#MonstaX fanfiction

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Masterlist

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ࿐ྂ 【Aespa】

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ࿐ྂ 【Ateez】

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ࿐ྂ 【Block B】

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ࿐ྂ 【Dreamcatcher】

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ࿐ྂ 【Itzy】

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ࿐ྂ 【Mamamoo】

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ࿐ྂ 【MonstaX】

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ࿐ྂ 【Stray Kids】

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ࿐ྂ 【Twice】

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ࿐ྂ 【Seventeen】

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ࿐ྂ 【Soloists】

Disclaimer: All members of the groups are listed starting from the leader and then based on their birthdays

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Eurydice in Hell

"Please note that English is not my first language, and I used a tool to help with the translation. I hope you enjoy the story!"

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Synopsis:

Kihyun, an immortal vampire, is trapped in a never-ending search for his lost love. When he meets a woman in the shadows of the city, their brief encounter turns dark as his longing for the past blurs the lines between pleasure and pain. Haunted by memories and consumed by his love, Kihyun must face the eternal consequences of his tragic past.

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“You must be thinking that immortality is the best thing in life, right? But let me tell you something… You’re a real fool!”

The moon was in its waning phase, and it had stopped raining just a while ago. The neon lights of the city reflected off the wet sidewalks, their beams shimmering in the puddles. The warm air from the sewers condensed into smoke, merging with the thin mist that began to fall. The street was nearly empty at this hour—who would dare go out? To face robbers, rapists, murderers, monsters of all kinds? Only a madman would do that… And the robbers, monsters, etc. The silence of the cold night was broken by the sound of heels clicking on the pavement. Polished shoes, a sharp blazer, a red dress shirt with the first two buttons undone, and a loose tie; in his hands, a gold bracelet and two rings. His hair fell in soft waves across his forehead, framing a handsome face. He walked with his hands in his pockets, paying attention to everything around him. Besides the rats and cockroaches, of course, the sidewalks were frequented by workers, like prostitutes, who stood faithfully at their posts regardless of the weather. He passed five of them, and his dark, deadly gaze hit them like an arrow. A blonde, with roots showing, wearing torn fishnet stockings, a vinyl mini skirt, and old black high heels, with badly done nails and smudged makeup, approached him.

“Looking for some fun tonight, handsome?” Her breath reeked of cheap liquor and the scent of other men—“100 bucks for my service.”

“I’ll give you up to 500 if you do everything I want,” the man said with a crooked smile, revealing a prominent dimple under his left eye, a charm that made all the women around him murmur with admiration. The woman grinned, surprised.

“Deal,” she said, throwing her arms around his shoulders.

The two of them walked down the wet sidewalk, his hand sliding from her waist to her backside as she laughed in satisfaction.

“What’s your name, handsome?”

“Kihyun! And yours?” he asked with grace and charm.

“For 500 bucks, you can call me whatever you like,” she said bluntly, which made his smile widen even more.

“How about Eurydice?” His eyes narrowed slightly.

“What a fancy name. Are you a rich guy?” The woman’s voice still slurred from the alcohol or perhaps some other substance.

“Eurydice is a figure from Greek mythology. She went to hell for her true love,” he said nostalgically, gazing ahead. “But she disobeyed Persephone, the wife of Hades, the god of the underworld, and ended up staying there forever.”

“Wow… You’re one of those intellectual types… I like that.” The woman leaned in closer.

“I just like to read,” he glanced briefly at her. “Would you like to visit hell with me, right here, right now?” Without hesitation, he stopped walking and stared at the prostitute.

“You’re gonna give me 500 bucks… let’s go then, handsome!” She didn’t hesitate for a second to accept the proposal.

Kihyun pulled her into a dark alley and pressed her against the wall, which made her happy. His initially warm lips grew cold as they traveled down her neck in quick, nervous kisses. She moaned almost instantly. She felt a sharp, strange tug—painful yet bringing a pleasure she had never felt before, not with any man or woman. It was as if she was being taken to heaven, not hell as he suggested. So pleasurable that she didn’t even notice herself fading away. Her lifeless body weighed in Kihyun’s arms, forcing him to stop and release his fangs from her neck. Vampire saliva has mystical healing properties that make the bite marks vanish from human sight. So, quickly, he slid his tongue over the punctures his fangs had left in her filthy skin. Her body slid to the ground as Kihyun felt the liquid of life coursing through his veins, dry for centuries. He stared at the sky during what was the true orgasm for creatures of the night—blood-drinkers. There are two moments when a vampire is vulnerable: when sleeping and when in the Life Ecstasy—the moment just after drinking a victim’s vitae. He licked his lips, savoring the last precious drops of the prostitute’s blood, took the 500 bucks he promised from his wallet, and threw it onto her body before leaving the alley.

With swift steps, he headed toward the upscale neighborhood where his luxurious apartment stood. He found it strange that the cockroaches of the poor neighborhoods hadn’t shown up to bother him as they usually did on nights like this. The feeling didn’t last long, though, because one of those cockroaches came toward him with an old knife.

“Hand over the money now,” the man shouted, barely noticing his knife drop to the cold asphalt.

Kihyun was already holding the thief’s arm, twisting it. The unlucky man heard his bones crack as Kihyun dragged him to the ground. Of course, the thief’s scream attracted the attention of his companions, who appeared almost immediately: two with knives and one with a firearm. Between a bullet and a knife, the bullet would take more time to heal, so Kihyun had to neutralize the armed man first, and that’s what he did. In mere seconds, Kihyun had his hand around the man’s head, smashing it against the side of a building. The other two didn’t have time to run before their heads collided together with a sickening crack, both skulls shattered. The fourth man tried to get up and flee, but Kihyun didn’t need someone to tell the world that a monster had killed his friends, unlike the woman who wouldn’t remember anything. Without any rush, the vampire approached the last thug, and with a kick, his jaw flew across the street. Luckily, the blows were so fast that Kihyun didn’t even get his hands dirty. He hated getting blood from worms on him. Now, all he had to do was quicken his pace to leave the area safely. At most, tomorrow, those guys would make the front pages of the city’s crime papers. No one would miss those criminals; after all, they were like the heads of the Hydra—cut one off, and two more would show up in its place.

Minutes later, he was back in his luxurious apartment, modern with everything a vampire needs to survive. Gone were the old European castles, now outdated; modern vampires used advanced security systems, reinforced doors and windows, and devoted servants who were fed on their masters’ blood, binding the human to the vampire mystically. Even though his skin was still warm from the vitae he had just consumed, Kihyun hated the smell of death that seeped from his body. He went to take a bath. He sank into the tub for several minutes, not worried about drowning. Of course, water would get into his ancient lungs—something unpleasant—but all he had to do was cough, and his dead body would expel everything inside that wasn’t blood. His bedroom was immense, with a canopy bed in the center, and hidden beneath that bed was his personal safe. Coffins were useful for preserving the undead life of any vampire, and Kihyun was no exception, but he hated the idea. He was modern and used a more advanced preservation unit. At the foot of his bed was a panel with elegant arabesques, and there was the key to open his sarcophagus. He exposed his fangs and pricked his finger, using the drop of blood to activate the magic of the urn. His blood was the key, so only he could open his sacred mortuary urn. The base slid open, revealing the box where he slept during the day. It was filled with a mattress, pillows, and silk sheets, big enough to accommodate two vampires. Every night, he sighed, thinking about spending another night without his beloved, the woman who got lost in hell centuries ago. It was this search that kept Kihyun "alive." The hope of finding her consumed his nights, and with each passing day, he became more certain that he would find her. For all the centuries that had passed, Kihyun had always refused to accept that the idea of blood was the only thing that drove a vampire, his only passion. No, not for him... His beloved was out there... waiting for him somewhere. And every night, it was the same:

“Until tomorrow, my beloved Eurydice.”

[taystrash]

Tay // 22 // Trying this writing thing again

If you’re interested, you can find me here

Previous Blogs:

IOAMB (kpop: bts, monsta x, got7, skz…)

Imagination-of-a-thirsty-weeb (anime: hxh, haiikyuu)

Imagination-of-a-fandom-slut (tv shows: teen wolf, tvd, twd…)

Masterlists, if you would like to see what’s in store:

BTS

Got7

MonstaX

How it started:

I started writing when I was 10, One direction had just debuted and I was in love. They’re how I discovered fanfiction. I never actually wrote for them myself, seeing no shortage of content for members x reader, or members x members, so I looked elsewhere. I started to get into Viners, YouTubers, and Magcon boys and I started writing for them instead. People loved it, I made au gif sets, and I honestly loved the interactions with the fics and between I and my readers. I would write day and night, hurting my shoulders, changing positions, at school thinking of writing, scribbling ideas down here and there. I abandoned that blog for another and that for another and that one to stop writing all together. All my blogs are still up and running, I’d take Teen Wolf requests on one, SKZ on another but I want THIS blog to be a truly multi-fandom blog. I tried to categorize everything, anime into one, kpop into another, I want access to everything all in one. So bear with me! I’m working to get it together! I’m excited to see what the future brings and even more excited to finally get to write again.

REQUESTS

They are open!

I currently am only going to pick back up a few fandoms, SKZ, HxH, and Teen Wolf. I will be writing for new shows such as JJK, AOT, BSD and Demon Slayer.

DISCLAIMER (not to be rude, mean, or mistaken)

I am a smut writer. I like rough, nasty, demeaning, aggressive sex and I will write about it! Please, be warned! Please, do not lecture me about it, you can find fluff, angst, and softer smut elsewhere, OR you can request it and I’ll write that for you and your tastes. I’m not here to judge and I hope no one judges me. I know it can’t be helped but I’m a nasty bitch and I want to be with other nasty bitches :((

Character List:

JJK

Sukuna

Gojo

Geto

Nanami

Shoko

Mei Mei

Toji

Choso

Mohito

Todo

Demon slayer

Giyuu

Rengoku

Muzan

Akaza

Obanai

Gyomei

Sanemi

Tengen

Kokushibo

Doma

Hantengu’s four demons

HxH

Hisoka

Illumi

Razor

The Phantom Troupe

Silva

BDS

Dazai

Fyodor

Akutagawa

Atsushi

Fukuzawa

Ranpo

Poe

Kunikida

Chuuya

Oda

Ango

Francis Scott

Tachihara

Juno

Sigma

Nikolai (clowns are sexy I swear)

Fukuchi

AOT

Eren

Armin

Connie

Jean

Floch

Levi

Erwin

Hange (will be written as they/them, you can decide whether it’s amab or afab.)

Sasha

Mikasa

Reiner

Teen wolf

Stiles

Scott

Parrish

Sheriff Stilinski

Melissa

Liam

Theo

Brett

Derek

Peter

I’ll write for every member of Stray Kids!!

Smut Games:

Feel free to pick a prompt or two to pair with a character/member

Smut Game 1 ( can be found as a link on previous stories but is no longer accessible)

Smut Game 2

Smut Game 3

Smut Game 4

Smut game 5

Happy Slutting <3

[gotmetalkinginmysleep]

Call me by your name

Genre: Smut with Wonho x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Power play, Dom / Sub dynamic, Use of Pet names (Babe / Oppa), anal sex, pegging, anal fingering.

Summary: It’s not the first time you’ve done this together, but today a simple phrase starts something new.

Reference: MONTERO (Call me by your name) by Lil Nas X

Word count: 263 words

All rights reserved ©Gotmetalkinginmysleep

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Hoseok’s sweat misted brow stays pressed against the wall as he breathes through, steadying himself with a shaky exhale. Desperately needing to push himself back from the edge, the burning orgasm that’s so close it shudders through him. 

Your fingers now flexing on his hips, positioning yourself between his legs while he stays pinned, leaning against the wall. His broad body feeling firm to your delicate touch. Beads of sweat rolling down his spine, dripping down as he kneels atop the pillows on your bed. You follow them down to see your strap nestled between his ass cheeks like it’s at home. Hoseok already prepped for it with your lubricated, dextrous fingers. You wait for his word. 

Hoseok glances over his shoulder to see you waiting patiently, his breathing now steady. You slide your hands up his sculpted torso, clutching tightly at his chest as you lean against him. Your body now pressed against his back as you whisper in his ear. A smirk pulled on your face leaving him sighing shyly at your words. A blush reddening his cheeks.

You ready yourself behind him, perfecting the angle while your hands lightly grasp at his hips. Your lips leave the faintest kiss on his shoulder before asking, “You ready, Babe?”

He places his hands against the wall like there are places for him to hold on tightly, arching back slightly, readying and presenting himself for you. He sighs, a smile spreading across his face, knowing just how to respond, knowing how he can get you worked up with two simple words,

“Yes, Oppa.”

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[breadoffoxy]

Jealousy

Summary: Minhyuk knows you like Kihyun. He also knows that Kihyun likes you. Tired of waiting for one of you to make a move, Minhyuk decides to give the two of you a little push. Why not gift Kihyun a little jealousy for his birthday?

Pairing: Kihyun x n. Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Minhyuk being a brat, language, kissing

Words: 1,637

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The party was loud with people socializing and music playing in the background. Of course, since Hyungwon was throwing this party it was bound to be a hit. Your head nods along with the music as you nurse your drink. There’s a small plate filled with toothpicks. Those little appetizer things were so delicious you couldn’t help yourself. You’re not sure exactly what they are and are debating about asking Hyungwon about them. You are afraid to ask because knowing him each of these tiny little things probably had a large price tag. But oh my god they are so addicting!

A laugh catches your attention and you turn and see the man of the hour with your good friend Shownu. The latter is rubbing his head shyly as Kihyun pats him on his shoulder. The watch on Kihyun’s wrist catches the light and you can’t help but think back to earlier. You and a few closer friends arrived before most of the party. In that more private setting is when you gifted the birthday man with his present. The sleek and intricately designed watch adorning his wrist was something Kihyun has been eyeing for a while. Knowing this, you saved up for a long time wishing to buy it for his birthday. The look of surprise and happiness had been worth it when he opened his present.

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[aprils-arcadia]

Denial

Members: Kihyun, Changkyun, Wonho Genre: Fluff with a good deal of angst Word Count: 4,9k Summary: After your last relationship with Changkyun ended badly you are reluctant to give in to your feelings for your fellow freshman  at college Kihyun. 

“You know denial isn't going to help you.” Hoseok said, stuffing a handful of fries into his mouth. Like every Thursday before you found yourself at the usual cafeteria table with Hoseok.

“But denial and ignorance have been working so well.” You sighed, mindlessly poking your food with a fork. 

Hoseok scoffed. “Ah, is that so?” He pointed at the fries in the middle of the round, run-down table. “That’s why you've been just staring at your food for the last ten minutes. You haven’t even noticed that I've been constantly stealing your fries.” He shook his head in disapproval. “Huh. Seems to work wonders.”

“Don't you sass me now. You know what’s awaiting me once I eat and get up from here.” You slumped back into your chair letting the fork clink against the plastic cafeteria tray. The food wasn't that bad. That much was clear by Hoseok wolfing it down without hesitation but right now you didn't feel like eating.

“Of course I do. That’s why I am trying my best to relentlessly bring up the topic so that you can finally suck it up and stop moping around.” 

“But I don't know how. It's not as easy a decision to make. This isn't pizza vs. burger or gym vs. jogging.” You lifted your hands unethusicastically gesturing to your left and to your right, your eyes still transfixed on a rather nasty greyish spot on the ceiling. “It's… it's so much more difficult.” 

“You'll have to face this sooner or later and by now you should know that sooner is the right way to go. You can't just hide out like this forever. And you can't try to deny that this is eating away at you, just like I am currently eating away all your fries, which for the record you still haven't stopped me from doing. If you aren't even possessive of your food anymore, who are you even?”

“Haha. Very funny." You leaned forward again, picking up a solitary fry that Hoseok had dropped onto the tray. "But seriously what should I do? Do you have any ideas?” 

“Do you really want my advice? Like straight up blunt me telling you what I'm thinking?” 

“Yeah, sure. Always.”

“You’ve told me quite a lot about that Changkyun guy by now and I can’t say I like him.” Hoseok’s tone of voice had turned serious and you could see that the casual mischievous air around him had vanished. “But apart from all that, if you would really still love him I don’t think you would have fallen for Kihyun.” 

Silence.

He might be right. But on the other hand it's not like you could erase all the history you had with Changkyun either. 

He had been your first real relationship, your first love. You had been so convinced that you two would live the happily-ever-after, the cliche “they meet in school and look at them still going strong”-movie stereotype, overcoming hardships together only to grow stronger as a couple. 

But reality wasn't like this. Instead your Romeo and Juliet story turned into the annoying “on/off”, “are they/aren't they” cliche. You hadn’t heard from him or seen him and after the last fight you had, it's not like you could blame him but all that logic and rationality didn’t stop you from still loving that asshole no matter how many times your heart had been broken courtesy of him. And you still couldn't fight the feeling that even remotely thinking about Kihyun was cheating. That you were betraying the trust and the man you loved. 

“When was the last time you spoke to that guy anyway?”

“6 months ago,” you admitted under your breath.

“6 months ago? I mean come on. You need to move on from this. That's just not healthy.” 

You knew that Hoseok was right. It wasn't like you expected that Changkyun would come back to you, to show up at your dorm and begged you to take him back. That wasn't his style. Him calling you up at night and you hopelessly agreeing to meet with him was a thousand times more likely. Pathetic, you knew. But still. 

"So why not see how things could go with Kihyun? He seems like a nice guy even though he might be a bit of a smartass at least from what I can tell.” Hoseok shrugged his shoulders. 

"Oh I don't know it's not like I haven't thought about trying my luck with him and seeing where things would go. But I'm just feeling so guilty,” you said, reluctantly dipping your fry into the nearly empty ketchup.

“Yeah otherwise we wouldn't have to have this conversation almost every two days right before your two most beloved courses.” 

This was both unbelievably true and painfully sarcastic. The two intro classes Hoseok talked about were indeed your favorite classes and finally gave you the feeling of having made the right choice in coming here. On the other hand they were also the ones where a certain someone was sitting next to you since the first week.

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You had met Kihyun right after college started. You had just moved here a few days ago and the break up with Changkyun was still fresh, having happened only two weeks ago. But once you entered the college grounds you swore to leave that behind you. To leave it in the past and in the city you had left to come here. Which right at this moment did not seem to work out so well, you had to admit.

You were convinced, even if it was a bit naive, that this whole experience would change your life and that this is the perfect new start to get away from it all. Unfortunately this included your meticulous sleep schedule. Ever since the fallout with Changkyun you weren't able to really sleep. You spend the night scrolling through social media or God forbid your phone's gallery. 

This wasn't helpful and you knew it. 

The night before your first college day you had felt so utterly lonely that you couldn't help yourself. You deeply regretted having left and how things turned out with Changkyun. This wasn't how you wanted it to go but you also didn't know what would have been your ideal outcome. It was obvious that you and Changkyun had an expiration date. Hell, you have had so many of them in the past it was a wonder that you even made it this far. But somehow you always ended up with each other.

The topic of college had been looming over the two of you ever since your senior year of high school. He didn’t like the idea of you going to a different city and the thought of staying in the town you grew up in nauseated you. Your local community college had nothing to offer with all possible studies boring the hell out of you. You wanted change and a challenge and something that interested you. Changkyun never seemed to understand that. For him, you applying for other colleges felt like betrayal, that you were planning on leaving him, going somewhere where he didn’t know what you were up to, where he couldn't control who you hung out with. 

So once the acceptance letters started to roll in the two of you fought on an almost daily basis. Somehow you had found the courage to tell him that you wanted to go to your current college and that you applied for a dorm room. He had just scoffed at that and told you that you wouldn't have the balls to leave anyway. That your little pampered, desperate self would not turn on him and leave. Two weeks ago you had finally gotten the approval for the dorm room. When you talked to Changkyun about trying to make this work long distance he completely flipped. You’ve had fights in the past, countless ones and he had broken up with you multiple times as well, but this was different. 

This time it felt final. Irreversible.

He had left you a sobbing mess on the steps of your home, driving away way too fast in his car and skidding around the corner. You knew that he wouldn't come back. You knew that you wouldn't get the call. The call that he was sorry, the call that would make everything right again. You knew this wasn’t coming. But still you couldn’t comprehend that this was supposed to be the end. The real end.

You had sat on those steps for hours until your mother had finally come home and tried her best to get you inside. The rest of the day you spend asleep. Completely weak and dehydrated you fell into an uncomfortable sleep, only to wake up with tears still streaming down your face. You spend the week before leaving for college in a haze. 

This wasn’t your usual coping mechanism.

You had stopped listening to music. This time around you didn’t drown your tears in Death Cab songs and ice cream wanting to be comforted by your friend and family. Instead you completely isolated yourself. You only ate when you were forced to and sleep didn’t come easy. Most nights you’d stared up at your bedroom’s ceiling, your mind completely empty but your body not letting you rest. It had felt like a part of you was missing that he literally had ripped out your beating heart where he stood. After a week you were only a shadow of yourself. You had packed for college with the help of your friend and moved into your dorm room. Sleep was still a rare commodity but you tried your best to start being hopeful about the future. You couldn't mope around forever and you shouldn’t let him ruin your first week of college. 

But here you laid, not being able to sleep. The dorm room was dark and empty, the shadows from the trees outside dancing on the walls. Instead of trying to close your eyes you had grabbed your phone, the bright light of the screen hurting your eyes in the beginning. Looking at the pictures on your phone didn't make your feeling of crushing loneliness any better. On the contrary. It hurt. It hurt like hell. Knowing that the man you loved so much was done with you. Over you. Living life without you, like you never happend. 

Luckily your roommate hadn’t moved in yet so no one was able to hear you sniffle and ultimately cry yourself to sleep at 4 a.m. 

The next day you woke up to the loud noise from the hallway having ignored your alarm clock twice. Now you only had 15 minutes left to get dressed and rush to the lecture hall. One quick look in the mirror confirmed what you had dreaded all along. You looked like sh*t. You had wanted to start college bright-eyed and optimistic but those were not the kind of bright eyes you were looking for. You had no chance of wearing your contacts like this. Awesome. The cute first day of college outfit you had laid out the night before stared at you almost in disappointment and you grumpily grabbed your black-rimmed glasses out of the drawer and quickly put your hair up in a messy bun, brushing this bird’s nest of hair would have been a waste of time. 

You rushed out of your dorm and onto the quad. Fortunately you already checked the way yesterday so instead of being completely lost you were able to just sprint across campus at full speed. Even though you earned a few “heys” and even one “Run, Forrest, run” you were able to make it in time. You hurried inside and tried to catch your breath as good as possible. Most of the seats were taken, everyone shows up for the first one, you thought.

You had found an empty seat in the back of the lecture hall and sat down as unnoticeable as you could. The young man next to you gave you a quick smile and a nod and then focussed back onto his notebook again. You pulled out your own notebook and the lecture began with your professor introducing himself and outlining the following semester before diving straight into the basic concepts that will be needed for the rest of the course.

You tried your hardest to focus but your mind tended to wander back to what you gave up to be here, if giving up was even the right word, and how your finger had hovered over Changkyun’s number time and time again the night before. You choked back the uncomfortable feeling that was forming in the back of your throat. You needed to concentrate. You brushed your thoughts aside as best as you could and focused on the blackboard. 

Nothing. You couldn't make out a single word. Great. If you couldn’t even copy the blackboard you may as well just leave. You squinted at the blackboard in an attempt to decipher the words as your professor was writing them. What he's talking about should give you some clues but still the smudges remained. If you could have just worn your contacts then this wouldn't have happened but no, you petty excuse for a human being had to cry yourself to sleep and were now forced to run around like a mole with those humongous glasses of yours that let's be fair here, didn't do sh*t. 

You sighed heavily and rubbed the bridge of your nose. All the squinting has achieved was give you a mild headache and your notepad was still as blank as it could be apart from you writing the course name at the top. Just as you were starting to lean back in your chair and resigned to just listening, an unfamiliar notebook appeared at your side, nudging your arm. 

"You can copy mine, if you'd like. That prof’s handwriting is like trying to read hieroglyphs."

You looked to your left and saw the guy next to you slide his notebook across.

"Oh and I took the liberty of correcting all his typos. You can be lucky that you don't have to deal with those cringe-worthy mistakes." 

You chuckled slightly. It’s been days since you even smiled about anything, having forced all of them since the break-up. “Thank you. I really appreciate it.” 

"No worries," the young man whispered. “I’m Kihyun by the way”

“Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you Y/N,” he said and smiled brightly. 

His profile and jawline were sharp and he dressed unbelievably well. The sleeves of his button-down were rolled up to his elbows and his dark brown hair had a slight undercut. He was attractive to say the least. How could you not have noticed this when you first sat down. Ah yeah, you probably were feeling way too sorry for yourself at that time. 

You quickly copied the notes and gave it back to him. 

“Thanks again, I owe you one.”

"Nah. You're very welcome. But if you insist a coffee would be more than sufficient." 

The next week you had finally been able to wear your contacts again. Thursday evening you had met the lovable idiot that was Hoseok. He’d spend the majority of the weekend listening to you cry your eyes out in the dorm common room. It was so easy to open up to him and maybe just maybe this was exactly what you needed. Someone who didn’t know the whole story who was completely impartial to hear your side of things. Talking to him made your shoulders a little lighter and he had made it his mission to make you feel better, to make you feel welcome and comfortable. He tried his best to get some nutritious food in you and forced you to join his Sunday morning jog. 

The next day with your legs almost numb and a chipper, way too awake Hoseok by your side you arrived at the nearby coffee shop. It was a tiny cafe that was frequented mostly by the students and therefore it was usually packed at this time of day. Hoseok looked around the shop anxiously until his eyes met the ones of the guy sitting at the corner table. 

“I gotta go. I don’t wanna keep Hyungwon waiting.” 

“Hot date?” you said, eyeing the tall young man that was smiling sleepily at Hoseok and waved.  

“Hell yes,” he replied and hurried off towards the other corner of the cafe. You took your two coffees from the counter and headed towards the lecture hall. Once you arrived you let your gaze wander through the rows until you spotted the only familiar face in the room. 

“Good morning,” you said as you sat down and placed the cup of iced americano in front of Kihyun. “As promised.” 

“Oh hey, thank you. I was wondering if you might have forgotten about me since you ignored me on Thursday.”

“Thursday? Where?” You fidgeted in your brain to try and remember where you could have seen him, but last week you were running on autopilot most of the time, without ever really registering your surroundings. 

“Oh so you really didn’t even notice me. I was sitting like three people over in intro to media theory.”

“Oh no. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I was spacing out a lot last week. I’m really sorry.” 

“Well at least I know you didn’t forget me,” he said, taking the cup and nudged it against your own. ”Thanks again. That should help us not fall asleep.” 

“I do hope so,” you said smiling as you started to sip your coffee. 

“It doesn’t seem like you’ll need my perfectly-taken notes this time around,” Kihyun added, gesturing towards your non-existent glasses. “I gotta admit though I kinda miss the glasses.” You laughed shyly. “They looked cute on you.” Kihyun turned towards the blackboard as your professor started to speak up. “But I’m glad you look a little healthier this week,” he said mostly to himself but you were just able to catch it. 

*

After unenthusiastically eating the remaining fries on your plate you got up, to make your way to your next course. 

“So have you made up your mind?” Hoseok said leaning against a nearby wall, waiting for you.

“Of course I haven’t,” you said as you let the wrappers slide off your tray and into the trash can. “And he probably isn’t that interested in me anyway.”

“Excuse me? Do you remember that one time he asked you out and you straight up invited me along?” Hoseok rolled his eyes at you. “Yeah sure, he isn’t interested in you. And also to get back to our earlier discussion if that wasn't denial I don't know what was.”

“That wasn't denial. I literally didn't get it." You tried to look and sound as convincing as you could but Hoseok probably already saw through that. "And seriously ‘hang out’ is just not the language I associate with asking out," you added defensively.

“Oh come on. You were just scared out of your wits and panicked. Don't you try and wiggle your way out of this now,” he said, putting a hand on your shoulder guiding your way out of the cafeteria and into the hallway. 

“Not fair and do you have any idea how long ago I went on a date last. Like a real asking out, whole shabang, first date?” You brushed off his hand from your shoulder and looked at him in all seriousness. 

"No idea, but I’m gonna presume it was AGES ago" Hoseok answered dramatically.

"Correct. I had like one first date in my life and that was Changkyun." You didn't like to admit this but it was the truth. He was your first, your first for basically everything.

“Are you sure you just didn't realize the other ones were dates"

“Stop it for God's sake. Shouldn't I know that?”

“Not if you were as dense then as you are now.” Hoseok winked at you and slid into the classroom to your right. “See you later.”

“Smartass,” you added quickly and stuck out your tongue. Unfazed by your childish action Hoseok blew you a kiss through the closing door. 

“He’s such an idiot.” He was a pain in the ass but you were thankful for Hoseok. He always found a way to cheer you up but was also by your side with advice and an open ear, everytime you needed him. You walked to your own lecture hall with timid steps, lost in thought. 

It’s been six months since you’ve last heard from Changkyun. 

No texts, no calls, no updates on social media. 

In fact you couldn’t even see his posts anymore, maybe he straight up blocked you. He probably was happy without you and better off. And you really had to face the fact that you yourself were happy here as well. That your life might not have turned out the picture perfect way you wanted it to be but you had found friends that supported and loved you and you were enjoying your studies tremendously. The only thing that was in the way was that damned guilty consciousness of yours and the nostalgia of a past albeit failed relationship.

 Changkyun wasn’t coming back and even if he was you shouldn’t fall for it because time and time again you should have been taught that this relationship was going nowhere. You were like oil and water, you could force them to be together for a while but slowly they would drift apart again. You guys weren’t made for each other and every other fight had proven that. He was overly jealous and you were too timid to really speak your mind. He was your first relationship, the one you wanted to treasure for the rest of your life but as Hoseok said it just wasn’t healthy. Not in the slightest. 

Going to college might have been the fallout you two needed to start living a life not dependent on each other, to be able to move on and to find your own happiness and a relationship where you were an equal and where you wouldn’t have to fear for your relationship every time you went out with friends. Changkyun was probably over you already anyway, it never took him long to prove to you that he didn't need you. 

So why, why on earth were you still limiting yourself. 

Why were you still in any way being considerate to this ass. The ass that made out with your friend in front of you just to prove a point. The ass that left you standing in the rain after a fight having to walk home for an hour. The ass that never treated you right. You lifted your head and straightened your back. He wasn’t worth it and more importantly you were worth so much more.  

Once you stepped out onto the quad and towards the lecture hall you felt a gentle touch on your back. 

“Hey, Y/N.” The soft voice unmistakably belonged to Kihyun. “Glad I caught up with you before the lecture began.” 

He couldn't have picked a better time. Right when all your thoughts were jumbled and you were trying to untie it even slightly, he shows up. Right on time to throw all your progress overboard. Right on time to make you question everything you thought you had figured out. 

“Hey Kihyun, ready for the lecture?” you replied as unfazed as you could muster.

“Please, when am I not.” 

You laughed. Hoseok was right, he could be quite the smartass. 

“But that’s not why I tried to catch up with you.” 

“Okay…” 

“Can we talk for a second?” He stopped walking and now stood before you. 

“Yeah sure, what’s up?” Now you were straight up scared. ‘Can we talk’ never was a good thing. Your stomach twisted and you felt the nervousness slowly rise inside of you.  

“I talked to Hoseok the other day and I think this might be the best idea.” So many questions rushed through your head. Kihyun talked to Hoseok? They were close? You had only seen them together like once apart from the times you forced those two together. Hoseok couldn’t have possibly snitched on you, right?  

“I just thought that he might help me out or give me some advice since you two seemed to be very close.”

“Okay…” This could only go wrong. Definitely only go wrong. “What did he tell you?” 

“To be honest he just told me to man up and suck it up.” Kihyun laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head. His light brown hair refracted the light and some strands glowed golden in the early spring sun. 

“That does sound like him.” You smiled and noticed that Kihyun had started to avoid eye contact which was something he never seemed to have a problem with. Instead his eyes were all over the place, continuously wandering from your eyes downwards to then dart into a completely different direction. 

You had probably never seen him so flustered and it made you uneasy. Over time you had gotten so used to Kihyun’s normal overconfidence but now he seemed self-conscious and even a bit vulnerable.  

“It seems like nothing has really worked so far. So I feel like if I’m not gonna make it very simple you would brush over it again and just bring me coffee to class instead of going with me to the cafe I had in mind. Or bring Hoseok along with you to the mall.” He chuckled a bit and you were terrified of what he would say next. 

He took a deep breath. 

“I like you Y/N.”

There it was. Out in the open. Something you had tried to deny for longer than you should be comfortable with. There you had your answer. And now there was no way you could ignore it. He was able to muster the courage to tell you and you were always trying your best not wanting to face this possibility. 

Kihyun finally found your eyes again and you tried your best to not have your face be an open book, telling him every little detail that was going through your mind. The war inside your head, the shouting, the panic and the overall chaos of you trying to decide what to do. 

Again he averted his look but this time you finally realized where his eyes were trailing off to as yours started to do the same. His lips were parted slightly and ever so slowly you felt the distance between the two of you closing, right now you weren’t in control anymore as your body felt to be moving on it’s own until his face was only inches away from your own. 

Right before you closed yours you took one look into his stunning dark brown eyes, and the different shades of brown that were mixed in there, invisible unless you stared directly into them. 

He kissed you softly and finally, finally in forever your mind was quiet. 

No guilt, no anxiety, just the warm feeling of joy spreading through your body. 

He placed his hand tentatively on your cheek and your heart skipped more than just one beat. The soft touch of his lips and the warmth of his hand left you completely helpless. You wanted this moment to last forever, to not let go, but instead Kihyun pulled away from you. His face was slightly blushed and you could still feel his lips faintly on yours. His hand lingered on your cheek and his thumb continued to caress your cheek bone gently. He looked at you for a while, taking in what had just happened, before he spoke up again.

“Would you like to go on a date with me?”

“I think you already have your answer,” you said and grabbed his collar drawing him in into another kiss, this time less timid than the one before. 

Who you loved, you weren’t sure. But you didn’t have to be. Whatever part of your brain told you that you would have to decide right then and there if you loved Kihyun and if you really didn’t have any feelings left for Changkyun could just shut the hell up. You were so focussed on this question that you completely forgot how life really works. He didn’t say “I love you” simply because he couldn’t even know that yet. So why did you expect from yourself to be able to answer it already. Yes, part of you still loved Changkyun and would probably do so till the day that you die but that couldn’t stop you from liking Kihyun, from wanting to know more about him, from waiting to spend more time with him, from wanting to find out where this could lead you. 

So no, you didn’t know who you loved but you’d find out, in your own time, at your own pace.

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,,That’s a good idea!’’ Shownu called when you asked the boys if they would like to come over to your and Wonho’s apartment to watch a movie. What none knew was that you actually planned to watch a horror movie. Your boyfriend looked at you. Curiosity was written all over his face. ,,I thought we planned something cozy between the two of us…’’ Wonho whined, almost noiselessly. ,,Hoseok, come on! We didn’t do that so long…! You will have me your whole life!’’ you talked back, making him grin at your comment. You all decided to meet up at your place at 9 PM. You prepared some snacks at home together with your boyfriend, Wonho, and the other boys prepared themselves. You tidied up the rooms and then made some popcorn. Since you loved every country's cuisine, you decided to do some bruschetta, French fries, and pork belly. ,,Let’s order some chicken!’’ you called from the kitchen. ,,And please order pizza too!’’ you added. ,,YES!’’ Wonho called back, calling Jooheon and asking him to bring some chicken and pizza. ,,Yes, we already decided that we will bring something…’’ he responded and tried to understand Wonho’s words as the other members laughed loudly. Half an hour later, the other six boys rang at the door with bags full of food. ,,Oh! This will be nice!’’ you laughed. However, this evening would surely take a totally different turn…

You prepared the plates and then sat down next to your boyfriend. Jooheon and Hyungwon on one couch, Minhyuk next to the leader and Changkyun next to Kihyun. At first the atmosphere was good, no one knew which movie you chose, but then it got worse. The first ghost appeared and killed a person, making everyone shriek. But this wasn’t the end. ,,OH MY GOD! THAT’S A PSYCHO!’’ Wonho yelled, hitting Jooheon by mistake on his left. Of course he couldn’t stay silent and began to yell, not knowing that one of his members hit him and spilled the soda he was trying to hold while trembling all over Kihyun, who was sitting on the floor. ,,AHHH A GHOST HIT ME! SHIT!’’ Jooheon yelled out. ,,AISH, JOOHEON, THEY DON’T EXIST!’’ Kihyun yelled out, a bit annoyed that his body was now totally sticky. Although, the mess didn’t stop. Kihyun jumped up, ready to go to the bathroom when the screen became bloody, making him shriek from the sudden turn. While losing balance, he actually fell on Changkyun, who was just biting into his pizza. Of course, you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing at the mess. Looking over to Hyungwoon’s irritated face wasn’t helping either. Luckily Papa Bear existed, who quickly tried to stop the mess and turned off the TV, making the room completely dark.

,,OH MY GOD!’’ Wonho suddenly yelled, slapping you on your breasts with his hand to feel what was next to him. By the time the leader turned on the lights, you laid on your back on Hyungwoon’s lap with Wonho over you while his hand rested on your breast. ,,Äh, I thought you yelled because you were scared, but I actually think that I got it now…’’ Minhyuk nodded, trying to hold back his laughter. After the whole situation calmed down and you and your boyfriend finally got up again, you all decided to tidy up the place. The couch was wet thanks to the spilled soda and the room smelled like food. ,,Okay, let’s play the whisper game. It’s actually better…’’ you told them, waiting for their reaction, which was really positive. Although, it didn’t take long for Wonho and Jooheon to begin yelling again since the music you chose was a scary soundtrack. ,,I THOUGHT YOU LOVE ME!’’ your boyfriend whined, making you and the other members laugh even harder.

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Lust, not Love [Ch.2]

Previous chapters: Ch.1

Chapter info:

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Smut, kinky, Mature Language- This shit is nasty ya’ll

Category: M/F

Fandom: Monsta X

Relationship: Wonho | Reader

Characters: Wonho

...

His lips pressed on mine, the warmth of his body activating my switch as he pressed closer to me. I slowly lifted my hands, snaking them around his neck. As the kiss got more and more heated, he lifted me onto the dryer, shoving aside the clothes he had placed there. He sat me on top of the dryer, spreading my legs to settle himself between them as he kissed me with even more passion. When I flicked my tongue over his bottom lip, he groaned softly.

“You’re such a tease.” He murmured.

I giggled and let him deepen the kiss. His hands ran up my damp thighs, the towel giving way for his fingers to roam the tops of them, giving a slight squeeze. I moved my fingers into his hair, tugging slightly at the roots to pull him away from my lips. As I regained my breath, he looked at me, heavy lidded eyes, lust evident. He pressed closer to me, his growing bulge evident behind his tight pants.

“That was quick.” I said, smiling at him.

“Doesn’t take much.” He said, his hand once again squeezing my thigh.

“Let me see it.” I said.

He removed his hands from my thighs and went to unbuckle his pants, my fingers loosening themselves from his hair so he could see what he was doing. As he shoved his pants down, they fell to the floor. He kicked off his shoes and pants and moved them to the side. I looked down at his now bigger bulge, smiling at him.

“I see you’re a bit excited.” I said.

He just nodded as I licked my lips, his eyes following the movement.

“Come here.” I cooed as I brought his chin up to kiss me again. The languid kiss had me slowly forgetting about my morals. I brought his bottom lip in between my teeth, and when he moaned softly, almost desperately, I lost all reason. As if moving on their own, one of my hands reached down his body to his hardened bulge, rubbing it slowly as his hands slid up my back, the towel that had tried it’s best to stay on my frame falling with a soft ‘thud’.

“Ah, fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He breathed, admiring my naked body, bringing his hands up to cup at my breasts. I removed my hand from his crotch and placed them behind me as he tilted me back for better access to chest, bringing a nipple into his mouth. I brought one of my legs behind his waist, forcing him closer to me, now pressing against my front. I moaned slightly at the tingling feeling between my legs, my clit begging for attention.

“I love your nipples.” he let out with a sigh, moving to the neglected one, the other hand kneading the now hardened nipple.

I let him play with my chest, biting my own lip as I watched him, getting more and more turned on as the play continued.

“My dick is getting so hard.” he growled.

“Then how about we take care of that?” I said, slowly pushing him away from me so that I could step off the dryer. He watched me as I turned us around, so his back was pressed against the dryer. I smirked at him as I slid down his body, getting on my knees.

“Oh, fuck yes,” he said, realising what it was I was about to do.

He placed his hands on the edge of the dryer for support as I slowly tugged down at the hem of his boxers, his member popping out of its confined space. I licked my lips at the sight. He was so hot and looked so delicious.

“So,” he asked,” you like it?” he said, smiling down at me.

“Mmm.” I responded.

Before he could say anything else, I brought a hand to the base of his dick, holding it in place as I licked a stripe up the underside of it. I felt his eyes on me as I started working his dick, licking at it, slowly massaging the base with one hand, my other hand holding him in place at the hips. I could feel his member harden, giving me the green light to bring the tip into my mouth. The slimy taste of his precum tingled on my tongue as I rolled it around in my mouth, bobbing my head. After a few seconds, I slowly took him out of my mouth, gently, gently scraping the skin with my teeth. The precum dripping from the tip glistened under the laundry light, stringing out as it lubricated my bottom lip. I licked over it, tasting it in my mouth.

“You look so beautiful sucking my dick like that.” He smirked, his voice thick with desire.

“Mmm, yea? You like what you see?” I whimpered, trying to tease him even more.

“Hell yeah.”

At that, I brought him into my mouth again,  this time pumping the base of his dick as I worked the tip with my mouth, swirling my tongue around it and every now and then gently massaging his balls.

“Yea, just like that, baby. Fuck that feels so good.” he moaned.

I moaned around his dick, loving the fact that he was enjoying himself. After a few moments of this, he brought his hand into my hair, pushing down on my head, quickening my pace, guiding my movements.

“Mmm, you like my cock in your mouth, huh, baby?” he husked.

I moaned in response. I hollowed out my cheeks and relaxed my jaw so he could fuck himself in it, removing my hands from his dick, placing one on his thigh, the other reaching down to slip in between my folds.

I focused on breathing through my nose and the feeling between my legs as he found a steady pace, fucking deeper into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. Tears welled up at the sides of my eyes, but I swallowed around him as he moaned a curse word.

“Your mouth feels so good, y/n. I love how you take my dick in your mouth.”

By this point, my eyes were now half lidded, a few tears escaping my eyes, rolling down my cheeks, the slick between my legs surrounding my fingers. He slowed down, pulling out of my mouth, holding the base of it with the hand that was not tangled in my hair, leaving the tip at the front of my mouth slightly rubbing it over my tongue and lips. I took the opportunity to gasp, attempting to find my breath.

“You’re such a good girl, baby.” he cooed.

I just watched as he played with the tip of my mouth for a few seconds before he said,

“Your turn to come here.”

He guided my chin as I stood up, the blood rushing through my legs as they straightened out. I licked at my swollen lips, my jaw tired. He pressed his lips to mine once again, his tongue asking for permission to enter. I let him into my mouth as I tugged down the rest of his boxers, bringing our hips together so his hard on could rub against my teased clit. I moaned at the friction, and I felt him smile.

“A bit desperate are we?” he said as our lips parted.

“I want to feel you inside me.” I mewled, leaning up to lick at his lips.

“Yeah? Me too.” he groaned.

“You got a condom?” I asked, using the little reasoning I had left in between the two of us to put safety first.

“Yea.”

“Go get it.” I ordered.

He whined as I took a step away from him, watching as he hesitantly grabbed the towel to cover his exposed bottom half, headed towards the exit of the laundry room.

I walked out of the room with no cover, shivering slightly at the loss of warmth from the dryer and Wonho’s body, my cold, wet hair sending chills up my spine. He watched me walk over to the couch. I turned to look at him, smirking as I brought two fingers up to my mouth.

“Better hurry, I’m ready to be fucked.” I teased as I layed back onto the couch, slipping the fingers into my mouth, then down to my entrance, spreading my legs so that he could watch me play with myself. He bit his lip and hurried off to his room. In the meantime, I closed my eyes and focused on the feeling of my fingers rubbing at my clit, moaning softly. As I teased myself more, I moaned louder so that Wonho could hear the fun he was missing out on.

...

-Continued in pt.2-

IM SORRY I HAD TO CUT IT OFF HERE! I DIDNT HAVE ENOUGH SPACE FOR ALL OF IT RJRJRJRJRJRJRJRJ BUT KEEP READING! lol

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“Oh, I’m sorry did I make you anxious?” Your eyes fly open, the romantic mood gone and as the realisation dawns on you, your anger increases. “Did you just-” Jooheon immediately backs away, even the fact that he would have to face your wrath because he quoted a line from one of their songs makes him tremble, regret his decision. “I hate you!” you groan from your position on the bed, hating that Jooheon just had to ruin the mood with his stupid words. When you could’ve been having so much more fun right now. “S-Sorry..” his half hearted apology has you getting up, mind made up as you decide to give him a little punishment for annoying you like this. “You’re not getting it for a week.” your words register immediately and he gets up, eyes blown wide from your apparent unfairness, “WHAT?!”

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Corações sombrios, destinos incertos - Pesadelo X - Minhyuk

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The Comeback

Idol! Wonho x Reader 

Warning: Smut 

Commissioned by: @blueblondewonhoishot​

Word Count: 3.4k 

A/N: hope you enjoy!! 

*Monsta X vocalist Shin Wonho leaves group pending rumors* You stare at the headline that had just popped up on your phone. You knew you needed to call Wonho immediately, but you couldn't stop staring in disbelief at the headline. You had known Wonho for years, before he even joined Monsta X and you knew how bad he wanted to become an idol and how much he loved it. This made no sense to you. You were in complete shock. You and Wonho had met in elementary school. He had stuck up for you when some bullies had been harassing you. The two of you had become inseparable, Wonho always looking out for you. He very quickly became your best friend, the one you would go too with any problem, exciting news, anything. Even boy troubles. When the two of you began dating other people in high school, both your partners always became insecure about your friendship, even when you explained multiple times you two were just friends. Wonho's girlfriends would glare at you and do anything in their power to somehow get rid of you. They would whine to him about you, make up lies, the works. It never worked, he always chose you. Your boyfriends on the other hand always felt threatened by him, and accused you of cheating with him. That was never the case, everything was completely platonic between you too, all through high school, you were only friends. Once the two of you graduated you began to see him differently. You remember the day perfectly. You two had gone out to get ice cream the summer after graduation. You sat across from him on a park bench, laughing at him that his ice cream was melting all over the place. You smiled as you watched him try to lick it all up as it spilled all over his hands, That made your heart flutter, even when you didn't want it too. You weren't sure how to handle your new found lust and love for him. In high school he had always told you it would be weird if you two ever did anything, especially when other people asked about your relationship.  He always was adamant that you were nothing more than friends. Just friends. Always just friends. It broke your heart that he would never see you like that. However, little did you know, he had been harboring feelings for you since your senior year of highschool but was terrified you wouldn't feel the same, or that he ruined his chances by always saying you two were only friends. It wasn't until one summer night, the two of you drinking to celebrate his news of passing all his auditions at Starship Ent. You were so proud of him.  For years he had wanted to become an idol and you were honestly so happy that his dreams were finally coming true. But that would mean he would be leaving you in Daegu. Although the commute wasn't far, you both knew he would be far too busy for regular visits. It was the night of your celebration that you had decided to tell Wonho how you felt. You couldn't have him leave without knowing the truth, regardless of the outcome. "I have to confess something." You say, turning to face him. "I'm all ears." He smiles. "I love you." You blurt out. "I'm in love with you." Wonho stares at you with wide eyes. He quickly chugs the rest of his drink, still not saying a word. "I'm sorry. I should have just kept it inside." You whisper, putting your face in your hands. "No no." He begins, lifting your chin."I love you too, I have been in love with you since our senior year." He whispers. Hesitantly he leans in, pausing to make sure it was okay. You smile, grabbing his face to press your lips to his. Within seconds it went from gentle to passionate and needy. Wonho pulls you forward, closer to him. You lift your leg over him, placing yourself in his lap to straddle him. Wonho slips his hands under your shirt, gliding them across your back. Soon after he begins to tug at the hem of your shirt, wanting to take it off. You happily oblige, breaking the kiss with a smile and lifting your arms so he could lift it over your head, throwing it somewhere in the room. He reaches behind you again, this time to unclasp your bra, slowly sliding it down your arms, also throwing it somewhere in the living room. "God you're beautiful." He groans, cupping your breasts before leaning forward to latch his lips around your nipple, gently sucks. You throw your head back, letting out a loud moan as he moves his mouth over to your other nipple. As he continued to suck, you began moving your hips, grinding yourself on his already hard cock. Fuck you were so glad you were wearing shorts. "Baby that feels so good." He moans. You smirk at him as you slide yourself off his lap, getting onto your knees. You unbuckle his belt and then undo the button of his pants. He lifts his ass off the couch, helping you to be able to slide his pants and boxers down. You lick your lips as you look at his large, veiny cock standing straight up. You grip his cock with your hand before leaning forward and opening your mouth. First you tease him, onl gently sucking his tip. "Please baby." He begs. You happily take more of him into your mouth, he automatically bucks his hips, shoving his cock down your throat. Uou gag as he begins fycking your mouth, thrusting his cock harshly. A few minutes later, he stops all movement. "I'm going to end up cumming." He groans, sitting up on the couch. "Come ride my cock." He smirks. "Now." You stand up quickly, sliding off your shorts before straddling him again. You grab his cock to line him up with your entrance before you sink down onto him, slowly. You sit for a minute, adjusting to his size as he stretches you out. You begin rocking your hips, getting used to it. Once you do, you begin to bounce yourself on his cock. "Fuck baby, you ride my cock so well." He groans. Wonho leans forward, taking your nipple into his mouth again, sucking harder while pinching your other nipple. The way his cock hit your G-spot, the way your clit was rubbing against him and the way he played with your nippled had your orgasm coming fast. Your eyes rolled back into your head, your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails dragging down his chest, leaving scratches. Your body shook as your orgasm took over your body, pulsating through you. It had lasted longer than any other orgasm you had. "Fuck." You cry out, your body shuddering and exhausted. Wonho sat up, never taking himself out of you and laid you on your back on the couch before quickly thrusting himself in and out of you. "Shit I'm close." he groans, his thrusts becoming sloppier. "Where do I cum?" He asks, a little panicked. "Cum in my pussy." You moan. "I'm on the pill." You tell him to clarify. "Jesus, fucking shit." He cries out, his warm cum spills inside you. He lays there for a second, still inside you as he catches his breath. He pulls out of you, cum begins to drip out of you, making him moan and become semi hard again. "Fuck that's hot." He groans before getting up to grab a cloth to clean you up with. You both lay in his bed, not saying a word, but you're the one to break the ice a few minutes later. Turning to him, you ask "what does this mean? What are we now?" "I mean I want to be with you, of course. But would you be willing to do long distance, especially during tours and what not?" He asks. "I'm in." You smile. "Im all in."   And you were. You stayed with Wonho through the stressful time on No Mercy, through losses and wins at award shows, interviews  - everything. You consoled him when he called you in the middle of the night, crying because he just wanted to come home and see you. You surprised him when you could and he was around. You never complained about your lack of communication or how long he was away for, you supported him in his dream 100%. The long distance between the two of you became annoying and hard after a year. Phone calls, Skype and the occasional visit just wasn't enough anymore. Eventually you asked to transfer to Seoul, not telling Wonho in case you didn't get it. But you did. The second you were off the phone with your boss, you called him. "Guess what!" You yell the moment he answers. "You love me?" He guesses. "True, but not what I was going to say. "Tell me what then." He chuckles. "I got transferred to Seoul!" You yell. He says nothing. "Babe?" Again nothing but some sniffling. "I'm so excited baby, I miss you so much." He says. "I love you." "Forever and always." You smile. "I'll be there at the end of the month." ** The next few weeks the two of you text back and forth all the dirty things you wanted to do to each other when you were finally together again. You both made a pact that neither of you were going to get off and cum until you were together again, no matter how much you both wanted to. One week before you were set to move, Wonho called you on Skype. Upon were wearing a low cut tanks top with short shorts to bed and you knew it was going to destroy him not to have you. "Hi babe." You say, seeing him on the screen. "Oh baby, why?" He groans, his head in his hands. "What?" You ask innocently, knowing full well what he was talking about. "I'm already so hard baby, this is torture." He whines. You had to admit, you were dying for his cock and a release. "Let me see your pussy baby." He asks. You couldn't say no to that, you needed this as much as he did. You angle the camera down a little, letting him watch you slide down your shorts. "Tell me what you want me to do." You whisper. "Spread your legs." He demands. You do as you're told. "Now spread your lips baby, lemme see." He moans. You do as he asks, giving him an excellent view of your soaking pussy. "Fuck how I wish I could ram my cock into you." He breathes. You see him on your screen, watching him slide down his sweatpants, his cock springing free. "Now what?" You ask. "Stick your fingers inside yourself." He tells you. You slowly slide three fingers in your pussy, pulling them out and pushing them back in. "Good girl." He groans, stroking his cock. "How does it feel?" He asks. "So good, but not as good as your fingers baby." You moan. "That's right baby." He huffs. "Now rub your clit." He tells you. You move your other hand in between your lips, gently rubbing yourself while your fingers continue to move in and out of you. "I don't think I'm going to last long." You cry out, your pace quickening. "Fuck yourself faster." He demands. You move your fingers on your clit and inside you quicker, your orgasm coming fast. "I'm going to cum." You scream, your orgasm hitting you hard. "Fuck." Wonho cries, slowly pumping his cock as his cum squirts onto his hand and stomach. You sit up, watching him clean himself up and you pout. "I wish I could lick it up." You groan. "Soon baby, one more week." He smiles. "I love you." "Forever and always." You say. "See you soon." "Yes you will, sleep tight baby." He smiles before disconnecting. The last week was the longest week ever, but it finally came to an end after what felt like an eternity. It was finally moving day, you happily packed your things into your car, ready to make the trip to your love and best friend. It had been a hard year with only seeing him on occasion, and you knew this would be so much better. ** It was years later and Monsta X was thriving in the US, and everything seemed perfect. You and Wonho were still as in love with each other as the day you both confessed. You had taken the day off work, just needing a day to yourself, sitting in bed and scrolling through your phone, and Wonho was at dance practice, despite having only gotten home a few days ago from promotions. And that's when it popped up. The headline announcing Wonho's decision to leave the group. You didn't understand, you were shocked. You opened the article, and it had said someone had revealed that years ago he had smoked pot. Are you fucking kidding? That's the lamest fucking reason for this shit. You couldn't believe this bitch had the audacity to try and ruin his career and for what? That morning Wonho had spent hours with his manager, the CEO of Starship, his publicist and everyone else who could try to help him. "I think I should leave. Take a break." Wonho sighs. "That might be for the best." Everyone agrees. "We need this to blow over and then get you back with your group. Just be patient and wait it out." His publicist tells him. Leaving was the last thing he wanted to do, but he figured that it was the best for his group. He didn't want them to attract any negative attention. He left the building around lunch time, wandering around unsure of what to do with himself. He didn't want to go home, he didn't want to answer or deal with your questions. He turned off his phone, just needing time to think. Eventually, hours later he went home. You were just about to call him when you heard the front door unlock and then slam. You crawled out of bed and headed for the living room where you saw Wonho sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. "Babe.." you begin. "What happened?" ** You spent the next few hours trying to discuss what had happened and you could tell that he was becoming more and more irate about the entire situation, refusing to tell you anything. You just didn't understand. "I don't get it. Why won't you tell me?" You sigh. "You don't have to fucking get it Y/N. Just fucking drop it." He snaps. "I'm not going to drop it. You need to tell me what happened." You protest. "Back the fuck off. I'm not talking about this anymore!" He yells, grabbing his coat before slamming the door, leaving you wondering what just happened. For the next few weeks Wonho avoided you like you were some kind of virus. If you walked into the apartment, he left. If you went to bed, he went to the couch. You tried texting him, calling him and even facetime. He ignored you. Finally one night you lost it on him. You managed to corner him in the kitchen and this time he didn't try to walk away. He could see the hurt and the pain on your face, the sadness in your eye's and he felt like the worst person in the world for treating you like this. He knew he had to tell you the secret he had been harboring, but he was worried even though he shouldn't be. You were understanding, but with the way he had treated you lately, you may not be. "You need to talk to me! You can't keep ignoring me and keeping me in the dark!" You cry. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to handle it myself, and I knew if I talked to you you'd try to get me to talk about it and get involved, but this was something i needed to do by myself and handle her by myself." He tells you. "Who was she?" You ask nervously. You never thought he would be one to cheat, but then again do you ever truly know someone? "She was just someone who ended up backstage alot. She flirted with me, and tried to get me to go back to her hotel room. The last time was a few days before the story leaked. After practice she managed to slip in the room while I was alone, working on choreography." He tells you. He looks nervous for the next part, he sighs while avoiding eye contact. "She showed up in a trench coat, and when she took it off she was in lingerie." He whispers. Tears slip down your cheeks as you assume the worst, it starts to get harder to breathe. "Did you cheat?" You whisper. "No baby, no no I didn't I promise." He assures you. "So why did you hide it?" You ask. "Because I thought I handled it. I was mean the last time, I assumed it worked and she would just leave me alone now. But instead she dug into my past, exposing shit." He says. "Is it true?" You question. "It doesn't matter. What matters is moving forward and figuring out what I'm going to do next." He sighs, his hand rubbing his forehead. You could tell this was destroying him. Being in Monsta X was a dream come true. He loved the other members. He loved all their fans. That was his life and he needed it back. Wonho and his team worked everyday in an attempt to bring him back into the group. Back to performances, promotions, interviews, but they all knew it would take time. Day after day, week after week, month after month, Wonho hoped that today would be the day. Today he would be able to rejoin the group. But it was never that day. He appreciated you trying to distract him, keeping his spirits up and just being there for him but he was still heartbroken. Wonho regularly went live to talk to his fans, and he couldn't believe the outpour of support he had. He spent time reading comments, checking twitter to see all the love. The billboards, the signs, the banners. Everything he saw fueled him more and more to get back to what he loved to do. He made a promise to never leave his fans, and he wasn't one to break promises. He fought tooth and nail, and finally he succeeded. ** 7 months after Wonho had announced his departure from the group, a new headline appeared. *Wonho rejoins Monsta X and fans couldn't be happier.* You look at him with a surprised face. You had known nothing about it, but you couldn't be happier for him. You jump on him, causing him to fall back on the bed as you tackled him, now straddling his lap. Leaning down, you place a small kiss on his lips. "Why didn't you tell me!?" You ask, lightly smacking his chest. "I wanted it to be a surprise." He laughs. "I'm so happy for you." You whisper, giving him another small kiss. Wonho wraps his arm around you, pulling your body against his more, deepening the kiss. He quickly rolls hou both over, making you now lay on your back, with him between your legs. "How happy are you?" You smirk, as he presses his already hard cock against your pussy. "I'm very happy." He says in a low growly whisper. "Mhm, I can tell." You laugh, bucking your hips to grind yourself on him. "Don't tease me baby, you don't know what I'll do to you." He warns you. "You can do whatever you want to me." You breathe. "Don't mind if I do." He smirks, wiggling his body down yours, pulling your pants down with him, his face between your thighs. You finally had your boyfriend back, and he was finally getting his comeback.

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Kihyun - Jealousy

Pairing: Kihyun x n. Reader

Words: 1637

Summary: Minhyuk knows you like Kihyun. He also knows that Kihyun likes you. Tired of waiting for one of you to make a move, Minhyuk decides to give the two of you a little push. Why not gift Kihyun a little jealousy for his birthday?

The party was loud with people socializing and music playing in the background. Of course, since Hyungwon was throwing this party it was bound to be a hit. Your head nods along with the music as you nurse your drink. There’s a small plate filled with toothpicks. Those little appetizer things were so delicious you couldn’t help yourself. You’re not sure exactly what they are and are debating about asking Hyungwon about them. You are afraid to ask because knowing him each of these tiny little things probably had a large price tag. But oh my god they are so addicting!

A laugh catches your attention and you turn and see the man of the hour with your good friend Shownu. The latter is rubbing his head shyly as Kihyun pats him on his shoulder. The watch on Kihyun’s wrist catches the light and you can’t help but think back to earlier. You and a few closer friends arrived before most of the party. In that more private setting is when you gifted the birthday man with his present. The sleek and intricately designed watch adorning his wrist was something Kihyun has been eyeing for a while. Knowing this, you saved up for a long time wishing to buy it for his birthday. The look of surprise and happiness had been worth it when he opened his present.

After fastening it on it and admiring it some more, Kihyun pulled you into a hug. Now normally a hug wouldn’t surprise you so much but this one felt different. It lasted just a little too long with one of Kihyuns warm hands at your back and the other rested on the back of your head. You melted into his touch with the smell of him surrounding you. He smoothed your hair as he whispered a tender thank you in your ear. The hug was broken by the noise of Jooheon and Minhyuk arriving with the liquor. You found yourself missing his touch as he moved away. He avoided looking at you as he went to help the two in the kitchen. You wrung your hands nervously as you tried to process that moment. It felt as if something changed but yet everything was still the same.

The two of you had known each other since university days. You both met when assigned a group project together. The third member, whose name you can’t remember anymore, completely slacked off the whole time making you and Kihyun pick up the slack. Surviving that ordeal helped the two of you bond. Continued classes together and late nights studying only increased that bond. You were each other’s mental support. Without him you weren’t sure how you would have survived school. Flash forward a few years later to the present and you’re still not sure how you would survive without him. If anything, you feel more dependent on him now than ever. Describing him as your friend seems so lacking as to what you feel towards him. However, that’s what the two of you are, just friends.

Your thoughts are back to the party as someone walks by with more of those delicious, mysterious appetizers. The hand you reach out to steal some is grabbed by another. Following the arm you glare at the offender who stole the opportunity to get more tasty food. Minhyuk wags a finger at you as he glances between you and the pile of toothpicks on the plate beside you.

“I think someone has had enough.”

You pull your arm from his grip and shake your head. “I need like fifty more of those things.”

“I’ll get you more if you tell me something.” He nods his head towards the living room. “Have you told the birthday boy yet?”

You furrow your eyebrows slightly in thought not sure what Minhyuk was getting at. Seeing your look, the attractive man besides you sighs, and a slightly frustrated look crosses his face. “That you’re madly in love with him. OW!”

Minhyuk rubs his arm where you hit him swiftly after his comment. You hiss out a no as you glance around to see if anyone heard. Brown eyes meet yours as you meet Kihyuns questioning gaze from the other room. You don’t realize you are holding your breath till he glances away. Surely he didn’t hear you? You also don’t notice that his gaze falls on Minhyuk next with a hint of warning whom just smirks in response. The next thing you know an arm drapes over your shoulder and starts guiding you away.

“Minhyuk what are you-“

“Don’t worry I have a plan.”

“I’m worried.”

“Look! There’s some more of those appetizers outside.”

You mutter a curse under your breath as the man has you beat. You follow him willingly onto the balcony and quickly fill up a small plate. Seriously how much food did Hyungwon order? You inhale the food as you lean against the balcony railing and look out over the city.

“So, what exactly is your plan mister?”

Your answer is arms being placed on the railing on either side of you and a warm body being pressed against your back. His breath hits your ear as his head lands on your shoulder.

“Patience. It’ll only take a moment. Just eat your snacks.”

You’re not sure what Minhyuk has planned but decide to do as he says. Minhyuk has always been a touchy friend so this is nothing out of the blue. Plus, the food is calling your name, which is the priority here. You place one of the last remaining pieces in your mouth and are about to pull it off the toothpick when the body behind you is suddenly pulled away.

“Ow, Ow, Ow, Ow! Dammit would you stop that!”

You quickly turn around to see a disgruntled Kihyun pulling away your chaotic friend by the ear and you give a small wince. After they are a few steps away Kihyun lets go of Minhyuk’s now red ear. After a short standoff, which you assume is some testosterone thing, Kihyun motions towards inside the apartment. “Hyungwon wants to talk to you.”

“Sure he does.” Minhyuk glances at you quickly before looking back at the other man. “Consider this my second birthday gift to you, old man.” You were so confused at what was happening. Plus, Minhyuk was older than Kihyun. Your train of thought was cut off by an indignant yell. Kihyun takes a step forward and Minhyuk scurries into the party. You follow his path and see Hyungwon raise his glass. Did he just wink at you?

A throat being cleared drags your attention over to the man on the large balcony with you. Which you now realize is now deserted of all other party goers. When did this happen? The slightly judgmental look you were receiving has you raising an eyebrow. “What?”

Kihyun keeps eye contact as he walks back over to you. “He wasn’t bothering you, was he?”

“Not really. Same old Minhyuk y’know?” You shake your head and a stray piece of hair falls in front of your face. Before you can move it, another hand beats you to it. Gently Kihyun’s hand brings the hair behind your ear. His touch lingers slightly making you shiver. Instantly his motherly instincts kick in.

“Are you cold? Do you need to go back inside?” He goes to move towards the door but you grab his hand. The effect is immediate and he stops in his tracks. Noticing his frozen stature and heavy stare at your hands, you let go.

“Sorry! Um, I’m fine. Really!” You can’t help but wring your hands nervously. Why is talking to him so hard all of a sudden! “If you want, I’d like to stay out here. With you. If you want. But if you’re cold you can go inside, or if you want to socialize some more. Don’t let me bother you.” You want to scream. Why are you rambling now!

Kihyun just chuckles as he takes his place back by your side. The two of you stare out the city and just talk. It’s nice and your heart feels warm at the smiles he sends you. Eventually the sky darkens and the skyline is filled with soft lights from surrounding buildings. You feel your body shiver and this time it is indeed from the cold.

If only this were some cliché this would be the moment Kihyun would hand you his jacket. However, Kihyun has no jacket as he notices your shiver. He doesn’t head to the door this time but instead seems to be internally debating with himself. The next moment he takes a step behind you. Before you can turn around you feel two arms slide around you. A warm chest meets you back and the breath that hits your ear has you in chills. Déjà vu hits you but this feels different than it did with Minhyuk.

“Is this ok?”

You lean back into his hold and sigh out a yes. To you this was perfect. You’re both silent as you continued staring out at the cityscape around you. The hands around you shift slightly and you turn your head to look at Kihyun. A gasp leaves your lips when you suddenly find his head angled towards yours and your lips lightly brush his.

“Is this ok?”

Instead of answering him out loud you simply press your lips back to his. You can feel the grin on his lips as he gently molds his mouth to yours.

What the two of you don’t see is Minhyuk giving Hyungwon a high five inside the apartment. The duo then attracts everyone’s attention away from the screen door to give you and Kihyun some privacy. You’re sure to hear about it later that’s for sure.

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A Weekend in Rome

Pairing: Kihyun x Reader Genre: Fluff Word Count: 2,2k Summary: Your business trip to Rome turned out completely different from what you’d imagined, as your attractive co-worker decided to accopany you. 

You never really like rules. It was easier to not restrict yourself, in the end you would just be disappointed with yourself for not being able to follow them. So you only had one thing that could be considered a rule. A simple one that you had just put out there for yourself to keep an eye out. You never really thought that you would find yourself in a situation that required you to listen to yourself. Your rule had been to never date or get romantically involved with a co-worker or to simply fall for one. The emphasis lies on the ‘had been’ because at this very moment you couldn't be further away from following it. 

You were sitting in a cafe and fidgeted with the sugar packets, neatly putting them in their container and then spilling it out again to arrange them differently. It wasn't out of boredom, rather out of pure nervousness with a slight hint of terror. 

When you had agreed to come to this conference you never would have dreamed that the head of marketing would tag along. You had envisioned this trip as a nice getaway, a possibility to work with it not feeling like work at all. 

Rome had been a dream destination for you since you were little and to have the opportunity to go there for a long weekend with it being completely paid by your company had made it even better. You only had to attend a few talks and give a 30-minute presentation yourself, easy peasy. The rest of the time you would have been free to roam the city and to do every touristy and non-touristy thing you could think of. This plan had been crossed effortlessly by Yoo Kihyun himself. 

The small cafe near the venue was nearly empty apart from you and Kihyun, who now made his way back to you, two coffees in hand. He sported you a bright smile and sat down opposite of you. You quickly grabbed the sugar packets that were still sprawled over the entire table and shoved them into the container, ruining your last 5 minutes of meticulous work. You tried to smile back at him but knew that this was not your usual charming professional smile but the awkward smile of your thirteen-year-old self trying to talk to a boy. You had been thoroughly convinced that you had dropped that bashful, clumsy version of yourself ages ago. But here you were surprising yourself in the most uncalled for and unwanted way possible. 

"I gotta say you were pretty impressive up there," Kihyun loosened the slim black tie around his neck and opened the top button. It was a hot day, the sun almost at its highest point grilling all that stood in its way. Part of you missed the wonderfully climated hall you had spent the last 3 hours in because now the only thing that cooled you slightly was the soft fresh breeze which gradually flowed through the stuffy mediterranean air. He rolled up the sleeves of his button down without breaking eye contact. And with that simple course of action he made the day a little hotter. You felt your ears slowly turn red as you tried to look as normal as you could even after the unexpected compliment and now the slow transition from business to casual was messing with your brain considerably.

You couldn't be serious. This wasn't your first date. In fact you didn't know if this could even be called a date. You had held your presentation an hour ago and afterwards he just asked you to grab coffee. 

That is all this was. 

That is all this was, you repeated to yourself. But you had no chance in avoiding how handsome the man before you was. You had seen him in a few board meetings before and even though your two departments usually worked closely together you seldomly had any face-to-face contact with him since his office was in a different building complex. Luckily for you, because even though you never really fell for him, which would definitely be against your rule, you still were very much attracted to him and had trouble staying focused in the very few times you actually occupied the same space just like now.

"Thanks," you were able to mumble. You took your coffee from the tray and gave him a small nod. 

"So tell me more about what you found out.” 

After hearing those words you immediately relaxed. This wasn't a date. Not at all. He just wanted to talk to you about your work. That you could do. There was no reason to be awkward, this was strictly professional. You sighed in relief and started to explain all the various components of your talk and went further into detail. He listened to you attentively while sipping his coffee.

"So as I said it is extremely vital to continue monitoring -"

"-You know I gotta say I like you better that way"

"Excuse me?" 

"Well you seemed really uncomfortable since I invited you. It's nice to see you relax a bit. Makes me feel less like I am forcing you out on a date"

"A....a date?"

"Yeah a date. Did I not make that clear?" He looked a little lost and you could clearly see the gears inside his head turning. "I'm sorry. I really thought that would have been obvious." He chuckled and you were completely unable to focus.

Your response probably took you longer than it was comfortable for both parties. But you couldn't believe that you got this all wrong. So this was supposed to be a date. Well that changed things. Or did it really? If you were comfortable talking to him a second ago why would you now be this damn flustered. Sure he was intimidatingly perfect and having taken an interest in him over the last year or so made you not wanting to screw up. So sure nervousness was perfectly appropriate. Still this was your chance. Your chance to get to know him. And what did you plan to do, run? Like hell that would be a good idea. You were here, he was here and you were in goddamn Rome having clearly left your one rule at the airport. So screw it. Might as well make the best of it. 

You brushed a stray strand of hair back over your ear and mustered your courage.

"I’m sorry. A date sounds great and it gives us some time to get to know each other and even though we've been working together for a year now I hardly know you." 

"Well it's not like you ever gave me a chance. You usually just rush out of the meetings I am part of and I rarely see you at the cafeteria." You knew exactly why you didn't try to get any close to him because you would have probably fallen for him instantly. As you were doing now. 

“I mean I could have asked you out via email but let's be honest that would have been really weird. Attached you can find the overview we discussed and also would you be interested in grabbing a coffee with me' I don't think so." You giggled. 

"Actually I got one of those once. From Minhyuk in sales. I really didn't know how to respond”

"Funny I got one or those as well." Both of you burst out into laughter.

“But seriously though. It's like whenever I see you, you are running all over the place your bright yellow binder in hand. And I never see you at the cafeteria. You're really not that easy to get close to."

"I'm sorry I feel like I was just dashing through life the last couple of months. I mean you know how stressful the whole project was. So I never really had time to myself or for others"

“Well sounds to me like it’s about damn time you had some fun.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you from your seat, quickly wrapping an arm around your waist to prevent you from stumbling. You were close to him. Too close. You could feel the heat rushing towards your head and forgot to breathe for what felt like forever. His face was now only a few inches away from you. Your eyes were drawn towards his lips and for a split second you couldn’t stop your mind from going places you had tried to avoid. You could just simply kiss him, it would be so easy. The only thing you’d had to do would be to place your hand on the back of his neck and slowly draw him in. You could do that. Probably.

“So where do you wanna go first? I know some really nice spots”

You steadied your footing and straightened your skirt steadily brushing away the wrinkles and the thoughts that were filling your head. “Sure surprise me”

And surprise you he did. You spend most of the day going from gallery to museum and marveled at the beautiful architecture. Your plan had only involved the mainstream tourist spots, the blatantly obvious go to spots. But it was paling in comparison to the places he showed you. 

He excitedly told you everything he knew about the places he showed you all the while never leaving your side. You tried your best to let your eyes remain on the things he was telling you about but ever so often you couldn’t stop yourself from admiring the man beside you. 

The bright midday sun was highlighting the sharp edges of his face making it look even more perfect than it already was. His laugh and smile were intoxicating, making you smile brightly everytime and making you want to spend every waking second of this weekend with him. Seeing him wildly gesticulate in the air because words were not enough to convey his excitement, seeing his eyes light up when he noticed how interested you were and most of all making you feel like you were the only thing that mattered. He was able to casually take your hand whenever it was necessary to not lose you or simply because just standing next to you didn’t cut it. 

“How do you even know of these places?” you had asked him once you entered a quiet alley looking for a specific restaurant he’d been talking about for the whole day. 

“Well I spent the last few years at this conference, just with a different employer. So once I got the main touristy things out of the way I got bored and started to wander around, talked to locals, that kind of thing. I mean touristy spots aside those small places have their own charm and they are not so damn crowded all the time” you turned a corner. 

The alley you had entered was gorgeous and it looked like an old painting or at least a picture perfect little world. The narrow cobblestone path wound around the houses. Not the straight lines of streets that dictated where you were going but rather like a little stream that was built gradually to connect the houses without wanting to disturb any of them. The buildings were overgrown with ivy and every house seemed to have their own little hanging garden perched upon the small balconies. Everything was framed in green and a few radiant specks of colour in the form of tiny flowers. You hadn’t moved but were just admiring the view. Trying to take it all in and commit it to memory. 

“Ah there we are” The place he pointed to was a small window front, not more than the little shops at home that had been neatly arranged next to each other. It only had a few chairs outside.

“Come on. Let’s eat” 

Kihyun was standing right beside you and took your hand, gently guiding you towards a free table. “

The meal had been delicious and after it was over none of you had the intention of leaving instead you spent the rest of the evening talking until the sun was slowly setting. The twilight illuminated the small world you were currently lost in. Sitting in this tiny restaurant and talking to the man you had tried so hard to avoid.

Giving in had been so easy. You didn’t want to fall in love, hell you even went to such length as to not give him any chance to really talk to you. And absolutely you were right. Because right now that mushy feeling in your stomach had grown to a size you could no longer ignore. No you didn’t want to fall in love but you sure as hell were. He’s shown you his favorite places, the hidden gems in his tour all putting one thought in your head that you couldn't shake: He seems to like you. Or was he just playing with you? Taking you along to not spend the weekend alone and ditching you once you were back home? Maybe just maybe he’d be capable of this. And let’s be honest just because you were getting attached wouldn’t mean he’d do the same, now would it. But right now you didn’t care. Even if he was just playing some wicked game with you, you had already fallen too deep. Too deep to realize it even if you wanted to and too deep to care that he might destroy that little world of yours in 2 days time.