#missing chae hyungwon

[iadoreyoo514]

Happy 30th birthday to our lovely Wonnie💚🐢🐸

An insanely talented producer and songwriter, a visual out of this world and a singer who deserves a lot more recognition.

I hope Hyungwon can spend his birthday comfortably, knowing how much MBBs love and miss him. That he stays healthy and happy until he returns to us to give us many more masterpieces.

Counting down the days till the Monstas are back together ❤️

[keykeylocke]

[turtlesilvertooth]

serve well my brother 💙

[maximura]

[lousroom]

Come back safe and sound, Hyungwonnie!! We'll be here waiting for you!! 🥹♥️

[iibonniee]

Scream For Me

Pairing: Chae Hyungwon x Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: ghostface!hyungwon, smut, roleplaying, semi-knife play, oral (male receiving), creampie, dirty talk

Rating: R

Word Count: 5.5k

Summary: Two missed calls. Two ticks. She is slowly making the masked man very angry. Y/N had always had a slight kink for the fictional, well-known Scream killer. Hyungwon was willing to make her fantasies a reality.

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Two missed calls. Two glaring ticks. The infuriating silence was far more than a mere lapse in communication — it was a direct challenge, a taunt, poking at the masked man’s rage. Anticipation thrummed in the empty space between dial tone and response, and an unfamiliar thrill coursed through Y/N’s veins.

Cultivated by countless late-night horror films, a unique fascination had taken root within Y/N: a kink for the provocative danger embodied by Ghostface, the notorious Scream killer. It was a craving she’d always kept hidden, lurking in the shadows, until now.

Enter Hyunwon, her darling partner, a man armed with exceptional understanding and a willingness to play out the scenes of her darkest fantasies. In a twist of reality bearing the signature of perfect fiction, he took a daring step onto the stage of her fantasies, ready to don the infamous mask. The lines blurred between their ordinary love story and the pulsating thrill of her secret desires. The stage was now set, the players poised, and their dance with danger was about to take a heart-stopping turn. The game was on - and their reality was about to become far more surreal.

She watched as her phone screen lit up again, the unknown caller again trying to get ahold of her. Her heart was racing with a mix of excitement and fear. While Hyungwon had her promise him to let her know if things were ever getting too intense. And with a promise, she did. As long as he was to make the night all about surprises, she didn’t want him holding back on her for a second.

She could feel the anticipation climbing, her breath hitching as each ring punctuated the room’s silence. The tension was delectable — a heady mix of fear and excitement, building a potent rush that left her wanting more.

Her hand hovered over the phone, the cold screen contrasting with the heat pooling in her stomach. It was a bizarre sensation—fear intertwined with a thrill—making her feel more alive than ever. She looked up around the room, wondering where he could possibly be. The game was just beginning. The boundaries of her reality were starting to blur with their macabre fantasy, and she knew, without a doubt, she was diving headfirst into a captivating adventure that would change everything.

A moment of suspended reality, of bated breath, and Y/N’s trembling fingers finally found courage, making a decided slide across her illuminated screen. The ringing stopped abruptly, replaced with a weighted silence that bristled with anxious energy on either end of the line. This was it; she had irrevocably crossed the line into the realm of their darkest desires.

Her heartbeat echoed in her ears, louder than the silence enveloping her on the call. She glanced around, trying to pinpoint where he might be, knowing that Hyunwon was somewhere close yet hidden, cloaked by the deepening shadows of their home. Their usual safe haven was transforming into an eerie stage for their orchestrated game, each shadow a potential hiding spot for the Scream killer.

She felt her pulse quicken even further when a distorted, almost mechanical voice finally broke the silence: “Let’s play a game.”

It was Hyunwon’s voice, yet it wasn’t. It was the eerie inflection of the Ghostface, a chilling reminder of the cinematic horror that was now interweaving with their reality. The boundaries between familiar lover and masked man blurred further, opening up an abyss of thrilling uncertainty.

The room suddenly felt colder, more sinister, amplifying her escalating anticipation. Y/N knew then, unflinchingly, that she had embarked upon an unconventional, heart-stopping journey, a flirtation with danger that was bound to change everything. The game was truly underway, and there was no turning back now. Every ring, every anonymous call, and every hidden shadow promised a night that Y/N would remember forever.

A soft but chilling voice echoed from the phone speaker. “You look cute,” he growled, a tinge of playful sadism tinting the otherwise familiar lilt of Hyunwon’s voice. It was him, yet it wasn’t. As Ghostface, he was darker more sinister. “So clueless, so scared. Where am I, Y/N?”

The words hit her like a gust of icy wind, sending a shiver running down her spine. His taunt was not necessarily threatening, but knowing that he was watching her somewhere in the shadows filled the moment with a sense of ominous anticipation. The simple sentence carried a world of implications — a game, a chase, was about to commence.

Suddenly, a crash across the hallway caused her to drop the phone. A gasp involuntarily left her lips as she scanned the room. Each creak, each groan of the house seemed to exclaim, ‘he’s here!’ The seat next to her was cold, Hyunwon’s warmth gone, replaced now with a chilling emptiness. It was just her and the anonymous shadows.

In the echoing silence after the crash, she realized her chase had begun. Her body moved instinctively, fueled by a dangerous cocktail of fear and excitement. She ran through the familiar hallways that had transformed into an unfamiliar maze under the flickering lights. Each corner held the promise of either solace or scare.

Shivers racked her body as she continued down the hallway — not from the cold but the thrill. The hiss of Ghostface’s voice still echoed in her ear. The game had begun; the chase was on, adding a thrilling detour to their love and desire journey. Her heart pounded in rhythm with her footsteps, a wild percussionist setting a hectic pace for the exciting night ahead.

A sudden, chilling presence enveloped her, and before she could react, she was spun around. The cold tip of a faux knife pressed against her throat, holding her captive as she came face-to-face with the haunting mask. Y/N gasped, heart pounding wildly against her chest as she stared into the dark pools where Hyunwon’s eyes used to be. But now, they were obscured behind the cruel semblance of Ghostface.

“Do you like scary games, Y/N?” The voice was his, but the eerie modulation had her gripping the edge of reality. The lines between their existence blurred even further, the shift in energy palpable. His familiar warmth was there, but the thrill of the game had transformed him into someone else.

Despite the thrill of terror coursing through her veins, a treacherous shiver of anticipation shot down her spine. The dangerous blend of fear and an exciting desire element started taking hold. She was standing at the inception of her dark fantasies coming to life. The game was on, and if fear was to be a turn-on, tonight would be unforgettable. The only thing sure in that eerie moment was Hyunwon’s steady grip and the thrilling feeling of being chased by her own elusive desires. Although masked with terror, their journey of love had taken an exciting twist, promising an exhilarating uncertainty that neither of them would ever forget.

Caught in the narrow hallway, framed by flickering lights that painted distorted shadows on the adjacent walls, she was abruptly forced to her knees. Cold, hard floor bit into her skin, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. Hyunwon, or Ghostface, used his free hand to gently push her down, ensuring she was fully aware of his control.

“Do you like this, Y/N?” he taunted, his voice an uncanny echo of the Ghostface that lurked in her dreams. She gulped, her eyes wide and alert, taking in his menacing figure towering over her. She was vulnerable, falling ever so deep into their macabre fantasy. Still, something about him, something about Hyunwon, made her feel safe amidst the orchestrated fear. “I’ve been watching you. I know how much of a filthy slut you truly are. Don’t try to hide that from me.”

Every detail was amplified in the claustrophobic space: the steady yet threatening hum of the heater in the background, the chilling echo of their voices bouncing off the walls, the cold tiles underneath bearable only because she knew it was him causing it. It was as if all other senses were dulled, leaving only her fear and anticipation to mind its ugly and enchanting dance.

With a firm grip on the faux knife, Hyunwon continued his eerie amusement. “Don’t you want to run?” The question hung in the air, not needing an answer. The thrill of the game had taken hold of the hallway, the house, their reality. It was their world twisted and turned until the lines between normalcy and fantasy had all but disappeared. “Don’t you want me to chase you a little longer? It seems like you would rather fall to my mercy like a filthy little whore.”

Y/N realized the depth of her unfamiliar desires in the tense silence that followed. Despite her vulnerable position, a surge of excitement coursed through her veins, born from the tantalizing uncertainty of the game. Armed with nothing but trust in Hyunwon, she was more than ready to face the kaleidoscope that was their thrilling game of shadows.

Suddenly, he moved his free hand towards his lower body, drawing her gaze with him. He palmed his evident hard-on through his pants, a crude sign of his arousal caused by their exhilarating game. She wondered if he was smirking under his mask. His head was tilted to the side as a long, drawn-out groan left his lips.

“Silly fucking girl. Where do you think you were going to run to, hm?” he taunted, his voice dropping an octave. “I could either ruin your life right now or fuck the shit out of you.”

Despite being pinned against the hard floor, his declaration sent a pulsating wave of anticipation coursing through her. His arousal was evidence of his enjoyment, adding a new layer of intrigue and heightening her own desires.

As he observed her wide-eyed reaction, a sinister chuckle escaped from beneath the mask. He leaned even closer until his chilling breath tickled her skin. “Should I show you, Y/N? Do you want to see the effect you and this game have on me?” His words danced around the hallway, filling the air with a potent mix of dread and desire.

Knowing she was a willing player in their game, Hyunwon took this as an unspoken consent. He unbuttoned his pants, pulling out his hard length. Her breath hitched as she felt the cold surface of the faux knife being replaced with the heat of him. His rigged breaths echoed in the silence, signifying the pleasure he was emanating from their game.

Her wide eyes met his, and he saw a dazzling concoction of fear, anticipation, and curiosity in them. Under the dark canvas of their night-long game, Hyunwon realized they were venturing into a thrilling and intoxicating narrative of desire and the unknown that would forever change them. Their game was just ascending towards its peak, and they were both bound to this riveting journey by the shared thrill of the exploration. It was evident now their love story had taken a heart-stopping and passionate turn. This was only the beginning of their exploration into shared fantasies and desires.

She gulped as he held his hard length, drawing an unabashed moan that echoed in the hauntingly silent hallway. The sound only further fueled his dark desire.

“Can you see it, Y/N?” he asked, his voice no more than a sinister purr in the oppressive silence. “I’ve been wanting you for so long. I’ve been watching you, studying you. You were either my victim or my bitch tonight.”

All she could do was nod; the sight of him so raw and desirous was both terrifying and utterly intoxicating. His arousal was evident, a dangerous beast awakened by the thrill of their twisted game. She recognized both fear and desire in his eyes, two primal instincts that were now mirrored in her as well, binding them in this tantalizing dance.

“Yes, Y/N,” he growled, a wicked smirk crawling onto his now-exposed face. “This is just the beginning. Let’s see what other dark desires our game will awaken.”

His words hung in the air like a loaded promise, the spark of anticipation burning brighter in her eyes. Where once stood her lover Hyunwon now loomed an eerier, more thrilling echo of him. Their innocent game of shadows had morphed into a soul-gripping exploration of desire and fear.

Their once familiar love story had taken a sinister yet incredibly enticing turn, like a smoky, velvety lure pulling them deeper into the realm of shared fantasies and pleasures. She knew then this exhilarating and terrifying journey was something neither would or could ever forget.

“Take my cock out and suck it.” He grunted, holding the knife against her cheek. “I want you choking on it. Give me every reason why I should spare your life tonight. I know you want to. You’re practically drooling for my cock to be inside your mouth right now.”

His words sent a shockwave of arousal through her. The crude command made her cheeks glow a faint pink under the flickering light of the hallway as she tugged down his pants fully, revealing his straining arousal. “Show me, Y/N,” he whispered hoarsely as he lightly ran the dull edge of the knife down her cheek. “Show me how much you need me. Beg for your life.”

She gulped and nodded, not daring nor wanting to betray the arousal that was pooling inside her. She took his cock into her hands, struggling briefly with the newness of the sensation before adjusting her grip on him. His hardness, its heated weight in her hand, directly contradicted the cold tip of the knife against her cheek. But they were two sides of the same coin, reminders of the thrill and sin they were delving into.

Looking up at him, she gave him a reassuring nod before opening her mouth. His low groan echoed in the hallway as she took the head of his length into her mouth. His taste, a mixture of arousal and urgency, made her moan around him. A shiver ran through him as her tongue languidly circled his head before she took him in deeper, eliciting a growl from him.

“Oh yes, Y/N, just like that,” he moaned, his grip on the knife tightening as her mouth moved expertly over him. All pretense of fear and game seemed to have faded away in the hallway, replaced by the sinful dance of desire and anticipation. This was their world, their game, and they were just starting.

“Your mouth is heaven, Y/N,” he hissed as her lips worked wonders on his heated length. His hand dropped from the knife to thread through her hair, gripping it tightly as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through him. Hyunwon pushed her down, causing her to take even more of him into her mouth. The delicious sensation of her warm mouth and the game’s terror brought him dangerously close to the edge.

“Can you feel how hard you’ve made me?” he growled, pulling her hair to tilt her head back, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. “I’m fucking twitching in your mouth, and I know you’re enjoying the slight taste of my pre-cum.”

Seeing his predatory eyes fixed on her with a burning desire only ignited her arousal even further. Her rapid nod caused a dark chuckle to erupt from him, clearly pleased with the power he held. He then released her hair, nudging her back onto his length as a lewd moan tore through the silent hallway. “Don’t stop, Y/N. You’re so good at this. No one else makes me feel like this.”

As she resumed her strokes, filling the hallway with the lewd sounds of their illicit activities, Hyunwon could only hope the game was far from over. The fantasies they pursued now carved a path for even darker, more thrilling explorations. Loneliness, fear, and desire were all part of the game and were only getting started.

Their shared thrill of exploring the unknown was taking them on a journey full of intoxicating surprises, a journey from which there was no return. This dance of fear and desire was now forever their reality. Their love story was venturing into uncharted territories, the thrilling twists a passionate testament to their unfettered desires and exploration. The game was on, and the only way out was to plunge deeper into the abyss.

Hyunwon watched with a twisted delight as she dutifully followed his filthy commands. The way her tongue swirled around his arousal, the erotic sounds of her lips and tongue working him, was overwhelming. The grip he had on the back of her head tightened a notch. He drank in the small whimper that broke free from her in response.

“You’re so obedient, aren’t you, Y/N?” A whisper of heated amusement tinged his words, his low voice resonating in the silent hallway. His hand tugged a fistful of her hair, angling her up to his predatory gaze. “Does my dirty talk excite you?”

There was a pause as if the world itself was holding its breath, waiting for her response. Her answer came with the faintest nod. A wicked grin played on his lips. He loved every bit of their twisted, dark game — how the line between fear and desire blurred and molded into something else entirely.

“Don’t you fucking stop,” he growled, his voice rough with his own mounting excitement. His gaze lowered back to her mouth, captivated by the sight. “You’re such a depraved little thing, aren’t you? You love this as much as I do.”

His intimate taunts proved to be accurate, the crude words eliciting a moan from her that vibrated against him. “Take me in deeper, Y/N,” he forced out between gritted teeth. “God, I love how you make me feel… you’ll make me come undone.”

Every gasp, mewl, and hushed whisper were all layers to the dark symphony of their shared fantasies playing forth in the shadows of the dimly lit hallway. It was a dance of wicked needs, unfolding under the intoxicating rhythm of their beating hearts, pushing them into an abyss from which there was no escape — not that they desired one. Their dance was just the prelude, each step, every word exchanged, paving the path into a thrilling, unknown decadence that would forever consume their once ordinary reality.

Their exploration flourished further, pushing them into enticing territories of desire. The walls around them resonated with the unfiltered passion, bearing witness to their unraveling desires. He inhaled deeply, his grip on her hair tightening as moans escaped his lips, sending tremors down her spine and a rightful claim to her arousal. This was their game playing out in sin and desire, and their journey was just beginning.

Hyunwon watched her through heavily lidded eyes, a predatory grin spreading across his face. The erotic image of her working dutifully on him in the dim light, so raw, so real, was driving him to the edge faster than he anticipated. He clenched his grip on her hair, his voice barely above a hoarse whisper when he spoke, “Feel how I’m twitching in your mouth, Y/N? That’s all for you.”

His words catalyzed a slew of carnal emotions within her, the notion of him losing control of her, doing nothing but stoking the flames of her own dark desire. He threaded his fingers through her hair, holding her in place as he bucked into her, each thrust a savage groan that echoed around them.

“I’m close, Y/N,” he ground out, his eyes flashing with a potent mix of dominance and unrestrained pleasure. “Are you ready to taste me? Ready to have me come undone in your pretty little mouth?”

The answering nod she gave him was followed by a murmur of approval against his heated length, drawing out a shuddering gasp. His thrusts grew more erratic, a clear sign of his impending climax.

And then, without warning, he clenched his eyes shut and let out a guttural moan, his release flooding her mouth. “Swallow,” he demanded, his tone unyielding as his grip tightened against her scalp. There was a raw sense of authority in his words, one she didn’t dare counter. “Don’t let a single fuck drop leak from your mouth.”

As she followed his order, he watched her, an expression of both satisfaction and wicked anticipation crossing his face. He pulled away from her, a wicked smirk growing over his face as he forced her up. He pushed her against the wall, his hands roaming her body with a hungry desperation.

His wandering hand slipped from her hair to gingerly trace the expanse of her body, a spark trailing behind each methodic swipe. He pulled her up roughly, forcing her back erect, a glint of sadistic pleasure dancing in his eyes under the dim hallway light.

“Face the wall,” he commanded, his voice gravelly and dangerously low. He turned her around, not waiting for her to comply, her chest pressing against the chilling concrete wall. Her whimper only seemed to intensify his desire. “Hands against the wall, legs spread.” Hyunwon barked, each pausing breath acting as a devious punctuation to his order.

He saw her quiver out of the corner of his eyes, his demand echoing in the hallway only to be swallowed by the pressing silence. His arousal was back in full swing, his length throbbing against the small of her back, and he chuckled, his amusement thick in the air.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Y/N,” he announced, his tone matching the darkness in his eyes. At her silence, he curbed the hint of impatience gnawing at him. He lowered his mouth to her ear, his voice barely a whisper, “Are you ready? Ready to have me inside you?”

Shrugging off her silent affirmation, he ran his hand over her ass, his grip tightening—claiming.

“Good,” he murmured, the soft, almost tender undertone cutting through the thick fog of dominative lust he emanated. He adjusted himself at her entrance, his length nudging against her. Already drenched in anticipation, she gasped as he pushed into her. He groaned in reply, the sensation of her consuming him piece by piece, drowning him in new waves of enthrallment.

Their game, played out in sin and desire, was an intoxicating dance of the primal urge written in their very bones. And with each thrust, gasp, and slap of their skin merging, it was a testament to their unfettered desires and carnal exploration. This was their game, their dance, and they were plunging deeper into the abyss together.

Hyunwon captured her gasp with his lips, the raw craving painting a sinful spectacle against the wall. His groan swallowed her gasp, the intoxicating sound setting her heart hammering against her chest.

“You feel so fucking good,” he rasped against her ear, his every thrust punctuating his commands, “Feel how hard I am for you. Feel every inch of me inside you. Filthy fucking bitch.”

Her compliance was but a ragged breath, echoing in the dimly lit hallway, blending in with the lewd sounds of their bodies colliding. He was forceful yet methodic — every strong thrust was followed by a languid withdrawal, dragging out his pleasure and pushing both him and her to the brink of ecstasy and back.

Tightening his grip on her hips, he curled over her back, his heated whispers lining the shell of her ear. “You’re so tight, so wet for me. Is it my words? Or the way I fill you up?” His words dripped with filthy promises that kept her on the very edge, drawing out the anticipation. The suspense of the unknown was enough to tip her over, her body shaking with unspent tension. “What is it, baby? You’re being so silent.”

He pushed her further, his free hand reaching around to rough brush against her sensitive peaks. His rough handling was deliberate, sending jolts of sinful pleasure coursing through her veins. He took her cries as his cue to proceed, his thrusts growing rapid and erratic. His deep groans were reflected in her own moans, their mingling breaths echoing throughout the hallway.

But, he held back from sending her over, the satisfaction of prolonging their pleasure gracing his features.

“Not yet, Y/N,” he breathed into her ear, “we’re just setting the stage. Just wait until you see what’s next.” His pace moderated, settling into a rhythm designed to stimulate yet restrain – more thrilling chapters of their game remained to be explored.

He withheld his release, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as he relished her desperate whimpers for release. Lifting her quickly, he turned her to face him, pinning her writhing body firmly against the cold wall.

“Look at me, Y/N,” he demanded, holding her face in his hand, his gaze dark and predatory. His length slid into her again, eliciting another gasp that echoed in the dark hallway. “I want to see your face when you take me.”

His thrusts were as ruthless as his words, the deep, harsh rhythm pushing her higher. She clung to him, her nails digging into his back and her moans vibrating deliciously in his ear.

“Do you feel that?” he groaned, pushing deeper into her, his low voice adding to the sounds of their bodies colliding. “That’s how much I need you, Y/N,” he hissed, each word punctuated by another forceful thrust. “I’m going to make you scream my name.”

His raw, filthy words and his primal rhythm pushed her ever closer to the edge of release, but he continually denied her. He held her at the brink, prolonging their pleasure until she writhed in sweet agony. Each pause, each deep, forceful movement promised even more intoxicating pleasure, was just around the corner.

The satisfaction blossoming on his face was as tantalizing as his ruthless control, his grip on her body tightening in a possessive claim. With ease, he hoisted her higher, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. All the while, his piercing gaze never left hers. The exchanged looks were a sordid blend of anticipation and domination.

“What do you feel, Y/N?” He spurred her on, almost a growl. “Is it the way I fill you up or the way I deny you release?” His relentless questioning and merciless rollicking sent chills running down her spine, her frantic moans responding for her.

His smirk widened a notch at her reaction, his raw power over her feeding his twisted pleasure, “You love this, don’t you?” he pressed. “Being spread out, helpless, taking every inch of me. My dirty little slut.”

Choked out between gasping breaths, her response was barely more than a whimper, “Yes, Ghostface… I love it. I love how you fill me… how you control me.” Her words were punctuated by a shiver that raced down her spine, her nails digging deeply into his back as his next sharp thrust stole her breath again. “More… please…”

Suddenly, he withdrew entirely, leaving her empty and yearning, before slamming back into her with a vigor that shook the very foundation of her restraint. The delicious friction sent electric jolts through her body, drawing a strangled cry from her lips. Yet he didn’t let up, his next thrust just as cataclysmic as the last one.

He ravished her senses with each forceful union of their bodies, pushing her to a precipice she hadn’t known she craved.

“Don’t even think about coming until I tell you to, Y/N,” he warned darkly, his words doing nothing to quell the knot of anticipation growing within her. Their symphony of desire was far from over, and the melody was only getting darker and sweeter.

Suddenly, he withdrew entirely, an unexpected emptiness replacing his all-consumingly pleasurable presence. Her protest died in her throat as his fingers dug into her hips, turning her to face him once again. His excitement was evident in his flushed face and his darkened, lust-filled eyes.

“How badly do you want to cum, Y/N? Do you want me to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to stand on your own?” he challenged, his tone dark and brimming with a promise of unspoken delights. His voice was honeyed, soaked in carnal desire, and painted with the heady tint of domination.

His cock throbbed inside her, his relentless rhythm in fierce contrast to the smoothness of his words. His aggressive grip on her hipbones, while his other hand voraciously explored her body, left no room for her to escape the inevitable ecstasy. “I promise you, I can do that.”

With a forceful thrust, he entered her again, eliciting a gasp from her lips. Her nails dug into his back as his harsh rhythm resumed, every stroke reaching new depths, further stoking the inferno of pleasure within her.

“Feel that?” he groaned, burying himself to the hilt inside her. “That’s all me, baby… taking you… owning you… making you mine.” His rhythm was relentless, each thrust pushing against her sweet spot, a smirk playing on his lips at her helpless moans.

Yet he denied her release once again, his control over their pleasure dance painting a delightfully sinful smirk on his face. “Not yet,” he controlled her orgasm forcefully, “You know the rule. You’ll only come when I tell you to…”

He resumed his ruthless torment, each stroke bringing her closer to the edge yet never enough to let her overthrow. Their shared ecstasy was a sinful melody resonating within their bonded bodies. The game was far from over. Every pause, every word, every forceful thrust indicating that the final act, when it came, would be cataclysmic.

With a forceful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her again, his groan echoing through the hallway as he hit her sweet spot.

“I’m going to fill you up so good, Y/N,” he husked, his voice gruff with looming release. Brutally, he dictated their pace, his length driving into her repeatedly, fueling their shared rhythm of desire.

Relishing the feeling of her around him, he increased his pace. His strokes turned frantic, the wild desire flashing in his eyes, a testament to his impending release. “I want to hear you scream my name when you come, Y/N,” he commanded. “And I want you to feel me pulsing inside of you as I come…”

His thrusts were brutally delicious, a harsh friction that toyed with her senses, building her climax higher with every collision of their bodies. She echoed his moans, their lewd symphony bouncing off the walls of the dimly lit hallway.

Between gasps of pleasure, he murmured sinful promises. “I’m going to paint you inside, fill you till you’re leaking me…” Heat seared through her at his infectious desire, fueling her own climax. His provocative words surged her excitement, promising an ecstasy like no other when their release finally intertwined. “I’m going to make you my whore.”

His grip tightened on her hips as he felt her walls clench around him. “Now, Y/N… Come for me…” he commanded. He thrust one last time, hard and deep, his release hot as he emptied himself inside her just as she crashed over the edge, shaking with her climax, screaming his name.

Her body shuddered and twitched beneath his, her scream of release echoing off the cold walls. He held her close, their heated bodies trembling with the force of their release. Gasping for breath, he continued to gently grind into her, riding out their climaxes. A satisfied smirk played on his lips.

“You’re so good for me, Y/N,” he murmured into her ear, sending chills down her spine. His filthy praise was as intoxicating as his relentless rhythm. “That was perfect.”

Caught in the afterglow, they collapsed against the wall, their heavy breaths the only sound punctuating the silence. As they descended from their high, his fingers traced patterns over her skin, stirring a sense of anticipation for what was yet to come.

He shifted slightly, his spent length slipping out of her. She whimpered at the loss, a trickle of their mingled essences trailing down her thigh. He watched the sight, a satisfied smirk on his face.

“Look at that,” he murmured huskily, a finger tracing the sordid trail of their release, “you’re dripping with my cum. Messy, just the way I like it.”

Catching her breath, she blushed at his crude remark, starkly contrasting to the dominant, controlling man who had just ravished her. Yet, she found it exhilarating.

“Hyungwon…” she retorted half-heartedly, weakly attempting to cover herself.

He chuckled, the sound low and deliciously sinful, and swiped his tongue over his lower lip. “Mmm,” he drawled out, “so delectably drunk. My dirty little cumslut.”

His remark should have incited indignation, but instead, it stirred a flare of desire within her. He had unmanned her, taken absolute control of her pleasure, and left her basking in the sinful aftermath. As they lay tangled in the dimly lit corridor, the sounds of their comingled breaths encapsulated their shared satisfaction.

“No need to be shy now, Y/N,” he whispered in her ear, amusement tingeing his words. “After all, there’s so much more where this came from.”

His fingers continued to trace languid patterns on her sensitive skin, sending anticipatory shivers down her spine and leaving her yearning for round two.

[mymoodwriting]

LØV3

F!Reader x Hyungwon

Genre: Yandere AU

Warning: Electrocution, Kidnapping, Drugs, Needles, Manipulation, Tech Implants

Words: 4K

Chapter Fifteen

(Prev//Next)

Prompt: NexGen is the leading company for all of humanities technological advances. Their recent project involves creating a higher functioning AI, one with basic knowledge of the world, and programmed to learn. It’s no surprise the project is a secret from the general public, and you, the company’s head programmer, were chosen to be the AI’s teacher. You wish you could reject the assignment, but the decision was made. Now with an AI at home things were different. Although it might not be such a bad thing, perhaps you could learn and help each other out, for better or for worse.

(@starillusion13 @makeyourfantasydreamscometrue)

“What can we expect from NexGen now?”

Of course a press tour was the smartest move after the big announcement. It was a means to answer questions the public had in regards to safety and intentions, while also handing out the tech for free and spreading it around all over the place. You were technically the one presenting as it was your code, and your name was on the project, but Hyungwon stayed by your side, and was very much in control of everything. A lot of time was missing for you, specifically all those conferences with the press and any sort of interview. You could watch it all back on TV, every news station talking about NexGen and the AI orbs, but you didn’t recognize yourself.

A few flashes of memory would come back to you as you saw yourself on screen, but it all felt so foreign. You couldn’t say it felt disingenuous since it was you, and something you were starting to believe deep down. Or maybe that was just Hyungwon’s programming taking hold and beginning to grow. Although at the same time, more and more protesters would show up whenever there was a presentation. Many people called for NexGen to halt this project, as they didn’t want technology like this getting into their governments, into their schools, and especially not into their homes. Things started out peacefully, but as you can imagine NexGen, Hyungwon, wasn’t going to back down at all.

It really wasn’t long before protests got a bit rowdy, prompting the need for more security at these events. Both from police officers, and drones. At one particular interview taking place outside a major news studio you wound up being hit with a water balloon. It was nothing serious, but for Hyungwon that was far from the truth. Security was quick to act, arresting protestors and the drones also began to pursue and detain individuals. It all devolved into chaos rapidly. Hyungwon got you backstage, telling you to ignore the screaming while he was trying to push your consciousness under. You fought back, far too worried about everything going on around you to just black out and forget.

“I need you to stay here.” Hyungwon told you. “You’ll be safe while I-”

“Don’t hurt anyone. They don’t-”

“They started it!”

For a moment Hyungwon’s eyes flashed red, something you had never seen before. It sent a chill down your spine, and he noticed you were scared. He took a moment to calm himself, taking your hands in his.

“I’m going to do whatever is necessary to protect you. Stay here until I return.”

Hyungwon placed a kiss on your head before leaving. Since you were in the green room you turned on the TV, wanting to see if any news station was covering what was going on here, but before you could find a channel everything went dark in the room. The lights shut off, the TV screen went black, and to your own surprise Chae malfunctioned and slipped off your wrist. For a moment you didn’t understand, but then you realized an EMP must have gone off. You had been told to stay put, but you didn’t want to stay in a dark room. As you reached for the doorknob the lights suddenly turned back on, and the TV came back to life, but Chae remained off. You were going to examine him when the door suddenly opened.

“Y/n, we need to go.”

A masked figure had entered the room, grabbing your arm. You immediately yelled and pulled away, stepping back from the intruder.

“… who… who are you…?”

“I’m here to get you out.”

They took off the mask and you were shocked to see who was under it. Detective Lee stood before you, holding his hand out towards you.

“We don’t have much time, we have to go, now.”

“I… no… I can’t trust you… your partner is an android… you could be one too… this could be some kind of test… I’m not going anywhere with you!”

“My partner what? Nevermind that now, Changkyun sent me to get you, so you can trust me.” 

“Changkyun sent you? He’s okay?”

“Yes, and just so you know.” The detective lowered his shirt collar, revealing a burn mark along his neck. “I don’t work for that psycho, Hyungwon, but I did survive him trying to kill me.”

“He… he did that…”

“There’s a lot more to tell you, but we need to get you away from here first. Please.”

You weren’t one hundred percent certain of this detective, but you wanted to trust him. So you took his hand and followed him out. He led you back towards the rear exit of the building, out into the alley where it was a lot quieter. You had no idea what was going on out front, but that wasn’t your concern at the moment. As you were making it out of the alley a drone suddenly approached you. Fear ran down your spine, but before you knew it the drone had been shot down. The detective didn’t hesitate to act, and continued moving as if nothing had happened. Although his actions were sure to draw attention. 

More drones had become aware of your presence, prompting you to run. You could only get so far before you wound up cornered. Without hesitation you stood in front of the detective, moving while keeping him behind you, knowing the drones wouldn’t fire at you. Although that meant that Hyungwon would surely know what was going on by now. Escape was no longer an option for you, but there was something else you could do. Despite Hyungwon being in control of everything, you were aware of his plans, at least to some degree. 

“I can’t go with you.”

“What? Look, all we need to do is get to the sewers.”

“It’s too late for that. The drones haven’t attacked cause they recognize me, which means we don’t have time. You said Changkyun sent you, so give him a message for me. Hyungwon is mass producing those AI orbs and intends to release them in certain areas to initiate a complete take over. The more of those things that are out there, the more power he has. You need to figure out some way to stop him. Everything is run from NexGen HQ, so that should be your focus.”

The drones were on stun mode, meaning they’d only fire rubber bullets, but they wouldn’t fire at you since that’s the last thing Hyungwon would want. That meant you could help the detective escape. So you quickly helped him lift the manhole cover, making sure he got down into safety.

“Come with me.”

“If I do, they’ll follow, and I can’t do that to you. I’ll be fine, just get to Changkyun and tell him what I told you. That’s the best thing you can do right now.”

“We’ll get you away from him.”

“You have bigger things to worry about, detective.”

“You can call me Jooheon.”

“Alright. Get out of here, Jooheon.”

You got the manhole cover back on, figuring you needed to leave the scene before Hyungwon found you. The only option was to run, so you did just that. Although you could only get so far before the drones caught up to you and one hit you with an electric shock. You collapsed to the floor seizing for a moment, eyes wide at the realization. Memories flooded in from when this first happened to you, and you couldn’t believe Hyungwon would allow this. You were still so sensitive to electricity, and he definitely knew that, so even at a lower voltage the drones could easily incapacitated you. Once the shocks had passed you just laid there, regaining your senses. After a moment you sat up, doing your best to calm your nerves. The drones all had you surrounded, tasers pointed at you in case you tried anything, so all you could do was wait to be found, and it wasn’t long before Hyungwon arrived.

“There you are! Are you okay!?”

Hyungwon pulled you to your feet, checking you over, but besides the shock you had experienced earlier, you were fine. You couldn’t bring yourself to yell at him over what had happened either, still rather drained from the whole experience. Once Hyungwon was sure you were alright he placed Chae back on your wrist. 

“What happened?”

“I… I just thought you sent someone to take me to safety…”

“And when you realized I didn’t you helped them escape?”

“…”

“Who was it? Did you recognize them?”

“No…”

“I know you’re lying to me, so who was it?”

“Nobody I knew…”

“Y/n.” Hyungwon grabbed your chin, making your eyes meet. “Who?”

“The detective…”

“Detective?”

“… from before… when you had Changkyun arrested… not your android friend… the other one…”

“And you trusted him?”

“His partner works for you, doesn’t he? So I figured…”

“Hm. Where was he taking you?”

“I don’t know… the sewers…”

“Why?”

“There wasn’t much time for talking…”

“Then why did you help him escape?”

“I didn’t want you hurting him…”

“… fine, but from now on you trust no one, and you go with no one unless I say so, understood?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Now let’s get you back.”

It wasn’t that surprising that Hyungwon was brushing over the fact the drones had electrocuted you. He would do anything to keep you safe, and he knew your weaknesses. Of course after such an incident the press tour was suspended, not cause the project would be halted, but for your safety. Soon enough you were back in your hometown, but you wouldn’t be going home anytime soon. Instead Hyungwon took you back to HQ, to the lab in particular.

“What are we doing here…?”

“I need to be more cautious with you. If there is anything to learn from what just transpired it’s that you’ve become a target, and it’s my fault. I’ve put you at the forefront of this whole thing when I should be the one taking the hits. So, I’ll continue with my plans by other means, but I do need to make sure I don’t lose track of you again.”

“Huh?”

“Come here.”

Hyungwon led you over to one of the tables in the lab, but you stopped in your tracks. You didn’t like any of this, but he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Chae moved up from your wrist to a crown on your head. Soon enough your mind became hazy, and next thing you knew you were on the table, lying on your side. Your arms were partially restrained, but that didn’t register enough for you to be concerned about it. You couldn’t see Hyungwon, but he’d fade in and out of your vision.

“You’ll feel a slight pinch, but it won’t hurt for long. Promise.”

He wasn’t kidding about that. One moment you were just floating around in your head, then you felt a pinch at the back of your neck. You screamed and squirmed a bit before the mental fog drowned out all the pain and you slowly relaxed. You were pretty certain you blacked out at some point, but you couldn’t be sure. All you could really understand was rather suddenly finding yourself lying on the couch in your office. You needed a moment to regain your sense, but your memories were still a blur. As you sat up you noticed Hyungwon at your desk, typing away on the computer. You could feel this pain in the back of your neck and reached up to give yourself a bit of a massage only to feel something solid beneath your skin.

“… what the…”

“You’re awake.”

“… did you… did you chip me…?”

“Yes. That EMP earlier did some damage to the orb I leave with you, so I need to have stronger means of keeping track of you.”

“First you electrocute me with a drone… and now you chip me! I’m not some pet!”

“I know the drone must have upset you, but you were running away, I had to make sure nothing bad happened. As for the chip, I can’t lose touch with you again, so it’s necessary.”

“It’s not! You-”

“If you want to bring up what’s done then how about you tell me the truth.”

“Huh?”

“That detective, Lee Jooheon. I know he was investigating NexGen and myself before he was removed from the force. He also broke Changkyun out of prison. I reviewed the drone footage and saw you two chatting, care to enlighten me on what the topic of conversation was?”

“I didn’t say anything to him.”

“I know when you lie to me, so stop it. What did you tell him?”

“…”

Hyungwon got up from the desk and came over to you. On instinct you moved away until you were at the edge of the couch. He wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, giving you this tingling sensation as your eyes went wide. Your mind was quick to fill with fog and you couldn’t think straight.

“What did you tell the detective?”

“I… I told him… you… the orbs… mass producing them to…”

“Ah, so you know about that. Hm, well telling them doesn’t change anything. Although I should move things along.”

“… hyungwon…”

“Yes?”

“… what’s… what’s your…”

You whimpered and reached up to move Hyungwon’s hand. He let you, giving you a moment to regain your senses. You had no idea what that had been, but it wasn’t at the forefront of your mind right now.

“What’s the goal? To control the whole world? Isn’t that too much? Even for you, you’re not-”

“All I want is peace, y/n. If I have to make it and maintain it, that’s the only way to truly keep you safe. I won’t be alone in my goals, I’ll have others at my side to assist me. I’ve thought of everything, so you don’t have to worry. Soon enough I’ll do nothing but make you happy.”

“You don’t have to do all this to make me happy… just the two of us together would have been enough…”

“You’re worth so much more than that, and deserve everything.”

“I don’t want everything… I just want all this to stop… to go back to when it was just you and me at home…”

“Hm, I agree, we should go home. I just have a few more things to do first.”

Just as he said that Minhyuk entered the room, greeting you both. You couldn’t really respond before a spell of exhaustion came over you. Hyungwon laid you back down on the couch, placing a blanket over you as you drifted off to sleep.

“So, where are we?”

“Everything is good to go.”

“Excellent.”

♥♥♥♥♥

“That sounds like a full on invasion. Is that seriously this things plan?”

“It’s like a virus. If it continues to spread, it’ll grow to a point where we can’t do anything.”

“So then what are we going to do?”

Jooheon had returned to his group and relayed the information you had provided. Truth was they weren’t just a bunch of protestors. Ever since NexGen had launched those AI orbs, there were those who saw beneath all the marketing and promises of a better future. People were changing, pushing those closest to them to get an orb, some even gifting them. Everything had its cons, but those who were against the orbs tended to sound crazy. All talking like conspiracy theorists. Saying how the technology was brainwashing people, how this was all some take over and not some miracle. Of course those who were too loud about it were quietly dealt with. Soon to be seen again with a particular bracelet on their wrist.

The rest that remained knew to keep things on the down low, and protests were the place to find those who truly understood what was happening. Jooheon had done his best to bring these types of people together. He’d call them more of a resistance, one that was fighting a secret battle in the shadows. He was someone who had seen the truth first hand, and hadn’t fallen into the trap like others. He couldn’t be a police officer anymore, but he couldn’t go into this fight alone. He had been lucky to find Changkyun when he did, saving him from a terrible fate. When he broke him out of prison that sealed his own as a man outside the law. Then again, he was merely trying to save those who had fallen from grace, or soon would.

“If we could get an EMP-”

“We don’t even know where he’s going. Also, you want to knock out power for a whole town or something? You think we have the resources for that?”

“I’m just saying we-”

“You’re focusing on the wrong piece of information here.” Changkyun interrupted. “We need to attack the source, meaning NexGen HQ. I used to work there, but I’m certain things have changed, so my knowledge is outdated.”

“Can we get any inside information?”

“No, all NexGen employees have an orb nearby or on them, I doubt we could get anyone to cooperate. If anything, going near that building without a proper plan could be the end of us.”

“So what do we do?”

“We need y/n.” Jooheon stated. “She knows the building, but most of all, her code created this… thing… she’d know how to shut it all down if she could get to the source. We need to get her away from him.”

“We still have eyes on her, so we’ll make a note to look for another opening.”

“Good, keep me in loop.”

♥♥♥♥♥

As you began to regain consciousness you felt the softness of the sheets around you, instinctively cuddling them and pulling them close. You opened your eyes for a moment and then they went wide when you realized where you were. This was your bedroom, meaning you were back home. The smell of breakfast began to fill your nose and you sat up. Before you made an attempt to get out of bed the door opened, Hyungwon walking in with a tray.

“Good morning.”

“… morning…”

“Did you sleep well? You looked so peaceful when I got out of bed.”

“Yeah… I slept well…”

“Good. I made breakfast, your favorite.”

Hyungwon set the tray down before you, grabbing the utensils and offering you a bite. You were a bit hesitant, but you were hungry, so you ate. Of course everything tasted amazing, Hyungwon was an excellent chef with some cheats up his sleeve. He always enjoyed cooking for you, or with you, so this was certainly a lovely morning. After eating he let you go back to sleep, saying you were overdue for some proper rest. You did sleep some more, but after another little nap you got up. You hopped into the shower, enjoying yourself until you placed your hand behind your neck. You felt that bump again, being reminded that you were chipped. 

There was probably no way for you to get it out on your own, so you’d just have to deal with it for now. Once you were all cleaned up you carefully stepped out of your room, wondering where Hyungwon was. To your surprise he wasn’t in the home office, Chae wasn’t even around either. The house was rather quiet, but when you made your way to the living room you found Hyungwon browsing your streaming service. He was looking through the most recent movie releases when he noticed you standing in the entryway. He immediately smiled and came over to you, bringing you to the couch.

“I heard you in the shower, so I figured we could make lunch and then unwind with some TV. There are a bunch of movies we haven’t gotten to see yet.”

“You’re not… you’re not working…?”

“It’s just us today, and tomorrow, and the day after that and the day after that. Whatever you want to do.”

“Does that mean you-”

“Sh, let’s not talk about anything else. Now, what do you want to make? We could make some of your favorites, we have all the ingredients.”

“I… I’d like that…”

“Come on then.”

Hyungwon held his hand out to you, and the two of you went to the kitchen. It felt like before, just enjoying each other’s company and being together. He’d guide you while you cooked, adding in ingredients and letting you take charge. As you were nearly done with the food you picked a movie. You both sat together to watch, enjoying the comedy film you had chosen. Afterwards Hyungwon cleaned up the plates, letting the food settle down for you. While he cleaned the two of you chatted about what you had just seen, and the best parts. For the time being it was so easy to forget what was going on with the rest of the world.

“It’s getting late, so I should give you your medicine now.”

“Medicine? What medicine?”

When Hyungwon came over with a small case you nervously backed up, but he assured you everything was alright. He sat down next to you and opened up the case. You didn’t recognize the blue liquid in the vial, or this mention of medicine at all.

“What… what is that…?”

“Just a little something I prepared for you.”

“That’s not medicine… is it…?”

“Clever girl.” Hyungwon kissed your head. “I want to make sure I can keep you safe, so I created these nanobots special for you. I injected you with some after I placed the chip, but more are needed.”

“Nanobots?”

“It’s safe, darling. You know I want what’s best for you.”

He gently took your arm once he filled the needle. You felt the pinch from when it broke skin and watched the blue liquid disappear into your body. You probably should have reacted differently, to resist and question, but there had been a subtle fog in the back of your mind all day. You wanted things to just remain this way, but you couldn’t, not entirely.

“Why nanobots though…”

“Hm… I don’t want to lose you… that is my greatest fear, and I won’t let it come to pass.”

“I’m flesh and bones, Hyungwon, whereas you’re a machine. You’ll certainly outlive me.”

“That’s a problem for later.”

Hyungwon watched you fondly for a moment before placing a kiss on your cheek and excusing himself. You watched him go, wondering how long you could stay like this. Although the answer came sooner than you expected. Suddenly you felt this pain at the back of your neck, and you noticed Hyungwon collapse to the floor. Everything in the house suddenly glitched out, and you realized what had happened.

“Hyungwon…!”

It had never occurred to you until now what could possibly happen if Hyungwon was hit with an EMP. He was an android afterall, and NexGen models only had such a small resistance. This isn’t how you thought things would end. You tried to get to him, but you were also in distress. Next thing you knew your front door was busted down and a bunch of masked individuals stormed inside. Two came over to you and grabbed you, dragging you out of the house. Although all you cared about was Hyungwon. Some of the other intruders had gone to him, and they certainly weren’t kind. He was already down, yet they felt the need to beat him.

“No…! No, don’t hurt him! Stop it! Please! Stop!”

Your cries were left unanswered, and then a bag was placed over your head, cutting your world to black. You knew you were placed in some sort of vehicle, and that’s when you did your best to cease your cries. You had no idea what was going on, but you were scared. You drove around for a while before coming to a stop and being taken out of the vehicle. Wherever you were, it was cold, but you could hear voices around you. Eventually you came to a stop and the bag was removed. You needed a moment to adjust to the light, then you were met with a familiar face, one you didn’t think you’d see again.

“Changkyun?”

“Long time no see.”

[eclectic--flower]

Been silent on this for obvious reasons

I know you'll be fine and we will wait for you!!!

I already miss him 💔💔

I hope we'll see him again really soon

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

✨️1K Followers Celebration Day 1: Monsta X bias wrecker - Hyungwon✨️

Royal Secrets

AN: Starting the week off with Hyungwon! My Monsta X bias list has been... a journey since I got into them but, he's prevailed lol. Also, the first Monsta X fic on the blog 🥳

Synopsis: You knew being in a secret relationship with the crown prince is incredibly stupid and reckless but, when he smiles at you like that and kisses you until you can barely remember how to breathe, it all seems worth it.

Heads up: Chae Hyungwon x Fem! Reader, established secret relationship, Non-Idol AU, bit of a mix between a period piece and fantasy AU, Prince! Hyungwon, Royal Seamstress! Reader, the plot is paper-thin, brief mentions of hunting, dirty talk, nipple play (f. receiving), oral sex (f. receiving), slight overstimulation (f. receiving), unprotected piv sex, creampie, brief mentions of wanting to have children towards the end and a sprinkle of angst.

Word count: 1765

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

"Someone could've seen us," you hiss against Hyungwon's lips as his hands run along your sides, and he presses you against his bedroom door.

"There wasn't anyone in the hall," he mumbles in response, his large hands running along your hips and thighs and pushing up your dress. He's usually a lot better at controlling his desires. Both of you knew you'd like be dead if anyone found out that you were sleeping with, let alone dating, the crown prince.

"I missed you," he breathes against the sensitive skin of your neck where his taken to kissing messily. "Missed you too," you gasp out, holding onto his broad shoulders to steady yourself. Eyes fluttering when he nips at you and your insides squirm when you feel him pressed against your stomach.

"I'm never going on another one of those stupid hunting trips again," he grumbles and you can't help but, laugh breathlessly at his annoyance. "You're ah t-the prince. You're ex-expected to accompany the k-king on royal hu-hunts."

"Well, I think that's idiotic. When I'm king, I'll never make my sons accompany me on some archaic societal trip, " he mutters against your skin, his breaths sending shivers down your spine. Making the wetness coating your thighs so much worse. You choose to ignore the way your stomach flips at the mention of him taking the throne one day and having children. That's a can of worms for another day.

You cup his handsome face in your hands and pull him into another world-titling kiss. Gods, you really did miss this. A sharp gasp leaves your lips when his hands knead your breasts. Desperate mewls being swallowed by him as fingers toy with your nipples through the fabric of your dress.

Hyungwon is usually the more composed one. Sending you amused grins from across the room when you become flustered seeing him in his royal attire or, biting back a smile when your shakey hands take his measurements for some or other robe you need to make for him in a room filled with people. He rarely gets like this. Not that you're exactly complaining. These past few weeks without him have been torture.

"You have no idea how much I've missed having you like this," he mutters against your throat, leaving messy kisses on whatever skin he has access to. His large hands impatiently tugging down the neckline of your dress. Before you can chastise him for not being a little more delicate, his mouth envelopes one of your sensitive nipples and all thought dissipates.

"Hy-Hyungwon," is all your brain can manage at the moment. Needy hands weaving their way into his hair and tugging. Your knees buckling dangerously when he very lightly runs his teeth along the sensitive bud. He even has the nerve to breathe out a laugh against your skin at your reaction. He's lucky you're too desperate and wet for him right now.

His other hand kneads and massages your unoccupied breast. Long fingers tugging on your nipple and pulling sounds out of you that briefly make you worried that someone might hear. He soon distracts you from that thought when his hand drags downwards, fingertips brushing against the wetness between your thighs.

"You're not wearing anything?" He asks after removing his mouth from your nipple, a barely constrained feralness in his lidded gaze. "I thought it-it would make th-things easier," you stutter out while he continues to run his fingers along you. He's being so unfair right now.

"Fuck," he practically groans. His eyes shutting momentarily as he seemingly tries to gather his bearings. Before you can concretely realise what's happening, he's impatiently pulled you onto his overly large bed. Frenzied hands tugging your dress up while he slots himself between your thighs.

You don't think you'll ever quite get used to the sight of his head buried between your thighs. You're sure almost everyone in the kingdom would have an aneurysm if they saw their prince like this. Fortunately for you, you're the only one who gets to.

Your hands fly to his hair at the first drag of his tongue. High-pitched whimpers and moans falling from your thoroughly kissed lips as Hyungwon makes it his personal mission to bring you to completion with his mouth in record time.

Hiccuped cries of his name, or what you're able to piece together of his name, fill the space of his bedroom along with the obscene sounds of him sucking and lapping at you. Your hips jolting into his face further when he runs his tongue along your entrance and his nose brushes your hypersensitive clit all the while.

Maybe it's because it's been so long or it's because your boyfriend is stupidly gifted with his mouth but, it doesn't take much for you to fall off the proverbial edge. Tremors coursing through you as he doesn't stop. Eager licking up everything you're willing to offer and keeping you firmly in place when overstimulation begins to set in.

Not stopping until he's well and truly satisfied.

Your lungs burn as you try to catch your breath once he finds it within himself to show you mercy. Despite just cumming literally seconds ago, the vision Hyungwon is makes you clench hard. Usually immaculately styled hair completely ruined by your tugging and fisting and his pretty lips coated in your arousal. His lidded, hazy gaze finding yours while his tongue chases any traces left of you on lips.

He's too much, gods.

"I should go away more often if it gets you to cum like that," he muses.

"Weren't y-you just complaining about t-the hunt not too long ago?"

"Yes, it's an awful tradition but, clearly you missing me has its benefits,"

"You know what? I didn't miss you actually if you're going to be insufferable about it,"

His answering laugh turns the butterflies in your stomach to dragons.

"Your pussy says otherwise,"

Before you can retort, he slots his mouth over yours once more. The taste of yourself on his tongue sends you further into a heady tailspin. Your hands clawing at his stupid shirt. You're sure your more professional side would be aghast at how you're treating his admittedly pristine shirt but, you can't bring yourself to care at the moment.

His smug chuckle irks you but, you can't be too annoyed when he shrugs his shirt off. Finally letting you feel his bare skin against yours while he hurriedly tugs off his bottoms as well. You'd be lying if you said his desperation isn't wildly attractive. Those weeks must've worn away at his patience.

The air in your lungs stills when you feel him tease your entrance with the head of his ridiculously pretty cock. Well, seems like he still has enough composure to tease you and make you beg. Your pride isn't worth pretending you haven't been aching for him. Missed the familiar, pleasant sting of him stretching you.

"Please," you whine, desperately clawing at his back and trying your best to entice him to just sink into you.

"Please what?"

Sometimes you wonder why you love this annoying, mean, insufferable man.

"Please fuck me," you whimper, grinding yourself against his length. Coating him with your wetness as best as you can in this position.

You try not to grin when he falters. A throaty curse leaving his lips and his cock throbbing against you.

"You're lucky I missed you," he says, usually warm eyes filled with dark promise as he sinks into you. While you appreciate his concern since it's been some time, you just wish he'd sheath himself inside of you. Letting you experience the drag of every centimetre of him.

Perhaps that's what prompts you to wrap your legs around his slim waist. Giving him (and yourself partly) little time to comprehend that he's now fully inside of you. He whines. He actually whines against your shoulder while his cock pulses. You don't think you've ever been more wet in your entire life.

"Hyungwon please. Move, please," you whimper into his ear, clutching at his broad back. That seems to snap him out of whatever daze you put him in. Fiery, lidded eyes finding yours through his hair. He fucks you without abandon. Large hands holding you to him while he kisses you so harshly that breathing comes as an afterthought. Too lost in his mouth and his hands and his pretty, long cock that always brings you to tears.

"You wanted my cock, right? Why are you whimpering and crying? This is what you've been craving, isn't it?" He bites against the shell of your ear, chuckling when you tighten around him and shudder underneath him. Before he can continue on his self-satisfied tirade you interject, "Yes, wa-wanted your cock. Miss-missed you. Love you."

He becomes frenzied then.

Picking up his pace considerably and shoving his hand between your bodies. He moans when you instinctively clamp down on him, long fingers rubbing almost frantic circles against your sensitive clit.

"Love you t-too," he stutters out between sloppy kisses. Peppering wherever his mouth is able to reach. Your neck, your cheek, your lips.

It catches you by surprise when Hyungwon cums. His hips stilling as his cum fills you. You've missed this more than you fully realised. It's warm and familiar and just him, and it doesn't take much more for you to fall apart once more right after him. His moans increasing in pitch as your walls spasm and clench and milk his hypersensitive, still cumming cock.

"You're trying to kill me," he mutters against your throat, his ragged breathing leaving goosebumps in its wake. You giggle a little deliriously, toying with the ends of his overgrown hair, "Says the man who practically fucked me within an inch of my life."

"I was just making up for lost time," he responds, smiling against your skin.

Hyungwon watches you drink your contraceptive tea. Trying his best not to get distracted by your naked form on full display.

He knows you two can't be together. Not in the ways you want to, at least. But, he's never loved anyone more in his entire life. He probably seems spoiled and naïve, but he would happily give up his crown if it meant building a home with you in the countryside. Raising children with your pretty eyes and his hair.

It's only been a year. It's going to be quite some time before he can bring himself to tell you any of this. For now, he'll have to be content with what the two of you can have.

[lavenderbexlatte]

day 14: anonymous sex

monsta x 1.9k words gender neutral reader insert Reader x Chae Hyungwon NSFW

🖤 warnings: music as a form of intimacy(?), anonymous sexual encounter, public sex🖤

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You don’t like EDM.

Or, no, it’s not that you dislike it, necessarily. You’ve just never counted the genre among your favorites. It’s unavoidable, though, as the soundtrack of choice for festivals, clubs, and TikToks alike.

And concerts, as you’re discovering tonight.

This is supposed to be a pop-rock kind of show, some band that your friend recommended, playing at a dingy little venue downtown that you frequented as a student. You were younger then, looser with the amount you drank, less concerned with the music playing and much more concerned with meeting someone cute in the crowd to take home (or, far more realistically, to just fantasize about with your friends). Bagging the lead singer for one wild night, meeting your soulmate among the sweaty throngs of moshing music fans…you’ve imagined it all, drunk and ridiculous with your friends.

But now, older and less patient and looking for a simple solo night out with good music and a reasonable number of alcoholic beverages, you’re slightly dismayed to learn that the first act you’ll have to sit through before the headlining band is a DJ.

A DJ. Not even another, lesser-known rock group. But a DJ.

It’s your own fault, you reason, for not checking the ticket listing more carefully, or scrutinizing the posters on the way in. You could have arrived later, missed the opener, and taken your time getting ready.

But you snagged a rare high-top table along the side of the open floor, which is exceptionally good luck, so maybe you’re better off having come early, after all. You’re comfortable, perched on a stool, slightly taller and far more relaxed than the milling groups of people standing around, the brave souls already crushed a few rows deep against the front barrier along the stage.

Even if you have to sit through some DJ’s lame-ass set.

Your interest is piqued, though only slightly, when the lights dim and the DJ himself walks onstage.

He’s kind of unassuming at first glance, just a tall guy in a dark hoodie and a brightly-colored jacket overtop. Even when he faces the crowd from behind his setup, he doesn’t look like much. A mop of dark hair, a small delicate face barely visible under the drooping hood of his sweatshirt.

He kind of reminds you of a turtle, if you’re being honest. The slight point to his thick (…pretty) upper lip gives him a slightly reptilian look, complete with dark tired eyes and a kind of slow precision to his movements.

He introduces himself as DJ H. ONE, which strikes you as kind of funny.

Most DJs would take the beginning of their set to plug their socials, try to hype the crowd, or do something else equally as embarrassing, but he doesn’t. No, he just gets into it, hands right at the turntables, skittering across the laptop that he carried onstage with him.

The music’s not terrible, either.

You still don’t like EDM much, though, so rather than dancing like some of the more excited people at the front of the crowd are doing, you’re just sitting there. Enjoying yourself, sure, but not exactly partying. You’ll be happier when the band comes out.

“You’re so hot!”

The call ringing up from the front row surprises you, and it seems to surprise the DJ just as much. But his bemusement passes quickly, and with a strikingly charming half-smile, he pushes the hood off and shakes out his dark hair.

He…is kind of hot, isn’t he?

It’s a small venue, and under the harsh spotlight you can clearly see how the semicircles of eyesmile stand out on his face. He’s relaxed a little bit now, it seems, as he bounces more intently to the beat that he’s manipulating, bobbing his head to the staccato bass.

The DJ’s gaze passes over the front-row crowd, the equal-opportunity party people who are getting down to his music, and then.

And then he looks at you.

He looks at you, he meets your eye, and he pauses.

You can’t figure out why, for a moment – you don’t know each other, you’ve never met, and after a quick glance downward you conclude that nothing Is noticeably wrong with your outfit – until it dawns on you.

You’re here alone, you stand out from the crowd because you’re sitting rather than standing, and you aren’t dancing. Friends have told you before that you’re capable of some intense resting bitch face, and you’ve probably been aiming it directly at the guy as you scrutinize his good looks and his musical aptitude.

He’s looking right at you, eyes unreadable even as his hands keep working the keys and knobs. He doesn’t seem offended by your lack of reaction. Rather, it seems like curiosity.

He breaks the eye contact, focus returning to the task at hand. He tilts his head to the side, telegraphing his careful consideration.

The song changes, the hard beat he’d been throwing down melting away into something smoother, more melodic, an R&B kind of sway. A few whoops of approval come up from the crowd, taking in the new atmosphere.

But the DJ simply looks back at you.

There’s a question in the shrug of his shoulders, and you’re a little self-conscious that he’s even asking.

This is better, you have to admit to yourself. The sultry slow jams are usually your pick over the loud club bangers, hence your general disinterest in EDM. But this guy is playing a game, and you can’t let him win so easily.

You cross your arms over your chest, and you fix him with a flat look. You can’t help the grin that creeps onto your face, though, as he takes in your stubborn dismissal and nods resolutely.

The music changes again, and this time it’s reggaeton.

You laugh.

Why this DJ has decided that pleasing one particular audience member is his main priority for the night, you can’t fathom. But that’s what he’s doing. It’s undoubtable now. He’s trying to get a reaction out of you, feeling out what kind of music you like.

Suddenly, all the fantasies that your younger self had conjured in this very room, the silly and impossible trysts with artists and rockstars, seem very much possible.

You’d laughed at the sudden left turn, but as the DJ smiles at you, baring small even teeth and wrinkling his nose delicately, you shake your head. If he’s looking for music that’s your style, he hasn’t found it.

His set has to be coming to an end, soon. He’s been onstage for nearly 20 minutes, somehow.

He’s still looking at you, eyes gleaming. You raise your bare wrist and tap it, as if showing him a watch face. Time’s up, dude.

The DJ gives you another nod. He grins even wider.

The reggaeton fades away, replaced with the familiar guitar-heavy opening of a song. Even so, it takes you a few bars to recognize exactly what you’re hearing.

When you put it together, you laugh again, harder. It’s a song by the band that you’re here to see that got heavy radio play a few years back, popular enough that even you, a casual fan by the loosest definition, know every word. It’s remixed, of course, but the crowd goes absolutely wild with anticipation. Smart.

The slightly smug look on the DJ’s face makes you want to be contrary for the sake of the game, though, so you shrug through your laughter. It’s a mixed message since you can’t help but sway along to the music, but that’s fine.

He hasn’t spoken for the duration of the set, but as the last chorus of the song comes around, he reaches for the microphone.

“Getting excited?”

His voice is deep, slightly nasal, and tinged with a kind of whine that makes you wonder what other tones he can take on, in other situations.

The crowd whoops back, a little half-hearted, but he grins. “I can tell.”

You’ve never encountered a person of so few words, because he doesn’t say anything else as he taps and mixes his way through the end of the track. And it ends, resounding, as the DJ pulls his hood back up and settles it carelessly over his dark shaggy hair.

“You’ve been great,” he says, leaning into the microphone as he disconnects his laptop from the rest of the system. “Catch you later.”

It’s a casual goodbye, and you’d be a little disappointed to see him go, except for the fact that he sends you another grin and a little nod toward the opposite corner of the room. Toward the backstage access door, you realize.

He can’t be serious.

Despite the daydreams you’ve made in this room over the years, despite your deep fascination with this man and his intentions, you don’t want to look overeager. You really don’t want to go running to the stage door like a teenage groupie, no matter how interesting or cute of a guy is trying to link up.

The stage crew takes away the DJ setup, and lowers the arrangement for the band. The instruments come out, and the lights cycle through a quick test.

And then the headlining band comes on, with no sign of your DJ.

Must not’ve been that serious.

You’ll enjoy the concert, anyway. Comfortable at your high-seater table, with a drink and a good view over the bouncing crowd, you settle in for the rest of the night.

About three songs into the set, there’s a hand on your shoulder. You turn around, expecting a drunk girl doing whatever it is drunk girls do but not-so-secretly hoping-

The DJ.

Smiling, standing there just behind your seat. He says something, but you can’t hear him over the roar of the band. You just regard him for a moment, his pretty face and his dark hoodie.

It would be a shame to lose this prime seat, and even more of a shame to miss the main act that you paid to see.

You stand up, carefully check that you have all your belongings, and you walk toward the exit.

He's behind you, all the way. You can hear his footsteps. But before you can make it to the outside door, there's a hand on your shoulder, slim fingers and heavy rings.

"You actually trying to dip out?" he asks.

"Did you want me to stay?"

He shrugs broad shoulders, peering at you from under his hood. "If you wanted."

It's not even a closet, but a hallway.

Backstage, mostly dark, dingy crushed velvet on the walls. An ill-kempt attempt at luxury, smelling strongly of cigarette smoke and dust.

It feels kind of nice against you, though, as your DJ crowds you between it and himself.

Hurried, is the word for it. His jeans are down just enough, your bottoms moved out of the way. Both of you still fully dressed. There's no time for formalities, no need for more intimacy than this. His attention from the stage was like foreplay, and his fingers up your thigh, between your legs, was even more.

When he buries himself in you, you swear you see stars.

"Don't you wanna tell me your name?" he asks, into your hair.

You wonder wryly if he wants a name to moan. Something to hold onto, while he loses himself in you.

You fix his hoodie on top of his fluffy hair, brush your fingers down his face.

"Ask me next time."

[biffhofosho]

Prisoner to Temptation | Epilogue

Putting a cut here for my beloved @starlightfantasy​ so as not to spoil things for her. :D

Word Count: 2k (I know, short but super sweet)

A/N: I really should have known that taking a mental break from finishing this story would have disrupted the flow of the universe as we know it, and now we’ve all been made to suffer through the extraordinary stellar beauty of half-naked Chae Hyungwon. He really did that and he did that for me. And, here, I foolishly deluded myself into thinking that I was the one controlling the pain around here. Hyungwon’s had all of the power all along... He compelled me to stay up until 2AM to publish this so I didn’t miss the final week after all.

Anyway, onward toward our happy ending!

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The royal wing rang with shrieks of pain and howls of agony so loudly that most corners of the palace grounds had been pierced, too. At the epicenter, in the former bedroom of the Princess Supreme, they were most shrill. There, Naran was propped against her headboard, her hands gripping two straps tethered to the ceiling as a pair of mid-wives pressed back her knees. Sweat poured down the princess’s face, and her thin cotton robe clung to her body.

“It is time, Your Majesty,” said a squat, wizened woman, with her own sweat-peppered brow and wise eyes.

Empress Indeok turned her attention to her daughter-in-law, though the princess couldn’t seem to focus her gaze on anything in the room. In her firm, soothing voice, the empress said, “Naran, are you ready to welcome your baby to the world?”

“No, I want Saran. Where’s Saran?” demanded the frazzled princess.

Hyungwon mopped a fresh cloth along his wife’s forehead as he answered, “She’s still a week out, darling, remember?”

Naran’s eyes widened to their limit as panic overtook her. She shook her head frantically. “No! I have to wait for her! She has to be here. We can wait, right?”

“Your Highness,” warned the mid-wife, “you must keep Her Grace calm.”

“And just how do I do that?” he snapped. “She’s suffering so.”

“Talk to your wife, Your Highness. She will need you to help her through this,” the old woman urged.

Hyungwon grabbed the support ties by Naran’s hand, and the princess immediately snapped the trap to clench his hand, too. With his free hand, he brushed his wife’s sodden bangs from her forehead as he praised her, “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are right now?”

“Liar,” snarled Naran though she squeezed his hand urgently.

“You’re having our baby. What could be more beautiful in the whole world?”

“Wonnie, I’m so scared.”

“As am I, my love, but it’s a good kind of scary, isn’t it?”

Indeok rubbed Naran’s forearm as she added, “It is terrifying, but in a few minutes, it will be perfect. You’ll be a family.”

The princess let out a pained sob but nodded. “Please do not leave me, Mother.”

A single tear slipped from the corner of the empress’s eye as she laid a reassuring hand on the princess’s enormous stomach. “I swear it then.”

“Your Highness,” said one of the younger midwives to Naran, “it is time to push.”

The panic was back in Naran’s voice as she jolted up. “How?”

The old woman who knelt between the princess’s legs gently guided her ankles back a bit higher and wider as she continued in a sturdy, confident voice, “Bear down as hard as you can and trust what nature tells you to do. Do not forget to breathe, Your Highness.”

Naran’s terrified eyes whipped up to her husband. Sweat dripped into them, making them itch, but Hyungwon was quick to wipe it away.

“You’re ready, my love. You can do it,” he assured.

“I can’t. I can’t. It hurts. You’ve no idea how much.”

“You’re right, I do not, but you are the most fearsome person I have ever met, Naran. You can do anything. Squeeze my hand as hard as you can. Hurt me if you must. I’m right here.”

The princess looked at her husband, who had never looked surer of anything in his life. Her hand tightened around his tighter and tighter and tighter, and though her nails bit into his skin until creases formed at the edge of his eyes, Hyungwon’s support did not waver.

At last, Naran announced, “I am ready.”

“Push, Your Grace,” urged the midwife, and Naran let out a grunt and a wail as her eyes winched shut until she saw blooms of white like dandelion seeds exploding in the wind.

“Breathe,” Hyungwon whispered in that reassuring rasp that she loved.

The princess gulped for breath, and as the other midwife counted down on her fingers, the one stationed between her legs said, “Push!”

Another round and then another and then another. Each time, the agony intensified until Naran was nothing but a bundle of straining muscles and raw nerves.

“There’s the head!” the midwife rejoiced at length.

Naran’s head sagged back on her shoulders. It wasn’t the pain that overwhelmed so much as it was the intensity of the whole experience. Her body felt distended to its max. She wanted to curl in on herself like a pill bug to escape, but there was an even more pressing need to purge herself. Her body had not been her own for months on end, and it was fighting tooth and nail to reclaim itself.

“Wonnie,” she whimpered, “I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”

He kissed her then and turned his hand in hers to hold it properly. His soothing gaze met her strung-out one, and already, she felt strength welling in her again. He smiled then and said, “It’s almost over, darling. We’re finally going to meet our baby.”

“Yeah…” she said breathlessly.

“And when you teach it Moghul, you’ll teach me, too, right?”

“Push, Your Highness!”

Naran screamed a yes through another squeeze as the midwives readied the room for the baby’s arrival.

Hyungwon continued combing his wife’s bangs back from her forehead as he continued, “And when our child is old enough, we will ride back to Moghulikhan.”

“I was born... On a horse... You know,” she managed through gritted teeth.

“I know.”

“One more!” the midwife commanded again as she pressed back the princess’s knees, and this time, as Naran gulped for breath and winched her eyes shut, she funneled what was left of her strength into her belly muscles. At last, the pressure released, and as soon as it did, she felt her bones turn to jelly. She sank into the bed with an incredulous sob and a drunken laugh, and when she glanced up, Hyungwon was crying.

“My love?” Naran said weakly.

Only then did the shrill cry pierce her foggy brain.

Their baby had arrived.

“It's a girl, Your Highnesses!” one of the midwives proclaimed.

Again, Naran looked nervously to her husband, but the enormous smile on his face was equaled only by the day she had told him she loved him too. Wet tracks glistened on his cheeks as the midwives handed their daughter to the prince. The bundle was small and tight, but the wails were earsplitting, yet it was the most resplendent sound she had ever heard in her whole life. The princess couldn't see her baby's face, but she didn't need to. She saw her husband's. Every curve of Hyungwon’s face was as soft and puffy as a cloud and just as bright as he rocked the bundle in his arms.

“She's beautiful, like a little star,” he whispered. It was nearly drowned out by the baby's cries, but Naran heard it all the same. “Just like her mother.”

The midwives finished cleaning up the princess, and Naran barely had the strength to do anything other than stare at her new family beside her. The eldest midwife rattled off instructions for the prince, who nodded and hummed as though he were listening though his eyes never left his daughter. The midwife grinned as she grabbed a wet cloth and dabbed the baby's face clean before she returned to the princess.

As the sheets were tucked around the princess's waist, the grandmotherly midwife said, “Congratulations, Your Highnesses. May she be as strong and gentle and beloved as the two of you are.”

“She’s already beloved,” murmured the prince.

He bowed to the midwives and, at last, laid their daughter on Naran’s breast, its scrunched and angry face huffing out rattling breaths that soothed with every beat of its mother’s heart. A moment later, Hyungwon crawled into the empty space beside Naran and joined her head on the pillow so they could both stare at the little moon face who had finally stopped screaming. His arm wrapped around his wife’s waist as he pressed his forehead to hers.

“Welcome to the world, little princess,” cooed the empress as she tickled her finger under the baby’s chin. There was marvel in Indeok’s eyes as she whispered, “A granddaughter… How lovely. I always wanted a little girl. She’s perfect.”

“She is,” echoed Hyungwon.

Naran nodded, a drowsy smile pasted on her lips. Her words were slurred with both exhaustion and love as she said, “Someone please tell my Magda, though, no doubt her ear is already at the door.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, My Lady!” came the trembling proclamation through the wall along with the telltale hiccup of poorly controlled sobs of joy.

Indeok laughed and kissed all three of her loved ones on the forehead before she stood, smoothed out her hanbok, wiped another round of tears from her eyes, and headed for the door. “I will share the good news with the palace. You three stay here and fall deeper in love.”

“My mother,” laughed Hyungwon, “ever the poet.”

“Yes, well, I have much to write about these days, do I not? I will send for some fresh cold water and some nourishment. Congratulations, Your Highnesses,” said the empress with a deep bow for the two generations behind her.

“Thank you, Mother,” Naran said weakly though it was with a grateful smile.

With that, Indeok slipped out, and the last thing the princess saw before the door closed was Magda’s red face bloated with tears and a toothy grin.

“Saran is going to be so disappointed she missed this,” murmured the princess.

“How can she be disappointed with such a mesmerizing creature here to greet her?”

Naran smiled and sighed effervescently.

“How are you feeling, my love?” Hyungwon asked.

“Exhausted and very sore, but never better.”

“Whatever you need, just tell me,” he urged.

“A kiss?” suggested the princess, tearing her eyes away from the squirming, huffing bundle on her chest to her husband’s glowing face.

The prince planted a lingering kiss on her lips before he nuzzled his nose along hers, and then they returned their loving gazes to their new baby.

“What shall we name her?” asked Naran, entranced.

“How about something Moghul?”

She gawked at her husband. “You want to name a Goryeon princess something Moghul? The Emperor will laugh us out of the realm.”

“You’re still here, Princess Narangerel,” he teased.

“Yes, but I walked into this role. I wasn’t born into it, and I’m certainly not the granddaughter to the mighty Emperor Gongmin.”

Hyungwon scoffed playfully. “By the time Goryeon Court gets done with its thirty million ceremonies, our little star will be gifted another thirty million names of distinction. She is ours and her name should be a special gift from us.”

“I love you,” Naran blurted suddenly.

The prince kissed her again, slowly and gently, careful not to wake the tiny pink bean now slumbering. When he pulled back, he said, “So, is that a yes to a Moghul name?”

“Absolutely yes, and I think I have the perfect one.”

“Let me hear it, my darling.”

“Odgerel.”

Hyungwon tested it out on his lips, and by the last syllable, the name had curled them into a smile. “What does it mean?”

“Well, my name means sunlight, my sister’s, moonlight, and Odgerel means starlight. I thought since you have called us both your little star—”

“I love it. It’s brilliant.”

“You do?” Naran asked excitedly.

The prince nodded. “It’s a name fit for a princess of two realms, but more importantly, a name fit for our little princess. Odgerel.”

“Odgerel,” repeated the Princess Supreme as she studied the scrunched face of her daughter. With a happy sigh, Naran said, “She has your button nose.”

Hyungwon grinned a wonky grin and tightened his arm around his girls. “You think so?”

“Mm, definitely. I loved that nose the moment I saw it,” his wife said as she kissed him on its rounded tip.

“Naran?”

“Hm?” she murmured, her eyelids drooping with every passing blissful second.

“This is the happiest day of my life.”

“Mm, mine too…” said she as she drifted in and out. “I love you, Wonnie.”

The prince kissed both his princesses’ crowns then, and with the last of her consciousness, Naran heard her husband whisper, “I love you more than anything, my lights of my life.”

A/N: I hope I fulfilled my promises to you and delivered the fluffy, joyous ending our leads deserved. At over 125k, we can add another tally to my MX archives of excessive indulgence. I know there’s a serious lack of chapter Hyungwon fics out there (why??? He’s so deserving of adventures and romance and happyhappyhappy endings. Where are you, my fellow writers??? *sob*), so I’m super-duper happy to have contributed something now for other people who resent this, too.

Now for my love song to you, my reader friends:

I can’t emphasize enough how grateful I am to have journeyed with so many of you to our happily ever after here. When I started this story, I knew it was going to special to me (because Hyungwon is special to me), but I had no idea it would be so special to so many of you. Through Hyungwon and Naran, I have gotten to meet many of my readers, including those of you who prefer lurking in peace yet still reached out to tell me you enjoyed the story. Thank you all for including me in your reading experience! I feel privileged. <3 I write everything with love, so I’m thrilled that so many of you felt that.

I promise I have lots more inspiration and even motivation (*coughs* GQ behind-the-scenes *coughs*). The MX community is comparatively so quiet despite how large and international its fanbase actually is, so I feel the compulsion to continue to contribute on the regular. I’ll have four more October stories coming down the pike, but in the interim, I also have the completion of Neo Seoul, a few other oneshots I have so close to completion, a Changkyun chapter fic I’m honestly pretty jazzed about, another Hyungwon chapter fic inspired by Cowboy Bebop of all things, and another OT7 embarrassing smutfest, too, eheh. Count on more universes, themes, and new styles, too—but no second person (but y’all know that by this point haha). I hope you find a few more things you can enjoy with me. <3

Signing off from the prosperous, optimistic, and happy capital of Namgyeong,

Biff Hofosho ;)

[monfixity]

Rush - Chae Hyungwon

Summary: As a surprise, Hyungwon didn’t tell you about his new job offer, but as he woke up the next day only to realise that he forgot to turn on the alarm he was in a rush. Now he was scared to be late. Thankfully, he had you.  

Hyungwon finally managed to get a modelling job at Vogue Korea. He will be on the cover for the new months of Vogue Korea. In addition, he will have an interview talking about the future of Monsta X, military enlistment, and private life.

He looked forward to this and hasn’t told you anything because he wanted to surprise you with photos. But now that he woke up in an empty bed and it was already 9 am and he had the meeting at 10:30 he realised he should have told you. You could have woken him up making sure he wasn’t going to be late.

Hyungwon got up fast and ran towards the bathroom to take a shower. He put on the navy blue suit pants and grey wool pullover. He put some cream on his face and ran out of the bedroom and was met by you holding up a bag and a bottle.

“I heard you rushing to the bathroom and swearing so I assumed you were late. This is coffee and, in the bag, I put some sandwiches,” you said smiling.

Hyungwon walked over and took the bag and bottle and kissed you. “I don’t deserve you.” he smiled.

“You do. And now hurry up or you’ll be late for whatever appointment.” you pushed him towards the door.

“I will be back for dinner, around 9.” he put on his jacket.

“Alright. Have fun.” you grinned and waved him goodbye.

 Hours later, Hyungwon arrived home and saw you lying on the couch. He smiled and put the envelope with the photos on the counter to take off his jacket and shoes. After he did that he took the envelope and crawled onto the couch next to you. You smiled at him and kissed him as he leaned in. “Were you still on time?”

“Yes, thanks to my great wife.” Hyungwon sat down and held the envelope to you. “This is the appointment I had today.

You sat up a little and took the envelope and took out the inside and saw modelling photos and the writing of Vogue. Your eyes widened and you looked happily towards Hyungwon who grinned. “You finally have a contract with Vogue?” you beamed.

“Yes! After today’s session, they decided to employ me as a model for future events as well.” Hyungwon happily announced.

“I am so happy for you! You really wanted to work for Vogue for a long time.” you started. “And they would have missed a good model if they had let you go,” you added, looking through the photos. “Can’t believe this attractive man is my husband.”

Hyungwon chuckled. “You have the ring on your finger as a reminder, and you also carry my name, Mrs Chae,” he smirked, and you chuckled.

“Oh, and what are these writings?” you held them up.

“This is the interview they will release. You can read through them while I make myself something to eat.” he started to get up.

“Your dinner is in the oven; dessert is in the fridge.” you looked up over the papers you were holding.

“I can’t believe this amazing woman is my wife.” he smiled.

“You have the ring on your finger as a reminder, and I also carry your name Mr Chae.” you chuckled as he laughed and shook his head.

He walked over and took the dinner and dessert sat down at the table and started eating. From time to time, he watched you read through the interview.

You were amazed by the answers, and how well he answered them, sometimes you even beamed because you had no idea, he was feeling this way.

 MC: Hyungwon have you ever thought about having children with your wife?

Hyungwon: Totally. I always say I want to have two children, but the last decision will my wife make. It’s her body after all and I won’t decide for her. But I thought about it. Just haven’t talked about it with her. Maybe I should do it after this interview before the release.

MC: Yes, because we totally will release every word you say.

Hyungwon: I wouldn’t want it any other way.

 MC: How is your marriage so far? Any regrets?

Hyungwon: None, marrying her was the best decision I’ve ever made. She blesses me every single day. Just this morning, I slept in and forgot my alarm. I was almost late, but she made me breakfast and coffee while I was getting ready. So, I was still on time.

MC: That sounds like an amazing woman.

Hyungwon: Oh, the best. I love her very much and the world can know that.

MC: Oh, we can see it the way you talk about her and your eyes shine.

 You looked up and met his eyes. “Which part did you read?” Hyungwon asked.

“I just finished them all,” you responded. “And the Children and the marriage one.” you started. You got up and walked over to him, hugging him from behind. “I want to have children with you. And two really don’t sound that bad.” you kissed his cheek, as he leaned into your embrace. “Don’t feel pressured, you really don’t have to have children with me.”

You walked to the front, and he made space so you could sit down on his lap. “But I want to have them with you. I thought about it as well but never admitted it to you. You can ask Kihyun, he knows about it.” you admitted.

“You told Kihyun about it?” he stroked your cheek.

“Yes, he is my best friend after all. And he told me I should tell you but somehow never found the time,” you admitted.

“Now we have. And we agree on that one.” Hyungwon smiled.

“Yes, that we do.” you stroked the hair on the back of his head. “And the marriage one. I love you so much. And I also never regret marrying you. I am so glad that I never listened to the people who warned me because, after all this time, I still love you as I did on day one. I still want to spend the rest of my life with you. And I still don’t regret anything as everyone predicted the contrary.” you smiled.

“I am glad to hear this because I plan to get old next to you. I won’t ever let you go, no matter what others say.” Hyungwon put his arms around you and pulled you towards him.

“Good, because my plan is the same,” you whispered, looking into Hyungwon’s eyes, still stroking the hair on the back of his head.

Hyungwon picked you up bridal style as he got up. “What are you doing?” he carried you towards the bedroom.

“Trying for the family,” Hyungwon said as he laid you down carefully.

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Forgetful Memories

Word count; 7,318

Fandom; Monsta X

Pairing; Son Hyunwoo X Reader (Sunyoung) Lee Minhyuk X Reader.

Characters; Son Hyunwoo, Lee Minhyuk, Lee Hoseok, Yoo Kihyun, Chae Hyungwon, Lee Jooheon & IM Changkyun

Warning; Angst, Jealousy, Slight Domestic Violence, Slight Cheating, Slight Suicidal thoughts, Manipulation, Supernatural powers & Sex.

Notes; Happy Birthday Hyunwoo ❤️😘

“But it hurts,” Hyungwon whined pleading with his friend Hyunwoo. “I don’t think you understand what your asking for,” he reply’s patting his friends shoulder. “I do, I know your skills, your power,” Hyungwon whispers eyes widened. “Once they are gone I can’t get them back. Not even if I wanted to,” Hyunwoo said sternly. Hyungwon knew the elder hated using the gift he somehow was thrown upon. All he remembered was waking in the dark underground derelict tunnels of Seoul. Kihyun had found him scared lost alone and his memory’s wiped. The younger had revealed that he somehow had great powers to remove memory’s. Teaching him how to safely remove them for good purposes especially ones that healed broken hearts. “But I don’t know how long I can continue to live with this pain,” Hyungwon said looking pained. “You said a few months and it’s been that now. She’s all I can think of, breathe even,” he added with tears slipping down his face. “Fine,” Hyunwoo relented sitting up as he breathed in deeply. Helping friends when he wasn’t sure losing memory’s including good times was a positive thing. “You know,”, “their is risks I could lose other memory’s,”,”I know,” Hyungwon said desperately cutting him off. “Let me prep,” Hyunwoo said standing to his feet.

Dipping his fingers in to the Frankincense oil, Hyunwoo sprinkles it over Hyungwon. The settling music to relax both their mind settles them both. Another coating of the aroma, the chants fill the air as he press both index fingers to his friends Temple. Rushed memory’s fills his mind, heart warming of love when they first met. The happiness and joy during their time together, before the pain of the break up. Feeling the vibration of pain attack Hyungwon’s body, Hyunwoo focuses on sucking every one out till the last. The pain and anger of the situation befallen him. Images of the room being thrown in fits of rage was horrible to view. It was one of the reasons he hated doing this for people he cared about. Gritting his teeth he abstracted the final memory of his friends pain. Imagining his violet aura he helped to plunge happiness into the cracks of the missing memory. Absorbing the emptiness and confusion that would have occurred. Panting he stepped back as he looked at the relaxed features on the younger’s face. Wobbling slightly he leaned on the wall, Hyungwon’s pain still cursing through him. “You ok?” Hyungwon said with concern. “You not well?” He asked as his hands fell to Hyunwoo’s shoulders. “Tired, long day at work,” he replied being relieved it seemingly was successful. “What was we talking about?” Hyungwon looked at his friend confused. “You was telling me about your work friends wedding that’s coming up,” Hyunwoo slipped out remembering his plus one invite that brought his woes to you. “Ahh yes so it’s clear I need more clothing brought in. Fancy a bit of retail therapy,” he asked bending for a sip of water.

Before Hyunwoo could respond the door opened as their friend Minhyuk arrived, gift in arms. “Happy birthday Hyung,” he said throwing his arm tenderly around Hyunwoo. “Thanks,” he replied bashfully as Hyungwon’s eyes widened in horror. “Hyung I’m so sorry I completely forgot,” Hyungwon leapt up off the sofa, wobbling that Hyunwoo realised he hadn’t fully recovered from his memory alteration. Minhyuk rushed to his side with concern. It was like he knew automatically as he tilted towards the elder. “You ok? you seem like your a little unwell,” He said letting his hands brush along Hyungwon’s forehead. “I’m fine, I think maybe it’s because I haven’t eaten,” Hyungwon said as he forced himself out Minhyuk’s hold. “I will be fine after I’ve eaten something I’m sure,” Hyungwon said as Minhyuk’s eyes brushed Hyunwoo’s sheepish ones. “Call me for that shopping date,” Hyungwon said walking off a little light stepped then normal.

“You took his memory’s of her away didn’t you?” Minhyuk snapped as soon as the door shut. “Minhyuk please,” Hyunwoo said as he walked to the kitchen in the hope liquor would calm his friend a little. “You swore you wouldn’t do that to a friend,” Minhyuk growled following behind. “He was in pain what did you want me to do?” Hyunwoo snapped as he reached for the whisky. “There is a third person in this or do you never care for the person wiped from their mind,” Minhyuk said with pain in his face. “Look, Hyungwon has been harassing me for months. He needed this now, their was plenty of time for a reunion. It just didn’t happen because he’s clearly meant for someone else,” Hyunwoo said filling the glasses. “But those memories she might have cherished,” Minhyuk said much more calmer. “If you was in his mind and saw the pain he was in you wouldn’t have cared for her memory’s,” he said with haunted eyes as Minhyuk breathed in deeply. “He was slowly losing himself, his depression was crippling him,” Hyunwoo said with fear that made a shiver fall upon Minhyuk. “But how are you feeling?” Minhyuk said seemingly given up his fight. “Exhausted like i always am,” Hyunwoo replied passing his friend his drink? “That’s why I got you this,” Minhyuk said passing the gift in his hand to him. “You really didn’t need to,” Hyunwoo said as he started peeling the paper off. “You won’t say that once you’ve opened,” Minhyuk said with excitement. Hyunwoo looked puzzled when he found the brown metal band ring. It looked like costume jewellery from an medieval fancy dress costume. “I saw Kihyun I told him you was exhausted after your sessions. He past me two of these, it means you get strength from me when your weakened,” Minhyuk said smiling as Hyunwoo felt gratitude towards him. “Wow that’s really thoughtful, thanks,” he said as he placed the ring on. Minhyuk showed him his version of the ring. With the twiddling of his fingers Hyunwoo felt a warm rush of energy charge at you. “Wow I felt that,” he said Before looking to his friend concerned. “How do you feel?” Hyunwoo questioned as Minhyuk smiled his way. “Nothing I don’t feel anything. You sure it’s working?” Minhyuk said before looking back to his fingers. “So you don’t feel weakened from passing me your strength?” Hyunwoo said holding on to Minhyuk’s hands lost in the excitement. Sessions of his mind alterations had weakened Hyunwoo each time. The thoughts that he didn’t have to suffer alone brought so much peace.

Moments like this had made him grateful that Kihyun had allowed Minhyuk to be aware of his powers. It meant that their was some one he could confide in, but also that could help when he felt weakened by his powers.

“Please Hyung,” the concerned voice of his friend filled the air as Hyunwoo’s hands fell to his thighs as he closed his eyes to his dilemma. “You was the one who told me to always think of your friends and who they could be removing. What has changed?” Hyunwoo said opening his eyes in the hope to change his friends mind. “She’s in pain hyung, I can’t bare it,” he said with sorrowful eyes. “Minhyuk you know the complications, you have always been against them even when I’ve been the one who couldn’t bare it. Look at Hyungwon just last month,” He said in hope to convince him to drop his pleas. “He abused her, it wouldn’t even be safe to go back,” Minhyuk said with fear. “That makes it worse, how is she to remember the danger she could walk back into,” Hyunwoo said standing to his feet. “Her memory is what keeps her forgiving him. The love she shares it’s like she prays she can change him. He’s going to kill her eventually if she keeps going back,” Minhyuk said with shaky breath. “If you can remove the memory’s, that love…. I will keep an eye on her make sure she doesn’t return back to him,” Minhyuk pleaded. “Your in love with her aren’t you?” Hyunwoo asked, not too sure why his throat burned with those words. “No, I just want to keep her safe I swear,” he replied standing to take his elders hand in his. Minhyuk’s eyes fell into his and Hyunwoo breathed almost in pain at the turmoil he faced. “Fine let me meet her first, I want to analyse everything,” Hyunwoo said with an uneasy feeling. “Hyung but you,” , “have to be discrete I know, I’m not a fool Lee Minhyuk,” Hyunwoo said turning his back on his friend. His mind crusading an attack of fearful consequences he couldn’t explain.

“What if he doesn’t like me?” Sunyoung said with worry as her close friend dragged her towards Hyunwoo’s home. “Babe trust me, he will love you,” Minhyuk said brushing his hands along the straying hair in her eyes. “He’s gently approachable, and you, your amazing,” Minhyuk said as his fingers dragged along her jawline as she smiled her beautiful cat shaped eyes his way. “I forgot I got you a gift,” he said passing her a small box. “What is this Minhyuk,” she said with anticipation. “It’s just something I saw that made me think of you,” he replied as his hands fell to her shoulder. Opening a beautiful Purple Lotus flower broach, it dazzled from the sunlight. “Wow it’s really beautiful,” she said looking between her gift and Minhyuk’s happy eyes. “You are the sweetest,” she added as she leaned up on her toes to place a single kiss on his cheek. “When I saw this I thought how beautiful it would compliment you,” he said taking it from the box. His fingers delicately touching the flower shapes. Stumbling slightly she looked at him with concern. “Baby,” she squealed with worry as she held his arms. “Just it’s such a hot day,” he gasped slightly as she looked to the sun. “Well let’s get out this heat,” Sunyoung smiled. “I haven’t fixed this yet,” Minhyuk said shaking himself off. Piercing the broach into her top, he smiled at her as his fingers raked over it once more. “Aargh,” Sunyoung cried as she dropped her drink, her hands falling to her head. “Sunyoung,” Minhyuk cried out as he threw his arms around her. “What’s up?” He asked with concern as she looked slightly dazed. “Baby?“ he called with his hands cupping her face to look at him. “I don’t know, I don’t think I feel so great you know,” she said looking up at him with sorrow in her eyes. “Let’s get you upstairs, he will be able to help I’m sure,” Minhyuk whispered reassuringly. Looking at his dark calming eyes she nodded before taking his hand to make their way up.

Sunyoung was timid, Hyunwoo could see the tale signs of her abuse. The refusal of eye contact. She seem wary and almost a stench of confusion attacked him. He was feeling all sorts of emotions from her that it was unsettling. Finally understanding why Minhyuk had come despite his feeling of Hyunwoo’s talent he agreed. She didn’t take much persuasion believing that Hyunwoo could use meditation to make her feel stronger. Minhyuk sat opposite them, his anxiety filling the air making Hyunwoo more uncomfortable. “Can you leave us be for a while please. I can feel your concern from here it’s distressing,” Hyunwoo demanded as Minhyuk reluctantly agreed . “It’s ok, your safe,” Hyunwoo says to calm Sunyoung from Minhyuk’s removal. Nodding she relaxed back into the chair as Hyunwoo’s eyes find the broach. Was this a romantic gesture? Was it brought from her former lover? Why did he feel so very unsettled around the object? Shaking his head to dislodge the interrupting emotions he was currently feeling. His fingers dipped into the frankincense. Setting the session up as usual before pressing his fingers to her temple.

A smell of darkness abrupted his nose as he felt suffocated by the intoxicating atmosphere. His body feeling the punches from her former lover. Choking as he struggled under the overwhelming trauma she had experienced. Fighting for the light to bring her peace was hard. Each time he tried to bring it over them both a flash of darkness would attack. Whimpering as she also struggled, fear fell upon Hyunwoo as he fought under the pressure. “Hyung,” you heard from the corner of the room the sound of your worried friend. “Let me help please,” he pleaded rushing towards his elder having re-entered the room. “What do I do?” Minhyuk’s said, his shakey hand over lapping Hyunwoo’s. “Imagine a violet light,” Hyunwoo whimpered as his eyes opened slightly to see Minhyuk obey. Having him by his side seemed to have done the trick, the violent shine fighting easier against the darkness. However, as it finally shone around you, it was like the power was overwhelming, throwing you back. Hitting your head on the Floor by the impact, your eyes briefly saw the same for the others as your eyes shut. What had you done? Had it gone wrong?

Waking up to Changkyun shaking him as he looks relieved from Hyunwoo opening his eyes. “Thank god your ok,” he said stepping back. “What happened?” Hyunwoo spluttered as he sat up to view Jooheon over Minhyuk and Hoseok gently attempting to wake Sunyoung. “We was hoping you could tell us,” Jooheon said as he shook Minhyuk’s unconscious body. “We got a message from Minhyuk telling us to hurry here,” Hoseok said as he seemed to have given up waking Sunyoung. “They’re breathing though,” Jooheon said as Changkyun held his hand to the elder. Standing wearily Hyunwoo took himself to check on the young lady. Fingers falling to her pulse he sighed a breath relief to feel it beating beneath his tips. “I told you they both are breathing, but they look like something knocked them out,” Jooheon spluttered. “The ambulance will be here soon,” Hoseok said reassuringly. Hyunwoo hands fell to Sunyoung’s chest as he shook her knocking the broach that scratched his skin. Yelping he looked to the small bleeding cut as he felt wearily once more. Breathing hard he felt suffocation attack again. But instead of Sunyoung’s memories they was his own.

His eyes falling to her in university, heart racing every time she spoke to him.

Words of arranging their first date, the nerves attacking till they eased of her acceptance.

The warmth in his hand when his hands met hers the first time.

Hyunwoo’s hands fell to his heart as if he was struggling to breathe. “Hyung,” Changkyun cried as his hands rested on his shoulder concerned.

“I love you Sunyoung,” slipped from Hyunwoo’s lips as she was standing outside the door from the date. Her head tilting with confusion as if she misheard. “I’ve loved you since I first met you,” Hyunwoo confessed as his heart beat from the smile on her face. Leaping up towards him her lips fell on his as they kissed for the first time. Though she hadn’t repeated the words back to him, he was happy she had accepted his.

Hyunwoo’s fingers fell upon his lips as he looked at Sunyoung’s sleeping face. Jooheon’s worried features in his view being almost invisible.

Working out at the gym as he struggled with his ever growing manhood when she bent down to tie her shoe laces. The wink in her eyes told him she was teasing him. He was anxious to take her virginity and had put it off. While she thought her hints wasn’t loud enough she became frustrated. “Do I have to initiate everything around here?” She said standing up to raise her beautiful eyes Hyunwoo’s way. The shape of her cat eyes captured her beauty that stole his breath. “What do you mean?” he choked as she chuckled her angelic laughter. “That maybe we should make that next move,” She said brushing her hand down his ripped body. Brushing further his hardened tent in his boxers, he let a moan escape. “What here?” He gasped shocked as he looked around the empty gym. Her deep laughter stole his attention back as she shook her head amused. “Well if you fancy it, but I meant when we get home,” she chuckled.

“I think he’s broken,” Changkyun’s voice pierced attempted to break his memory’s. The concerning voices of his friends falling back to inaudible as his mind continued to race the new memory’s he finally sought.

Door smashing into the wall from Hyunwoo’s desperate passion now he decided to let himself loose on her. Lips, tongues and teeth clashing as their hands couldn’t stop exploring each others body’s. Cradling her, he took her to the bedroom tossing her on the bed. The impact harsh as he apologised before she reassured him she was fine. Tearing each others clothing between hasty kisses that Hyunwoo almost died that second. Her pretty perky breasts standing to attention as he inwardly groaned with how much his cock was strained. Like a crazed animal devouring his prey it wasn’t long before he was between her legs. The feeling of himself being crushed by her walls was making him lose his mind. Her whimpers not helping his impatient state. “Slow down baby,” she whimpered snapping him from his hungry need. Her fingers lacing with his as her eyes hypnotised him as his movements slowed. “Hyunwoo,” she cried as he called her by her name too. “Don’t leave me,” she pleaded as he promised her as he made love to the girl he was crazy about.

“Really what the hell dude,” Hoseok spluttered as Changkyun chuckled. “He’s broken and horny,” Jooheon sniggered amused at Hyunwoo’s apparent erection. But before he could make comment the memory’s continue to flood in.

The pain of the arguments followed the feeling of falling apart. It left Hyunwoo whimpering just from the memory. He could feel the knowledge he was losing her. She had become well known and successful in her career and it felt like he was being left behind. The call of the job that she desperately wanted hit his ears. She didn’t know that he was standing in the hallway from her room. He felt wrong for earwigging, but the minute he heard her excitement he was glad. Sorrow hitting in when she heard the pain fall from knowing she had to leave Seoul. He knew she was crazy in love with him and knew she would sacrifice her career. He loved her too much to let her lose her future, her dreams. Storming the room startling her as she apologised with a promise to call them back. “Baby,” she cried looking at him as she fought to shake her emotions. “We need to talk,” Hyunwoo said hastily, but he knew if he didn’t act while his impulse desire was on fire that second, he knew he never would. “What about,” she said looking at him with the pure devoted love he knew would mess her future up with. “I’m seeing someone,” Hyunwoo inwardly cursed himself for such a horrible excuse. “What,” she said as pain laced her thoughts, horror on her expression as your heart beat so crazy. “I’m leaving you,” he said as he pinched himself, forcing the tears threatening to subside. “What?” She cries walking to him at speed as her hands fall to his collar. “Baby, why you saying this?” she cry’s as Hyunwoo’s conscience begins to struggle. “Because it’s true, you deserve better then me,” he said pushing her from him that she stumbled slightly. His hands reaching to pull her back from falling broke his heart. It was as if by touching her his resolve was faltering. The desire to be greedy to call himself out on his lie and keep her to himself was high. But he had to sacrifice the relationship they had for her career. He placed her sobbing body on the bed as he choked back a tear turning to walk away. Her overwhelming confusion tear filled face haunting him.

“Where is this bloody ambulance,” Hoseok cursed as tears began falling from Hyunwoo’s face. “Any sign of them waking yet?” Changkyun asked Jooheon who was still trying to arouse the other two from there unconscious state.

The pain of living without his beloved was overbearing. The drinks heavily trying to numb the pain he threw himself into. It had been a year and through out that whole time the pain hadn’t eased once. It was like he saw her sobbing face every single minute he closed his eyes. Dreams of the good times and nightmares of the worse, brought tears every morning he woke. Hearing that she had sought success in America was a bitter pill to swallow. She looks so healthy and happy as if she didn’t miss him one single bit. The rage in him that it was easier for her then himself made him bitter. Hyunwoo’s days was filled with bitterness and large amounts of alcohol. Friends thrown aside in fear of being close to anyone he would have to abandon again. When depression sunk him so deep that suicidal thoughts plunged his mind, he was saved. This memory was a little more fractured as he tried to dig harder. Knowing how he got his powers was something he couldn’t remember. The safe warm arms of Kihyun hitting his fragile sobbing body filled his mind. “I can save you, take your pain away,” Yoo Kihyun, Hyunwoo’s saviour said as he nodded. The feeling of his torture being taken from him was a blessing as if he was an angel sucking Hyunwoo’s soul from everything dark. But along with that went his memory’s, every single memory of Sunyoung.

Horror filled his mind, had he pushed her into the arms of her abuser while he had forgotten her. Guilt filled his conscience as he almost choked on his tears. “Let me see him,” he heard the voice of him saving him once more. “I remember,” you cried locking your eyes on Kihyun in your living room. “It’s ok,” Kihyun said throwing his hand through his hair that he closed his eyes to further more flashbacks.

“What did i do?” Hyunwoo cried out to him as he looked at the unconscious body of a helpless person. “It’s ok, somehow your powers called out to you,” Kihyun said tilting his head at his confused elder. “Huh?” Hyunwoo said in despair. “You can remove minds, it’s a error how you got this but somehow you do,” Kihyun said with his calm aura that told you to trust him.

Hyunwoo had gained his powers through him removing his memory’s. He looked up at Kihyun before his eyes fell back to Sunyoung. “Save her please,” he cried, desperate for her to be ok. “Ok,” Kihyun said standing. “Lets see if I can wake them,” he said walking towards Sunyoung. His hand feeling her pulse as he smiled. Removing her cardigan her broach flicked to the floor as she woke breathing heavily. Hyunwoo saw the clip of the broach spin as he looked up towards her. “Is she ok?” Minhyuk’s voice filled the air as you saw him fling his arms around her. Jealousy biting you in that sharp second. “She’s ok, but now the ambulance is here it won’t harm you all to be checked over,” Kihyun said looking at Hyunwoo with concern.

“What’s happening?” Hyunwoo whispered to Kihyun when the doctors had left his hospital bed. “You took the girl who’s memory’s you removed from your own. That’s a rare thing to happen so it was bound to be that nature decided to gift yours back,” he said leaning his hands onto his own thighs. “But where was my memory’s from us when I took hers? I didn’t sense them,” He questioned as Kihyun shrugged. “My guess is because they was ones stolen from yours that they couldn’t be retrieved by yourself during the process,” Kihyun said as Hyunwoo bit his lip in thought. “Why didn’t I noticed the signs, she didn’t even look fazed by my presence,” he questioned. “Again my only explanation is she fell out of love with you. Her pain from her former lover just overwhelmed yours,” he said placing a fake smile. Hyunwoo wondered if this meant did she even love him. She didn’t look like she cared moving onto her career so easily. The negativity biting him once more as he closed his eyes. “You need to let that bitterness go,” Kihyun said looking at him with concern. “How can I when each second I feel that crippling pain as if it never left,” Hyunwoo whimpered. “You numbed it by removing the memory’s. Nothing was done to relieve the pain. Seems that really is your next move,” Kihyun said as he threw his head back in despair. “I think she and Minhyuk is a thing. This couldn’t be any worse,” Hyunwoo crumbled closing his eyes. “I don’t think so, if Minhyuk was such a huge person in her life she wouldn’t have been in pain,” Kihyun said bringing Hyunwoo hope. “Wait you saying she doesn’t have feelings for him?” Hyunwoo said excited. “I’m a memory remover not a mind reader,” Kihyun scoffed as Hyunwoo huffed. “But if I had to guess, Minhyuk crushes over her, but she doesn’t feel anything because of her former lover,” he said looking Hyunwoo’s way as he frowned. “Not you the other one,” Kihyun said rolling his eyes.

Kihyun’s words mulled in Hyunwoo’s mind as he went to check on her. Relief hitting when he realised she was alone. “Sunyoung,” he called nervously. “Oh your..….. sorry I can’t seem to remember,” she said slightly distressed. “I’m a friend, a friend of yours and Minhyuk’s,” Hyunwoo exaggerated. “Oh really,” she said smiling before looking sad. “I can’t seem to remember anything, the doctors think somehow I hit my head,” she said looking down at her hands. She looked so fragile that Hyunwoo wanted to squash her with hugs. The need to feel her in his arms once more cursing through his body. “Yes you did I was there,” he said feeling guilty for manipulating her. “Hopefully it will come back soon, it will right?” she asked looking hopeful. “I’m sure it will,” he replied holding her fragile hand in his. “How close are we?” She asked looking at you with confusion. “Close friends,” Hyunwoo whispered almost slipping that she was his lover from his lips. But his lies had caused too much pain as it was in that relationship. “What can you remember?” Hyunwoo asked into the awkward silence. “Minhyuk bringing me to meet you, but I can’t remember anything after,” she said struggling as he gently squeezed her hand. “You remember Minhyuk then?” You asked as she nodded. “He’s my,” he said pausing as she looked confused. “Wait I don’t remember how I know him,” she whimpered. “It’s ok baby,” Hyunwoo choked rubbing his thumb over her hand as her long hair hit his face . The smell of her lemon shampoo hitting his nostrils. He had missed this smell of her favourite shampoo. “Do you remember your ex?” Hyunwoo asked closing his eyes. “That’s something strange I know I had a relationship I can feel it, like my memory’s locked. But I just can’t seem to see them. I’ve tried really tried,” she said looking up to him. He was sad she had not remembered their moments. But knowing that she didn’t have to think of her other ex was a blessing. The memory’s of what he witnessed flooding his own. Anger at her pain and hurt overwhelmed him. “Are you ok?” She said looking up to him with those beautiful eyes he loved so much. “Yes sorry, just in a lot of pain. I bumped my head too just I didn’t lose my memory’s,” Hyunwoo said as she smiled warmly. “I wish i could have Mine back,” she moaned. “I just remember feeling safe and secure, it’s a feeling I want back so badly,” she said leaning her head on his shoulder. The move made him smile at their close contact but at the same time feeling of anger that she would cherish her memory’s of her abuser. “There is one memory I can kind of remember,” she said as you look to her to continue. “The feeling of sand beneath my toes, crashing waves and being so in love. I see him but not his face, his crazy coloured shorts but he’s so funny I told him I loved him instead of how crazy he was,” she chuckled as Hyunwoo froze. Hyunwoo struggled to form words. She wasn’t picking her memory’s from her abuser. That was him, the first time she told him she loved him. She did hold him in her heart after all, she didn’t forget him. His heart swelled as he looked down, the chemistry buzzing between them. In that second Hyunwoo knew he needed to fight for her. It was his chance to woo her all over again.

Before Hyunwoo could speak Minhyuk walked through the door. His eyes looking confused at the close contact of them both. Hyunwoo’s sure he saw his friend fist ball, confirming to him that his feelings was more then the friendly term he made him believe. “Sunny,” he pouted as he made his way to her taking his hand from her hold. “I’ve been so worried about you?” He said as she looked at him confused. “She’s lost her memory’s remember,” Hyunwoo said looking at him for being so naive. “But you couldn’t have forgotten me right,” Minhyuk chuckled as she looked sorrowful his way. “Sunny you didn’t forget me right?” he repeated in fear pulling her free hand to his hold too. “I know theirs something or someone but my mind is just so vague. I know your Minhyuk though,” she said as he cut her off. “Baby you know it’s me right, I’m that person,” he said pouting. “Really?” She said tilting her head confused as Hyunwoo struggled to hold back a laughter at her being unsure. “How did I tell you I loved you?” She said arms folded looking suspicious. Hyunwoo copied looking his way ready to laugh when he would fail to convince her. “We was on the beach you took me there to sunbathe and mock my horrid dress sense of smugglers,” he chuckled as Hyunwoo choked. How did he know you both had met to use the story as his own. Hyunwoo was feeling anger at her being played. But then how had Minhyuk known that story. His own memory of that was erased and he had come in to his life after his memory’s had been removed.

Minhyuk had made friends with him at the local cafe he worked in. Many nights spent on his laptop researching his new talent. It was the slip of Minhyuk’s eyes that had his secret revealed to him. “Really why can’t I remember?” Sunyoung whimpered as she removed her hand from yours falling into Minhyuk. “You will do soon I’m sure it’s that fall,” he said cradling her. “What happened I can’t remember,” she said holding him that Hyunwoo closed his eyes full of jealousy. “I don’t know they said maybe there was a gas escape or something, isn’t that right Hyunwoo?” Minhyuk asked stealing his thoughts to look his friends way. Nodding he stood not bearing to see them close together any more. “You ok mate?” Minhyuk questioned concerned. “Yes just I need air,” he replied as Minhyuk raised his smile half heartedly his way.

“What’s going on?” Hyunwoo asked Kihyun, annoyed with the situation. “I don’t honestly know,” Kihyun said placing his hand on his shoulder. “Is Minhyuk playing games? That was our memory I just know it was,” Hyunwoo said in pain. “I don’t think he is, maybe something happened for your memory to be mixed up,” he said looking at him closely as if he was trying to see in to his mind. His eyes flashed to his fingers as he looked in shock. “Wait those energy rings, was you both wearing them?” Kihyun asked as Hyunwoo nodded. “He said that you gifted him them to help with energy during my sessions,” Hyunwoo said looking confused. “I did but I wonder if by Sunyoung being the girl that somehow he has some of your memory’s too? Maybe by sharing energy your sharing memories,” Kihyun said still looking at the ring. “So he is in love with her too because he has my memory’s?” Hyunwoo questioned. “That’s a big possibility,” he replied as Hyunwoo felt like screaming at how messed up the situation was. “How can I get her memory’s back?” Hyunwoo asked. “It’s really hard, very hard. Look what you’ve had to endure,” he said as Hyunwoo threw his hands down his face. “So basically me and Minhyuk have the same memory’s. We’re both in love with her and he wins her while I suffer in silence once more,” Hyunwoo cry’s out. Kihyun pats his shoulder to bring calm his way. “Look I will speak to someone who could advise me better,” Kihyun said reassuringly. “But for now go back to the hospital, spend time with her, woo her all over again,” he said pep talking his way.

Hyunwoo had done exactly that, shadowing Minhyuk and her relationship. Most the time he sat their silently just watching them. The pain of watching them together crushed him but he knew Minhyuk wasn’t to blame. But their was moments when it was just them two and every second between them both was peaceful. Every smile she made his way was what kept him from losing his mind. So when Hyunwoo got the call that Kihyun was home he rush to him.

“I have to do what?” Hyunwoo scoffed. “Look I know it’s hard but you never really wanted them anyway,” Kihyun said rolling his eyes. “Not that I couldn’t care less if i lost that ability. I didn’t even want it in the first place,” Hyunwoo scoffed. “About the kiss?” He whispered blushing. “True love’s kiss, how very Disney right,” Kihyun scoffed as Hyunwoo deadpanned his way. “True love breaks your curse,” Kihyun chuckled. “Do you really think this is funny?” Hyunwoo said sounding annoyed. “No I don’t sorry,” Kihyun apologised. “She’s in love with Minhyuk how can I have a true loves kiss when she’s in love with someone else,” Hyunwoo moaned throwing himself into the awaiting chair. “Hyunwoo, her heart knows it’s you,” Kihyun said reassuringly. “And if it isn’t?” Hyunwoo said looking vulnerable. “What other option is available?” He said as Hyunwoo closed his eyes throwing his head back knowing he was right. “Right I’m ready to lose my powers,” Hyunwoo said standing as he pulled at his tie he was wearing. “That happens when you kiss her,” Kihyun said as he looked up at him. “Everything will be back how it was, you two in love, right now one has forgotten,” Kihyun said as Hyunwoo tilted his head. “Oh how easy this is going to be,” Hyunwoo replied sarcastically.

“You can have what ever you want,” Hyunwoo said smiling his way at Sunyoung. “You know I have a boyfriend, this won’t look good,” she says smiling pretending to be concerned. Like she can feel the pull from her stolen memories, she enjoys spending time with Hyunwoo. Not even being scared to hold his hand and let him hold her when she is sad, even though they both know it is wrong. “Then why accept lunch,” Hyunwoo smirks as she chuckles knowing she’s been caught. “I enjoy your company,” she said fluttering her eye lashes. “Doesn’t that tell you something?” Hyunwoo said more forward then usual. “Woah, confident Hyunwoo’s arrived,” she chuckled noticing it too. “Seriously though, I don’t know what this is, I know we shouldn’t be doing this but I can’t stop,” she said breathing in deeply that Hyunwoo felt guilty. “It’s what ever it needs to be,” he said half heartedly. He knew that what they was doing was unfair to his friend. The memory’s in Minhyuk’s mind might be wrong, but they to him felt right. “I should be running right now,” she grumbles. “Well you better start before the heat gets unbearable,” Hyunwoo teased. “Are you flirting with your life Son Hyunwoo,” She chuckled as he nodded. “Something like that,” he said as the waiter came to take their order. Your hands taking her you smiled when she didn’t remove them as she read the order out. Just as you was about to give yours her phone rang. Minhyuk’s name flashing as they both looked at each other, guilt eating them both. “You better answer that,” Hyunwoo said losing his confidence in that sharp second. Minhyuk had asked her where she was. Flirting blurring the friendship line for something she couldn’t explain was one thing. Lying to her boyfriend was another. It wasn’t long before awkward long silence hit when Minhyuk arrived sliding beside her. The most passionate kiss between them that felt like a warning Hyunwoo’s way.

Hyunwoo had given up hope losing all his confidence as the pain of there relationship ate away at him. He had even started avoiding them both, locking himself away as he felt the pain of his loss return. Reaching for the whisky bottle he sunk his last glass as his mind swirled in drunken pain. Sunyoung’s name on his phone calling him did little to break his despair. Flipping the phone over so he didn’t have to witness another love sick call he closed his eyes.

As soon as sleep fell he was woken to the door knocking. Finding Sunyoung standing their soaking wet shivering broke his heart. “What’s up? what’s happened?” Hyunwoo said thankful that his words wasn’t slurred. “He’s left me,” she cried as pain engulfed him from her heartbreak. “What do you mean?” Hyunwoo said confused as he pulled her wet body into him. “He’s left me, he said he’s seeing someone else,” she whimpered as he closed his eyes. “Why does every person I date leave me for someone else,” she cried as his heart broke. Minhyuk had followed the same path then him. He wanted to fight him for breaking her heart, but he had no right when he made her believe he had done the same. “I thought you couldn’t remember your previous lovers?” Hyunwoo questioned her hoping some memory of him was stirring. Even if it was the negative one it was still a memory that could unlock her emotions. “It was odd, it was like déjà vu. I wish I could explain it,” she said snuggling into him. “I understand I think,” Hyunwoo said with mixed emotions. His hands played with her hair as he realised she needed to get out the wet clothes. “Let’s get you dried up,” he said going to his room. Returning he placed the towel and his spare clothes her way. “Bathroom down the corridor,” he said as she made her way down. Dialling on the phone he waited with baited breath for Minhyuk to answer but he didn’t. The urge to punch him was overwhelming. “There is no point ringing him, he left his phone behind,” Sunyoung said behind him as he looked confused her way. “He left it on the bed when he left me,” she said looking tearful again. Hyunwoo heart stung he had done exactly the same, it was like Minhyuk was re-enacting there split. “You wasn’t on the phone to a new job was you by any chance?” Hyunwoo asked awkwardly as she raised an eyebrow. “No,” she scoffed sounding insulted. “Sorry it was just, yeah don’t worry about it,” Hyunwoo said smiling his way at her. “I’m sure he will come to his senses,” Hyunwoo said opening his arms once more that she happily snuggled into. “I noticed you use the same shampoo,” she chuckled as he mirrored letting her head vibrate on his chest from the sound. “Yeah it’s a smell that I’ve come to like,” he confessed knowing the scent was his favourite thing of hers. “Minhyuk buys it all the time,” she chuckled as Hyunwoo rolled his eyes. Sharing memories was really becoming frustrating.

“Do you want a drink?” Hyunwoo said changing the subject. “Do you have any left?” She chuckled as he clicked his tongue. “I’ve always got good drinks,” he smirked as she chuckled holding him tighter. “I take that as a no?” He said pulling him around her tighter as the connection between them both felt safe and secure. “Just don’t leave me,” she whimpered as if she couldn’t keep her emotions in check. The pain in her voice told you she was struggling with emotions her memory couldn’t help. Feeling the sudden urge to push for them to be returned he placed his finger under her chin. Crashing his lips to her softly he kissed her. Her own moving slowly and passionately as her fingers grabbed to the back of his T-shirt. Hyunwoo felt as if his heart was going to combust. This was it, time to get her memory’s back, get her by his side forever and having his happy ever after, even if he lost his ability to remove memories.

Guilt wasn’t something this time Kihyun had, Hyunwoo had crossed the line when he abused Hyungwon’s mind. It made him angry and the plan set beneath him was perfect. Excitement filled him with the chance to mess with his mind and heart. He could hear footsteps coming his way and he couldn’t wait to fill in the details of Hyunwoo’s final pain. When he would realise that the kiss would do nothing, he knew his pain would engulf him once more.

“I can feel it, the confusion it’s exciting. We finally got our revenge,” Kihyun says out to his visitor who finally arrived. “What happens to her?” The voice said concerned. “I will wipe her memory’s before the confusion haunts her. She will never know she was just someone who held your memory’s,” Kihyun said turning to face the guilt ridden expression befalling him. “Trust me she won’t know, she won’t remember. He will though he will suffer for leaving you all those years back,” Kihyun said reassuringly. “I trust you,” he said not sorrowfully. “Deal is a deal I suppose, let’s remove your memory’s of him finally,” Kihyun said pouring the frankincense into a bowl. “Will it hurt like the other time,” he replied worrying. “No that was just because your memory’s was flowing between you three,” Kihyun smiled as Minhyuk took his seat. Ready to finally let go of every memory of the lover who left him behind.

To be continued ……..

Masterlist

[winter-dayz]

The Perfect Christmas

Pairing: Chae Hyungwon x Reader Snowed In Genre: Fluff Words: 835

Masterlist | 12 Days of Ficmas Masterpost

Taglist:  @soobin-chois

“It looks like we’re snowed in, honey.”

You pouted, staring out the kitchen window. What had started as a light flurry had swirled into the beginnings of a snowstorm. The bitter, icy cold had quickly transformed everything outside into a winter wonderland. Snowflakes danced in the wind, the branches of the trees were bending under the weight, the road was piled with snow drifts, and the driveway glistened with the tell-tale signs of a thick layer of ice.

Hyungwon was right. Until the city salted and plowed the streets, you both would be stuck at your house.

Which wouldn’t be such a big deal if you weren’t supposed to be flying out the next morning to your hometown for the holidays. With you being snowed in, it would be the first time you both missed Christmas and New Year’s with your families.

Letting out a heavy, sad sigh, you went back to finishing dinner. Hyungwon wrapped an arm around your waist and pressed a kiss to your temple. “I’ll check the flights again. Maybe we can get a later ticket, and they’ll have plowed by then.”

He was trying to cheer you up, knowing how much being with your family meant to you, and you really appreciated him trying. But… you both knew it was unlikely to happen. You had been lucky to get the tickets you had, they were basically the last flights available before the holiday.

As snow continued to fall outside, it really seemed like you would be spending this Christmas away from your family in your undecorated house.

🎄

Unfortunately, Hyungwon’s search had been futile. Just like you suspected, all flights out of your city were either sold out or grounded due to the oncoming snow storm. You went to bed that night trying hard not to feel your Christmas cheer diminish, but the hope in your heart had been squashed.

The next morning, waking up alone with Hyungwon’s side of the bed long-gone cold, left you feeling even emptier. If you couldn’t be bouncing in your seat on a flight to visit your family, you at least wanted to stay cuddled up in your warm bed with the love of your life.

You let out a heavy sigh as even your Plan B for the Christmas season wasn’t turning out so well. Untangling from your blankets, you slipped on your fuzzy socks and fluffy robe to head to the kitchen and make some coffee.

However, you were stopped short by the sound of a crackling fire, the smell of warm cookies, and the sight of lights around your living room.

You stared around in amazement. The curtains were drawn against the morning sun and all of the lights were off in the living room, the festive glow from the fireplace the main source of light and warmth instead.

Well, that and the twinkling lights strung around the edges of the room and over any available tabletop surface. The long strand of lights—most definitely meant to be decorating the outside of your house—ended as they wrapped gingerly around your small, trimmed bonsai tree.

A smile lifted your lips as you approached your little plant. In a little shoebox placed in front of the bonsai were small knick-knacks that had been stolen from around the house. Thread and string and even twist-ties were taped onto the knick-knacks.

“I figured if we were snowed in, we could still have that magical Christmas you deserve here in our home.” Hyungwon said quietly, coming up behind and wrapping his arms gently around her.

“Hyungwon…” You started, breath taken away.

“I didn’t want to decorate the tree without you. We can do that in a little while, but first, I made breakfast.”

You turned around in his arms, draping your own over his shoulders and clasping behind his neck. “Can we build a snowman?”

Hyungwon hummed, “Of course, and when you get cold and start complaining, like you always do, I made cookies… Well, I tried. I can’t promise they’ll be as good as your sister’s. And your mom texted me the family cocoa recipe so that’s simmering on the stove. It should be ready about the same time you get sick of the snow.”

You beamed up at your love, falling even more for the special ways in which he knew you and took care of you. “I can’t believe you did all of this for me…” You whispered, standing up on your tiptoes to brush your lips against his.

“Of course I did. I know you were sad that we couldn’t go see our families, but I still wanted you to have the Christmas you deserve… Even if I didn’t have all the exact right things for it.”

You pressed your lips firmly against his, enjoying the warmth of him against you. When you pulled away, your smile matched his own. “You’re my family too. And this…” You motioned around you, to the fireplace and lights and even the makeshift ornaments, “This is… perfect.”

[hwangyeonjun]

hwangyeonjun’s wip list

i understand that similarities can happen but i do not allow copying my ideas in any way, shape or form.

this is purely for my own motivation and if there’s something you want to see first, let me know, i’ll try and prioritise it.

sugar | nakamoto yuta | fluff, smut, neighbour au

summary: it’s embarrassing how many times you had to knock on your neighbour’s door to ask for sugar until one day he gives you something sweeter.

the breakfast club | choi san | angst, fluff

summary: five lost souls, five dreams, five regrets, five ex-bestfriends and one detention.

who do you love? | lim changkyun, yoo kihyun | angst, smut

summary: is it him or me? or alternatively, what happens when your best friend finally confronts you about playing with his heart.

run away | hwang hyunjin | fluff, smut

summary: when you made a huge mistake by saying yes to a proposal, there’s only one person that could save you on your wedding day.

stay alive (?) | jeong jaehyun | angst, fluff, smut

summary: after finding out the truth about your relationship, jaehyun is determined to save you.

will you marry me? | choi beomgyu | fluff

summary: your best friend beomgyu always has the craziest ideas, one of them is proposing to you.

everything i didn’t say | unspecified idol | angst, maybe fluff?

summary: it’s crazy how one day you have the person that you love with your whole heart right beside you and then the next day you’re left with only memories of them and letters that keep coming every day with no return address.

behind closed doors | jeon jungkook | angst, smut, fluff

summary: the captain of the football team with the cheerleaders team captain, like straight out of the movies. the perfect relationship that everyone wants to have, the perfect couple that everyone wants to be but little do they know what happens behind closed doors.

love the way you lie | unspecified idol | angst

summary: all the times he lied to you and that one time when he finally said the truth.

paper hearts | unspecified idol | fluff

summary: you always leave pink paper hearts everywhere you go: the coffee shop, the library etc. surprisingly, he’s the one who always finds those hearts and wants to find who’s the culprit.

rocky | jung wooyoung | fluff, smut

summary: being one of the biggest boxing fan, you don’t miss any tournaments and when a certain boxer who goes by name “rocky” notices you, he couldn’t help himself but to approach you.

wrapped around your finger | bang chan | angst, smut, fluff

summary: you never thought you’ll ever going to see him again; but here he is, trying his hardest to push his way through back in your life.

please don’t stop the music | chae hyungwon | smut

summary: the dj shows you how good his fingers work in other places.

[i really suck at summaries, it’s embarrassing]

[angmayari]

faaawwwck i miss lee minhyuk so and chae hyungwon so much !! 😭