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Legal Affairs - Chapter 13

Synopsis: Utter bliss

Word count: 3.3k

Triggers: mentions intimate image abuse, kissing, unprotected sex, oral (f. receiving), hickeys

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Yoona practically cackled while you and Hoseok both remained shocked by the photo. 

“You’re lucky we don’t know who the woman is, but just remember we have this okay? We’ll be going now.” 

Yoona and Kazuha were at the door, when your legs finally worked and you ran after them. All the members had stopped whatever they were doing to look at Yoona now, so they began following you when you went after Yoona.

“That’s still criminal,” you said to the two women. 

“Tell us how,” Kazuha spoke this time and you realised even her voice was familiar.

“Intimate image abuse. Intimidation. Blackmail. I could go on,” you tried to appear nonchalant even though you were terrified. 

“God you’re really no fun,” Yoona said and rolled her eyes.

“Actually, y/n is about to make things very fun for you,” Hyungwon’s deep voice said from behind you from where the other members stood.

“I sincerely doubt that,” Yoona said scrunching her nose.

Hyungwon smirked and walked past you towards Yoona. “Y/n is the pushiest lawyer I have ever met. She doesn’t stop until her case is complete. She’s got the ear of the CEO of Seoul’s best law firm, and has prosecutors eating out of her hand. Believe me when I say she can make your life hell.”

Yoona seemed to tremble under Hyungwon’s gaze. You’d seen online comments that said Hyungwon cursed with his eyes, and you were starting to see that was true.

Hyungwon continued. “Y/n has also worked black market cases, so she’s got contacts in more places than you could imagine.” 

Kazuha cracked first. “Sunbae, he’s right.” 

To your surprise, Yoona followed soon after. She sighed in defeat and showed Hyungwon the phone as Kazuha deleted the images. 

When the two women walked away, Hyungwon turned around to face you and the rest of his members.

You spoke first. “I’m impressed, Hyungwon. You honestly seemed to handle that better than me.” 

Hyungwon smiled shyly. “Actually, I got the idea from Hoseok.” 

You looked behind you at Hoseok, who suddenly found the ceiling very interesting.

Hyungwon decided to explain to you. “Hoseok told me the first night after he met you that you were the CEO’s chosen one and apparently specialised in black market cases. I personally found that terrifying. Then Minhyuk told us about you driving his annoying ass at an even more annoying time. Then we saw what trouble you went into at the party and we just heard you threatening to sue Yoona to the ends of the world. Also Hoseok was really jealous about that prosecutor.” 

You nodded absentmindedly, processing everything. 

“He talks about you a lot, in case you didn’t know,” Hyungwon said.

Minhyuk walked up to you. “Thank you for everything, Miss y/n. I know I really threw you into the deep end there.” 

Minhyuk was right. You didn’t realise you’d be fighting with a snake like Yoona. But knowing how battered he must be after that, you decided to say something simpler instead. “It’s okay, you helped me get the suspects. As far as I am concerned, you cracked my case.” 

“Maybe that’s what was so terrifying for Yoona,” Kihyun said, joining the conversation. “It’s the fact you knew the black market, so you would probably see through her.”

Hyunwoo cleared his throat nearby. “Hey uh, let’s move back into the dressing room shall we?” He waited until all of the group walked back inside but stopped you. In a low voice, he said, “Please talk to Hoseok, okay?”

You found Hoseok sitting in front of a mirror, scrolling his phone. 

“Hey,” you said as you slowly walked up to him. 

“Y/n,” Hoseok gasped, quickly putting his phone down and looking at you. 

“I um wanted to talk to you about what happened,” you said while playing with your hands.

Hoseok held up a hand for you to stop talking and you felt your stomach drop in fear. 

But he resolved that feeling quickly. “No, y/n, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I thought that because we’ve both said we like each other, you wouldn’t be so horrified, but I can see how it can be a lot to handle.”

You leaned your elbows down on the counter in front of the mirror. “No, Hoseok, it’s not that I am horrified by it. I was just scared. If an ethics committee found out we hooked up in the middle of the investigation, I would be in a lot of trouble. At least if it was dating, I could mess with the timeline so it looks like we only started dating after the investigation,” you explained.

Hoseok placed his hand over yours. “Y/n, I truly never meant to hurt you through any of that. But… if it’s any consolation, I haven’t taken you on a proper date yet, so your excuse could still work.” 

You smiled briefly at that but didn’t meet his gaze. “God then I think about all the signs I missed. Like how did we end up like that when we clearly knew each other? Like I mentioned I knew how the security system worked. And I knew you wore a onesie AND I happened to be with someone with a body like yours.”

Hoseok raised his eyebrows at you. “If I remember correctly, you’ve done nothing but salivate after me since you met me, and you were the same that night.” 

“I won’t deny that. You’re a very attractive man,” you said, finally meeting his gaze and holding up your hands in defeat.

“And yet you didn’t notice how I looked at you?” Hoseok asked as he gently pulled you towards him so you were standing between his legs. “Watching the way you fought for me was honestly just pretty hot. But then I couldn’t get enough of all those moments when your cold lawyer mask slipped, and I saw how sweet you are.” 

You knew you couldn’t stay mad at him anymore. You slipped your hands behind his neck and smiled down at him. 

His arms encircled your waist. “Y/n, you know I like you right?” Hoseok said softly. 

You nodded. 

“Then can we put this behind us?” He asked.

You nodded again. Tears began forming in your eyes as you felt the stress you had been carrying dissolve away. Hoseok moved a hand to cup your face and ran his thumb over your cheek. 

“Why are you crying, baby? There’s nothing to worry about,” he said.

You couldn’t form words to express your thoughts, so you snuggled your face into his shoulder. Hoseok rubbed circles on your back as he held you. 

While Hoseok was holding you, Hyunwoo approached you both and said to Hoseok, “Remember we’re on stage in 2 minutes.”

You pulled back when you heard that. “Hoseok, I should go then. But maybe call me later tonight if you have time?”

You started turning around to leave but Hoseok pulled you back in. “Not without a kiss for good luck,” he said.

And how could you say no to Hoseok? You leaned down, and gently placed your lips over his. After reciprocating, Hoseok brought his hand to your neck and pulled you in closer. The pressure made you squeak and Hoseok slipped his tongue into your mouth. 

“1 minute!” Hyunwoo yelled, forcing you and Hoseok to break apart. 

Hoseok kept his hand behind your neck and held you in place. “Wait until I come back, okay?” 

And you did. Hoseok pulled you into a sloppy and sweaty kiss again when he returned from the stage. 

“Are you doing anything tonight?” He asked you. 

You shook your head.

“Good. How about we go out somewhere? I can’t believe I still haven’t taken you on a date,” Hoseok said. 

“Hoseok, don’t you want to shower and rest? Not to mention, didn't we agree that a date can wait until after the investigation?” You asked.

Hoseok whinged. "But we just made up and I want us to spend time together.”

You thought for a bit, then suggested, “Why don’t we do what I did last time when I wrote my report at the dorm?”

Hoseok scanned your face questioningly. “You want to sleep with me?”

“No, I mean yes, but in like…” you stuttered then sighed. “Alright, maybe I’ll sleep over if I end up working for a while.”

Hoseok smirked when he heard you stuttering but didn’t comment on it.

You drove yourself to the dorm because you didn’t want a repeat of the many parking fines. When you arrived, Hyungwon opened the door for you.

“Hey come in. Everyone’s just taking their makeup off, but Kihyun beat me to the bathroom,” he said by way of greeting.

You took a seat on the couch. “I’ll just be here getting some work done,” you said and Hyungwon left to his room. 

A little while later, your felt familiar hands on your shoulders. Hoseok leaned down and looked at your computer screen.

“So, whatchu doing?” He asked. 

You smiled, lowered the screen and turned to face him. “I just finished writing an email to Seonghwa about checking up on some mysterious journalists. I left you and Minhyuk’s names out of it though.”

“Do you want to take a break? We can have ramen, watch a movie perhaps?”

You giggled. “You want to take a 2 hour long break?”

“Well you had a big day today. Don’t you want to take a nap or something at least?” Hoseok asked.

You cupped his cheek and replied, “Hoseok, I think you want a nap because you had a big day today. And I am guessing you want me to join you?”

Hoseok was already moving your laptop off you and helping you up so you could go to his room. “Of course I do.” 

Hoseok lay down on the bed first, before motioning for you to join him. When you lay down facing him, he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you in closer. You slipped a leg in between his, chasing warmth, and he rubbed your back soothingly.  

“I could stay like this forever,” you sighed as you felt your body relaxing at his touch.

Hoseok hummed and pulled you in tighter. 

“I’ve just about proved you’re not involved in anything. Seonghwa should confirm with me soon.”

Hoseok grunted softly in response. 

“If he doesn’t, I’ll have to go meet with him again,” you added, and Hoseok raised his head to look at you.

“You know I don’t like him,” he said. 

“But you also know he’s handling the investigation and has to talk to me because I am your lawyer,” you reply teasingly. 

Hoseok shook his head and whined, “But you’re my girlfriend, and he likes you. He kept finding excuses to touch you during that lunch.”

You found Hoseok’s jealousy cute. “Well, guess what? You’re my boyfriend, and I like it when you touch me.” 

Hoseok squeezed you tighter and ran his hands along your body as if cementing your point. You two remained embracing, quietly, with just the sound of your breathing filling the room.

After some time, you felt Hoseok’s grip loosen. You looked up to find him staring at you. He twirled a piece of your hair as he spoke slowly.

“You know, there’s one more thing I’ve been meaning to ask you. It’s about that night with the costume party.”

“You know I’m not mad at you anymore right?” You asked him.

A faint smile ghosted Hoseok’s lips. “No, it’s not that. I was just thinking of how you said you only kinda enjoyed that night because you were interrupted and distracted. But right now, everything is the opposite of that.”

You smirked even though you felt your cheeks burn. “That’s well observed.”

Hoseok’s gaze flitted to your lips, and very quickly his lips were covering yours. They moved in time with yours, and his tongue was eager to explore your mouth. Hoseok shifted so you were under him, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Your fingers twisted themselves into his hair, making him groan.

Hoseok trailed a hand down to the hem of your shirt, and you gasped when his fingers brushed over your stomach. Hoseok unlatched from your mouth and smirked before moving his lips to your neck. His hand moved higher, squeezing your breast through your bra. The sensation made you writhe your legs, softly moaning out Hoseok’s name which only made him suck harder on the flesh of your neck. 

“Does it feel good baby?” He asked in between kisses. 

“Yes…” you said breathlessly. “Hoseok, are you leaving hickeys?” You knew there would be marks tomorrow morning. 

Hoseok pulled back and smirked. “I want everyone to know you had a great night tomorrow,” he said as he slid both hands under your sweater to pull it off. 

“Maybe I should meet with Seonghwa tomorrow then, so I can show off all your hard work,” you quipped. 

Hoseok’s gaze grew predatory at that. “I am going to make sure you don’t even remember another man’s name tonight,” he growled. He harshly pulled down your bra so your breasts fell out. His lips circled one nipple as he ran his tongue over it while he kneaded your other breast. 

You reached across Hoseok’s back to slide your hands under his shirt and he helped you pull it off. It was hard to contain your gasp once he did that. You already knew how he looked, his photos could be found anywhere on the internet, but seeing his abs still elicited some primal, lustful response in you. 

Hoseok watched as you appreciated his body. “Like what you see?”

“God, so much,” you sighed as you trailed a finger down his chest towards his lower stomach. “May I?” 

You fingered the edge of his sweatpants, gently pushing your fingers in. Your hand enclosed around his length inside is pants, and he gasped. You pumped him a few times before he regained his composure. 

“No, baby, stop,” Hoseok hissed out. 

You pulled your hand out quickly. Had you done something wrong? Seeing the flicker of shock you couldn’t hide on your face, Hoseok picked up your hand and kissed it. “Tonight’s about you. Let me take care of you. Let me thank you and show you how much you mean to me.” 

After dropping your hand on to the bed, Hoseok brought his hands to your thighs, and  drew patterns over the material of your office pants, making your legs writhe. He then hooked his fingers around the waistband of your pants and tugged them down. He ran a finger between your lips which made you moan loud enough you were certain the other members would hear. 

“That’s it baby, let me hear you,” Hoseok groaned. He rubbed your clit and your legs quivered some more. “If only you knew what your moans did to me.” 

You knew. You knew very well. You could see the material straining in his sweatpants. “Hoseok…” you started. 

He inserted a finger into you. “I love it when you say my name like that.” 

Sounds of your sighs and grunts filled through room, occasionally punctuated by the squelching of Hoseok’s fingers, but you wanted more.

You pushed yourself up on your elbows and reached over to still his hand between your legs. He watched as you took his wrist and brought his fingers to your mouth. You swirled your tongue around them before pushing them into your mouth and licking. You flicked your eyes to Hoseok to watch his reaction. 

Hoseok threw his head back for a moment and sighed deeply. “You really want to tease me like that don’t you?” 

You smirked, then licked his fingers again. 

Hoseok groaned, “Now I just have to taste you.”

He wasted no time in pushing your thighs apart and placing his mouth in between them. He started with little kitten licks, where his tongue ghosted over the arousal already smeared on your skin from earlier. The lack of pattern and trying to guess when he’d finally reach your throbbing clit made you whimper.

“Hoseok please, just please….” You said between gasps. Wen Hoseok licked his finally licked his way to your folds, you practically shuddered. Your moan must have been loud enough for the rest of the dorm to hear, but neither you nor Hoseok cared about that right now.

Hoseok began fingering you again while his mouth remained on your clit, swirling and sucking over it. Your hand tangled further into is hair, and the tugs from your fingers only seemed to make him more eager to continue lapping at your sopping core. Your breathing became louder as you felt that familiar knot forming in your stomach. 

“Hoseok I’m close,” you gasped out.

Hoseok lifted his head up, and the little light win the room made his lips glisten. 

“I want you to cum around my cock baby,” Hoseok said.

He pulled off his pants, revealing his cock as it hit his stomach. His tip was already leaking. Hoseok slid his hands under your ass to tilt you up before lining himself up. 

“Ready baby?” He asked as he ran his tip along your folds. You nodded.

He inserted himself slowly, stretching you out. 

“That feel good baby?” He asked, his lips still glistening from earlier. 

“Yes, now please, move,” you breathed out. 

Hoseok braced his arms around your head, and your eyes flicked to his biceps. But then at his first thrust, your head tipped back and you whined. Hoseok kept going, and soon you were both lost in a chorus of grunts and moans. Your hands wrapped around him, digging into his toned back muscles.

Eventually you could feel yourself clenching around him. “I-I’m close.” 

Hoseok pressed a sloppy kiss to your jaw and quickened his thrusts. At this point, your words weren’t even coherent, ranging from “don’t stop,” to various breathless moans, to Hoseok’s name being a mantra on your lips.

And then your back arched, and one final guttural growl escaped from your lips. Hoseok followed soon after, painting your insides in warmth, just like the warmth that fluttered through your body. 

Once your highs subsided, Hoseok’s body came to rest on yours, though you knew he was hesitant as to whether the weight would be too much. You ran your fingers through his slightly damp hair and he placed a few gentle kisses across your shoulder before getting up. He returned with a warm wash cloth to wipe your thighs with. 

“Y/n?” Hoseok’s voice broke through the silence. “Are you okay?” 

You lifted your head off the bed. You didn’t realise you had been lying there in silence. “Yes, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” 

Hoseok dropped the washcloth somewhere on the floor and lifted the covers to crawl under them again. He lay down facing you. “You just haven’t said anything yet.” He placed his arm on your waist and pulled you in closer.

You traced patterns on his arm, taking your time before responding to him. “I think… you will finally sleep well knowing your one night stand from the party enjoyed tonight.” 

Hoseok didn’t find your words funny. He swallowed nervously and asked, “Y/n, you know you’re more than that right?”

You trailed your hand up to his face. “Yes, Hoseok. I just wanted to tease you about the last time we were in bed together.”

“And just like last time, stay the night, okay?” Hoseok asked. 

You hummed in response. “With how you’re holding me, I didn’t think you’d let me leave anyways.”

Hoseok grinned at your response. You snuggled into him and got comfortable. Hoseok began stroking your hair, just like last time.

But before you fell asleep, you heard him. “Goodnight sweetheart. Tomorrow, I’m taking you on that date I promised.”

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love is · · · — trivias & outtakes

✇༄ spoilers for the entire love is · · · series

✇༄ bulleted list format

masterlist | love is · · · masterlist

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✇༄ disclaimer: twilight from spy x family has nothing to do with this. i just wanted to use a gif of him as a header of sorts. heh.

✇༄ reader/main character will be referred to by their mafia codename ‘sea,’ just to make ramblings easier :]

inspo: plot & conflict

let’s get the general stuff out of the way first

so, this whole mini-series was actually thought of because i watched the “gambler” mv and band version one too many times as i tried to cope w pcd

[i highly recommend the band ver btw. it tempts me to swerve to changkyun every single time, istg]

and then i consequentially topped it off w mafia!aus . . .

truth be told, i wanted to save the hidden baby/secret child trope for future works since i didn’t want to overuse it

[it’s my go-to in my earlier, unpublished works. idk if they’ll ever see the light of day, but they’re def still in my drive somewhere]

i needed a big enough reason for sea to leave a relationship they were otherwise more than happy in — and (un)fortunately, i couldn’t think of any other situation

i figured being responsible for more than their own life should do the trick, so there

a general plot was made, tgt w the root of conflict

a gambler & a danger

ngl, out of all the parts for this mini-series, these two were the only ones that turned out exactly like how i planned them

specifically, the story captured in these two parts were the exact scenes i wanted to tell right from the start

there was no deviation from the original plot/screenplay or whatsoever

it was great

which, now that i think abt it, was prolly why i finished these two relatively quick

since there was no ‘what-if’s to consider

a secret

in contrast, i had a slight difficulty for this part because i had a ‘what-if’ scenario

i had to debate whether hoseok would be traveling alone or not

ngl, i have a tendency to go for the angstier way — but, for this case, the two options had contrasting effects on the story

option one was ultimately made canon

yk, hoseok crosses paths with sea on vacation and basically invites himself to walk around w them lol

but option two . . .

oh boy

did y’all hear abt that one time when hoseok was spotted at the airport w kihyun and changkyun? (it was after wonho became a soloist, so ot7 stans won that day *insert star eyes here*)

but yea, i basically took inspo from that and went— what if?

what if hoseok and then changkyun spotted sea?

then, different from canon, the convo they’d have would be significantly shorter since sea would feel more apprehensive about being in the same place as MX members

neither hoseok nor changkyun would have a chance to get close enough to learn kian’s name or even play w her since sea would of course leave as soon as possible

it’s debatable if sea would even get to think abt asking hoseok and changkyun the favor of not telling the others abt seeing them in their vacation

but, either way, the men’s eyes were still faster than sea since they already caught a glimpse of bebe kian

who, as hoseok canonically puts it, “looks a lot like her father”

now here’s the part that makes me scream— it’s so angsty i personally love it:

what if, as sea turned to leave, they saw someone not too far away who eerily looks like kihyun? looking at them? looking at kian?

[*screams*]

angst level through the roof already ik, but lemme make it worse

sea was written to have a strong resolve, someone who is selfish and selfless at the same time, someone who doesn’t back down easily

so yk what? even if they made eye contact w that person who eerily resembled kihyun, they would pretend they weren’t spooked

they would still leave . . . bc they already made their choice

as for the reason why i didn’t go with that route, even if it was literally the angstiest of the two aka my type lol

personally, i felt like option two would waste all of sea’s efforts to get away

i mean— sure, they would still reunite w kihyun eventually [bc yes, no matter what sea does, they’re still meant to end up w him]

but at least w option one, they had more time to enjoy their freedom — and w that extra time, they were able to have no regrets abt ruining an eight-year long of otherwise perfectly fine relationship

plus, if they saw each other then, sea would still be able to get away since it’d take kihyun a while to recover from his shock

but once he processed everything? he will try to find them. no amount of SVT’s countermeasures and precautions would be able to stop him. he will find sea and kian within two months — three months, tops.

however, as touched on in ‘a compass,’ that was exactly what sea didn’t want. bc they’d eventually end up hating him for real

overall, as much as i love angst, i didn’t want the series to get too messy once the domino effect hits, that was why i ultimately made option one canon

inspo: yoo kian

originally, i planned kian to be a boy

[just bc bb boys are my default for hidden baby!aus for some reason??? yea idk, either]

but then, yk how for some ppl you just see what gender of children “suit” them the best? like, minhyuk’s def a girl dad??

yea . . . same logic for kihyun. although his interactions w kylo are v uwu, i still see him as a girl dad. perhaps not as strong as my vision for minhyuk, but it’s still there

as for her name, sea never planned to completely erase kihyun in her life

they wanted to raise her away from him and out of his radar, yes, but they still wanted kian to have a piece of him wherever they go

hence sea let kian carry his surname and even share a syllable of her name w him

and they were only confident abt doing that bc, again, kihyun didn’t know abt bebe kian — he can’t track both of them using someone he didn’t even know existed

ik the spelling of her name can be considered masculine, but i merely romanized how her name would be written in hangul (키안/기안), so i see no point in giving her the feminine spelling of it

oh! i almost forgot: kian wasn’t actually the first name i thought of for sea and kihyun’s kid

i already forgot what the first name was, but the name kian was thought of after i remembered abt sian from tros lol

inspo: mafia codes

i wanted everyone to have a mafia codename of sorts

the members w stage names were easy, also those w alternate names (as in hyungwon’s case) since i just used those

but for those who have their real names as their stage names, i had to be creative

jooheon became ‘honey,’ after his current stage name that i keep forgetting [srly, i always forget that he goes by joohoney now T_T]

minhyuk became ‘gorae,’ which is korean for whale, his favorite animal

the only one i rlly had trouble w was kihyun’s code name

i personally associate him w hamsters, but i couldn’t thing of anything that could make ‘hamster’ as a code name intimidating, so i had to look for inspiration somewhere else

somehow, in my quest, i stumbled upon the fact that ‘yoo’ — kihyun’s last name — can be spelled as ‘ryu’ in the past

hence his code name ‘ryuki��

as for SVT members . . . there’s a reason why not all of them appeared in the series lol

i mean— besides the fact that it’s a MX-centered fic, most of them go by their real names on stage

and i rlly don’t have the energy to give everyone a creative code name lol

still, i came up with some just in case i ran out of members who have stage names

thus ‘player’ for wonwoo, after the carmen sandiego character and also the fact that he’s a gamer

‘moon’ for junhui, after his korean surname (문)

and two more back-ups i didn’t get to use: ‘ghost’ for seungkwan, solely bc his last name is boo [sometimes i think i’m funny] && ‘polar’ for hansol vernon, after his current emoji representative

though imma be honest

i have no idea who ‘labri’ is

when i first thought of the code name, it rooted from the word ‘lovely.’ when i tried to write it in hangul, it became ‘랍리’ or ‘labli’/‘labri’/‘lablee’/‘rabri’/— you get the idea

but with that, two members come to mind personally: jeonghan and mingyu

if ‘labri’ is jeonghan, it could also be the case that ‘labri’ came from ‘libra’ aka his zodiac sign, with a couple letters switched

however, if ‘labri’ is mingyu, it could also be the case that ‘labri’ came from ‘labrador’

so yea, idk who he is

a favor

despite being angsty, this part was a lil difficult to write ngl

i literally had to rewrite the entire thing three times before i finally had something i was satisfied w

i knew what i wanted to write, specifically what scenes i wanted to show, it was just a matter of how i should tell it

MX’s introduction to kian was originally captured in great detail as in move-for-move

but then . . . idk what was actually wrong w it, but it just seemed wrong for some reason???

i still saved that draft somewhere bc those scenes were so cute to me, but yea . . . i ultimately rewrote it

[sometimes i just don’t get how my brain works, sigh]

funnily enough, the scene that convinced me to even write this part in the first place didn’t even make the cut

like ‘a secret,’ this part also had a ‘what if’ — one that also had a contrasting effect to the story

the second idea was what i made canon

yk— wonho volunteered for the alliance but ryuki ended up the one getting engaged after MX pieced kian’s parentage tgt

but in the initial idea . . .

honey was chosen for the alliance

i didn’t work out how he was picked, but i did work out that he was v reluctant abt it — as in he wasn’t totally on board w it, but still agreed anw bc it was for MX’s future

sea wasn’t SVT’s pick for the marriage in this version tho

instead, honey was set to marry periwinkle aka perrie — someone who wasn’t part of SVT’s core, but a high-ranking member nonetheless

their dynamic was supposed to be like enemies-to-lovers, since both of them weren’t really fond of the idea

perrie was supposed to be rlly close w sea tho: partly bc the former was one of their “guards” until they left the country

which led to sea attending the wedding as a show of support

i mean— sure, for this ver, sea is still avoiding ryuki as much as they can, but with the alliance between SVT-MX pretty much complete, they're a bit more lax abt it than in canon

also bc of the logic that MX didn't find them to begin w before they crossed paths again, so the threat "make sure we never find you" in ‘a gamble’ is still in sea's favor

now here's the scene that convinced me to write this part in the first place but didn't even make the cut:

as it happened in canon, labri still mistakingly hands kian to the MX members before hurriedly leaving

and that event is still the reason why MX members will be able to piece together kian's parentage

although, for this ver, kian will resemble sea more than ryuki

[honestly idk how kian ended up looking like ryuki more in canon when i’ve been dead-set that she should look like her mapa more right from the beginning T_T]

[hoseok’s comment in ‘a secret’ was only supposed to be a signal like “i know who the father is”]

they will still be able to figure it out tho based on her features and other “coincidences”

unlike in canon tho, the one who will pick her up from MX’s house is sea

think “you fcking did WHAT? labri, you’re fcking DEAD. don’t fcking go near my daughter, i’m mad at you. i’ll pick her up myself”

yea, sea’s furious at labri oki

[like, so v much so that they literally signed up to go to the lion’s den unaccompanied without much thought]

and understandably so, since hello?? this whole thing was abt keeping kian & kihyun apart???

not to worry, though

surprisingly enough, had they met this way, they would’ve been pretty civil . . . and calm

i didn’t work out the logistics, but kihyun supposedly harbor no ill feelings for sea in this ver

it’s like . . . after piecing kian’s parentage, he just figures out what exactly happened and just . . . understood

so, yea

for this ver, “the talk” that happened in ‘a compass’ is a lot quieter and calmer

like it literally takes place while the other members painstakingly gather everything that belongs to kian that had been scattered around the house lol

and as a sort of soft epilogue, sea and ryuki would meet again in honey and periwinkle’s wedding reception

where it would be alluded that they would be a couple again in the future

and then [*hits the slate*] CUT

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ngl i rlly looked forward to writing the reunion in this ver since it was the reason this part exist in the first place

but

as i progressed writing the opening scenes for this particular part, i realized it didn’t seem realistic that ryuki would just let sea off the hook that easily

sure, this is fiction and all, but i figured kihyun at least deserves some time to show sea that the trauma they caused wasn’t okay

cuz yk . . . we can’t just invalidate ppl’s feelings like that

so yeah

that’s why canon is the way it is

a journey & a compass

frankly, these two parts wouldn’t’ve existed if not for the anons that asked abt them

cuz i fully intended to just end the story in ‘a favor’

partly bc i knew if i extended the story beyond that, i would have no choice but to actually address kihyun’s trauma

not that there was smth wrong w doing that, it’s just . . . i didn’t want to mess it up

even if it’s fictional, that trauma is heavy yk

i think i messed it up anw but yk it is what it is ig

ngl there was only supposed to be one part after ‘a favor’

but, while i was writing ‘a journey,’ i noticed that there would be a shift in the tone?— the color?— idk how to phrase it— of the story

so i decided that it would be best to split the supplementary part into two

one focusing on the “pretending”

and the other on the “closure”

as i mentioned on one of my replies to an anon, the keyword for the last set of supplemental parts was ‘wedding’

yea, i technically could’ve just went straight to ‘a compass’ without having to write ‘a journey,’ that’s true

but there were some information in ‘a journey’ that i needed to mention

don’t ask what it was bc i can’t recall now lol

but yea that’s why there was ‘a journey’ before ‘a compass’ :D

inspo: significant others

sea actually had a name in the first draft of ‘a gamble’ bc i originally didn’t plan on sharing the story here

and every time a story is exclusively for me, i tend to create ocs since that’s what i did before my tumblr writer era

[yes, that’s why my mcmxcvii & mcu stuff are x oc . . . those universes were built years ago]

but anw

sea’s name was choi gaeul

they were supposed to share their last name with their cousin seungcheol

wait actually let me elaborate

they were named as such first

with their first name being from chu gaeul of boys over flowers [aka half of one of my first ships as a kid uwu]

&& then when the time came to pick a relative who share the same surname, seungcheol became an obvious choice

ergo, SVT was ultimately inserted in the story

ergo, the codename ‘autumn’ later on became out of question since that’s what gaeul meant

ngl had i published the story w an oc, bb kian’s full name would’ve easily been choi kian

which strangely would’ve changed the story in ‘a favor’ & onwards now that i think abt it

huh

anw sea’s occupation is an architect

why? solely bc of a small fact mentioned in ‘a journey’: so i can say that they thought seungcheol would simply ask them to design a blueprint for SVT’s house as a favor

that’s v shallow ik, but i always try to be as vague and as general as possible in my x reader fics

so when i do specify some things, they’re more likely than not thought of last min and had to be made bc i had no other choice

that includes the name drops for minhyuk’s and changkyun’s respective partners, actually — since i couldn’t just refer to them as their other half every single time

they’re more than just that yk

i came up with minhyuk’s partner’s name first — nari — bc they were supposed to be mentioned by name in ‘a favor,’ right in the beginning when it was discussed that them & minhyuk were already married by then

for extra measure, i also planned out some things abt nari & their relationship w minhyuk just in case i needed them

like how nari’s works in a flower shop & somehow met minhyuk there one day, allowing for their love story to start [yea, they got the florist-mafia trope. it’s cute]

&& also how nari is actually pregnant during ‘a favor’ & onwards

them seeking advice from sea abt giving birth & parenthood was actually my back up plan for the story flow lol

actually, that also includes them offering to babysit kian for “experience” [one of my drafts actually had a scene where ryuki & sea had a fight abt this lol]

funnily enough, the name nari was thought of bc i remembered abt the narra tree

it was rlly random, but that basically gave my name search a direction — name starting w n, meaning possibly related to plants

&& tada~ nari means ‘lily’ — or so google says

i didn’t bother thinking of a surname for nari though, or hayeon too, for that matter

in fact, changkyun’s partner has less info planned out compared to nari

most likely bc i didn’t intend them to play a huge role in the series or appear at all

but alright, here’s everything i came up w abt changkyun’s partner

their name hayeon was from one of the former kids in tros [i just think it’s a beautiful-cute name, nothing else]

they’re a doctor, speciality unknown — most likely smth related to surgery tho

mostly bc the trope that i thought for them two involves kyun getting wounded && hayeon fixing him up

i did consider that hayeon was prolly the first person to know abt sea’s pregnancy

and, for some reason, sea was alright w them knowing

specifically, for wtv reason, sea knew hayeon would keep that knowledge a secret from MX

i didn’t rlly flesh out the ‘why,’ exactly, but it was def hinted in ‘a compass’

smth abt what happened to hayeon will fs prompt MX to tighten their security/surveillance around sea when they find out that they’re pregnant

ngl what ‘happened’ may or may not have involved hayeon getting kidnapped . . .

and let’s just say hayeon believes that it’s better to stay away from any mafia than to accept some sort of protection from them

based on their experience, yk the mafia protection basically failing them, they have the right to feel that way

so yeah: sea knowing that particular belief of theirs def played a part on why sea would feel safe sharing their secret w them

&& also why hayeon was intentionally ‘absent’ in the series compared to nari whose scenes just got cut: they were staying as far away from all the mafia shenanigans as much as possible

which, really, wasn’t difficult for them to do given that they’re a doctor & everything

since we’re on the topic, i might as well mention this

hayeon & changkyun’s on-&-off relationship was def influenced by their kidnapping

i won’t go to details bc i didn’t actually flesh it out

but, as i see it rn, their story def has so much angst in it that i can’t even guarantee a ‘happy ending’ for them if i ever write it

final notes

this rambling has gone on longer than i intended

i didn’t realize i had so much to say abt the ‘behind’ of this series oml

but anw

to close, i just want take a moment to thank you guys for reading & showing interest in ‘love is · · ·’

it’s the first series i finished wo having all the parts prewritten before posting, so all the interactions — the likes, the reblogs, the comments, the messages — really drove this to completion

i read all the reblogs, tags, comments, & msgs btw, even if i only replied to the asks

mostly bc i despise how it’s my ‘main’ blog that replies whenever i answer a comment smh

&& like . . . idk how i can answer reblogs/tags . . .

i love reading them, actually

i went back to read every single one of them multiple times to help me finish everything. they helped me a lot fr

and i uh— i’m so sorry i broke your hearts several times

i’m admittedly just good at dropping angsty one-liners && my fluffy writing needs a lot of work

so hopefully the hopeful ending made all the heartbreak worth it . . . somehow. somewhat.

if there’s anything you’re curious abt that i didn’t address in this lengthy ramble, pls send me an ask here!!

feel free to send me other stuff through there too: what you liked abt this series, what frustrated you, idk. wtv else you think of

that way i can actually reply *insert dancer emoji, three times, here*

forewarning tho: you might get a reply that’s more than what you asked for bc i tend to overshare—

but anw yea

from the v bottom of my heart, thank you for tuning to ‘love is · · ·’ and following ryuki & sea’s story (⌒▽⌒)♡

[lemonietrinket]

Angel ||| Kihyun x Reader

Summary: Kihyun swears he’s not short. Because he’s not. He’s taller than you. So he’s not. You don’t need help decorating a christmas tree. No no. Genre: Comedy, Fluff (not as much as usual tho) Warning(s): None Word Count: 1227 AN: Credit for the prompt goes to @songi-writes I’m going to keep tagging you in these until you tell me to stop

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You loved your parents. You promise you did. Their thought of lending you their spare christmas tree was extremely kind of them.

What they hadn’t taken into account was that you were midget.

You stood on your tiptoes, desperately trying to get the angle right to fling the blue and silver lights around the tree securely. You were already straining yet you weren’t even aiming for the top half yet. Somehow, by a stroke of luck, a strand got caught on one of the pines at the back and held.

You breathed a sigh of relief. Just as you did so, your boyfriend strode through from the kitchen, having put your empty coffee mugs away.

“Where are we up to now—oh you’re doing the lights?”

You nodded, bring your hands to your hips. You’d practically tired yourself out and you hadn’t put any of the few individual decorations you had on yet.

He chuckled. “Worn out, angel?”

You rolled your eyes, playfully and gently smacking him on the arm.

“Don’t you worry,” he patted your head, “your tall boyfriend will fix it all up for you.”

Kihyun leant round and grasped the hanging trail of bulbs, gently weaving them round the tree.

It was the top fifth from the summit that he didn’t take into account.

Suddenly, it was him that was standing awkwardly on his toes, springing up and down, cursing whenever his throws didn’t snag and fell back towards him. He cursed as the momentum knocked off one of the secured rings, meaning he had to wrap it round again.

“Having some trouble there?” you slyly enquired, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“No,” he asserted, “no, everything is just… fine!”

You watched him throw and fail again, and you just chuckled. “Kihyun, babe, I think we need to call in help.”

“Help?” he exclaimed. “It’s a christmas tree, what family would we be if we couldn’t decorate a christmas tree without help?” 

“A short one.” You’d turned away as you said it to hide your smirk but you could feel his glare on your back.

“We are not short. Well, I mean you are but,” he huffed, “why won’t you stay, tiny bulb? Do you not want to be a part of this family? Are you going to be the one who tears this family apart?”

You snorted. “Ok, that’s it, you’re talking to inanimate objects. I’m calling Shownu.” 

He immediately halted his ministrations, coming to look you dead in the eye.

“Angel. I love you to pieces. But we are not calling in Shownu.”

“Why not?” you shrugged. “He’s tall, and strong, he’ll get the job done in half the—”

“And so will we, I just need a little bit of time!” 

You took a step towards your phone, discarded on the sofa when you’d begun decorating.

“Angel, don’t you dare.”

Another step.

“We can do it ourselves, we don’t need—!”

A cluster of shuffles.

“Y/N, Angel, if you truly love me, you will not call Shownu!”

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“Is this everything you need?”

The towering man sent you his classic teddy-bear smile, turning back around to you and Kihyun.

You nodded. “I think so yes. Thank you so much!”

You sent a glance to Kihyun who was perched on the sofa, legs crossed delicately, and very overtly avoiding eye contact with both you and his group mate, opting to stare diligently out of the window.

He wasn’t usually sulky.

“Are you sure? Are you going to be able to reach to put the star on top alright?”

“Well…”

Shownu made a fair point.

You peered up at the very top of the tree, bare and awaiting to be crowned. It wasn’t the usual order for decorating, but you also didn’t want to waste anymore of Shownu’s time.

“Oh go on then,” you sighed gratefully.

Kihyun scoffed at that, and Shownu seemed to pick up on it.

“I won’t… put it up for you…” he reasoned. “One of you should be the ones to put the star on the tree. So… Y/N, do you mind if I lift you up?”

You saw Kihyun’s head immediately switch to you out of the corner of your eye.

“So I can put the star on the top?”

He nodded, offering his palms as an invitation.

Clutching the delicate piece of glittered gold, you looked up at the gentle face of the ice bear and stopped, a tiny smirk forming on your features.

You turned to your boyfriend. “Baby, wouldn’t you like to put the star on the top?”

“What?”

“Well, since the tree got the better of you the first time round—”

“You couldn’t do it either!”

“—I figured you’d want to finally show it who’s boss, what do you think?”

“What do I…? Angel, you are on some strange…”

You plonked the star in his hands and stood back, nudging Shownu’s arm as you passed.

“Oh, oh no you don’t—!”

But the man didn’t hesitate, sweeping your boyfriend up by his waist and lifting him in front of the tree.

He looked like a scooped kitten, his legs swaying freely and arms limp as he pouted.

“You guys are mean to me,” he muttered, stretching out his arms and adorning the tree with its golden crown. His eyes flickered to you as he did so, seeking pity.

You simply blew him a kiss and watched him fluster. 

Soon, his feet met the carpet again, and he straightened his shirt, as well as his posture to attempt to compare to his bandmate’s.

Really it was no use but either way it amused you. You just wished he could see himself as you saw him, strong and capable even if his height didn’t exactly portray that.

Shownu dusted his hands, taking in the view of the half-finished christmas tree, before his eyes fell on the small collection of boxes containing the few decorations you have. “I have some some baubles in the car, if you’d like some?”

“That’d be so kind of you Shownu, thank you so much!”

He patted both yours and Kihyun’s head as he strode off to the front door.

Your boyfriend folded his arms as soon as his back was gone from sight, giving you a stare.

You cooed at him, “Aww you still love me though right?”

He shook his head indignantly.

It was your turn to pout. “Hey, you don’t mean that!” You changed tact. “I’ll make dinner tonight, how ‘bout that?”

“Hmmm…” It was clear he thought about it for only a second, but he tried to pretend that it was a hard decision.  But you knew he’d give in, and he did, a pretty little smile finally reappearing on his lips. “Oh alright then. But only because your meals are heavenly!”

“Sure,” you drawled, kissing his cheek as he made your way to the kitchen, “not because you’re hopelessly infatuated with me.”

“Oh no, not at all!” He played along. “In fact, I can barely stand you—really, I’m just here for the food.”

“Oh sure, of course. And I’m not the best thing you’ve ever had.”

You were joking of course, and he could never bring up the courage to say it but he agreed wholeheartedly with that statement. You were the best thing that had happened to him, a miracle, celestial. That’s why he called you so.

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AN: Longer than I expected tbh

Masterlist

[mininky]

The Water Cooler

Summary: Life works in mysterious ways. Really shitty ways too, might you add. After a series of unexpected incidents you find yourself living with your office enemy.

Pairing: Office Worker!Kihyun x Reader

Genre: Fluff, crack/comedy, romance

Warnings: Cussing, some sexual mentions but no graphic scenes, drunk Minhyuk loves to pole dance, Changkyun hates hikers, cheating

Word Count: 9.9K

     There are a lot of ways that you could describe Yoo Kihyun. Obnoxious. Nagging. Uptight. Know it all. Arrogant. Self-serving. Pretentious. Annoying. Loathsome. Short with an even shorter temper. Smug. Cocky. An insufferable pain in the neck. God how you wanted to just break his fucking neck. You aren’t sure how exactly your disdain for the tiny man started, but you did know that he’s currently testing the one last nerve you have before you snap and murder him and have Minhyuk help you hide the body. Hyungwon would probably help too as long as he didn’t have to expel any energy on that matter, at the very least he would root the two of you on.

 You can feel the vein in your forehead pop and throb as he continues to talk about his oh-so-perfect reports that will probably land him a promotion. You’d bet your measly savings that Yoo Kihyun was also a former teacher’s pet. “You know what Kihyun, I hope you do get a promotion.” Everyone in the breakroom turns to look at you with confusion. Wonho almost chokes on his coffee before shouting about it burning. Hyungwon actually stops chewing his bagel to give a look of pure horror at you.

 “Really, thanks (y/n). You know I always knew-” Kihyun is giving a pompous smile at you as he speaks and you feel that last nerve snap like a twig.

 “And I just really hope that it involves a transfer to the middle of nowhere so I never have to deal with your Napoleon complex ever again.” Minhyuk is giving a high pitched wheezing laugh, he’s doubled over in the back shaking as he tries to squeeze out an unintelligible sentence in reply to you.

 “Na-napoleon complex?! I’m not even that short! I’m average height!” Kihyun is crushing the water bottle in his hands and you feel your headache abate at the rage you’ve inflicted on him. Serves his smug ass right.

 “And so was Napoleon for his time. For someone who deems himself all knowing you would think that you would have already known that. Well anyways, as pleasant as it was listening to you kiss your own ass for thirty minutes I have some papers to work on. Oh and Kihyun, don’t let the door smack you on the way out to that promotion.” You pick up your fresh cup of coffee and blow a kiss at him as you walk back to your cubicle and laugh under your breath as you begin sifting through the spreadsheet from hell you’re currently working on.

 Working in a painfully boring office was not how you imagined your life, it’s certainly not how you intended to use your degree in psychology but considering that you only have a bachelors the best use that you have for it is as an overpriced decoration in your cubicle that collects a copious amount of dust for the sake of making Kihyun shudder each time he sees it. Thank god for that minor in accounting or it really would be completely worthless. Life is just that way, sometimes things just don’t work out as you planned. Still, it could be worse. At the very least you have a decent paying job and for the most part, you enjoy the people you work with (the main exception being Kihyun although when Minhyuk goes full dolphin mode he too is in the doghouse with you) and your boss Shownu was one of the sweetest people you’ve ever met.

 All in all, things weren’t that bad. Boring, monotonous, a bit like groundhogs day sure. But at the same time, you had bills to pay and adult things to do like pay said bills. Oh, how the capitalist system sucks for everyone but the filthy rich. But once again, on days like today when your temper has flown out the window, you can’t help but wonder how you got here. In a long-term relationship with a guy who you live with who still looks at you like a deer in headlights the moment anyone brings up the word marriage, committed to a job where you deal with numbers and papers and other tedious tasks every day. This certainly isn’t the fabulous life of jet-setting and hanging out with hot cabana boys that feed you grapes that you’ve envisioned for your life.

 The rest of the day goes by painfully slow and unfortunately, it’s just as dull as you figured it would be. The most interesting part of the day had been your earlier tussle with Kihyun and watching Hyungwon almost unhinge his jaw as he tried to fit the largest burger you’ve ever seen into his mouth because Jooheon dared him to do it. But it’s Friday, and that means that you can be out of this humdrum hell for two days so when the clock hits five you’re quick to save your work and get the hell out of dodge.

 Changkyun is already standing in the elevator when you fly into it. “'Sup (y/n). Got any plans for the weekend?”

 “Nah, not unless binge-watching Netflix in my underwear counts. You?”

 “Sexy. Eh, I’ve got a date with this chick from tinder but I dunno man. She’s into nature and shit and those hiking people usually give me hives you know. Its like, calm down man you can see all that shit on Instagram why be so active? Plus they get all holy about it, they act like your couch is a den of evil. But she’s pretty hot so I’m willing to risk it.”

 “Well, I hope the risk is rewarding for you. Best of luck kid.” You spring out of the elevator and out of the building with more energy then you’ve displayed all week. It’s true, you don’t really have any plans for this weekend except for meeting up your boyfriend for dinner right now but my god, you get to sleep in and isn’t that all that really matters?

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 You’re contemplating picking up the glass of wine you’re clutching to and hurling it into Matt’s face. Or maybe you’ll take the steak knife and drive it through his heart. Or take the candle sitting on the table and light him on a tiny fire before cramming it up his ass. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you right. Did you just say you want to break up with me?”

 “Listen (y/n), it’s not me it’s you.”

 “I’m pretty sure that it’s supposed to be the other way around.” You grit out the words with venom. God, what did you ever see in this loser?

 “Oh, yeah right. I always forget how that goes. My bad. Listen, it’s just you know I need something else in my life and well things have just gotten kind of boring. Like, I’m glad you finally let me try anal and all but you know I just think it’s time we go our separate ways. We’ve had a good six years and all, but you know I mean…I think we’ve pretty much done everything now. You’re a great girl, I’m sure you’ll find someone decent. And we’re still young I mean we’re not thirty yet! Anyways, listen I’ve already packed up most of your things for you so-”

 “You’ve packed up my shit? Let me get this right you’re breaking up with me and you want the apartment?” You can feel the entire restaurant turn to watch as you raise your voice but you couldn’t care less. Your life is already crumbling before you so why not give a few spectators a free show to it?

 “Yeah, well you know I mean it’s just so close to my work and it’s really hard to find a place with so much natural lighting for my garden.” Seriously, you slept with this guy for six years? This guy? This was the guy you were actually thinking about settling down with? Good god, you needed to see a shrink because clearly, your measly bachelor’s degree in psychology didn’t cover your own neurosis.

 “You have a succulent garden, they actually don’t do well under direct-no you know what. Fucking fine, I’ll figure something out.”

 “Great, great. Well, now that that’s settled I’m just going to see myself out. You know (y/n) I just want to say-”

 “Save whatever you’re going to say and shove it up your fucking ass Matt.” You glare at him as he gulps uncomfortably, his hand sticking out awkwardly as if to give you a consolation handshake before he finally runs his hand through his hair and walks out of the restaurant. Indignation and bitterness consume your thoughts as you chug down your wine and grab the glass he didn’t even touch before chugging that one down too. The food hasn’t even arrived yet and you know that soon you’ll be feeling the effects of the alcohol but really, right now you need to be a bit drunk to get through all of this.

 An exasperated sigh leaves you as you see someone slide into the seat where Matt just was. You slowly look up to see Yoo fucking Kihyun in all his glory having the audacity to look concerned. “The fuck do you want?”

 “Hey, woah, calm down. I just…well I saw how that whole thing played out and I was wondering if you’re okay.” You take a moment to glare at him. His hair is slightly disheveled after the long day at work, white button-up sleeves rolled up but still buttoned all the way to the top, his eyes scream ‘I pity you, you sad sack of shit.’ Of course one of those people who had to watch everything burn just had to be him. Why not also have Matt come back to tell you that your dog died too? (You didn’t actually have a dog, but somehow it would be fitting.) What more could possibly be added to this? God, when will this day end? “Ouch, listen I mean I get that you don’t want anyone to see that. I know I wouldn’t but I mean, you look like you need someone to talk to and I’m here for you. I mean it, I’m just trying to help.”

 “How much of that did I say out loud?”

 “'Of course one of those people who had to watch everything burn down just had to be me.’ That part. You know, I’m just going to take this, I think you’ve had enough.” Kihyun reaches for your glass but you guzzle back the remnants before giving him a childish smirk. “Or not…” You watch him chew on his bottom lip for a moment before he speaks again slowly as if afraid he’s speaking to a wounded territorial animal. “Do you…do you have anywhere to go? Any friends or family in town?”

 “Nope, I moved here to the city last year for Matt’s transfer.” God seriously, what were you going to do for a place. If you walked back into your apartment you’ll be wearing an orange jumpsuit for the rest of your life and buying protection from a woman named Bertha so clearly that isn’t an option right now.

 “Yeah I don’t know about that Bertha part, but I mean I don’t think murder is the solution.”

 Great you spoke out loud again unless… “Are you a mind reader? Nah…nah if you could read my mind then you would know that Hyungwon and I have entertained the notion of giving you those awful diet aka laxative teas before.”

 “I…I’m never going to drink anything you ever give me. Or Hyungwon for that matter.” You relish in the sheer horror that runs through his face. Yes, you’re petty and yes for whatever reason the office hamster is trying to be kind but really you just want to bludgeon your head on this table in peace and away from prying eyes that might report your mental instability to HR.

 “Wise choice little man. But we still have our ways.”

 “Back onto more pressing matters…so you don’t have anywhere that you can go?”

 “Does sleeping under my desk count?”

 “Of course not!”

 “Then no.”

 Kihyun looks like he’s in physical pain as he wrestles with some internal monologue that he’s unfortunately too sober to say out loud unlike you. With a weary sigh, he looks up at you. “My roommate just moved out yesterday, and I don’t have anyone else lined up. You can stay at my place until you figure something out.”

 “Why on god’s green earth would I do that? Are you trying to get me to kill myself? Is it not bad enough that I was just broken up with publicly but now you want me to live with you?”

 You watch his eye twitch before he gives a deep breath to calm down. “Do you want to be homeless?”

 “Good point. Fine, I’ll do it. Save me Kihyun! Oh, my knight in shining armor! Oh, my tiny tiny savior!”

 “Great-WAITER!”

 “What are you doing?”

 “Getting your food to go and hoping that I don’t regret my life choices more than I already do.” You tamp down on any snarky remarks and just look at him instead, the wine allowing you to do so with no shame. You hate to admit it, but Kihyun is attractive. From the small nose, tiny pout to his lips, flawless skin, meticulously groomed eyebrows. It’s a shame really, that he has to be such a complete and total stickler because otherwise maybe you’d-nope, gross that’s totally never going to happen. Ever. EVER. You watch the waiter scurry over and nod as Kihyun speaks before pulling out a check and handing it over before running back away.

 “Here.” You fish out a handful of cash and wave it when he just gives you a pointed look.

 “Listen, you’ve dealt with enough crap tonight. Just let me get the food. Besides, I’m eating whatever that asshat ordered.” Kihyun pulls out his card and places it back just as the waiter runs back over with a bag of your food. It only takes another two minutes before you’re stumbling out the door with Kihyun gripping at your elbow. Drinking two large glasses of red wine on an empty stomach was clearly not the smartest of decisions, and by the slight acidic churn you’re feeling you’re sure that you’ll regret it more than you already do soon enough. You’re grateful that Kihyun allows you to make the trip back to his apartment in silence, leading you slowly on the short trip with a steady arm. The only thing he says is that he doesn’t live very far and it’s just a short walking distance away.

 By the time you reach his apartment you’re already feeling a wee bit more sober, and now you’re not sure if that’s a good thing because it just makes the weight of everything come crashing down. You feel like a complete and total fool, and you feel like a major bitch for how you treated Kihyun for trying to be decent, but most of all you just feel like a failure. Nothing in life can ever seem to go the way that you planned. Your eyes are glued to Kihyuns feet as he pads through his apartment and starts setting down the food at his coffee table.

 Not surprisingly his apartment is immaculate. Everything seems to have its own place and you’re pretty sure that you could safely eat off the floor. Various photographs, ones that look professional more than personal, line the walls. His furniture is leather and looks lived in but still in great shape. Clearly, he has a knack for decorating by the way everything is perfectly color coordinated in the room. There are pops of navy blue floating around the living room found in pillows, throw blankets, rugs, and candles. HGTV worthy in a way that you could only dream of but never be able to fully recreate. Seem’s like the office maid is also a mini Martha Stewart.

 “Are you gonna come eat or not?” Kihyun is gesturing over to your food before he starts cutting into his steak.

 Slowly and cautiously you make your way through the room and stare down at your fettucini alfredo for a minute before twirling it around your plastic fork. “Thank you…Kihyun…” Your words come out small, wobbly, uneasy before you shove a too large forkful of noddle into your mouth and try to blink away the tears threatening to form.

 Kihyun stops chewing for a moment, and you hate that he gives you a heartwarming smile. Its a smile that says, ‘of course I’ll help you, you big pathetic buffoon, someone has to do it.’ He chews slowly, head tilted slightly as he gazes at you and while normally you would shrink away from someone staring at you so intently and obviously analyzing from you instead you just let him. You’ve been through enough tonight and exhaustion has stripped you of your defenses. “What did you ever see in that guy?”

 “I’d like to know that too. You know, I really thought that maybe he and I would get married someday? We met in college and I knew he wasn’t everything I wanted but I think I just settled anyways. And the older we got the less of a chance to find anything better than each other. It was stupid, we should have broken up a long time ago, but I was too afraid.  I don’t think I’ve been in love with him for a long time if I’m honest.” You don’t even look up at Kihyun as you speak, shoving another pile of pasta into your mouth and chewing quickly before you continue. “I’d like to lie to you and say he wasn’t always this bad, but he pretty much always has been. He never grew out of his douchey frat boy phase like I hoped he would. And then I just started getting scared you know? Who would want me? I didn’t feel good enough for more than him so I figured, fuck it I’ll make it work. But neither of us were really happy. I’m actually not even mad about the breakup, relieved really. I’m just mad about the way how he did everything.”

 “Yeah, telling you he’s taking the apartment is a supreme dick move.” You shoot a smile at Kihyun before breaking into a fit of giggles.

 “You know, you know he seriously thanked me for letting him try anal? Like that was his consolation to me. ‘Sorry I’m breaking up with you but thanks for letting me do your butt but now there’s really nothing else for us.’ Like what even?” Kihyun is roaring with laughter after he chokes down his steak.

 “Oh my god, who the fuck does that? Seriously?? Wow. You know, a woman like you can get a hundred guys better than him! No-don’t give me that look, I’m serious (y/n)! That guy will just be something you laugh at in the future. One of those ‘why did I ever think I needed to settle on that idiot’ moments. You’ll find someone else, someone better. And if you ever try to settle for a dick like him again I’ll tell you that he’s not worth your time. I can go all angry dad mode on him for you and be like ‘excuse me sir but I’m not afraid to go back to prison for my little girl.’” You know he’s trying to make you laugh again, but instead, you feel tears starting to spring to your eyes. Kihyun, the man you torment on a daily basis, is being genuinely kind and is just trying to help you get through this. He’s a better person than you, that’s for sure. Surprisingly Kihyun just lets you cry, he doesn’t try to stop you. He does occasionally pat your head and rub soothing circles on your back, but other than that he makes no mention of your clearly crumbling pride.

 He flicks on his TV and settles on pulling up Friends and after a couple of episodes and consuming nearly your weight in carbs you’re starting to feel a bit better. You’d make sure to pay Kihyun back for all of this. Quietly, of course. In a way that wouldn’t be grandiose or hurt your rapidly shrinking pride. After the third episode, Kihyun is suddenly up on his feet and silently walking around the apartment. You can hear doors opening and shutting, rustling echoing through the otherwise silent apartment before he comes back with a few things in his hand.

 “Here, you’ll need something to sleep in.” He almost looks timid, bashful you might say, as he places the clothing next to you on the couch.

 “Thank you.” The words come out just a whisper as you pick up the t-shirt and sweatpants and hold the soft material in your hands tightly. Where would you be right now had it not been for Kihyun? Some shitty motel with a cheap bottle of wine for your sole company? Maybe crying loudly at the table at the restaurant still? “Thank you.”

 Kihyun just gives a soft smile at you, scratching his head for a moment before nodding his acknowledgment. “No problem. So the bathroom is the first door on the left and your bedroom is right next to it. I’m going to go ahead and get to bed, but if you need anything just let me know. Feel free to watch whatever you want on Netflix.”

 You listen to his footsteps walk away, misty eyes still glued to the white t-shirt your clutching. “Good night Kihyun.” You’re almost certain you spoke too softly to be heard, but you hear Kihyun stop for a moment.

 “Good night (y/n). Get some rest.”

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 You wake up with the feeling of your skull trying to split itself away from your brain, the headache dulling your senses. You stared up at the white ceiling as the panic sets in until the crashing realization of why you weren’t home settled in. You’d really have to thank Kihyun, especially for the extra toothbrush and toothpaste he’d set out for you along with an entire arsenal of luxury skincare. With a groan, you rolled yourself out of bed and looked over at your phone. At least you always carried a charger in your purse, but you’d have to go back to your apartment today to start picking up everything that the idiot (you refuse to even think of his name) had packed for you. Slowly you made your way through the apartment, following the dulcet noise of what had to be Kihyun singing.

 You found him singing into the spatula like a microphone over the omelets he just placed on two separate plates. Clearly, by the sheer enthusiasm and volume, he hadn’t yet noticed you. His face was scrunched up in concentration, little dimples under his eyes showing as he finished off the song. “You have a great voice.” You watched the spatula fly out of his hand and clatter into the sink as he jumped a few feet in the air.

 “You scared the shit out of me!”

 “Okay, Jooheon.” He glared at you, mumbling something about how he wasn’t ‘that bad’ before opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle of Gatorade for you.

 “Drink this, I’m sure you’ll need it.” You stare dubiously at the drink before slowly opening it and taking a swig.

 “Why are you being so nice to me?” You slowly make your way over to the stool at the kitchen bar, hungrily looking at the cheese covered eggs before sinking into it.

 “Because I’m actually a nice person?”

 “Unlikely. Based off of all the calculations I’ve done on you in the last year that doesn’t match up.” Kihyun shoots a pointed look at you as he sits down next to you.

 “Well, your calculations were wrong. Besides, even if you don’t think I’m nice, which I am, by the way, I’m not some heartless monster who would watch a friend…albeit a bitchy one…get her heart stomped on and just leave her there to fend for herself. And don’t even pull that tiny savior shit again, it’s too early for that crap.”

 You snort but hold your tongue for a minute. “Friend huh?”

 “Yeah. I mean, sure we don’t hang out outside of work and we’re usually at each other’s throats but I mean, we’re friends, right? I mean, you never did actually give me that laxative tea so that’s gotta count for something.”

 “I can’t tell if you’re just really sweet or really naive.”

 “Probably both.” There’s a bitter note to the words, and it makes you want to force him to elaborate but you sense that it’s something he’s trying to keep covered up.

 “Yeah, but that’s not so bad. It’s better than being a bitch who was stuck in a shit relationship for six years to a complete moron out of fear. You might be sweet and naive, but I’m just bitter and tired and afraid.”

 “You know if you combine us we might make a decent dark chocolate recipe.” You can’t help but laugh, guzzling down the rest of your food in comfortable silence before picking up your plate and washing it.

 “Well, I suppose I should head out to my apartment in a bit. Do you have a copy of the key by any chance so I can just let myself in?”

 “Oh, yeah.” Kihyun grabs a key off a hook on the wall and tosses is it over to you. Unfortunately, he misses and it falls somewhere in between the fridge and the cabinet. “Fuck, I am so sorry. I need to get better aim.”

 “It’s okay, I suck at catching anyways.” You start rooting around on the floor, blindly searching for the keys before finally fishing them up. God, even the crack in between his fridge was spotless. What does he do, move the fridge to clean it once a week? Probably. Oh lord, how you pray he doesn’t make you clean that much.

 “Hey, if you want I can go with. I have a car anyway, so it’ll help make the move easier.”

 “You have a car?”

 “Yeah?”

 “You live right by the station though! Wouldn’t it be cheaper to just take the subway to work every day?”

 “Probably, but I enjoy having a car. It’s nice to be able to just go when I want to go without relying on some form of public transportation. So, what do you say? Want me to come with?”

 You fiddle with the key in your hand for a moment. “I don’t want to interrupt any plans you have.”

 “Nah, I was just planning on cleaning and shopping today so no worries about that.” You blink up at Kihyun, twirling the key around before finally nodding.

 “'Kay. Well, let me just take a shower first and then we can head out.”

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 The drive to your apartment…former apartment…has your stomach in knots. Anxiety has consumed you and twisted you into a nervous mess. You probably should have texted the idiot but fuck it, who cares if you’re ruining his plans? He can deal with your intrusion and kiss your ass if he doesn’t like it. Oh god, oh god what are you going to do?

 “Hey, calm down. It’s going to be okay.” Kihyun gives a small pat to your head and you fight off tears at the soothing touch. To think Yoo Kihyun would be of comfort to you. The world is a cruel, sad, obscure shit show of a place.

 Your hands tremble for just a second as he pulls into a parking spot in front of your apartment before your willing yourself to move. It’ll be fine, it’ll be totally fine. After all, what more could possibly go wrong? You take a deep breath as you stand in front of the door of the apartment and knock rather timidly before Kihyun just gives one sharp wrap after you. The two of you wait in silence for a minute before Kihyun’s impatience gets the better of him and he tries the door handle. “You brought your keys right?”

 “Yeah, give me a second.” You fish around the bottom of your purse through a sea of papers, loose lipglosses that fell out of your makeup bag ages ago, and a handful of pens you’ve swiped from the office before you finally find your keys. You look up to see Kihyun staring at your purse dubiously before you shrug and open up your apartment. The first thing you notice is the two sets of shoes sitting at the entrance. One of the shoes you recognize as the idiots. The second set is clearly a female’s with ridiculously small feet and a penchant for pain judging by the wafer-thin stilleto. You’re not sure what hits you first whether it’s nausea or rage but it’s clear that animosity takes a hold of you the most once you start moving again.

 You step through the apartment swiftly, the sound of the idiot and the unknown woman are drowned out by the blood rushing through your ears as you kick open the bedroom door. She’s pretty and young and she’s also the intern you’ve met at his company Christmas party last year. “Really? Really? This bitch?” Your voice comes lashing out in thick dark waves growing in decibel.

 “What the fuck? What are you doing here?” The idiot is scrambling under the bed sheets, the girl is staring at you with terrified doe eyes.

 “Picking up my shit you nit-wit!” Kihyun rounds the corner at this exact moment, a low whistle coming out as he takes in the sight.

 “You were fucking someone else?” Matt, no wait the cheating idiot (he no longer deserves a name), has the audacity to bawk at the sight of Kihyun and it’s around that time that you almost black out in rage.

 “You think you have the right to say that to me? I never fucking cheated unlike you, he’s my friend you lying sack of shit!” You throw the painfully expensive flat screen onto the floor before going through his closet and grabbing a fist full of ties that you toss into the toilet. In the midst of all your chaos, everyone is standing (well Kihyun is standing the two idiots are still laying in bed) stock still when you stand back in the center of the room panting. “Fucking help me Kihyun!”

 “Right!” Kihyun looks around the room before dashing out to the living room where you hear multiple loud crashes that sound suspiciously like the breaking of electronics and glass followed by a few manic cackles.

 “Kihyun, I meant grabbing my boxes!”

 “WHAT?” You hear his footsteps before he turns back into the room, she who will not be named and the cheating idiot are still unmoving in a state of shock as you hand Kihyun two of the boxes you found in the closet.

 “What did you do with all of my makeup?” The idiot points to a box sitting by the bathroom door that you swiftly grab before adding that he hasn’t had time to pack up any of your books. He watches nervously as the two of you make trips back and forth to the front door with more boxes until you’ve gathered just about everything. She who will not be named tries to slink into the bathroom as you grab the last box.

 “And you! You can do so much better than this cheating sack of shit! Don’t waste your time on him. And you, you complete fucking moron,” You turn on your heal to see the idiot shrinking under the blankets like a small child trying to hide from the monster in the closet “it’s not fucking normal to cum that fucking fast all the time! That’s right, for six years I fucking lied because I’m a nice fucking person but let me tell you cumming after entering is only normal for fucking virgins!” With that, you stomp out of the apartment with Kihyun chasing after you.

 The two of you organize everything in the trunk before making a drive back that’s nearly silent with the exception being Kihyun humming. Normally his humming at the office makes you want to strangle him, but for once it’s nice. There’s no pressure to discuss any of whatever it was that just transpired back there, and it’s almost soothing to listen to his voice melt with the road noise. It takes a minute to register that you’ve finally parked, both of you still sitting in the car without a word.

 “Um, Kihyun, thanks…you know for helping. Also, good work on destroying the x-box and coffee table.”

 “The coffee table was an accident. I told you, I have bad aim. You don’t think he’s going to call the cops on us, do you?”

 “Nah. He’s a lot of things, but not a narc.”

 “Oh thank god. I got all caught up in the moment, it was just so addictive!”

 “You wanted to clean everything up right after didn’t you?”

 “…yes…”

 “You need help.” You shoot a smile at Kihyun, ruffling his hair before stepping out of the car to grab your boxes. Had you stayed a moment longer you might have seen his lips twitch into a grin as his hands touched his hair.

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 The weekend was spent with you unpacking the necessities and watching Netflix with Kihyun. There’s a lot that you’ve learned about him over the two days. For one, he sings constantly. And you wouldn’t complain about it if it weren’t for the fact that it gets stuck in your head every damn time. Another thing that you’ve learned is that he cleans constantly while grumbling the entire time. He’s also a damn good cook. And you’re happy to say that unlike at work, he’s pretty chill at home. He’s not constantly bragging or boasting, and he’s a bit of a couch potato like you. He’s also kind enough to not bring up the breakup for the rest of the weekend, and when you break down randomly he just hands you random sweets and a blanket. You’re pretty sure you’ve wiped out his entire candy stash at this point.

 By the time Monday rolls back around you’re actually excited to get to work, something mundane and normal. As you settle into your cubicle with a fresh cup of coffee Minhyuk is swiftly spinning his chair over to you. “How was your weekend?”

 My entire life is falling apart. The man I thought I was going to marry not only broke up with me but he was also cheating on me. Oh and I now have to live with Yoo fucking Kihyun and I’m actually starting to think he’s not that bad of a roommate. What little bit of sanity I have is being glued together by coffee. “Boring.” There you go, a lie is so much easier to spit out. Also, you won’t be chucked in a looney bin.

“Same. Oh, but man listen to this. So Wonho and I went out to that new gay bar and we scored like 10 free drinks from this totally cool bear because Wonho took off his shirt. You should come with us the next time we go out! Oh and get this-” You glaze over, nodding randomly as Minhyuk continues to speak a million words a minute before Shownu finally comes out of his office to politely remind Minhyuk that he has three different projects he’s behind on.

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The rest of the week tends to amble on much the same way as Monday, monotonous and tedious. And you’re starting to itch with each repetitive conversation. You need something different, you need something to change. Granted, you’ve had a lot of change in the last week. But it’s opened up your eyes to something, the realization that you were just living for the sake of living. Wake up, shower, eat, brush your teeth, go to work, commute home, watch TV, go to sleep. Really what was even the point anymore? You’re beyond apathetic. Too old for this emo shit, too cynical to fall for the hippie-dippie idea of just ‘do what you love.’ Now you’re stuck somewhere in between. Rather lost and craving something, anything, to make you feel alive again. As long as that anything won’t be too expensive. Or too dangerous. Or too annoying. Or too physically exhausting. Which is exactly why when the entire team went out for drinks on Friday you decided to join for once.

You should have known that it was a terrible idea from previous horror stories Hyungwon has told you. He comes solely to watch the world burn as his coworkers all turn into drunk mutants. Everything had seemed fine until you reached the second bar of the night. At this point, Jooheon is speaking only in English and is constantly trying to find ways to rhyme orange. Wonho has lost his shirt or tore it on the dance floor, you aren’t really sure what exactly happened. Minhyuk has been dancing on a column as if it’s a pole and Hyungwon has been discretely pocketing the money that keeps being randomly thrown in Minhyuk’s general direction. Shownu has been in various competitions with strangers, all of them varying in degrees of physical difficulty including the longest headstands that promptly got you kicked out and sent to the third bar.

You’ve lost Changkyun somewhere in the madness, and you’ve been screaming for him as if he’s your lost child until you finally find him hitting on a poster (you’d like to add that the poster was of some foreign film with no people in it) with only one shoe on. Wonho is now clinging onto Kihyun as he sobs about ramen with so much strength you’re afraid Kihyun might not be getting any air. Jooheon has been playing Gucci Gang on repeat while Minhyuk has been trying to blast The Internet over it until the noises have morphed together into some unintelligible and painful to listen to concoction. Hyungwon has somehow found his way behind the bar and is now making drinks for people, none of the other bartenders have noticed that he’s infiltrated yet.

You have a raging headache and your feet are in blisters from all the running around you did to find Changkyun. You feel vaguely out of body as you begin to start screaming for everyone to stop at around the time that Minhyuk starts trying to give lap dances. (You have to admit, he was in the wrong career field. Boy could make a killing off of being a stripper.) Unfortunately, all of them are too far gone to pay attention with the exception of the also painfully sober Kihyun who looks like he’s going to stab Wonho if he doesn’t let go of him.

It just takes Kihyun mouthing ‘help me’ for you to finally make your break. “This rounds on me guys!” You slam down a couple of twenties and use the diversion to grab Kihyun and run out of the bar. Sweet, sweet freedom is obtained at last.

“Thank you! Oh my god, I thought that Wonho was going to smother me!”

“You know, a lot of gals and guys would die happily that way. So, where to now? Do you just want to go home?” You start looking around for some cabs as you speak, wandering down the street slowly now that you’re far enough away from the bar to not be caught.

“Eh, I mean, the night is still young. Besides, I was too afraid to join their league of mutiny to even drink. I know this bar right across from my place. We’re just a couple of blocks away from it right now. What do you say?”

The blisters on your feet say no. The thought of possibly convincing Kihyun to do a couple of shots has you saying, “Sure, why not?” Perhaps you could get him drunk enough to give you an arsenal of secrets to use at your disposal. Then again, you’ve both survived war this evening so by the time you’re finally sitting at the bar with a strong cranberry vodka in your hand you decide to give him a break. (You will never, ever tell Minhyuk and Hyungwon know of this momentary lapse of kindness though.)

“I’d like to lie to you and say that the guys aren’t always this way when we all go out, but…honestly, I’ve seen things get even crazier. It was really nice though to not be the only sober-”

“Kihyun?” Both of you switch your attention over to the woman staring at Kihyun. You see a flash of shock morph into a bitter rage as his jaw clenches. You’d bet your measly savings that the girl was an ex. And a bitch. But the last part is personal conjecture. You want to blame the alcohol for what you do next, but you don’t have enough liqueur in you for it to be the real cause.

“Kihyun, baby, who’s this?” You wrap your arm around Kihyun’s shoulder and give a pointed glare at the other woman.

“Baby? You’ve already moved on? It’s only been, like, three fucking weeks.”

“Well, at least I didn’t move on by cheating on you with my roommate.” Kihyun’s words are angry, and suddenly things start falling into place. That’s why he needed a roommate. That’s why he had been so good at comforting you. That’s why a few weeks ago for the first time he had been late. (Not that you pay that close of attention to him. Nope. You just so happened to notice, and you just so happened to remember.)

“Wow. Wow. You’re such a-”

“I’d step off bitch before I break this glass over your head. Come on baby, let’s go home.” You tug on Kihyun’s hand and leave the bar with her still shouting insults at the two of you. You make the trek back to the apartment in silence, and it isn’t until you actually step through the doors that you realize you’re still holding hands. “Um, sorry about that. I know I just kind of inserted myself in there, but I mean…I get how it feels. We’ve…been through basically the same thing at around the same time. And I just-”

“Thank you.” Kihyun ruffles your hair before suddenly stopping and stepping in closer to you. “I…” His words die out, choked up in his throat with emotions you can’t quite pinpoint swirling just beneath the surface.

“No worries, that’s what friends do right?” You’re not sure if you’re saying that to him or more as a reminder to yourself. He’s just a friend. Right? Right?? His face almost seems to fall for a moment, but it must have been your imagination because suddenly he’s smiling and nodding back at you. Awkward silence ensues and you’re not sure why but you feel a need to break the moment by pulling him into a tight hug and then stepping back. “You know, if you ever want to talk to me about anything, I’m here for you.”

Kihyun nods silently again and gives another small pat to the top of your head before he takes off for his room. Well, that was odd. Then again, that was probably the most normal thing you’ve witnessed all night. Note to self, never go out with the guys ever again.

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Months go by and you’ve fallen into a comfortable routine at Kihyun’s. At first, you tried looking for other places, but rent in the city is painfully expensive and well if you’re honest…living with Kihyun isn’t that bad. In fact, it’s wonderful. And much to Minhyuk and Hyungwon’s dissatisfaction, your new friendship with Kihyun has stopped you from pulling as many pranks on the office hamster. It’s not that you don’t still, it’s just that you’re not out for blood anymore.

You’ve learned a lot about Kihyun. About the type of music he listens to. About how he’s a perfectionist even when he plays games. And how his skin care routine is at an almost religious level. And how when he cleans he mutters the entire time to himself until you join in. And how he’s a dog enthusiast who melts any time there’s one nearby. But there’s still one thing you don’t know much about and for some reason, it constantly plays in the back of your head. Why did that girl cheat on him? How could she not see how good of a guy Kihyun is? And why isn’t he trying to get back out there? A catch like him doesn’t come around every dynasty.

You’ve come to understand why your relationship with the idiot failed. You know that he was horribly wrong for cheating and that he should have left and just said he wasn’t happy a long time ago. But you’ve also come to the conclusion that you hadn’t been working on your own happiness in the relationship enough. You had just at some point stopped trying at almost everything. But Kihyun? Well, he’s certainly not that type. Sure he goes between being either really hard on himself or thinking too highly of himself, but he’s got a heart of gold. He knows his worth, and he treats women like queens. (At least if his interactions with his mother over the phone are anything to go by.)

You’re pulled back out of your thoughts by Kihyun walking back into the apartment and the smell of food wafting over. “Ooh, takeout! Did you get me anything?”

“At first I was going to torture you and get something for just myself, but then I realized that my meal would be ruined by you complaining loudly the entire time. I got you some curry.”

“Awesome, thanks babe!” Both you and Kihyun freeze at the nickname. Perhaps you’ve gotten too comfortable once again. Yep, that’s all this is. An innocent mistake caused by being comfortable. Yup. Nothing to see here folks. Nothing at all. “Uhh, I’m not sure why I said that…I’m uh…”

“Nah it’s uh, it’s all good. Babe.” Kihyun cackles loudly before you see him disappear below the kitchen counter. You’ve noticed that when he’s embarrassed he just kind of…runs out of eyesight. It’s endearing, but right now you’re too mortified by your slip of the tongue to even laugh with him. Babe? Really, babe? God, you needed to get out there before you start seeing Kihyun as a possible interest. Nope, never ever going to happen. Absolutely not. It was just a mistake. It meant absolutely nothing.

Dinner goes by quietly after that, the two of you making awkward small talk while pretending to pay attention to some show in the background. By the time dinner is over you’re taking a deep breath and finally setting up a tinder account. Clearly, you need to start moving on, doing something more with your life. You deserve better than that shit show of an ex, and you also deserve some fun. Life has become too routine, and you refuse to turn into a spinster cat lady with a hamster as a roommate.

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A week later and you’re meeting up with a guy you met on tinder, praying you aren’t going to get murdered by some psycho. You’ve never used dating apps, and while you were kind of leery about the situation the conversations you’ve had with him have seemed pretty normal. Albeit boring, but you were never the best at making small talk so you’ll take some of the blame for that. He’s good-looking, you’ll give him that. But as the night wears on it becomes painfully apparent that that’s all he is. He’s good looking and he’s got a stable job, but the best way to describe his personality is monotone.

“Yes, so anyway, enough about the bank. What is it that you do again?” You take a large gulp of your wine before speaking, and you don’t miss the way he cocks his eyebrow as if to say ‘are you really going to drink like that?’

“Oh, nothing special. I’m an accountant for a salon and spa software company.”

“Does that make good money? If you’re an accountant we could actually use someone like you on our team and I’m sure it would be better pay…” Blah blah blah, your eyes glaze over as he keeps talking. What’s this guys name again? God, you can’t even remember. You forgot after six years of being with the same guy how boring dates could be. Well, to call all dates boring isn’t exactly fair. You’re sure that not every guy would be this boring, or hell, turn into some sort of weird job offer. Kihyun would be a lot more interesting. You’d probably be out doing shots and karaoke by now. Or maybe you’d go to a cooking class with him. Or you might be out at that fried chicken place he swears is heavenly. Or maybe he’d be animatedly discussing the best cleaning products with you. Okay, so that would suck, but you’re pretty sure he would never discuss that on a date. Unless it was with a maid or cleaning lady. Wait, why are you thinking about Kihyun right now? Oh…oh fuck. Fuck almighty, you like Kihyun.

You try to pay attention to the one-sided conversation, but really he’s so busy talking about himself he doesn’t even notice you zoning out. How long have you liked Kihyun? Probably longer than you care to admit. Maybe the first time you met him. Maybe that’s why you always found a way to poke fun at him. You always were shit at being honest with yourself. How pathetic though. You keep saying you’ve grown after a terrible six-year relationship, but you’re still just as pathetic at being honest with your own emotions. Blunt sure, but honest? Well…honesty requires vulnerability and courage. A potent mixture that you can barely handle. And that’s why you stayed around some dude you weren’t that interested in. But what about now? Will you be honest? Will you go for it?

You grab your phone as it buzzes, just some app unfortunately and not a getaway ticket. But your date doesn’t know that. “I’m so sorry, but it looks like my cat just went into labor and I think she really needs my support.” You pull out some cash and slap it on the table before he can respond and try your best to run out of there. You’re pretty sure he’s saying something to you as you leave, but you’re moving too quickly to hear him for long. Cat going into labor? And she needs your support? Jesus, you need to get better at lying.

By the time you’ve finally reached your apartment, you’re in near hysterical giggles. Of all the things you could have said to get away from the date, I mean that’ll go down in history as the strangest lie you’ve said. It’s at least entertaining enough to keep the sinking realization that you like Kihyun at bay. Until you finally step foot in the apartment and come face to face with him that is. He’s lounging on the couch, reading a book. His hair is still slightly damp from a shower and the scent of his body wash lingers in the air.

“Oh hey, I was going to…” Kihyun looks up and stops speaking as he analyzes you. His jaw tightens slightly before he gulps and continues speaking, “I was going to ask you to pick up some food but I wasn’t sure what you were doing.”

“Trying to flee a really awful date actually.” You fling yourself onto the chair next to him and kick up your feet on the coffee table, ignoring the look of disdain he gives you at your action.

“That bad?” You don’t miss the way his words sound a little clipped, slightly agitated.

“Bad enough that I told him my cat went into labor and then ran away.” You can’t help but join him as he starts to laugh, his annoyance melting away. It feels so nice to be home with him. It feels so normal and so right. But it kind of hurts, your heartaches and stomach drops as you gaze fondly at him. Kihyun has been such a good guy to you, and you’re pining after him. And you didn’t even notice it until you went out with some schmuck from tinder. How lame could you get?

“How bad could the date possibly have been that you went with that half-baked lie?” He wasn’t you. It’s just that simple, that’s why I gave him that half-baked lie.

“Well, …he was a banker. I think that’s enough said, right? At least he wasn’t a lawyer though. You know the weirdest part about the date though was that all he did was talk about work, and when I explained that I work in accounting he tried to offer me a job. It felt more like I was at an interview than a date. And here I thought tinder was for random flings.” You hate the way your heart flutters at the smile he sends your way as he ruffles your hair in consolation for your bad date. You hate the way that his touch feels so right, so natural. But you mostly hate the way that you can’t stop dwelling on it and how you know that you’re being a coward by not coming clean. But what exactly were you supposed to say? Hey Kihyun, being roommates isn’t enough anymore I’d like to hold your hand and tell you that you’re super cute and maybe screw your brains out? Yeah, probably not going to go down well. Both of you just got out of relationships. You work together. You live together. The last thing you need is to make things awkward.

At the same time though, you know you like him. You’re both grown adults. If things don’t work out then you’ll move on. But if you just allow these feelings to keep festering it’ll become unbearable. So you take in a deep breath and you finally say it before you can chicken out. “You know, Kihyun that isn’t actually the real reason why I left the date though. I mean, I’ve been on worse ones I could’ve stuck it out till the end but I didn’t exactly give him a fair chance. You see, I kind of already like someone.” You can’t make eye contact with him as you speak, but you can hear him shift on the couch presumably to move closer to you. It’s now or never. “Maybe I’m a complete idiot to not realize it sooner, but the entire time I was on that date I kept comparing him to you. And I kept thinking about what we would’ve done on a date, and how you wouldn’t have taken me to some pretentious French place only to talk my ear off about something as lame as work. And how you definitely would’ve called me out for saying some lame excuse. And I…”

“You like me?” You’re staring pointedly at the ground, still too afraid to look up. Your bravery can only go so far, and actually seeing his reaction might just kill what little of your fragile ego you have left in you. “You…like…me?”  There’s a pregnant pause before you suddenly see him in your line of vision, crouched down in front of you and his hands cup your cheeks gently. “You don’t know how happy that makes me. I really really like you (y/n). I mean I think I have from the moment you first sassed off to me. I actually got into a fight with my ex once because when I first started working with you I kept talking about you.”

“What? You didn’t hate me? I was a total bitch to you!” God, what kind of masochistic shit is this? You always knew he had a few screws loose, but I mean, is this his version of some kind of a sick joke? You’re pretty sure it’s not based on his expression. He’s looking at you so fondly, so happily. It’s the same face he makes when he sees dogs, pure joy.

“Well, sure. But it was funny the way how everything I did set you off. And it was awesome how you didn’t back down. I mean you never took my shit, you always threw it back at me. But it was never malicious. It was always very honest. Blunt and to the point. I think the thing I appreciate most about you is that you always say what’s on your mind. I don’t have to guess with you, you just come right out and say it. And it’s refreshing. And then when we moved in and I started to see the softer sides of you I knew I was a goner. I knew you had me wrapped around your little finger. I’ve just been hoping that maybe, somehow, you’d like me as much as I like you.” Silence fills the room, but it’s not uncomfortable. The two of you are just gazing at each other, basking in warm serenity.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Kiss me already you fool.” You love the way he laughs, it sets off butterflies in a frenzy before he finally pulls you into a soft kiss. His beauty routine clearly extends to exfoliating his lips because wow, they’re so soft. So perfect, so warm. At first, it’s feather light, but when your hands cup his face it moves into something deeper. His tongue swipes your lower lip and you taste a hint of peach as they tangle together.  His hands weave into your hair and push the two of you closer until finally, you fall in a pile of tangled limbs on the floor, both of you refuse to break the kiss as hands roam each other in a greedy frenzy before he finally pulls back slightly sheepish.

“Sorry, I got a little carried away there. I guess before I do anything else I should probably officially ask you to be my girlfriend shouldn’t I?”

“God, you’re such a dork. But I guess you’re my dork now aren’t you?” Your breath hitches slightly at the grin he gives you as he moves your hair out of your face gently. He’s so beautiful. His cute little mole, flawless skin, sharp jawline. You trace over his features silently as your brain tries to wrap around everything. He’s yours. You're his. And it just feels right. If a few months ago someone would’ve told you that you’d be hopelessly in love with the office hamster you would’ve laughed in their face. But the world works in mysterious ways, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

There’s a lot of ways that you’d describe Yoo Kihyun. An insufferable nag. Confident. Handsome. Great singer. Pretty good cook. A bit of a Napoleon complex. Ridiculously kind. A total softy. A fantastic kisser. The love of your life. Yeah, that’s Yoo Kihyun for you.

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A/N: I know the ending is kind of rushed, sorry about that. I’ve actually had this in my WIPs for a couple of months now and I just really wanted to share it. I hope that you enjoyed it! This was a lot of fun to write.

[foenixs]

Monsta X MTL be into PDA

note: PDA = Public Display of Affection, requested by anon

most

Minhyuk

Wonho

Shownu

Changkyun

Hyungwon

Kihyun

least

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Minhyuk - he's very handsy and I mean VERY. he wants to be close to you, all the time, whether it's through holding your hand, combing through your hair, sitting on your lap, he just can't not touch you. he loves when you rest your hand on his thigh, eventho it always makes him horny, but it's a reassurance that you also like to be close to him and it's not just vice versa

Wonho - clings onto your arm and never lets go again. the type to rub his face against your shoulder, smiling. he enjoys the comfort of your body's warmth, being close to you just makes him feel safe and at home, that's why he loves to hug and cuddle (no matter where you are). he also likes when you're a little possessive of him and hold his hand in public to show everyone that he belongs to you

Shownu - usually doesn't initiate PDA but also doesn't mind it. he really couldn't care less if people stare at you two in public, but he'll only go as far as you're comfortable. if you like hugging in public he'll wrap is arm around you when you go for a walk, if you aren't into PDA he'll just save it for when you're at home

Changkyun - he loves to be close to you as well, but he always feels watched when he kisses you in public or holds your hand. that's why he usually just keeps his hands in his pockets and only pulls you in for a kiss when he is sure there's noone around. might try to tease you in semi public places (under the table in a restaurant) to get you to punish him tho

Hyungwon - holds your hand but nothing more. when you try to ruffle through his hair and peck him on his cheek he pulls away and whispers that you'll get caught. even at home I can't really see him initiating much body contact and he usually waits for you to throw yourself onto him

Kihyun - no, I just can't see him doing PDA. I actually do think he'd be pretty touchy in private and always on your tail when you're at home, but in public you might feel like strangers with how distant he suddenly gets. it's not that he doesn't love touching you, trust me he does, it's just a very private and personal thing to him that noone should be allowed to see and cherish but you

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tagging: @mingiibabieee , @sub-hoshi-enthusiast , @soya-zz , @coeurbreak , @submissive-bangtan , @femdomlieeh , @subbyboyhaven

[flowesona]

picture perfect - yandere! kihyun x f! reader

a/n: i know i don’t normally post monsta x content on this blog, but i enjoyed writing this fic and wanted to share it here without the feeling of guilt that comes with posting a non-request on the joint blog! please let me know if you like it :>

warning: stalking, abuse and suicidal allusions

The strap of his camera bag weighed on his shoulder, but not nearly as heavily as it did on his conscience. Yet he had no choice but to comply - with the threat of losing his scholarship on the line, he was putty in the hands of his psychotic professor, who’d sent him on the ‘mission’ to stalk his ex-wife. 

His musings on the morality of what he was doing were cut short as he heard the front door of the house he was observing open and close. There she was. 

Kihyun raised the camera and snapped a few pictures, capturing the flush faced woman as she walked out onto the drive. A young girl was in her arms, swaddled in a warm coat as her mother opened the car and tucked her into a car seat. 

She had a child. As if she was dead-set on making Kihyun feel awful. Still, he persisted in taking the photograph from his hiding spot, hoping the camera wasn’t too loud. Luckily, the woman was too occupied with taking care of her daughter to pay attention and soon enough she was climbing into the driver’s side of the car and leaving. 

He gazed after her, still rooted to the spot even though his job was done. When he snapped out of his daze he pulled out his phone and texted his boss of sorts, who immediately asked to meet him in the red room for a ‘friendly chat’. 

“There wasn’t anyone else there, right?” Junho asked, having snatched the camera out of Kihyun’s hands the second he arrived.

“No sir, just the woman and her child.” Kihyun confirmed, shifting on his feet uncomfortably.

“I’d prefer a clearer angle next time. This feels a bit distant.” His professor commented. “I’ll give your camera back once I have these printed.”

“Wait, n-next time?” 

“Yes. You need to do this until we’re back together, understood?” Junho snapped.

“Sir, I can’t do that!” Kihyun protested, only for Junho to approach him in such an intimidating manner that he found himself backing up.

“I guess this scholarship really doesn’t matter to you, then. A shame.” The professor tutted. “And how disappointed your parents will be when they find out the reason you were kicked out of photography school was stalking a poor innocent woman.”

Kihyun felt his heart drop to his stomach as Junho gave him a seemingly friendly pat on the shoulder. 

“I’ll see you this afternoon for my lecture, correct?”

The student just nodded numbly. 

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The neighbourhood was quiet at night, only the occasional hooting of owls breaking the silence. The blackened streets only lit by a few street lamps provided a cover for Kihyun, dressed in all black with a key clutched between his fingers.

‘She’ll be asleep by 10PM, she has to work late on a thursday so she can never stay up late.’ The words of Junho lingered in his mind as he slipped the key into the keyhole and the front door creaked open. ‘Besides, she never remembers to lock the door. That’s always my responsibility.’ 

The first thing he noticed was that the house clearly needed an extra pair of hands. There were cobwebs in the corners, and the floor was littered with unorganised toys and shoes.

But that wasn’t his purpose. He was there with a mission: a sick, illegal one at that, but something he had to do nonetheless to preserve his chances of success in the future. He found his target quickly and quietly, pushing open the bedroom door cautiously to see the sleeping woman.

Kihyun could almost understand how Junho was so obsessed with her. She looked simply ethereal splayed out, fast asleep. 

He raised his camera up and snapped a picture of her from the doorway, before advancing into the room. Every step closer only made his heart race more, from dread of what could happen if he was caught but also the minor crush he was developing on the older woman.

It was just as he was getting a close up that there was a small knock at the door, just barely audible. Then, before Kihyun could even think to hide, it was pushed open to reveal a small figure silhouetted by the light from the hallway that had inexplicably turned on.

“Mommy?”

The woman in question groaned, creeping open her eyes. The figure dressed in all black standing over her was unmissable. She let out a shrill shriek, falling out of the bed and scrambling to the doorway to grab her daughter.

“Who the hell are you?” She screamed. “Get out of my house!”

“I-I-I…” Kihyun struggled to come up with an answer, his brain clouded. He’d planned an answer beforehand in case this happened - he’d simply gaslight her into thinking it was a dream - but at that moment his mind was fuzzy.

“Get out, before I call the police!” The woman screamed again.

“Please… you have to understand…” He stuttered. “Can I just explain?”

“What could you possibly have to explain?” She snarled back, holding her daughter closer to her chest.

“I’m not here of my own accord. Please, don’t call the police and I’ll explain everything. I swear on my life I would never hurt either of you.”

There was a moment of silence.

“Get talking.”

Kihyun gulped, before taking a breath in and explaining it all.

“Your ex-husband is my photography professor. He’s blackmailing me to essentially stalk you, to take photos of you for his “collection”. If I don’t do it, he says I’m going to lose my scholarship, and I can’t just let that happen. I’m really sorry for all the distress I’ve caused, but please don’t ruin my life because of it.” 

The woman sighed, but visibly relaxed. 

“Almost sounds believable.”

She put her daughter down. 

“Go to your room honey. Go back to sleep, okay?”

The young girl nodded and plodded off. 

“We should talk.”

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A half empty glass of sherry was nursed between (Y/N)’s fingers, but Kihyun’s remained untouched. 

“I’m really sorry. You shouldn’t have to suffer because of my relationship.”

“It’s not your fault. It’s all because of that power-abusing bastard.” Kihyun attempted to comfort her. They’d spent the last half hour giving a brief recounting of their lives, a mellowing experience for the both of them.

“I mean, clearly you’ve got talent, and I would hate to see that go to waste because of me.” (Y/N) sighed, taking another sip of the alcohol to soothe her woes. “I guess you can just continue doing this. He’s just way too smart to break his restraining order and get arrested.”

“Are you sure? I hate invading your privacy, especially now that I know you.” It made Kihyun’s heart ache to even think of being such a creep to the kind-hearted woman.

(Y/N) out and took one of his hands into her own. 

“You’re such a sweet guy, Kihyun. Do you have a girlfriend?”

He felt his face heat up, not quite wanting to admit how the only woman who he was remotely interested in was her.

She chuckled seeing his expression.

“Well, you’re always free to get a drink with me. Or we can have something more, if you’re interested.”

“Maybe I’ll take you up on that.”

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Minji loved Kihyun. Whenever he visited after his work for the day was done, she would be waiting by the door with a puzzle she’d picked out for them to do together. (Y/N) would always make them tea as Kihyun entertained her daughter by helping her sort out the puzzle pieces so that they could do the edges. Then they would sit together, the perfect picture of domesticity as Minji talked excitedly about nothing in particular and (Y/N) rested her head on his shoulder and slowly drifted to sleep. He’d leave the dozing (Y/N) and energetic Minji alone as he cooked them supper, often with Minji by his side asking questions about everything he was doing.

There hadn’t been one moment when he’d asked (Y/N) out, or vice versa. Things just fell into place, and there was such a warm feeling Kihyun got as a new part of the family that he almost forgot about his responsibilities. Having to take photos of (Y/N) as if she was a stranger jarred him, when he’d taken to capturing more intimate photos on his phone, saved for the mornings where he didn’t want to get out of bed. 

Kihyun knew he was falling for (Y/N), deeply. It was dangerous knowing his scholarship was on the line and one fuck up could ruin his career permenantly. 

One day, as Kihyun was helping Minji with her homework as (Y/N) was doing the laundry, the phone rang. 

“I’ll get it.” (Y/N) sighed, letting the iron rest as she reached for the landline. “Hello?”

There was a pause as Kihyun paid no mind to it, quietly pointing out where Minji had made a mistake.

“Junho?” Kihyun froze. Surely he wasn’t going to make a move, surely he wasn’t going to win over (Y/N).

“I’m busy actually, so if you could leave me be-”

Minji smacked the arm of the out-of-focus Kihyun.

“Kihyun, what does this word mean?” She whined loudly, giving him her biggest puppy dog eyes to try and draw him back.

It stayed silent as Junho spoke to (Y/N) down the phone.

“No, you must be hearing things. She’s just reading to herself.” (Y/N) stuttered, and it was like someone had poured a bucket of ice down Kihyun’s back.

“Don’t talk to me like that.” She finally snapped back. “Go to hell, and stay away from my family.” 

(Y/N) slammed the phone down and let out a huge sigh, her breathing having quickened. Kihyun quickly abandoned the english homework and took the shaking mother into his arms, letting her sob into his chest. 

“He knows, he knows. This is a nightmare, he’s going to ruin your career, he’s going to-” 

“Shhhh.” Kihyun held her just a bit tighter, feeling the same fear dwelling in his stomach but quashing it so that he could be strong for her.

“I’m so sorry, I should have never initiated anything between us.” (Y/N) continued to cry, but Kihyun shook his head.

“I wouldn’t exchange you for anything, not even my career.” He smiled. “I’ll sort this all out, don’t you worry.”

The young man saw over (Y/N)’s shoulder the crestfallen face of Minji staring at the couple, and he removed one of his hands from his partner’s back to beckon the young girl, who squealed in delight as she attached herself to his legs.

“No one will take this away from us. I swear”

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Processing photos was a relaxing process. Whilst his professor preferred to use digital cameras, Kihyun liked watching the developing film, the quiet that enveloped the room save for the buzz of the LED lights. 

His peace was interrupted with the arrival of Junho, who dropped his bag rather loudly on the floor.

“Yoo Kihyun. I trust you’ve been keeping up with your work?” His voice possessed such animosity it made the student shiver.

“I’m sorry sir, I was busy yesterday. I wasn’t able to take any pictures of your wife for you.” 

“But you visited her, no?”

 Silence spread throughout the darkroom.

“I didn’t. I’m very sorry, I hope you can forgive me.” 

Junho let out a deep, irritated sigh.

“That’s a shame. But also, I know you’re lying to me Kihyun, and I want the truth.” He snarled, grabbing the student’s wrist in his iron grip. “Why did I hear my daughter say your name yesterday?”

“You must have misheard her.” Kihyun replied smoothly, his heart racing nonetheless.

“I wasn’t born yesterday.” His superior snapped back, twisting the young man’s wrist until he cried out in pain. “You think you’re so smart, you think you’ve got the world in your hands. But just you wait. First, I’m making sure you lose your scholarship for severe misconduct. Then, I’ll phone all the contacts I have and make sure you can never get into another school like this, no matter where you go, Finally, I’m going to make sure (Y/N) doesn’t even remember your name, so that you have nothing left after your useless escapade.” 

“Fuck you.” The student hissed, tears brimming in his eyes. He couldn’t let this happen, let himself lose everything he worked for and (Y/N). He finally snatched his wrist away. “I’ll kill you before anything of that happens, you rotten bastard.”

“What will that achieve? You’ll still lose your career, your life, and (Y/N) and Minji will hate you for the rest of their lives.”

No, that wasn’t true. Kihyun had been woken up too many times by (Y/N) crying out in her sleep, wrecked with the emotional damage Junho had done to her. He’d always go and make her a cup of camomile tea, and rub her back when she cried to him about how she wished that she’d never met Junho. She’d be much better off if he was dead.

His swiss army knife was in his pocket. Maybe he could end all their troubles here.

“Now get out of my site, rat. No point doing any more work when you’re going to be kicked out by the end of the day, right?” Junho’s triumphant smirk only served to piss off Kihyun even more.

He found the knife in his pocket, flicking the blade out and letting it rest in his hand.

It was when Junho gave him a shove towards the door that he snapped and pulled it out, brandishing it in front of his face.

“Nice tool you have there, little rat. What are you going to do with it? You haven’t got the guts.” It was to Junho's surprise that he found himself pinned down to the floor, Kihyun’s weight on his chest keeping him from moving as the blade was dragged up his wrists. One of the student’s hands was clasped over the professor’s mouth to keep him from screaming out as he finished his work. The light was leaving the villain’s eyes, and it was sickeningly satisfying to see as Kihyun cleaned off the knife before leaving it in the dying man’s hands. Even if his victim tossed the blade away, it would still have the prints and Kihyun would be cleared nonetheless. He cleaned off his hands, shrugged on his jacket and left the bastard in a pool of his own blood.

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It was just after three o’clock, with Kihyun having spent the afternoon in the library studying his theory textbooks, that he got a text from (Y/N).

‘Can you pick up Minji from school as soon as possible please? I can’t leave the house right, I’ll explain it later.’

His heart thudded. He was more than ready to do it for (Y/N), to be the rock of stability in her life. If she ever needed him, he would be there.

Minji was chipper as always, not questioning why she’d been asked to leave classes early although Kihyun did have some difficulty proving to the receptionist that he had permission to pick her up despite not being her father.

She chattered to Kihyun all throughout the journey home, practically bouncing in the seat even after he gently scolded her for distracting him. He could never be mad at her, she was too cute. 

Minji was ready to jump into her mother’s arms the second the front door opened, but the sight of (Y/N)’s reddened eyes as she pulled the two inside before quickly shutting it behind them was enough to concern her. 

And as soon as the three were hidden from the eyes of the public, (Y/N) broke down into tears. 

“M-m-minji… your daddy…” She choked out. “He’s…”

Kihyun rushed to comfort her, letting her sob into his chest.

“We’ll explain to you later, Minji. Do you want to go to your room and play with your dolls?”

The little girl bit her lip, trusting Kihyun but also concerned about the state of her mother. He gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder with his spare hand, and it was enough to sway her and run off. 

“Honey, we need to sit down.” Kihyun muttered, gently leading her over to the armchair. The mother sniffed and detached herself from him, wiping at her eyes.

“It’s Junho. I got a call from the police. They found him dead, and they think he killed himself.” Kihyun couldn’t care less, but seeing the state (Y/N) was in he knew it was best to fake sympathy and coo apologies.

“It’s all my fault, I told him to go to hell, I told him I hate him. It’s all my fault, I killed him!” She wasn’t exactly wrong, she had been the cause of his death, but Kihyun didn’t want that weight on her shoulders.

“No, it’s not. You’re not to blame for whatever he did.” He whispered. 

“I shouldn't have ever fought him. If I’d been a bit more tolerant, he w-w-wouldn’t be dead!” A new wave of tears dripped down (Y/N)’s cheeks.

“Don’t blame yourself, you did the right thing.” Kihyun repeated, like a mantra. (Y/N) just shook her head at the response. 

“Please, Kihyun. I love you, but this should have never happened.” There was a pit in Kihyun’s stomach as the love of his life spoke. “I think… I think we need some time apart. This doesn’t feel right.”

No. This couldn’t be happening. 

Surely Junho hadn’t been right. Surely (Y/N) didn’t hate him?

“We’re meant to be together, (Y/N). I’m here for you, no matter what. I’d do anything for your love.” He clasped her hands in his. 

“I know. I just can’t do this, the guilt would eat me alive.” She continued, her eyes still watery. “What would I look like, Minji’s father dying and me staying with my new man without a care in the world?!” 

“He was a rotten bastard!” Kihyun raised his voice, standing up. “Why should you care if he’s dead? He hurt you, he deserved everything he got!”

(Y/N) was stunned.

“How could you be so heartless? I never wanted him dead!” She snapped.

“And what if I did?” Kihyun replied heatedly. “He had it coming!”

There was silence, although Kihyun’s blood was boiling so hot he was surprised there wasn’t steam coming out of his ears.

“Dear lord, Kihyun. What did you do?” (Y/N)’s voice was barely a whisper, but he heard her loud and clear.

“Nothing he didn’t deserve.” Kihyun said simply.

“Get out of my house right now.” 

He didn’t move.

“I’m calling the police.”

Her empty threats meant nothing to the lovesick man.

“I’d do anything for you.” He affirmed. “Don’t test that.”

(Y/N) was shaking. She was out of the grasp of one obsessed man, only to fall into the arms of one much worse.

He sat down next to her again, taking her hands into his own.

“No one could ever take me away from you. I swear.”

[mx7writingsandedits]

Late night call

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Any Monsta X Member X Reader

Warnings: Use of vibrator, Daddy kink

Authors notes: ok so this was written in a way so you guys can think of any of the Monsta X members. Doenst matter who your bias is. 

@hardhours-mx @kihyunskitten98 as promised, its for you. i hope this puts a smile on your face love. 

It was 2:36 am and you had already gone to bed. Tomorrow you had many things to do, go to school, work, visit your parents, and other errands. You needed all the sleep you could get. Just as you were finally dreaming your phone started to buzz:

Hey baby girl. Are you awake?

I was thinking about you.

I couldn't sleep so I wanted to know if maybe we could have phone sex?

You got up upset thinking it was one of your sibling messing with you.

“I swear this better not be one of those stupid group chats.” you said annoyed.

As soon as you saw who it was, you sat up right away. It was almost 3 in the morning and you knew that tomorrow was going to be a hard day. Should you really risk losing sleep just to answer him? Or pretend you saw nothing and go back to sleep?

“Phone sex? What?” you were a bit nervous and didn't know exactly how to answer.

Baby girl?

I know you read the message.

Please? I really need it….

You had completely forgotten that others could tell when you have read their messages.

I promise it will be worth your while.

“Shit” you sighed.

Oh hey, yeah i just woke up. Umm phone sex? I have never done anything like that. I wouldn't even know where to start or how to keep going.

You thought maybe that reply would convince him not to ask for it again.

Don't worry baby girl. I can teach you. I'll do most of the work. All you have to do is listen to me and answer when i ask you.

Now, do you have a vibrator?

“A what?” oh god, you were too embarrassed to answer that.

I know you have one. Most girls I've come across do.

How did he know? Wait most girls? How many has he been with? I only met him 2 weeks ago at a bar. And in those 2 weeks we've done so many things that i would've never even tried. I guess it wouldn't hurt to have phone sex.

Ok. let's do it.

You got up from your bed and went to go grab the vibrator from your dresser. You hurried back to your bed and grabbed your phone. As soon as you did that it rang. Your heart was racing. You were nervous. Like this was your first time. Well technically it was.

“Hello?”

“Hey baby girl. Miss me?” said the other voice on the line. He sounded so good. Even though you had spoken to him many times before over the phone, it had never been for something like this. You were instantly turned on. That baby girl part giving you chills.

“Yes, of course i miss you.”

“What do you miss about me?”

You paused for a bit to choose your words correctly.

“Well i guess i miss the way you touch me.”

“Uh huh-How do I touch you?”

“Well when you are kissing me and touch the sides of my face and then slowly start to make your way down to my lower back--” at this point you could start to feel your core tightening up. It was the first time you've had phone sex but for some reason you were enjoying it more than what you thought.

“Are you enjoying yourself baby girl?” something about the way he says baby girl makes you more turned on.

“Yes”

“Yes? No, i want you to call me daddy. Got it baby girl” his tone changed for a quick second. He became dominant.

“Yes daddy.”

“That's more like it. Now do you have your vibrator ready?”

“Yes daddy.”

“I want you to take it and put it on your clit. Then slowly start moving it around.”

You started to do as he said. Slowly moving it around your clit. It felt so good. Small moans started to escape your mouth.

“You sound like you are having a good time.”

“Yes daddy” you said between moans.

“Mmm, now i want you to take the vibrator and put it inside of you. I want you to pretend its me fucking you. My dick going in and out.”

You did exactly as you were told. It felt so fucking good. Never in a million years did you think phone sex would be this great. Maybe it wasn't, maybe it was just him makin it feel good because of how he was talking to you and the combination of knowing this is something that that you normally wouldn't do. He could hear your breathing get faster and your moans get louder.

“Are you going to cum for daddy?”

You barely managed to get a whimper.

“I can't hear you baby girl. Are you going to cum for daddy?”

You responded a bit louder this time, “Yes daddy.”

��I want you to cum for me. I want to hear you cum for me.”

Your hand started to move faster, the vibrator penetrating you harder. It almost felt like he was fucking you hard. Your core starting to tighten up once again and your pussy got really wet.

“Fuck”  you said under your breath.

His breathing started to get heavier as well. Little moans could be heard every so often. He was as turned on as you were.

“Shit baby girl, I wish you were here with me.”

“Me too daddy.”

“Daddy, i'm about to cum. I cant hold it anymore.”

“Let daddy hear you cum.”

You let out a loud moan followed by a “fuck”. You rode out your orgasm for a bit.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked while trying to catch his breath.

“I did. Thanks.”

You turned around to look at the clock. It was already 3:48 am. Shit. you had to be up at 6 am. Truth be told, the phone sex was as good as the real thing. Even if it had been your first time and there was a slight chance of getting caught by your roommate.

“So can I see you tomorrow y/n?”

“Well I actually have a lot of stuff to do tomorrow.” you said a bit shy.

“I'll pick you up at 11 pm.” he didn't seem to give up. Because of him, you had had been doing stuff that you normally wouldn't do. And honestly this rush of adrenaline turned you on do much.

“umm yes.”

“I'm sorry, yes what?” he said with a firm tone.

“Yes daddy.” you replied sheepishly.

“That's better baby girl. Get some rest. I'll call you tomorrow.”

“Good night daddy.” you ended the call and got up from your bed to clean yourself up. As soon as you laid down, you fell asleep. That little session had tired you out. But you were relaxed and happy. You couldn't wait to do more risky stuff with him.

[monsta-x-jagi]

Legal Affairs - Chapter 7

Synopsis: You and Wonho’s dinner date gets crashed

Word count: 2.9k

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You didn’t give Hoseok your bag as you two made your way out of the building to your car in silence. He watched in concern as you rubbed your shoulder before you sat down to drive. Maybe he should’ve offered to drive you two in one of the company cars.

As you drove, Hoseok pulled out his phone to Google some restaurants in the area that might appeal to you.

“Do you want to have dinner tonight? Like a celebratory dinner?” Hoseok asked as you eased onto the main road.

“Sure, I’m free, but what are we celebrating?” You asked nonchalantly even though a part of you was secretly hoping it would be something similar to what happened a few nights ago.

“The case?” Hoseok asked not looking up from his phone. He already had around eight tabs open for possible restaurants.

“The case won’t be over until the courts formally inform us you’re no longer a person of interest. The investigation is still technically ongoing.” You looked over at him when you stopped at a traffic light. 

Hoseok turned to meet your gaze and you suddenly found it hard to look him in the eye. “Alright, but let’s go somewhere nice.”

You chewed your lip. Could your bank account handle that? “Will this be like a business dinner? Did you have something you wanted to discuss with me?” 

“Well yes, I just want us to have dinner together, we can talk business whenever.”

“So a friendly dinner then?” You asked to clarify. 

“Sure, friendly,” Hoseok said, giving a thin lipped smile. 

You sighed dejectedly. “Well then, I can’t go somewhere nice because I’ve sort of used up my going out budget for this week.”

Hoseok scoffed. “I asked you to have dinner with me, not pay for my dinner.”

“Hoseok, I don’t even know if I will be able to pay for my own meal if we go somewhere nice. Plus, wouldn’t we need a reservation and stuff?” You said, a little frustratedly.

While you focused on the road again, Hoseok’s eyes roamed over your features that were set in a serious look of focus. “Y/n, just let me take you out to dinner. Anywhere you want.” His voice was quieter this time, almost on par with the aircon, like he was pleading.

You were quiet for a moment. You desperately wanted to say yes to Hoseok, but encouraging his affections? And letting him foot the bill for an expensive dinner? You decided to compromise. “Hoseok,” you began slowly, “how about we go somewhere nice but not expensive? Like maybe a nice pizza joint?”

You glanced quickly at Hoseok to see he didn’t look as offended as you worried he would be. Instead, he had a soft smile on his face. “Sure, if pizza is what you want.”

Jia signed the NDA without so much as a glance at its contents, though this didn’t frighten you because you knew she’d signed multiple NDAs for various lawyers. Obviously, she made her trademark quips.

“You should get her something nice tonight,” Jia said to Hoseok while you put the NDA papers back in your bag.

“Would you believe me if I said I offered to take her out to dinner but she refused?” Hoseok laughed. He got along well with Jia.

“Well you should do something nice because she had a very difficult day, didn’t you y/n?” Jia cooed at you.

“Believe me, I would love to, if only she’d let me,” Hoseok replied to Jia while looking pointedly at you. 

“Guys, I am right here.” You looked between them. 

Jia affectionately patted your arm and kept talking to Hoseok. “Between you and me, she spent two-point-sev...” 

“Jia, shut up. Hoseok, let’s go to dinner,” you said and turned towards the door. 

“And that is how it’s done,” Jia laughed. In your desperation to get away from her teasing, you hurried along to dinner, which just so happened to be with Hoseok. 

Hoseok also seemed to notice this and smirked as he followed you out. 

The restaurant was quiet when you two arrived. You picked a closed off booth to sit in, hoping Hoseok would appreciate the small bit of privacy it gave. He passed the menu on the table to you first. “Take your pick.” 

Before ordering, you pulled out your phone to check how much money you’d be allowed to spend before your bank thought your previous spending was fraudulent. “Just gotta check my account....” you trailed off as you unlocked your phone.

Hoseok reached across the table and plucked your phone out of your hands.

“HEY!” you cried out a little too loudly, earning a look from the few workers milling about. “Mr Shin, return my phone, please,” you said quieter this time. 

“Don’t worry about the money, it’s my treat, remember?” he said with a grin. He kept your phone in his hand.

After some flicks of the menu, you picked a pizza. Hoseok noticed it was the cheapest pizza available, but didn’t comment.

“I’ll place the order with mine then.” He took the menu from you and walked to the counter. As he walked, he quickly flicked through the menu and found a couple set with desserts, drinks and other sides. Talking to the young boy at the register, he pointed out your pizza and said, “I’d like the couple set please, together with this pizza.” 

The dinner cost just a fraction of the ₩3 million you spent, so he made a mental note of how much more he owed you, and returned to the table. 

Taking a seat again in front of you, Hoseok returned your phone to you and asked, “So, what do you do with your free time?” 

You pocketed your phone away and thought for a minute. “I usually just watch movies with my family, but this week I have just been watching CCTV footage.” 

Hoseok chuckled. “Looks like you have me to blame for that. At least tell me the lead actor in the CCTV was hot.” 

“Unfortunately I can’t.” Hoseok’s smile faltered for a second when you said that, but you continued. “Too many people to have a main character.” 

“Well what did you end up seeing of me then?” Hoseok said with a glint in his eyes.

“Not much… at least, not enough to make a ruling beyond reasonable doubt?” you offered, and you were pleasantly surprised when Hoseok chortled at your lawyer joke.

“You really do love your job huh?"

You laughed along with him for a bit before returning the question. “What do you do in your spare time then?” When Hoseok opened his mouth to speak, you held up a finger to tell him to pause. “Don’t say working out or eating ramen because I already know.” 

Hoseok raised his eyebrows at you. “And how did you know that I wonder?"

You gestured vaguely to his body. “It’s obvious?"

Hoseok leaned forward on his elbows. He had a sly smile on his face. “Use your words, y/n, you’re a lawyer. What about my body gave it away?"

You leaned forward and matched his energy. “I knew it the moment I saw you at Useungja.” 

��And what did you see?” 

“You know to play to your strengths, pun intended. Like today, there’s only so much that a tank top can hide.” If you were being honest, Hoseok could probably wear an astronaut suit and still be handsome, but you weren’t ready to be that honest yet.

Hoseok leaned back on to his seat and folded his arms. He was secretly delighted when he saw your eyes flick to his biceps. “So you’ve been wondering what the rest of my body looks like this whole day?”

You hoped your face didn’t look flustered. “Of course not. I am a professional. And this case is important,” you replied, even though you felt your face growing hotter. 

Hoseok was a little disappointed by your reply. How could you sit there not knowing the way you had touched every part of him some nights earlier? Not to mention you sleeping wrapped up in his arms before that as well. 

He decided to try a different tactic. “Tell me about the new footage you’ve been watching.” 

You were more than happy to answer, and felt the hotness in your cheeks dissipate. “I pulled footage of the party and the stairwell. I want to find the same person I followed from the green rooms to the stairwell. It would be nice if I could identify the voices I heard.” 

Hoseok thought for a second, figuring out what to ask about your work. “What will you do if you do identify them?”

“Hand them to the prosecutor on a silver platter probably. Offering a whole other suspect with means and motive is very likely to remove you as a person of interest,” you explained.

Hoseok nodded. “I’m still curious though, how did you end up at the green rooms?” 

“Uhhhhhh,” you wavered. You looked down at your lap, sighed and hoped you could evade the question. “I followed somebody there.” 

“Your mystery voice?” Hoseok asked, even though he knew EXACTLY who you followed. 

“Yeah, pretty much. I thought it was odd that a daytime staff member was there instead of a security guard, so I thought I’d go take a look.” You were glad Hoseok basically answered his own question.  

Hoseok couldn’t remember seeing any staff member any time during the party except for when you two were interrupted in the green room. And though he hadn’t considered it before, you had a point in thinking the person was odd. 

“Do you want me and the boys to take a look at the footage, and see if we can figure out who she is?” Hoseok offered. It was a brilliant idea. While waiting for you to respond, he added, “You can work out of our dorms and use the TV screen there to blow up the footage.” 

So you agreed. “Sure. Let’s do it.” 

You two ate silently when the food arrived, gazing around the restaurant. Hoseok noticed your eyes catch sight of something near the checkouts so he turned around to take a look. Hoseok saw the CEO of Useungja, who waved after sensing your gaze, and started walking towards your table. 

“Y/n-ah, I didn’t know you’d be here,” he said as he reached out to squeeze one of your shoulders. 

“Oh lord, your hands are cold. I can feel it through my clothes,” you shook your head like you were annoyed but then smiled up at the CEO. “How was that last meeting?"

“Finished early actually. By the way, is this new?” The CEO asked as he plucked a piece of hair off your clothes. Hoseok’s lip twitched as he watched the interaction. Bosses usually didn’t pay that sort of attention to their rookies’ clothing. 

“Like a few weeks? Technically you paid for it when you gave me my first paycheque.” Hoseok grew even more confused. Rookies could never make those kinds of bold statements.

The CEO then turned to Hoseok. “Are you satisfied with y/n's work?” 

“Oh my god...” you groaned, while Hoseok formulated his answer.

Hoseok rolled his shoulders back and sat up straight. “She’s probably the best lawyer I have ever had.” 

“Well that’s always good to hear,” the CEO said. 

The CEO then turned his body more fully towards you, making it clear he wanted a semi-private conversation with you. He leaned in towards you, and Hoseok started to feel suspicious about this man. Was there a reason the man was so physically close with an intern?

“What’s wrong?” you asked the CEO, not minding his closeness. 

“Are you coming home tonight or staying with him?” the CEO asked, so bluntly that Hoseok almost choked on his drink. How did your boss know where you spent the night?

You had the same question. “What makes you think I stayed at Hoseok’s place exactly?” Hoseok realised he wanted to know this too. 

The CEO smiled knowingly and looked between you two. Hoseok felt vulnerable under the CEO’s gaze, but you seemed calm when the man spoke. “You came home in yesterday’s clothes and immediately showered.” 

“I didn’t realise you saw me come home,” you said, more to yourself than anyone else. “But that still doesn't explain why you think it was specifically Hoseok.” 

Hoseok had the additional question of why your CEO kept track of what you wore in and out of your house, but he didn’t say anything.

“If it was a friend’s place, you would’ve showered, eaten, borrowed some clothes and gone to work from there. But that day, you only had your work outfit, so you didn’t have a date or go clubbing, and since I knew you were meeting with Hoseok that day, I put it all together.” The CEO wasn’t smug when he gave his explanation, but Hoseok could sense the man was proud of how well he knew your quirks.

You knew you were caught but you wouldn’t admit it. “Well, I met more people than just Hoseok so maybe reconsider that theory?” 

The CEO laughed and agreed. He was quiet for a second before changing the topic. “Now, y/n, what I actually walked over here for was not to interrupt your dinner date, but to ask what pizza your aunt liked. I forgot.” 

“Just ask the staff for the spiciest one they have,” you replied. 

“Alright, I’ll maybe see you at home then, okay?” The CEO squeezed your shoulder one more time and left.

You knew Hoseok was confused about your uncle, but he might be too polite to ask. 

“That was my uncle by the way,” you said breaking the silence. 

Hoseok looked up, confused. 

“Useungja’s CEO is my uncle. And I live at his house. That’s why he knew all those things about me.”

Hoseok blinked as he registered what you even saying. “Oh right… that does make more sense. It’d be pretty weird if your boss knew those things about you.”

You chuckled. “Except in my case, my boss really does know. It’s also why he knew to call your manager last night.” 

“Why didn’t you say anything earlier? Your uncle obviously cares a lot about you,” Hoseok said. 

You sighed deeply. “I didn’t want people to think I only got the job because I knew him. I applied to his firm like a normal candidate, I didn’t even tell him I was applying, but nobody is going to consider that.”

“Lots of people get jobs because they know someone though. Plus, people will always have opinions no matter what you do.” Hoseok offered. His words were comforting, so you smiled.

Once you both finished eating, you two walked to your car silently. As you were placing your bag inside, you heard a very melodic voice behind you. “Seokie? is that you??"

You turned around to find a beautiful blonde woman talking to Hoseok. She didn’t seem like an idol, and was dressed like she had just got off work.

“Oh, Yoona?” Hoseok said. “Yeah, hi, it’s me.” 

“Well fancy seeing you out here, how long has it been?"

“Uh yeah, a few months,” Hoseok said rubbing the back of his neck. Wait was this an ex?

“And how’s Minhyuk?” the woman asked as her voice took on a more serious and concerned tone.

Hoseok’s tone also changed, but to something much harsher. “Leave him alone, Yoona. You caused enough trouble.” 

Trouble? Was this Minhyuk’s ex then?

“C’mon, I was just working on a story. I didn’t want to hurt him or anything. Actually, I’ll be at your next M Countdown performance."

“Well, Minhyuk doesn’t want to see you.” Hoseok said through gritted teeth.

“I’ll make to up to you guys with some good coverage. How about an exclusive or something?”

“We don’t need it. Now please leave, I am busy,” Hoseok opened the door to your car. Not realising you had stood there listening, you did the same. 

“Wait, Seokie you didn’t tell me you were seeing someone. Hi there, I am Yoona,” the woman leaned down and called to you from outside the car. 

“Hello Yoona,” you said curtly. 

“Well girlie, do share how you and Hoseok met,” Yoona seemed like someone that loved gossip, and you didn’t need to feed rumours.

“Yoona, now is not the time for this,” Hoseok said. 

“Shh, Hoseok, it’s not like I will reveal my sources or anything,” Yoona giggled. 

Sources? “Wait, Yoona, are you a journalist?” You asked. 

She seemed surprised by your question. “Close. I write in entertainment columns for several magazines.” 

“What kinds of things do you write? Do you cover Monsta X regularly?”

“I cover anything idol related. Wins, scandals, rumours, you name it,” Yoona replied. “But don’t worry, I won’t print anything about you two.” 

You eyed Yoona coolly. “I should hope not. You wouldn’t want to write something false.”

“Of course not, it’s a journalist’s duty to be truthful,” Yoona said, dramatically placing a hand on her chest. 

“Correct,” you continued with a smug look. “Because as Hoseok’s attorney, if you cause trouble by printing false rumours, I will be calling you to court for libel.” 

Yoona’s jaw dropped open at that statement. “Uh yeah of course yeah,” she stuttered out.

“Well we should get going now, so get home safe, Yoona” you said, and closed your car door.

[missfandom24]

[6:55] you hum Monsta X’s hero while walking home not noticing the seven males behind you, in your hand was an art folder from school.

glancing back you do a double take before, smiling shyly and waving at the band and continuing your way home.

“she’s so cute,” whispered wonho to minhyuk with a smile placed upon his lips as the members nod along with him.

[kpopisthereasonihavenolife]

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Monsta X

Yoo Kihyun/Reader [F]

Genre: Halloween Prompt!, Drabble, Immortal AU

Words: 1,061

Prompts: “You look the same as you did 600 years ago.”  “Thanks. I have a great skincare routine.”

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“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Kihyun looked up from his wallet he was currently about to pull his credit card out of when he heard the voice of the woman behind the counter of the local coffee shop he just entered.  He just moved to this small, no where town, just to get out of the big bustling city for a change of scenery. 

When his gaze made it up to make eye contact with the person who he was about to tell his order to, he rolled his eyes and smirked as he slammed his wallet shut and shifted his weight to one of his feet.  He tilted his head back as he looked at you with raised brows. 

“Well, who do we have here?  It’s been a long time Y/N~”  He cooed, mockingly at you.  You rolled your eyes as you turned and looked over your shoulder to a coworker.  Some new warlock trainee that just started.  If there was anytime for him to start on register, you executively decided it was now. 

You called him over and roughly grabbed his shoulders and pushed him in front of the register and Kihyun.  You tapped the counter as you encouraged him. 

“Take this gentlemen’s order and practice with the cash for a while.  You remember how, right?” The trainee nodded as you walked off.  Kihyun leaned on the counter and watched your back as you walked off to grab a rag and bust tables.  3 minutes later Kihyun was handed his bitter beverage over the counter with his receipt and he came and sat at the table you had just finished wiping down. 

He cross his legs and when you went to walk away without even acknowledging him, he quickly uncrossed them and stuck them out into your walkway, stopping you from proceeding. You looked and glared at him as he smiled and nodded for you to take a seat. You were about to decline when your supervisor shouted that you could take your break now.  As well as sending a wink towards you at Kihyun who obviously wanted your attention. 

You sighed as you begrudgingly took a seat across from him, Kihyun returning his legs to their normal, crossed glory.  

Kihyun and you had met many years ago, centuries if you want to be blunt.  You were both born into a families of immortal beings.  It was a pain, living for so long without the thought of death looming in the back of your mind. You had gone to school together, and since your families were friendly with each other, you two were forced to grow up side by side.  

You weren’t fond of him, at first because of his snobby attitude.  For such a chubby child he was, his ego was still always through the roof and as he grew up and slimmed out and matured, his ego just skyrocketed with no intent to stop. His cocky, sinful attitude wasn’t settling, but more than that it was his looks. 

He flaunted around his good looks and silk voice like he was cross-bread with a siren, and it wasn’t fair.  He had his long life made out for him, as for you, you still have to work to live comfortably.  True you couldn’t die, but starving hurt like hell. 

“Why the mean look?”  He looked at you with a smirk.  You glared at him more as you sunk deeper into your sink. 

“Why do you care?  Still living easy?” 

“I’m glad you asked.  It’s been what- how long now?” You analyzed him.  He hadn’t changed a single bit since you last saw him.  Expect his hair color, that was all.  His build was still slim, but you could tell he still worked out to some degree.  

“You look the same as you did 600 years ago.”

“Thanks.  I have a great skincare routine.”

“I wasn’t complimenting you.  I was stating a fact.  Proving that you don’t have to work to get by.”  He chuckled as he leaned his elbows on the table and tapped the glossy, table top with his fingers in a repetitive rhythm. 

“Hmm, so is this your way of saying I can’t work?”  You crossed your arms and ticked a brow. 

“You tell me, aren’t you some genius or something?”  He smirked more as he shook his head.  He continued to pick fun at you until you were called back to work and you left him with a sigh.  When you looked back towards where he was, all you saw was his backside leaving the coffee shop.  

With him moving into town, you were sure to see more of him.  

3 days later, you wanted to bash your head against the counter top.  There, behind the counter with a black apron around his waist and talking to your supervisor, was Kihyun himself.  Hair pushed back out of his eyes as he smiled and chatted your boss up.  

You let yourself behind the counter and Kihyun perked up when he saw you, catching your hand before you completely brushed him off.  He tugged you next to him as he smiled to your boss. 

“Can Y/N train me?  She’s known me since we were children.” He smiled and with his sweet voice completely won over your boss and you were his trainer from that point on.  

He was surprising a decent worker.  His charisma and charm lead to more customers and less complaints.  He was a quick learner, always had been honestly, and fit the role of some sort of handsome barista to a tee.  The day started to roll to an end with shop closing up and you lifting chairs onto tables Kihyun had wiped down already.  

Untying your apron you huffed at another days work finished as you were caught by the hand again.  Just like this morning, Kiihyun grabbed you and with a smirk, brought your hand up to kiss the worn skin of your knuckles. He then dropped your hand and hoped back into the backroom to grab his things with a cheerful attitude. 

He was out to get you, and part of you was excited to see what kind of Christmas bonus you’ll get with all the ladies Kihyun will bring it. Or maybe not. You thought that maybe this was all to prove you wrong about working for a living. 

[latinasquentankpop]

I Can Be Your Hero

ch. 5 mission 

previous / next

Reader x Changkyun

A/N: Sorry this chapter is short, we promise the next chapter will be longer! 

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Christmas Lights

Summary: Next year let them put up the Christmas lights.

Kihyun X Reader

Not Requested

Prompt: 26. “Ho! Ho! Help me!”

Let me tell you when you get a house, and decide to decorate for Christmas don't do the roof. I'm saying this from personal experience.

So my husband, Kihyun, believed the two of us could decorate the roof and make it all pretty. Have all the people in the block be astounded by our decorating abilities. Why I agreed to be the one on the roof, I have no clue. Maybe because of that stupid pout he gave me, begging me to do it.

He gives me the lights, and I take to the ladder, climb up onto the roof, successfully. He smiled at me and encouraged me to clip it on the overhang that was the easy part. The hard part was walking across the roof going back and forth clipping it on one side and the other, I established a rhythm. I rounded the chimney, and went back to going back and forth. Kihyun when I needed him brought me up another string of lights that we bought for this occasion.

I came across a few ice patches nothing major, I could step right over, and I did. I hooked another one and stepped back admiring, stepping one more time at ease I didn't know there was ice and so go backwards but not only that the ice patch was a little big and causes me to start sliding down towards Kihyun. I scream as I try grab one of the shingles, “Ho! Ho! HELP ME!” He rushes over towards the bushes, and places his arms out knowing if he climbed the latter he wouldn't have enough time to run up the latter and catch me if I fall.

Instead, of getting ahold of my bearings, I manage to do quite the opposite. I grab a loose shingle and the next thing I know I'm rolling, and I hit the overhang, but it's not enough to stop me going, and I fall off the roof. Not into Kihyun's arms either, no, not like the royalty I am rather he got nervous and move his arms. Too slow gotta go, and I land right into those bushes, and I knew I broke at least something. But the first thing, that comes out of my mouth is, “Next year, you’re getting on the roof and decorating it” He agrees and picks me up, and I scream, my arm and leg have shooting pain running through it.

With that he puts me in the car and rushes me to the hospital apologizing, to me nonstop and telling me I'd never have to get on the roof again. I mean that last bit I enjoy but him apologizing when he's got nothing to apologize for. He didn't tell me or make me get on the roof I fell for his puppy dog eyes and pout. I tell him to stop, and that it was my fault I thought I was safe on the roof, and I stepped and fell. The only thing I wish you did was catch me and not give me the false pretense you would. I laugh it off, feeling the pain surging through me makes me laugh harder.

So if your husband, wife, boyfriend, girlfriend, mom, etc. Ever tells you to get on the roof, take my story for example, and tell them if they want it fixed or done so bad, do it themselves. Because having a broken left arm and a broken left leg isn't fun; but at least I'm all right.

[7ungmo]

Monsta X reactions

seeing their boyfriend all dressed up in a three piece suit or a tuxedo

Shownu

Shownu would look you up and down. Just straight up, look you up and down at least four times. He would help you with the tie that you left undone. But then he’d just run his hands along your torso because he couldnt help it.

Shownu: My baby boy is growing up.

(Y/n): Stop it!

Wonho

You can’t tell me that Wonho wouldn’t start tearing up when he sees his boyfriend in a threepiece suit. He’s only really seen you in casual clothing, or when you guys are lounging around and you just enjoy wearing nothing but boxers. This was his first time really seeing you dress up, which makes him think about how you’d look if you guys got married.

(Y/n): Hoseok~ You’re going to make me cry watching you cry!

Wonho: I can’t cry, it’ll ruin my eyeliner! Damn you, (Y/n).

Minhyuk

Minhyuk would drop whatever he was holding when you walked into the room. You fixing your sleeves and repositioning your tie just seemed so.. attractive to him. Everything seemed to just stop for a second until you walked up to him and told him to stop being silly and to help you fix the collar of your shirt.

Kihyun

Kihyun would do one of those exaggerated whistles guys do on TV when they see a hot girl. He caught you trying to take a mirror selfie and immediately photo bombed you, joking about how he was still the better looking one out of the two of you.

Kihyun: You did your tie backwards! I’ll fix it!

Hyungwon

Hyungwon wouldn’t have a clue about what to say. The trousers weren’t too tight on you, but the back just fit so well. It showed your body off in a subtle way, different from your extra-large hoodies and baggy sweatpants that you enjoy wearing in bed.

Hyunwon: No sweatpant suit available, unfortunately.

Jooheon

Jooheon would just crash. You looked so adult-ish in formal clothing. He wanted to go to even more events just to see you dress like this. He just couldn’t get over now nice the suit jacket hugged your back and your shoulders. It was all too surreal, and it felt like you were the only one in the room.

Changkyun

I believe that all of the members, he wouldn’t be that surprised at how different you looked from your regular clothing. He knew how handsome you were regardless. The first sentence isn’t to say that he wouldn’t turn his head if you walked by. He would definitely (not subtly) check you out without shame and play around with you and ask if you have a boyfriend.

[foenixs]

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Fatal Punishment

header by @mellowriting

upload schedule: Thursday & Sunday 5pm GMT+1

word count: 489

includes- sub!Kihyun x dom!f!reader, punishment, public play, spanking, non idol!au

summary: Punishment leads to more punishments, as Kihyun's thoughtless actions get both of you in trouble.

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You lean against his back until he is trapped between the sink and you. Kihyun looks up to read your expressions through the small bathroom mirror. You hook two fingers under his bandana, ripping off the fabric with a harsh tug.

“Look at you. Such a naughty boy, disobeying your owners’ rules. What do bad boys like you deserve?”

He lightly grinds his crotch against the sink, your cruel tone turning him on more than he can put into words.

“Pun- punishment?”

“That’s right!”, you pull his pants down below his ass, rolling up his shirt so you can stuff it in his mouth.

“Now, stay quiet while I punish you. You don’t want to get me fired, do you?”

Kihyun quickly shakes his head, scared of what would happen if he disobeyed you again.

You watch his quivering figure grip desperately onto the marble as your hand comes down on his ass repeatedly, the tenth spank breaking tears from his eyes.

He can’t help the muffled moans that escape him as his ass reddens under your anger. His cock slips out of his pants, slapping against the sink with every forward motion, the extra pain making him extra hard.

Precum stains the white porcelain and by the time your hand starts to sting from exerting his punishment, the furniture already fell victim to his orgasm.

Quickly cleaning up his mess, you push the dazed-out boy out of the bathroom, following closely behind him. Kihyun’s steps are wobbly as his ass hurts with every step he takes.

You tell him to sit down at one of the tables, serving him a hot cocoa as you finish your shift.

Cleaning up the counter and emptying the register you only notice your boss standing behind you as you turn to take of your apron, almost bumping into the broad chested man.

He looks down at you with an unusually serious demeanour.

“Miss y/n? I’m going to say this very bluntly as to not make it more awkward, but it has come to my attention that you had sex with one of our customers in the bathroom. You do know that that is against our policy, right?”

“What-? That- No, I didn’t do that.”, you shake your head in confusion and shame, but there was no use in trying to explain the truth. What were you going to tell him, that you have a naughty servant who cums from getting a good spanking? No, thank you.

“Miss, I think we both know what that means.”

You scoff, your words getting caught in your throat as you look up at your boss in disbelief.

“But I’ve been working for you for five years. I have always started my shift on time, and I have never had any slip ups. You know me, you live two blocks away from me for christ’s sake!”

“I don’t care, you broke our policy, Miss y/n. You’re fired.”

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