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songmingisthighs · 2 years ago

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Stupid Lucky Rain

group : xikers

pairing : student!hyunwoo × student!reader

genre : fluff, university!au, strangers to lovers

word count : 10.1 K

note : part of the "Meet Me Under The Cherry Tree event by @cultofdionysusnet

a/n : hyunwoo need to STAHP being a freeloader in my mind like SIR RENT IS DUE I WILL NAWT TOLERATE SQUATTERS @flowerboykun I'm blaming you for enabling me writing for xikers <3 and GHAWD THIS TOOK SO LONG AND I DID NAWT MEANT FOR IT TO BE THIS LONG ???? THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A TIMESTAMP ????? WTF HAPPENED ??????

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You never really liked your university. There were a lot of problems with not just the students and the teaching staff but also with the general management of the place and just the thought of it made you so mad honestly. What made you even more pissed was that the school was your choice because you were so drawn to the campus's open concept; the cherry blossom trees in spring, the stone path to each building, and the happy students everywhere. The decision was solely on you because your parents had even suggested that you go to school in another city but you just HAD to go to this school. So really, you have nothing and no one to blame for your shitty experience but yourself.

Days like this one, when nothing seems to be going your way or even just going right generally, truly made you feel so angry at nothing and no one but at the same time at everything and everyone. Thursdays were never your favourite day but since university, it has taken a rather worse turn. Your last class of the day with the WORST professor in your major talked your ears off which made the class run longer than it should and God forbid someone remind him that class was supposed to end AGES ago. So now, you're stuck by the entrance of your building because it was raining and you didn't even think to bring your umbrella. Now you resented the open concept your university had because what even the fuck was anyone thinking.

Whoever romanticize spring rain needs to have their mouths stuffed with wet cherry blossom flowers. Because while it looks so so so pretty, it's still a pain in the ass to deal with.

"You can't help me?" you groaned into the phone. You had hoped your friend who lived in the dorm could come with an umbrella and help you get home but alas you were met with YET ANOTHER disappointing answer. "I'm sorry, we have a dorm meeting in 5 minutes because someone got caught sneaking her sibling in after hours and all of us are getting punished with her," she sighed, obvious that she was disappointed with her own situation. Not wanting to make her feel bad, you assured her that it was fine and even mustering up a goodbye to her before hanging up. After the call ended, however, you couldn't help but slump down the wall nearby and covered your face with your bag to let out a muffled frustrated scream, completely oblivious that someone was listening in and even watching what was going on with you.

Hyunwoo knew you. Well, he knew OF you as you shared a class with his friend, Sumin and while he had yet to have direct interaction with you, he was well aware of general things about you. How you have classes mostly in the same building except for one in the seminar hall that you shared with his other friends, Seeun and Junmin (though he doesn't think they'd realize), how you seemed to have quite some close friends but you seemed to still be well known around campus, and how you seemed to cringe when you're under a tree that you frequent and a breeze decided to interrupt you. But all that knowledge seemed useless because Hyunwoo didn't even know your name. He couldn't tell his friends that he was interested in you (for a lack of better word) because he know that Sumin is (embarrassing) not going to let his interest slide as platonic. So he kept (suffered alone) to himself and just watch you from afar, sometimes getting a chuckle or a grin at your antics. For a lack of better explanation, Hyunwoo considered himself intrigued by you and now that he was able to get a close-up look, he was, for a lack of better words, amused.

Determined to return home as soon as possible, so you can just wash the ick of the day and fall into a deep slumber where you can just fantasize about being a marshmallow (Or a rock, Tinnitus rules), you stood back up in a speed of light, surprising the person who was behind you. "I can do this, I can just run past this itty bitty rain and be home in no time," you mumbled to yourself, huffing and jumping slightly to prepare to take off. "Straight to the bus shelter, it's... Nothing, not that far," your head nodded along your words, starting to feel like you were being filled with positivity, "Yeah, yeah, it's no biggie whatsoever." Hyunwoo was grinning and chuckling to himself, amused at how you were trying to... survive? Does that make sense?

Not letting yourself hesitate much longer, you took off from your spot to face the seemingly worsening rain.

"Wait-,"

It didn't take long for you to slip and skid away several feet and land on a cherry blossom tree. To make your accident more unfortunate, the petals of the cherry blossom tree fell from the tree upon impact and scattered around you dramatically. Seeing this, Hyunwoo panicked and reached into his bag to fish out the umbrella his roommate, Junghoon, had placed for him, taking a moment to stare at the item in embarrassment because he could have gone to you and lent you the umbrella while he was (creepily) staring at you and your antics. Nevertheless, he shook his head and opened his umbrella to shield him before running over to you.

The closer he got, the more he could hear you sobbing whilst still in the same position as when you landed to a stop. Hyunwoo cringed and slowly leaned down so that his umbrella would also cover your face as it did with his. "Excuse me miss, are you okay?" he asked sympathetically, genuinely feeling bad that you had to go through such an embarrassing accident. Thankfully, you answered him, even if it was with an eery sarcastic laugh, "I'm... On top of the world, walking on Sunshine fantastic," you said as you closed your eyes, "And it's... Amazing that you saw me at my worst." Hyunwoo couldn't help but cringe at your words, wanting to be helpful but not quite knowing how to. "Uh... If this is your worst, I'm glad you're pulling it off," he smiled in awkward assurance, hoping that it makes your unfortunate accident perceivably better for you. Thankfully, you chuckled at him even if it was pathetic laughter (because if you hadn't, Hyunwoo might dig himself a 10-foot hole and just stay there until the embarrassment ebbs away.

He was just about to help you up and possibly asked if he could accompany you to wherever you needed to go but he heard his name being called (by a voice that sounded like an impatient Minjae) from the far distance. Afraid that he might get caught with a (cute) girl, Hyunwoo's eyes widened and his head snapped back to you who was beginning to it up. With a heavy heart, Hyunwoo handed you his umbrella and before you could ask him what he was doing, he gave you a charming smile that made your heart skip a beat.

"I hope you get back home safely."

That was all he said before he took his backpack over his head and dashed through the rain. "Wait," you called out, trying your best to stand up quickly, "I didn't get your name!" It was unfortunate that you didn't hear his friend called out for his name due to the heavy rain.

Unfortunately, the sound of the rain was louder than your voice and Hyunwoo was already quite far away. All you could do was stare at his retreating figure in sadness and conviction because how did he not fall and embarrass himself like you did and you hadn't gotten the chance to thank or talk to him. But you were at least safe from being (even more) wet on your journey home.

As you walked away, you couldn't help but look back at the tree where you landed. Usually, it would take you some time to recover from such embarrassment. Heck, you'd be angry at yourself, the tree, the pink petals, the sky, the weather, the grass, the pavement, the university, and maybe even the students that didn't fall like you did. So it surprised you to have walked away with a light heart and even gratitude. All thanks to that mysterious cutie who you didn't even get to look at properly before he ran off. You would've liked to appreciate his beauty first before you both parted. How had you never realized there was anyone as cute as he before? Why did you have to meet him in such an unfortunate circumstance?

You couldn't help but let out a final sigh before resuming your walk to the bus stop, hoping that you'd get to meet the stranger you met under the cherry blossom tree once again.

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"So he just gave you an umbrella... and ran?" you nodded at the question that was asked by one of your friends, Liz.

"And you had never seen him on this campus before?" your other friend, Rei, added and again, you simply nodded at her question.

All three of your friends smacked their foreheads with their palms, absolutely dumbfounded by how you handled the situation. "God, (y/n), how is it that these kinds of things seem to only happen to you?" Your last friend, Haewon, asked in exasperation. You couldn't help but groan and slumped down on the table before you, accidentally bumping your forehead on the hard surface which made Liz cringe. "And there she goes again," she teased, snickering but pushing your head slightly to see the red mark and your scrunched-up face and gently pressing her cold can of cola on the spot, "Dum dum."

Rei rested her chin on her open palm and tilted her head, "So, what are you planning on doing?" she asked. For a moment, all you could do was hum, not knowing what to do because you really do have no plans whatsoever. It had been five days since you saw the cutie who helped you under the cherry blossom tree and you hasn't seen him since and you were sure that you'd recognize him immediately. How can you forget his worried eyes that turned into adorable crescents when he smiled? How can you forget his soft, pastel green cardigan and white shirt that was paired with black jeans and white Adidas that somehow made him look like a model? How can you forget his melodious voice when he talked? And God, how can you forget the fact that he made you feel better without even trying? He was it, he was what you needed to motivate you to go to school and it might be just some dumb crush but you really do want to see him again.

Unbeknownst to you, Haewon had slipped her hand into your bag and taken the umbrella the boy had lent to you and waved it over her head as she rose to her feet slightly. "Is there a cute boy who is missing his umbrella because he lent it to a clumsy fool last week?" she yelled at the whole cafeteria out of the blue which made you yelp and immediately pulled her down just as people snapped their heads towards your table. "Are you nuts!?" you hissed as you hit the side of her arm in a scolding manner. Yet, Haewon only blinked her eyes confusedly at you, "Wha- me? I'm doing your job effectively! Don't you wanna meet this boy and then marry him?" Truly, you wonder how Haewon's mouth has yet to get her in trouble. "Not marry!" you whined at her to which she just rolled her eyes, "Fine, you're against marriage, but you want a future with him, no?" All you could do was groan and run your fingers through your hair, "Rei was more helpful when she couldn't help me with an umbrella last week," you muttered. Liz scrunched her nose at you and she couldn't help but add, "I mean... Had Rei helped you last week, Mr cutie wouldn't have been able to help you," to which you replied with a deadpanned look on your face that made her raise both of her hands slightly, "I'm just stating a fact here, you're mad at Haewon unnie, not me," she grinned sheepishly.

It wasn't like you were mad at your friends or anything because you were mostly mad at yourself for not being able to find the cutie. Granted, you had only seen him once but on a campus with a limited number of students walking around everywhere, statistically speaking, you should've been able to bump into him again in no time. But no time feels like yes time and yes, time sure was being a bitch because it felt like forever. Every day, you try to be more aware of your surroundings, be more aware of the people in case you see the cutie and every day, without fail, you brought the umbrella he lent you in your bag along with a little note of gratitude. In it was the usual thank you for helping your dumb ass and for making your day slightly better and at the bottom right corner, you had written your number for the purpose of "wanting to pay you back for your kindness. So text me when you're available :)" it's cheesy and you blame Liz.

Suddenly, someone approached your table, a guy who looked so innocent and he had the most adorable smile on his face. "Hi, sorry, is the rest of the seat taken?" he asked, tilting his head a little. you were sure that had you known him, you would've absolutely squished his cheeks and given him the biggest hug ever at any given time. "Oh, no, please," Rei gestured for him to take a seat on the space at the end of the table. "Thank you!" he cheerfully said before turning slightly and waving his hands, "Guys, I found a table!" The four of you couldn't help but turn around and watch as six more guys walked through the sea of people towards the direction of the table you were occupying. "Guys, I think we need to leave," Rei said, cringing at the number of people around but also at the thought of them having a hard time finding seats. The rest of you nodded and immediately packed your stuff and took your trays. Seeing this, the guy felt bad, "Oh, you guys don't have to leave!" he pouted, feeling bad because he thought you all left because of him. But Liz waved a hand at him and smiled, "No, don't worry! We need to go to class anyways!" which seemed to reassure him as he simply nodded and bowed slightly, "Thank you so much," he smiled.

Once you and your friends cleared, the guy's four friends soon came to the table just as the four of you left the table, giving the guy you interacted with one last wave (just for fun) which he happily reciprocated. "Yujun, dude, how'd you get them to leave?" Sumin smirked, chuckling slightly while setting his tray down. The other people in the group; Yechan, Junmin, Hunter, Junghoon, and Jinsik followed suit, taking their respective spots. "Probably by telling them something about snail penises," Yechan snickered at his friend whose expression dropped into an unamused one, "How're your books, Yechan, are they balanced?" he retorted back. But of course, Yechan being Yechan, he wasn't affected by his friend's words, he simply sit on his chair and plastered on (an obviously faux) innocent smile, "Better than your genealogy paper I'll bet," thankfully Junmin was there to stop either one of them to start throwing food at each other, only letting Yujun squeak out something about Yechan's response not even making any sense.

It seemed like you really do have rotten luck because not even five minutes after you cleared up, Hyunwoo walked into the cafeteria with two of his friends on his sides. "All I'm saying is," Seeun shrugged his shoulder to readjust his bag so he won't let go of his tray, "The idea that reality is all fake and that the physical world is all caused by ideas is plausible! For instance, what if the things you see around you aren't actually what they seem? What if the things that you see are just how your brain wants to perceive them? Or let's say there's a chair in a room. Who's to say that chair still exists when you leave the room because there was no one to perceive it?" God, Hyunwoo love his friends but sometimes he really does question why they became friends in the first place. The additional three guys soon approached the table you had just occupied, and to poke fun at you and your luck even more, Hyunwoo had chosen to sit on the spot you sat on. "For fuck's sake, Seeun, you took ONE philosophy class last semester. Move on!" Minjae complained, choosing a seat at the far end, near Yechan where he didn't have to deal with Seeun. However, Seeun only scoffed at his older friend, "By that logic, you should forget all your introductory classes because you had only taken those classes once, hyung."

"Hey, Hyunwoo's here!" Jinsik greeted his seemingly quiet friend in an attempt to stop more fights to break and even resume the potential fight between Yechan and Yujun. "How are you today, hyung?" Hunter, who was next to Hyunwoo asked before popping a piece of fish cake from his bowl of tteokbokki into his mouth. "Oooh look at him, isn't it obvious?" Sumin snickered, making Hyunwoo freeze in his spot while his pupils shook nervously, fearing that Sumin might know something, "Hyunwoo is sad because his little mysterious miss scattered-petal-umbrella-borrower hasn't been seen around." Immediately, Hyunwoo's head snapped to Junghoon who felt his friend's glare and he halted his movement just as he was about to take a spoonful of soup. Hyunwoo's eyes narrowed and Junghoon, without dropping his spoon back into his bowl, made a statement for himself, "I didn't know it was a SECRET secret, I thought it was a general knowledge secret."

Confused, Junmin looked between his friends with curiosity, "What? What miss scattered-petal-umbrella-borrower?" he asked, clearly wanting to know what everyone (some, but it didn't include him so he felt left out) was talking about. "Say those five words quickly like a tongue-twister, I dare you," Minjae snickered and soon the table erupted into a tongue-twister challenge battle, allowing Hyunwoo to just sulk in his seat.

It wasn't like he wasn't trying to find you because he absolutely did. He mulled over why he hadn't seen you in a while and made a plan to be able to see you which was basically to just frequent the cherry blossom tree where you fell. To be fair, he had only implemented the plan the day before so his success rate as of now was about the same as seeing a monkey juggling in a baby suit. Not to mention his busy schedule as a Food Technology student was not really allowing him much freedom. Still, he tried. He tried by studying under the tree, right on the spot you landed on and made sure to pass the tree when he got to the campus and when he was about to leave. But so far he hadn't had his luck meeting you again. The effort Hyunwoo put to present himself also doubled because he wanted to look nice for you. His usual fluff of hair was styled better (courtesy of Sumin) and his clothes were nicer (courtesy of Minjae), heck, he even found a new sense of confidence (courtesy of Yechan who said that they're one Christmas away from buying him a loom and call him the loonie roomie with a loomy).

"Hey, hey, hey, let's go back to talking about Hyunwoo," Minjae chuckled after seeing Sumin choke on his own spit. Yujun glanced at the oldest, blinking twice in confusion before stating, "Well, to be fair, we all got sidetracked because of you, hyung," Minjae's left eye twitch at the guy who was innocently nibbling on a piece of chicken on his fork but he managed a (forced) wide grin, "Well, I'm refocusing back to Hyunwoo," he said simply. Hearing this, Hyunwoo sat up straight and shrugged slightly, "I don't think there's much to tell, you know? It's just... Someone that I wished to have more interactions with," though he wanted to appear casual or even nonchalant, the slight pout on the corners of his lips betrayed him.

"Okay, now I'm confused," Sumin said, raising an eyebrow at his friend, "I've introduced you to a lot of people on this campus and you didn't seem to be interested in anyone. Who changed your mind??" "God, Sumin hyung, isn't it possible that Hyunwoo hyung is interested in someone who has NOTHING to do with you?" Hunter scoffed. The rest of the table was nodding at Hunter's words, agreeing with him. But it wasn't until Yujun turned to Hyunwoo that he realized Hyunwoo's ears, despite his face remaining a neutral colour, were bright red and seemingly hot if one was to touch them. Yujun's eyes widened and he squeaked, finger immediately pointing to his older friend who realized and whose eyes widened to saucers, "OH MY GOD, HYUNWOO HYUNG LIKES SOMEONE HE KNEW FROM SUMIN HYUNG!" he exclaimed loudly.

To avoid bombarding, Hyunwoo immediately packed his stuff and took his tray, "I don't have time for this," was the last thing he said before he ran off, leaving his friends complaining and booing at him.

On his way out to his next class, after putting his tray to where it was supposed to go, Hyunwoo slumped on a nearby wall and hung his head. It was embarrassing that he couldn't control his reaction and because of that, people now know that he was INTERESTED (not yet crushing) on someone that Sumin also knows. "God, my life is a joke," he muttered to himself before crouching down to tie his shoelaces that had become loose.

To mock his existence, just as his focus was on his feet, you ran right past him back into the cafeteria. You looked around and spotted the table you sat on before. As you rushed back to the table, Yujun looked up and beamed when he recognized you. "Oh! It's miss nice table sharer!" he exclaimed, causing people on the table to snap their heads at you, curious at what Yujun was talking about. You were stunned to be greeted like that, as evident by your rounded, blinking eyes, but you smiled at him, "Hi? And it's (y/n) if you wanna thank me more for giving you my table," you joked. Sumin swallowed the food he was chewing and nudged you on the hip gently, "Hey (y/n), what's up?" While you both were not really that close (even with the class you shared), you both were fond of each other and you knew that Sumin has a playful and friendly persona which was why everyone was comfortable enough to joke and poke with him. You pouted at him, "I think I left my wallet here by accident. If it's not here, then it must've fallen out when I was walking around and I might as well say goodbye to it," you sighed. The guys on the table were nice enough to immediately look around and even down under the table to help you locate your missing item. All but one. Junghoon quietly lifted your slightly tattered wallet up with a blank look on his face, "I didn't realize this was yours," he simply said. Minjae exhaled sharply and reached to pluck the item from his friend's grasp, "You're not supposed to take things that aren't yours, Junghoon!" he then handed you the item with a sheepish (almost embarrassed) look on his face, "Sorry about him, he can be peculiar." Junghoon scoffed and crossed his arms at Minjae's words, obviously dissatisfied, "Hey, at least I noticed the item before Hyunwoo hyung placed his tray on it."

Simply relieved, you hugged your wallet to your chest happily. "God, thank you for keeping it safe!" then you pat Sumin's head like how you would a puppy and lean down slightly to match his eye level, "I'll see you tomorrow at class, okay?" to which Sumin replied with his fingers that are supposed to indicate him saying 'okay' as his mouth was busy chewing. With the reply, you (once again) take your leave with a wave of goodbye and an extra enthusiastic one to Yujun who enthusiastically double-waved at you.

Once you were out of earshot, Yujun spoke up, "She's nice! How'd you know her, Sumin hyung?" "I knew her from my mandatory English class, she helps me a lot with essays but that's about it," the whole table nodded in understanding at that. But then they snapped their heads all at the same time at the sound of Seeun snickering. "What if that's the girl Hyunwoo hyung has a crush on?" Jinsik rolled his eyes and punched him lightly on the shoulder, "Pay attention dude, do you think Sumin would just use the people he knew from class as a potential match for Hyunwoo?" Seeun raised an eyebrow at his older friend challengingly, knowing full well what his defence would be, "There are endless possibilities of worlds. If you can think of it then it can exist in theory therefore anything is possible. However, nothing can exist without it being perceived by someone." And for the first time ever (since the second week of his taking his philosophy class), his response was met with nods of approval and even understanding.

"Hence, my earlier statement that things might just simply exist because there is someone to perceive them. Like the chair," as soon as those nods come, they were immediately replaced with groans and protests. Jinsik, Yechan, and Junghoon even threw their juice boxes at him.

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In the next three days, there were more close run-ins that happened between you and Hyunwoo that if you both realized would've caused your heads to explode.

The first occurrence was the day after the almost run-in at the cafeteria. You were paired with Sumin for a class discussion, even spending time making a report in class. It was a complete fluke (and by that, it was most likely orchestrated by destiny) that you were paired together because neither of you had ever gotten so close, not in the several months since you both took the class. Even by the end of the class you both walked out together to discuss more on the paper that you both were supposed to submit by that night. The two of you were so into your conversation that you didn't even realize that you had left your laptop in the classroom. "Shoot! I need to go back,": you turned around and cringed at the number of people walking slowly out of the class like a herd of sheep. Sumin chuckled and shook his head at you, "You're unbelievable, kind of like my friend Hyunwoo," he chuckled. You only rolled your eyes and nudged his body with yours lightly, "You're a jerk," your bottom lip dropped into a teasing joke, "Text me later about your part?" Sumin nodded in agreement with a smile, letting you know that he will do his part of the paper before you ran off. Sumin barely took two steps forward when the person he was talking about rounded the corner and patted him on the shoulder, "Hey man, you done?" he smiled widely. "Yup, you done checking the tree?" Sumin's words almost made Hyunwoo choke on his own spit, "How'd you know about that?" it was obvious that not even Hyunwoo could hide that fact. Sumin simply smirked and wrapped his friend in a friendly hug, "We got eight other close friends, man, how long do you think you would be able to hide that fact?"

The next occurrence happened the night Hyunwoo decided that he wanted to get some midnight snacks with Yechan and Minjae who were pulling an all-nighter at their dorms. It was an impromptu decision for all of them and Hyunwoo didn't even want to go in the first place but Yujun was giving him puppy eyes and Seeun annoyed him enough that he go to get them what they wanted (which, halfway out of his dorm, it had just occurred to him that both Yujun and Seeun could've gone out themselves). At the same time, you came out of your dorm clad in a hoodie, mask, and your comfiest pyjama pants because you were feeling pissed at yourself because you hadn't found the mystery cutie. No matter where you go, no matter what you do, it had been exactly seven days since that (un)fateful day and logically speaking (and if you were to put your trust in destiny's hands), the day you would've most likely to meet him again was today on similar circumstances (because it hadn't rained). So you waited and waited but the mystery cutie never even showed so you spent two hours after class for nothing only to come home to your door opened which means that one of your roommates was in your room and you were betting on the narcissistic kleptomaniac who has been shit-talking you behind your back. You were so ready for the new semester so you, Liz, Haewon, and Rei could move in together. Near tears, you got into the convenience store to gather everything you need to calm yourself down. The three guys were already in the convenience store, talking loudly with each other, laughing and joking around and even narrowly missing you; when you were in one isle, they were in the next, when you turned to stare at the rack, they passed you, even noticing your presence but not your identity. Out of the three however, Hyunwoo was the one who noticed the hard sigh you exhaled and the times you clenched your fists when you couldn't find something or saw that it wasn't in stock. Even when he was paying for the things he bought (which were mostly Yujun and Seeun's snacks), he couldn't help but turn his head to your crouching figure in front of the instant noodles, completely oblivious that you were the person he has been looking for this past week. When you paid for your item, the cashier put something you swore you didn't pick out earlier. "Excuse me, I don't think that's mine," you pointed out, making the cashier stop her movements. But she nodded her head in the direction of the door, "The guy before bought something for you," when the bag was in your hand and you were able to reach into the plastic bag and took out what she had put. During your walk out, you couldn't help but keep staring at the lollipop that had a smiling face on its wrapper. It was stupid maybe, but you were just so happy to have gotten it and just like that your day was made.

The last occurrence happened when Hyunwoo and you decided that maybe simply standing or watching near the tree was not enough, you have to be attached to the tree. So that Friday, after your morning class, you buckled down and settled on the grass, studying (or pretending to be) as you keep a lookout. "Okay, but can we at least get you lunch?" Liz asked, smiling sympathetically at you. You shook your head but Haewon rolled her eyes and linked her arm with Liz and Rei, "We'll just get her like a kimbap or something, she's definitely going to want to eat, she's just stubborn," she teased as she walked away. As they walked away, Hyunwoo parted ways from his friends and approached the tree, eyes filled with determination to finally meet you again and this time properly talk to you. Neither of you realized that you both were on opposite sides of the tree, blissfully unaware as you occupied yourselves with working on whatever you could work on. For thirty-five minutes the both of you could hear the other typing on their laptop or writing or opening up books but both of you thought those were the sounds that came from other students from the nearby tree. You didn't even hear the sounds anymore once your friend came back and sat down around you; Liz next to you and Rei and Haewon across you. As you chew on your kimbap, all four of you chatted, well, mostly the three of them because you were keeping your eyes on the people walking nearby, waiting for the mystery cutie to pass by not knowing that he was on the other side, smiling to himself at the sound of you four being so happy and carefree. He was rather intrigued because he noticed that there was a voice that got him feeling some sort of recognition and just as he was about to take a peek, he heard someone call his name from the building. "Dude, we have a rescheduled class 10 minutes ago, what are you doing?" his classmate called out, making Hyunwoo's eyes widen in realization and quickly pack his things. "Shit, this is bad," he muttered to himself as his hands tried to shove everything in as quickly as possible. But in his clumsiness, he accidentally let his water bottle roll away to the other side of the tree without him realizing it. Just as Hyunwoo strapped his backpack on, a voice halted his movements, "Here, I think you dropped this." He looked up to see a girl holding his water bottle and he immediately nodded and took it from her hands, "Thanks, uh..." "Liz," "Yeah, thank you, Liz," he smiled at her before rushing to his class. Noticing Liz talking, you tried to peek over and saw a guy in a rather clean-looking smart outfit running off into the building. "Who's that?" Rei asked, noticing what you saw as well, "Some guy, he dropped his water bottle and I helped," Liz shrugged. "He was cute," Haewon said before she nudged you with her foot, snickering slightly, "Do you think you wanna switch mystery cutie for him?" she teased. You took one last glance at the guy (or his back since that was all you could see) and shrugged, "My mystery cutie is probably like ten times more handsome," you stated obliviously as you munched on your kimbap, fully unaware that that was actually your mystery cutie.

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Saturdays were your favourite as you have no classes and you have no responsibilities. As a university student, you didn't have much going for you nor do you have many options for entertainment. So more often than not, you utilize the campus facilities however you can. One of your favourites is the shuttle bus to the heart of the city which was not that far. Little did you know, Hyunwoo felt exactly the same way about being a student but his way of utilizing the university facilities is slightly different considering his friends are lawless hooligans.

That day, you had just gotten back from the mall with your friends and you decided to leave early because you had this feeling that you had forgotten something. Funny enough, it wasn't an umbrella because you found yourself always carrying mystery cutie's umbrella with you. Initially, it was just in case you accidentally bumped into him somewhere you didn't even think you'd bumped into him or something. Honestly after not meeting him for a whole week, you got the impression that there's a chance that he might not even be a student at the university (wrong). He could be a visiting student (wrong). Or maybe a transfer or even an international student doing a semester program (wrong). Would it be ridiculous to assume that he's a TA or even a new professor or a potential new TA or a potential new professor? (yes because it is so dumb to think that). So you went home by yourself and on the way, you realized that because you were going to be dropped off at the campus, you could maybe go around a bit to look at the campus life activity board to see if you could spot his face in the pictures there.

Meanwhile, Hyunwoo and some of his friends (Jinsik, Sumin, Junmin, and Hunter) decided that they wanted to spend some time at the gym. As active boys, it was important for them to burn energy somehow so that they wouldn't get into any trouble. Same principle as raising children. Or puppies. They have to tire themselves just enough to be obedient and not cause any mess. And it was fun or maybe just interesting to see the university that would usually be busy with the hustle and the bustle of busy busy students and their lives and their need to keep up with their schedules and ambitions. On Saturdays, Hyunwoo was able to simply appreciate the university as it is. He wasn't really sure of a university with an open concept as he would more often than not think about the practicality and even the effectiveness of it for students (other than giving something green to stare at and providing fresh air to students who spent most of their days in stuffy rooms with other students who looked just about done with studying). But he came to like the place and its concept and he was able to appreciate it even more ever since he saw you. He liked being able to find you in odd places every now and then which has now become frustrating because now that he actually wanted to meet you, you're nowhere to be seen like a Fata Morgana. Maybe he has to reach a certain level of desperation first.

Unlike the days before when he had to go to class and there was a higher chance of meeting you, Hyunwoo decided against dressing up. He let his usual flop of hair down and wore a loose sleeveless work shirt and training pants with his favourite workout shoes. It was him getting back to simplicity despite the protests of Minjae who insisted he wore an athleisure outfit which was stupid because although Hyunwoo looked absolutely amazing and he felt confident in the form-fitting shirt and parachute fabric pants, he couldn't move for shit and he was uncomfortable. So he ran out as soon as he changed so that he didn't have to listen to Minjae nagging at him for not listening.

"Are you ready to admit now?" Hyunwoo's reps on the chest machine halted at the question thrown by Sumin. "Admit what?" he asked with an eyebrow raised. Sumin dropped the dumbell he was curling before standing up and leaning next to Hyunwoo's machine, forcing the guy to strain his neck slightly to look at him, "That your little miss scattered-petal-umbrella-borrower is probably a figment of your imagination," he teased, smirking at the guy whose face scrunched into a scowl. Hunter walked by and smack his older friend on the back with a towel, "Don't be mean, Sumin hyung, Hyunwoo hyung said it happened so it must have happened," Hunter was definitely trying to back his friend up but somehow, it seemed like he wasn't. Hyunwoo couldn't help but scoff at his two friends, "Why does it seem like you guys think I'm crazy?" "Well," Junmin walked over and sat on a bench close to them, "It's not that we think you're crazy, but it kinda does feel like you're avoiding us and using this... Mysterious girl that no one has seen as an excuse," he shrugged. Jinsik came by with kettlebells and started doing his reps as he joined the conversation. "We're just worried about you, man. You usually keep to yourself, yes, but this is a whole other level. I mean, if she's real in the first place, how come you haven't found her in the past week?" he asked. In frustration, Hyunwoo groaned and threw his head back onto the padding of his station's seat, "I can't believe I'm even saying this," he then looked to the side, straight into Sumin's eyes and pointed at him, "Mystery girl is in the same English class as you."

The revelation surprised everyone but not Sumin who simply raised an eyebrow at him. "Really? She's in my class?" he scoffed and Hyunwoo nodded, "Well, did you see her last time you came by to get me after that class?" Now, that question made the others shut their gasps and exclamations of a surprise to see how Hyunwoo would react. The guy froze and his eyes darted around in slight panic, knowing full well that he didn't and that answer might come off as how his friends had insinuated before. "Uh..." Hyunwoo looked around his friends as his brain try its best to string enough words to make a sentence that makes sense. "Well..." he started out, getting more nervous even though he was only facing his friends and their stupid questions. It didn't help that all of them looked genuinely intrigued and were patiently waiting for him to say something, anything as soon as he could. Unfortunately, the pressure got to him and he didn't think twice before he stood up, surprising his friends, especially with his announcement before he ran off and out of the gym, "I think I need to run laps outside."

With that, Jinsik smacked Sumin upside the head, making the guy groan and clutch the side where he got the impact. "What was that for!?" Sumin huffed, trying to rub away the pain. Jinsik smirked teasingly at him and leaned down, "Maybe that ought to realign your crooked brain so you could think straight next time you speak," then he ran away before Sumin could reach down, grab a dumbell and throw it at him.

Hyunwoo didn't like this. He didn't like feeling negative things especially if he was doubting himself and when he felt like he was getting pissed at his friends. He knew full well that none of them meant to, none of them wanted to piss him off or make him feel bad about himself, even Sumin despite the way his words were articulated. But it just made him feel bad about himself, it made him feel stupid as if his wanting to find this mystery girl is a pointless crusade when it's not that serious. It's not like Hyunwoo is going around everywhere asking girls if they are the girl he has been looking for. For one thing, he's not the prince charming from Cinderella. And his introversion would cause his social battery to deplete after 2 interactions hence causing him to flop down on the floor like a fish out of water. He so badly needs his social battery to survive his classes and actually get grades above passing which is all dependent on class interactions. It also wasn't like he didn't want his friends' help, it was just embarrassing to admit that he has a crush on someone that he had only seen from afar. Especially admitting it to Sumin who had been nothing but nice and proactive, introducing him to different people only for him to be interested in someone Sumin hadn't introduced him to yet. Again, he was well aware that it was stupid but he couldn't help but feel like that, especially in a circumstance like this one. The circumstance is his existence as an introverted, awkward klutz.

It didn't occur to him that he had been running around the campus for a solid 20 minutes. The soft droplets of water were what snapped him out of his trance in the first place. Almost at once, more droplets of water fell from the sky, drenching his body and forcing him to run for cover. Through the thick curtain of rain, Hyunwoo could barely see anything, everything seemed blurry and the sound rendered him in a confused state as he couldn't seem to decide where to run for cover. In the midst of confusion and mess, Hyunwoo managed to slip on the slippery, muddy ground and skidded forward until his body collided with a tree. On the ground, looking up, Hyunwoo finally realized that he was actually under the cherry blossom tree where you slipped yourself over a week ago. "Are you serious?" he exhaled sharply as his eyes closed, feeling like the universe was making a mockery out of him by causing a seemingly calculated accident to further mock him of his incapabilities to find you or even to show him how you must've felt when this happened to you. Now Hyunwoo knows perfectly well what it felt to see petals scattering around you as if they wanted to mark where you landed just to make you feel even more embarrassed.

Hyunwoo was just about ready to have the ground open up and swallow him whole so he could spend an eternity muddling in his own stupidity and incapabilities. But when he failed to feel the rain on him anymore, he opened his eyes to see you crouching on top of him with your bottom lip between your teeth and his umbrella covering both of you from the rain. "Are you reenacting my accident, stranger?" you teased.

Reflexes kicking in, Hyunwoo tried to sit up quickly but ended up knocking his head with yours. Quite hard actually as it sent the both of you reeling slightly back. "Oh, God! I'm so sorry!" he panicked, forgetting about his pain momentarily to tend to you, he went as far as ignoring his own pain momentarily and even forgetting that he was an awkward klutz, surprising you when he grabbed your face gently to look at the spot that was starting to turn red from the rather harsh impact. You were blushing at this point because he was closer than you thought he would be especially considering that this was your second meeting. But he didn't seem to notice it as he was so focused on you, completely oblivious that he also had a red spot from the impact, shown from between strands of hair. Seeing this, you couldn't help but giggle at him, "Okay, damn, forget you reenacting my accident, you're just clumsy." Just the sound of you giggling was enough to make his heart skip a beat and his body freeze. He wanted to believe that it was the building anticipation that took over him and distracted him from functioning as a human being.

The sound of the rain reminded you that Hyunwoo was still drenched and that you were also at risk of getting wet. As much as you liked him holding your face, you grabbed his wrist gently which caused his eyes to shift to yours from your forehead, "We should move inside the building, we don't wanna catch a cold now, do we?" you teased. Luckily, Hyunwoo seemed to realize his position fairly quickly and stood up with you. He even took the umbrella from your hand which prompted you to take his hand instead as you led him inside the building.

Despite both of your seemingly confident and calculate moves, you both were blushing like lovestruck fools (because you both were), avoiding each other's gaze as your hearts beat out of your chests. The both of you tried to convince yourselves that it wasn't the nerves it wasn't the absolute nerve-wracking realization that you both had FINALLY found each other on a day that neither of you expected. Nope, definitely not. It was... something else completely unrelated.

Once you both got inside the building, you immediately led Hyunwoo into an empty classroom and sat him down somewhere he wouldn't feel the cold draft. Hyunwoo was just glad to see you, he was following your instruction and let you lead him, situating him wherever and however you want like a little puppy. Once he was perfectly situated, you carefully folded his umbrella after taking it from his hand and placing your bag on the seat next to him. "Okay, I think I can find some towels from the clinic office, are you fine by yourself here?" you asked, cringing slightly now that you were able to see how pitiful he looked. But despite his unfortunate-looking appearance, he was smiling brightly and nodding enthusiastically, "Yeah, I'll be fine! Don't worry," he reassured. Hearing that, you nodded and immediately dash to get the things that you needed to help him.

However, just as you were about to step out, your feet halted and you took a step back into the classroom. You turned slowly and looked at him, seemingly hesitant to leave him alone. You didn't want to be dramatic, and you really do believe that the mystery cutie you had just finally found again after so long (over a week) wouldn't just disappear on you. But still, you had JUST found him. You didn't want to leave his side.

Hyunwoo seemed to notice your hesitance. The way your eyes turned just a little sad and the way your hand gripped the door clued him into your hesitance easily. He thought it was adorable how you were acting to him, to someone you barely know. "I won't go anywhere, I'll wait for you, right here." he smiled gently at you, effectively reassuring you, allowing you to leave the room with a lighter heart and a slight spring to your step which didn't go unnoticed by Hyunwoo who chuckled and shook his head at you.

Even once your steps disappeared out in the hallway, Hyunwoo couldn't help but stare at the door with a smile still etched on his face. It took some time for him to tear his eyes away and when he finally managed to, he took notice of his umbrella that was on the desk, in front of your bag that was placed next to him. There was something on it that caught his eye. Upon closer inspection, he noticed something on the handle that looked like some kind of sticker or plastic. He took the item in his hands and pulled the handle out to see that it was a plastic wrapper, plastered just a little bit above the handle with a sellotape and the more he looked at it, the more he noticed that it looked like the wrapper of the candy he bought for someone just a couple days ago. He thought that you must've added it there yourself for some reason and while technically it was his umbrella, he wasn't mad that you put a little decoration on it. "What a weird coincidence," he chuckled.

"What's a weird coincidence?" he didn't even realize that you had returned to the room until he heard your voice. He simply waved the umbrella in his hands, "Oh no, I'm just looking at this thing in my umbrella." You quirked an eyebrow as you placed one towel on another empty desk and approached him with another one, "You like that?" you grinned while handing him a towel before pulling out a chair to sit in front of him, "Some guy bought me a lollipop candy with that wrapper a couple of days ago because I guess I looked pitiful enough that he felt sorry for me," you chuckled. When you looked up, you saw Hyunwoo staring at you with his mouth slightly agape, he had even stopped drying his hair with the towel you just handed. You took his expression as his negative reaction to hearing you talk to him about some other guy while he was simply right there like as if you were trying to show off how wanted you were. With eyes widened to saucers, you raised your hands and shook them in a panicked manner, "No, I wasn't bragging! I was just- well, I didn't even know the person! Could be a guy, could be a woman with a boyish haircut, who knows?" You honestly didn't even know why you panicked in front of him, it's not like whatever he could say or think of you would matter. He's a stranger. So why does it matter to you if he perceives you positively?

Luckily before you blabber even more, Hyunwoo shook his head which was enough to shut your mouth. "No, it's not about that, it's just... You're that person?" now you're confused. Your eyebrows knitted together and you waited for Hyunwoo to say something as additional info because that sentence made no sense yet. "I... I went to the convenience store just outside the campus dormitory with two of my friends," realizing where he was going, your eyes widened and you cut him off, "One who's a civil engineering major and another who's majoring in veterinary science." Hyunwoo's heart once again skipped a beat but he couldn't help but continue what he wanted to say, "And we... I saw someone sighing in front of the ramen so I..." Again, you cut him off, "Told the cashier to give me the smiley lollipop candy."

For a moment there, you both just stared at each other, grinning like two idiots for no reason. From what you thought was an apparent misfortune as a very cute guy saw you in such an unfortunate situation, turned out to be the craziest entanglement of fate ever. It was as if you both were meant to have so much near misses so you both could meet at exactly the right moment, the right time, and the right place. Underneath the cherry blossom tree that you first fell in love with when you were so close to hating yourself for the decision that you thought was so stupid just so he could give you a new perspective on things.

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It was unfortunate (yet highly predictable) that Hyunwoo caught the flu after meeting you. Of course, his friend blamed him for wandering around for two hours aimlessly before coming back to the dorm and changing out of his wet clothes. For obvious reasons, Hyunwoo didn't tell his friends that he had finally met you. Not yet at least. The both of you agreed that after a week of your friends poking fun at each of you, it's best that you both got to know each other first. So you both exchanged numbers and had been texting each other quite frequently ever since. Hyunwoo's flu forced him to be on bed rest for three days which means that your plans of hanging out after class fell through. But to be honest, he was rather grateful for the situation because you have been sending him food and care packages to the dorm without him even asking. To avoid his friends' detection, he would more often than not say that he ordered takeouts for himself or that his mom sent him a care package. The closest call was on the last day when you sent him homemade soup that he deemed was a takeout he ordered but when Junmin received the package, it had a cute kitty sticky note that said 'get well right meow!" with two hearts at the end. It was at that moment Hyunwoo realized that it was a good thing he was rather agile because he had never moved that quick to steal the package from his friend's hands.

So after his bed rest, he was back to full health and was way more ready to go to the campus than he had ever been. He didn't even let Sumin or Minjae style him that day because as per the information he found out on day two, you actually loved his hair as a floppy mop of hair and his rather soft boy aesthetic; pastel cardigans, light jeans, and converses. So even with Minjae and Sumin following after him with verbal protests (Sumin) and a series of boos (Minjae), Hyunwoo was able to coast clear out the door.

You were no better. While Hyunwoo didn't specify what look he liked best on you (because in all honesty, he likes how you look no matter the clothes or style you were wearing), you put an effort into your clothes that day which rather surprised your friends. They were gawking and asking questions because it was quite a drastic change. It wasn't like you changed into Elle Woods or Sharpay Evans out of the blue but it was obvious that you paid attention to what you were wearing that day.

Both your and Hyunwoo's friend groups were rather confused at your smiling faces and your constant attention to your phones. It wasn't unusual for you to be focused on your phone, but for you to giggle at it openly? They thought you had gone mad from looking for a mystery cutie. Little did they know, you were simply feeling your feelings for him, the mystery cutie you now know as Hyunwoo.

You were walking with your friends after your last class of the day, happy that not only you were finally able to meet up with Hyunwoo after waiting for quite a while but also because you both orchestrated a surprise for both of your friend groups.

"I'm really worried for you, you haven't stopped smiling all day!" Haewon said, trying to get you to stop walking so fast and to talk to her. But you shrugged her off gently, stopping at where you had promised to meet Hyunwoo, under the cherry blossom tree where you and he each got your taste of the universe's prank. "Haewon, guys, I swear I'm totally fine!" You pause to shrug your laptop back to a more secure position on your shoulder, "I'm not being weird, okay? I'm just... Happy, I guess? Giddy, maybe," you grinned and it didn't reassure them whatsoever. Before either one of them could say anything, you heard someone calling you from behind and when you turned around, you saw Sumin, Hyunwoo, and the people Hyunwoo had introduced to you (informally by showing pictures of them and telling you their names), Yujun, (the cutie you asked to sit with you that one time, Yechan, Minjae, and Jinsik. "Oh!" Sumin grinned, walking faster to you with his arm around Hyunwoo's shoulder, completely oblivious of Hyunwoo's knowing smile. "Hey, (y/n)! How have you been?" he asked, "Good, Sumin, I'm glad our paper hasn't killed you like you said it would," Yechan and Jinsik snickered at this while Yujun tilted his head to the side and his lips widened into a large grin, "Oh, you're the girl who helped me find a sat for lunch last week!" he exclaimed. At this revelation, Hyunwoo raised an eyebrow at you but you just casually (while trying your best to be lowkey) waved him off as a sign that you would tell him later. "By the way," Sumin stepped up, bringing Hyunwoo to focus much to your surprise, "(y/n) I'd like for you to meet my good friend-"

Your friends' and his' jaws dropped hard onto the ground when they saw you grinning widely and reaching a hand out to Hyunwoo's tuft of hair. "I see you decided to FINALLY let your mop down today," you teased which made Hyunwoo chuckle. "Yeah, I know you said you liked my hair like this and look," he stepped out of Sumin's hold (to which Sumin's hand just flopped uselessly next to his body) to spread his arms wide, showing off his look, "I'm wearing a cardigan too!" You have to admit that you couldn't help but bite your bottom lip at his adorable navy and light blue heart cardigan and Hyunwoo couldn't deny that seeing you look at him like that made his chest puff out with pride. Yujun and Yechan began clambering and reaching to clutch each other when they saw Hyunwoo reaching out to grab your laptop bag from your arm and offered his elbow to you. With a tilt of his head, Hyunwoo made a show to you (and his friends for good measure) when he said, "Shall we?" to which you gratefully accepted. Before you both took off, you turned around slightly and look at Hyunwoo's friends, "Told you his mystery girl was someone from Sumin's class." And Hyunwoo took a look at your friends with the most charming smile he could muster, "Aren't you glad the things that happened to (y/n) led her to this moment?"

As you both walked away, your friends and his began erupting into exclaims of disbelief and surprise but also relief. It was absolutely priceless and you would have definitely paid to see it in slow motion and to know exactly what they thought or said when it finally dawned upon them what had just happened. Overall, you both were just glad that things worked out in the end, everything worked out perfectly fine and oddly enough they all happened in one place.

Something told you that from that day forward, you both would love that stupid cherry blossom tree.

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shinehyuk · 3 years ago

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MONSTA X reaction to S/O trying to escape

‣ Genre : yandere

tw : violence, abuse, heavy themes, toxic relationships, obsession, mentions of torture, strictly do not read if sensitive/uncomfortable with such themes!

Shownu :

· Imagine Hyunwoo's shock when he sees that you, the love of his life that never once disobeyed him opens the door before he can even pull out his house keys, a big travel bag in your hand

· "..Love, what are you..?"

· You quickly try to hide the bag behind you, innocently smiling to him, but it's too late — the trust that you worked so hard to build has been broken

· Now, you can easily find surveillance cameras in almost every corner of the house, watching you. The male makes absolute sure that you have zero ways of leaving him

Wonho :

· You're met with a strong, almost bone-breaking grip on your arm once you finally open the door that lead to freedom

· Hoseok's murder glare is enough for you to make you freeze in place, causing you to stop whatever you were doing

· He'll handcuff your hand to his, not letting you go anywhere without him being right next to you. You'll be like a bird in a tiny cage

· "Oh, regretting your past mistakes now, are you, darling? You shouldn't have tried to leave me. I knew that I couldn't trust you."

Minhyuk :

· Just when you were about to jump out of the window of your room you heard the door being unlocked, a hearty chuckle making shivers run down your back

· "Ah, darling, I wouldn't do that if I were you~ You'll just break your bones. Believe me, it's already been tested."

· His eyes are daring, showing that he simply doesn't care if you do jump — you'll be the only one suffering in the end, after all

· Either way, you'll end up being hurt. It's your choice whether it's by the falling impact or by the cockily smirking male observing you

Kihyun :

· Just why did you think that under your pillow would be a good place to hide your escape plan from Kihyun? Honestly, even under your bed would have been a way better place

· The male found it almost too quickly, reading through the entire plan then tearing it down piece by piece while keeping constant eye contact with you

· "You cannot even be left alone, can you? Shame on me for trusting you so easily, love."

· You'll quickly regret writing down the whole plan on paper – the male will make sure that such stupid ideas won't come into your head anymore

Hyungwon :

· You tried to sneak away under the cover of night, swiftly slipping from sleeping Hyungwon's tight grasp and hurrying downstairs to the exit door

· As you hastily tried your best to pick the lock, you felt arms wrapping around your torso in a hug, the sleepy male putting his chin on your shoulder

· "Baby, what are you doing..? Come back to bed. It's the middle of the night."

· Was he simply too sleepy to notice the hairpin in your hand, or just too tired to point out the fact that you just unsuccessfully tried to run away?

· Unfortunately for you, the next day you got to know the answer to that question – Hyungwon making you pay for trying to leave him so shamelessly

Jooheon :

· You were out shopping with Jooheon in a local mall, sneaking out of the clothing shop while he was finishing dressing up in the changing room of the store

· Just as you were about to leave the building you felt someone grab your shoulder, Jooheon turning you to face him

· "Baby, where were you? I looked everywhere! Do you.. do you know just how worried I was? I thought someone took you away!"

· Once it finally hits him what truly happened, he'll drag you out of the mall in rage, holding your hand so tight he could possibly crush it

I.M :

· You must be brave, very brave to even think about running away from him. Changkyun shows no mercy and sadly, you're not an exception

· You'll barely have the chance to step out of your room before he catches you red-handed, enjoying the frightened look on your pretty little face

· "Hm, I don't remember telling you to leave your room. Or did I? Maybe you'll help refresh my memory, darling?"

· The male will happily remind you of the rules that you must follow — although his method of teaching will be way less fun for you

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euphoricsunflowers · 4 years ago

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nervous — son hyunwoo/shownu

a/n: sorry it’s been a while since i released anything :,( but i hope you like this!! pls enjoy me being so helplessly in love with shownu <3

word count: 1.6k

content: sub!shownu, dom!fem!reader (not she/her pronouns but afab!), honestly very light dom/sub roles but they are still there, pegging, fingering (m receiving), handjobs(m receiving), edging (very soft tho), not really an aftercare scene but they talk at the end, mention of eating at the end

summary: shownu finally lets you peg him and he can’t help loving it.

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he was nervous. you can tell by the way he watches you like a hawk and lies dead still just how nervous he was. you both lie on his bed with you straddling his hips, and you rub your hand on his shoulder to soothe his nerves, “woo, baby, we don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable with it.”

“no. no, i wanna do it. i wanna do it for you,” he mutters, “you’re always so receptive to the things i want, i want to do the same.”

“but you’ll tell me if you’re at all uncomfortable, right? the last thing i’d want is to make you endure and suffer in silence just to please me, okay?” his eyes soften with your words, and he nods silently, “words, woo, please.”

“i promise i’ll tell you if it’s too much or if i’m uncomfortable, i promise,” he assures, holding your hand as he smiles up at you.

you had asked to peg him a while ago, and back then, he never would have imagined himself saying yes. he didn’t have any problem with not being in control, but he wasn’t exactly enthusiastic about the idea of something in his ass at the time.

but now? he wanted it more than anything. so, of course, he was nervous, but seeing that gleeful smile on your face when he shyly said you could give it a shot if you still wanted to makes the whole experience worth it.

and now you straddle him, leaning down to press kisses to his soft, doll-like lips. he’s always fascinated by your obsession with his lips, but he’s not against the kisses so rough that they bruise his lips and he’s sure by the way you stare at them even more that you’re not either.

eventually, you finally start to press kisses to his jaw, leaving the room to be filled with the sounds of your lips against his skin and his heavy breaths, “baby,” he murmurs, “don’t tease me, please.”

he hears you giggle softly as you come up from kissing his neck, “sorry, angel. do you want me to touch you a little bit before we get into the main event?”

“i- yeah, please,” he murmurs, and you adjust yourself to his side as you run your fingers against his length faintly. not enough to pull a strong reaction out of him, but enough for him to feel it. your hand wraps around his cock as you start to move your hand up and down, and finally, you start to hear those incredibly soft, breathy moans that you love to hear.

“do you like that, baby?” you ask, smiling as he groans out a soft ‘yes, thank you’, always so polite when he’s in this submissive role. you continue the same motions a bit more firmly as his eyes flutter closed at the sweet feeling of your touch.

he groans softly, “i’m close,” and that’s when you slow your hand down, leaving him clueless as to why he was being edged, “wait! please, i was so-”

“shh, i know you wanna cum, but you’re gonna feel so, so good soon, angel. you just gotta trust me,” you whisper, “i’m gonna put some lube on my fingers, and i’m gonna prep you a little bit. is that okay?”

“yeah, that’s… fine. just go slow, please?”

“of course, woo,” you murmur with a kiss to his forehead as you rub the cold lube against your fingers to warm it slightly, adjusting yourself once more to be between his legs, “okay, i’m just gonna start with one. if at any moment you’re uncomfortable, tell me and we can stop.”

he nods, and you press a finger against his hole, barely entering the first knuckle before you stop to let him get used to it, “o-oh, that feels- that feel really weird.”

“like bad weird?”

“like weird weird, it’s not bad, just weird,” he says, biting his pretty bottom lip as you start to wiggle your finger just a bit, slowly sliding in the next knuckle. he doesn’t seem to be in any pain, but you still wait a moment before making the same small circular motions with your finger.

“tell me how it feels, woo,” you murmur.

“it’s feels oddly good, but still really weird,” he breathes, starting to wiggle his hips to feel a bit more now that he’s a bit more comfortable with the feeling, “can you- can you add more?”

“of course,” you press a second finger in, and for a moment he regrets asking, but the discomfort doesn’t last too long, and soon enough he finds himself moving his hips around like before.

“more, please,”

you smile, “i’m really happy you’re liking this, woo. you’re doing so well,” you start to move your fingers a bit faster and a bit more intensely, and he lets out his first real and loud moan of the night, his hand almost moving to cover his mouth, but he doesn’t stop himself. his cheeks flush slightly, but he knows you like how he sounds. as much as it makes him shy, he wants to please you more, “you’re adorable, my sweet boy.”

“please,” he groans all flustered, “can you, uhm- can you do it now?”

as much as you were absoutely ready to fuck him till he realizes just how amazing it feels, you couldn’t help teasing him just a bit, “mmmh, do what, baby? what do you want me to do?”

“please fuck me now,” he murmurs, and he’s just too sweet not to give in to.

“alright, angel, sit tight,” you pull your fingers out of him and get the strap on ready as he sits with all those nerves, so nervous but you seem so in your element that he doesn’t want to stop now. he wants to experience this.

though, a moment before you go for it, you still ask one last time, “and you’re sure you still want this?”

“yes, please,” he pleads, and you take a breath before going for it. you push in slowly, panicking slightly at the way his face scrunches up a bit, but he doesn’t say anything.

“woo? are you alright?”

he stutters like he doesn’t even know himself, “i- uh, yeah, please just- give me a minute.”

“of course, baby. let me know when you’re feeling more comfortable,” you murmur as you press a kiss to his palm, holding his hand while he adjusts to the new feeling.

moments pass, when finally he mutters a small, “can i try something?” and you nod. he does the same movement with his hips that he did before, but this time he gasps. it worries you for a second, but he groans, “oh my god, that feels- fuck, that feels good. can you move now?” you respond by pulling out just a bit just to push back in with a bit of force, “oh fuck, keep doing that. please, that’s so good.”

you fuck him rather gently by your standards, but he feels so alive, like every nerve in his body is lit on fire, it’s so overwhelming. it’s still just so much, and he can’t help but wonder how it can even get better than this.

and then your strap brushes his prostate on one of your thrusts, and he quite literally cries out, moaning loudly.

initially you thought you were being too aggressive too quickly, and so you slow down to ask, “are you okay? did that hurt?” but he shakes his head, running his fingers through his hair.

“i don’t know what that was, but god that felt good,” and that makes you realize what really happened, and you make a point to try and hit that spot again the way you did it by accident, drawing even more loud and almost pornographic moans out of him.

his voice is so beautiful and you never get to hear it this intensely. usually it’s all so soft and under his breath, but you’re getting all of him now, and now that you have it you’ll never want to give it up.

“i- fuck i’m already so close,” he cries out.

“you can cum whenever you want, baby,” you murmur, keeping a strong pace as you use your free hand touch his aching cock to hopefully push him over the edge, and it does. he reaches up to grab your shoulders, wrapping his legs around you as his back arches and he throws his head back in utter ecstasy.

he doesn’t moan out as it hits him. in fact, he’s left so breathless as the pleasure overwhelms him that his eyes roll back in probably the most beautiful way, though he does moan as you pound into him and jerk him off through the orgasm, and quite loudly at that.

after it seems to subside, you pull out gently, and he falls back against the bed, “that was-“ he mutters, still struggling to find the words and to catch his breath, “that was incredible.”

“yeah? i’m glad you thought it was, angel. you did so well. let’s clean up, okay?”

“...can we eat first?”

you chuckle, only happiness in your heart as you gaze at him, messy hair and covered in sweat and cum. even though just looking at him makes you want so much more from him (god you want nothing more to use this beauty for your own pleasure) that’s for a different time, because today was about him. “after, sweetheart, i promise.”

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daydreamnu · 4 years ago

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The After | Shownu [M]

✧ characters: hyunwoo (shownu) x female reader ✧ word count: 4.5k ✧ genre: one-shot, smut, angst, post-breakup ✧ warnings: brief language, emotions pertaining to a break-up and heartbreak, mature content (sex), break-up sex, explicit descriptions of sex, oral sex (female & male giving/receiving), slight overstimulation, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, size-difference, body hair/neatly trimmed southern forests~ do not read if you are under the age of 18. ✧ summary: what happens after a breakup? ✧ A/N: after 11 months I am finally done with this. I began this during the end months of a dying relationship that I had been emotionally checked out of for quite some time beforehand--it is certainly an outlet for what I was experiencing at the time. as such, please forgive the indulgence (as well as if it’s a little subpar--my emotions were messy and I am ready to move on from this fic). thank you for reading! please consider leaving a like, comment, or reblog if you enjoyed this ^^

Three brass numbers stare back at you, their dulled shine throwing your distorted reflection in your face. Behind those numbers, a different life was lived—one that saw more smiles on your face and laughter tightening your belly. Now, they served as a jabbing reminder to that past life.

You let out a huff, expelling those pleasant memories past your lips to wither in the air with the last remnants of summer. Your knuckles tap twice on the rough grain of the door before falling to your side, your fingers fiddling with the cuff of your jacket sleeve to calm the jittery flutters of your stomach.

A muffled shuffling can be heard from the other side before a brief pause. The deadbolt clicks back and the door creaks open slowly. His presence finds you with a gentle wave of warmth like a lingering stream of sunlight that never quite liked having to yield to the moon just yet.

You cannot look him in the eyes, not yet, so you settle for somewhere in the middle of his chest, although, it is not much of an improvement. The smooth mounds of his pecs are outlined by his white t-shirt and it takes all of one heartbeat to remember how his muscles feel under your hands. Your breath stutters in your chest and the greeting that perched on your tongue plummets off.

He, it seems, is content to wait for your silent spell to lift.

It takes effort, to push those memories and sounds away, but you hurriedly shove them back into that box in the neglected corner of your mind and slide the lock in place.

“Hey, Hyunwoo,” you say to his shoulder instead.

He shifts to the side, opening the door all the way to let you in. “You made it,” he answers, something grated catching the tail end of his words. But, it is gone before the next comes, “I could have dropped the box off at your work. Save you the time.”

You step over the threshold, the box in question sits ahead on the coffee table in the living room. A life condensed to one cardboard cube. You shake your head at his suggestion and reach into your pocket to retrieve a set of keys, holding them up between you.

“It’s alright, I need to leave these for Mr. Lee anyway.”

Hyunwoo lets out a small hum of understanding. You still cannot look at his eyes. So, you opt to look around the apartment. It is a small space, but it feels larger now, and not because of the lack of your share of things. It is still warm, still him, but a definite something is gone. You do not have to stretch your thoughts much as to what.

A melancholic twinge pinches your heart and the urge to grab the box and leave immediately shoots through you.

“I think I got everything in there,” he is saying now, a tanned hand reaching up to play with the hair at the back of his neck, “but you might want to look around to make sure.”

“Okay.”

There is a pause; It is deep and full of questions, but Hyunwoo does not push. You don’t have the answers, anyway.

“Hey,” he says then, quietly, testing the waters at your toes, and carefully steps to you again. “It’s good to see you.”

You can hear the unsaid words and bite down hard on the inside of your cheek to stop the ones you want to say.

“You cut your hair,” he continues. Unconsciously your hand reaches up to finger the freshly blunted ends; an impulsive decision in the tumult of your emotions. Strong fingers gently pull the lock of hair from your own and he thumbs the strands fondly.

Unwillingly, your eyes look up to find his. He’s staring at you, his chocolate eyes lightened and burning with the setting sun coming through the window. Fondness clouds his gaze, but something else cowers behind it; a fresh wound still too raw and bleeding to cover. He’s letting you glimpse it, you know, but he won’t speak of its pain out loud, content to bury it under a thick facade so it doesn’t lash out and cut you, too.

But that makes you hurt all the more, to see him hide his pain, to know he’s hurting like you but is still too in love to lay bare the full brunt of it to you. He still protects you— after every ugly thing that happened—an action as natural to him as breathing. It’s infuriating. You want to scream at him to show you, to let you share in the burden that both of you are carrying.

It takes a moment to register the touch, your senses otherwise occupied with your thoughts, his proximity, and the comforting scent that clings to his tee. Your now empty fingers twitch, wanting to gather the fabric and remove it from him.

Instead, they rise, pressing into the firm skin of his forearm to nudge his hand away.

“I’m gonna take a look around, now.”

It doesn’t take long, but you find a handful of forgotten things—a tube of lipstick at the back of a drawer, a pair of slippers kicked under the bed, and a few shirts mixed in with his. You add them into the box and close it. A crease appears between your brows as you take in the size of the box; it’s a little too wide for you to be able to carry comfortably. Before you can wrestle with the indecision to ask Hyunwoo for help, he offers it for you. You quietly accept with a nod and sidestep to move past him but are stopped by his fingers on your wrist.

He smooths a thumb over the sensitive skin, a habit he picked up after arguments when he couldn’t find the right words to say. A silent request; a plea.

“Stay,” he whispers, bowing his head to rest atop of yours.

It’s a familiar feeling—the weight of his head on yours, the rough pad of his thumb smearing unspoken words across the canvas of your wrist, and the way his breath against your ear wakes something deep at the bottom of your belly.

It’s a feeling you know and yearn for when the moon is the only one to see your tears; when the nights feel too cold and hollow for the season. It’s an ache that sits heavy behind your ribs, digging and tearing into your exposed, tender heart, and one that you wish to rid yourself of so badly regardless of the repercussions. If you give in, would you be able to staunch the flow of the reopened wound?

The decision two months ago was final, you swore, but now, with all the comfort of him right at your fingertips, that promise was beginning to fray.

When the silence stretches too far, and your answer dances tauntingly out of reach, Hyunwoo’s fingers slide a warming trail up the inside of your arm.

“Just for tonight.”

Once. Only once wouldn’t hurt, right? He wants this as bad as you—it’s evident in the way his breaths come quicker and the weight of him against your side. This could heal you both, could dislodge that lump in your chest that makes it so hard to breathe every day.

But you think of the wound it is covering, preventing the full flow of the pain from seeping down to break your brittle bones. A scab that should remain untouched. This could hurt you more, prolonging the healing and stoking your suffering into even greater anguish.

Hyunwoo’s fingers have found their way to your jaw and he tilts your head up to his, catching your eyes before you can make yourself look away. Dusky pink and lavender light bloom in his eyes and contour his face, tinting his skin with a soft golden glow and sighing sweet longings onto his lips.

His expression isn’t hard to read, for once, his emotions and intent displayed openly across his features.

Your resolve wavers, the thread of your promise struggling to stay whole. But, with the way he looks at you, the way he feels against you, the way the unbearable need kicks restlessly against its bony confines, you don’t imagine the thread can hold on any longer.

And so, it snaps.

You lean into his chest and close your eyes, parting your lips to await the arrival of your salvation. Hyunwoo dips his head to brush the petals of his lips against yours, testing, before pressing for a deeper kiss that breaks open the floodgates.

A heat, a relief, surges over your worn nerves, so intensely that it has you stifling a cry against his mouth. For the first time in weeks, you are touched by the sun, given the grace of its warm refuge within the circle of his arms.

At once the pain against your heart ceases; a warmer, happier, lighter thing blooming in its place. The frigid, lonely nights of the past months fade to the background, succumbing to the scorching flames of the reddening sunset. The joy of having him again, of his lips searing white-hot love against your skin, blinds you to the steady trickle of a freshly reopened wound and the poison it seeps into your marrow.

Hyunwoo pulls you closer until your heartbeats thrum together, chests rising and falling with shared breaths. He continues kissing you with an insatiable hunger, one hand cradling the back of your head and the other splayed across the small of your back. His larger frame cradles you against the firmness of his torso and your fingers delight in the discovery of his heated abdomen beneath his shirt. Skimming tips over his happy trail, you take your time ascending. You can map out all that you feel under your palms with your eyes closed—the small mole here, the raised scar there, the dips between his formed muscles. It is all familiar and just as enticing as before.

Your hands reach his collarbones and spread outwards towards his shoulders, curving over the rounded and tensed muscles. A gentle tug against his shirt has him reluctantly releasing you to raise his arms and his shirt is removed with a hurried flourish.

The sun delights in peppering gold and red-tinged kisses against his skin and you find yourself wanting to follow suit. Hyunwoo’s hands reach for you again, wrapping around your waist as yours find home tangled in his hair. A contented sigh flows from his throat and over his kiss-swollen lips at the contact.

He angles down to tongue indigo flowers against your neck, nibbling lightly with white teeth when it coaxes those breathy noises from you he so loves. Wide hands travel south to cup your ass, giving an appreciative squeeze before descending lower and you react to the familiar request. You stand on the tips of your toes, pulling yourself up in time to the lift of his sturdy arms.

Hyunwoo smiles up at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners in the way that always has your heart oozing in love. There is a small moment, taken by you both, to simply look at one another, eyes locked and air stalled in lungs.

But now you can see the finer details—the deep purple crescents that color the skin under his eyes, and the way the stubble across the cut of his jaw and upper lip fails to hide the fact that his cheeks are not as full. You are sure your face mirrors what you find in his, but does it hurt him the same way it does you? Does his heart clench in guilt for the sleepless nights and untouched meals, too?

You almost want to ask, but instead, brush away the inky fringe from his forehead.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” you say with a kiss to his cheek.

He moves, walking with easy footsteps away from the living room and down the short hallway to the room.

He places you down gently at the edge of the bed and you remain sitting, eyes level with his navel. The trail of black hairs disappears beneath the low rise of his charcoal grey joggers and you wet your lips at the thought of where they lead. Your focus moves to the ‘v’ of his hips, a little more prominent now, likely suffering a similar fate as his cheeks. A surge of guilt rakes across the weeping edges of your heart—a reminder that it is a result of your actions.

You lean forward, shifting slightly to place your lips against his left hip—your own plea for forgiveness. Deliberately, you mark affection-tinted kisses down his hip until you are stopped by the waist of his sweats. You withdraw a fraction, ghosting light breaths against his goose-bumped skin until you reach his right hip and repeat your actions. By the time you reach the end of the line, his breaths are coming in shaky, shallow huffs, and there is a noticeable strain under the grey fabric.

A midnight blue nail hooks the waistband and drags it down until the upper line of curly black hair appears. Your eyes glance up to find his looking down at you, hooded and churning with a deep well of need. He doesn’t move—controlling and holding back with well-practiced patience. But that doesn’t fool you—beneath the calm veneer a golden lion waits, eyes fixed on you to find the perfect opportunity to pounce and gain the upper hand. For now, he lets you lead and play with your pretend hold of power. The thought has warmth spreading through your belly to gather in a burning sunspot between your thighs.

Holding Hyunwoo’s gaze, you slowly pull his sweats all the way down, allowing yourself to delight in the way his thickly muscled thighs feel under your fingertips. He steps out, kicking the bundled fabric to the side before resuming his position before you.

The length of his cock is lightly veined, rushing scorching blood to the swollen head that has already begun to bead with translucent pearls. You can taste him already and eagerly wrap a hand around his base, leaning in to lead the tip to your mouth.

From your periphery, you spy his hands move to the back of your head, but he pauses just before he can gather your hair between his fingers, and drops them back to his sides.

No, you think, bring them back. Pull my hair and guide my head like those many passion-fueled nights where we couldn’t contain ourselves. You didn’t want him to restrain himself; you needed to know that he still wanted you in all the ways he did before, even if only for this brief moment. You shed your protective walls, opting instead to expose the rawness of your emotions and give in to their whispers, but Hyunwoo is fighting his. Where he seemed so sure of what he wanted back in the living room, he now looked to be warring with his inner turmoil—unsure if he can really give in and give you every last splintered shard of his destroyed heart. The whole of it is already yours, anyway.

But you want it, want him and are more than willing to give him all the broken pieces of yourself. If only to feel whole again for one night. To have him mend you and make you complete.

You want to do the same in return. Let us pretend that we can stitch each other back together. Please.

And so you ask him for such, lifting his larger hand in yours and painting rouge blossoms across the rise of his knuckles. He opens his fist, turning it up and softly caressing your cheek. You lean into it as he rubs a line over your cheekbone.

“Don’t hold back,” you murmur into the heel of his palm.

He watches your eyes for a moment, quickly made decisions flickering behind his pupils. He nods once, pushing his hand up through your hair to rest slightly at the back of your skull. A gentle smile sits in the corner of his lips, one that holds years of fondness and familiarity at the act. With a light touch of pressure, he coaxes you forward and you take him into your mouth. The salt of him on your tongue has your pupils dilating with pleasure.

Despite being a bit too large for your mouth, you take in as much of him as you can. With steady movements and practiced touches that know exactly how to elicit the soft moans that spill over the pillow of his lips, you pleasure him. You bring him to the edge several times, delighting in the way his abs flex to stave off his release. A hard suck on the head of his cock has a loud whoosh of air gushing out of his open mouth, resulting in a fisted hand in your hair pulling you off. Saliva dribbles down your chin as you grin up at him, his pupils blown wide.

Hyunwoo runs a thumb over your bottom lip to clean away the remaining spit before dipping it between your lips. You roll your tongue along the digit and suck. He smiles and withdraws his hand to grip your chin and brush a kiss to your temple.

“Good girl,” he whispers into your hair. “It’s my turn now.”

His hands curve over your shoulders, pressing you back against the mattress. Rough fingertips tickle the bare skin under the hem of your shirt before he lays his palms flat over your sides, pushing up your shirt as he explores the smoothness of your tummy. You lie there, watching the ever-growing desire pool deeply in his eyes. His hands reach the rounds of your breasts and you arch up into the touch—he takes advantage of your movement and makes quick work of the clasp of your bra. Together, he helps you remove both garments.

Hyunwoo’s lips waste no time in latching onto the already peaked buds of your nipples. He dotes on each in turn; massaging, licking, sucking, tweaking, until you are melting and whining under his touch. He plays your body so well and you are already begging to return to how things used to be. Your heart plays tricks on your brain and for a moment, as Hyunwoo descends with a trail of wet kisses, you believe that maybe you two can work this out. Maybe you can glue the splintered pieces back together despite the gashes being sliced into your hands.

But that makes you a fool. Your mind knows this, but your heart has covered its ears and refuses to listen. ‘Maybe! Maybe!’ it shouts.

Your hands reach out to card through Hyunwoo’s hair as he slips off your pants and pushes open your thighs. All thoughts of who to listen to vanish with a single lick of his tongue over your folds.

He eats you with a ravenous hunger—not the gentle, loving Hyunwoo of typical days gone by, but the starving, mind consumed with only one goal-Hyunwoo who has not tasted you in far too long. He works you over with his skilled tongue, lapping up every drop you have to give between the mind-numbing sucking his plump lips bestow upon your swollen clitoris.

And just as pleading whimpers tumble from you in rapid succession, he slides two fingers into your heat and beckons for you to let go.

You come undone into his waiting mouth and he lets out an audible moan, devouring you more until you writhe in overstimulation under his strong grip.

“Hyun-Hyunwoo,” you stutter, hands uselessly swatting his head away, “Too much!”

He removes his lips with one last wet kiss and his hands instantly wrap around your ankles.

“Come here,” he says, a command wrapped in a low growl rumbles from his chest. He tugs you down closer to the edge of the bed and taps your hip. A silent signal.

You flip over obediently, coyly wiggling your ass in front of him.

“Fuck,” he whispers.

An impatient hand digs into the soft curve of your hip, the other hand, you imagine, is wrapped tightly around his cock. It makes you drool at the thought.

You let out a soft mewl as he slides his length between your dripping lips, covering it with your slick arousal. He is already hot against you and your muscles clench tightly in desperate need to have him inside already.

Never one to make you wait, Hyunwoo answers your wish and pushes himself in deep. A shiver dances down your spine at every delicious inch of him you feel slide inside. His fingers are locked in a vice grip on your hips but you welcome the bite of pain; bruises mean nothing when he is buried in you.

“Move, please,” you gasp, breathless to feel more.

He cedes to your body in an instant, allowing himself to drive into you in a euphoric state. Each stroke is purposeful with careful intent to coax out the utmost pleasure for you both, but that does not mean it lacks any power.

His thighs and balls slap against you in a lewd rhythm, and he plunges inside of you so passionately that strength quickly leaves your arms. You bury your face into the sheets and let your eyes close, ignoring the string of drool that leaks from your open mouth.

God, you missed being thrust into oblivion by this man.

A tense arm slips around your waist and a sticky heat drapes over your back as Hyunwoo pulls your bodies closer together. His lips find your shoulder before biting down, sending a burst of pleasure spiking through your blood. He nudges your head sideways, exposing your neck and littering it with destitute kisses and not-so-gentle nips.

“You feel so fucking good. So wet,” he whispers, tugging on your earlobe as his fingers gather the wetness between your legs.

“Only for you.”

He hums approvingly and guides you back down on all fours, picking back up his almost desperate pace.

“Deeper,” you beg.

Hyunwoo grunts behind you and rocks you forward with a particularly hard snap of his hips. “I’m already balls deep.”

“Bullshit, I know you can do it.” Your view spins suddenly and you blink up at Hyunwoo’s large frame looming over you. A band of sweat gathers along his temple and his toned chest billows with exertion.

He cups his hands under your knees, pushing them up to your chest and out slightly. He keeps them in place by leaning forward, letting his body weight hold you down. A sharp breath is sucked into your lungs as his cock glides back in farther than before, touching the spot that has your toes curling. Your lips turn up in a triumphant smirk.

“Shut up,” Hyunwoo says in return. His pace is slower, a gentleness lacing through thanks to the close proximity of his face to yours, but the urgency and need continues to boil steadily behind his pounding heartbeat.

You take the opportunity to connect your mouth to his and your heart flutters as he responds to your kiss. It is deep and easy, communicating all wants and words that are too fragile to be spoken aloud.

Tiny cracks begin to reach out from the back recesses of your heart; damning reminders that every happy thing you are feeling now is a lie; a false mask that will shatter and break away when it ends.

And ever the fool, you jerk away from them and turn your back. You will face this setting sun and soak up every last flickering ray it has to offer.

You join Hyunwoo in this final “love”-making, imbuing each other with the last drops of your broken and bleeding hearts.

Nails cut fresh crescents into sweaty skin; tongues and teeth and lips lavish dark marks on flesh, and words of unyielding love die in the air before they can soak into souls.

A calloused hand brushes against your throbbing clit. You twine your fingers in Hyunwoo’s hair to pull him close and clench around his length. With practiced ease you bring one another tumbling over the edge in ecstasy, his hot seed spilling slowly from your slit. Your ears catch the way your name rolls off his tongue; a plea thinly disguised as a moan of pleasure.

You lie in each others’ embrace for a moment, basking in the heat and euphoria of being joined. But slowly, the warmth leeches away, sucking with it the blissful feelings. What is left is something cold and forlorn, a hollowness that gapes even wider than before.

The grip of your fingers in his hair weakens and Hyunwoo rolls off of you, careful not to touch any more of you than necessary. The loss of his comfortable weight and the emptiness as he slides out of you is a painful punch to the gut; a reminder that he is no longer yours.

He turns his back to you as he stands from the bed and gathers up his clothes. You do the same, accepting your shirt wordlessly from him when you cannot find it.

“I’ll take your box out now,” he says, pulling on a fresh shirt.

“Thanks.”

He gives a short nod but does not look at you. He is already distancing himself, but that small action feels as if he is standing on the other side of an ocean. You suck in a tight breath, forcing the tears and the hurt to stay back. There will be time to cry later.

You follow Hyunwoo out into the hallway and to the living room. He lifts the box with ease and waits patiently for you to open the front door. A quiet goodbye leaves your lips as you give one final look over the apartment; a farewell to many happy memories and the place that housed them all.

The walk to your car is quick and quiet. Hyunwoo maneuvers the box into the backseat, shutting the door and opening yours in smooth succession.

“Thanks for your help,” you say again, slipping through the open door. He waits for you to get behind the steering wheel before closing it after you.

“No problem,” he answers through the open window, still looking anywhere but at you. “Are you sure you can carry the box on your own?”

“I’ll manage.”

An awkward silence falls heavy around you, both of you at a loss for what to say next. Before, silences with him were full and comfortable, a calm peace that never demanded more. A pause that was content to wait for words or actions. Now, it sat wavering and jagged, uncertain of what to do. Another piece of your heart chips away in response.

When the spell is finally broken, it is by a quietly whispered wish from Hyunwoo, laden with the final remaining crumbs of whatever ardent feelings he once held for you.

“Be careful.”

He looks at you, his eyes full of soft warmth. Your chest aches at the sight.

“You, too.”

One corner of his mouth lifts into a half-smile and he steps away, shoving his hands into his pockets. He watches you drive away and you watch him in the rear-view mirror, but he turns away first.

The emotional damn you hastily built up finally collapses in on itself, and through salty tears, you drive to a new, unfamiliar home.

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mxillusion · 4 years ago

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Monsta X Masterlist by mxillusion

Welcome to my Monsta X Masterlist. Here you can find everything Monsta X related that I’ve written so far, sorted by the member. Please let me know if something’s missing or not working, so I can fix it up. Please also check my prompt list, in case you want to request something and/or if you want to see where the prompts were coming from.

Happy reading! ♡

SCENARIOS // ONE SHOTS

SON HYUNWOO/SHOWNU

JUST MAKING PRETTY SECRETS TONIGHT;

You cursed this business trip from the very beginning; this whole weekend consumed all your mental strength. One night you can no longer fight this longing for him, so you find yourself in front of his hotel room to finally give in.

NOTES; scenario; 2000+ words; smut; 18+, nsfw

LEE HOSEOK/WONHO

LATE NIGHT CALL;

Things with Wonho haven’t been easy, lately. A former friendship had turned into something painful. You were both suffering, not knowing what to do. Until you decided to give him a late night call.

NOTES; scenario; 1000+ words; angst/fluff; no warnings

TODAY’S THE DAY;

You do your best to make his birthday as perfect as you can, having no clue that everything will end up in a total disaster. Why is everything going wrong when you just want him to have the birthday he deserved?

NOTES; scenario; 2700+ words; fluff ; no warnings

AND THEN THERE WAS YOU;

You vowed to yourself you’d never ever fall in love with a colleague, but ended up that road anyway. To be honest, you had no idea how this could happen to you, but it did. Hoseok caught your attention when you first saw him and from that day you knew it was impossible to fight it.

NOTES; scenario; 2000+ words; fluff; co-worker!AU, no warnings

LEE MINHYUK

YOU’RE PERFECT, I HATE IT;

You just hated him so much. Whenever he could, Minhyuk tried his best to annoy the hell out of you and even though you always tried your best to just ignore it, you had to admit that it turned out to be impossible.

NOTES; scenario; 3500+ words; fluff; college!AU; no warnings

YOO KIHYUN

ROMANCE NEXT DOOR;

Who would’ve thought you’d have someone as handsome and beautiful as him living next door? You just moved in a while ago, but he immediately caught your attention by the way he was smiling at you.

NOTES; scenario; 4800+ words; fluff; neighbor!AU; no warnings

CHAE HYUNGWON

JUST GIVE ME A SIGN;

You did it again. After everything you’ve been trough, you actually did it again. This time things will change, but you’re too afraid of it to let it happen, so you try to brush those feelings aside. But maybe things need to change.

NOTES; scenario; 2200+ words; fluff; bf!AU; no warnings

LEE JOOHEON

LOOK GOOD IN THE MOONLIGHT;

Jooheon likes teasing you. To play with you. And you are a sucker for his games. You just can’t get enough.

NOTES; drabble; 450+ words; suggestive, smut; 18+, nsfw

IM CHANGKYUN

UP WHERE WE BELONG;

You’ve spent countless days imagining, dreaming and planning your perfect wedding, but now you realized this day will be much different. Who would’ve guesst you would have to marry a stranger one day?

NOTES; scenario; 2200+ words; fluff; royal!AU; no warnings

JUST MISUNDERSTOOD;

Your relationship never was easy, you both had your issues but that didn’t stop you from getting married a few years ago. Even though you both love each other dearly, you keep messing up everything by being over emotional and acting childish and immature. But this time, everything seems to break apart ultimately.

NOTES; scenario; 2000+ words; angst; parents!AU; no warnings

SERIES // OT7 SCENARIOS

CONFESSION SERIES; shownu // wonho // minhyuk // kihyun // hyungwon // jooheon // changkyun

DRABBLES // BLURBS

kittens; changkyun (f)

first kiss; hyungwon (f)

photo shooting; kihyun (f)

sunkissed; hyungwon (f)

morning cuddles; shownu (f) dad!AU

belly-rub; changkyun (f)

freckles; jooheon (f)

tracing tattoos; changkyun (s)

cuddle-fights; jooheon (f) bf!AU

cupcake baking; kihyun (f)

cuddles + cockwarming; changkyun (s)

puppy love; minhyuk (f)

stargazing; changkyun (f)

bedroom mirror; wonho (s)

late night drives; changkyun (a)

DISCLAIMER; All actions and statements in my stories are fictional and only the source of my imagination. I do not allow any kind of translation and/or reuploads to other websides. Please don’t claim as your own.

SIDE NOTE; Please feel free to like and reblog this list and maybe consider to leave a comment, if you’ve read something, to help me improve my writing or simply lighten my day with a cute message. Thank you.

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prettywordsyouleft · 5 years ago

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More Than A Lifetime

Prompt: #191 for anon – “Why won’t they wake up?”

Anonymous said:

Hi! I’m here to help you finish your Drabble game! I love your writing! Would you feel comfortable writing the prompt “why won’t they wake up?” For Shownu of Monsta X?? Maybe some angst with a happy ending?? It’s totally ok of you don’t want to! Thank you for your time!! 💜💜💜💜

Pairing: Son Hyunwoo x reader

Genre: vampire au / angst / fluff

Warnings: mentioning of death

Word count: 1481

Glancing at the bodies before him and then back at his friend, Hyunwoo frowned. It wasn’t a situation he wanted to have a part in, and yet, he had been the one to cause such an unneeded ruckus in the first place. Guilt licked at his very existence, irking him further and he left out a frustrated breath, thrusting a hand exasperatedly at the pair seemingly in an endless slumber. “Why won’t they wake up?”

“Some transitions take time,” Hoseok murmured. However, Hyunwoo could tell the doctor beside him was as perplexed as he was. “Maybe because they were on the brink of death with their disease when you saved them-”

“Did I really save them?” Hyunwoo cut in softly, his dark eyes regarding you in particular. Your skin had been just as pallid when he met you, passing in and out of consciousness in your delirium. It had been your sister who had done the pleading for you both, holding your slumping body up despite the immense strain it was causing her to do so.

He had pitied you both but not enough to take your lives initially. Turning away, he had gone to step off when you had stumbled into his back, resting against him, chanting how cold he was to the touch. Perhaps it was your warmth, something he hadn’t had the ability to feel in decades, or the fact that your fragile heart had echoed in his mind. Hyunwoo’s resolve had broken and he had claimed your life, along with your sister’s.

Letting out an indignant scoff, Hyunwoo shook his head, answering his own question. “How is this any better than death? Being immortal is not a life one would want to have. I should have let them die. Maybe they will not make it through the change. I can only hope they find peace wherever they may be.”

Despite his statement, Hyunwoo checked in the infirmary for the following four days. On the fifth, he was stunned to find you sitting up in the bed, your back facing him. Rushing forward, he rounded the bed and stopped short when you snapped your focus towards his, narrowing your eyes immediately. He could see the changes; the colour of your eyes was once natural unlike the crimson they appeared as now. Your canines peeked out from your mouth when it fell open, and a cool breath expelled from you.

You had become a vampire after all. And Hyunwoo couldn’t help but feel taken back by how beautiful you were now with your strength returned.

However, you didn’t seem appreciative at all. “It was you, wasn’t it?”

“I don’t-”

“Fragments of your life plagued me whilst I laid here. Instead of a peaceful death, I saw nothing but bloodlust and destruction and-”

“You begged me,” he confirmed, folding his arms over his chest. “You clung to me and asked for my help. You’re not the only one who regrets such a situation.”

Opening your mouth, you changed your thought process, soon becoming thin-lipped with your frustration. The feeling was mutual, Hyunwoo wondering why he had even been excited to see you sit up. Glancing away from you, he watched the body in the bed next to yours begin to move.

“Your sister awakens. I shall leave you to your damnation together,” he announced, stalking away from your side and all the way to the study.

Closing the door with more force than necessary, Hyunwoo moved to his desk, gripping onto the table’s edge. “Why did I even bother?!”

“Because you once had a heart,” a voice replied, and the other vampire in the room smiled at him. Getting up, Jooheon approached Hyunwoo. “It doesn’t matter how long ago it stopped, you do it every time because you can’t bear to watch people suffer in their last breath.”

“Perhaps I should. She saw it as nothing but bloodlust! I’m insulted.”

Jooheon smirked. “You’re feeling again, brother.”

“It would be better that I didn’t,” Hyunwoo remarked, though he blinked slowly at Jooheon’s observation, a hand slipping to his chest. His heart laid dormant and yet, Hyunwoo was certain he felt the flicker of something.

A month passed and you had grown accustomed to your new existence. Your sister, Callie, had taken immediately to life as she saw it, her smiles encouraging warmth into the coven that had been missing for some time. Her laughter was also a stark contrast to your quietness, and when Hyunwoo entered the library, he paused when he noticed you reading over by the window.

You afforded him no greeting, your attention barely lifting from the book before you. However, when he sat down on the opposite end of the large bay window and closed his eyes as he got comfortable, you snapped your book shut swiftly. “Must you?”

“I have no interest in bothering you, Y/N. I merely am here for the afternoon sun.”

“Your mere presence is a bother to me,” you admitted and Hyunwoo smiled lazily in response. You let out a huff of air, though made no effort to depart his company either. Hyunwoo’s smile continued to grow. “Why here of all places?”

“The same reason you come to this spot as often as you do,” he told you, folding his arms loosely over his chest. “It’s the best place for the afternoon sun.”

“How did…” Trailing off, you soon fell silent and Hyunwoo peeked through one of his eyes at you. Your attention was out of the window now and he slowly opened his eyes properly, soaking you in much like he had come to re-energise in the natural warmth from outside.

He couldn’t stop the attraction he felt towards you even if you had condemned him for all he had done. Hyunwoo was captivated by the smallest details, and when you blinked, he watched as the lashes brushed over your skin before you turned to look at him. He had been certain you would have some sort of remark at his staring. Instead, you did the same back, watching him for what felt like a short eternity. It wasn’t until the sun dipped and the moon rose that he realised just how long you had been looking at one another for. Affected, he sat up suddenly, tumbling off the ledge and falling onto his hands and knees in the process.

You giggled.

Snapping his focus back to yours, it was the first time he’d seen you show any amusement within these walls. Watching the joy fill your face had been a poor decision on his behalf because it made you insatiable to Hyunwoo, his reflexes careening him back to your side, mere inches from your face.

You smiled warmly. “Why did you stop there? Isn’t it in your desires right now to take me?”

“All you see is bloodlust within me,” he reminded in a whisper, your hands reaching out to cup his face. Hyunwoo couldn’t stop his gasp with your connection to his face, nor did he refrain from nuzzling into your touch.

“You have always been the comfort I craved,” you confessed with a voice not much louder than he had been. “In death and now in… whatever I can call this.”

“Existence,” he offered and you nodded.

“It took me some time, and a few conversations with your brother to understand you. I shouldn’t have been so rude in the beginning.”

“I don’t blame you for being that way. This isn’t a life I wish upon anyone.”

“Yet you took mine anyway?”

He nodded. “Your touch back then urged me on.”

“Is it doing anything to you now?” you wondered and Hyunwoo moved through the remaining distance between you, kissing you passionately, hungrily. It had been too long since he had felt the caress of a woman, your moans and contented sighs eliciting further desire within him. As Hyunwoo laid you down upon the window’s ledge beneath him, you stopped him, clinging to him instead of continuing the heated moment. “Will you ever take another life like mine and claim her like you are about to with me?”

He shook his head adamantly. “I have never been compelled to claim anyone as my own.”

“Not even me?”

“I don’t hold ownership over you, nor if I lay with you right now, does it make you mine forever. Contrary to what is written about vampires, I don’t wish to covet anyone.”

You tilted your head. “Is that so?”

“However, I would like it very much if you remained at my side,” he concluded earnestly and you smiled with relief. Hyunwoo chuckled. “You seemed worried for a moment there.”

“Of course. I don’t want your temporary comfort, but a lifetime of it.”

Hyunwoo smiled again, kissing you affectionately. “Well, fortunately for you we have more than a lifetime together. I hope my comfort continues to be all you ever need.”

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monbangisland · 5 years ago

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COMING HOME by Lala

Wonho x reader

Bad days, you hated them. You just had the worst day of your life. At the beginning of the day, your coffee fell over your shirt so you had to wear a sweater all the day. Second, your boss asked you to do something for a meeting he had in the afternoon, you did as he asked and left all the other work you had to do. Thirty minutes before the meeting he told you that the meeting was cancelled and asked you to turn in all the other work for today before he left. You told him you hadn’t finished it and he started shouting at you, telling you you were useless. And for a perfect ending, you dropped your phone on your way to the metro station, and now the screen was completely broken.

On your way to your apartment, you were trying hard not to cry. You knew there was a reason to smile, your best friend. You and Hoseok shared an apartment, but when he had a comeback he stayed in the dorms with the boys. The reason why you were sharing an apartment was because your friend that lived with you, Suni, moved in with her boyfriend, and you couldn’t afford to pay the rent all by yourself, since you were saving money for a car.

When you finally arrived, you were exhausted, all you wanted to do was eat ramen and watch a movie with Hoseok, he promised to be at home tonight since it was thursday and it was Halloween. You were going to watch horror movies even if you got scared, actually it was your excuse to get him to cuddle with you while sleeping.

“Hoseok, I’m home” - you shouted while closing the door. You thought it was weird because when he’s home at least one light is turned on. But everything remained dark.

You turned on the lights, no sign of his shoes nor his coats nor his slippers. What the hell is going on? You looked around the living room, the pictures of his family were gone, you went to his room and it was empty. The bed had no covers, the bathroom door was open and it didn’t had his beauty supplies. His closet was empty too, and you felt like something was missing.

You went back to the living room, and looked for your phone, when you found it, you tried to call him. Failed, it went direct to voicemail. You decided to call the next person you trust the most from the boys

“Hello?” - he spoke from the others side of the line

“Hello? Kihyun? Is everything fine? Did I do something wrong?” - you asked and started to tear up

“Y/N, are you ok?” - he asked you

“He left” - is all you managed to say

“I know, the company and we tried hard to convince him to stay but he just didn’t listen” - Kihyun sounded sad and disappointed

“What are you talking about Ki?” - I was completely confused

“Wait, you didn’t heard the news? so what were you talking about?” - Kihyun was now confused

“Ki, he took all his stuff and left. I don’t know what I did wrong, but that doesn’t matter, he left ‘Monsta X’ as well? why?”

“Y/n, we’ll talk later, we’re going to a meeting right now. See you, ok?” - Kihyun hung up and left you more confused and sad.

You went through the media and read the news. Everything was full with comments about your best friend, about his past. They’d been targeting him with this for a while now and he never mentioned a single thing about it to you. And the worst part of it, is that you never noticed it, you were so immersed in your things that you didn’t take the time to read the news about your best friend. About his past, he never mentioned a single thing about it to you and you respected his decision, and now this happens. You felt sorry for him, you knew him, he has a huge heart and you didn’t care what he had done before, everyone makes mistakes. Right now, you were more worried about how the comments were going to affect him and the guys. Gosh, the guys must be devastated.

You took a sit on the couch, next to it was a wooden table that had a photo of you and Hoseok. It was a gift he gave you for your last birthday, under the photo, there was a letter. You noticed it and immediately opened it and when you found out from who it was you started crying.

Dear Y/N

Sorry for not being with you this Halloween, but at this time maybe you have heard the news. I don’t want to disappoint you, and I don’t want people following me outside our place, so that’s why I decided to leave. I don’t know how to tell you everything, there are some things that are true but there are others that are not. So please, don’t believe everything you see in the media. I will try my best to prove my innocence and I will come back to you, and I’ll make you feel proud of me. Please, wait for me. I will always be by your side, never forget that.

Forever yours,

Hoseok

Your sobs were so loud and you couldn’t control yourself. You wanted to help him, you wanted him to know that you were proud of him, and above all you realized how much you needed him in your life. You just stayed there crying on the couch, feeling lonely and broken. You didn’t realized it had passed a long time until you heard a knock on the door. You went running to open it and you found six pair of glassy eyes looking at you. The boys were at your door, all with the same blank expression. When they saw you with your reddish eyes, Jooheon immediately hugged you and started crying, followed by Minhyuk, Changkyun, Kihyun, Hyungwon and Hyunwoo. All of you were crying messes and couldn’t even speak properly. The hug made you feel comforted and loved, actually you knew that you had to support them too, they were suffering just as much as you.

After a while, the guys fell asleep in your living room. You wanted tea to calm your nerves, so you decided to move Changkyun’s head carefully, which was lying on your shoulder. You put his head against the sofa and went to the kitchen.

“Have you eaten? Are you hungry?” suddenly Kihyun appeared in the kitchen, a little bit sleepy.

“No, I’m not hungry. And you? Want something to eat?” you turned around and looked at him, his eyes were red and he looked sad. You closed the gap between you two and gave him a hug. It wasn’t just because he needed it, you also needed it too.

“A cup of tea would be great. And Y/N... thanks” he said while placing his chin on the top of your head

“Thanks? for what Ki?” you asked him confused. You didn’t move, you just stayed there in his arms.

“For the hug. I really needed it” he moved a little bit and looked at you, with a sad smile.

“You’re welcome Ki, I needed the hug too. And besides, I’m always here for you, never forget that” you caressed his cheek and smiled back at him.

“I know, and you can count on us too. You’re not alone Y/N, you know that right?” he was worried because he knew that now, you felt alone.

“I know, you guys are so sweet with me. I’ll manage to take care of myself, but I’m still sad you know, he was suffering and I never realized it. I’m the worst best friend in the whole world” you started to tear up again

“Hey, hey. He knew you were dealing with your own stuff. He asked us to keep this from you, because he knew that the moment you realized the huge mess he was into, you would leave everything you had to do to be with him” Kihyun caressed your hair.

“That’s why I’m his best friend, Ki. Because I want to support him, be there for him in this situation. Oh my God, he must be really devastated, and I’m just here, doing nothing” you complained.

“Calm down Y/N. You know what? You’re doing a lot, because even with all the bullshit being told about him, you’re still standing for him, you trust him. So, I know Hoseok, and that’s valuable for him” he reassured you

“Ki, can I ask you something?” you were curious about his future in the group so you decided to ask him.

“What is it?” he looked worried at you.

“Do you think he will come back? I’m not only asking if I’ll see him again, I’m asking if he’ll be part of the group if this intense gossip calms down one day” you looked at your slippers, you couldn’t look at him.

“The police is holding an investigation, so if he turns out to be innocent, that I know he will, I’m sure he’ll be at the door, knocking because he will be so anxious to see you. But… as for the group, I don’t know for sure. The company was harsh on him, and our manager told him that if he was going to leave, we’ll continue without him, and there was no chance to get him back” Kihyun broke the hug, and walked to the stove, the water for the tea was ready so he turned off the stove.

“Oh… I see…” the idea of him, not being part of Monsta X was killing you. He worked so hard, and now, everything he worked for is literally gone.

“But, no matter what, we’re brothers and we will support him in whatever he decides to do. We’re nothing without him and you know that” Kihyun said, you could see the pain in his facial expression.

You didn’t know what to do, you were worried for the guys, you were worried for Hoseok. And at the same time, you were worried about yourself, you knew that you needed him in your life, and without him you felt like something was missing.

“Come on, let’s go to the living room, I heard the guys talking so maybe they are awake. Let’s see if they are hungry” he handed you your cup of tea and led you to the living room…

Days started to pass, the guys were presenting their new album in music shows. They looked sad, as much as they tried to hide it. There was a huge hole that couldn’t be filled, not only in the group, but also in your heart. You saw how the guys started to overwork themselves, trying to keep their head busy. You went twice a week to the dorms or the studio, and prepared food for them. They gave you huge hugs and invited you to stay with them, at the beginning you didn’t want to stay. But as the days kept passing by, the memories in your apartment kept on killing you slowly, so you decided to stay with them the days you brought food. The nights with the boys consisted on staying at the studio, watching them how they argued about the new songs. They were under so much stress that one night they started to shout at each other. You could hear them shouting, you were worried about them saying things they shouldn’t say to each other so you decided to intervene.

“This is not going to work” Jooheon said disappointed

“What? What are you talking about? We NEED to make it work Jooheon” Hyunwoo said

“Oh come on man, let’s be honest with each other. We need him, a lot of our fans left because of his departure and it’s even harder to try to continue like everything is fine when we know it is not” Changkyun added

“Guys come on please don’t be like this” Kihyun said desperate

“We’re overworked Kihyun, and the album we prepared in english comes with his voice too, we can’t re-record the whole album again. You think that this is easy for us? To get hate because of his decision? “ Hyungwon was starting to raise his voice

“We’re not re-recording it. The album stays just like it is” Hyunwoo said

“I’m telling you Son, this is going to be a failure. We should take a break” Jooheon implied firmly

“A break? are you guys serious? what about the fans that stayed for you? they need you too. And for the album, this is your last album with him, you shouldn’t be thinking on re-recording it” you spoke loud enough for them to listen to you

“And now here she comes, what makes you think that you can give an opinion here?” Jooheon was pissed

“I-I just…” you couldn’t speak properly

“As far as I know your boyfriend decided to leave, and you’re not part of the group either, so why are you giving your opinion?” Jooheon looked at you with red eyes, you could see stress taking the best of him, this wasn’t the Jooheon you knew

“JOOHEON STOP! Y/N is just trying to help, you shouldn’t treat her like this” Minhyuk raised his voice for the first time in the night

“He’s right though” Changkyun added

“GUYS! She’s trying to support us, and you treat her like this?” Kihyun started to get mad

“You’re going to defend her too?” Jooheon asked

“Jooheon, calm down” Kihyun tried to calm him down but he failed

“Oh come on, you’re defending her because you like her Yoo” Jooheon snapped

“JOOHEON!” Hyunwoo shouted

“I-I’ll better get going. I’m sorry, I was trying to help but I see not all of you are glad about it” tears started to stream down your face as you turned around and started to walk.

“Y/N WAIT!” Hyungwon said, but it was too late, you already closed the door and started to walk back to where you lived…

After that day, you barely talked to the guys. They kept on calling you but you never answered your phone. A message from Jooheon and another one from Changkyun, asking you for your forgiveness, but you decided to not read them. Jooheon even sent you a little gift to your house, but you just left it on the table, never looking at what it was. The album came out, and hearing Hoseok’s voice in english made you nostalgic. You were so proud of how much he had improved his english, and suddenly you started to remember those days when he asked you for your help, so you tried to hold a conversation with him, but it was hard for him. You found it cute when he blushed every time he messed up or when you were asking him something in english and he didn’t understand a single thing, you loved his confused expression. As you kept on remembering those moments, all the other memories of him you were trying so hard to keep down had started to come back to you, like a huge wave. His laugh when you both saw TV shows or movies, the memories of the both of you playing games late at night when he had free time. The memories of his cuddles when you came back home after a long or bad day at work, even if he came late, he could tell that you needed cuddles and never complained about hearing you complain about your shitty boss or how competitive your colleagues were. You missed eating ramen next to the window, you both loved to contemplate the sky at night. Your tears were streaming down your face and you realized something: you were in love with him. Many of your friends told you that you were in love but you were scared to accept it. And you came to accept your feelings when he’s gone, how curious, right? You decided to keep on listening to the album for the entire night, his sweet voice helped you to sleep that day…

One night you heard a knock on your door.

“Y/N, I know you’re in there, please open the door” it was Kihyun. You opened the door and found a really tired Kihyun, they must be back from the States

“Hey, Ki” was all you could say.

“I thought you wouldn’t open the door” he admitted

“Why wouldn’t I?” you asked confused

“You haven't answered our calls. Jooheon and Changkyun sent you a bunch of messages but you didn’t answer them either” Kihyun looked worried.

“I just thought you needed space, I needed it too” you looked down.

“Y/N, don’t ever think you aren’t important to us, ok? That day, we were all mad and disappointed, it-it has been hard” Kihyun hugged you really tight, you were about to break down in tears.

“I know I know, shh. Calm down, I’m here ok. I just felt sad and like a burden to you guys, but I could never be mad at you. You’re all I have here” you stated

“have you heard about Jooheon?” Kihyun asked

“That he’s taking a break? Yeah, I wanted to see him but I’m scared he wouldn’t want to see me” you replied

“Girl, he needs to see you. Specially after what happened, he feels guilty” he said caressing your cheek

“Do you know where he is?” you asked him

“Come, I’ll take you there” he took your hand and led the way.

You went to his favorite restaurant and ordered food, his favorite. While you were waiting, you chatted with Kihyun about everything. How you were doing on your job, he told you about the adventures they had during their trip to the States and how much they had enjoyed it, even with all the difficulties they had.

“You know, we saw Hoseok” Kihyun suddenly said

“What? When? Where?” you asked confused

“He had to come to the company due to the investigation. We went for lunch together, he was actually fine. He has been eating well and doing exercise” Kihyun looked at me with curiosity

“O-oh that’s nice” you said sadly. You were wondering why he didn’t come to your house, why he didn’t talk to you at least.

“He asked why you weren’t there” he said and took your hand.

“W-What?” you asked

“Yup, he almost fought Changkyun after we told him about that night. Changkyun ended up running all around Jooheon’s flat and it was hilarious” Kihyun laughed as he remembered the day they saw Hoseok

“Mmm, he shouldn’t have done that” you said

“Why not? they didn’t fight actually, they were just messing around. They missed each other so much” he said but as he saw that you were uncomfortable talking about him, he dropped the topic. Fortunately, the food arrived and you finally forgot about it.

You both arrived at Jooheon’s place, Kihyun called him and he opened the door for us. When he opened, he was surprised when he saw you.

“Y-Y/N? You’re here” he engulfed you in a hug, you felt tears falling down on his cheeks

“Hey, hey it’s ok. I’m here” you tried to calm him down

“I’m so sorry, what I said that day was awful, the way I treated you, I-I” he didn’t stop hugging you

“Jooheon, it’s ok, I forgive you” you broke the hug and looked at him

“You really do?” he asked with hope in his eyes

“Yeah I do, and sorry for not replying to your messages, I was a little hurt and sad” you admitted

“You don’t have to apologize, I understand” he said

“Now let’s get in, you need to eat” you told him

“Y/N, I’ve missed you” Jooheon said

“I missed you too guys, a lot” tears streamed again down your face as you realized how much you missed them.

“Come on guys, the food is getting cold” Kihyun said while entering the apartment.

“Come Y/N, let’s go inside” he smiled. For some reason, I missed the wide smile Jooheon used to have, he looked really different and that hurted you too.

The whole dinner you kept chatting with him, listening to him. He had so much to talk about, that for some reason you felt guilty because you left him when he needed you the most. It was you being a terrible friend, all over again. Kihyun noticed that something was off with you, so he started to make silly faces and put on the TV funny videos of cats, and the three of you ended up laughing your asses off. As you realized, it was really late and you had to work tomorrow, so you decided to call off the night.

“Y/N, can you come with me to the doctor tomorrow? I don’t want to go alone and the guys are busy with the planning of the new album and the twotuckgom campaign” Jooheon asked shyly

“Of course, at what time is your appointment, Honey?” you asked him

“At 5 p.m., is it ok for you?” he asked you

“Yup, I’ve been doing extra hours so I can finish my shift earlier. So text me the location and I’ll be there ok?” you reassured him

“Thanks, Y/N! You’re amazing” he hugged you and you finally said your goodbyes.

As the days passed, you kept on accompanying Jooheon to his treatments. You visited the guys for the first time in a while and they just hugged you as if you had been gone for a long time. Immediately the dorm was full with joy and laugher, they made you feel special, as if you were a part of that little family. And you couldn't feel happier. Jooheon was starting to look like himself, the anxiety he felt was slowly fading away and he started to smile widely, just as he used to. Changkyun had become sweeter than he was before, and the guys teased him about how he changes when they are in the States, imitating the way he speaks english. Hyungwon looked so beautiful with gray hair and damn, he's looking more handsome as time goes by. As for Minhyuk, he's a MC right now, and he was bragging about his friendship with the other MCs, specially his friendship with the cute guy Jaehyun. As for Hyunwoo, he got sick really easy, he had the flu right now, but even with flu he ate like the huge bear he is. He looked so calm, that I always wanted to know how he manages to keep the serenity after all that happened.

A few weeks passed and Jooheon started to participate in the group activities again. You were beyond happy on the outside, but on the inside you wished you could see Hoseok, you wanted to ask him how he was doing, if he was ok, if he needed something. But you never tried to contact him, because you wanted him to come and tell you what happened, just as he promised in his letter.

One day, you were working and suddenly you got a text from Kihyun:

Y/N, we have a problem, we need help. Please come to the dorm

You were worried about them, you thought that maybe Hyunwoo was sick again or maybe Changkyun. You told your boss you were leaving earlier and you didn't gave him the chance to say yes, when you were already out of his office. You rushed to the dorm, failing because the bus wasn't helping. You felt like you took an eternity to get to the dorm. When you arrived you got nervous as you saw the door slightly open.

"Guys, I'm here, what's going on?" You shouted

"Hi Y/N, come on in" Hyunwoo appeared and looked a little tired

"Oh my God, Nunu, are you ok??" You were worried when you saw him wearing a sweater and the heater was on

"I just catched a cold again" he admitted while laughing

"Go to bed, I'll make soup for you" you ordered him and started walking to the kitchen

"Oh Y/N, don't go to the kitchen" he added and smiled

"What? Why?" You asked confused

"Someone is using it" he added

"Oh come on, Kihyun is not going to stop me" you said while rolling your eyes and entering the kitchen.

What you saw left you astonished. There he was, standing like the beautiful angel he is. Hoseok was in the kitchen, cooking ramen. He looked at you and smiled widely.

"Surprise" he said smiling

"W-what are you doing here?" You couldn't move, you were completely surprised. Plus, thousands of feelings came rushing.

"Well my dear Y/N, I’m innocent. The police finished the investigation and I'm free of all the charges" he was smiling and started to get closer.

"R-really?" You asked him

"Yeah, just as I promised you" he smiled proudly

"Oh my God, why didn’t you tell me anything? I could have been there for you! But you just left me, you know how bad of a friend I felt? Do you have any idea how much I've missed you. And now you just come as if nothing happened and…" you kept on talking so fast and tears started to appear in your eyes again

"I've missed you too, Y/N" he took your hands and hugged you, burying his face in the crook of your neck

"Don't leave me like that ever again" was all you could say.

"I won't, I promise" he lifted his head and looked at you

"I hate you, Lee Hoseok" you said wiping your tears away

"I love you too, Y/L/N Y/N" he took your face in his hands and gave you a peck on your lips. You just looked at him and started blushing like crazy.

"Finally, you told her you love her" Minhyuk said giggling.

"It took you too long, Hoseok-ah" Hyungwon teased.

You hid your face in his chest and you felt how his chest moved when he laughed. Gosh how I've missed his laugh.

"I know, but now I won't let her go" he caressed your head and gave you a kiss on your forehead.

"You better take care of her, if not I'll kill you" Kihyun told him.

"I will, she's the most important person in my life" you lifted your head and looked at him smiling, he gave you another peck.

"YAH! WHAT ABOUT US HYUNG??" Jooheon asked playfully.

"You're my family Jooheon, of course you are important you, dummy" he laughed hard at Jooheon's jealousy.

"Finally, our family is complete" Hyunwoo said and came closer to us, hugging us both.

"Yup, we're finally together again. And I couldn't feel happier" Hoseok said almost tearing up,

"Oh, come here you big bro" Changkyun said and joined the group hug. Kihyun, Minhyuk and Jooheon joined too.

"Thank you, guys" Hoseok said

"For what?" Minhyuk said

"For believing in me, for waiting for me" he looked down.

"Hey, we love you Hoseok. We'll always be here for you" you added

"I know, and I love you too guys" Hoseok gave us a warm smile.

"Guys, did you realized something? This is the first time I hear Y/N telling him that she loves him" Changkyun teased

"Yaaah! You're right" Minhyuk added

"Guys! Stop!" You covered your face with your hands, and all of them laughed at you

"Actually, she said we. She didn't said I" Hoseok looked at you teasingly

"You're right" Kihyun said and winked at you

"I won't say it right now" you were as red as a tomato

"Oh come on Y/N, he's asking for your love. Just say it" Jooheon added

"Pleasee" Hoseok was pouting, he knew that you had a soft spot for him when he pouted.

"PLEAAAASE" all the guys said

"Ok ok… I love you, Lee Hoseok, happy now?" He pulled you closer to him

"I couldn't be happier" he admitted…

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softly-savage-mint-yoongi · 5 years ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh.” comes your breathless voice.

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

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

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

“Use your words, baby.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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heottokes · 5 years ago

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𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞.

“i’ll love you the way you deserved to be loved.” to my dear changkyun, you were my first friend, my first love, and now my first goodbye. these are my letters to you.

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꒰ m.list ➭ before • after ꒱

To my first goodbye,

We said goodbye a long time ago but I’m only letting go of you now.

Looking back at it I couldn’t imagine myself saying goodbye to you. To be fair, I couldn’t imagine myself falling in love with you either. I couldn’t imagine what life would be like without you, but I didn’t think I’d have to. I have so many unsaid feelings towards you – love, happiness, resentment, and heartbreak. I can’t bear to keep it all in anymore and that’s why I’m writing these letters. Finally, I will have no words left unsaid.

In my final letter I wanted to tell you that I hate you. You know I don’t really - I could never. But I do hold resentment towards you and all the things that you’ve done for me. Why did you become such a meaningful person in my life only for you to leave without another whisper of your existence? Saying goodbye to you hurt me in ways you won’t ever understand, and it would have destroyed me either way but saying goodbye to you without fully loving you with all my heart is why I hate you the most.

Why were you a constant in my life if you were only going to leave? Why did you kiss me that day? Why did you start all these feelings only to do nothing about it? Why did you do the things you did or said the words you said when you weren’t going to take responsibility for it? Did you understand what that awakened in me? All I could ever want after that day was your love which was never mine to have.

You didn’t know how to quite put it; you were suffering due to your “newfound” unrequited love. You still enjoyed your time with him even if it was just as best friends. Throughout high school you two had excel in each of your own clubs. Changkyun’s build had become bigger, and your social life had grown. Being on the student council for years had led you to meet new people, learn how to organise and lead, and open your mind to social issues. It also looked amazing on your university application. Surprisingly enough, you had kept in contact with your seniors in a group chat called “the legendary council” - it sounded like a cult, but Minhyuk thought it sounded cool. The seniors gave you and Hyungwon advice on what you can look forward to after high school. Kihyun had taken up a photography major, Hyunwoo was studying engineering but was also captain of swim club, Minhyuk was an art major, and Hoseok decided to pursue music. It was shocking to you to find out they had interest in other things besides politics and academics. It made you wonder if you really got to know them when they were still with you. But it was also refreshing to know that you didn’t have to stick to just one thing.

Like Kihyun had suspected, you had become closer to Hyungwon during the years. Just like Hoseok did, you picked up Hyungwon from his classes – it was apparently something Kihyun and Minhyuk would do to make sure he attended the meetings. Despite their experience with him, Hyungwon was quite diligent. Maybe it was because he was older than you that he felt the need to take responsibility but picking him up from his classes didn’t feel like a chore like they made it seem to be but more like a convenience. You ended up introducing Hyungwon to Jooheon and Changkyun and from there, Hyungwon found his passion in DJing. So, when he graduated it didn’t surprise you to hear that he had taken up a music major and was now a mentee to Hoseok. You chuckled to yourself when you got the news, and you could only imagine Jooheon following in his footsteps and Hyungwon becoming his mentor in turn. Chansoo had graduated along with the seniors but instead of getting a sports scholarship for football he decided to enlist. Chansoo had always been the aloof distant older brother, but you knew he was someone that looked after you on the sidelines – much like his brother – so seeing him off was quite sombre.

It was the day of your graduation and because of that you were feeling nostalgic. Everyone in your life had move on to another part of their life and now you were too. It was scary to think about. It seemed like such a faraway thought, but it was closer than you were comfortable with. The train was filled with excited chatter of other seniors graduating with you. Some of them greeted you as the student council president which you returned. Jooheon was across from you with a dance in his step as he chatted with his juniors in his club – leaving his legacy before he goes – as he boasted.

Changkyun was naturally by your side. You smiled as you looked out the window watching the scenery and enjoyed Changkyun’s warmth. Your sides were pressed up against each other as he leans on you for stability. You looked up at him with his arms crossed using his core to balance himself. He was trying his hardest to balance himself which made you giggle. He sighs and gives in wrapping his arm behind you to hold the railing you were leaning on. “You need to work on your core, Mr. Quarterback.” You teased poking his stomach. He only rolls his eyes in response with a smirk playing on his lips. It had been a while since you felt his touch. You wrapped your arms around his waist pulling him closer and closed your eyes as you let your feelings overwhelm you. Since when did life change so much? It had been all too long since you had your time with him that it nearly felt foreign which hurt your soul. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lose you.” You said airily as if it was a passing thought.

“You won’t.” He promised.

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Your graduation was a spectacle. Your dear seniors even surprised you. You didn’t see them until you were called as class valedictorian, and you see five boys jump up and down screaming and cheering for you in the stands.

“What are you guys doing here?” You greeted them once the graduation was over. You gave each of them a hug taking in how much they had changed. It was crazy how a couple of years could change someone even just slightly. The seniors had grown manlier and more mature to you.

“Did you think we weren’t going to show?” Kihyun asked offended. “We even went to this one’s graduation. Why wouldn’t we go to yours?” Kihyun gestures to Hyungwon who shoves him in response.

You laugh feeling giddy to see them all again. You feel someone take your hand and you look up at the person. “I’m really proud of you. You’ve come a long way.” Hoseok says warming your heart. “It feels like yesterday you were a tiny sophomore that I needed to take care of but here you are, a beautiful young lady with brains to match.”

You laugh and shove his arm lightly. “You sound like my dad, Seokie.” You teased. Your feelings for Hoseok were no longer there but you always understood why you had them in the first place. He is always going to be that kind senior that took you under his wing.

“Hey! That’s my line.” Kihyun interrupts. “She followed after my footsteps after all.” Kihyun puffs his chest out proudly making Minhyuk scoff at him.

“Y/n!” You hear Jooheon’s voice call. You turn around just when you feel two bodies fling themselves on you. “We finally did it! We graduated!” Jooheon sings into your ear. You let yourself jump up and down in a circle by your best friends when you feel the circle get heavier. You see that the seniors had joined you which made you laugh.

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“So, what are your plans for this summer?” Hyunwoo asks the three of you. You were at a local diner that was graciously hosting the “afterparty” for the graduates. You situated yourselves in two booths as you caught up with everyone.

“I’m going to become a sloth before I have to overwork my brain for the first semester.” You answer taking a sip of your drink before getting up.

“I raised you well,” Hyungwon says high fiving you on your way to the jukebox.

You were in the process of putting in your request when someone bump sides with you. “Y/n!” Soonyoung greeted you still dancing. You laughed greeting him back. Soonyoung was a classmate you knew through Jooheon. Like your best friend, Soonyoung was outgoing, friendly, and funny. “You’re always so serious, prez. So, in honours of graduating why don’t you dance with me?” He held his hand out to you which made you look at him quizzically.

You pondered for a second before smiling. “Why not?” You put in your request and took Soonyoung’s hand.

“Everyone, get out of the way! The President is on the dancefloor!” Soonyoung shouted which made you regret taking up his invitation. Everyone cheered around you. Before you could even start dancing, Soonyoung broke out in a weird dance flinging his limbs here and there which made you more comfortable. Everyone started joining you and you started dancing with anyone and everyone letting go of your inhibitions.

After three songs, your eyes started searching for Changkyun. You see him at your table watching you dance. You broke out in a grin and ran to your table. “Come on, let’s dance.” You didn’t notice it at the time. The sombre atmosphere that radiated only from your table, the worried looks from your friends, and how Changkyun’s smile didn’t meet his eyes. “I regret, not letting go like this at our formal.” You giggled as you danced the night away with Changkyun who only gave you a small smile.

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I should have known it back then that something was going to happen. I thought I knew you like the back of my hand. I thought I could tell when there was something wrong like you could with me, but I couldn’t. I don’t know how I couldn’t. Why didn’t you just tell me? I would have done so many things differently if I knew it was the last time, we were going to see each other.

It was that moment when I questioned whether you knew me and whether I knew you at all. The day I found out you were going away without a goodbye, without a notice. So many things ran through my head as I raced to the airport. How could you leave just like that? Why were you going without saying goodbye? Why didn’t you just tell me? I had to hear from Hoseok of all people. Why did everyone know but me?

“Im Changkyun!” You shouted once you spotted the boy. Everyone’s eyes land on you. You were panting heavily, and you felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest. You were a mess dressed in your fluffy heart pyjamas, but it was short notice, and you didn’t want to waste any more time and risk a second of missing him. You storm your way to him and for the first time, Changkyun looked scared. As you approach him your eyes blurred as a frenzy of emotions took over you – sadness, anger, regret, disappointment, and pain. Once you reach him you shove him with every strength you can muster – which wasn’t much given you wasted your energy rushing there but also Changkyun was ten times stronger than you. “You idiot!” You cried. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you act like nothing was happening? Why did you make me think you were only going to be a couple of hours away? Why?” You cried hitting his chest every time you asked a question.

Changkyun grabbed your arms which made your tears fall. You looked up at him and see his pained expression. ‘Why is he the one hurting?’ You think it’s unfair of him to look like that when he was the one leaving. He watched your face break again, so he pulled you into his chest. “I’m sorry.” He said holding you tight. ‘Is that it?’ You think as he holds you. You wait, you wait for his answer, you wait for his explanation, you wait as he holds you into his arms. But the answers never came. He held you until it was the last chance to board his plane without giving you anything. He left you with unanswered questions and the last time his lips would meet yours.

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Life stopped for me, at least for a while. I spent the remaining summer in bed. Jooheon would visit me every now and then. The first couple times he tried to get me out of bed, but he gave up and just held me while I cried in his arms. Is it pathetic that I’m so open with letting you know how much you hurt me when you’re probably doing fine? You probably started living your life the moment you landed. You were always better at adjusting. It took me a couple of weeks in university before I started opening up again. I didn’t think there was a point to make friends anymore. No one would hold the same meaning as you. No one could make me forget you. You were everything to me, you were my first everything.

But of course, life started moving on eventually. I started making friends again, I was focusing on my future, and I had my very first boyfriend. I thought you were going to take all my firsts. His name was Yoonoh, he was a sweet classmate. He was lovely and treated me well, but we were young, and it ended. We just didn’t work out. I thought of you often while I was with him – maybe that was one of the reasons it ended. I dated other guys after him, some lasted longer than the others, some weren’t even worth remembering. I always thought of you though. I wondered whether you were doing the same – whether you started dating that is. It is only normal to start dating but you never showed any interest when I knew you. But I didn’t know you that well clearly and you could hide things so easily from me.

Even after I finished my degree, Jooheon and the council boys are still in my life. It’s crazy to think of all the people I grew up with, you’re the one that isn’t here anymore. It’s been torture for me these past couple of years. You are no longer here but I see you everywhere. How does every little thing still remind me of you? I get filled with thoughts like, I wonder if Changkyun would like this. How would he comfort me about whatever made me sad that time? Would he treat me differently than they would? All these useless unanswered questions. Why do I still bother to ask them? It’s been five years since we last saw each other, five years since we last spoke, and five years since you said goodbye. Life didn’t stop no matter how much I wanted it to. I just wanted it to freeze in time when you were holding me in your arms and stay there but it didn’t.

“Earth to y/n!” Your co-worker waved her hand in your face to get your attention. “Off in dreamland thinking of your boyfriend again?” She teased rolling her eyes.

“Sorry, I just got a lot on my mind.” You say trying to get back to work. You were thinking about him again. You always wondered why you still were. You checked your watch before saving and locking your computer. “I’m going on lunch. I’ll be back.” Your friend waved you off as you went to go meet Jooheon, Hyungwon and Hoseok.

The three were working in a music label a couple of blocks next to you so the four of you saw each other often. Hoseok worked as a producer, Jooheon worked as a composer and Hyungwon was a producer-in-training that mainly focused on DJing for clubs and events. You, on the other hand, became a fashion designer for this up-and-coming brand. You met the boys at the regular restaurant you four frequent and greeted them as you took your seat next to Jooheon. It was an everyday routine. You went to work, had lunch with the boys, went home and slept. Nothing new, nothing interesting. Just like routine. Just how you liked it.

At the moment, you were kind of single – kind of, in the sense that you are seeing someone, but it wasn’t anything serious. His name is Lim Jaebum. God, he is probably the hottest guy you’ve slept with. He’s sexy, mysterious, and full of trouble and that’s why it wasn’t anything serious. You and Jaebum never labelled the relationship; you both didn’t care to. So, you safely assumed that he wasn’t exactly keeping it in his pants and so you didn’t stop yourself from having fun yourself either. You both worked in that way. You both had your own fun but always end up calling each other at the end of the night. Jaebum would always joke around thanking whoever damaged you so he could have you like this. You always brushed it off and make a joke right back at him at how he isn’t exactly perfect either. But every now and then it would get into your head, and you would question yourself. Why did all your relationships fail? Not all the relationships you had were like the one you have with Jaebum. Some of them were nice, sweet, and loving. Some of them had potential but for some reason or another it just never worked out.

“Y/n did you hear what I said?” Hoseok asks. You sigh. Your friend was right, you’ve been spacing out too much – thinking too much. You gave a small sorry which just made him smile in return. “Well, given your reaction, I assume you didn’t hear what I said. So…I’m getting married.” Two things hit you the moment those words left Hoseok’s mouth: happiness for your friend and sadness for yourself. You didn’t understand why you had a gut wrenching feeling as you stood up and gave Hoseok a big hug and congratulated him. You didn’t understand why your happiness for him was only felt at a superficial level. You didn’t understand why you couldn’t form a single thought in your head after that.

━━━☆

“For someone whose friend is just getting married, you don’t seem that enthusiastic.” Jaebum says as he plops on your bed. You watched as he made himself comfortable in your bed. As if he read your mind he smirks, “Word travels fast, Hyunwoo told Yugyeom.” You nodded and turned your back towards him to undress out of your work clothes. Jaebum and you had an interesting arrangement. Well, you two were roommates and that was how your arrangement began. You needed a place to stay after university and Hyunwoo worked with Yugyeom who was moving out of his shared apartment which meant there was a spare room for you. Yugyeom did jokingly warn you about Jaebum before you moved in though. You should have listened. You two lived civilly and stayed out of each other’s way until he caught you touching yourself and one thing led to another, and you didn’t need to take care of yourself anymore. You two never brought anyone home but you both spent nights without coming home and you both weren’t naïve enough to not know what that meant. Despite your relationship, you two were still good friends. You two really knew how to separate the bedroom time and the friendship. But because of your intimate relationship, Jaebum knew you quite well. “You still in love with him?”

You whipped around to face him shocked by the question. Were you really that easy to read? “Who?!”

Jaebum’s eyebrows furrowed. “Hoseok? Didn’t you say you had the biggest crush on him in high school?” Jaebum watch you sigh in relief as you clutch your chest.

“God, that was ages ago Jae and it was nothing but a schoolgirl crush. I’m happy for him.” You turn around again and continued to take your clothes off.

There is a contrast between the Jaebum you sleep with and the Jaebum he keeps close to himself. The Jaebum, you and everyone sleeps with, is chic and relaxed. He doesn’t take anything seriously and is good at making you forget everything. The other Jaebum, on the other hand, is meticulous, observing, and analytical. That Jaebum knows exactly what to say or ask to make you unravel and reveal everything about yourself. That Jaebum has the power to make you rethink everything about yourself and your life no matter how much you don’t want to. “So, who are you still in love with then?” You see his calculating eyes watch your form through your mirror. Ironically, you felt naked whenever he looked at you like that; like he can read and see every inch of your soul. “Whoever it is, you should get over them.”

God, you hate that Jaebum. You turn around unhooking your bra. Jaebum’s eyes remain stoic and distant which always made you want to curl up into a ball and hide but you pushed through. You crawled on top of him and see a small smirk play on his lips as his hands meet your waist. “You talk too much.” You say before meeting his eager lips ignoring the fact that he’s right.

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I thought I had moved on with my life. I got through university, had fleeting relationships and new memories that could replace you. But I guess there is a part of me that remained as the high school girl you scarred with your kisses. Because of you, my heart is not moving forward no matter how long it’s been, no matter how many good guys I meet. I don’t know why. You said goodbye to me all those years ago, but I haven’t let you go. I should let you go. I need to let you go.

I want to get married, Changkyun. No, I’m going to get married. And to put it simply, this is the reasons for my letters. This is the reason why after all these years, I am finally reaching out to you. I know it’s stupid for me to tell you all these things, but I need closure. You are the most important person in my life. I can’t just forget you just like that – even if I want to. I still think of you. I think about all the memories we had, the times you took care of me, the times you made my heart burst. I need to let that go. I need to let you go. It is bittersweet. I knew I had to do this someday. It is for the best. But I couldn’t rest until I got to say all the things I regret not saying at the time. I wished I had the courage to tell you, thank you for taking care of me the way that you did. Thank you for never speaking about my parents and never making me feel bad about my family situation. Thank you for holding me when my grandmother passed away. Did you know the only thing she asked me before she passed was to hold onto you? I feel so sorry I failed her. I wished I held onto you better. I wish I knew all the things I know now and did things differently. I should have told you I loved you. I had so many opportunities to tell you; I should have said it when you first kissed me, when you took me as your prom date and we won prom king and queen, or that day in our graduation when you were holding me close as we danced the night away. I should have told you that time stopped for me and all I saw was you. I should have told you that you going away shouldn’t mean anything, that I’ll wait, I’ll send letters, I’ll visit. I’m sorry Changkyun, for all the things I couldn’t do and say. I will always love you, my best friend, my first love and my first heartbreak. I will never forget you even if you forget me.

I promise in another life, I’ll love you the way you deserved to be loved.

[a/n] thank you so much for reading this short series! if you have any feedback pls let me know bc i’m just a pos.

so this is the end of to my first! ((or is it)) there may or may not be a real ending but i’ll only post it if it’s wanted otherwise, it is the end!

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#monsta x #changkyun #i.m #monsta x fluff #changkyun fluff #i.m fluff #monsta x oneshot #changkyun oneshot #i.m oneshot #monsta x angst #changkyun angst #i.m angst #d.writes #x

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blacksurvivalnostalgichanges · 4 years ago

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Black Survival characters as Brian David Gilbert quotes

i count this as a headcanon, because this is my blog and i think it counts as a headcanon

Adela:Zelda chess! (pause) There’s no plotline in Zelda chess.

Adriana: I do not feel at all qualified to discuss the philosophical ramifications of that.

Alex: There is no way you can manage to maintain that kind of level of erotic tension for seven acts! That’s like five and a half hours!

Arda: Fun fact about academic books that i learned in college is that no one has ever enjoyed writing or reading an academic paper.

Aya: Pump Man’s flavor text explains that sometimes he’ll vounteer to wash off grafitti, and no one likes a narc.

Barbara: It’s kind of like if I bought 12 IKEA cabinets, and used them to build a Gundam.

Bernice: I don’t need any more reason to be afraid of looking at myself in the mirror.

Camilo: Everyone knows that poetry and theater are meant to be seen, and not read.

Cathy: They are valid, and they’re wrong.

Chiara: And then it’s another existencial crisis, but this is my favorite one.

Daniel: If someone introduces themselves to me as Duke Mirage, my pants are already off.

Echion: Once you got that boy under possession, time to get real into unethical science~!

Eleven: And then we ran out of time halfway through, so I went out to grab some lunch, but it started to rain so I ate a chicken drenched. That has nothing to do with the video, I just wanted you to know my pain.

Eva: Either Sonic could KILL god or he IS A god AND I DO NOT CARE IF THERE IS A DIFFERENCE!

Emma: As a kid, my mom thought that I had a nutritional deficit because I kept wanting to eat mushrooms so much, like that I ate only mushrooms for like a whole week.

Fiora: His very name strikes fear into the heart of man and mushroom alike, and he’s also pretty good at figure skating.

Hart: You could’ve stopped at just one stage. You should’ve stopped at just one stage!

Hyejin: The wimps and whomps and wimps and whomps and grindles and spindles and grolls~There’s toxbox and flops and romps and bombs and Wallops and they’re all pretty much invincible and they will crush you without hesitation like a cartoonish Sherman’s march to the sea.

Hyunwoo: They act more like civilians, to be honest. ....oh my god they’re civilians.

Isol: Because not even death can excuse you from service in Bowser’s army.

Jackie: They will tell you when they’re upset. And also when your parents are gonna die.

Jan: Ditto, Cloyster, Caterpie, Sandshrew, friends got weed? Just say no thank you-

Jenny: -because God cursed me for my hubris, and my work is never finished.

JP: *puts up a paper with a character named Garbage Man* It’s me!

Lenox: But just when all hope seemed lost, I had an epiphany. “I am going to throw myself into the sea.”

Leon: Uh, where can you find pleasure, search the world for treasure, learn science technology? Uhm, where can you begin- to make your dreams all come true~ on the land or on the seeeeea~ iN THE NAVY-

Li Dailin: He’s finished his entire meaning of existence after he’s, like, twelve

Luke: Don’t let me suck more than I can handle! (long pause)

Magnus: More than that, he has this tender leadership quality that makes him not only respected, but loved by his peers. And then above him is a fucking T-rex.

Mai: Where! Is! My! Sonic game with a quilting circle?!

Nadine: We’ve done some shit to bees, y’all.

Nathapon: Surprise! I lulled you into a false sense of security!

Nicky: When you walk into an unknown space, I want the first question in your mind to be, “Am I Safe To Smash?”

Rio: Four Swords:Adventures, which is different from Four swords- this one has adventures

Rosalio: -before he became evil, and also a bit of an egg

Rozzi: “All warfare is based on deception.” “If your opponent is of choleric temperament, seek to irritate him.” .... “Steal their hats.”

Shoichi: Corneliuses are usually the parental figure to the main character, and they have this nasty habit of getting axed super early in the game. It’s kind of like Fire Emblem doesn’t know how to make interesting characters without making them suffer traumatic parental death.

Silvia: There is too much ventilation, in the form of This Man.

Sissela: What was Mario doing with that penguin child?!

Sua:Who really has the time to read all those books? I do, apparently.

William: Strike Man sounds cool, but he’s just a baseball throwing machine.

Xiukai: You have to fast travel by being eaten alive by a worm?

Yuki: It’s got the soft body of a day one ROTC recruit, but there’s ambition in those eyes.

Zahir: Folks, I hear you. I hear your questions constantly. They come to me in my dreams like a prophet recieving visions from an angry god.

#im not tagging all of em man i'm taking advantage of how tumblr just gets all of em when i even write their name in the tags #shitpost #black survival #incorrect quotes #black survival incorrect quotes #i guess it's all of those things #headcanons #black survival headcanons

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taexual · 6 years ago

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MONSTA X / Thigh riding

@slutybitchsstuff REQUEST: Monsta x reaction to thigh riding?

WARNING: sexual themes, obviously + strong language

well here’s to hoping this doesn’t get flagged

Shownu

His face was flushed, eyes wide and glazed over with passion as he parted his lips, trying desperately to inhale and—yet again—failing. Your effect on him was too strong and he could not keep up with the reactions of his body at the sight of you.

“God, you always take my breath away,” Hyunwoo whispered as he watched you undress for him in your dimly lit bedroom, the city skyline behind you as the two of you never bothered to close the curtains of your shared eleventh-floor apartment. “You look ethereal, baby. Come here, please.”

You weren’t teasing him intentionally as you moved towards him in small, calculated steps – you just needed some time to enjoy the way he looked: sprawled out on your bed, the shades of desperate need in his eyes visible from across the room.

“Fuck,” was the first word that passed Hyunwoo’s lips once you finally stopped in front of him, leaning in to kiss him far more gently than he’d have liked. “You don’t know how much I want you.”

Lowering yourself until you were seated on his lap – his hands were on you immediately – you kissed him harder, cherishing the feeling of his tongue moving against yours as his hands explored the skin of your back, pulling you closer to him and forcing you to sigh deeply into his mouth when the feeling of Hyunwoo clenching his thigh underneath you shot sparkles of pleasure straight to your core.

“Show me,” you told him then, wrapping your hands around his neck.

Hyunwoo smiled – his swollen lips looking sinful – before pressing another kiss to your lips and then guiding your hips over his thigh. He was savoring all of your reactions as, slowly, you began to move against him on your own. He was going out of his mind with each second that he couldn’t feel you wrapped around his length, but watching you tonight was worth the wait: Hyunwoo had thought that getting to watch you strip for him was the full show but little did he know, the climax—literally—was still in the future.

“I will,” he promised, speaking quietly so he could hear the sounds you were making each time your core brushed against his thigh. “But first I need you to moan for me as you get yourself off on my thigh. Can you do that, baby?”

Wonho

His eyes were on you the entire time. Your core – pressed tightly against his thigh as you moved your hips back and forth against it – wasn’t even touching his already rock-hard length and he was still fearing he was going to come just from watching you get yourself off on his thigh.

“You’re killing me,” he groaned, his hands holding you in place and helping you grind on his leg. “Shit, you don’t know how beautiful you look right now.”

“Hoseok,” you breathed and the sound of his name coming from your lips sent his brain into overdrive. He never knew how much pleasure he could get just from watching you pleasure yourself but knowing that he was still the reason for the blissful expression on your face almost made him moan.

“You’re too much, baby,” Hoseok threw his head back, leaning against the back of the armchair he was seated on as he watched the movement of your hips through hooded eyes, unable to believe that he was lucky enough to get first-row seats to the best view he’s ever seen. “Are you going to come for me? Right here, on my thigh, yeah?”

“F-fuck—” your shaky voice was a clear indication that you were close, the knot in your stomach tightening already, and Hoseok – while suffering and enjoying himself all at the same time – clenched the muscles of his thigh, nearly making you gasp in surprise. “Oh, shit. I’m close, I’m—”

“Good,” he said, doing everything he could to help you greet your high without actually touching you. Watching you come without his help always woke something up inside of him. “Come for me, baby girl. Show me how good it feels – and then let me prove to you it’s not just my thighs that can make you feel like this.”

Minhyuk

He was losing himself in the scent of your perfume, his lips moving against yours feverishly. Minhyuk was almost whining when you pushed your hands away from your hips, not allowing him to touch you as you placed yourself on top of him, pushing him into the couch underneath the two of you harder.

“Baby,” he begged, loving every moment of this and yet still wanting to flip you over and have his way with you. “Let me—”

“No,” you disagreed, pulling his hands away from your body and instead pinning them to his sides. You knew he could overpower you easily if he tried but he enjoyed this too much. Never knowing what you’d do next excited him and you didn’t need the involuntary whimper that left his lips when he felt your hips grind into his to prove it to you. “You don’t get to touch me tonight. You only get to watch.”

“Fuck,” he exhaled, not putting up a fight because there weren’t many things he’d have done instead of watching you as you straddled him, moving back and forth on his thigh. “Tell me if it’s good – tell me if using me for your pleasure feels good.”

“So good,” your answer came in a moan and Minhyuk found himself struggling to swallow as he watched you ride his thigh.

Your parted lips and each heavy breath that passed them as you continued to move your hips against his thigh – putting more and more pressure – made him realize how much time he’s wasted doing other, pointless stuff when he could have stayed in this position – under you with the perfect view of your blissful state as you pleasured yourself.

“Let me see you come, baby,” he asked, his voice hoarse with need. “Please. I need to see you come on my thigh before you make yourself come on my cock.”

Kihyun

The lazy make-out session on the settee at the back of the club was never meant to become anything more than that – especially since both of you were aware of how many people were around you, even if all of them were too busy to pay you two any attention – but then, in a moment of blinding need to feel more of him, you ground your hips into his, turning Kihyun into a desperate mess.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, breaking the kiss and throwing his head back as soon as your core brushed over his growing length. “You can’t tease me like that.”

“I want you,” you whispered and the fire in his eyes – as well as the bulge in his pants, right under you – only seemed to grow larger. Your pleading voice was going to kill him one day, he was sure of it. “So much.”

You didn’t give him a chance to reply before you ground your hips into his thigh – not hard enough to raise the suspicions of the people around you, but with just enough pressure to make yourself sigh deeply as warmth spread to your stomach.

“Baby,” Kihyun spoke and you missed the hidden warning in his voice, far too busy grinding against his thigh.

“Feels so good,” you breathed, closing your eyes and sighing deeply when you felt him sit up properly, clenching all of his muscles involuntarily. “Kihyun, I’m—fuck.”

Speaking wasn’t something you were capable of anymore as you put more pressure on his thigh, grinding down harder, – no longer caring about the crowds of strangers around you, – the friction forming a knot in your stomach.

“I love you,” Kihyun whispered then, bringing his lips across the skin of your neck, kissing the parts that he’d planned on sucking on later when he had more time to give you hickeys. His sudden confession surprised you but the swirling bliss in your stomach was too overwhelming for you to give it too much thought.

“I-I love you, too,” you replied absentmindedly as you focused on the feeling of his kisses and the hardness of his thigh between your legs.

“Good,” he said, his grip on your hips tightening all of a sudden as he halted your movements, giving you a hard look. “I want you to remember how much you love me because I’m not going to forgive you for teasing me like this when I take you home to fuck you properly.”

Hyungwon

Both of you were drunk and just messing around in an empty bedroom at a house party of your mutual friend’s. You wanted each other so much, it was impossible – that’s why his hands were all over you – and yet both of you were far too drunk to actually get undressed properly. Hyungwon didn’t have his shirt on anymore, but neither of you could figure out the zipper of your dress.

“Please don’t ever wear this again,” he pleaded, groaning in frustration when he was forced to touch you over the dress instead of feeling your skin. “I can’t even see you right now.”

“Yes, you can,” you replied, leaning into him even closer until your chests were pressed against each other. “You don’t need to take my dress off to make me feel good.”

“F-fuck,” he sighed, your words always holding the power of making him beg you for more. “I don’t?”

“No,” you said, pulling away just slightly so you could grind your hips against his thigh to prove your point. The pressure immediately stimulated your clit – not that bad of an idea not to wear any panties tonight, after all – and you felt yourself sigh and close your eyes at the feeling.

Hyungwon inhaled sharply, watching you move on his thigh as he caressed your leg, lifting the skirt of your dress higher, so he could see better. Biting his lip as he watched your bare core brush against the material of his pants, he felt himself grow even harder.

“You’re so wet,” his voice came out in a hoarse whisper. “You’re going to make a mess.”

You opened your eyes to look at him and almost came right then and there just at the sight of him. He’s never been more turned on in his life and it showed.

“Do you want me to stop?” you asked, slowing down.

“Please don’t,” Hyungwon replied, ready to take over and help you reach your high in other ways. “You’ll kill me if you won’t let me see what you’ve done to my jeans after you come on my thigh. Make yourself come for me, baby. Please.”

Jooheon

You didn’t know how you found yourself positioned on Jooheon’s thigh and you certainly could not understand why grinding your hips against it felt so good but as soon as you sighed deeply, your breath mixing with his, Jooheon was intrigued. Always seeking different ways to make you feel good, he put his own needs aside for the time being.

“Hmm,” he hummed, his lips so close to yours and yet not close enough as Jooheon refused to kiss you, wanting to watch your face when you repeated your previous action and harshly moved your hips over his thigh again. “Does you feel good, baby?”

“Yes,” you sighed, the material of his jeans sending jolts of pleasure throughout your body each time you brought your hips over his leg. “Really good.”

“Yeah?” he smirked, never having imagined he could have so much fun just watching you. “Talk to me, baby. I want to hear you when you come all over my thigh.”

Too lost in another world, you responded to him by sighing heavily. Not too pleased with your lack of proper words, Jooheon placed his hands on your waist, sliding them down to your ass and then taking control of your movements by pulling you against his thigh harder and faster. He knew you could make yourself feel good but he also knew he could make you feel even better.

“Fuck, Jooheon—” your words got lost in your throat when you felt the previously gentle sensation get replaced with something so much rougher and, therefore, so much more blissful as the feeling of his hands on you mixed with the rippling waves of pleasure caused by the friction of your core moving against his thigh.

“Look at you, baby girl,” he nearly growled, just the sight of you driving him wild. “Using me to make yourself feel good.”

I.M

Pulling you onto his lap, Changkyun deepened the kiss, bringing his tongue over your bottom lip until you parted your lips, allowing him to taste you. You and him rarely ever made out just because it was fun – if you had his tongue in your mouth, you knew it was only the beginning, and the already hot atmosphere of the room was about to burn you both up as you got lost in each other’s embrace.

Shifting on the loveseat underneath you, Changkyun pulled your hips closer to his and this way ended up bringing your core over the distressed material of his ripped jeans. The unexpected sigh that left your lips at the feeling had him pause for a moment.

“Did that feel good, baby?” he asked, not hiding his amused reaction. His husky voice and the look in his eyes when he pulled away from kissing you was a deadly combination and you could not respond. Instead of waiting for you to get yourself together, however, Changkyun helped you reposition yourself until you were straddling his thigh. “Tell me. Do you think you could get yourself off just on my thigh, hmm?”

His humming voice seemed to make your entire body vibrate as you rotated your hips, grinding on his leg and nearly gasping each time this movement stimulated your clit. You didn’t even answer him but Changkyun’s excited chuckle let you know he found the answer he was looking for in your soft moans.

“Good girl,” he encouraged and, for the first time, he realized that his favorite prequel to sex was no longer going to be kissing. Just watching you pleasure yourself on top of him had him struggle to breathe as he felt himself harden more with each sinful sound that left your lips. “You look so beautiful like this. I’m going to fucking devour you after I make you come on my thigh.”

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