluff · 2 months

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a little jealousy (one-shot) shownu x fem!reader

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ WORD COUNT: 2,660 words

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ CW: oral sex, vaginal sex, rough sex, masturbation, orgasm denial, clothed sex, slut shaming, degradation, size kink, dirty talk, teasing, jealousy, angry sex, dry humping, spanking

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ SUMMARY: After a night out with your friends you feel insanely good about yourself. Your body is glowing, any weight that was previously on your shoulders had instantly disappeared. You're a woman living your best life. Though, after coming home rather late, and to a husband that was clearly concerned on your whereabouts... let’s just say you get Son Hyunwoo, a little jealous.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ AO3 LINK: A Little Jealousy (One-shot) - horridmort - Monsta X (Band) [Archive of Our Own]

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“You’re back late,” a voice spoke out from the shadows of your apartment. You jumped a little, squinting through the darkness until your eyes adjusted enough to make out the huge figure in the corner of the room. You relaxed once his voice and caveman-like body registered in your mind.

Your husband was home.

“And you’re back early,” you countered as you blindly swiped a hand along the wall to switch on the light beside you. Once your hand came in contact with the switch you flicked it, illuminating the hallway but leaving him kept in the shadows in the corner up ahead. You lift your foot in an attempt to unbuckle your shoe. Upon unsuccessful, you shift into a position so odd to do the deed, fully aware that you flash him a view of your panties as you did so.

“Finished work early,” he spoke again. Confirming what you had stated earlier. “Didn’t expect you to have such a knack for the nightlife, huh.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know I had a curfew,” you say smugly. You finally free the shoe from your foot and begin working on the other as you resume to your standing position. You pull on the hems of your skirt.

“What? Is it not short enough?” You speak after he doesn’t respond to your smart comment.

“It’s new,” he states blankly.

“Are you jealous about all the men that got to see my pretty little skirt before you did?”

“I feel no such thing as jealousy ,” he spoke with a bite that made you think otherwise. “Why should I be jealous when at the end of the day, it’s me who you come home to. I’m the one giving you what you deserve. No one else. Just me.”

His words made your cheeks heat and body warm. You’d never known he could be this possessive. He knew you’d spend days out with your friends on days he was meant to work from dawn til dusk but he never knew how much of a frequent party goer you were. Not that it bothered him, it was just that he was so used to seeing you at home on the days he finished early and so tonight was a surprise.

His response to this amused you. The temptation to come home late everyday was rising with every second of silence that passed through the thick tension in the air.

You pad towards him. Towards the corner he haunts at the corner of your shared bedroom, “I think I need a little help taking this off.”

“I think not,” he says, making you pause in your steps.

“Get on the bed.”

You made no attempt to move. Your nipples hardened at his rough tone but your feet were stapled to the ground. Completely enthralled by the way things were going tonight.

“Get on the fucking bed, Y/n.”

And you do.

You perch at the side of the bed but he waves a hand, unsatisfied, indicating you shimmy along. He doesn’t stop ushering you further away until you reach the center of the bed.

“Good girl,” he praises, “now spread.”

His demanding words alone illicit a trail of heat down to your core. Abiding by his command you lift both of your legs, planting your feet flat on the bed, creating a V-shape as you part your knees and bare your panties to him once again. The hem of your skirt hikes up with the movement allowing goosebumps to line your skin.

“Play with yourself through your panties,” he states.

Hesitantly, your fingers reach down and make contact with the heat of your pussy. You rub, the sensation of the fabric pressing against your growing wetness is enough to make you moan out in pleasure. However, you refrain from making such sound by biting your lip, not wanting to give him your moans if he’s not willing to fuck you just yet.

Your fingers start rubbing faster, chasing release as your panties dampen, leaving a wet spot.

“That’s it, baby. You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you?” He coos, his voice sounding taunting but so delicious.

“Mhm,” you manage as his perfectly worded praises make your legs quiver and pussy wetter.

He finally leans forward, uncovering himself from the shadowed corner of the room. The light from the hallway only shows you a fraction of his face, but you can still make out the clench of his jaw and his darkened eyes filled with lust.

He props his elbows on his knees as he watches, so intently, at your soaking pussy. It’s difficult to even breathe with his heavy gaze on you, You don’t know whether to feel embarrassed or turned on. Seemingly you feel a mixture of both as his weighted gaze never leaves your pussy.

“Now take them off before I rip them off,” he commands suddenly. You understand what he means immediately and you lift your ass to shimmy your panties off. Revealing your bare pussy to him. You throw your panties at him, to which he gracefully catches and brings to his nose. His eyes close in bliss as he takes in your scent and your eyelids flutter at the sight.

“Moan for me, baby. Let me hear your screams. Let me know how good that pussy feels,” he orders and your fingers immediately go back to touching your clit. This time you sink a finger into your pussy, then another, and another. His intense gaze feels like an invisible cloak of pressure, your thigh twitches as you watch him watch you with the desire to devour you.

“Just watching you is enough to make me come in my pants,” he confesses. You feel yourself growing wetter. Knowing that you have such power over him makes you feel incredibly excited.

“Please, Hyunwoo. I need you,” you beg, having enough with theatrics. You’re done being a somewhat taunting brat and all you want is him inside of you, making you come.

“Yeah? You need my cock?” he says in a mocking voice, your eyes narrow as he releases a wry laugh.

“I love it when you beg. Maybe I’ll let you beg some more before I make you come,” he taunts.

You roll your eyes and start rubbing yourself more, your fingers reach up to your mouth and you clasp your lips around your wet digits - savouring the taste as you slowly pop your fingers out of your mouth. His jaw clenches at the action and you grin in success.

Your fingers dive back into your pussy and you moan loudly for him, messing with him, as you screw your eyes shut and throw your head back. Letting him know it’s you who’s making you feel like this, not him.

Your thighs cradle your hand between your legs, but all of a sudden that hand is ripped away and soft lips immediately takeover. His plump lips suck and pull at your clit as his nose picks up your slick wetness - making dirty, wet noises as he buries himself into you.

He groans into your cunt and grabs your thighs, pushing them further apart and higher so that he can have more access. The feeling of his nose gliding against your pussy is just as good as the feeling of his thick, pink lips kissing your wetness, making sloppy and explicit noises in the room full of darkness.

He sinks his hot tongue inside you, cussing you to moan out in pleasure and grip a handful of his hair. One of his hands immediately go to your ass, squeezing before he slaps so hard the recoil makes your hips buckle.

He chuckles against your pussy, his breath against your bare cunt making your blood feel electrified. As his tongue laps in and out, playing around with your wetness, you feel the bottom of his chin dig into you too, sure that it’s coated wet with your juices.

You grind your pussy against his face, desperate for more of what he can give, and he moans out in pleasure continually as he eats your pussy out.

“Whose pussy is this?” he asks against your cunt, his tongue darts out to lick up and down your clit, making your back arch off the bed.

“Mine. Now make me come already,” you ask of him, impatiently.

He lifts himself from inbetween your legs, and you can’t help yourself but release a whimper at the loss of his touch.

“Wrong fucking answer,” he says, venom laced in his voice. Oh, how you loved this side of him.

You close your legs together, unaware of what he might do next, but he hooks an arm underneath your knees, another arm cradling your shoulders as he lifts you and forcefully places you on his lap. Your ass facing him as your face presses flat against the bed.

“When did you get such a crude mouth?” he asks, referring to your demand for him to make you come, as he brings a hand to knead your ass.

“When you decided to not put your cock inside it. What? Can’t get it up lately?” You ask with a smirk. Fully aware of how hard his cock is underneath you. Pressing against your pussy with a ferocious need.

“Watch your words,” he bites out. He continues kneading for a moment before his hand is removed for a second, until it collides against your flesh with a forceful slap.

You flinch, your low shriek muffled into the mattress, as he kneads away the pain.

“Tell me who owns this pussy,” he asks again.

Wanting more of his delicious slaps you decide to challenge him again, “me, only me.”

Slap.

“You’re not going to come tonight.” he states quietly. Kneading your ass more gently this time.

You twist your head to look at him, he flicks his eyes towards you for a moment before slapping down again. Hard.

“Yes, I am,” you say through gritted teeth.

“You’ll do what I say you do. So if I say you won’t come, then you won’t fucking come . Simple.”

Slap.

Having enough with his games, you move to straddle his lap. Surprisingly, he lets you, not restricting you from your degrading position over his knees. Your bare pussy sits on the crotch of his jeans and you grind against the strange feeling. Your hands clasp his shoulders for balance as you rub yourself on him.

“What are you doing?” he asks, carefully.

“What does it look like I’m doing? Making myself come seeing as you can’t,” you say, eyes fixated below, at the sight of his bulging cock pressing against his jeans.

Before you could argue further he flips you both over, a hand pressed firmly against your neck as he towers above you. He uses his other hand to clasp both of yours above your head. The forcefulness of the sudden action makes you wince.

“Hey,” you grit out, narrowing your eyes at his darkened ones, “being a little gentle wouldn’t hurt nobody.”

He ignores your complaint and presses his firm body against yours. You don’t even realise when and how he slips himself out of his jeans until you feel him entering you in one fluid motion.

The sensation has your eyes rolling backwards and back arching off the mattress. You moan in delight and he captures it with his mouth. His tongue battles with yours as you cry out, legs clasping around his body as he buries deeper inside.

“You feel so fucking right,” he says, moving a hand over to your ass as he squeezes it before giving it a hard slap. “So fucking mine .”

His thrusts make the bed squeak, which fuels your high almost instantly. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying so hard not to come before him.

A hand sweeps over your face, brushing away a strand slick with sweat.

“Go on, come for me,” he urges you, but you turn your face away not wanting to give in just yet.

His hand grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him as he thrusts inside once again, filling himself into you to the hilt. Your lips part at the action but you swallow down the moan before you can give him that satisfaction.

His thrusts get rougher and more urgent, as you deny him.

Good, you thought. The way I like it.

“Fine,” he says with a bite to his tone, “don’t come.”

He pulls out of you and stands up straight. His hands immediately let go of you to fist his cock.

You lay there, stunned, as you watched him get off on the sight of you spread wide for him. Your naked body glistened with sweat and felt awfully sore from his rough touch.

The way he looked at you as he pleasured himself sent shivers down your spine. Your breathing became uneven just from staring at him lose himself to bliss.

His head tipped backward and a deep, sexy groan escaped his lips.

Before you could even gather yourself to sit up straight he found his release. Seed spilling all over your chest.

You feel your pussy pulse with ache at the sight of yourself wet with his come. Your body called for him in ways that made your head feel dizzy.

He seemed to pick up on this need of yours because he immediately lifts an eyebrow, “done being a brat already? I would’ve came all over you before if that’s all it took for you to admit you want me to make you come.”

Your eyes immediately shoot up towards his. You narrow your eyes at him, ignoring the way your core throbbed at his dirty words.

His lips tilt into a smug smile, his hands go over to caress your breasts in soothing motions, “So easy to please, aren’t you?”

You couldn’t respond to that because as soon as you opened your mouth in retaliation he filled you up with his cock.

His thrusts resumed his eager and strong pace once again. You forgot how much stamina this man had. He pumped in and out like it was his favourite sport. His hands slid over every corner of your body, feeling your curves before he gripped your hips.

Your walls clenched around his veiny cock. He grunted in approval and starting fucking you harder than before.

He was reckless.

He pumped a final time before he spilt his release inside you, just as you came from your own high. His body fell on top of yours, overwhelm from his orgasms.

You found yourself cradling his head to your chest. Playing with the slick strands of his hair.

“Earlier you said you feel no such thing as jealousy ,” you mock. He raised his head to look at you. His jaw clenched and his eyes held a fierce gaze that you couldn’t quite decipher. Perhaps he was still mad about earlier.

“You know that I want to be the first one who gets to see all of the slutty little outfits you like to wear,” he said, annoyedly.

So unnecessarily possessive…

“Call the pieces in my closet slutty again and you will regret it,” you joked.

He shook his head and buried himself into the crook of your neck.

“So as I was saying…” you began again.

“Fine,” he grunted into your neck, “maybe.”

“Maybe what?”

“Maybe I was. Just a little.”

“A little what?” You prod. Although he was tucked to your body you could tell he was internally glaring at you.

“A little jealous,” he mumbled quickly, as if the words physically pained him. You laughed at his behaviour.

“But I thought you feel no such thing as jealousy?” You teased.

“Apparently I do. But don’t get your panties in a twist, it’s just a little jealousy,” he said hurriedly before leaving your embrace to pad into the bathroom and find a towel to clean you both up.

#fics #my fics #shownu smut #son hyunwoo smut #monsta x smut #monsta x x reader #shownu x reader #kpop fic #kpop smut #fanfic

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honeyimissjoo · 4 months

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songs that remind me of you ❤️ [insp. 1, 2]

#mx7net #shownu #wonho #minhyuk #jooheon #kihyun #hyungwon #changkyun #monstaxedits #wonhoedits #songs from my 2023 wrapped that remind me of mx + wh #i made this for a wonho fic idea i has for 2 yrs now #e.w #e.g #mx

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tinytinyblogs · 9 months

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Minhyuk As Your Boyfriend

Boyfriend

(n.) A person who 90% of the time annoy you, and 10% of the time makes you forget the 90%

Monsta X Masterlist Here

He loves playing games with you, and he'll happily spend all day doing so. You'll both scream so loudly when you lose, but I hope your neighbors don't mind! You and Minhyuk are the loudest gamers in the neighborhood. You scream and shout and cheer so loudly that your neighbors probably think you're crazy. But you don't care, because you're having too much fun. You'll spend hours playing your favorite games, whether it's Mario Kart, Super Smash Bros., or League of Legends. You'll trash-talk each other and laugh at each other's misfortunes. You'll even get a little competitive, but it's all in good fun. When you finally lose, you'll both scream and shout in frustration. But then you'll laugh it off and start a new game. You'll never get tired of playing games together, because it's always so much fun.

Minhyuk knows how to make you smile, and spending time with him is always so much fun. So when he's away for a few days, you might feel a little bored. But don't worry, there are plenty of things you can do to keep yourselves entertained.

Minhyuk suggested adopting a puppy on a whim, and you thought it was a great idea. You spent the whole day running around the house taking pictures of the puppy, trying to get the perfect shot. You and Minhyuk had been talking about getting a puppy for a while, but you never really took the initiative to do it. But one day, Minhyuk came home from work and said, "I think we should adopt a puppy." You were a little surprised, but you were also excited. You had always wanted a puppy, and you knew Minhyuk would be a great dog dad.

This man will be extremely worried if you get sick or if he sees you crying in front of him. He will do whatever it takes to take care of you, even if it means googling how to take care of you or calling Kihyun at 3 a.m. in the morning. He will hold your hand and tell you everything is going to be okay. He will get you a warm blanket and a cup of tea. He will stay up with you all night if he has to. He will do whatever it takes to make sure you feel better. He knows that you are his priority, and he will do anything to make sure you are happy and healthy. He is the most caring and supportive person you know, and you are lucky to have him in your life.

Minhyuk would love to take you to all the cute and aesthetic places in town. He would start by taking you to a cafe with a beautiful view. You would order coffee and pastries, and you would sit outside and people-watch. Then, he would take you to a flower shop, where you would pick out a bouquet of flowers for each other. After that, you would go for a walk in the park, and you would take some couple photos in front of the fountain. For dinner, he would take you to a restaurant with a romantic atmosphere. You would order your favorite dishes, and you would talk for hours. After dinner, he would walk you back to your apartment, and he would kiss you goodnight. Minhyuk would be so proud to be your boyfriend, and he would want everyone to know it. He would show the members the couple photos he took of you, and he would tell them all about the date. He would tell them about the food you ate, the things you did, and how much fun you had together. He would be so happy to have you in his life, and he would want to share his happiness with everyone.

Minhyuk is so proud to be your boyfriend that he can't help but brag about you to his members. He'll tell them stories about your dates, your conversations, and even your quirks. At first, they'll be happy for him, but eventually they'll start to get tired of hearing about you all the time. They might even start to tease him about it. But Minhyuk doesn't care. He's just so happy to have you in his life, and he wants everyone to know about it. Even though the members might get tired of hearing about you, they would still be happy for Minhyuk. They would know that he's found someone special, and they would be supportive of his relationship with you.

Your relationship with Minhyuk is always exciting and never dull. You always have something to look forward to, whether it's a new date night, a weekend getaway, or just spending time together at home. Minhyuk always knows how to make you laugh, and he always makes you feel loved and appreciated. You feel like the luckiest person in the world to have Minhyuk in your life. He is everything you could ever want in a partner. He is kind, funny, supportive, and loving. He always puts your needs first, and he always makes you feel special. Minhyuk tells you that he loves you more and more every day. He says that you are the most amazing person he has ever met, and that he can't imagine his life without you. You believe him, because you feel the same way about him.

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andysorbit · 1 year

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Chubby Crybaby

Shownu x Black, plus sized,fem!reader

Minors DNI

Okay so I posted this on my AO3 but I'm putting it here too so yeah

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Hyunwoo gives a stiff smile at the cashier and I cringe the whole time. Being an adult had its fun moments but paying for three Plan B packs was two types of embarrassment. I know I'm so much more but right now, I feel like nothing more than the fat girlfriend. How else can I feel knowing it takes three Plan B pills to get the job done? Hyunwoo, of course, doesn't care- about what we're purchasing or how many I need to make sure I don't make him a dad. He swipes his card and wishes the cashier well. I wish that I had his confidence.

Outside in the cold New York City air, I huddle close to him, "How are you so comfortable with that? Maybe I should just get an IUD." I say quietly. "You said you were scared to." Hyunwoo replies. He pulls me closer to him and quickens his pace. The night air is brisk and the wind blows steadily. We round a corner and quickly make our way back to his apartment building. I'm also the broke girlfriend. I'm the girlfriend who graduated a few years ago and still lives with her parents. Hyunwoo has been trying to convince me to move into his oh so luxurious penthouse. I don't like the idea of being a mooch so I say no even though I really wanna give in.

He takes my coat from me and hangs it up. After kicking off my boots and pushing them to the side, I look over at Hyunwoo and smile, "Should I meet you in the bedroom?" I ask him. "No... I need to talk to you for a minute. Come on. I'll make some tea." Hyunwoo says. His brow is furrowed and I know I've done something to upset him. I follow him into the kitchen and we wash the outside germs off of our hands then I sit at the island counter. He puts the kettle to boil and leans on the island counter and looks across at me. "What's this issue with the Plan B? You keep going back and forth and I need to know where your head is at." Hyunwoo is three years my senior and sometimes it feels like the age gap is much larger. "Buying three pills is expensive and embarrassing." I say timidly. My family was never the type of family to talk things out. I'm the child, my parents are the all knowing sages, and when my feelings were too much; I had to just get over it and move on. Even now at my big age of twenty-six, they reduce me down to a child. Hyunwoo likes talking things out. He's communicative and is not afraid to express his discomfort or call people out for the sake of his own sanity. "You shouldn't worry about the expenses, y/n. I've told you this. Two hundred dollars is nothing for me. I get that it's a lot for you but I told you that when you're with me, it's my job to take care of you. Please don't take this the wrong way but I make more in a week than you do in a month so I'm not gonna ask you to foot half the bill for anything. That's just ridiculous." He's very calm and I have to keep reminding myself that Hyunwoo isn't argumentative or manipulative and this is a totally regular conversation for him that won't turn into an argument. He's peacefully confrontational because he likes solutions. He's my safe space.

"But two hundred bucks is a lot of money for me considering one pill isn't enough to prevent a pregnancy... I don't like it sometimes." I gently scratch my nails against the counter and sigh. He comes around the counter and looks down at me, "Look... you're not comfortable with getting an IUD yet so this is how it is. If you wanna go back to condoms, we can. I need you to be happy with whatever choice you make." Hyunwoo says. He smiles devilishly and kisses me, "I could survive without cuming inside you for a while. You know I'm a patient man." I kiss him hard and he rubs my back soothingly, "I don't love you despite your size and if you lost as much weight as you need to feel content with yourself, I wouldn't love you any more than I do now. I just like you... I don't ever want you to feel like your weight is a downside in our relationship."

I nod and Hyunwoo hugs me. "Would you like green tea or black tea?" He asks and presses his lips to my forehead. "I don't want tea anymore... I want wine please." He moves over to the stove to turn off the kettle then moves to the counter and bends down to open the fancy wine cooler he had built into the lower cabinet, "Red or white?" He asks. "Mmmmm white." I say softly. He nods and takes out a bottle of white wine, "The works?" He says and motions to the refrigerator. "If you don't mind." I reply. I watch Hyunwoo take strawberries, raspberries, and a Capri Sun juice pouch out the fridge. He gets to work cutting a few strawberries and raspberries then opens the wine and the juice pouch. He drops the sliced berries into the glass then fills the glass a quarter of the way with juice then fills it the rest of the way with wine.

"One Princess special for my chubby crybaby." He says with possibly the sweetest smile. Only he has ever been able to call me chubby without making me feel insulted. He's also the only person who can poke my belly without getting cursed out. He pushes the glass over to me and waits eagerly for me to take a drink. I do and sigh, "I wanna know all of your drink recipes. You're the best." I say and down half the glass. "Hey, hey, hey. Slow down." He chuckles. I smile as the warm embrace of wine envelopes my body. It doesn't take much to get me drunk so I quickly finish the glass and stand up. "I need you sober tonight, okay? You know I'm not fucking you if you're drunk." Hyunwoon kisses me slowly and hikes my dress up. I can feel how hard he is and I slowly fall to my knees and look up him. He touches my hair, "I don't wanna ruin the mood but... is your wig on right? I don't wanna pull it off like I did last time." He says and fights a smirk. I giggle, "Yes. I'm good this time just don't pull so hard." I say and undo his jeans. He nods and pushes my hands aside to free himself from his jeans a little bit faster. He strokes himself while he looks down at me, "Do you want it?" He asks almost breathlessly. I nod and he grabs me by my arms and pulls me to my feet, "I want you right here against this counter. You can suck it later. I need to be inside you now." He turns me around and pushes me down against the counter. He raises my dress up, "God, I love it when you don't wear panties. It's so much easier to take what's mine. Is this pussy mine? Huh? Tell me it's mine and I'll fuck you like a dirty girl right now." He says as he presses kisses to the side of my face and rubs his dick against me agonizingly slow. "It's yours." I squeak and push back against him desperately. I need to feel him. "What's mine?" He sighs. "This pussy. It's yours, daddy." I moan. He slowly slides into me and I gasp as he fills me. "Fuck." I cry out. "Watch your mouth." He groans and fucks into me harder. My mind melts into TV static and all I can think about is how deep he is inside of me. "God, you feel so good. My good little princess. You love taking my dick like a good little slut, huh? You're my little slut, right y/n?" He traps my arms behind my back and slaps my ass while he pounds me harder. I cry out and move my hips as best as I can in an attenpt to gyrate against him. "Don't be rude. Be a good girl and answer your daddy, okay, princess?" He whispers and snakes a hand around to rub my clit achingly slow. "I'm your slut, daddy. Oh God- I- I love you." I choke out. He rubs me faster, "I love you too, princess. Are you close?" I nod and squeeze my eyes shut. "Cum. It's okay. Cum for daddy " He whispers thickly into my ear. My thighs buckle and he holds me up as he continues fucking me. I feel my stomach tighten and I squeeze my thighs shut as I cum.

Hyunwoo doesn't stop. I cry out and try to push his hand away. He laughs, "I didn't cum yet. You know how this works. If you want me to stop, use the safe word." He pants. I wiggle my hips and try once more to pull his hand away. I don't really want him to but it's almost too much and my legs nearly give out. "Daddy." I whimper over and over again. "Just a bit more, sweetheart. Come on. You can take it. I'm- fuck! I'm so close, baby. You can take it. You can take a little bit more for me, right?" Hyunwoo moans and his hips stutter and suddenly, he's cuming inside of me. I whimper helplesy and he releases my arms from behind my back then pulls me close as he stills himself. My legs finally give out and we both slink down to the floor. The cool tiles chill our bodies and Hyunwoo pulls his jeans back up then looks at me, "You okay?" He asks. His breathing is almost back to normal. I nod. I'm still trembling and he snuggles up next to me. "I'll get the pills... just.. gimme a second." He says. "You don't have to... I mean? If you're ready... we could not take the pills." I say quietly. He smiles, "Well, I never take the pills. You do." He chuckles. "You know what I mean, Hyunwoo... it's a we thing." I say. We stare at each other for a minute. "So... should we give those pills to a friend?" He asks.

#monsta x #shownu #shownu smut #monsta x smut #kpop smut #ambw smut #monsta x ambw #neoculturecollectives #ambw fic #ambw

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jnginlov · 2 years

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happy birthday texts

monsta x wishes you happy birthday

warnings mentions of kissing/making out (minhyuk, hyungwon), lots of pet names, mention of food (wonho, minhyuk, hyungwon, joohoney)

↼ monsta x masterlist

note this is super self indulgent, i mean it is a birthday gift to myself so whatever

#monsta x fanfic #monsta x x reader #shownu x reader #wonho x reader #minhyuk x reader #kihyun x reader #hyungwon x reader #joohoney x reader #jooheon x reader #changkyun x reader #i.m x reader #hyunwoo x reader #hoseok x reader #boyfriend texts #monsta x texts #text fic

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j0514x · 2 years

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Wonho + Monsta X - hands

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Hyungwon -

His hands are found in poems spilled from bleeding authors, in paintings rendered with oil so finely the brush hairs could be counted by eye. Ever so translucent, his skin is blushed with reddened knuckles, veins rivers blue. The smallest moment of action immortalised in the canvas of his hands. Angular, they cast harsh shadows, ink black spilling in the chasms behind tendons. You stroke over the bruises on his knuckles; he responds impossibly small, timid, fingertips pulling you closer.

Shownu -

Shaped with artistic intent, they don curves, slopes, edges so beautifully unique. You brush past the flat of his thumbnail, trail caught on the peak of his knuckle. Ridges of tendons twitch under your touch; he watches your travels fondly. Tension radiates through his hand, movements to diversify the landscape you explore. Knuckle to knuckle you walk, before taking his hand in its entirety, threading his fingers with yours.

Wonho -

Rough, blistered, they never rest. He treats them as well as he can, nails tidy and glossy, but the weight they carry leaves remnants of itself on his palms. Collateral damage of his will. You graze a finger across the calloused skin, he laughs, hand squeezing yours. Always so warm, a strength to them that doesn't threaten but reassures. He uses his free hand a frame, bringing it to cup the side of your face. A thumb strokes across the stubble peppered on your skin, a morning rushed, mirrored roughness. He still hasn't let go of your other hand.

Minhyuk -

Expansive, they hold the world with ease. Slender fingers, delicate, but always with a paint stain on of the edge of his clipped nails. Blue, normally. They move with purpose, with practiced skill, stability. They tremble still, in moments uncertain, but you hold them steady, tracing a thumb over the defined tendons, over the plush of his palm. He thanks you with safety, with a grasp that will protect you for as long as it can.

Kihyun -

Teasing, dangerous. He knows the subtle movements, the inconspicuous actions that reward him with legs crossed to hide a sudden secret. He knows the way his fingers move in fluidity, stroking his mic stand, up and down... The way he'll mindlessly spin a ring around the soft flesh of a finger, tarnished silver dizzy. The way he'll trace his own contours, fingers rubbing at the protrusion of bones, of tendons and veins. He knows the way you never look away; the way you keep pulling your sweater slightly so slightly lower.

Jooheon -

Hidden in the warmth of his sweater sleeves, he keeps them safe. A soft 'hyung', and you steal his attention, fingers instinctively reaching out for yours, offer of shared protection on their tips. His hands only feel whole with yours, adopting them as such, sharing pockets, sleeves, gloves... He lets go only with a pout, and a promise to return.

Changkyun -

A silent voice, he tells with his hands what his lips cannot. Eyes drawn down, slim fingers find comfort in each other, a ring being spun, a nail being traced. Hands folded in on themselves. Palm warm, a hand on knee, thumb stroking the thigh soothingly. The expanse of his hand offering comfort, reassurance. Duality, forever on his wrist, forever in his hands.

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#monsta x #monsta x imagine #wonho #wonho imagine #kpop imagines #monsta x scenarios #monsta x reactions #wonho scenarios #lists.#monsta x fic #hyungwon #shownu #jooheon #changkyun #kihyun #minhyuk

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monbebe26-monstax · 2 years

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A Very Cute Neighbor (Part 5)

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

After a tough day at work you were ready to be home. Your dream of the bakery plaguing your mind more often lately. You used to enjoy your job and thought about the bakery as an escape, but not anymore. It was a need growing deep inside of you to own your own business one day and make a career out of your passion. You sighed, pressing the call button for the elevator. The desire for a hot bubble bath rising to the surface as you groan, tipping your head back to stretch your neck.

“Rough day?”

You snap you head up to see Shownu looking at you. He had a knowing smile on his face. His backpack slung over his shoulder, but his normal professional attire had been traded for a pair of joggers and a loose shirt.

It had been almost a week of not seeing him and you had caught yourself thinking about him more often these last few days. Especially since the dream you had that kept coming back. It was a pleasant dream, but it was also a wet dream. And seeing him now in a pair of gray joggers and a thin white t-shirt was too alluring.

“Yes. What about you? Where’s your suit?” You blush at being so forward after you scrabble from gawking at him.

He shrugs. “I work out sometimes.”

“Okay,” you nod turning back as the elevator dings and the doors open.

You both step inside of it and he pushes the button for your floor. The doors close and you have to look at the floor. The reflection of him next to you sparked something inside of you. It felt out of the blue, but at the same time it didn’t.

“What happened?” He asks after a moment, his voice thicker. His gaze was glued to your reflection, hand tightening on his backpack strap.

“I hate my job,” you say softly. “I used to love it, but I have this crazy idea about owning my own business-.”

“What kind?” He asks, cutting you off. Interesting reflecting in his tone.

You lift your gaze to his and immediately look away. Something in those dark depths of his eyes stirred even more. You needed the elevator to open and soon.

“A bakery.” You answer, your breathe coming out quickly.

“I like cake.” He responds, his tone shifting and your eyes flash to his. He steps closer and you inhale. You wanted to reach out and touch him, but you didn’t.

The doors opened to your floor and you exhaled stepping off quickly. What was going on with you? Yes, he was attractive and smart, but you never acted like this. And maybe it had been a while since you had felt another’s touch, but that didn’t give you permission to get so flustered from a simple elevator ride.

“I was thinking about cooking tonight. Would you join me this time?” He asks pulling you out of your thoughts at your front door.

You look at him in surprise. “Sure.”

He smiles taking a step back. “See you in an hour.”

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A hot soak with peaceful quiet and a fresh set of comfy clothes later you were knocking on his door and he answered with a glass of wine ready to go. You take it as he ushers you in while you drop your phone and keys on the counter. His hand brushes your back as he passes you to go back into the kitchen.

“Here you go,” he says pulling a stool out for you. His gaze dragging over you from the tips of your toes to your head. A warm blush blooms on your cheeks as you move forward. “You look comfy now.”

“Very,” you respond, taking the seat as your hands brush down your t-shirt and leggings. He steps back, returning to the stove.

You begin to admire his apartment. It was clean and had tasteful decorative pieces. It was him down to the little pieces that tied it all together, it had a strangely perfect balance to it. You turn back to him and he is watching you with an amused expression.

“Did you decorate your apartment?” You ask taking a much needed sip of wine.

“No, my mother did. She owns an interior decorating firm.” He is back behind the counter, chopping. “Is it that obvious?”

“No.”

He laughs a little at your lie before putting everything in a saucepan. You look down at the butcher block counter top and trace the pattern in the grain of the wood. It was nice to distract yourself from him. His essence surrounding you flooded your senses and was distracting.

“How long have you worked at your job?” He asks pulling you back to the present conversation.

You look up again. “Six years. I started right after college. My parents were thrilled.”

He moves closer to refill your wine glass. You hadn’t even realized you had finished the first.

“Careful, you’ll get me tipsy.” You murmur and he quirks an eyebrow. He had seen you drink a lot more at Louis and Daphne’s and you had been fine. You clear your throat. “I didn’t eat lunch today.”

“You should take better care of yourself,” he reprimands, his tone shifting to a more authoritative tone. “Make sure you eat.”

It surprised you as you took a sip and set the glass down.

He clears his throat, his tone shifting back to normal, “do your parents know you hate your job?”

“Umm… they passed away,” you say gently and he pauses. His gaze lifting to yours. “Car accident almost three and a half years ago.”

“I’m sorry.”

You shrug. “You didn’t cause it.”

He nods, stirring his ingredients as they sizzle and the aroma begins to fill the room, he moves around the counter offering you a sample out of another pot. You take it and smile at him.

“That is amazing! I thought you didn’t know a lot about cooking?”

“I asked my mother to show me a few things,” he confesses and you see a slight blush color his cheeks. “I wanted to be able to host once.”

“That’s so sweet of you Shownu. I will let Daphne and Louis know and I’m sure they would not mind, I know I don’t if it tastes this amazing.”

He laughs admiring you long enough that it makes you blush.

(Part 6)

#monsta x fic #monsta x #shownu #shownu fic #shownu one shot #shownu fancfic #shownu fluff #monsta x one shot #monsta x fluff #monsta x shownu #shownu monsta x

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panjakes · 9 months

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First Lady chapter 3

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“Where is Yn?” Shownu asks tapping his fingers on the table. He was getting impatient. Yn was late, like always

“Minhyuk where’s your sister?” Jooheon asks

“I don’t know” Minhyuk shrugs

“Gosh…she’s only been back three days and she’s already back to her old habits”hyungwon says yawning

Just then the doors open and in walks you. Head held high wearing black sunglasses

“Where the hell were you?” I.M asks

“Took Hyeongjun shopping” you say taking your seat that was on the right of shownu

“Jesus what is with you and that boy?” Hyungwon asks

“Nothing is with us” you say shrugging

“I beg to differ! You treat that boy like a son and your the moon and stars in his eyes” Kihyun says causing you to roll your eyes

“I’ve taken care of the boy since he was two what do you expect?” You ask

“You favor Hyeongjun” Shownu says

“Excuse me?” You ask taking off the sunglasses that were on your face

“You.favor.Hyeongjun” Shownu says

“I do not favor him” you say rolling your eyes

“You sure?”Shownu asks

“Positive” you say

“If you don’t favor him “how come he’s your best fighter”? How come he’s your second in command” Shownu ask with a smirk

You stand up slamming your hands on the tbale

“He’s my best fighter because he’s proven himself!He trains night and day! He’s my second in command because HE was the only one willing to fight for the spot! He’s the only piece of my bestfriend I have left!” You say

“Okay sis clam down” Minhyuk says rubbing your back

“Now stay out my business…not like you haven’t favored anybody in your career” you say sitting down

“Excuse me?” Shownu says sitting up

“Don’t play coy with me…Sunhee was it?” You ask tilting your head. He grew quiet after that

“Now…let’s discuss how to get Cho back” you say with a smirk

“I was thinking we go in slow. Don’t be seen. Don’t be heard” I.M says

“Okay that’s fine. Me Hyeongjun, Minho, and Momo will go and take out the guards silently” you say

“No need for you to go” Shownu says waving his hand

“Excuse me?”

“There.is.no.need.for.you.to.go. Jooheon will have his shooters take them out” Shownu says

“Why would you call me back here if you didn’t want my help?” You asks

“I don’t know why Minhyuk called you…I think you should go back to Greece” Shownu says smirking

“Maybe I will” you say standing up and leaving the room

“Come on Shownu why do you keep doing this?” Kihyun asks

“You know just as much as we do that we need Yn!”Minhyuk says

“Do we need her?…or are you saying this because she’s your sister?” Shownu asks

Minhyuk chuckles running a hand through his hair

“I’m glad Yn gave you that ring back…I don’t want my sister marrying an asshole…now let’s go get Cho” Minhyuk says leaving the room

When pulling up the location cho was, Jooheon took his shooters to the roof of the building and waited for the signal.

“Jooheon! Your shooters ready?” I.M asks

“Yeah just waiting for the signal” Jooheon says

“Okay give it a minute” I.M says

“Wait a minute… where are the guards?” Hyungwon says peeking out the window of the dark van

“Aren’t they guarding the gate?” Shownu asks

“Uh no…and the cameras are shut off…” Minhyuk says looking on the screen. He had hacked into the security cameras

Just then everyone jumps from the sound of knocking. Hyungwon looks out the window and frowns

“It’s…Momo?” He says confusedly

“Open it” Shownu says

Jooheon opens the sliding door to the sight of Momo. She bows to everybody before speaking

“Evening boss” she directs to Shownu

“Evening Momo…what are you doing here?“ he asks

She steps aside showing the sight of Hyeongjun and minho holding a beat up cho

“Hyeongjun? Minho? What’s going on why are you guys here?” Jooheon asks confusedly

“Boss told us to come with her to get Cho and that you’d be our ride back” Minho says

“Where’s Yn?” Minhyuk asks

“I’m right here! Whew we had one guard tailing our ass had to beat him up” you say smirking while dusting your hands

“You beat up all the guards? Alright sis!” Minhyuk says

“We’ll talk” Shownu says glaring at you

“No. We won’t, how you doing back there cho?” You asks

“I’m fine besides the fact my eye is swollen shut…I’m fine” he says

“Okay I’ll clean you up once we get back” you say patting his leg

The whole ride back Shownu was burning holes in your face. You just looked over at him with a smirk. You knew he’d be mad. Did you care? Not one bit. Once you all were back at the warehouse, before you could get away Shownu grabbed your arm dragging you to the meeting room.

“What the fuck was that?” He asks

“What? All I did was my job?” You say smirking

“I told you too stay here! You could have put us all in danger!” Shownu shouts

“But did I? I went in silently and got Cho out without anybody being hurt” you say shrugging

“It could have went left! You were suppose to stick to the plan!” Shownu shouts getting louder with every word.

“But I didn’t! I got Cho back and that’s all it matters!” You say confusedly

“I don’t care! Your suppose to listen to me!” Shownu shouts throwing your arm down to your side. He stares at you chest going up and down obviously very angry with you. You just stare back in disbelief

“Shownu honey...did you forget I built this shit with you?! I don’t take orders from you!” You say

“Well that changed when you left” he says

You scoff rolling your eyes

“You were sloppy. They could have seen you” Shownu says

“If I’m so bad at what I do I’ll take me and my services else where” you say

“Maybe you should, I dont need you" He says trying his best to try and hurt your feelings, but you could see right through him like water. You knew this man like the back of your hand and he wasnt fooling anyone.

Your plump gloss lips turn up into a smirk before giggling at the man who now had a confused look on his face.

"Oh Shownu, How pathetic you are" You say shocking him

"Me? Pathetic? Please Yn all that sun in Greece has gotten to your head. Your speaking Nonsense" He says with a scoff.

You giggle again before placing both of your hands flat on the table. You turn your head a bit before looking him dead in the eye and bringing the smirk back to your lips

"You need me shownu, everybody needs me. I'm the glue too this shit and without me this shit will fall and you know it. I'm staying and I aint going no where so get your head out of your ass and stop worrying about mine" You say before walking out the room making the older man groan

You walk right down to the hacking room taking a seat next to Minhyuk

"So wassup? You leaving?" He asks

"I'm not going no where. It'll take a whole lot more than shownu fucking with me to leave again" You say mumbling making minyuk smile

"I'm glad your back, we really did miss you around here" He says patting your knee

"I missed you guys too, even my fighters. We're they really as bad as Jooheon said?" you ask

"Oh them Motherfuckers were off the fucking wall, They dont listen unless its you" He says making you frown

"They didnt listen to Hyeongjun?" You ask making the male shake his head

"A few of them listened but not all of them. They straight up told him that he wasnt you and they werent going to listen to him" Minhyuk says making you sigh

"Well all that stopped. I got them together, disrespecting Hyeongjun is like disrespecting me and I dont play like that" You say making minhyuk nod

"What did shownu say?" He asks making you roll your eyes

"He didnt say anything he was just bitching perusual, not really worried about him" You say shrugging

"Ignore him, we had it rough around here while you were gone" He admits making you nod and smirk

"So I've heard. I knew I was running shit" You say making him chuckle

"Yeah, you are. Just dont leave again" He says watching you stand up

"Wouldnt even think about it" You say kissing his forehead and leaving the hacking room.

#ambw fic #ambw #black reader #black girls are beautiful #black reader insert #kpop poc #x black reader #kpop #x black!reader #kpop imagines #monsta x shownu #monsta x x blackreader #bts x black reader #bts x black girl #x black fem reader

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dr-m-r-ma · 2 years

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Follow Me

Genre: angst, drama Rating: PG 13

Part XV

With all senses heightened, Eunjoo stayed aware of her surroundings ever since the kitten incident. She barely slept a couple of hours each night, and most of her time was spent either on calls with Wooju and Team Leader Baek or observing the outside through the living room window. Since Manager Seo was even more spooked by the recent situation, Eunjoo stayed over two nights straight (even though the promised three nights per week was already completed). Not just that… but the way the male idol reacted perturbed her as well. Apparently, this wasn’t the first time they received a dead animal – the agency just disposed of it without ever showing it to Shownu. As such, it was the first time Shownu personally received such a horrific, so-called “gift”.

In the last 48 hours or so, the team was able to locate the last remaining kitten, which was a miracle almost. He was tucked away in between trash bags, almost lifeless, but mewled for life right when Wooju passed by. Team Leader Baek was able to narrow down the radius of the incidents, as he found random knife marks on corners, walls and fences – it seemed as though it was with one or two of the same knives.

But that was it.

They checked all the CCTVs in the neighborhood, but the perpetrators knew which alleys didn’t have cameras. The team went through all the alleyways that had knife marks with forensic teams to decipher any further clues, but there were so many marks made that it was hard to tell when they occurred. More often than not, the marks were made over and over again in the same spot sometimes, but there seemed to be no pattern whatsoever.

There was no other lead. The team was frustrated and stumped. Without any more leads, they couldn’t act on any of the ideas and strategies they had. It hurt to think about how blind and lost she was compared to the culprit.

Looking down at her watch, Eunjoo watched the second hand tick by. It was dead into the night – almost an hour past midnight. She sat on the hardwood floor against the wall next to the balcony, with just a small table lamp flickering light over her laptop. Slowly closing her eyes, she listened to the sound of her watch. It was calming, to hear the repeated sound. She could just barely hear the sounds of leaves rustling outside, and otherwise, it was mostly a quiet time.

The managers had work to finish in the office, so they left Shownu in Eunjoo’s hands. When it was just the two of them, it was quiet. They hardly exchanged any words other than her debrief of any updates provided by the team, and neither made an effort to make small talk. She hardly had time to sleep, which meant she conserved energy by letting go of whatever bothered her before and staying calm. On the other hand, Shownu seemed to be detached from everything and everyone after receiving the dead animal. He stopped making efforts to talk with her like before. He rarely seemed to talk with his members, and she wasn’t sure how often he was interacting with fans online. It was a little worrisome.

*CRASH*

All thoughts halted.

Her eyes shut tightly at the sound of the impact. The sound of glass shattering rang loudly, and Eunjoo soon heard neighbors waking up.

“저거 무슨 소리였어?” (Translation: “What was that sound?”)

“도둑인가…?” (Translation: “Is it a burglar…?”)

When her eyes opened again, she first saw shards of glass scattered across the hardwood floor. The flickering light of her lamp bounced off the pieces, making it easy to see what had crashed through. At the same time, she also saw a pair of feet approach the glass.

“오지마세요.” (Translation: “Don’t come here.”) She sternly ordered.

As she slowly got up, Eunjoo realized someone had thrown a large brick at the balcony, and the sliding door shattered instantly from the impact. However, what caught her eye especially was the paper taped on the brick.

“우리 현우한테서 떨어져!” (Translation: “Get away from my Hyunwoo!”)

For a moment, she just stared at the brick. It was really a split second, and before Shownu could react, Eunjoo left the brick on the floor and sprinted out the door.

She could just barely hear Shownu call out to her as she ran through the hallways – “경위님, 안돼요! … 한은주씨!!” (Translation: “Lieutenant, you can’t! … Miss Han Eunjoo!!”) Fingers already fumbling for her phone and dialing Wooju’s number, she jumped down flights of stairs in order to catch the perpetrators. After all, she already wasted enough time zoning out after the brick was thrown.

*Click*

“누나? 무슨 일–” (Translation: “[Noona?] What’s going–”)

Ignoring Wooju’s groggy voice, Eunjoo spoke softly yet quickly. “누군가 발코니에 벽돌을 던졌어. 지금 쫓고있으니까 너도 빨리 와. 될수있으면 솔이나 팀장님이랑 같이 – 아직 한 놈인가 두 놈인가 모르니까.” (Translation: “Someone threw a brick at the balcony. I’m chasing them down so come quickly. Try to come with Sol or Team Leader Baek – don’t know if it’s one person or two people that we’re dealing with.")

“알겠어 – 누나, 조심해!” (Translation: “Got it – [noona], be careful!”)

With that, Eunjoo hung up before stepping out of the dormitory. As soon as her whole body was outside of the building, she stopped to listen. Eyes closed, she focused on sounds. Listening to the quiet Seoul nights every night made her aware that there were specific sounds depicting life. Such as cars honking, middle aged men cursing as they drunkenly walked past, dogs panting as they were being walked by their tired owners, footsteps carrying gravel under shoes, and the sounds of metal clinking against a concrete wall.

‘저거다.’ (Translation: ‘That’s it.’)

As she made her way into each alleyway, she realized the sounds were getting closer. Whoever it was, they were walking slowly. ‘잡히지 않을 자신 있나보네.’ (Translation: ‘Looks like they have confidence in not getting caught.’) Internally thanking the culprit for his or her arrogance, she made her way closer. It helped that each alley they entered was darker than the previous, since she could easily blend in with the landscape.

“무슨 소리 안 들려?” (Translation: “Don’t you hear something?”)

Got you. It was a female voice whispering softly. The words shook like a feather shaking against the wind. Except, it was a question. ‘설마… 또 누가 있나? 여자 두명인가?’ (Translation: ‘Is there perhaps… another person? Two girls?’)

“… 아니.” (Translation: “…No.”)

Eunjoo’s footsteps stopped abruptly. Too abruptly.

Her shoes scratched against the loose gravel, making somewhat of a loud sound. At the same time, the tinkering sound of metal scratching against concrete stopped.

She definitely screwed up, but if anyone asked, she would have pleaded that she couldn’t help it when she heard a man’s voice responding to the woman. Not having much interest in idols, Eunjoo wasn’t aware that fanboys could also cause trouble. She had always heard of fanboys stalking female idols, while female fans stalk male idols. She nearly could have followed the wrong people just by the sound of their voices, if it weren’t for the faint sound of a knife scratching against the neighborhood walls.

“지금 막 들었어 – 어떤 쥐새끼가 쫓아 온 거 같네.” (Translation: “I just heard it – looks like some rat followed us.”) The man murmured, with a dark chuckle at the end.

With her body hunched back, she tried to move as quietly as possible, attempting to move as slowly as she possibly could without moving any of the gravel. But without any success, since she couldn’t move much where she was at and the two were starting to make their way towards her. She could hear the sounds of their footsteps making turns and the sound of metal scratching started up again, except much louder than before. As if they were not afraid of who followed them. As if they could take on whoever it was. As if they could get away.

Eunjoo quietly got into her defense stance. It was the only solution left. Based on the sound of their footsteps, she could estimate that they were less than a hundred meters away from where she stood. And they were closing in quickly. Much more quickly than they were walking away previously.

However, before they closed in more, she sensed another person right behind her. ‘뭐야 – 한 사람 더 있었어?!’ (Translation: ‘What the – there was one more person?!’) Before she could react, a large hand muffled her mouth and dragged her into another alleyway.

TBC

a/n: wowow thanks for the wait lol to be honest I have almost all of it drafted out in bullet points but I just have to... flesh it out... ㅠㅠ since I really don't have any time this weekend (no limit tour!!!) I'll try to update as much as possible up until then and keep posts queued up!

#monsta x fic #monsta x shownu #monsta x fanfic #mx fanfic #monsta x angst #monsta x scenarios #shownu fic #shownu angst #attempt at action #lol #shownu scenarios #shownu #follow fic #also omg why does tumblr look so different on desktop AGAIN

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1997yakul · 5 months

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chapter 3: The Wolf

Men With Cold Exteriors and Kind Hearts, Among Other Great Sights

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summary: After getting a handle on things at your new job and putting your deposit down on your first apartment, you finally feel like you're proving your worth to the adult world. Only, is your catlike, hot, new boss (that smells too good) going to be an issue? Or, will it be the buff, delicate-mannered, heavy lifter that somehow just became your roommate? Either way-- this is fine, everything's okay, because you're grown now and you can figure it out....

Right?

(masterlist) ☆ (monsta x masterlist)

.｡.:*♡ Pairing: boss!changkyun x gender neutral reader ('pretty girl' is used once…sorry I simply couldn’t resist)

Word Count: 5.4k (chap1, chap2, chap3)

✧ Tags: chose your ending!, angst, humor, kissing, swearing, almost sexy time, absolutely broken changkyun iykyk, self doubt/worry/fear, alcohol consumption

✧ Notes: changkyun's ending !!! yippee enjoy

initially published on ao3 on july 11 2023

✩ fic is below the cut! enjoy ✩

Right as the door shuts, you wag your finger repeatedly at Hyunwoo and he throws his arms up in an accusing manner, bobbing his head saying “He did not hear me!” before getting interrupted with your hand clamping over his mouth.

“He literally turned around! And you are too loud! Still!” He laughs, backing out of your hand.

✱

Kihyun and Chaeyoung meet you at the bus stop the Monday after and are cracking up at videos they took of each other at karaoke. There’s a small pang of sadness, courtesy of FOMO.

And then it swallows itself with warmth at the memory of a ride home from Changkyun.

Sitting alone in the seat across from them, you ask to see the videos. Kihyun is belting out some sad ballad and Chaeyoung is recording, creating a very unstable video that trembles with each one of her bouts of laughter.

Kihyun’s eyes widen after you share some of your night with Changkyun to them. Chaeyoung gasps, huddling close and in a hushed voice says, “No, dude— you’re literally dating at this point.” She points to you, shaking her head slowly. Kihyun agrees, mumbling about how shocked he is that anyone could get Changkyun to loosen up.

“I don’t know, I think we are like… friends now. He told me to call him by his first name.” You say, fumbling with a zipper on your bag. Kihyun and Chaeyoung laugh, shocked beyond words. “I’m serious! I’ll show you, I swear.”

By the time you arrive at work with Kihyun and Chaeyoung, Changkyun is in his office, only the top of his head visible upon entry to the floor. It’s the first time since he transferred here that you’ve come in and the shades have been drawn open on his office windows. His head ducked down so you can only see the slicked black hair slide down the back of his nape, feathering out before the collar of his shirt. He wears this grayish suit, a shade of purple peeks from under his ironed suit jacket. It’s powerful, maybe a muted prussian. The light enters the office from behind him, a window perfectly positioned for a view of the entrance. You’re sure it comes with a direct line of vision to his car. You wonder if Changkyun is one of those men that calls his car his ‘baby’ and boasts about it to other higher-ups using explicitly feminine terms in a grimy sort of fashion. You hope he doesn’t. You decide definitely not, but eventually remind yourself that men always seem to; slowly but surely— ease you into their very secretive misogynistic tendencies only after you’ve started really getting to know them. You’ve had your fair share of Tinder dates fall off the deep end because it turned out that ‘non-political’ just means ‘extremely right leaning, but I know if I set it as this I would get absolutely zero pussy. I’m compromising. Surprise! Let’s talk about Ben Shapiro for an hour at this janky pizza place.’ But, he’s certainly not like that… Well… Okay. Chill out. You don’t really know him, stop assuming. This is what happens when you let yourself indulge in your imagination.

You sit down, logging into your computer and clocking in. Chaeyoung says something about waiting for your ‘bestie’ to pop over, and just as she finishes her sentence, the door to Changkyun’s office swings open. He kicks down the door stopper and makes a b-line to your desk. Chaeyoung scrambles to sit down in time, gripping at her arm rests and accidentally launching a pen into the air.

It falls to the carpeted floor with a sad patter at Changkyun’s feet, a shiny pair of black oxford’s. He presses the toe of his shoe on the tip of the pen, flicking it up. He leans over and grabs it midair, his thumb and palm envelope it. Without ever looking Chaeyoung in the eye, he sets it on her desk. “Good morning.” She mumbles out, “Thank you, Mr. Im.”

He turns, laying his forearm along the divider between your cubicle and Chaeyoung’s. “Hello.” He greets, leaning over a little to meet your eye level better.

Your heart fills your chest, thumping hard enough that it reaches your ears. You swallow hard and turn to him. “Hi, Changkyun.”

He cocks his head a little, straightening up and adjusting his sleeve around his wrist. “Mr. Im, right?” He smiles, it’s a little too proud, and now you feel weak again. Kihyun’s expression grows weary. “Can you follow me to my office?” Suddenly, the calm sound of hushed voices and rustling papers halts, and a few heads turn to face you and Changkyun. Your mouth feels dry, and your palms begin to sweat.

“Sure, Mr. Im.” You stand slow, waiting for him to back up a little so you have more room to move— but he just holds his ground. You shuffle around your spinny chair until he starts making his way to his office, then you shove the chair aside and glance at your friends. They are both making crazy eyes, and Kihyun offers a shrug. You shake your head unknowingly.

“Close the door behind you, please.” He says, his voice always grumbling lowly, and you follow his cologne like it comes with a leash. He gives his shades a few twists, just to give a little more privacy. The room gets darker, and he pulls out the chair for you. “So,” he points to your seat before fixing his belt. He leans on the side of his desk, his name plaque new and shiny, gold. “I was wondering if you had any ideas for a company outing.”

“This isn’t about me calling you by your first name?”

He blinks a little dumbly before glancing out the windowed door, heads fire back to their computers at his silent command. “No, I mean. That too, but this means more to me.” He feels up and down his right arm. “Don’t call me that in the office, I’d prefer if we kept it formal at work, you know…” His eyebrows thread together, fighting as he tries to find the right words. “Please.”

You nod, two times very firmly. “Company outing, um…” Checking over to your right, Kihyun and Chaeyoung are peering over their dividers at you. “Well I know some employees really like karaoke.” He nods in agreement, his fingers brushing softly at the tip of his nose.

“And that would be fun, for everyone to go do karaoke?”

“Maybe, like, eat and then do karaoke? Just so it’s an easier warm up.”

He nods, motioning to the door. “Okay, thank you. I’ll take that into consideration.” You stand up, kind of bug eyed, and push the chair back in, leaving with your hands close to your sides. You let the door close quietly before speed walking back to your cubicle. Kihyun and Chaeyoung both lean in to hear what happened, and you wave them off, peeking back at Changkyun. He is nervously pacing around his office, his face adorning a stern, thoughtful look.

✱

It doesn’t take long for the plans to become final, Changkyun sets up a company outing for that Friday, saying it will boost morale and help him get to know everyone better.

Changkyun is about four shots in when he says he is done drinking. He’s got a red flush across his nose bridge and cheeks, and his jaw is looser than usual, not clenched or as serious as he usually keeps it. He says something along the lines of… “Finish this on your own, this is the best I’ll feel all night” or “This is the end for me, I’m perfectly tipsy.” You can’t exactly recollect the wording, but it does something to your stomach nonetheless. The IT guy who sits next to Changkyun laughs hard, obviously more drunk. He unbuttons the top two buttons on Changkyun’s shirt, saying it’s too hot for him to still be wearing his full suit. Changkyun agrees sheepishly, wiggling off his jacket and folding it over the back of his chair.

He runs his hands from his forehead to the crown of his head, stopping there for a moment to scratch a little at his scalp. His mouth fills up with hot air, releasing it through his nose. He rubs his knuckles over his top lip, catching any sweat forming and leans back in his chair. The front legs lift off the ground ever so slightly, and he unbuttons the third button of his shirt on his own. He grabs at the bottom of his papery button up and tugs firmly a few times, enough to get fresh air. His cologne trickles down the table, it’s warm now, usually cold. Humid, and slightly tepid. The room smells of alcohol and heat. Stuffy and masculine. Kihyun and Chaeyoung pass you a shot each, and you take them before your brain can conjure up a reason not to.

The guy sitting across from Changkyun laughs heartily before getting his words out, pointing a hand up in the air. “I have an idea.” He is as drunk as one could get, hiccuping embarrassingly between syllables. “Let’s just do, uhm… let’s all play Smash or Pass.” Changkyun wordlessly shakes his head ‘No,’ lifting an arm from his lap onto the table.

“I organized this, thanks to Y/N” Changkyun starts, his words soft and tender, hand movements flow wistfully. “This was meant to be a way for me to get to know you guys a bit better, I don’t want—”

“Okay, we all know who you’re smashing!” Someone shouts out from your end of the table, and Changkyun shouts back before he can process what he is getting himself into.

“Who would that be!?” He points at the guy asking, his eyebrows uneven and mouth loose. It’s quiet for a second, and Changkyun scans up and down the table to see if anyone really has the gall.

“Y/N.” Someone says obtusely, it’s a statement rather than a question or a suggestion, and a few other people laugh in agreement. Now the table has a weird air of uncomfortableness as people wait for Changkyun or you to respond. The only reason it’s not unbearably awkward is because you can assume not many people will remember this tomorrow. Chaeyoung laughs the absolute hardest, and Kihyun grabs at her shoulders to calm her down. Your body freezes, mid-sip and you blink once, eyes shifting to Changkyun.

His face slowly droops, eyebrows furrowing in a hurt way.

“You couldn’t get mamas in your dreams!!!” Chaeyoung yells, grabbing a wad of dirty napkin and throwing it limply in his direction. Her cry jumpstarts the ruckus once more. The tissue barely makes it an inch towards him, and he only evinces a weak snarl, recoiling ever so slightly.

“Chaeyoung!” You shout, setting down your glass hard enough that it splashes in the cup. “Stop that!” You are tipsy too, and the words can’t come like they would if you weren’t. You feel limp and defeated, and Changkyun’s expression is heartbreaking.

His jaw juts out slightly, his cheeks hollowing as he thinks, and the table grows quiet once again. His eyes scan back and forth down the table at the plates and glasses, shaking his head in disapprovement. “That is…” He stands up, pushing his chair back and stumbling around in his spot, the girl next to him puts her hands up to protect herself as he stabilizes, rocking back and forth slightly between his wobbly legs. He bites at his lip, finally scanning the faces at the table until he meets your eyes. You weren’t thinking about your expression before now, but from his reaction you can tell it was obviously some form of disgust. He shakes his head, “I’m really so sorry.” He says, and a few other people mumble out apologies around you.

He stands up, grabbing something from his pockets as he pushes the exit door open, and the table is met with the most awkward silence you have ever experienced. Two girls whisper amongst themselves, standing up and walking to the bathroom together. Tears spring just slightly at your eyes when you realize the importance of what just happened, and the effect it will certainly have on Changkyun and your friendship. The nice buzz is just setting in, and you stand up and force yourself to follow him out.

“Hi.” You say, gentle as you let the door fall closed behind you. His wide shoulders greet you before he can turn around, the few clicks of a lighter sound out before he turns to face you. A cool gust of wind passes you both by, and his shirt flaps harshly against his chest, his hair ruffled and fucked from him rutting his fingers back and forth through it. “It’s nice out here, wow. Less stuffy.” You smile the words out, hoping he’ll wordlessly agree to forget about the whole thing. He’s got a cigarette between his fingers and he looks down at you, silently. He huffs, exhaling towards the street so the smoke doesn’t hit you, but the wind brings it to your face anyway. You cough a little, eyes tingling as you lift your face up to see him. Tears have filled up his eyes to the brim. His face is dark, and he smirks slightly around his cigarette, using a free hand to untuck his shirt.

He chuckles, dropping his wrist to his thigh, holding his cigarette below. “I’m sorry.” He repeats, wiping his sleeve twice at each eye. You pull his arm down, fingers gripping at his sleeve. His eyes are red, cheeks still rosy. You run your thumb along his waterline, and he wets his lower lip. He taps a little at his cigarette, holding it down by his side.

“Shouldn’t I be the one crying?” You smile up at him, and he finally smiles back. You feel fuzzy. Light on your toes, you run your hand down his cheek, and he melts. His eyes close and his shoulders droop, face sinking into your palm, warm and calm. Two tears run down his cheeks onto your hand, splitting off down into the delicate texture of your skin. “You need this.” You whisper, and he smiles so slightly, face so tired and gaunt. You reach, slow around his waist up to his back, and run your hand down until his spine curves. He leans into you, folding over your shoulder limply. He says nothing, only settles into your body as his breathing slows. He uses one forearm to prop himself off of you, pressing his arm flat against the glass with a sharp 90 degree bend at his elbow, careful not to lean anymore weight on you. You would worry about your coworkers seeing you, but your buzz is perfect, he’s lovely, and the sheer curtains are doing enough for your own level of comfort.

He mumbles, folding an arm around your waist. “There’s so much I want to say, in another setting.” He’s heavy, but gravity feels fake, and there’s a lightness that encapsulates the both of you. “Just— just for now,” He exhales the last of his uneven breaths. “Please take your time with me.” His voice crumbles a bit, like he’s ashamed or knows it’s wrong to ask for this or behave this way with an inferior. The forearm pressed flesh against the glass drops, and he huffs, face craned next to your ear. He’s tired and mellows out over your shoulder, maybe it’s the first time he’s been this honestly exhausted with someone. Like the act is done and over. He’s not unapologetic about it, he’s just ashamed and tired. As if he doesn’t want to be perceived this way, but has realized he has no choice.

You can’t remember the last time you held someone who needed to be held as much as Changkyun. You wrap your arms around him too.

✱

A lot of the employees are missing when Changkyun and you return to your table in the restaurant. Kihyun is patting Chaeyoung on the back as she downs another noodle side dish. Changkyun’s demeanor is completely different, the last second you checked on him before entering the restaurant again, he was bent over and worn looking, like a worn teddy bear with not enough stuffing. Now he was tall and powerful, chest puffed slightly and eyes just a little puffy (he assured one of your coworkers it was the sodium). “So, karaoke?” He says, broadening his shoulders, finishing his suggestion by cupping his hands together. Kihyun mumbles something to Chaeyoung, but she yells out many mushed words of approval before processing anything he says.

“Shhh! It’s fine!” She fawns, twisting around to face Kihyun, who’s worried expression releases into satisfaction.

It’s not a karaoke session in Korea without Big Bang. Kihyun chooses something cheesy and melodic and Chaeyoung tells him to skip it before he gets a word out. They battle over the tambourine and Changkyun only joins in to break them up when Bae Bae comes on and he’s had another few drinks in him, he sings everything flat and his eyes bore holes into Kihyun as he helps Chaeyoung pull off her cardigan. The room is musty and hot, and there’s at least 8 or 9 of you smashed along the couch, exposed skin sticking to the sweating leather seats. Changkyun’s cologne still envelopes the room, and even if you close your eyes to calm down your bouncing heart rate, you smell him and the lavishness of his skin. The dry tobacco scent from his cigarette at the restaurant clings to him. He folds his fingers one at a time over your wrist to get you to stand, a limp tug like he wants you to get up, but isn’t telling you to. You get up anyway.

He points to you, singing T.O.P’s verse like he really means it, kind of wobbling around flimsily. He’s all goofy and sways around the hot room, and taking his free hand to touch those on the couch like he’s a genuine celebrity. You smile big, laughing every once in a while when he fucks up the lyrics and has to stop in his tracks and look back at the screen, having to hang up the charismatic facade as he figures out the words. Once he gets back in the swing of things, he acts like he never stopped in the first place. He’s hypnotic and beguiling like he has always been and rocks his head back and forth, exposing his neck, slicked with sweat like a sacrificial offering. He glances over at you just slightly when he sings “My body wraps around yours so perfectly” and you think it’s all profusely nostalgic, like maybe you dreamt of this as a dinky tween. The only problem is he breaks eye contact two seconds later and grabs hold of another employee and tugs at her sleeve to stand, but it's not like what he did with you earlier, this tug is demanding. He’s desperate. The irrepressible urge to scream grows in your throat, and you whisper to Kihyun that you’re going out to get some air.

It’s a good few breaths you take outside, like finally the cool air can hit you again like it did outside the restaurant. You pull out your phone to mindlessly scroll, just for a minute or two. The clock reads 22:27. Hyunwoo texts you a peculiar gif not a second later, it’s a very specific reference to a conversation you had with him earlier. It feels nice to know he listens so carefully. A gray bubble pops up before you can type a response. ‘How’s it going? Havin fun?’ You smile, your heart tugs a little and you feel grounded again. “Soooo much fun.” A voice grumbles behind you, and Changkyun leans over your shoulder, craning around your back and slipping his arms under yours, his hands folding over yours, fingers aligning as he begins to type for you. “Good?” He breathes out, and you have to turn your head away from him to calm down. Your heart thumps heavily, so heavy and powerful that it hurts, a low droning pain.

He doesn’t send the text before you can turn back around to face him, and he steps back a bit to stabilize himself. You hold your thumb on the backspace until each word disappears, and your eyes meet Changkyun’s for a moment before you look down to your feet. They’re heavy-lidded now, and his hair is still all sorts of fucked up. Your heart pumps at an unbearable rate, and you can hear your pulse through your ears. “Stop being so…” he exasperates, threading a hair behind your ear. Leans in, close enough for his breath to tickle, “…scared of me.”

You have to stretch a little to shake off the haze that’s settling over your mind, and his hands drag from under your arms down to the top of your hips, and they settle along them like they were made to be there all along. You open your mouth, but nothing that your brain skims through can accurately reply. “Okay.” You nod up at him, like you only know obedience.

He dips his head back down, his bottom lip drags over your neck, and he kisses you there once or twice. He lets out these soft little sounds like he’s too excited for words. “You’re so pretty,” he mumbles. “Fuck, so good. So pretty.” Your hand grazes over his neck and slides down until your thumb traces over his collarbone. He kisses less sloppy this time, on your neck again, on your cheek, on your jaw. Avoiding your lips like he’s saving them for later.

He’s been doing shots, you think. “I’m so grateful that I met you.” He whispers over your ear, and his arms wrap further around your waist, inching back up. “You know, earlier…” He starts, carefully, like it’s a sensitive topic that he doesn’t mean to offend with. “Thank you for understanding.” It’s weird, you think. He’s being endearing, or at least he’s trying to. You can feel him in his suit pants and he’s just growing harder. You push him off slow. “It’s okay, yeah?” He’s so drunk he’s barely awake. You can only bite at your lip and look away. More than anything in the world, you would like to fuck Changkyun. Even just once, even if it made your job so much harder and so much more awkward after. You just think it would be so good that it would all be worth it. But he’s too drunk, so you can’t. “I’m drunk, I’m drunk. I really like you, if you like me…” His words get sloppier and guilt pits in your stomach heavier than you can handle. You push him with two fingers back further like you’re really annoyed now, he has to stabilize himself by gripping a railing. You head back inside.

✱

Changkyun is an enigma. It seems with everything in his career, he faces it head on. With you, he’s careful, would never expect a clear answer or decision unless it's statistics on a file. Ever since that night at karaoke, he's cowered away in humiliation. You’re sure he wants you both to forget the whole thing, but it's so difficult with the words he spoke to you circling your head like the last drops of water down the drain. It takes a week before you realize that he’s not going to address the situation on his own, and if you want something to give, you're going to have to be the one who initializes the first push.

You fake overtime, knowing he usually stays later than the rest of you, you text Kihyun and Chaeyoung that you’ll call them after you speak to him and let them know all of the details. As soon as your last coworker wishes you a good night and the elevator doors close before her, your stomach pits like you've just thrown yourself into the lion’s den. It's the worst mistake you've made, and terror envelopes your entire system. You tell yourself in 15 minutes you’ll go knock on his door, sliding headphones on to calm yourself down. Shuffling a playlist a few times, you focus on your breathing while putting some stray pens and papers back into your filing drawer. When you hear Changkyun’s office door open way sooner than expected, your throat dries in an instant, your eyes glued to your desk and you work on trying to become as small and unnoticeable as possible.

His voice penetrates the wall you've desperately tried to build, and you turn quickly to face the direction it comes from, pushing off your headphones so they can fall around your neck. It's only then you realize that your music was never connected to them. You stand out of your chair suddenly. Changkyun looms, his silhouette shaded, one of the few light sources in the room is a lamp behind him. You cock your head slightly at him and he repeats himself: “Narcos.”

Your eyes flicker to your phone, and he's right. You were listening to the Narcos theme, outloud. “Sorry. I thought my headphones were–” Changkyun’s lips frown, and he shakes his head in disapproval, his arms folded over his chest. So you cut yourself short, grabbing your bag in a rush to just get out because the whole thing felt like a mistake.

“Do you know what the lyrics are about?” He doesn't try stopping you from packing away your things or help you clean up, he just watches with arms crossed. You shake your head, slowing down movements, trying to process the situation. “Drowning fear with love.”

“Why didn't you come to talk to me?” You surprise yourself with your sudden outburst, pinching yourself in the thigh.

He sighs like he’s been preparing what he’s about to say. “I overstepped. If anyone was going to reach out again, it should not have been me.” Your heart tugs because he's thought it out and was respectful and right. He was right.

“Why'd you have to drink so much?” Your eyes trace over the darkness that has hidden him so well.

You can hear him smile, and the song still plays behind you. “Because I’m smitten for someone I shouldn't be.” His head tilts down to his shoes on the carpet, a few strands of his slicked hair fall forward. Your heart feels like it's on a linear path to explosion. “Someone I have too much power over already.” He inhales deeply, and you move slowly to face him, releasing the pen in your hand.

“They make me nervous. I care a lot about how this person sees me, and I was worried they saw me as too uptight. So I did the only thing I knew would make me less uptight. Like a jackass.”

“Well doing that to me was the most jackass thing you've ever done, so you’ve got your worries in the wrong place.”

”Smitten” lt tingles in your stomach.

“I’m sorry. I know.” He steps forward twice until he can be illuminated by your desk light, and he looks magnificent. His eyelids hang heavily and he has dark bags under his eyes. The curve of his back as he looks down, his dress shirt flexing over his shoulders as he reaches to put the pen in a cup. “It was gross. I’m a dog.”

“No, idiot. No. You’re so stupid.” You pull the pen back out from the cup and slap it back onto your desk. His eyes light up, widening at your reaction. “You’re not a dog. You made me want you when I couldn't have you.” Changkyun has to tilt his head back slightly to give you room to come closer. “You made me worry for you and then disappeared like you didn’t need me. You’re a cat.” The song slows to a complete halt and the office is completely silent besides the air conditioning stuttering to keep up.

“I do.” Changkyun whispers. “I do need you.” His fingers float around your head like he isn’t sure if he’s allowed to touch. “You wanted me.” He says, and you’re unsure if it’s a question. You don’t care, you nod anyways, pulling his hand to your face like he did to you a week ago. “Pretty.” He mumbles, tilting his head to get a better view. You can barely keep your eyes open, and he places his other hand on your cheek before pulling you close to him again. Back into his embrace, where his cologne suffocates the air around you. You’d be happy to only breathe this air forever. “You’re so pretty.” He wraps an arm around your waist, holding tight enough that your hips push into each other, colliding dully. This time his words aren’t slurred, they’re just kept quiet, like a secret meant to keep between the two of you. “I’m your cat.” Your heart pounds against him, and he pulls both of his arms around to your back so he can take off his watch, sliding it off and setting it on your desk behind you. He lifts you up by your thighs and rests you next to it, your fingers brush the cool metal as you stabilize yourself.

He backs up for a second, just so he can scan over your face for any implication you don’t want him. “I’m, really…” He laughs, looking at his feet before centering himself on you again. Feeling at his cheeks with the back of his hand. “I’m really smitten.”

“Prove it.” You whisper, and Changkyun steps forward again, smoothly sliding a palm around the side of your neck, leaning in slowly, eyelashes hiding his pupils.

“I did already. Don’t you remember when I tried to fuck you after singing?” He smiles, proud of himself now for being able to keep his impulses at bay. You let your head loll from side to side like you’re deep in thought.

You hum a note of approval, “I would’ve let you if I knew you could’ve kept it up for more than a minute. It never lasts when you’re that drunk.” Your fingers brush down the side of his cheek, and Changkyun’s eyebrows thread conspicuously. He situates himself deeper between your legs.

“Let me make it up to you.” His palm lands on top of your thigh, brushing up and down. “You’re too perfect.”

You stare at him, angled down just a little from your seat on the desk. “What did you say earlier…” You prod, pushing Changkyun back an inch with a hand on his chest. “Called yourself a kitty. My kitty”

He shakes his head this time, whatever to get his point across, he’ll take. You drag your nails down the side of his neck, leaning in to press kisses on the opposite side, and needy noises fall from his lips. His shoe twisting into the carpet, he leans further in again, grabbing a fistful of ass as compensation. You make your way over to his lips, finally fulfilling the need. He nips quickly and sharply at your bottom lip, his hand forking through your hair. “Fuck” he groans, “fuck me.” “Please.” His voice mellows out as his phone starts buzzing in his back pocket. You sigh deeply, dropping your face to your hands, his face hot and legs tangled up in his. You pull away at the same time he does, checking it quickly before ending the call without ever picking it up. His pupils are blown out, cheeks are a bright pink, lips plumped and a little shiny from your makeup. You pat at his hair, rutting through knots with your fingers.

“I made dinner reservations for us because I had planned to apologize. Like a boss would.” He catches the hand on his head with his own. “Not how I expected today to go.”

“I’m hungry.” You shrug with a smile, and he eyes you completely baffled. He stares for a moment before shrugging.

“I’m with you.”

“Let’s go, Kitty cat.” You slide yourself off the side of the desk, fixing your skirt as Changkyun fixes your hair.

He halts his hands before letting them fall with a pinch of one of your cheeks. “Don’t let that be a thing, please.”

✱

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