#jooheon lee x fanfic

[kawaiixbeats]

Chapter 8

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Today was finally the day; the guys were coming home. Penelope could hardly contain her excitement at the thought of seeing Ki again. She was also looking forward to catching up with Sanghee and hearing her plans for the reunion. It was the perfect opportunity to discuss hosting the dinner party for Azalea.

The anticipation was thrilling but nerve-wracking. Although Penelope knew the guys were arriving today, their exact arrival time remained a mystery. Penelope still had to go to work, and her mind raced with ideas. Yet she realized she hadn’t worked out all the logistics.

One big question was the date. She knew Azalea had Sundays off, which seemed like a safe bet for planning the gathering. But Penelope also wondered if there might be another day that worked better for everyone. Azalea seemed to practically live at the cafe, and Penelope didn’t want to add unnecessary stress to her friend’s busy schedule.

Then there was the food. What would they serve? Penelope didn’t want to make it complicated, but she wanted the dinner to feel special. She mentally noted to talk to Ki about keeping things simple while still making it a meaningful occasion.

As she prepared for her workday, Penelope reminded herself to take it one step at a time. “No need to overstress before even asking Azzy or Ki,” she muttered, throwing on her shoes and grabbing her bag. With one last glance at her phone for updates, she headed out the door, determined to stay productive until it was finally time to reunite.

Azalea woke up with a whirlwind of thoughts centered around Penelope and her boyfriend. Today was the day he was coming home. As Azalea mulled over their past conversations, it dawned on her that Penelope had never told her his name. The realization unsettled her. Why hadn’t she mentioned it? Was it something she overlooked, or was there a reason she was keeping it to herself? Azalea shook her head, trying to dismiss her overthinking as she grabbed her things and headed out the door for another day at the cafe.

When she arrived, she was greeted as usual by Ms. Kim, her warm yet no-nonsense manager.

“Good morning, Azalea,” Ms. Kim said, her tone unusually formal.

“Good morning, Ms. Kim. How are you today?” Azalea replied politely, though her instincts told her something was up.

“I’m well, thank you. I want to speak with you for a moment in my office,” Ms. Kim said, gesturing toward the back.

Azalea felt a twinge of worry but followed without question. She couldn’t think of anything she had done wrong, but the sudden formality of the request made her nervous.

As they entered the office, Ms. Kim motioned for her to sit. “Azalea, I called you in to thank you for everything you do for us. You’re one of the most dedicated and hardworking people here, and it doesn’t go unnoticed. With that being said, I have two things to share with you. First, we’re giving you a raise. And second,” Ms. Kim paused for dramatic effect, “we’re forcing you to take an additional day off every week. Effective immediately, you’ll have Saturdays and Sundays off and cannot pick up shifts on those days.”

Azalea blinked in surprise, her thoughts racing. A raise? Forced days off? She didn’t know how to feel.

“Ms. Kim, I’m incredibly grateful for the raise, but I can’t accept the extra day off. I don’t mind working when needed, and I don’t want to make someone else cover for me.”

Ms. Kim held up her hand to stop her. “Azalea, you need a life outside of this cafe. You’re here six days a week, from open to close. It’s admirable, but it’s not sustainable. I’m the owner, and I can tell you firsthand it’s unhealthy. So, no arguments. Starting now, you have Saturdays and Sundays off. Enjoy them.”

Azalea recognized the finality in her voice and knew better than to argue. “Yes, ma’am. Thank you for the kindness.” She stood, bowed slightly, and exited the office.

Back on the floor, her coworkers shot her concerned glances. “It’s fine; Ms. Kim just wanted to tell me I work too much. Starting now, I’m off on Saturdays and Sundays. I didn’t get a choice.” Azalea reassured them.

The sigh of relief from her coworkers was almost comical, and Azalea couldn’t help but laugh. “Wait,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Did you guys plan this? Some intervention?”

Her coworkers exchanged sheepish smiles but didn’t deny it. Azalea was amused but also touched as she shook her head.

As the day wore on and she fell back into the rhythm of work, her thoughts drifted again to Penelope. Would she stop by today? Azalea wasn’t sure, but she hoped so. There was something comforting about Penelope’s presence, even if Azalea was still puzzling over why she didn’t know much about her boyfriend or his name.

As the hours passed at the café without a sign of Penelope, Azalea felt a subtle ache creeping into her chest. It wasn’t like Penelope came by every day. The knowledge that Penelope’s boyfriend was returning today made Azalea feel displaced, activating old wounds of abandonment. One she thought she’d tucked away started whispering doubts into her mind.

When her shift ended, Azalea walked home, trying to shake the feeling. She knew it was irrational. Penelope wasn’t intentionally ignoring her; she was probably busy, especially if her boyfriend had finally returned. Still, the urge to share her news about Saturdays got gnawed at her. She wanted to see Penelope’s face when she told her. She didnt want to text it. She wanted to be important enough for her friend to care about the small victories.

She debated texting Penelope at her apartment but quickly dismissed the thought. She didn’t want to interrupt, didn’t want to seem clingy. Instead, she decided on some self-care. A bath with her favorite milk-and-honey bubble bath and Epsom salts, paired with one of her comfort shows on her laptop, seemed like the perfect remedy.

The warm water and familiar sounds lulled her into a deep relaxation, too deep, as it turned out. Azalea startled awake, the water icy, and the room eerily quiet. She cursed herself for falling asleep; what if something worse had happened? Wrapping herself in a towel, shivering from the cold, she made a mental note to be more careful.

After drying off, she set her laptop on the dresser and slipped into her softest pajamas. A glance at her phone revealed a single notification from Charli. The time difference meant Chari hadn’t noticed anything unusual, and Azalea felt a pang of relief mixed with sadness. Even her best friend hadn’t been actively reaching out.

Feeling emotionally drained, Azalea decided not to reply to Charli or contact anyone else. She slid under the covers, hoping sleep would bring her the reset she desperately needed.

“Tomorrow will be better,” she whispered into the quiet room. Closing her eyes, she willed herself to believe it, even if part of her wasn’t so sure.

Penelope sat at her desk, her head resting heavily in her hands. The day had dragged on endlessly as she worked tirelessly on finalizing details for an upcoming company mixer. The goal was simple, fun, and relaxing for all. No work talk was allowed, but the execution was anything but. When she looked at the clock, it was well past the end of her usual workday. Her stomach growled, and a dull headache throbbed behind her eyes, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten or touched her phone since arriving that morning.

Penelope groaned, leaned back in her chair, and called it a night. She texted for a car and gathered her things, her thoughts racing as she went home. She hadn’t heard from Azalea or Ki all day, and the silence felt heavier than usual. Guilt hit her; she had meant to check in but hadn’t found a spare moment. 

When she arrived home, her exhaustion weighed her down like lead. She unlocked the door and shuffled inside, kicking off her shoes and swapping them for her cozy slippers. As she turned to head to her room, she froze. Standing in the living room was her amazingly handsome 5’9” boyfriend, Kihyun. His gorgeous black hair, whose length goes to the middle of his eyes with an undercut, and his familiar smirk warmed her heart.

“Kihyun!” she cried, her fatigue momentarily forgotten as she threw herself into his arms. His laugh rumbled softly as he held her tight. “I missed you so much!” she said, her voice cracking with emotion. “It’s been such a rough day.”

“I missed you too,” he said, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Tell me what happened.”

Penelope sighed, leaning into him for support. “I didn’t even realize how late it was. I didn’t eat or check my phone because I was busy with this work. I didn’t get to the cafe or hear from Azalea. Sometimes, it feels like I’m failing everyone.”

Kihyun cupped her face in his hands and looked at her thoughtfully. “You’re not failing anyone, Penelope. You do so much for everyone; you must care for yourself, too.”

She smiled weakly, knowing he was right. “I’ll try,” she promised.

“No trying,” he said, his tone firm but caring. “First, you’re eating. Then you’re going to rest. We’ll figure everything else out tomorrow.”

Before she could protest, Kihyun led her to the kitchen. He began preparing her a quick dinner since she needed to eat. Sitting at the table, she felt the day’s weight start to lift. For now, she let herself be cared for, grateful to have him back home.

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[moonhoures]

All Of Me

🕷️ kinktober — day 7: breeding kink / creampie 🕸️

pairing: jooheon (monsta x) + reader (afab/fem)

genre: idol!au, mild angst, fluff, smut

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, established relationship, unprotected sex, creampie, mention of pregnancy (but no actual pregnancy), mention of joo’s military enlistment

word count: ~2.1k

synopsis: you and your idol bf tenderly enjoy one more night together before his enlistment

a/n: dedicating this to my fav jooheon stan @carronpatrick 💕 hope you enjoy it 🫂 also, there’s not much of a breeding kink aspect to this, i’ve realized, so i removed that from the tagline 🙃

posted: october 7, 2023

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So here it was. The day you had been dreading ever since you and Jooheon first started dating. On top of dealing with the hardships of dating an idol—a very successful and famous one at that—you also had to deal with his leaving for military service. He reminded you of it every once in a while, and for the longest time it felt so far away. But now the day had arrived on your doorstep with no remorse, no empathy.

“Don’t look so sad,” your boyfriend tried to lighten the mood as you two sat at the edge of your bed. He had come over to spend the night with you and pick up some of his things from your apartment. He was set to leave for his enlistment two days from now, so this was the last day you had him all to yourself until he would go, “Eighteen months will pass faster than you think. And it’s not like we won’t be able to see or talk to each other.”

“I know,” you put all your energy into speaking with no sign of distress, but your voice betrayed you with a wobble. Jooheon frowned a little, resting his arm around your shoulders as you started to sniffle and tears pricked at your eyes.

“I’ll talk to you as often as I can. That’s a promise. You remember I made you that promise the first year we dated,” he reminded you of that night. Of course, the memory was engrained in your mind like a movie you had just seen yesterday—most of your memories with him were. You recalled you two sitting on the couch, sipping on some beer and eating take-out. He had just finished a media run for Monsta X’s most recent comeback, and he had finally got a night off to spend with you. The topic of his enlistment came up and brought down the mood, but somehow Jooheon always knew what to say to make you feel better.

“_________, I promise, on everything I own and love, that during my enlistment I will use any means and any time I have to talk to you, first and foremost,” even a little tipsy, with his hands jokingly on his chest and in the air (respectively), he managed to say those words so sincerely. You had no choice but to trust his words back then. And even now, you trusted him with everything you had.

“I feel so dumb for crying. It’s not like you’re leaving forever,” you wiped your eyes with the back of your hands, and the smallest smile finally cracked your lips when his laugh sounded from beside you.

“Exactly,” he said, “I’ll be back sooner than you think. And I’ll be sure to set aside lots of time just for us. Just for you,” he corrected himself, pressing a kiss to your head. When you looked up at him, his eyes softened at the redness and teariness in your own. His hand reached up to hold your chin still while he leaned down to give you a tender kiss.

It was a wonder that Jooheon always knew what to say in every situation, but especially without saying anything at all. It was like he spoke with his body language too. Because the kiss he gave you then seemed to whisper it’ll be okay. His other hand holding your waist assured you i’ll always be here when you need me, even if i’m not physically here. The way he rested his forehead against yours after pulling away said i’ll always be yours.

“When you get back-” you started speaking tentatively, and to your surprise, your words came out more confident than before, “-we’re not leaving this bed for a few days, at least. You understand?”

His brows raised and his dimples made an appearance as he chuckled. He nodded, biting his lip subtly before replying, “I was already planning on that. Make sure you have the condoms stocked when I get back.”

As he leaned in for another kiss, your hands were holding onto the fabric of his shirt, feebly attempting to keep him closer, “But I wanna feel you when you get back. Not latex.”

You tried not to smirk against his lips when you felt a low rumble from his chest into his throat.

“Fuck, don’t get me started, _______,” he whined, his hand already going back to your face. His fingers caressed your jaw as his eyes traced between your eyes and lips. Everything in him was begging to have you in that moment.

“Come on, Joo. One more time before you go?” you breathed out against his cheek in between the kisses you pressed to it.

You could feel his breathing getting heavier, and one glance at his lap let you know he was at least considering it. You tested the waters by leaning down and kissing under his jaw, his weak spot. You hummed, “Please.”

Your boyfriend merely groaned in response before he was taking your face in his hands, bringing your lips to his in an abrupt, smashing kiss. He took control easily, you always melted into putty in his hands. You molded to him in any way he manipulated you. He had eased you onto your back, your thighs at the edge of the bed as he continued to make out with you fervently.

Despite how tender and careful he was in his touches, there was an underlying, waiting sense of ferociousness. Like he was waiting for the perfect moment to unleash on you. And you couldn’t wait for the moment to come. You tried to coax it from him, using your fingers to grip at his back. You urged him closer with the rocking of your hips, with the nudging of your feet against his ass. He simply chuckled at your attempts, finding you cute when you were so desperate for him.

He whispered sweet nothings to you as you both discarded your clothing, utters of how beautiful you looked. How good you would feel. How he already couldn’t wait to come back even though he hadn’t left yet. Before the sadness could settle in you again, you were moaning at the feeling of his bare cock resting over your pelvis. His lips peppered kisses all over your chest as his hand pumped his erection in preparation for you. He smiled to himself when you started to move your hips up, quietly exhorting him to fuck you.

“Are the condoms still in the drawer?” he asked you, starting to peel himself away so he could go get them.

You stopped him, hands holding onto his biceps for dear life, “We don’t need to use them. If this is the last time we do this before you go, I want to feel you, Jooheon. Just you.”

Your boyfriend’s dick twitched, and he leaned back down to capture your lips again. He was so whipped for you. His heart skipped a beat when he felt your body pressed up against his. When he heard the sounds you made for him. When he felt how wet you were already. His fingertips swiped up your slit, and he relished in the airy moans you let out before he circled your clit.

“I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me,” he said, watching your resolve crumble beneath his touch, “It’s been so long since we did it raw.”

It was; over a year, in fact. And it nearly didn’t happen at all. The two of you were getting hot and heavy in his car one day on a road trip, and had gotten to the best part before realizing neither of you had a condom on you. After a minute of panic, you decided to say fuck it and went through with your actions anyway. But you lived in anxiety afterwards. You weren’t really nervous about getting pregnant with Jooheon’s kid, though being pregnant at all did make your stomach sink. But you were more so nervous about tarnishing Jooheon’s career and/or reputation. You wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you were the cause of such turmoil. Luckily, you didn’t fall pregnant, but you two swore not to do it with condom again until you were both sure that’s what you wanted to do. Now just felt right.

“I want to feel you,” you repeated eagerly, getting impatient. You could feel him lining up at your entrance, his hand still stroking his erection.

“You’ll feel me, baby. All of me.”

Boy, did you. You sucked in a breath as he sunk between your folds, filling you to the brim with his thick length. You watched his face screw up with a disgruntled expression as he felt your tight walls constrict him. He forgot how good you felt like this.

“Holy shit,” he grunted.

You smiled, urging him to start thrusting by pulling on his waist with your hands. Your nails lightly dug into his skin. He hissed while he pulled out, barely keeping his tip in before thrusting back into you slowly. His hips bucked into yours in a growing rhythm. Heavy breaths and the sounds of wet kissing surrounded you two. It was like the two of you made lustful music when you made love. That’s what it always was with him. “Fucking” didn’t sound right to Jooheon. If he was going to have sex with you, he was going to pour in every ounce of his love and appreciation for you that he could muster.

He drilled into you, but his lips were soft and smooth in the way they touched your body, wherever they could reach. He made sure to tell you how good you made him feel and how well you took him. Little did you know that it was mostly because he could feel the effect it had on you. Every touch, every kiss, every word had your insides fluttering, your pussy clenching on him as if he would disappear if you didn’t. In a way, he was going to disappear, you supposed.

“I’m going to miss you so much,” you pouted, feeling that sinking sensation in your stomach as you felt tears welling up in your eyes again.

Jooheon’s hips faltered as he made eye contact with you. His orbs began to mirror yours briefly before he pulled himself together. He continued to thrust into you, softer than before, “I’ll miss you so much more, trust me. I’m gonna think about you every second of every day. Gonna count down the minutes until I can see you again.”

“Joo,” you moaned as you felt your climax building in your lower belly. Your leg muscles were tensing up from the impending sensation.

“Baby,” he whimpered, on the brink of his own release. This was the only bad part of not using a condom; you felt too good. There was no way in hell he could last as long as he usually did. All he could do was hope that you would want round two, and maybe a round three, or four . . .

“Want you to cum inside.”

“I will,” he nodded, eyelids closing tight as he shuddered. He was so close, “Gonna take it all?”

“Mhm,” you hugged around his shoulders, drawing him close until his forehead was on yours. He pressed a haphazard kiss to your nose out of passion, and you chuckled softly.

“Fuc-“ he couldn’t even finish before he was cumming, painting your core. He shook under your touch, his strength wavering under the weight of his orgasm. “Holy shit, that feels so good. You feel so good. I wish you could feel this the way I do.”

Your head was spinning from the way he talked you through it. You could only moan out his name as you came after him, his warmth filling you up sending you over the edge, “Oh my God.”

“That’s it,” he kissed your neck, then he leaned down to hug you properly. It felt oddly nice having his body weight on you, like a comforting blanket.

You would miss this. Not just the love-making, but all of it. Him. You would miss him. It was hard enough being away from him most days due to his job, but having him be unavailable for long periods of time was going to be a form of hell. All you wanted to do was have him like this all the time. All to yourself. You wanted to be able to kiss him and hold him whenever you felt like it. You didn’t want to worry about him up and leaving at any time for any reason. You wanted to have him completely. Was it still selfishness if it was out of pure, uncontainable love?

“Eighteen months,” you didn’t realize you had said it out loud until Jooheon pulled away to regard you with a crestfallen nod.

“Eighteen months,” he confirmed. You prayed that it would be the fastest year and six months of your life.

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[stayteezdreams]

Distraction

Plot: After having a bad day, your boyfriend decides to distracts you from your thoughts by starting a snowball fight.

Pairing: Lee Jooheon | Joohoney x Gn!Reader

A/N: This is my first time writing for Joohoney (and Monsta X), so I hope you like it!

Warnings: Nothing!

Words: ~1.3k

Your thoughts were far from present as you slowly walked through the park on your way home. Your hands were shoved in your pockets, gripping the hand warmers Jooheon had given you.

Your mind was busy replaying everything that had gone wrong today. All the annoying comments made your way, the coworkers who seem to like putting all their work on you, the things that never seemed to work out the way you wanted. The little annoying things that kept happening over and over. Dropping things, spilling drinks, bumping into stuff. It had just been one of those days.

Jooheon could tell something was off when he had texted you earlier in the day. Your replies were short and held a lack of emojis and personality than they usually did. Worry crept at the back of his mind, so he decided to meet you on your walk home.

His feet crunched through the snow as he made his way through the park, his smile widening when he spotted your familiar figure headed his way. As he was about to call out, his own voice faltered as he saw the look on your face.

Something had definitely happened.

You looked tired, fed up, and very distracted, not even noticing the person you almost tripped over as you passed by a bench.

He frowned as his chest tightened; he hated seeing you anything less than happy.

Stepping into your path, he watched as you slowly approached him, never fully looking ahead or paying attention. He would have laughed had he not been worried, when you walked directly into him.

Stepping back in alarm, you looked up in a mild panic, ready to apologize to whoever it was you just ran into.

"I'm so sorr-" your voice died when you were met by your boyfriend’s familiar kind, yet piercing gaze. "Honey?"

He smiled at you, but it was a soft, sad smile. "Where were you?"

"Huh?"

He reached out and gently tapped your forehead with the knuckle of his finger. "I could have been a flight of stairs baby. Why aren't you paying attention to where you are going?"

You looked down with a soft pout before meeting his gaze again, all the emotions and stress rising to the surface as you met your boyfriend’s worried gaze.

Seemingly able to see what was happening, he smiled softly at you as he stretched out his arms for you. A soft melancholic smile spread across your face as you stepped forward, wrapping your own arms around him and pressing your face into his chest. His embrace felt like a warm blanket placed over you, you already felt the stress of the day fading just due to his presence.

As he wrapped his arms around you, he let out a loud contented sigh. After holding you in silence for a few moments, you spoke, voice muffled from his puffy jacket.

"I had a bad day."

He nodded before pressing a kiss to your head, "I thought you must have. You seemed off in your texts earlier."

You pulled your head back to meet his eyes, "Is that why you’re here?"

He nodded and you smiled, making his lips curl before he pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

"I'll take you home." Releasing you from your hug, he turned to walk beside you, lacing his fingers through yours. "And you can complain about whatever it was that made you had a bad day."

Jooheon was always a good listener, and he always knew when and how to speak up about what was annoying or hurting you. He cursed your annoying coworkers and lamented about the days when nothing seems to go your way.

Letting out a groan as you complained about one of your particularly annoying coworkers, you shook your head. "I need to stop thinking about it, it's just gonna keep making me mad."

He let out a soft laugh as he looked around, an idea rising. "So, you need a distraction?"

You nodded, watching as he let go of your hand and ran ahead of you. You pouted in confusion, watching as he seemed to pick something up from the ground.

By the time you realized what it was he was doing, it was too late.

You raised your hands in alarm, ready to yell at him, but let out a gasp instead as you recoiled at the snowball flying your direction.

His familiar cackle rose in the air as you looked at him with offense and shock. "Jooheon!"

Quickly spinning around to make your own snowball, he watched you with amusement and relief, glad you were finally smiling again. His smile turned to fear as you pelted him with two snowballs one after another.

Onlookers laughed at your antics as they walked past, enjoying the sight of a grown couple having fun.

After countless more snowballs were thrown between you as you ran around the park, the thoughts of the day were long gone from your mind.

Seeing Jooheon run towards you, you yelped in fear as you run away with a startled laugh. Evading him as you ran around a bench and then a fountain, you yelled out in surprise as he vaulted over a bench to cut you off.

Tackling you, thought as lightly as he could, you laughed as you fell back into the snow, his hand purposefully cupping the back of your head to keep you safe. He was giggling wildly in your ear as he hugged you tight. You smacked his back a few times as you tried to catch your breath.

Jooheon rose up and leaned onto his elbow as he looked over at you with a wide grin. Climbing over you so he was partially on top of you, he looked down at you and let out a soft sigh. "There it is."

You furrowed your brow, "What?"

Reaching his hand up, he gently caressed your face, "Your smile. I was starting to miss it."

Your chest felt warm as he gazed down at you, smiling, you reached up and took his hand. "You always know how to make me smile."

He grinned as he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, and then your lips.

"I'd be a bad boyfriend if I didn't."

"It’s a good thing that you’re the best boyfriend then."

"Am I?"

You nodded and he grinned before peppering your faces with kisses, making you giggle and try to hide yourself.

When he finally finished his assault, he helped you to sit up. You let out a sigh as you looked around the powdery white park. "It's been a long time since in played in the snow."

"We should do it again."

You nodded in agreement as he stood up, reaching out his hands to help you up. Rising to your feet you helped each other brush the snow off your clothes.

As he turned away from you, you took the opportunity and jumped up onto his back. He let out a startled laugh as you wrapped your legs and arms around him, holding him tight.

He laughed, "So I'm your ride home now too?"

You giggled as you hugged your arms around his neck and nodded, "Yes."

He chuckled and shook his head before grabbing your legs to help hold you up. "What was that you said before? What kind of boyfriend am I?"

Grinning, you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "The best."

He nodded as he began carrying you through the park, "That's right. Never forget it."

You chuckled softly as you rested your head on his shoulder. Heart warm, and the grievances of the day forgotten.

xx End xx

I think this came out pretty cute! Jooheon would make such a fun boyfriend.

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[clariannahoney]

Tempted by the Bad Boy's Kiss

The bass thumped through the walls of the dimly lit club, vibrating in sync with the pounding of my heart. The air was thick with sweat and perfume, a heady mix that made it hard to think straight. I should have been dancing, lost in the rhythm, but all I could do was watch him from across the room. He stood by the bar, his back to me, one hand gripping a bottle of whiskey as if it were an extension of his arm. His dark hair fell into his eyes, which were hidden behind a pair of aviator sunglasses, even though it was night.

Joohoney. The name rolled off my tongue like a forbidden fruit, sweet and dangerous. He wasn’t just any bad boy; he was the kind of guy who made you forget why you shouldn’t want him. And I wanted him. God, how I wanted him.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but the scent of his cologne—something woodsy and intoxicating—lingered in the air, pulling me closer. I couldn’t resist. I never could. With every step I took toward him, the music seemed to fade, leaving only the sound of my own pulse echoing in my ears.

He turned just as I reached him, his lips curling into a smirk that sent shivers down my spine. “Well, well, look who decided to show up,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, like he’d just woken up from a nap. But there was nothing sleepy about the way his eyes roamed over me, taking in every inch of my body with a hunger that made my knees weak.

“Couldn’t stay away,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. The truth was out there now, hanging between us like a threadbare curtain, ready to be torn down.

He leaned in closer, so close that I could feel the heat radiating off his skin. “Good,” he murmured, his breath warm against my cheek. “Because I can’t either.”

Before I could respond, his hand was on my waist, pulling me flush against him. My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, fingers tangling in the soft strands of his hair. His lips found mine, and everything else—the noise, the lights, the people—faded away. All that existed was him and I, locked in a kiss that was both desperate and tender.

His tongue slid against mine, coaxing a moan from deep within my throat. I pressed myself closer, needing more, wanting to crawl inside him and lose myself in the darkness that always seemed to follow him. His hands roamed down my back, slipping under the hem of my shirt to graze the bare skin beneath. The touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my veins.

“Let’s get out of here,” he whispered against my lips, his voice thick with desire. I nodded, unable to form words, my mind too clouded with lust to think clearly.

He grabbed my hand and led me through the crowd, his grip firm and unyielding. We didn’t stop until we reached the parking lot, the cool night air a stark contrast to the heat of the club. Joohoney pulled me into the shadows, where the streetlights couldn’t reach, and pushed me up against the side of his car.

“Tell me you want this,” he demanded, his voice rough and urgent. His eyes bore into mine, searching for something—anything—that would give him permission to keep going.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “I want this,” I breathed, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.

His lips crashed down on mine again, harder this time, as if he was afraid I might change my mind. His hands were everywhere—in my hair, on my hips, sliding up my shirt to cup my breasts. I gasped into his mouth, the sensation overwhelming, but not enough. I needed more.

I tugged at the hem of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. He pulled back just long enough to yank it over his head, revealing a chest covered in tattoos that seemed to tell a story of their own. My fingers traced the lines, feeling the muscles beneath tense and relax with each stroke.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he growled, his voice strained. He grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head against the car door. The position left me vulnerable, but instead of feeling scared, I felt alive. Every nerve ending was on fire, begging for release.

His mouth moved lower, trailing kisses down my neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin just below my ear. I arched my back, pressing myself against him, seeking relief from the tension building inside me. His teeth scraped gently against my collarbone, and I cried out, the sound mingling with the distant hum of the city.

“Please,” I begged, my voice trembling. “Please, Joohoney.”

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with need. “What do you want, baby?” he asked, his voice a low purr.

I hesitated, the words stuck in my throat. It was one thing to want him, to crave the rush of adrenaline that came with being near him, but to say it out loud… That was different. That made it real.

But then his lips were on mine again, silencing any doubts I had. His tongue swept into my mouth, tasting me, owning me. I melted into him, my body responding without thought, without hesitation.

“I want you,” I finally managed to say, the words breaking free like a dam bursting. “I want you so bad.”

His eyes darkened even further, if that was possible, and he released my wrists, letting his hands roam freely over my body. He cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples, already hard and aching for his touch. I moaned, arching into his hands, desperate for more.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he muttered, his voice hoarse. “So perfect.”

His words sent a thrill through me, making my heart race even faster. I needed him. Now. I reached down, fumbling with the button of his jeans, desperate to feel him, to have him inside me.

He groaned, his hips bucking forward as my fingers brushed against the bulge in his pants. “Not yet, baby,” he rasped, capturing my hands in his. “Let me take care of you first.”

Before I could protest, his mouth was on my breast, sucking hard through the fabric of my bra. I cried out, the sensation so intense it almost hurt. He switched sides, lavishing the same attention on my other breast, and I could feel the pressure building inside me, threatening to explode.

“Joohoney, please,” I whimpered, my body trembling with need. “I can’t wait anymore.”

He lifted his head, his eyes locking onto mine. “Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his voice raw with desire.

“I want you inside me,” I gasped, the words tumbling out in a rush. “Now. Please, Joohoney. Now.”

He didn’t waste any time. With one swift motion, he lifted me onto the hood of the car, spreading my legs wide. His hands were everywhere—on my thighs, my hips, my waist—pulling me closer, aligning himself with my core.

And then he was inside me, filling me completely. I cried out, the sensation both painful and perfect. He paused, giving me a moment to adjust, his forehead resting against mine.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice strained.

I nodded, my eyes squeezed shut, fighting back tears of pleasure. “Yes,” I whispered. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. He started moving, slowly at first, testing my limits, but soon the tempo increased, his thrusts becoming deeper, harder. I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders, my body straining to keep up with the intensity of his movements.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, his voice ragged. “So tight. So wet.”

His words sent another wave of pleasure crashing over me, and I could feel myself getting closer, the pressure building inside me, ready to burst.

“Joohoney, I’m gonna—” I gasped, my voice breaking.

“Come for me, baby,” he urged, his thrusts becoming even more frantic. “Let go.”

And I did. I let go, the orgasm hitting me like a tidal wave, sweeping me away in its wake. I screamed his name, my body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

He followed soon after, his thrusts becoming erratic as he spilled inside me, his groan of release mingling with my cries of ecstasy. For a moment, we were frozen in time, our bodies joined together in a perfect symphony of passion.

Then, slowly, he pulled out, collapsing next to me on the hood of the car. We lay there, panting, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts still racing.

“That was…” I trailed off, unsure how to put the experience into words.

“Incredible,” he finished for me, his voice soft. He turned to face me, his eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite place. “You’re incredible.”

I smiled, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from his face. “No, you are.”

He caught my hand, kissing my palm gently. “We’re incredible together.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, he leaned in, capturing my lips in a slow, lingering kiss. It was different from before, softer, sweeter, as if he was savoring the moment.

When he pulled back, his eyes were serious. “We need to talk,” he said, his voice low.

I knew what he meant. The consequences, the risks, the reality of what we were doing. But in that moment, with his lips still tingling against mine, all I could think was…

“Later,” I whispered, my voice breathless. “Just… later.”

He nodded, understanding. “Later,” he agreed, his voice full of promise.

And then his lips were on mine again, sealing the deal, and I knew that no matter what happened, no matter how many times we fought or how many reasons we had to stay apart…

In the end, it was always going to be Him & I.

[jadededge]

Double Trouble || Jookyun - Ch.4

Pairing: JooKyun x Reader

Genre: AU, Romance, Smut

Rating: M

Summary: Jooheon and Changkyun are an inseparable duo. They do everything together, and dating was no exception. You see them all the time and silently pine but eventually meet them and things progress from there.

Basically reader and her two boyfriends. Smut. Fluff.

Wattpad | AO3    (will likely always update these 2 places first)  

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"Switching positions, I like to rotate."

"You ready sweetheart?" Jooheon asks.

You nod shyly, smiling up at him. He eases in slowly while hovering his face just above yours. His eyes are piercing straight into you and it is the most exquisite feeling. You both groan as he stretches you.

He pulls back out just a little and back in, getting you both used to the feeling. Once he's sure you're ready, he starts to pick up his pace. You're already feeling so good, you can't stop your moans of adoration from falling.

As if kissing you passionately while slow stroking wasn't enough to make you cum, he leans back and pulls your legs wider apart. In this new position he slams into you at an unrelenting pace. Suddenly you feel Changkyunnie sit to your left.

"You're taking Honey so well." He praises while stroking your hair. You glow on the inside. You can't help but let out the most sensual moan you can muster and squeeze Jooheon involuntarily. This sends him into a frenzy. The sounds filling the room were sinful. Skin slapping, and begging pleas.

"Fuuuuck. That felt amazing. You like it when we praise our Princess, hm?" He teases you, slamming into with accentuated thrust.

You only moan in response. Changkyun slaps your breast in response. "He asked you a question. Answer with words."

"Yes! Fuck- yes, I love it." You yell. "Feels so good. I'm gonna cum." You manage out in between thrust.

Changkyun moves his hand down to your clit and starts rubbing smooth, tight circles to it. You feel yourself nearing your end. "Let go baby."

You feel it deep in your spine. Creeping up to the surface, like the delightfulness of an itch being scratched. The feel of Jooheon filling you up and Changkyun controlling your body with his hands was simply too perfect. You snap.

"Yes baby fuck, I'm going to fill you up so good." His movement becomes erratic. Joo leans forward burying his head in your neck, whispering the sweetest dirtiest promises to you while he cums.

Rolling to your other side, he caresses your face while panting hard. "You are amazing." He leans up to give you a gentle kiss to the forehead.

"Truly. A sight to see." Changkyun adds, mimicking Jooheon's move. "But you're absolutely not done yet. It's my turn." He fake pouts.

"Then it's our turn." Joo adds

You're still reeling from this round. You can't imagine the next two... _______________________________________________________________

The next morning, you woke up to who you assumed was Honey wrapped around your waist, faced pressed to your back, because Changkyunnie was lying facing you. He was still asleep, his breath even and slow. You took this chance to observe him. You smile to yourself.

This sleeping angel shows no traces of the devil he was last night. You sandwiched between him and Honey, filled to the brim for most of the night, you wouldn't expect to be cooing at him this way in the light. He's adorable.

"Aw, I think it's cute. You staring at me with such adoration." He startled you by speaking. Eyes still closed.

You stammer. "What? I- I wasn't staring.." How did he know?

He slowly opens his eyes, "I felt you." He laughs a little. "It's okay. I told you, I think it's cute." He reaches up to gently glide his thumb over your cheek. "Hi." He says.

Your heart melts. "Hi."

He leans in to give you a kiss and you move just a little to meet him. At this, Jooheon grumbles, "Noo." and tightens his hold on you.

Changkyun scoffs, "Cockblocking baby." You chuckle at the pair. "You want breakfast princess?"

"Sure. Whatever's easiest to make." You offer not wanting to have him going out of his way.

"It's easiest for me to give you whatever you desire." He stares at you deeply. "So what would you like?"

You blush hard. "An omelette and toast?"

He squints a little, "I can do that. Relax a little more I'll come get you when it's ready." He leans and kisses you again. While getting up and out of bed, he reaches around and gives Jooheon a slap to the back.

"Fuck! Man, why would you do that?" Jooheon complains.

"You're hogging her, let her move around." Changkyun reprimands while getting dressed.

Joo rolls over mumbling under his breath, "I wasn't the one sucking face all morning. Stupid..." and drifts back off.

You're left laughing during the whole exchange. Rolling to your side, you absentmindedly stroked Honey's back til you're drifting back to sleep.

"Baby. Get up." You hear in your dream. "Baby... Changkyun made breakfast. A whole spread. I helped though." You grumble awake. "He's going to say I didn't but I did."

You roll over to see Jooheon smiling at you. "What time is it?" You ask.

"Just after 11. When I got up you looked so peaceful I didn't want to wake you up." He coos at you.

You smile. "Okay, give me 15 minutes and I'll be down."

Leaving you to your morning routine, you quickly freshen up with the toiletries the boys left for you and head down stairs.

Honey said Changkyun made a spread but you didn't expect all of this.

"Do you all normally eat this much?"

"No. It's for you, obviously."

He's a smartass huh. That's amusing. You think chuckling to yourself. "Thank you Changkyunnie."

You notice he blushes a little before abruptly turning around. "It's nothing.

Jooheon leans in and whispers to you, "He really likes you."

After eating, the 3 of you lounged for some time while chatting. Before you knew it, a couple of hours had passed. You start to think maybe you should leave. You could use a shower in your own space, and, to be honest, you didn't want to seem too clingy.

"Well I had a great morning, but I need to get home." You move to face Jooheon. He had maneuvered you into a cuddle, with you leaning on him.

With a pout he responds, "Nooo. Why? Stay." He puts both his arms around your waist and pulls you in. When he puts his face in the crook of your neck, you nearly lose your resolve.

"Yeah, why? You're tolerable to be around." Changkyun says, kind of off handedly still staring at the tv.

"Aw, see, you have to stay. Changkyunnie really really likes you." Jooheon reveals. "He doesn't like anybody hanging around too long."

"Dude.." Changkyun throws a small pillow at Jooheon.

"I mean, I need to shower and change for starters. And.. well," You regret instantly saying anything. You try to back out.

"We're not sick of you. If that's what you're thinking. Are you sick of us? Are we too clingy?" Jooheon grabs you tighter, staring at you nearly pouting. God, he's adorable. And dangerous...

This is baffling to say the least. This man is nearly the complete opposite of what he seems. He's worried that he's too clingy, ha!

You chuckle a little, "no, you're not too clingy. And I would stay but I still need my things."

"We can get you stuff or take you to your place." Honey moves to put his head in your lap and look up at you. The same position you were in last night. Funny.

Changkyun moves to sit next to you leaning back with his arm stretched along the couch behind you . "I can take you home to shower and get your things. Stay the rest of the weekend with us, Princess."

"What the hell." You decide. "Okay, sure. Take me home and bring me back." You smile at them.

[lavenderbexlatte]

day 6: size difference

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

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

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

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

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

At least he's cute.

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

He straightens up a little as you get closer.

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

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

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

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

"Jooheon."

"Cool."

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

And finally, he lets you in.

"You're short."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Famous people?" you repeat, curious.

"I produce., and write."

"Music?"

"Mm."

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

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

"Yeah, lemme..."

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

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

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

The idea of it sends a little thrill through you.

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

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

"Aw!" you protest.

"I got it," Jooheon assures you.

Oh.

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

"You are cute," he says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jooheon just feels so big.

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

"Should we be doing this here?"

"Who's gonna stop us?"

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

"Everything okay?" he asks.

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

"Yep."

"Cute."

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

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

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

In these circumstances, there's no time.

"I want..."

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

"What do you want?"

"Just...I mean..."

"Me?" Jooheon asks.

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

"You," you agree.

"Then come get me, cutie."

He walks farther into the apartment, and you follow.

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

"So fuckin' little."

He mutters it, but it sets you on fire.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wanna find out?"

[jae-bummer]

The Color of Love

Request: If you're still accepting requests with that prompt list, I'd absolutely love to request 11/soulmate au with Jooheon if possible! 🥺 There are never enough MX fics, especially not adorable fluffy ones!

Prompt:

11) Soulmate AU

Pairing: Monsta X Jooheon x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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Every love story was different, but always held the same three characteristics.

It could be ANYONE. Literally any person you pass on the street could be your soulmate. Didn't feel tiny in the expansive universe already?

It could happen at ANY time. Fifth grade math lesson? Accidental shoulder check at the grocery store? Awkward doctor's appointment? There was no telling where love would rear its ugly head.

Love in this new age? It always started with a burst of color.

"All I could see was this bright green going from my hand down my forearm," your best friend, Mina, rushed out excitedly. "It almost made me drop the weight I was holding."

"That's great, babe," you smiled, trying to be happy for her. "Who is the lucky guy?"

"His name is Hajoon," she continued dreamily. "I guess he'd seen me at the gym before but was too scared to say anything. Isn't that adorable?"

You would probably be going to Hell for not being over the moon for your best friend, but it was hard when you were still waiting.

Society put such an emphasis on finding your soulmate, it was impossible to think of much else. Going about your day, you tried to pay attention to who you brushed past or made casual physical contact with. That's how you would know.

When you touched your soulmate, color would bloom across your skin at the point of impact.

"Super cute," you sighed, avoiding eye contact. "So he saw you start to struggle and saved the day by spotting you?"

"Mhm," she hummed. "As soon as his fingers touched the back of my hand, it was like someone threw dye onto our arms. It was the craziest thing!"

"Sounds beautiful," you nodded, giving your best effort at a smile.

Clocking your failed attempts at support, Mina smiled sadly in return. "It's going to happen for you soon. I can feel it."

"Can you pass some of that feeling to me?" you grumbled. "I'd prefer not to ruin such a big day for my best friend."

"Hush," she cooed, wrapping an arm around you. "You haven't ruined anything. Sour mood or not, I have some good news."

"What's that?"

"Hajoon works for an entertainment company," she nodded. "He's an executive-"

"Cute AND rich?" you teased. "That IS some excellent news for you."

Smacking at your leg, Mina continued. "He asked if I wanted to go to a concert put on by his work. We have plans to meet up after, but do you want to go to the concert with me? He said I could bring a friend while he's working backstage on things."

"Why not?" you sighed. "Maybe I'll get elbowed in the crowd and accidentally find my soulmate."

"That's the spirit!"

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A few days later, you allowed Mina to get you dressed up, acting as her doll for the night. You could admit that you were going through the motions as you followed her to the venue. Determined to make sure it was a good night for her, you put on as bright of a smile as you could when she handed you a light stick.

"The group is called Monsta X," she instructed. "They have six members, and their music is really exciting."

"Got it," you nodded, positive you had listened to their songs before. "Who's my favorite?"

"Not Hyungwon," she grinned. "He's my favorite."

"Point him out to me so I know to stay clear," you chuckled.

"We also have a high touch after," she said brightly, tugging you through the crowd.

"High touch," you confirmed, searching your brain for what exactly that meant. "Can't wait."

"You're going to have fun," Mina said slowly, looking over her shoulder at you. "I promise."

And she was right, the show was a blast. You had never experienced a live concert like Monsta X's before. The energy of the crowed literally radiated through your body. You were right that you had heard some of their music before and sang along to all of the songs you knew. Being lost in the crowd that was all feeling the same electricity was incredible. It's like you were one giant, synchronous being.

After the show, you were a bit flustered from all the activity, nearly forgetting you had a chance to meet the idols before leaving (yes, you did break down and ask Mina what exactly a high touch was). Allowing her to once again navigate you to where you needed to be, it wasn't long before you were thrust in front of the very men you had been howling at only minutes before.

Pushing you in front of her, Mina pointed to the first member facing your way for the high touch. "That's Hyungwon."

Assessing him, you could easily see why he was her favorite. Handsome was an understatement, this man was ethereal. "Yeeaah he is."

"Y/N," your friend giggled, giving you a slight push. Taking the few steps forward, you slapped your hand in his for a high five. The moment lasted only seconds but there was a bit of a rush to meeting a celebrity.

Next came a tall, tan, and buff member you would later learn was Shownu.

After, you locked eyes with the third member, remembering him as one of the vibrant mood makers of the group. He had been incredible on stage.

As your hand skid across his, you shot back with a gasp.

"Yah!" the member shouted, hopping backwards as well. His focus ricocheted from his palm to yours, mouth completely agape. Looking down in fascination, colors began to wrap around his wrist and trickle down his arm.

Shocked by what was happening, you glanced down at your own arm as well, getting lost in the cloud-like imagery blossoming across your skin.

Gasps erupted around you by both spectators and other Monsta X members. You couldn't help but feel like you did something wrong. Like you weren't allowed to have someone so interesting and good looking as a soulmate.

This simply could not be possible.

"Hey!" Jooheon yelled, bringing your attention back to him. He wasn't talking to you, but shouting at a staff member while aggressively waving them over. "Yo!"

Snapping out of it a bit, you took another step back, only to be slightly held up by Mina behind you. This was sensory overload to the nth degree.

"Y/N," she hissed, her own eyes darting across the scene. "Did...did you just sync up with Jooheon? Is he your soulmate?"

Jooheon. You had never heard his name before, but it just sounded right.

"I...I think so," you managed, not entirely believing what was happening.

A staff member had finally appeared, listening to Jooheon as he rapid-fired the situation to his manager. Occasionally shooting looks of surprise your way, he didn't stop talking until they had both sidled up to you.

"We're stepping away from the high touch," his manager explained, taking you by the elbow and guiding you towards an adjacent hallway. "The fan meet will continue without Joohoney."

"That's not fair," you said slowly, shaking your head. Glancing to the man you assumed you were tied to for life now, you heaved a sigh. "Your fans have waited so long for you."

Looking helplessly back and forth between you and his manager, Jooheon croaked. "But you're my soulmate."

"I'm not saying I'm going to disappear," you smiled reassuringly. "I'll just wait until you're done. I've waited this long."

Giving a curt nod, Jooheon's eyes searched your face for a moment. His lips pulled into a slow smile before he reached up, giving your nose a boop. Immediately, his manager's jaw dropped, presumably as color stretched across the middle of your face.

Pleased with himself, Jooheon turned on his heel and took up his spot behind the table again. Maintaining eye contact with you, he offered a dazzling smile.

"Alright," his manager breathed out on a sigh. "Let's get you backstage, shall we?"

.

Lost in your phone, trying to explain what was going on to the friend you had abandoned, you almost didn't notice him walk in.

Hearing the quiet click of the door closing, your head immediately snapped up to see Jooheon leaning against the entrance. His expression was full of hope, with a fringe of excitement. You could tell he was trying to reign in his enthusiasm. Judging by how hard he went on the stage; he seemed like a very reactive person. This quiet and careful side of him wasn't something you had really expected.

You supposed you had a lot to learn.

Crossing the room slowly, he took a seat on the coffee table in front of the couch you were sitting on. He bracketed your knees with his, creating an intimate space between the two of you.

Without hesitation, he took your hands gently between his, a light purple color already blooming from your fingertips. "Y/N, right?"

You barely remembered telling his manager your name, so he likely got passed the information.

"That's me."

"My soulmate."

You nodded weakly, looking from your joined hands and back up to his face. He smiled again before lifting your fingers to his mouth and kissing each tip in turn. As he did, it was like dropping food coloring into a glass of water. Different hues clouded out of your joints and went swirling around your skin. It was one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen.

Glancing up, you were immediately struck by the bright blue peppering Jooheon's mouth like ink blots. Slowly the color started to fade as your skin had lost contact with his mouth, but you still felt mesmerized by the whole experience.

"You're so beautiful," you said quietly, your eyes locking on his.

He gave you a close-lipped smile before tilting his head. Narrowing his eyes, he lifted his arm, and traced a small line on your cheekbone. You didn't have to see the result yourself to know that the visual had just as much of an effect on him as it did you.

"This is beautiful," he finally responded, dropping his hands to gather yours again. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of it."

"Me either," you breathed.

"I guess it gives me an excuse to hold your hand," he grinned, his eyes disappearing as it grew.

"You didn't need an excuse in the first place!" you laughed. "You're my soulmate now. You can hold my hand whenever you want."

"My soulmate," he whispered again. Each time he had voiced the words, there was a constant undertone of wonder.

"I don't think I'll get tired of hearing you say that," you chuckled, sure a blush was blazing across your face.

Jooheon furrowed his brows in thought. "Did you come to the show today as a fan? Was I your favorite?"

You coughed out a surprised laugh.

"It would be really awkward if you had a different favorite. If it was someone else, don't tell me who...

Okay, who was it?"

You continued to laugh as you shook your head. "I was only ever a casual fan. My friend had tickets and insisted I tag along. I promise I will be a Monbebe going forward, and you will always be my favorite."

"Damn right," he muttered. "And stay away from Minhyuk. He's more charming than I'd ever admit to him, and I don't want you getting caught in his cute little clutches."

"I will remain unshaken in my loyalty," you affirmed with a smirk. Plus, you had no idea who Minhyuk was, so that helped.

It was crazy to think of. If Mina didn't bring you here today, would you have ever discovered that Jooheon existed? Let alone that he was your soulmate?

You didn't want to think too hard on it. The universe worked in mysterious ways that you didn't expect to ever be privy to.

"So..." you hummed, glancing at Jooheon through your lashes. "What now?"

"Everything," he grinned, squeezing your hand. "We only have forever to figure out what happens next."

[yeoosaangg]

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✎… OT6

01. NOTHING YET

✎… SOHN HYUNWOO

01. NOTHING YET

✎… LEE MINHYUK

01. NOTHING YET

✎… YOO KIHYUN

01. NOTHING YET

✎… CHAE HYUNGWON

01. NOTHING YET

✎… LEE JOOHEON

01. NOTHING YET

✎… IM CHANGKYUN

01. NOTHING YET

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[blizzardfluffykpop]

Sledding

Summary: Sledding at a lodge together.

Oneshot

Fluff, Established Relationship au

Word Count: 1,668

Jooheon X Reader

Not Requested

Prompt: 7. “After sledding, do you want to have hot cocoa at the lodge?” 

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You're sitting beside Jooheon with your legs on his lap when he asks, “What if we stay at the tubing lodge and go sledding this weekend?” You grin, “That sounds fun.” He pulls your legs higher onto his lap, “Good, 'cause I already booked the tickets.” You cackle, “Joo!” He smiles, “I knew you'd like it.” You sigh but smile as you say, “You’re right, I’m excited.” You lean your head on his shoulder, “So, where is this lodge?” He smiles, “Just an hour away.” You nod, “Okay. We’ll have to pack.” He agrees, and when it starts growing later into the night, you both make your travel bags for the trip. 

He lets you control the aux on your way up. He turns up the volume as you play songs to gear you both up. Since you couldn’t check in until 3 pm, you both went to a breakfast place. You happily eat a late breakfast at a diner. He clinks your orange juices together. And he grins, “So, how many hills do you think we can sled today?” You smile, “As many as possible.” He grabs your hand to hold while you’re eating and rubs his thumb along the back of your hand. You smile as you eat another bite and squeeze his hand in yours. 

After a filling breakfast, you both get in the car, and he drives the short distance to the lodge. You grab your bags and head to the front desk. They successfully check you in and give you both keycards, telling you about the complimentary breakfast they serve. You thank them, and in the elevator, you both plan to go tomorrow morning. You both check the hotel room before putting your stuff away. You both hurry to get suited up in your scarves, two layers of coats, and snow pants. Topping it off with mittens, hats, and snow boots, you head back down the elevator into the lobby.

When you come back down, the person at the front desk goes, “Oh, I forgot to mention, we also give out four complimentary hot cocoas per day.” You both grin and nod at each other, making mental plans. But before you can voice them, you find the stand to rent your sleds at, and you say, “Hourly rate isn’t bad, a buck per hour?” He agrees, and you ask, “Three hours?” He checks his watch, “Yeah, that's fine, it’s already 5 pm.” You nod, and you hand him three dollars, which he pouts and shakes his head, crossing his arms and refusing to accept the money. He continues to pout until you put your cash away. He grins at you when you're next in line. He quickly pays for three hours before you can give the clerk your money. You roll your eyes, and you both pick out your sleds and mitten in mitten, you both climb up the first hill. 

At the top, when you’re in the line waiting patiently for your turn, he asks, “After sledding, do you want to have hot cocoa at the lodge?” You smile, “I'd love to.” When your turns come, you head down together, not racing each other, just experiencing the thrill. And you giggle as you hear his little ‘Woah’s and he giggles as he hears your gasps of excitement too. When you finish the first hill, you head to the second baby hill, arm in arm. “How many hills do you think we can make today?” He hums, “Maybe six?” You agree and wait for the kiddos in front of you to sled down with their parents before sliding down. 

When you get off the second hill, you high-five, and he goes, “Want to race on the next ones?” You grin, “You’re on.” You both rush over to the following mound. And you both get up there still linked together. Yet you both set out to beat the other down the slope. You make yourself as aerodynamic as possible as you both shout, “Go!” before speeding down the hill. While it wasn’t that tall, it was still thrilling to race your boyfriend down it. You giggle as you roll off the sled at the end, “I win!” He pouts, “This time.” You kiss away his pout, “Better?” He wrinkles his nose, “Maybe.” You kiss him again, “How about now?” He smirks, “It feels good to lose to you.” You laugh and shake your head before heading to the next slope. 

The third and fourth hills are just as fun, growing taller and taller the further you head up the mountain. Both of you high-fiving at the end of each. You couldn’t think of a better way to spend your day together. You take a water break, rehydrating yourselves before heading to the fifth slope. He holds your mitten tightly in his, “Are you excited?” You nod, but the closer you get to it, the more your stomach turns. And you can’t figure out why. But you do your best to shake it off as you begin the race to the bottom.

Maybe it was how you were sitting, but it all happens so fast and so quickly. One moment, your sled was underneath you. And then it was gone the next, and you’re rolling to a stop. You cry out immediately, “Honey!” He calls back, “You okay?” When you stop, you do your best to feel your cold appendages. You move all your fingers, feeling no snow burn. You confirm that you’re okay. It just shakes you up. He walks up the hill to you and holds his hand out to you, which you shakily take. He pulls you up and puts your sled against his underneath his other arm as he keeps you close with his other arm.

He gets you safely out of the way of other riders and to the path. He asks again, “You okay?” You sniffle, “Yeah, just a little embarrassed.” He nods, “It’s okay, it happens.” You sigh, and he lets you process it. You take a few deep breaths, absorbing that your sled left you behind. After another minute, he asks, “Would you like to try it again?” You nod, and he kisses your forehead. You both make it back up the hill instead of racing against each other again. You sled side by side down the slope. And you both successfully land at the bottom. You laugh with glee and jump up and high-five him. You collect your sled and follow him to the next hill.

“You did it!” He cheers, and so do you as you walk to the last hill. Which is the tallest on the side of the mountain you were both on. The line was long, but you were excitedly waiting your turn to sled down. You heard the cheers and laughter of people experiencing the thrill of sledding down the massive hill. You grin as you hear someone scream, “Woohoo!” He laughs, “That’s going to be us.” You giggle, “It will be.” You lean your head on his shoulder, waiting for the line to move. It takes forever before you’re both up next. You squeeze his hand, and he encourages you, “You got this. I can feel it.” You sigh, “Okay.” He kisses your cheek, and you kiss his. You both line up before laying on your boards, waiting for the last two people to clear off the bottom before kicking off. 

You giggle in glee all the way down as you successfully ride down and catch more and more speed. When you both reach the bottom, you loudly let out a “Woohoo” together before moving out of the way of the next sledders. You look at the time, “We got enough time for a medium hill four times or a big hill twice?” He goes, “Medium four, more sledding time, even if it’s a smaller thrill.” You agree, and you both rush to the third hill, where no one is sledding down. You end up making five more runs because no one else wants to choose to sled down your hill. So, you both happily sled until it's time to return your sleds. 

You return your sleds and head to the hot cocoa stand. You show them your keycards, and they hand you one each. You move out of line and head inside the lodge. You turn to him and stare at each other, finally catching your breath after the endless climbing and sledding. You were both beat. You smile as you look down at your warm cocoa. That is slowly warming your hands up through your gloves. You tentatively take a sip, worrying it will burn your tongue. You gasp as it doesn’t burn but soothes your cold bones. You look at him to see he’s experiencing the same thing and giggle. You drink your cocoas silently, taking in all the fun and cold you’ve experienced. You pout as you sip the last of it yours. You look over at him to see him expressing the same disappointment. You ask, “Second cup?” He agrees, and you both head out and get another cocoa together. 

He gets up and throws out your trash. You wait for him by the elevator. When you're both in the elevator, you quickly retire to your shared room. You get out of your winter gear, trading it for warm pajamas, and collapse onto the bed. When he lands beside you, you sigh, “It was fun.” He laughs as he agrees, “Yeah.” “I think it was easier when we were kids.” He hums, “Probably because they carried us up the hills.” You laugh, “Yeah.” You roll over to look him in the eyes, “You want to get up tomorrow and do it again?” He nods, “I’d love to.” He kisses your forehead before opening his arms for you to curl into him. You do and lay your head against his chest. His heartbeat soothes you to sleep, and you dream of your fun sledding adventures together.

[kawaiixbeats]

Chapter 7 - Night Out

🩷 Word Count: 1,168

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Penelope woke up with a sense of anticipation buzzing through her. Tonight was dinner with Azalea, a chance to share one of her favorite spots and get to know her new friend better. It was also one step closer to the moment she’d been waiting for: Ki’s return. Once he was back, she could float the idea of a cozy dinner with Azalea to ease her into their circle. But for now, she focused on making tonight enjoyable and maybe even learning about Azalea’s tastes and interests.

After stretching away the last remnants of sleep, Penelope began her morning routine, methodically ticking off each task: shower, teeth, skincare, and finally, picking an outfit that balanced workday practicality with dinner-night flair. She grabbed her bag, ready to take on the day.

Across town, Azalea was beginning her day with equal parts of excitement and apprehension. She was thrilled to spend more time with Penelope, but a small knot of nerves formed in her stomach. Dinner was supposed to be fun, yet she couldn’t shake the worry that her picky eating habits might cast a shadow over the evening. Still, she told herself not to overthink it.

After sending Chrali her usual morning text and getting ready for her shift, she resolved to keep an open mind about the evening. Whatever the restaurant was, it was an opportunity to try something new, and she trusted Penelope to make it a good experience.

By mid-afternoon, Penelope stopped by the cafe to check in with Azalea. She leaned casually against the counter, her smile warm. “Hey, Azzy! Just wanted to confirm for tonight. I’ll come by your place around six and text you a few minutes before I arrive so you can meet me downstairs.”

Azalea nodded, a hint of curiosity in her expression. “That sounds good, but can I ask what kind of food we’re having? I know I won’t recognize the place’s name, but I want to know what to expect.”

Penelope laughed lightly. “Fair question! It’s a hotpot and barbecue spot. You get to pick whatever meats, veggies, or sides you want, and you can cook it yourself, grill it, make it into a soup, or do all of the above. It’s super customizable.”

Azalea’s brow furrowed for a moment before her face brightened. “Oh, that sounds great. I like the fact that I can choose what I eat. Thanks for explaining, Penny. I’m looking forward to it.”

Penelope smiled, pleased to see Azalea’s nerves ease a little. “You’re going to love it. I’ll see you later tonight!”

Azalea returned to her shift with a lighter heart. Dinner wasn’t just about the food; it was a chance to connect and enjoy something new. She felt ready for the evening and whatever it might bring.

At 5:55, Azalea’s phone buzzed with a text from Penelope.

Penny: I’m just around the corner!

She grabbed her bag, locked her apartment door, and took the elevator to meet her friend. Penelope’s car was waiting at the curb, and Azalea smiled and slid into the passenger seat.

The ride to the restaurant was quiet but pleasant. Azalea gazed out the window, soaking in the city lights. She rarely went out at night, so seeing the bustling streets and glowing signs felt almost magical. Penelope glanced at her occasionally, amused by how enthralled Azalea seemed by something so familiar to her.

When they arrived, the car dropped them off at the entrance of a cozy yet modern hotpot and barbecue spot. A server led them to a table for two and took their drink orders. Both asked for water, but Penelope also decided on a Peach Soju. “Would you like something else to drink?” she asked Azalea.

Azalea shook her head politely. “I think I’ll stick with water for now. I’ve never had Soju, but I’m not really in the mood for alcohol tonight.”

The server returned with their drinks and helped them order hotpot and barbecue. Azalea appreciated the variety, and she was able to try it without worry. Penelope broke the silence as they started to eat.

“So, Azzy, tell me about yourself. I want to know about your hobbies, what makes you happy.”

These questions always made her nervous. After a pause, she finally spoke. “Sorry, Penny. I’m just bad at this. Let’s start slow, okay? My life’s been pretty wrapped up in music. It’s my constant. I can’t handle silence. There’s always something playing in the background.”

Penelope leaned forward, intrigued. “That’s amazing! Are you trained on any instruments? I am trained on the cello.”

“Not really,” Azalea admitted. “I had guitars growing up but never got past the basics. It’s the same with drums. I can play a little piano because I took a keyboard class in school, but mostly, I sing. I’ve been singing since I was a kid. Choir, alone in my room, you name it.”

“That’s so cool!” Penelope said, genuinely impressed. “Do you have a favorite genre or artist?”

Azalea laughed. “That’s the hardest question. I don’t do favorites. I listen to everything, including rock, country, pop, rap, classical, and even J-pop and J-rock. It depends on my mood. Music and concerts are my thing, though. C.J.’s taken me to a few shows.”

Penelope saw her opportunity and took it. “What about K-pop? Ever gotten into that?”

Azalea shook her head, chuckling. “Nope, not yet. Most of what I listen to is from home or stuff I’ve stumbled on accidentally. C.J. isn’t super adventurous with her music, either. She’s introduced me to some of her stuff but refuses to listen to my Backstreet Boys.”

They both burst out laughing; the conversation flowed easily after that. Penelope learned that Azalea’s music taste was as eclectic as she claimed, and her Pandora playlist was proof of it. By the night’s end, Penelope was confident that Azalea wouldn’t be overwhelmed when she eventually introduced her to Ki and the others.

After dinner, Penelope had the car drop Azalea off at her apartment. Azalea thanked her for the evening and headed upstairs to wind down. She took a quick shower, sent a heartfelt thank-you text, and went to bed, knowing she had work early the following day.

Back at home, Penelope called Ki, who picked up after two rings. “Hey, baby. How was your night?” he asked.

“Dinner was great,” Penelope said. “I learned a lot about Azzy. She loves music. It’s her comfort zone.”

Ki chuckled. “Did we come up at all?”

“Nope,” Penelope replied. “We talked about our playlists, and she has no clue about K-pop. Even after three months here.”

Ki laughed, slightly incredulous. “Wow. That will make dinner interesting- someone who has no idea who we are and isn’t pretending. I might enjoy that.”

They laughed and chatted longer before Ki said, “Alright, love. We’ll be home tomorrow. Sleep well. I love you.”

“I love you too. Goodnight, Ki.”

With that, Penelope ended the call, feeling content as she crawled into bed.

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[honey-andmilktea]

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲."

~ 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐊𝐚𝐡𝐥𝐨

・゜゜・．🤎📜☕️ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗: 𝐈 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

✒️ 𝟏𝟕 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 | 🤎 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐖𝐓𝐌!𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨 [🚬] 𝐱 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐋𝐀𝐋!𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐉𝐨𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐧 [🕯️], 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐖𝐓𝐌!𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨 [🚬] 𝐱 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐖𝐓𝐌!𝐇𝐚𝐧 𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠 [𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐬] [🚬], 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐋𝐀𝐋!𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐉𝐨𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐧 [🕯️] 𝐱 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐋𝐀𝐋!𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐱 [𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐬] [🕯️] 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐖𝐓𝐌!𝐇𝐚𝐧 𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠 [🚬] 𝐱 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐋𝐀𝐋!𝐀𝐧𝐮𝐛𝐢𝐬 [𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐬] [🕯️] | 🌙 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 [🧸], 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 [🦇], 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫 [🦉], 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 [🥢], 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐔 [📞], 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐀𝐔 [🏛️]

👜 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐉𝐨𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭. 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞? 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫?

🕰️ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠[𝐬]: 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐕𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞

🍁 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐬! 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 @armysantiny 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐛𝐨𝐭 @welcome-to-maniac [𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥!]

🎞️ 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐓𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐤!

🐻 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝! 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭! ^^

🍷 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤? 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞! | 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚? 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫! [𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞!]

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚i miss yous and unspoken words˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚i miss yous and unspoken words˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

-> HyunLix back in the group chat...kind of! :D

-> Tennie and Sungie hanging out again~

-> Minho is catching feelings but can't let go of his feelings for Sung, he can't make up his mind and now everything is passing through his fingers

-> He is currently panicking- and it's making everything worse-

-> All seems well...for now~

-> Let's see how confrontation works out for Minho

-> Spoiler alert...not so well :D

-> Just to get timeline a bit more organized, Min and Joo have English together on Mondays and Thursdays, they went out with Grey on Sunday and they worked on their project on Thursday after their classes

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 🍂✏️ @honey-andmilktea​ - 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

: ̗̀➛ 🤎🪵🪶 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧: 𝟎𝟕.𝟎𝟐.𝟐𝟑 

: ̗̀➛ 🤎🪵🪶 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧: 𝟎𝟔.𝟐𝟓.𝟐𝟑

[clariannahoney]

Forbidden Ecstasy

Changkyun's eyes fluttered open, the room dimly lit by the city lights filtering through the curtains. The soft hum of the air conditioner was the only sound breaking the silence. He shifted slightly, feeling a warm hand already stroking him gently under the covers. You leaned in closer, your breath hot against his ear as you whispered, "You woke up just in time."

His body responded instantly, a low groan escaping his lips despite his efforts to stay quiet. You pressed a finger to his mouth, silencing him, your eyes darting towards the door that connected their room to Jooheon's. "Shh, we don't want to wake him," you murmured, your voice barely a whisper.

You returned your attention to Changkyun, your hand moving with practiced ease. He bit back a moan, his hips instinctively thrusting into your grasp. The tension in his body was palpable, and you knew he needed more. With a sly smile, you moved down, your lips ghosting over his sensitive skin before you took him into your mouth.

Changkyun's hands clenched the sheets, his eyes shut tight as he fought to keep his noises contained. The sensation was overwhelming, each stroke of your tongue sending waves of pleasure through him. Just when he thought he couldn't take any more, he opened his eyes and saw Jooheon standing at the door, his gaze fixed on the scene before him.

Surprise flashed across Changkyun's face, but it was quickly replaced by a mischievous grin. He nodded subtly towards Jooheon, silently inviting him to join. Jooheon hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering between you and Changkyun, then stepped forward, closing the door softly behind him.

"I thought I heard something," Jooheon whispered, his voice thick with arousal. He knelt beside the bed, his eyes never leaving Changkyun's flushed face. "Mind if I...?" he trailed off, looking at you for permission.

You glanced up at him, your mouth still wrapped around Changkyun, and nodded slowly. Jooheon's presence added an electric charge to the already tense atmosphere. He moved closer, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek briefly before trailing down to your neck, then further down, his fingers finding the curve of your waist.

Changkyun watched the interaction, his breathing growing heavier. "Touch her," he urged Jooheon, his voice raspy. "Make her feel good."

Jooheon's fingers danced over your skin, his touch light yet insistent. You moaned around Changkyun, the sound muffled but undeniably erotic. The vibrations sent a jolt straight through Changkyun, making him shudder.

"Fuck, that feels good," Changkyun muttered, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. You pulled off him for a moment, your lips glistening, and looked at Jooheon. "Keep going," you breathed, your voice husky with desire.

Jooheon obliged, his hand now sliding lower, finding the heat between your legs. You gasped, your body arching towards his touch. Changkyun watched, his own need growing unbearable. "Switch places with me," he said to Jooheon, his voice commanding.

Jooheon moved without question, positioning himself where you had been. You crawled up the bed, straddling Changkyun, your eyes locking with his. "Ready for me?" you asked, your tone teasing.

"Always," he replied, his hands gripping your hips firmly. You lowered yourself onto him, the sensation intense as you took him deep inside. Your bodies moved together in sync, the rhythm building steadily.

Jooheon watched, his hand working faster now, matching the pace of your movements. You could feel the climax approaching, your breaths coming shorter and quicker. "Changkyun," you cried out, your voice breaking the silence.

"Let go," he encouraged, his hands guiding your hips. "Feel everything with us."

Your orgasm hit like a wave, crashing over you, your body trembling uncontrollably. Changkyun followed soon after, his release powerful, his groans merging with yours.

As the intensity subsided, you collapsed onto Changkyun, your breaths mingling. Jooheon moved closer, his eyes dark with unfulfilled desire. "My turn now?" he asked, his voice low and urgent.

Changkyun grinned, pulling you closer to him. "Absolutely," he agreed, his eyes gleaming with shared excitement. "Let's show him how it's done."

[capricornwriter5]

Always on time - Chapter 17

Pairing: Jooheon x female OC

Genre: childhood friends to enemies, enemies to friends, friends to lovers, smut (later chapters), fluff, angst, slow burn, idol AU!

Warning: mentions of mental health issues, mentions of workaholic disorder, curse words

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Chapter 17

It was 10 in the morning on Sunday and Jooheon only wanted to sleep until noon. But a few knocks on his door prevented him from staying in bed.

Jooheon ignored them for a while thinking they were his neighbors inviting him to some weekend activity at the apartment complex. After a few minutes, the blows ended, but almost immediately his cell phone started vibrating. Jooheon squinted and saw it was Areum.

"Wrong number," Jooheon said, answering the call.

"Shut up and open the door," Areum said. "I need to talk to you".

"You’re the one who wants to leave me without a door?"

"Just open up, will you?"

"It’s Sunday and..."

"Did something happen with Julie yesterday?"

"Ah?" Jooheon said now more awake. "Did something happen with Julie? Wait, I’ll open..."

"Finally... God, you could have put some pants on".

"Ah... Arghh, just come in, will you?"

Jooheon went to put on pants while Areum sat in the living room. The girl passed the view around the apartment and realized that it was exactly what you would expect from a bachelor flat: minimalist, monochromatic and slightly messy.

"Well, better?" Jooheon said entering the room. "Now... do you want something to drink? I have no coffee, but water or..."

"I’m fine," Areum said. "I actually have to go finish some planning with Julie during lunch, so I need you to tell me what happened yesterday".

"Well... nothing. I mean, nothing bad," Jooheon replied. "I don’t understand why you’re here, did something happen?"

"Are you sure nothing happened?"

"I’m telling you it didn’t," Jooheon said, losing patience. "I mean… I guess she already told you about the club..."

"That they found a plan B for the fair and that a conversation with Mr. Jung is pending..."

"No. I mean… about Kang Dae-ssi".

Areum stared at Jooheon for a few seconds. Julie hadn’t told her about Kang-Dae.

"Don’t tell me you met him at the club".

"Not exactly, but seeing that Jules didn’t tell you, I don’t know if I should..."

"Spit it out, Jooheon-ah," Areum insisted, so Jooheon told her what they discovered yesterday of Mr. Jung’s double intent and Kang Dae’s almost intervention in the process.

"Shit... That guy really strives to be an idiot" Areum exploded after Jooheon’s story. "Five years of relationship and never understood that Julie hates nepotism. God, you have to be stubborn to think he’s doing her a favor... Well, then what happened?"

"Well, after that we drove back here," Jooheon continued. "Jules had a very intense conversation with Kang-Dae over the phone, so I think someone is tailing her. And probably Mr. Jung called him right away".

"Right… and what about the fair? Did something else happen there? Why did you guys were there all day?"

"Well, I tried to convince Jules to ride some attractions”.

“And she did?”

“No, only I rode," Jooheon replied.

"But... you hate heights," Areum said impressed. "Did you overcome your fear?"

"Nah... I thought that Jules would cheer up at some point, or at least pity me, but her mind was elsewhere" continued the rapper. "But because I insisted on it, we found the park".

"Well... and then?"

"Then... we returned to Seoul," Jooheon said. "Jules was very tired and began to apologize for making me miss my Saturday and that I would have a better time with other people and other types of nonsense. So in the end I just showed her something I had..."

"What was it?" Areum asked.

"Is it important?" Jooheon asked. He didn’t really want to go into detail about what he had told Jules in the car. It had been a very personal moment.

"I guess not" sighed Areum. "Well, thank you for telling me all this, Jooheon-ah. I have to go, but..."

"Jules is not well, right?" the rapper interrupted. "What that idiot did hit her really hard, right?"

"Something like that... yes" Areum said. "But just give her time".

"Is there anything I can do?" Jooheon asked.

"No, Jooheon-ah, better not and..."

"I could do something, like... I don’t know, buy you guys lunch or help them out at meetings or..."

"No" said Areum. "I don’t think it’s a good idea, not now".

"She’s also my friend, Areum-ah," Jooheon told her bluntly. "She was before you. I worry about her too".

"Yes, and you’ve cared a lot about her for the last eight years, of course".

"Excuse me?" at this point both were standing and the tension was in the air.

"Nothing, Jooheon-ah," Areum sighed. "I’m sorry, it wasn’t fair and it’s not my place. I just understand that you care about her, but I’m sorry to tell you that I don’t think you’re what Julie needs right now. All her emotions are in full bloom and I don’t want her to get hurt again".

"To be honest, Areum-ah, you can’t tell me what to do," Jooheon replied defiantly. "I know Jules and yes, we may have lost touch, but now that I’ve found her again I don’t intend to stand by and watch her go down".

"You never did," Areum said in a whisper, remembering how Jooheon was always the first to be by Julianne’s side when the girl was in trouble. "Jooheon-ah... do you think your current relationship with Julie is the same as before?"

"Don’t start with rhetorical questions, I have enough with..."

"When you saw her at the alumni meeting did she receive you as you expected?" Areum knew she was getting to close to a soft spot, but needed the rapper to understand that he should keep his distance. "Tell me, was it all smiles, jokes, and hugs you found?"

"What are you getting at?" Jooheon said annoyingly.

"Answer me" I said.

"You know well that was not the case" the rapper conceded. "She was... uncomfortable. Which is logical! We had not seen each other for many years and well... well..."

"Well, I have to burst your bubble, Jooheon-ah," Areum continued. "She didn’t want you there. She didn’t want you at the reunion or working with her in the gallery. At least not for the first few weeks. She was mad at you and, I admit, when she told me what was going on I saw it as stupid teenage grudges, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that when she saw you again she remembered how you hurt her".

"What are you talking about?" Jooheon said nervously. "When did I hurt her? I..."

"Then Julie came to her senses and their relationship improved, didn’t it?" Areum continued. "At last, everything was fine, and then you crossed the line... Which, again, I agree may not have been a big deal, but... you overstepped".

"And what is your point?" Jooheon asked.

"My point is, if you want to stay in Julie’s life, give her time and space," Areum said. "She has to overcome a difficult breakup and is in the middle of personal and professional reinvention, so give her time, okay?"

"I still don’t understand, Areum-ah... What did I do that was so bad that she didn’t even want to see my face a few months ago, and now I can’t even ask how she is?"

Areum thought for a few seconds what to answer. It wasn’t her story to tell, but she didn’t want to leave the boy in doubt.

"You left her alone, Jooheon-ah" she replied at last. "You left her alone without realizing how hopeful she was".

*******

Hours later, Jooheon was lying on his bed looking up at the ceiling. He kept going over everything Areum had told him and still didn’t understand.

"Let’s see, think, Jooheon" he said loudly. "Mmmm... no, I never left her alone, at least not when we were studying together. And, well, I don’t think he meant after debut... I mean, it was obvious I wasn’t gonna be able to be there forever, but that’s what Areum-ah was for, right? And it was not like I could ask for a day off to go home... I mean, I did, but I barely had time and Jules was in college and... Exactly, I’m innocent... right? And if I’m innocent, I don’t have to do what Areum-ah tells me, and if I don’t have to do what she tells me..."

"How much did you smoke, Jooheon-ah?" Minhyuk asked at the door of Jooheon’s room.

"AHHHHH, AH, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH, WHAT THE FUCK HYUNG!?!" Jooheon shouted when he heard Minhyuk’s voice.

At some point in his monologue, Jooheon had gotten out of bed and started walking around the room. He was so focused on his thoughts that he did not hear Minhyuk enter the apartment or say hello.

"I greeted... I even rang the bell, but as you did not open me, I entered alone," the singer replied as an explanation.

"You almost killed me," Jooheon sighed, regaining his composure.

"Sorry to interrupt your talk with the stars," Minhyuk said with a laugh. "I hope I have not interrupted an important conversation with your ancestors... You asked them for the next winning lottery number?"

"Ha ha ha ha... very funny. I did not expect your visit, hyung".

"I was around and decided to stop by... How are things going with Wonho-hyung?"

Jooheon gave him an update on Wonho’s comeback preparations and Minhyuk began to take out all the food and drinks he had brought.

"Mmmm, I see... and what about Julie-ssi? What’s new with her?"

Jooheon took a deep breath not knowing how or what to answer that question, but before he could say anything, Minhyuk stepped forward:

"Ahhh, it’s still complicated, I see"

"Ah, ah?"

"Don’t make that face, Jooheon-ah... I have eyes, you know?" Minhyuk said as she ate something. "It’s simple, you like her and she has a boyfriend... a tragic story".

"Don’t start, hyung," the rapper claimed. "I CARE about Jules, she was my best friend for years, and yes, I don’t like that boyfriend, but it’s not a tragic story".

"Or in other words, you’ve been in love with her for years and now you’re jealous of the Kang-whaterver-he’s-called... You break my heart, Jooheon-ah" Minhyuk bothered him.

"What’s wrong with you?" Jooheon insisted. "You know what? I won’t argue with you".

"The first step is always denial and..."

Jooheon threw a pillow at Minhyuk’s head and the singer burst out laughing.

At that moment, Jooheon’s cell phone began to ring and seeing who was calling, the rapper hesitated for a few seconds, but in the end he answered.

"Hello? Jules?"

"But look at thizzz, iz it not the ssstar rrrrapro of hiccup Entertaimmmm" said a voice across the line.

"Ju-Jules? Is that you?" Jooheon asked concerned.

"Buaah, pozzz obviuuus... whu elze werrr yu expektig, eh?" Julianne continued clearly drunk. "Ahhh, Areum izzz not with me and, hiccup..."

"Why are you so obsessed with Areum?" Jooheon asked exasperated. "Forget it, where are you? Are you alone?"

"Mmmmph... alone?... aaaaloone?... pfffzz, yeeeap, hiccup, I amm alooonnn... alone, lonelii, loneliuuuu"

"Where are you?"

"Hiccup... it’s your fault, Jooheon-ah," Julie said out of the blue.

"My fault? My fault?"

"Well... the Thingy, that ding... it’s your fault..."

"Jules, I need you to..."

"Are you happy?" she interrupted half a sentence. "Are you?... Because, I don’t know, Jooheon-ah, hiccup. I think I forgoht whuu I emm..."

"Jules, tell me where you are".

"What is it, Jooheon-ah?" Minhyuk asked in whispers as the conversation kept going and the girl seemed not to be on her right mind.

"Jules is drunk somewhere and..."

"I am Not Drrrunkkk!" Julianne shouted. “I am fainnn, fine, fiiiine, I am bibidi, babidi, boooo hahahahah theressss bubbleees. Bubbles in my fingerrrzz, you hav to see thizz Jooheon-ah…”

Jules' voice grew lower and lower until Jooheon heard only a hollow sound, like something fell.

"Jules? Jules?!" the rapper shouted.

"Hello? Are you a friend of this lady?"

Julianne apparently fell asleep at the bar and the bartender picked up the phone that Julie dropped (the dry noise) and gave Jooheon the address of where they were. It was not far from his apartment, so Jooheon told him that he would arrive in about 20 minutes and to please not give Julie any more liquor if she woke up at that time.

"Hyung, I…"

"Go save your Juliet, just remember that Romeo was an idiot and believed in by false news... if you want to know something, ask, Jooheon-ah".

*******

Twenty minutes later, Jooheon was parking in front of the bar. Upon entering, he saw that the place was almost empty, which was logical on a Sunday at almost 11 p.m. He went straight to the bar and saw that Julie was fast asleep. He picked up her things, paid the bill and carried her to his car.

He drove to Julianne’s apartment and when he parked the girl woke up a little.

"Jooheon-ah?" she asked half asleep. "What...?"

"We are in your house Jules" he replied. "Calm down, let me help you up".

Jooheon got her out of the car and confirmed that Julie was still drunk, so he took her upstairs. Everything was in order until they reached the door and Jooheon tried to get Julianne to give him the password for her digital lock.

"Jules, hey, Jules, what’s your door code?"

"Mmmm? My wuuut? Hahahaha, no, no... it’s a secret, shhhhh" Julie said as she laughed drunk.

"Jules, please," Jooheon begged, "we need to get in and..."

"No, no, noooooo... I can do it myself," Julie said, breaking out of Jooheon’s grip. "Luk, I can do it myzelf... Ah? Why doezn’t it work?"

The door lock emitted error sounds every time Julie tried to enter the key that she said was the right one.

"I don’t underztand... YUU" she continued pointing to Jooheon, "you changed my password, right?"

"Jules, please focus," Jooheon said. "Just... just type your password, okay? Just two seconds of concentration and you can go to sleep".

"But it doezn’t woooork, and I, I, I don’t understand why," she said. "It was you, wasn’t it? Like the time at the school gym... How did you know I still use the same passcode?"

"Are you still using the same code?"

"AHA!" shouted Julie. "I knew it was YU."

"Jules" started Jooheon in a low tone trying to get Julie away from the door, "come, calm down, everything is alright".

Jooheon did not believe that Julianne would still use the same passcode since high school, after all, he had given it to her. Anyway, Jooheon tried: 5-8-5-3-7, and the door opened.

Julie was almost asleep again, so the rapper had no choice but to go with her to the apartment and take her to her room.

"Mmmm, Jooheon-ah?" asked Julie half asleep as Jooheon lay her on the bed and took off her shoes. "What are you doing? Shouldn’t you be with Areum-ah?"

"My God," Jooheon sighed. "Why do you insist so much on Areum-ah? What got into your head, Julianne?"

Jooheon was losing patience.

"Well... You two are dating and no girl likes her boyfriend hanging out so late," Julie replied while she was sleeping.

"Excuse me?" jumped Jooheon as he ran by Julie’s bed. "Where did you get those ideas?"

"They’re not ideas... everyone knows," Julianne continued as she fell asleep. The girl was already reaching a state of deep sleep, so Jooheon had to get very close to hear the last thing she said: "I guess I’ll end up alone again, Jooheon-ah".

He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t even know all the details and Julie was too drunk, and now too asleep, to explain.

Jooheon saw the time on his cell and realized that it was almost midnight Julie would have to wake up in about five hours and both would return to the same routine as always...

No, not this time, Jooheon thought as he was leaving Julie’s room. She’s going to be angry, but I need to talk to her.

Jooheon fell asleep on the couch in the living room not before looking for Julie’s cell phone and putting it next to him. He also sent a message to Wonho and Areum to take care of whatever was necessary tomorrow morning.

The rapper knew that it was not the ideal situation, but it was the only plan he had.

_____________________

The following Monday, Julie woke up with the worst headache she had felt in years. Her throat was dry, and her head was spinning. The morning sun was hitting her in the eyes, so she turned around and went under the covers. The memories of the night before were coming back gradually, especially Areum telling her it was a bad idea to drink on a Sunday night because...

Hold on, Julie thought. Sunday night? And it’s morning already?!

Julianne sat suddenly on the bed and the movement made her feel even dizzier. It was Monday morning and because of the sun level, it had to be at least 8 a.m., which meant she had about 20 minutes to get to the office.

Despite feeling like she had been hit by a train, Julie got out of bed and left her room to go to the bathroom to wash her face but stopped after taking a few steps when she heard noises in the kitchen and smelled food.

She leaned against the wall and reached the kitchen only to find Jooheon with his hair pulled up in a mini bun and wearing her apron.

"Good morning, Jules" greeted the rapper as if the situation was completely normal. "Do you feel better? Here is water and some aspirin. Breakfast is almost ready and..."

"What the fuck are you doing here?" she cut it off. "How did you get in?"

"Well, you may not remember, but..."

"Forget it, I don’t have time" she cut him again. Jooheon was getting tired her not letting him talk. "I have to go, and you too, we have meetings in a half hour"

"I cancelled the meetings," Jooheon said without much explanation. "Now come to have breakfast and try not to vomit anything, will you?"

"You did what?" Julie asked without understanding. "Are you crazy? We can’t... you can’t…"

"Areum and Wonho will take care of everything," he explained. "I told them you were in bad shape, which is true and was true even more last night, and they’re both gonna cover for us. I didn’t tell them you were completely drunk, so calm down."

"I wasn’t drunk," Julianne defended herself.

"Ah, no?" Jooheon said sarcastically. "Why don’t you go see your face first, Jules? Then we can decide if you were drunk or not. Now go wash your hands before it gets cold".

Julie had too much of a headache to argue or even fully understand what Jooheon was doing in her apartment, so she just did what Jooheon told her and went to wash her hands. Looking in the mirror, she realized her face was a mess and she almost died of shame. She decided then not to bring up what happened last night. Julie had very vague memories and really didn’t want to know how ridiculous she’d been the night before.

She returned to the kitchen and took the aspirin that Jooheon had offered earlier. Both began to eat quietly and gradually Julie began to feel better. She expected the silence to stay even longer, she didn’t want explanations anymore because she knew that to ask for them, she would also have to give them. Of course, Jooheon had other plans.

"Better?" asked the rapper when they both finished eating. "Here, I made coffee".

Julie accepted the cup without saying much more and began to drink quietly.

"Are you better now?" the rapper insisted. "Yesterday you scared me, Jules".

"I’m better now," she said looking into his eyes. "Thank you for breakfast and sorry for whatever I did or said yesterday, it won’t happen again".

Jooheon looked at her for a few seconds and shook his head.

"No, Jules, not this time," he said. "I know you don’t want to, but we need to talk".

"Look, Jooheon-ssi, I really don’t want..."

"Where did you get the idea that Areum and I were dating?" the rapper asked directly. He’d been thinking all night about how to bring it up, and he’d realized that with Jules he was always out on a limb. Jooheon was a direct person, if he wanted to know something, he asked, but with Julie, he seemed to always be walking on eggshells. No more.

"I don’t know what..."

"You told me yesterday and spent the last two days acting very strange and with very idiotic comments about it," Jooheon told her. "I’m not that stupid, you know? And that’s okay, you don’t have to tell me where you got that idea but listen to me: Areum and I are not together, we are not dating and I have no interest in that happening. She’s my friend, but nothing more".

Julie was silent for a few seconds watching Jooheon. She knew that the rapper was telling the truth, and now she saw that, in effect, the idea was quite ridiculous; both got along well, but Jooheon was not Areum’s type and she would never try anything with him after what Julie had told her in recent months.

Well, I’m stupid, I accept it, Julie thought before talking.

"Well, yeah, it was a stupid idea, but you have to know that the whole building thinks you’re dating," Julie said. "I don’t know what stupid thing you did, but now you’re the company’s latest gossip".

"I know," said Jooheon. "I called Areum a few hours ago and she yelled at me so loud, she almost left me without an eardrum. She is already taking care of everything, so calm down".

"Well..." said Julie. "Then..."

"So, since we made that clear," Jooheon continued without giving Julie time to evade him once more, "can you explain how you ended up drinking alone in a bar at midnight on a Sunday?"

"It was just a bad decision, it’s nothing important, Jooheon-ssi".

"A few hours ago I was 'Jooheon-ah', but I guess as you are sober now you forgot that we are friends" said the rapper with a lot of resentment. "Or maybe we’re not... Tell me, Jules, do I still treat you like a friend, do I keep trying, or do I forget everything and treat you like one more person with a batch of staff?"

Julie didn’t respond. She thought the answer would come easy, but she didn’t want to make decisions she could regret later.

"Tell me, because I don’t know what you want from me anymore," Jooheon continued. "I know things aren’t going to be like they were years ago, for starters, neither of us is the same as we were years ago, but at least I’m trying. But I’m getting tired, Jules, because when I feel like I’ve taken two steps forward, something happens and I’m back to square one... And yes, I’m an idiot, I don’t think before I talk and I get involved in things I shouldn’t, but do you really not realize that I do it because I care? Do you think if I didn’t worry about you I’d mind your business?"

"Look, I don’t know if we should have this conversation now, Jooheon-... ah," Julie said, getting up from the table and turning to go to the bathroom. "I have to..."

"Wait," said Jooheon holding Julie’s hand. "Wait... Look, Jules, I know you’re not... that maybe it’s not the best time and the last thing I want is to be one more burden. I’m telling you, I’m not going to... I don’t want to make your life harder, I just want to help you... I want you to feel better, but... but I can’t do it if you don’t let me".

Jooheon no longer held Julie’s hand so tightly, so if she wanted to, she could easily let go. But Julianne wasn’t sure about what she wanted anymore.

"If you tell me to walk away, I will, I swear," Jooheon continued, releasing Julianne’s hand. "But if not, or even if you are not sure, I’ll stay here, I will not go anywhere. I will not leave you alone, Jules, today, at last, I can promise you that I will not leave you alone... unless you ask me to".

Julie was two seconds away from crying. Her head was still spinning and she felt she was getting sick in her stomach. The conversation took a dramatic turn that neither of them expected, but for which Julie was especially unprepared.

The girl took a deep breath as she stared at the floor and tried to hold back the tears. When she felt ready, she looked up and saw Jooheon in the face:

"It’s 9 a.m., right?" Julie asked.

"Right"

"Well... since you canceled my meetings, I have more time today," she continued. "I need to shower and change first, and so do you. Do you think you can be back here in about... an hour?"

"Ehhh, yes, I think so, but... I don’t understand," Jooheon said confused.

"I need you to take me somewhere... We still have to find an alternative for the club," she explained. "The trip is one hour away and one hour back. I scheduled a meeting with the owners at 1 p.m., if we leave here by 10 a.m., we could get there before noon. Unless you have other responsibilities for today..."

"Emmm, no, but..."

"I can’t give you a definitive answer today, Jooheon-ah," Julie said. "I don’t... I don’t know what I need right now, but... but I need time and... and I..."

Julie couldn’t continue, she didn’t know what to say.

“I’ll take that” Jooheon said suddenly. “For now, I’ll just take that, Jules. And it’s okay, just… Just don’t push me away that harshly until you’ve made up your mind, okay?”

“Yeah… fair enough”.

“Okay, so… see you in an hour?”

“Yeah… see you in an hour… Jooheon-ah”

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