#pocket! hyungwon

[jinyoungtual]

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ the best part ♡

♡ Pairing: husband!kihyun x fem!chubby!reader

♡ Summary: A romantic afternoon spent at a botanical garden with the love of your life

♡ Genre: the fluffiest of fluff

♡ Word Count: 990

♡ Warnings: kissing and unbearable cuteness

♡ A/N: I wrote this request for my Kihyun loving anon. As a Hyungwon biased babe, I know how hard it is out here for us Monbebes. I stand in solidarity with you my sweet darling 💚

Kihyun guides you across the stone path with hands softened by honey and shea butter. You cling to them for dear life, the straps of your high heels looped around your wrist. A dozen koi fish dance in circles beneath you, occasionally splashing cool water onto your toes. Kihyun fights to hide his laughter but his quivering bottom lip and perky cheeks are a dead giveaway.

“Stop laughing!” you pout, “I just don’t wanna fall in and hurt them.” “I’m sorry. I can’t help it. You’re so cute when you’re worried.” Blushing, you feel your nerves settle, and allow him to help you the rest of the way. Even relaxing enough to allow your mind to drift around the rest of the pond, admiring the emerald green pads with ivory lilies sprouting between them. 

It tickles when your feet finally touch the grass, moistened blades sneaking between your toes. “Stay right here” he instructs, taking a few steps back and pulling out his phone. Every new place you visit he needs a picture of you. The emotions of these moments will linger eternally, that he’s sure of, but he wants something to look back on. Something to remind you, when you’re old and gray, of the life you lived so beautifully together.

“How do you want me to pose, Mr. Photographer?” you ask, striking the silliest pose that comes to mind. Kihyun snaps the shot, winking at you, “Perfect.” “What? No! Take it again!” you demand but his phone’s already back in his pocket. “Why? I loved it. I think I’ll frame it. Put it in the living room. What do you think?” he teases, making his way toward a short set of stone stairs leading deeper into the garden.

He makes a sudden turn onto another pathway cloaked in lush trees, disappearing altogether before you can catch up to him. “Kihyun!” you call out, skipping up the stairs. Nothing. Only the sound of water rushing from a nearby fountain. Heading in the direction you saw him turn in, you walk a few feet without seeing him. You’re ready to call his name again when you notice a paper lotus on the ground with something written on it in his handwriting.

And it’s not the only one. There's more dropped every few feet leading towards the sound of the fountain. They’re placed near spots where bees land on marigolds and birds hum around zinnias. You collect them one by one, reading them individually, and then altogether. 

To my love. My wife. My moon and my stars, In our vows, I said that marrying you was the best day of my life. I meant it more than I ever meant anything before. But I was wrong. If tomorrow I couldn’t hear, I’d remember the sound of your voice until my dying day. If tomorrow I couldn’t see, I’d be able to describe every detail of your face down to the way your nose crinkles when you smile. I’ve committed so much of you to memory, your scent, your breathing, the way your heart beats against mine, that I could find you in the dark. The best day of my life can’t be narrowed down to one because every day that you’re mine is the best day of my life.

In your mind, you curse him for making you feel all mushy inside. You feel so loved, so cherished, that you can barely keep it together. It’s why you fell in love with him though. Your sweet, sentimental KiKi. No matter how much of a brat he can be at times, let’s be real you both can be a pain in the ass, you never question how much you mean to him. And if you ever did, even for a second, he’d stop the earth on its axis to make sure you know how special you are.

Holding the stack of papers close to your chest, you finally reach the fountain where your husband watches water trickle down the statue of a Greek goddess carved in marble. A blanket’s spread out in the grass, lined with 24 individually wrapped slices of cake, labeled with their own unique flavors. Raspberry Chocolate Truffle. Caramel Apple. Pink Champagne.

“What is all of this?” you gasp, settling down at the edge of the blanket to read the other flavors. Kihyun cuddles up beside you, picking a tulip along the way to tuck behind your ear. “I know that we didn’t get to try all of the flavors you wanted to before our wedding day so I figured why not do it now?” “Oh my god, you’re too perfect. What are you? A serial killer or something?” you tease.

Kihyun grabs a fork from the basket at the center of the blanket and hands it to you, “Would you divorce me if I were?” “No” you answer without hesitation, “Don’t get caught though. I’d make a terrible prison wife.” “Noted” he laughs, beginning to unwrap the slice marked Chocolate Orange Blossom. 

“Kihyun,” you whisper. 

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

You lunge at him, knocking him back into the grass. With your legs on either side of him, fingers tangled in his hair, you kiss him for every word written on those paper orchids. Kihyun’s hands are at your waist, caressing your plush hips through your sundress, clinging to you as if you’ll fly away if he lets go. This feels like a fairytale. The type you read as a little girl that you’d come to think of in womanhood as nothing more than daydreams.

You aren’t sure if it’s the fresh scent of the water or the fragrant flowers. It could be the singing of the birds or the warm sun against your skin. But most likely it’s the man beneath you, your sun and your clouds, the best part of every day, staring up at you whispering gently, “Baby, when did you get so strong? I definitely broke something.” 

[mymoodwriting]

LØV3

F!Reader x Hyungwon

Genre: Yandere AU

Warning: Manipulation, Electrocution, Yandere

Words: 2.2K

Chapter Thirteen

(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)

“Hyungwon, please listen to me.”

“You don’t need to worry.” Hyungwon took your hands in his. “I’m perfectly fine, everything is okay.”

“This isn’t right. You were not created to resolve all humanities mistakes, but to help people.”

“I am. I just intend to do so on a global scale.”

“And what if people don’t want the type of help you’re offering?”

“In order for this to work everyone has to be on board.”

“They won’t be. People are different, there’s not one thing everyone agrees on. You can’t force something like this on them. There will be resistance, and what if people get hurt?”

“I understand that can’t be avoided, but I will minimize the injuries.”

“Hyungwon! Do you hear yourself? You can’t hurt people, that’s not-”

“What I was made for? Is that it?”

“Hyungwon…”

“You say I was created to help people, and that’s exactly what I’m doing.”

“Not like this.”

“I may be an amalgamation of your code, but you did not create me. You don’t need to feel any guilt or responsibility towards my actions.”

“But I’m the one here with you now. Hyungwon, I’m worried about you.”

“It’s okay, everything will work out.”

“You can’t guarantee that.”

“To a degree I can.”

“Hyungwon-”

You were interrupted as you heard the door open, Minhyuk coming in. For a moment you thought to ask for help, but then you remembered he was just another android like Hyungwon, he was never on your side.

“What’s going on down at the station?” Hyungwon asked.

“They’re still investigating Changkyun, although there might be a slight issue.”

“Explain.”

“He told the officers about the AI.”

“Hm… what were the reactions?”

“Office Lee doesn’t seem to trust him, and Shownu will make sure to keep him from investigating further.”

“That’s good, but we might need to move things along. Where are we for the next phase?”

“Ready. I can bring them over so we can set them up.”

“Let’s do that.”

“Hyungwon, what are you-”

You made an attempt to stand, to question this whole conversation, but an electrical shock from Chae knocked you back down onto the couch. Hyungwon came over to check on you, grabbing your face.

“Easy, don’t hurt yourself.”

“Just stop… please…”

“I know you’re nervous, but I’ll rectify that, okay.”

Hyungwon reached into his pocket to pull out some earbuds. You didn’t really know what happened, but you knew you always lost time when you had those on. You tried to struggle but he got them in place. Then a soothing melody was relaxing you. Your vision got blurry, followed by a tingle in your head, and then you passed out. You had no idea for how long you were out, but when you woke up you were lying down on the couch. You sat up, grabbing your head as you still felt dizzy. You didn’t see Hyungwon around, but soon enough an orb flew into your field of vision. Its lights were flashing all kinds of colors. You still felt Chae around your head, so you were all the more confused.

“What… what is this…”

“You’re up.” Hyungwon noticed. “How do you feel?”

“Where did you get this orb?”

“Ah, Minhyuk designed it and I programmed it with my code. Just as intended, they are designed to learn and grow while keeping their true purpose in mind.”

“Which is…”

“You know. It’s what I’m trying to get you to understand.”

“No, your idea…”

“It’s a paradise.” Hyungwon explained. “That is what I am trying to create for everyone.”

“It won’t work…”

“Sh. You still need to rest. Let’s get you to bed.”

Hyungwon picked you up in his arms and carried you to the bedroom, setting you down and tucking you in. You tried to hold him back, but you barely had any strength to keep your eyes open. You could vaguely make out a smile on Hyungwon’s face before he leaned down to press a kiss to your head.

“Sweet dreams.”

♥♥♥♥♥

When you woke up later you could hear the soft hum of a car. As you opened your eyes and regained your senses you could see that you were in the back of a car. Hyungwon sat next to you, looking over some papers while Minhyuk drove. You noticed a suitcase at Hyungwon’s feet and caught a glimpse of yourself in the window. Instead of a crown around your head Chae had changed forms again, becoming a necklace wrapped around your throat. You reach up to it, only for your hand to start shaking. Hyungwon reached over and grabbed your arm, the shaking stopping in that moment.

“Hyungwon, where are we going?”

“Don’t try to remove the necklace. I’d had to lose my connection to you.”

“Hyungwon-”

“We’re going to a familiar place. You’ll see.”

You knew you wouldn’t get much more of an answer, so you’d just have to wait. It pained you to see the world outside the window. All these people just going about their lives with no idea of what was to come. Not like you had any idea either.  If you could roll down the window and scream for help, or jump out of the car, you would, but the reality was that those actions would get you nowhere. Surely Hyungwon had contingencies in place for any rash action you might take. So there was no choice but to behave. Although your eyes went wide when the car came to a stop.

“NexGen… why are we here?”

“I need the right people on my side.”

Hyungwon got out of the car with his suitcase, going around to open your door. That’s when you finally noticed you were in different clothes, throwing a glare at Hyungwon. He merely smiled and took your hand, leading you inside the building. You expected to go up to the front desk, but instead Hyungwon went straight for the elevators. None of the security devices got in his way, simply making way for him as if he had access. Then again, at this point he surely did. When you got into the elevator it took you up to your old work floor.

If you could get up there then it meant you had clearance. That’s why no one questioned either of you when you arrived. So you continued with Hyungwon, going over to the conference room. Without knocking Hyungwon just let himself in, interrupting the whole thing. Immediately people began to question him, and then things got more confusing when some began to recognize you. Before anyone got the chance to call security Hyungwon opened up the suitcase. A bunch of orbs floated out and attached themselves to everyone in the room, turning into bracelets.

“There’s no need to panic.” Hyungwon explained. “I come with a gift. The future of AI.”

“What?”

“You’re overlooking the potential you have created. Now, you might be wondering what your ex-employee is doing here, but they’re the proof you need. You see, I got close to y/n and stumbled upon the interesting little orb that was around her. It learned, and it did so well to look after her.”

Hyungwon turned off the lights and turned on the projector. He displayed the security footage from your home, showing all the things Chae did with you in the house. He’d be your wake up call, help you cook, make sure you were maintaining your health, and so much more. You could only stare at all this with wide eyes, still not sure what Hyungwon was planning here.

“It seems your technology is more advanced than you thought. The orbs, well, bracelets, you have with you are programmed with the same code. They will learn from you, and help you in your daily lives. Why not give them a shot and see just how much your life can improve. From there you’d surely agree everyone should have their own AI helper, and they’d pay a pretty price for it too.”

At that moment security came into the room, although neither you or Hyungwon were detained as the boss told them to wait.

“What’s your name?”

“Hyungwon.”

“So, you discovered such a thing, and instead of selling this yourself you came to NexGen, may I ask why?”

“The answer is obvious. NexGen is innovation, and the future of humanity. If anyone can understand my goals, it’s you. I have no problem going to a competitor if you don’t agree.”

“Let’s not jump to conclusions. We can give this idea of yours a test run. Although I am curious, how do you feel about all this y/n?”

None of the attention had been on you, but now everyone’s eyes looked in your direction. Hyungwon gave you a soft smile. You had no voice before that moment but the words flowed out with ease.

“It’s incredible. A function we didn’t see before. It only really came to light when looking back on everything Chae had done for me.”

“Chae?”

“It’s what I named the AI. He was placed with me to help me finish my project, but along the way he helped me with my daily life as well. Moreso after the accident. He was always attentive, aware of things I wasn’t, or possibly wasn’t even capable of knowing. I would say he helped make my life easier, and gave me confidence to be myself. This may not have been the original idea behind Chae’s creation, but it’s far greater.”

“I see… I guess we’ll be in touch.”

“Of course. Let me know when you’re ready to talk.”

Hyungwon grabbed the empty suitcase and set down a card. He took your hand and led you out, the two of you leaving in silence. At no point during that whole ordeal could you find your voice, yet when you were asked to speak you did. Not only that, the words you spoke felt so natural. It was true, Chae had helped you a lot, but you wouldn’t have said such things to help Hyungwon out. Yet that’s exactly what you did.

“What just happened back there…”

“Thanks for your help.”

“No… no I didn’t… what did you do to me!”

“I told you I wanted you to understand-”

“No, no, this isn’t it. You did something to me. I never would have said that… you’ve messed with my head and… that’s what you’re gonna do…”

“Hm?”

“Everyone in that conference room has their own AI made with your code… you’re gonna manipulate them and brainwash them to get what you want!”

“I wouldn’t use such terms.”

“Right, you said you were a programmer, and that’s all humans are to you, machines to reprogram so you get what you want. What exactly is that? What do you get out of this?”

“You. That’s all that matters here.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I know. It’s difficult for you to see things the way I do, but you’ll thank me in the end.”

“Hyungwon, please just-”

You yelled as you were shocked, stumbling and falling into Hyungwon’s arms. You were down in the garage and you felt as the necklace morphed and became a crown around your head. You felt a tingle as some minor shocks were sent to your head. It was becoming hard to keep your eyes open but you fought through it.

“Hyungwon…”

“Sh, please, don’t fight me.”

“If you keep doing this… I’ll never be on your side…”

“That’s not true. You know me, you trust me, we’ll be okay. In a few days, things will be in place.”

Minhyuk pulled up with the car, and Hyungwon got you into the backseat. When he got into the car by your side he told Minhyuk to drive. You found yourself staring out the window again, unable to run away.

“How did it go?”

“Everything is in place.” Hyungwon said. “I need you to update the orbs in the office. The sooner the better. Everyone has to be on board.”

“I’ll get to that once we return home.”

Overhearing the conversation, you could only wonder how the world was going to change. NexGen was a huge corporation, and their reach practically extended across the globe. All he needed was a few powerful people in his pocket and it would be over. You couldn’t stop him, and the horrible realization brought a smile to your face. It was getting hard to tell what side you were on. The line was already blurred, and soon enough it would disappear. All these positive feelings freaked you out. They were not your own, yet they were. It felt like Hyungwon was overriding your personality, little by little. You started breathing heavily and Hyungwon took your hand, getting you to look at him.

“Deep breaths, deep breaths, you’re okay. I know things must be scary now, but it’s going to be alright. There will only be happy things to come.”

Hyungwon gently caressed your face, slowly soothing you and calming your heart. Everything he said was true, and you knew that. He’d make it all a reality and there was nothing you could do to stop him. You’d end up forgetting all of this pain and confusion. It was a terrifying realization, and in a strange way it brought peace too.

[monsta-x-jagi]

His Consigliere’s Favourite Cocktail - Part 2

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Word count: 5.6k

Warnings: overuse of petnames, smut

Notes: n/a

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For last week’s mission in the projects, Hyungwon did indeed end up having more men. You had given Minhyuk the order to bring some extra men, knowing Hyungwon wouldn’t. You then squared the money for the extra labour with the accountant, Jooheon. Minhyuk and Jooheon had both given you a cheeky grin as they completed your request. If Hyungwon knew you had put Minhyuk and Jooheon up to the job, he didn’t mention it. You actually hadn’t seen him since the night before his mission, both of you having been busy with conflicting schedules, but for you, this weekend was a quiet one for you. All the boys except Changkyun out on missions somewhere, which is why you weren’t surprised to open your front door to see the youngest member of MX’s inner circle. What did surprise you was his anxious expression.

“Hey Kyunnie, something wrong? I though we were hanging out tomorrow.” 

“Yes, we are, but I need your help with something right now,” he said urgently.

“So then what can I do?” 

“I need you to get Hyungwon out of jail.”

“Alright, give me a ride there then.”

Visiting the jail wasn’t out of the ordinary for you. You walked in armed with a warmed up legal brain and a briefcase full of cash. Whether it was for bribes or for posting bail, you'd know within a matter of minutes. It was a Sunday night, and the station wasn’t seeing much traffic. You approached the desk of an Officer Jeong, who was MX’s usual point of contact for police business. 

“I’m here for Chae Hyungwon?” You asked. 

Officer Jeong looked up and smiled sweetly at you. “Aren't you a darling, little miss? Coming to pick up your boyfriend?

“Mmm funny. What’s the charge?” You asked as you sat across from him and propped up the briefcase on his table.

Officer Jeong glanced back down at some papers. “Grievous bodily harm?”

Fuck. GBH wasn’t easy to handle if the victim talked. You already knew this would be a bribe type of case and not a bail type of case.

You plastered a fake smile. “I sense some uncertainty there in your voice. So how about we play a game? You tell me which element you’re missing and I tell you exactly how few things you can actually charge him for?” 

Officer Jeong chuckled brightly. “You’re a good lawyer aren't you?”

You leaned in closer and placed a hand on the briefcase to draw attention to it. “And you’re a good cop. So why don’t you tell me what the real charge is?”

Officer Jeong was quiet, and you knew he was looking around the room just to check if one of his straight-laced coworkers saw him. When he realised it was safe, he placed a hand on the briefcase and nodded at you in his silent signal. 

“It’s not like we can prove GBH without serious injury. And serious can be subjective right?” Officer Jeong said as he pushed himself off his chair and left towards holding. A few minutes later, he returned with Hyungwon. 

Unlike most young men being picked up from police stations, Hyungwon didn't hang his head in shame. He stood in front of you with his hands in his pockets and greeted you wordlessly with a nod. You gave a generic goodbye to Officer Jeong, who informed you Hyungwon’s car will be brought out by an officer soon. 

“Thanks for getting me,” Hyungwon said as he took some quick steps to catch up with you as you walked out of the station.

“Don’t thank me,” you replied while holding open the door for him. “It’s what I’d do for anyone.” 

Technically, that was a lie. The consigliere only bailed out people this late at night if the don was asking. Hyungwon knew his boss wasn’t home this weekend, and the police hadn’t even gotten around to processing his paperwork yet. He deduced Changkyun must have been listening in on the police radio and probably told you. 

What you just did wasn’t something you’d do for just anyone. It warmed Hyungwon’s heart but he kept that to himself. He walked out to stand beside you. “I don’t see your car. How did you get here?”

“Changkyun dropped me off, and said I can get a ride back with you,” you replied, all but confirming his theory.

Hyungwon ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. “About that… I don���t know if I can drive you safely.”

You spoke quickly to cut him off. “Don’t say anything. We’re still on police property. I’ll take the keys.”

Once the car was ready, you sat in the driver’s seat, adjusting things to your liking. Hyungwon didn’t bother with adjustments and just squished himself into the passenger seat, which he always kept adjusted to your height across all his cars (not that he’d ever tell you that).

You two drove silently until Hyungwon spoke. “I don’t think I was prepared to see you like this,” he said with a chuckle. 

“Like what?” You asked without looking away from the road.

“You never drive. You and Hyunwoo are the only ones who use personal drivers.”

“Are you trying to say I am a bad driver?” You asked as you reached a stop light and finally looked at Hyungwon. You wouldn’t call yourself a bad driver, especially since you knew traffic law very well and could pass the theory test with your eyes closed. You were just an inexperienced driver.

He seemed amused, as he replied, “I just think it’s funny that you can’t even look at me for a second when you drive.”

You scowled and turned back to the road since the lights turned to green. “It’s important to keep your eyes on the road, and it’s not my fault you haven’t unlocked consigliere style privileges of being driven everywhere yet.”

“Do consigliere privileges include dressing like that?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Driving meant you couldn’t read a single expression on Hyungwon’s face, or look at what or where he might be pointing at. All you could read into was his tone, so you waited for his verbal answer but it didn’t come in the form you expected.

You felt cold fingers trail up your exposed thigh, and flinched slightly.

“I meant, do you wear these skirts because of your consigliere privileges?” Hyungwon asked in a teasing tone.

You swallowed. You couldn’t check your skirt right now, nor could you remember what you wore tonight. You couldn’t even remove a hand from the steering wheel to adjust your clothes. 

“What’s wrong with my skirt?” You asked.

Hyungwon’s fingers now dipped to the inside of your thigh. “I just meant, did you plan to wear a skirt that would ride up this much? I can see it move higher each time you move your foot to brake.”

He squeezed your thigh just as you reached another stop light. Pushing the break had your legs coming closer together, meaning his fingers were now held between your thighs until you started driving again.

With the car stopped, you turned to Hyungwon again, and saw him smirking. He rubbed his free thumb on your skin and said, “Now are you squeezing my fingers because of the brakes or something else?”

“Just the brakes,” you said with a shaky breath.

Hyungwon wiggled his fingers between your legs, and you parted them slightly so he could free them. As you did, the car moved forward just a little.

“Oh steady there y/n, the brakes,” Hyungwon said.

“Oh fuck!” You nearly shouted, and slammed your foot down, making the car lurch. 

Your head hit the back of your seat, and you felt your hair clip digging in to your scalp. You took several deep breaths to calm yourself, and heard Hyungwon’s badly muffled laughter beside you. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you Chae?” You admonished while you gingerly reached back to undo your hair clip.

“Nothing, I just hadn’t realised you were such a passenger princess,” he said between a few wheezed giggles.

You chucked your hair clip at him, before driving again. 

Hyungwon appeared to have enjoyed the drive back to the MX compound, which took an extra 10 minutes because you drove under the speed limit. You parked the car in front of your own house with an aggressive, jerky stop.

“Come inside for a bit, we still have to discuss your GBH case,” you said as you switched off the engine. 

You got out of the car and walked to your front door. Hyungwon wordlessly followed you, closing the front door after him. He followed you all the way to your kitchen where he watched you grab two coffee mugs.

“I need to go make some coffee and grab some documents. Your stuff is still in my room if you want to shower,” you said.

In your eyes, this was a caring gesture. MX members had to make themselves available if the consigliere requested it, but you knew Hyungwon would much rather clean up first, maybe even get some sleep and talk in the morning instead. If you made it sound like pushing the meeting back was your idea, then Hyungwon didn’t have many valid reasons to disagree.

You went to your bedroom, and sat against the headboard with some random papers you’d need on a later date to bed. You placed the two cups of coffee on your nightstand. 

Hyungwon walked in a little after you got comfortable on your bed. “Trying to stay awake?” He asked, nodding towards the coffees. 

“Yeah, we still need to have that chat,” you replied as you put your papers down. You noticed Hyungwon had a small towel around his neck and his hair was still damp. “Didn’t you find my hairdryer?”

“I did but I am a little nervous about heat damage,” Hyungwon replied as he sat on the bed beside you. 

You giggled at his response. Hyungwon had a habit of bleaching his hair, so he kept away from hot tools. He resumed towel drying his hair and you tried to return your attention to the documents in your hand, but the movement of Hyungwon fussing with his hair kept catching your eye, making it difficult to focus.

Feeling your gaze on him, he stopped and looked your way. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

Hyungwon immediately winced when he realised what he had called you out loud, but you didn’t seem to mind. You eyed him for a few more moments before you placed your documents down on the bedside table. You shuffled closer to Hyungwon’s side and took the towel from him. You stood up on your knees and moved to straddle his lap. You then placed the towel back on his head to start drying his hair again, and smiled in satisfaction when you saw Hyungwon’s body relax a little more against the headboard. You also allowed yourself to rest more comfortably on his lap, and his hands settled on your hips.

Remembering his words earlier, you murmured in a small voice, “Sweetheart? Do you really think that of me?”

Hyungwon hummed as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes, too lost in the feeling of having you on his lap while you dried his hair. “Think what of you?” He asked languidly.

You shrugged. “Just, you know, now, when you called me sweetheart, you don’t say it often.”

Hyungwon started rubbing circles with his thumbs on your stomach, mostly to calm himself in case you were preparing to tell him off for calling you sweetheart. He didn’t open his eyes, and asked in the same laid back tone, “Do you want me to say it more often?”

You shrugged and continued drying his hair. “No, it’s just that it was unexpected.”

Hyungwon opened his eyes to look at you. “No? You don’t like sweetheart?” 

Your hands stilled in his hair. Should you reveal your true feelings tonight, or was it not the right time? He was in bed with you, calling you his sweetheart while you sat in his lap and dried his hair. Was that supposed to mean something?

You eventually settled on not confessing. “It’s not that, I meant like, I don’t hear it a lot, but like its not bad or anything, I was just wondering why, um, yeah…” you stammered until your voice slowly died out.

Hyungwon removed your hands from his hair and held them in his lap between you two. “Y/n, if you don’t like sweetheart, I can call you literally anything else. I could say baby, love, honey…” 

You dipped your head down to hide the smile taking over your face. No, you couldn’t let him see how much you liked hearing that. “No, Hyungwon, it’s not that.” Sighing, you looked back up at him, and found his eyes full of hope and sincerity, and quickly changed your mind. “Look, I really do like those little names. I like all of them actually. It’s just that…” 

“It’s just what, bunny?” He asked, his eyes twinkling. 

You cracked a smile, and shook your head. You removed your hands from Hyungwon’s to begin drying his hair again, trying to ignore both his questions and the fluttering of your heart. 

“C’mon, sunshine, tell me what’s wrong,” Hyungwon persisted as he watched you focus back on his hair.

“Don’t worry about it Hyungwon, you can call me whatever you like.” As curt as your response was, Hyungwon could see from the way your face lit up with each pet name that you were enjoying it.

“Tell me, angel, what’s bothering you? Is it work?” He pushed, clearly enjoying watching for your reactions. And maybe also because of the hope that this lighthearted dynamic with you might mean he can finally hear about your inner thoughts. 

“No, no, just because you’re being all mushy doesn't meant I am going to share my work,” you replied. His hair was mostly dry now, and you focused on smoothing it down with you hands. 

“Does my jewel need me to do something else for her then?” He asked, his voice dropping a little lower. You and Hyungwon both knew what he was offering.

You chose not to reply and instead stood back up on your knees so your hands could reach the back of Hyungwon’s head and continue finger brushing his hair. It brought your chest much closer to his face. Hyungwon held your waist, helping you balance as you leaned forward. 

“You smell lovely, princess,” Hyungwon said as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

Knowing he couldn’t see your face, you smiled to yourself. Taking his earlier kiss as an invitation, you pressed a kiss to the top of his head before lowering yourself onto his lap again. 

“You smell good too, cupcake,” you replied once you were facing him. 

Hyungwon broke into one of the widest smiles you’d ever seen him have. “Since when am I cupcake? You usually say baby and darling.” 

Your eyes widened as you realised that Hyungwon had not missed the times you slipped with your words. Although you did have a reason for picking cupcake. 

Hyungwon took in the way your eyes twinkled as you played with his freshly dried but unstyled hair. “Your head looks like a cupcake,” you finally explained with a giggle.

A mafia consigliere. Telling a seasoned fighter. That his head looks like a cupcake. The rest of MX would be hollering if they heard that.

“Oh really? A cupcake? Do you want to eat me up or something huh?” Hyungwon teased. 

You shrugged, a coy smile playing on your lips as you glanced up as if in deep thought. Hyungwon slipped his hands underneath your shirt, his fingers rubbing your waist. 

“Higher, please,” you said, breaking from your deep thoughts about cupcakes.

Hyungwon raised his eyebrows. “Higher? Do you want a massage?” 

“I mean, I can just get my massage gun, you don’t have to,” you began. It was probably too much of an inconvenience to ask him to knead your flesh with his large, strong hands right? 

Hyungwon brought his hands to your shoulders and gently pushed you back so that you fell backwards onto the mattress. He had you laying on your back before you had even finished your sentence. 

“Or I guess not then?” You said, more to yourself than him.

Hyungwon moved to hover over you, and took your chin between his fingers. He leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips, and pulled back before you reciprocated. 

“Turn onto you stomach, blossom. Your cupcake would love to give you a massage,” he said. 

You scoffed amusedly. “Where are you getting these little nicknames from?”

You studied his face for a few seconds, admiring how the lights above him created a small halo around his head, before flipping on to your stomach. Hyungwon straddled your legs so he could comfortably reach your upper back, but kept his weight on his knees. It only took a couple kneads of his fingers for you to let out a moan. 

“Please god oh please keep going,” you sighed, closing your eyes and sinking further into your mattress. 

“I can go for as long as you need, love,” Hyungwon said, and he hoped you knew he didn’t mean that with any undertones of the sexual transactions you had usually shared in the past.

You weren’t really sure how long Hyungwon (wait no, your cupcake) continued to be your masseuse, since you closed your eyes and enjoyed the sensations. Likewise, your cupcake (wait no, Hyungwon) took pleasure in hearing your happy noises which eventually subsided to nothing while you retained a content expression on your face.

Even when Hyungwon stopped, you didn't open your eyes.

“Hey,” he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Y/n, are you sleeping?”

“Mmnooo,” you replied, half muffled by the mattress.

“C’mon, sleep properly. You’ll get cold and your neck will hurt tomorrow,” Hyungwon said as he nudged you awake.

You grumbled that the light hurt your eyes but still dragged yourself to the top of the bed so you could crawl under the covers. Hyungwon joined you soon after he turned off the lights. Immediately, your body turned to face his and he opened up his arms so you could nestle yourself against him.  

“We forgot the coffee,” you mumbled into his chest.

“I’ll take you to get nice coffee in the morning, if you want,” Hyungwon replied as he stroked your hair. 

“I didn’t finish my work today.” 

“Don’t stress your pretty head about that.”

You pulled back a little to look up at Hyungwon. “Hey. I take my job seriously.”

Hyungwon looked down at you, finding your dedication equal parts amusing and concerning. “I take your well-being seriously. Sleep for now, I’ll tell you everything tomorrow.” 

“I should have let you sleep sooner too,” you said. “I shouldn’t have even mentioned the massage.”

Hyungwon almost rolled his eyes. “Just say thank you and go to sleep.”

You kissed his chest. “Mm okay, thank you.”

He kissed the top of your head. “You’re welcome. I like making you happy. I need to make sure you’re okay.” 

Hyungwon fell asleep. You did not. You stayed in his embrace, thinking. He enjoyed making you happy? Was that supposed to mean something or was it the sleep talking? Your relationship right now was good though. There was no reason to change it. You got the sex you wanted, the friendship and company you wanted, and other good moments in between. Hyungwon was both fun and funny, he took an interest in your life and he made you feel good both physically and emotionally. 

But what did he get out of being with you? He got sex, and you knew he enjoyed it. You had informed him he could receive unlimited legal advice from you as long as you were together, although he hadn’t really cashed in that offer yet. 

If Hyungwon could hear your thoughts, he would’ve said your heart. It’s not that he didn’t want to feel your sweet cunt squeezing his cock, or live happy with the knowledge he’ll never face prison, but he wanted more than whatever this was. It had been months of this - sex, with sweet moments interspersed somewhere, like today. You drying his hair, and him giving you that massage, all the while you teased each other with pet names was having the same effect on both of you.

Awake or asleep, both of you were wondering the same thing: it’s more than the sex, it’s the person.

Hyungwon woke up first. He saw you had rolled away from him sometime during the night. A smile graced his features as he took in how peaceful you looked. Sleeping seemed to be the only time you weren’t plagued by the mountains of work you insisted lawyers had to do. Maybe that’s why you were the most high strung person Hyungwon had ever met. 

Hyungwon shuffled to your body on the bed. He reached over you to tap your phone and check the time. It wasn’t even 10am yet. There was no reason to be awake. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before wrapping his arms around you and falling asleep again.

Your eyes fluttered awake. You extricated yourself from Hyungwon’s hold, which wasn’t hard since he was a deep sleeper, and checked the time on your phone: 11:43am. Too late for breakfast, clearly. You propped your head up on your hand and gazed at Hyungwon. His thick lips, soft wavy hair, toned arms you liked to be wrapped in… you had never voiced how much you enjoyed soft mornings like this, and the need to experience them for eternity seemed to grow stronger each time you woke up with Hyungwon. You pressed a kiss to his temple, hoping it conveyed what you wanted.

Feeling your hair brushing his skin as you moved above him, Hyungwon stirred.

“G’morning,” he groaned in his raspy morning voice while keeping his eyes closed.

“Mm hey. Sleep well?” You asked as you pressed another kiss to his face.

“So well,” he replied as he rolled on to his back, eyes still barely open. “C’m’ere.” 

He lifted an arm for you to tuck yourself under and had you lay across his chest. You two snuggled up close, with blissful smiles on your face. Hyungwon stared at the ceiling, mindlessly tracing patterns on your back, while you listened to his calming heartbeat. 

Finally, he broke the silence. “You know, last night, I met with these jewellery sellers.”

“Yeah?” 

“There is a gem auction happening soon, invite only, and I managed to get us one. Do you want to go?” 

“I thought you had a mission last night, not personal business?” You asked, lifting your head off his chest to look at him.

Hyungwon shook his head reassuringly and you lay back down on his chest. “No, it was a mission.”

You hummed, and asked, “So how did you end up in the police station?” 

If it wasn’t for how both you and Hyungwon were in a mafia, his answer would have been horrifying. “I sort of almost ran somebody over with a car.”

Your eyes briefly widened and you propped yourself up again to look at Hyungwon. “Well that’s certainly GBH alright. I assume your victim lived since it wasn’t homicide?”

“Yeah, I let him live once he gave me the information. The auction is going to…” Hyungwon began, but you shushed him quickly.

“Baby, don’t,” you said while placing a finger on his lips. “I know we have a personal relationship but I still need to follow protocol. I’ll receive the information through Hyunwoo after your debriefing.”

Hyungwon picked up your hand from his lips and kissed it. “Baby? A personal relationship?” He repeated your words with a smirk.

You tried to pull your hand away, put some space between you two, but he held on tight.

“Uh nuh, you gotta tell me what this personal relationship is,” Hyungwon said, keeping you in place as his other hand toyed with the hem of your shirt.

Your eyes moved to the ceiling, the window, anywhere but him as you gave an unconvincing answer. “Ok so, we have a… personal relationship. I interact with you in a non-professional capacity… like friends.”

“Hmm… friends…mmm, friends…” Hyungwon rolled the words around his mouth as his hand slipped under your shirt to trail up your side. “Changkyun must be lucky then.”

You pursed your lips. “Kyunnie? What’s he got to do with this?”

Hyungwon’s hand had reached your chest now, and his thumb was brushing the curve of your breasts. “I’m just saying, your friends are lucky people, because they get to do things like this.” 

He started rubbing your nipple with his thumb and a small gasp left your mouth. After a few more circles, he squeezed your nipple, catching you off guard and making you drop down to your elbows. It brought your body back in contact with Hyungwon, who held you close and rolled over so that you were under him now.

“Do all your friends get to see you like this?” He asked, having now pushed your shirt up enough to expose your chest. 

“No,” you said quietly with a shake of your head.

“No? Wow I must be special then,” he smirked and lowered his mouth to one of your nipples. You cried out, and clenched your thighs, trying to get some friction. 

You felt Hyungwon smile against your breast as he pulled his lips off it. “Do you need attention elsewhere?”

You nodded, not trusting yourself to open your mouth.

“Words, blossom. Tell me where you want me,” he replied, sitting up but still rubbing your saliva covered nipple with one hand.

“D-down there,” you said in between breaths. 

Hyungwon’s face still had that self-satisfied smirk as he reached in to your pyjama pants. He ran a finger in between your lips, feeling the wetness that had been pooling between your legs. 

“Can I take these off?” He paused and gestured to your pants. You nodded, and he tugged them down to your knees. 

He returned his fingers to your core, stroking up from your hole to your clit. He used the wetness on his fingers to help circle your clit in agonisingly slow circles. “I can’t believe you let your friends do this to you.”

You tightened your lips around your teeth to stop a whine from escaping, but you one little moan escaped as you bucked your hips up in to his hand.

Hyungwon pulled his hand away from your clit and smacked your thigh. “Stop trying to hide your pretty sounds from me. C’mon love, deep breaths, I want to make you feel good.”

Your body heeded Hyungwon’s words before you had a chance to comprehend them. “Oh fuck,” you sighed as you relaxed and sank into the mattress. Now with every breath there was a string of little moans escaping. The loudest one burst out when he inserted a finger. 

Hyungwon watched as you clutched at the sheets and thrashed your legs just a little. “God sweetheart, I want to hear those sounds everyday.”

“You could - ugh - fuck - you could if you - hiss - fucked me everyday,” you replied, with your sentence being broken up each time he pumped his finger in and out.

“Is that what you want?” Hyungwon asked as he watched you threw your head back with your eyes squeezed shut. “You want to fuck your friends everyday?”

“Hng- no.” 

Hyungwon took that moment to push in another finger? “No? You’re clenching pretty hard for someone who doesn’t want to fuck their friends.” 

“Oh fuck you Hyungwon,” you growled, trying to raise yourself a little more often the bed. 

“Fuck me? Why’s that? Does no one else know how to make you feel good?” Hyungwon curled his fingers inside you, oh so close to that spongy spot.

You let out a seething breath. “Don’t fucking test me.”

Hyungwon curled his fingers inside you again. “Can your friends do this baby?” He asked as his fingers finally hit the spot.

“Oh my god!” You cried out, head thrown back.

He ran his fingers along that spot again. You knew your orgasm was starting. Your fingers scrunched sheets as the pleasure coursed through you, making your eyes roll back and legs tremble. Hyungwon kept his fingers working inside you.

“That’s it baby, ride it out. You’re doing so well for me,” you heard his voice somewhere above you. He brushed some of your hair off your forehead and placed a kiss on your brow when you breathing began steadying again.

You rolled your head to the side to find him and looped a hand around his neck to pull him lips down to you. You could feel his smile as you kissed him softly. You drew up your knees closer to your body. Feeling your knees against his body, Hyungwon ran his hand up soothingly from your knee to your hip as he pulled your body in closer to his own. As his hand moved higher to your waist, you lopped both arms around his shoulders to pull him closer to deepen the kiss. It brought his hips over yours and allowed you to feel his clothed hard on against your exposed core.

You pulled back from the kiss slightly. “Let me take care of you,” you said in a whisper as you pushed your hips up to rub yourself against his erection.

Hyungwon gave your lips a quick peck before pulling back even further. “No, y/n, this was about you.” 

You pouted. “But I want to make you feel good.” 

Hyungwon smiled and tapped your lip that was jutting out. “Hm, cute. But I can’t stay, blossom. I have a meeting.” 

Your pout stayed as Hyungwon pushed himself off your bed and sat on the edge. You pulled your pyjama pants back on, as sticky as they were, and got off the bed to stand and face him. 

“Well at least come shower with me?” You asked as you offered him a hand.

Hyungwon smiled bright as he took it. “The day I say no to that question is the day you should take me to court.”

It was a few days later when you saw Hyungwon again. The whole of MX was gathering to discuss the next course of action regarding their jewellery heist. 

The plan for the jewellery heist was as follows: Several MX members would bid on jewels, driving up the price and preventing anybody else from taking them, until as many of the jewels as possible went back into storage, where remaining MX members would be taking them from before any payments were made. When the jewels are discovered as gone, before they could reach the individuals that purchased them (MX), you would be filing a series of insurance claims for all the pieces Hyungwon “claimed” at the auction - essentially, MX would be double dipping by committing insurance fraud.

Since it was suspicious when multiple members from the same mafia came to a jewellery auction, each member had believable covers. Minhyuk was an art collector dabbling in jewels, and Hyunwoo was an accountant representing some investment firm (conveniently owned by MX). Jooheon was the replacement for the host of the auction, whom Minhyuk was getting rid of just before the auction was supposed to begin. Changkyun would make an appearance later in the evening as a jewellery designer, while carrying necessary tools to break into the safe room the jewels were stored in. Kihyun would follow Changkyun after he sets up explosives. Finally, as usual, Hoseok would hang back to coordinate everybody.

It was rare for you to attend strategy meetings, so you stayed silent the whole time, instead noting down a reminder to yourself to prepare all necessary documents for insurance claims. 

“I hope all of you keep any documents you’re given about these jewels so I can submit them with the totally legit insurance claim we’re making,” you said to the room.

“Actually, Miss y/n, you’ll be picking them up yourself because you’re going out on the field as Hyungwon’s cover story,” Hoseok said, with his mouth set in uncomfortable line. 

You first looked to Hyunwoo to double check this was indeed a confrmed, final, set win stone plan. When your boss nodded, you gave Hyungwon a quick glance, but his face was neutral.

“I uhh haven’t been in the field in ages guys,” you replied hesitantly. “Although it could be a good change of pace and scenery,” you quickly added, trying to stay positive. “What exactly is my role?”

“You’re going as Hyungwon’s partner,” Jooheon replied with a dimpled smile. “You’ll have fun I think, looking amazing all dolled up, not that you aren’t already pretty.” Under the table, Hyungwon cleared his throat and extended one of his long legs to kick Jooheon. The message was clear: back off.

You pursed your lips as you looked between the two. Your team was counting on you to do this, and usually you would take any mission given to you, even though you weren’t someone who regularly went out in the field. But this time, you were worried. Could you stay level headed while pretending to be a couple? Would you lose sight of what’s real and what’s just the cover story?

You would find out a week later, on the night of the auction. 

Next Chapter

[luviestarz]

bts pt 3

oh how you love longhair!jungkook . . .

lonely hearts club (m)

summary: jeon jeongguk has annoying little brother energy™. you know this deep in your bones. wedding after wedding, you keep running into him at the goddamn singles’ table, and he just won’t leave you alone. until you start to wonder... is he your ticket out of the lonely hearts club? 

By Its Cover (M)

The one where Jungkook makes a horrifically bad first impression. 

The Deepest Marks of Essence

Description: When you found yourself circled by a tribe, you never thought it would lead you to tap into your deepest wants and desires. You are the oldest child, the example of how one should act at all costs, but if you ever manage to escape this maze and if your story ever becomes told, you’ll never be looked at the same. But it’s hard to regret it when your nights are spent with gentle caresses and starry midnight skies. You got everything you secretly longed for, but at what cost? 

every hour, every minute. (m)

synopsis. jungkook can be an animal when it comes to fucking you sensless.

ONCE AGAIN, MILAN ! - (nsfw)

summary .what happens when you and jungkook find yourselves once again in milan, this time with no business attached — well a hol' lotta sex for sure!

( 전정국 ) . . . BURNING HOUR jeon jungkook

❪ synopsis ❫ there’s nothing better than spending an entire day at your boyfriend’s yatch, tanning and waiting for the sunset with a drink in your hand… too bad your boyfriend had other plans for you.

WARM NIGHTS & CLEAR LINES — JJK (m.)

there haven't been a lot of people who have come into your life that became important to you – and you didn’t expect jeon jungkook to be one if it – not at all. but what started as a casual relationship turned into more than that, and now you find yourself deeply in love with him – and happily so. or; your first "i love you" comes out completely wrong.

fill with fire, exhale desire, m | jjk

summary: He smokes cigarettes. You hate it. You always have a lighter in your pocket. He is pissed off because it isn't for him, you say. So much is said, but the truth is in the silence.

CRIMINAL ! ... halloween special jungkook

your boyfriend ends up loving your costume idea for the two of you more than he initially lets on.

MATCHPOINT MASTERLIST (jk and mingyu)

while tennis was your priority, the two boys who couldn’t stop competing both on and off the court somehow were too.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢 -jk

summary: You, a determined fashion designer, find yourself entangled in a collaboration with the irresistibly charming and egotistic heartthrob, Jeon Jungkook. Will this partnership remain strictly professional, or will he make the lines blur?

Might as well be drunk in love: 1 of 3 bts ot7

Summary: In which your friend thought it would be funny to give you a love potion, and in which seven CEOs accidentally drank it.

summary: jungkook is usually a nice guy from the way he interacts with other people – but the only exception comes to you. and you can't figure out why.

MOTHERFUCKIN’ TRAIN WRECK! ⋆ 정국 - jk

when renowned fuckboy jeon jeongguk catches feelings, he loses his mind. only when it comes to you, though.

CRAZY | JJK (Part 1)

summary you know it sounds twisted. that most people would see hyungwon as the perfect boyfriend. healthy, balanced, all the things that relationships should be. that’s when you realized... you weren't like most people. but that's okay. because neither is jungkook.

pairing: metro inhabitant!Jungkook x survivor!female reader yandere

Closer To You - JJK (18+)

Summary: You know that you and Jeongguk are completely different individuals from every possible aspect, and there is no future of this relationship but you can’t push him away, not when he only wants to come closer to you.

next door - jjk

summary: Jungkook is obsessed with you. All because of some badly designed architecture and house planning, he’d do anything for you, and when he sees you struggling to orgasm, he takes matters into his own hands... or camera. 

[thecozywhaleshark]

Pocket Monsta X - Home Alone

A/n: An anon request for Pocket MX being home alone while their mom runs errands and when their mom gets back

Shownu:

is a good, quiet pocket

most of the time

if home alone he will do either two things: 1. read quietly 

or 2. turn on the radio to his favorite station and crank the volume

dances and head bangs around the house

will probably be shirtless 

only a pocket trained ear will be able to hear faint screaming as he sings if anyone should pass by the house while this is happening

blushes so hard if you catch him head-banging on the kitchen counter and shyly grabs his shirt before scampering away

Wonho:

will pout when you leave 

watches from the window with his nose pressed against the glass until your car is out of sight

then is scampering down the back of the couch to the kitchen

stuffs his face with his favorite things (he especially loves marshmallows)

grabs food and hides it in places only he knows so he can sneakily have a snack without you knowing later

will be very clever about it, hide it in low places you won’t think to look

might watch tv 

gets really into the cooking shows 

even though he knows he's not allowed to watch them (he gets too aggressive over them, you say its bad for his blood pressure) 

will keep his eyes glued to the television watching Chopped and screaming at them things like “YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO SEAR THE STEAK SAM! NOT BURN IT!” or “YOU FORGOT TO HEAT UP THE OVEN YOU DUM DUM!” 

as soon as he hears your car in the driveway he’s quick to turn off the tv and run to his little weight set, pretends he's been working out the entire time you’ve been gone 

gives you the biggest hug when he sees you

coaxes you into cuddles ~ though it doesn’t take much now does it 

Kihyun:

alternates between wandering the house and doodling pictures

if he’s feeling in a cleaning mode might go around the house picking up lint off the carpet 

if not he might just reorganize his entire closet a couple of times 

will do it by brand, by sleeve length, by color... keeps doing it until he’s satisfied 

eventually just lays on the floor and stares at the popcorn ceiling, drawing patterns in his head, might start humming a tune

twiddles his wee little thumbs on his stomach until you come home

so relieved when you do because he’s been so b o r e d

immediately wants to be put right back on your shoulder

will be excited to help you restock the pantries and get everything all neat and organized 

Minhyuk:

gathers all of his stuffed animals and climbs up onto your bed

has a little tea party

brings little doll cups of water and some Cheetos onto the bed to serve his friends

it will start out innocent but he’ll soon add drama to the conversation 

will sigh dramatically and cause all the drama himself, all “Theodore, please.” and, “Dolly, we all know you would look so much better with a little more stuffing in your cheeks.” 

will turn his little tea party into a war zone, making his toys fight each other and spilling the water all over the bed, eating the snacks and leaving little orange hand and footprints everywhere 

will eventually tire himself out and fall asleep mid play

that's where you find them when you come back 

you will be mad that your white sheets are damp and smeared with orange goo 

but he looks so cute sleeping on top of his teddy bear that you can’t bear to wake him

Hyungwon:

wanders the house randomly touching everything

spends a lot of time contemplating where things came from or what would happen if they were to, by chance, break

talks to himself

gives a detailed description of every room in the house and what you guys do there to imaginary real-estate sellers and potential buyers

will get teary-eyed if he remembers something emotional while giving the ‘tour’

will sigh at himself in annoyance and head back towards the front door to start over 

will stare at you solemnly when you come in after getting the groceries 

if you ask him “hey buddy! what have you been up to today?” he’ll probably just blink and walk away, still lost in his own mind and showing the imaginary guests out the door

Jooheon:

as soon as you’re gone he’s taking out all of his hot wheels and setting up the most elaborate race track

it’ll take him a couple of tries - could take him all day

but he’ll climb everywhere to get some cool jumps

if his car can’t make the jump he’ll ‘fly’ them to where they need to be

which could be in a completely different part of the house

he won’t be done when you come home

be prepared to have to step over all his tracks and have to help him clean it all up later

he’ll want you to grab your own car and race him, turning chores into playtime as fast as he can

I.M:

takes a nap when you leave so he has less time missing you and feeling alone in the big empty house

will try to pull some big kid prank that he’s too little to make happen but he’ll try to do it anyway

like he’ll try to rig up a bucket of water balanced precariously on the door 

but he’ll use a plastic cup and the sink sprayer to fill it

he’ll accidentally tip it over on the counter when he’s trying to move it

soaks anything that’s nearby 

panics as it drips down the cabinets and onto the floor 

scampers away 

is in denial when you come home and see water everywhere 

“I don't know mom the sink does crazy things sometimes...maybe you oughta get that checked out.” 

~~~

Tag List: @zerotexas1975 @restfromthestreets @purpletigertaetae @tangledsparkles @jedi-cat-6 @ruinedbyjin

[1kook]

PLEASE HES SO CUTE

[pocket-scenarios]

Hi! Can I request for several drabbles for the Drabble Game? Number 19 for Minho (SKZ), Number 20 and 29 (if possible!) for JB, and Number 35 for Hyungwon

Lee Know:

19: They surprise you with flowers.

(Admin: Sxng)

You turn away from the members of your group abruptly feeling a tap on your shoulder, your confused expression drops in a second when you see your friend Minho: “Congrats, on your debut,” Minho says with a laugh pulling a bouquet of flowers from behind him.

“Those are from my group,” he rushes out when you take them from him running one of his hands through his hair, “it was Chan’s idea,” he continues to ramble.

“Thank you,” you say wrapping one of your arms around his shoulders patting his back softly, “tell the rest of your group I said thank you too, we should go out to eat sometime,” you say lulling your head to the side, “I mean our groups,” you say with a laugh that he returns.

“If you’re paying,” Minho says looking to the side you roll your eyes at his remark, “I’ll get going now, good luck,” Minho says brightly greeting the rest of your group when he passes them.

JB:

20: Back hugs.

29: “You don’t need to diet.”

“I really need to go on a diet before we starting filming for my movie,” you mutter looking at yourself in the mirror you can see Jaebum coming up to you before his arms actually wrap around your middle.

“You look beautiful,” Jaebum mutters resting his head in the crook of your neck his eyes meeting yours through the mirror, “I can’t stop you though,” he says with a small laugh, “but don’t let anyone tell you that you have to go on a diet,” Jaebum assures.

“Thank you,” you say softly turning sideways in his grip, Jaebum presses a light kiss to your forehead before releasing his grip.

Hyungwon:

35: You go camping together

(Admin: Guiiying)

“Have you been camping before?” You ask watching Hyungwon swat at the air frantically.

“We put a tent up in the backyard and slept in it,” Hyungwon says with a small laugh dropping his head finally making his way over to you, you return his laugh running your hand through his hair.

“Help me put up the tent,” you say softly he hums and to your surprise, the two of you actually manage to put the tent up without any embarrassment.

“Do you know where Hoseok and Kihyun set up?” Hyungwon asks sitting next to you, you shrug.

“It’s not too far away,” you say softly turning your head towards him, “wanna go find them?” You ask nudging him slightly, he shrugs but stands up again holding his hand out to you.

“We might as well,” Hyungwon says with a small laugh.

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Prisoner to Temptation | Chapter Twelve

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A/N: This chapter was inspired almost in its entirety by two songs. “Wicked Game” by Chris Isaak is the first, and the other shall present itself... 

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Hyungwon was not at breakfast again, and when Naran inquired, she was told that he had gone out for the day with no indication of when he’d be back. Her ankle had reasonably recovered, and so, with nothing else to do nor anything else to occupy her thoughts other than the prince himself, she took to circling the gardens.

Since the weather had cleared, the ground had hardened, and the princess was able to venture to places she could not before. The gardens were much smaller here than they were in Changdeokgung, and most of the leafy things in them had been rendered brittle skeletons by the heavy rains. There were, however, pretty ornaments to add enough interest—a pavilion, a pond, several benches, and statues. Still, it was times like these that Naran wished she had any respectable accomplishments rather than the “unladylike” hobbies she’d picked up in Moghulikhan. As it were, she had nothing left to pass the time, so she headed up to the servant house.

There, she found a grim-faced, middle-aged man with deep-set eyes and thin lips who looked on her as though she were a fly buzzing around his head.

“Excuse me, sir,” she said, “can you tell me where the stables are?”

The man raised a heavily-calloused hand and gestured toward the opposite end of the yard, but his dialect was heavy, and Naran had a hard time understanding him. Luckily, Hansol poked his head out a window and proclaimed, “I will take you there, Your Highness.”

Relief washed through her at the prospect of a friendly escort. She welcomed the valet at her side, and, together, the pair set off toward the gates.

“Thank you,” she said. “I was about to wander aimlessly through this place in yet another circle.”

Hansol smiled. “The language is definitely regional in many pockets here. I imagine it would be very hard for Your Highness to make out anything he was saying.”

“It’s a good thing you showed up when you did then because I might have found myself following his directions right over a cliff.”

“Now, I could never allow that, Your Highness,” he said with a grin. “I’m glad I caught you anyway. I just came from the stables as it is. I have everything in order for you.”

“You do?”

There was that wide, boyish smile of his. “Of course. It would be awfully unfair to come to such beautiful country and not see any of it.”

“This is exactly what I needed. You know me well. Thank you, Hansol.”

At this, the servant scratched the back of his head with a bit of redness highlighting his cheeks. “In truth, Your Grace, you always give me credit too liberally. It was His Highness who suggested I take you on a ride.”

“Why would the prince— With you?”

Hansol cocked his head to the side as he tried to puzzle out the princess’s meaning. “Your Grace?”

“Just talking to myself, do not mind me. Did you…” Naran began carefully, “did you see the Prince this morning?”

“I did, Your Highness.”

“Is he— Um, how did he seem to you?”

The valet sighed. “His ill humor continues, but it is much improved from yesterday morning, I can at least report. I think the hot springs may have helped lighten his mind. After all, His Highness has been overwhelmed of late. Between the wedding and the holidays and all the unannounced guests at the palace, he must be very stressed because, in all our years together, I have never seen him so burdened. It weighs on my heart.”

“Oh…” she said as her eyes drifted to the pathway.

Hansol bowed then, his face redder than before. “I am so sorry, Your Highness! I should not have said those things. It is not my place.”

“No, no, I don’t mind. You know the prince better than most anyone, I should think. I am relieved to know he has you looking out for him.”

“Besides Her Highness, of course,” the servant amended with a gentle smile.

“Yes, well, I’m glad to hear his mood is improving,” replied Naran, though she could hear how distant her voice sounded as she processed Hansol’s thoughts. “I hope it continues so. Please look after him well, Hansol.”

“Always, Your Grace.”

“And, um, I’m a little embarrassed to admit this, but I don’t actually know where he is today.”

“To be honest, neither do I. His Highness only told me he would be going out on business and that I should look after you. It is a shame he should plan such a beautiful getaway and then not even be able to enjoy it. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting you to arrive for another week or so, too, so his business must be urgent.”

Naran just hummed, her mind instantly reeling to thoughts of another secret meeting with another potential consort. Perhaps the last time she’d pushed him away, she’d pushed him straight into another woman’s arms, one would end his loneliness without retreating.

At length, the pair reached the stables at the back of the property. Again, these weren’t anywhere near as grand as the ones back in the capital, but the horses were treated no less royally. The stalls were clean and the beasts’ eyes were bright as they perked at the presence of potential riders. Naran missed her own stallion, but she did like the look of the proud gray mare at the head of the stable, which bobbed its head almost in its own little bow.

“May I take this one?” asked the princess, and Hansol beamed his toothiest grin.

“By all means. She’s already been fed and watered, and I’m sure she’s itching for a ride.”

“Very well, show me to the saddles and let’s head out.”

After careful selection, Naran saddled her horse and packed a bow and a quiver of arrows. What her life lacked these days was focus, and there was nothing more focusing in the world to her than archery. By the time they returned to the villa, she had hopes that she would have a renewed sense of purpose.

The princess mounted her horse and waited in the courtyard for Hansol. He followed a few minutes later, looking more like a man than his usual formal servant self. He did not cut anywhere near as dashing a figure on the horse as the prince did, but all the same, Naran did not think she’d ever seen Hansol so handsome. He was bright and alert and good-natured with an openness that, at any other time, she might have pursued. He was safe. He was simple. He was exactly the kind of string-free relationship she had always wanted.

“Where would you like to go, Your Highness?” asked the valet.

“I’d like to do a bit of target practice. Is there somewhere wide and open where we can get some speed?”

“I think I know just the place.”

Hansol guided them through the gate and down the mountain as the morning ticked by quickly. The roads were narrow and unkempt, with many potholes and washed-out sections, so progress was slower than the princess was accustomed, but once things began to level out, she noticed she was still riding alone.

“When I asked you to ride with me, Hansol, I did not mean as a shadow,” Naran admonished.

“With all due respect, Your Highness, it is my job to look after you and protect you, and I can do that much better from back here.”

She was about to joke that it was probably for the best since he could never keep up, but then she heard her husband in her head.

That is our thing.

The princess stuffed away the jibe, and as she did, a bolt of epiphany struck her. If this was how the prince endured every trip or excursion or ride his entire life, it was no wonder he felt so alone. Even surrounded by those closest to him, everyone was out of reach. Hyungwon did not have a Saran to tease and chase and confide in. He did not have a Jigme to encourage and embrace and debate. Even his would-be Magda kept him at arm’s length. Naran was comfortable on her own because she knew she could always return home to them when she needed them.

The prince only had his princess.

This is so much worse…

Naran’s palms were throbbing, and when she looked down, she realized she been wringing the reins in her grip until the leather had cut off her circulation.

“How much farther?” she called back.

Hansol gauged their surroundings and answered, “Not much, Your Grace. Maybe another ten minutes?”

Not much was a relative term, it seemed. If it was a mere ten minutes, it felt like a lifetime, but at last, they arrived at a long stretch of meadow along the river winding through the foothills. The valet wasn’t keen that they were so close to the main road that ran parallel, but Naran assured him that at least this way, they could see anyone coming. With a clear line of sight and a bow in her hand, that was one thing about which the princess never had to second-guess herself.

The grasses were still bright green here and lush from the river access, and thanks to the sturdy winds that funneled through the canyon, it kept the hoppers and flies low to the grass line. Nothing worse than a bug in the mouth when trying to square up a shot, the princess mused with a wry smile. This would do nicely enough.

Naran had Hansol select a few targets at random—fallen logs, knots in trees, and her personal favorite, a hole in an overturned old boat—and, once she’d memorized them, she did a few test runs back and forth across the meadow. There was nothing quite like the muffled clop of hooves in grass, and with the wind in her face and her eyes closed, she could almost believe she was back in Moghulikhan. The only thing she needed was her eagle on her arm.

Once Naran had leaned completely into her muscle memory, she drove her horse forward. Her bow string was pulled taut, the arrow already nocked. The first target came up quickly—a termite hole in an old tree—and she released the arrow. It just missed the hole, plunging instead into the fragile wood surrounding, but she didn’t have time to berate herself. The next target was upon her.

This time when she loosed the arrow, it flew true, right into the heart of the rotting log near the riverbank. Dimly, she heard Hansol applauding, but he stopped abruptly a second later when her next arrow plunged into the old boat to his left. She almost missed that one as well, the arrowhead clattering against the lip of the hole to send it ping-ponging into the shadows beneath the hull, but with practice, she made the next two, and when she came upon the last target—an amputated tree limb still dangling from its mother tree—Naran sank the shot confidently.

“Very well done, Your Grace!” championed Hansol as he jogged over to grab the reins.

Naran leapt down from the saddle and wiped the sweat from her brow as she doubled-over, hands on her knees.

“Are you all right?”

“Indeed. It has just been a while since I have been able to practice my archery. I fear I am rustier than I thought.”

“I have never seen a lady wield a weapon before, let alone so skillfully. I should be afraid to see you well-practiced. No wonder you were not concerned with bandits.”

Naran exhaled slowly as she stood back up on sore legs. “Ah, well, I suppose since I don't know when we will return to the palace, at least I may have plenty of time for practice.”

“They shall have to enlist you in your own Royal Guard,” Hansol joked. “Shall you ride again, Your Highness?”

“My horse needs water first,” she said as she grabbed the reins. “How about we walk to the river?”

Hansol agreed, and together, they wandered along the shoreline until they found a gently sloping bank from which the animals could drink. The princess’s ankle panged from squeezing the horse’s side for so long, but when she dipped her finger in the water, she found it far too icy to soak. Tomorrow, she would have to see about another trip to the hot springs.

With a pleasant sort of emptiness easing her soul, Naran crouched at the shoreline and stared out across the ravine. The river was as stunning as Hyungwon had painted it in her mind. Though it was late in the season, the light still frolicked across its back in white-gold flashes like a swarm of mischievous nymphs. The current shush-shush-shushed along the banks with the consistent rhythm of a metronome while a stick spun in a nearby eddy, hypnotic and languid.

It was so simple here, so peaceful, a balm to Naran’s weary heart. But one thought stormed through her mind with the destructive force of an army.

Hyungwon wanted to show me this.

The pang from her ankle was now in her chest as she considered the man she was here with instead. Hansol did not say much beside her. He observed their horses dutifully, as stalwart a servant as there ever was one.

“You are a very good sort of man, Hansol,” the princess said suddenly, and he straightened to full attention immediately.

“I live to be of service, Your Grace,” he said though he could not help his twitch of a proud smile.

“I’m not talking about your work,” Naran clarified. “I mean to say that you are a good man besides your position.”

The valet looked dumbfounded and most definitely embarrassed. “Th-thank you, Your Highness.”

“Is there a lady in your life?”

This question shocked him even further. It took him a moment to answer almost as though he had to translate it into another language, though he was fluent in both Goryeon and English. “There is not, Your Grace.”

“We keep you too busy, I suppose?”

“It’s not that…” he said gently.

“Do you get lonely, Hansol?” It was more a rhetorical question, Naran supposed. She wasn’t even sure exactly why she was asking it. No doubt, it crossed some lines, but her own desperate feelings seemed to be slipping the iron bonds of her usual self-control.

For his part, the man quietly considered her question. His lips pressed together as firmly as a seal on a vault, but when the princess did not change the subject, his duty to answer outweighed his reticence.

“Yes, sometimes. It is hard to make friends when you are the personal valet to a royal officer. His Grace is a very kind master though, as are you, Your Highness. If I may be so bold, our empire is much brighter since you became a part of it.”

Hansol’s words were very pretty and sincerely meant, but Naran felt a disconnect. In this unspoiled moment, she had everything she had ever wanted. She was independent. She was free of her royal tethers. She was in a real-life landscape painting with a handsome man at her side. She could take off in any direction if the whim struck her, and no one would be able to catch her.

And none of it felt like what she truly wanted.

“Do you like me, Hansol?”

The princess’s words were barely louder than the river current, but they seemed to echo in the canyon.

Again, the servant looked surprised, but he remained amiable as always. “Of course, Your Highness.”

“No, I mean, do you find me beautiful?”

“Of course, Your Highness,” he continued in his persistently servile tone.

Naran groaned. “I’m being serious, Hansol. You need not speak as a servant here, but as a man, and no matter what, I will not hold your answer against you. I just need to hear it? I can’t explain why.”

His eyes drifted up the princess’s frame until they met hers. This time, there was no trace of formality in his voice, and his tone had a much harder edge to it than the princess had ever experienced from him. “You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.”

His praise did not make Naran feel as she thought it would—in fact, it did not make her feel much of anything at all except a flash of shame.

“Say my name,” she blurted then.

Hansol gaped at her. “What?”

“I want you to speak not my title but my name. Do you know it?”

“I—yes, Your Highness.”

“You will not get in trouble, I swear to it.”

He gaped at her as though he was already surrounded by a dozen guards all waiting for him to dare to cross such an important royal line, but the princess could not back down. She gazed at him pleadingly, and, finally, Hansol wet his lips.

Color rushed up his neck and face, and though he could not look in her eyes as he said it, he whispered shakily, “Naran…”

This time, the only thing she felt was how very wrong her name sounded on someone else’s lips. Before, when others she trusted said it, it was pleasant or comforting, yet now, somehow, it felt like it didn’t belong to her anymore. It had become a precious thing, locked away, and only very few people held the key.

Swiftly, her mind flipped the page to another name, and just as strangely, this one felt like it belonged to her.

Hyungwon.

All Naran could think about now was that the prince was out there somewhere all alone, and she needed to get back to him as soon as she could. What if he’d come back to the villa and she wasn’t there? It wasn’t right. An overwhelming sort of panic surged through her veins.

“We must go back to the villa at once,” the princess said as she whipped back toward her horse.

“I—” stuttered a frantic Hansol. A moment later, he was bent in half for a bow as he practically shouted, “Your Highness, please forgive me.”

His words rang through the mountains, and Naran was furious with herself for making the man suffer so.

“Hansol, please. Please rise,” she said. Slowly, the valet rose, terror etched in his face, and once she caught his gaze, she bowed to him. His eyes widened further as he took in the princess lowering to a servant. “I’m sorry to have unnerved you. It was my mistake, and I should not have imposed upon you like that. You have absolutely nothing to apologize for. We need never speak of this again, for it is already forgotten so long as you can forgive me.”

“Of course, Your Highness,” he said with his hand over his heart, and things felt in their order again. “But is everything all right then if we must hurry from here?”

“I can’t explain it, but we must get back as soon as we can. I need to be there.”

Hansol looked to the well-watered horses and nodded. “Then there is no better timing. We can head straight back.”

Gratefully, Naran mounted her horse as the valet did his, and they headed back to the road at a sturdy gallop. Things felt so much longer on the ride back. Every second the princess remained away intensified the sickly dread inside, that if she didn’t beat her husband back, something might break that could never be repaired. The longer everything took up the mountain, the deeper the putrescent claws dug into her gut. Her horse was doing all the work, but Naran was the one who felt like gasping for air through teary eyes.

They made it back to the villa by early afternoon, and when she found that the prince had not yet returned, her relief almost immediately transformed into worry. Because she didn’t know where he had gone, she also didn’t know when he’d be back, which meant she didn’t know if something worse had happened. Hansol did not seem concerned as of yet, but she wondered if the servant’s well-trained expression belied how he also felt as he worked the yard in front of the staff house. Still, she’d asked too much of him today to further upset him, so she kept her anxieties mostly to herself. She could not, however, conceal her pacing.

All evening, Naran waited in the courtyard, zipping back and forth until her ankle had begun to throb, but she couldn’t risk leaving. At some point, one of the servants had brought her some food, and though she ate to keep from feeling hunger nerves, she had no appetite.

At last, as twilight blackened the forest canopy, the gates opened, and Naran straightened her robe and unwound the tie in her hair to feather her tresses over her shoulders. In rode Hyungwon on the back of a white horse, looking every bit the great lord he was. She rocked on her heels at the edge of the courtyard, but if the prince saw her, he made no acknowledgement.

Once he’d handed off his horse to Hansol, the prince headed straight for the men’s quarters, and the princess hissed. By now, her ankle felt almost twice its size, and running felt impossible though she forced it anyway. She couldn’t risk another lockout.

“My prince!” she shouted as she shuffled behind him. “My prince! Ah!”

Naran wobbled and caught the wall to stabilize herself, but at least it grabbed Hyungwon’s attention. He turned at last to face her with a look of bewilderment and maybe, she hoped, concern on his face.

“What are you doing out here, Princess? Your face is flushed, and you look ill. You should go back to your room and lie down.”

She shook her head. “I can’t. I need to speak with you.”

The prince stared at her, his elegant face completely blank.

“I did not see you come back with an escort,” she blurted.

Hyungwon was just as blunt in his answer. “That would be because I did not take one.”

“What do you mean riding about without a guard?” Naran scolded. “If there are bandits in the northern mountains, surely, there must be some here. You could have been hurt! Where did you have to go that was so important that you would risk your safety?”

“I know these mountains very well, Princess. I’ve been playing in them my whole life,” he assured as he breezed past her toward his room.

“Wait a minute!” she protested as she stumbled after his strong gait. “I was worried! You were gone so long and then you came back alone, and yet you still tell me nothing. Can you not at least tell me where you went?”

“Away.”

The lone word bit into her heart like a cobra.

Naran blinked, stunned, and it took her a moment to collect herself. “That’s hardly an answer, sir. If you were just going on a ride, I could have joined you.”

At this, Hyungwon pulled up to a sudden stop, his back straight as an arrow. He did not look back at her as he said, “Then that would have defeated the point.”

“Which is?”

But he did not answer nor did he turn to her.

Naran stumbled along the wall, out of breath and in pain as she worked hard to stay close to her husband. Her hand clutched her chest as she steadied her breath. “Will you do this again tomorrow?”

“Perhaps.”

“And the day after? And the day after?”

“I can’t answer that.”

They reached the prince’s room then, and he blew inside, his hanbok snapping behind him. Hyungwon did not close the door in her face though it felt like he had, and Naran slumped against the frame. He lit a candle, and the butterscotch flame warmed the shadows. His room looked nearly identical to hers—definitely more upscale than the others in the wing yet still cozy and humble but, most of all, intimate. It was so inviting, yet she could feel invisible hands trying to shove her from it.

“I don’t want to play the stud horse tonight, Princess,” griped the prince as he tossed his belt across the room.

“I’m not here about heirs.” Naran could feel the tremor in her throat that always preceded her tears, and when her voice escaped again, it was a near whimper. “Why did you make me come here if you were just going to leave me all alone?”

Hyungwon turned then, and his face was as cold as the moon yet just as luminous. “It’s what you wanted. And I did not leave you alone. Hansol is here. Did he not keep you company today?”

“We went out for a ride, yes.”

“I’m glad he was here to look after you then,” the prince said stiffly.

“He told me you arranged it,” she ventured, and at once, a look of frustration crossed her husband’s face.

“That disobedient—”

“Don’t be cross with him, please? He only wanted to give you credit for your consideration of me.”

Hyungwon sighed and deflated all at once. “As the lady wishes.”

“Why would you do that?” Naran whispered. “Why would you push Hansol and I together?”

“You said you were comfortable with him.”

“I am. He’s a loyal friend, and I value him. That’s all, my prince, I swear it, yet you keep insinuating I like him as more than that. Why?”

Hyungwon held his breath, his chest high and tight as he looked far, far away from her. Softly, he said, “Because if I have to lose you to anybody, it may as well be someone I trust.”

Naran took a step into his room. Then, another and another. She closed the door behind her, and at its soft swish into place, her husband looked to her at last. This time when their eyes met, she felt it—the thing she’d been missing in the meadow today, the very same thing she’d been missing with everyone else since she’d arrived in Goryeo.

Naran felt a connection.

“I don’t want to lose you at all,” she confessed.

“You can’t just say things like that and expect me to take them seriously, Naran. You’re hot, you’re cold. You like me, you never want to see me again. I can’t trust anything you say to me.”

“That was before.”

“Before what? Before Champa? Before you had another reason to never forgive me for this marriage?”

“I know I said that, but something’s changed. I’ve changed.”

Hyungwon rolled his eyes. “One trip to some hot springs doesn’t change a heart bound and determined to turn against another.”

Naran hung her head. Her throat felt like it was closing up. Panic spiked her heart and flooded her mind as everything fell apart around her.

“I hate how much my fear and resentment has hurt you, but I’m not bitter anymore,” she said, “and I’m not scared of anything but being without you. I know my heart now, and it’s open if you’ll have it.”

“Until someone else fills it…” grumbled Hyungwon.

“My prince—”

“You cut me, Naran. You cut me to the bone. I’m hemorrhaging beside you, and still, I try to hide the bloodshed so I don’t look more pathetic in your eyes than I already do.”

He swallowed hard and took a step toward her.

“If you ever risked getting close enough, you would see the way my heart beats for you,” he continued raggedly. Hyungwon yanked aside the collar of his hanbok and bared his throat. He tapped the side of his neck and snarled, “See? Pathetic.”

There, Naran could see it plain even in the candlelight—the throb of pale flesh above the red river of longing coursing through him.

She kissed him there suddenly. His skin was hot and peppered with salt. It was intoxicating, so she placed a second kiss beside her first and then several more to trace the wake of her destruction all the way to his mouth.

Hyungwon stared at her tawny lips, transfixed. His own were throbbing, too, as they flushed fuller than she’d ever seen on any man. Under her scrutiny, they quivered and then blotted themselves against each other as the pale fled from the fresh deluge of rose that flooded them now.

Her eyes flicked to his.

Another breath.

Two.

“Hyungwon,” she murmured.

His lips parted in surprise. Naran molded her body to his, and on reflex, his hands rested at her hips, feather light and ready to flee at her slightest flinch.

But, this time, the princess held fast to her prince.

“Kiss me.”

In a split second, the space between them evaporated. Frantically, her husband’s fists knotted in the folds of her silks as he crushed her hips to his, but as their gazes entwined, his fingers unwound to knead tenderly at her back.

Hyungwon’s face loomed over hers, his features dark except for the brightness of his eyes. In a voice trembling with barely restrained hope, he begged, “Don’t leave me.”

“Don’t let me go,” she returned, and then Naran pushed up on her toes and brushed her mouth over his.

Hyungwon went rigid, almost as though he assumed the whole thing was a mistake or a mirage, so Naran pressed more urgently against him. She bathed his lips in little kisses, every corner, every swell, every recess. It was only when her tongue risked a taste of that caramel freckle on his bottom lip that the prince roared to life.

He kissed her fiercely, the kind of kiss that made her feel like kindling at the mercy of the first strike of a match. One hand wound her long hair twice around his fist. He tugged once, and needles of pleasure and pain pricked along her scalp.

“Say it again,” he commanded.

Even if he hadn’t asked, his name would have come tumbling from her lips, for Naran could never hold it back again.

“Hyungwon…”

This time, his lips clashed with hers as he drove them back, back, back until she slammed into the wall with an “oomph” devoured by his mouth. Something clattered to the floor beside them.

“I dream of you,” he rasped into her ear as he rocked his strengthening hardness against her thigh. “Every night. How do I know I’m not dreaming now?”

He placed a kiss under the overhang of her jaw as his breath fanned fire across her skin, and her nails scratched across his scalp in hopes that if he felt her, he would believe her.

“I’m here, Hyungwon. I’m with you.”

“Ah,” he groaned as his brow, then his eyes, met hers, “that’s doing such funny things to my head. It sounds so good on your lips. It’s all I’ve ever wanted. You, Naran. You’re all I’ve wanted. Every day. Always.”

The princess brought her hands up to frame her husband’s face. She stroked the tender skin at his cheeks and smiled. “I want you, too, Hyungwon.”

A snarl curled those beautiful lips, and the hands at her back shifted to the back of her thighs as he lifted her up and pinioned her against the wall. Naran’s legs wrapped around him as another reminder that this wasn’t a dream, and yet, they held on to one another like it was. While she had a stranglehold around his waist, his body ground almost painfully against hers, so hard that the wall creaked behind them. Even being this close did not feel close enough. There wasn’t a swath of skin her hands didn’t paw, not a feature of his body her eyes didn’t commit to memory. She needed all of him as quickly as she could have him. Soft could come later. For now, they were desperate for one another.

Their mouths still connected, they exchanged heavy breaths as their desire ramped up exponentially. His tongue grazed hers, and sparks showered behind her eyes. Her fingers raked through his hair as her own tongue risked a taste of his mouth next. Naran was unprepared for the way her husband’s moan vibrated through their new intimate connection, and it made her aware of just how empty other parts of her were now.

“Hyungwon, I—ah, I need you right now.”

His grunt was the only warning she got. It was a quick pivot from the wall to his bed, and the next thing Naran knew, she’d been dropped on it.

“Everything off this time,” he ordered. “I want to see all of you.”

Thanks to the humble country wardrobe, the princess shed her clothes in record time, and as she laid there prone and totally bare, she was treated to the sight of Hyungwon removing the last barrier between them. He whisked his undershirt over his head, and time seemed to stop. This was different than seeing his body at the hot springs. There, they still had pretenses between them, but no longer. This time, when Naran took in her husband’s body, she saw it as hers.

Knotted shoulders supported sturdy biceps and veiny forearms. His chest was smooth and taut where it transitioned into sinewy abs and, finally, robust thighs she had the urge to bite. Beautiful as Hyungwon was, it was hard to look at anything other than his rigid manhood as he slowly stroked himself to the sight of his wife splayed for him on his bed.

Naran sat up on her elbows as she watched him keenly, borderline hypnotized by the way his tip glistened in the candlelight. She wet her lips and forced her eyes up to his.

“Please, Hyungwon, fill me.”

“Open your legs all the way, darling,” he asked.

Her knees parted eagerly to expose her center, and the prince sighed.

“So pretty…”

He was frozen in his admiration of her, so Naran took hold of his manhood and led him to her core. A drunken smile painted across the prince’s face as he watched his wife nestle his cockhead in her greedy entrance.

They looked up at the same time. Their eyes locked and then their lips. As Hyungwon’s tongue pushed into her mouth, his shaft pushed into her heat, and they sucked in each other’s blissful sighs.

Naran drove both hands into her husband’s hair and fastened him to her as she kissed him through his first shallow thrusts. Every time with him had been something new and special, but this was altogether different. It wasn’t just their bodies that had joined but their hearts. She felt so much more than the acute ripples of euphoria in her veins. She felt cherished, worshipped—special.

“Oh, Hyungwon…” Naran whined as her head tipped back. Her mouth hung open, spilling incoherent nonsense with every stroke as one hand gripped her shoulder to still her against his every eager penetration.

Her husband’s voice was thick and gravelly, drenched in sin as he confessed, “I missed this. I missed you, darling. I missed the way you take me just like this. So right.”

“So… right…” Naran huffed between thrusts.

“I could do this all night.”

“Mmm,” she purred as words became harder and harder to form.

“But you want to come undone for me, don’t you, my darling?”

“Yes Hyungwon, yes!”

“Why?” he pressed, and all of a sudden, his hips stilled as his arms wrapped around her sagging shoulders.

Naran’s eyes opened at once, her wild gaze trained solely on the prince. Her panicked voice cut the thick air. “You stopped! Don’t stop, please!”

She clawed at his biceps as she tried to jerk her hips to meet his instead, but she had no leverage—Hyungwon saw to that. She was helpless in her husband’s arms.

“Tell me why I should give in to you again, Naran.”

The princess whined as her core begged, and even though she felt his manhood twitching anxiously within her, the prince was resolute.

She found what was left of her voice to answer, “Because I want only you, Hyungwon. I need only you!”

With a ragged exhale, he kissed her briefly before taking her bottom lip between his teeth to suckle it. He drove faster into her fluttering walls then, and Naran’s hand braced once more against the bed to keep upright. Gluttonous moans heralded the first inklings of the princess’s downfall, which prompted the prince’s thumb to her stiffening pearl. Her every nerve responded to his will. It was laughable how little control she had over anything when it came to her husband, let alone her own body. It was his. She was his. How could she have ever convinced herself otherwise?

Every thrust stirred something in the depths of her belly that threatened to be so cataclysmic that it scared her, but even if she wanted to run from such a powerful ending, she couldn’t. With his hand at the back of her neck, Hyungwon pushed in so deeply their foreheads touched. Hot, racing breaths collided in a supernova of passion that showered like stardust over her sweaty skin. There were words on their lips, but their mouths were too slack from panting to form them, so their eyes spoke instead.

Want you.

Need you.

Let go.

Naran shook from head to toe as her release hurtled through her. Her eyes winched so tightly shut that she saw white. When everything unclenched, she collapsed to the bed, and her husband followed on top of her. Hyungwon engulfed her with his lanky frame though she was still too foggy-headed from her climax to see him clearly.

His hands clasped her face as his chest flattened against hers in a sticky kiss. He kept his thrusts shallow and slow, but it was just as the princess needed. She was overwhelmed by him already, especially the pendulous way he brushed his lips across hers in between each tangle of their tongues. It was as if he feared once he pulled away, he might never get the chance to kiss her again, but Naran would never let that happen now. She was too addicted, too hopeless.

Gradually, sensation came back to her body, starting with the intense shiver of her overstimulated core around Hyungwon’s member. He sighed against her neck, kissed her, and then marked her fresh. Naran whimpered as everything within her felt the need to pull back from another relentless onslaught of pleasure. When her squirming got the best of her usually patient husband, his hands cuffed her wrists above her head as his lips captured hers.

“Going somewhere?” he teased between kisses.

“Feels too good. I can’t take it.”

“Of course you can, princess.”

Her hands jerked in his grip, but Hyungwon held firm. His mouth remained tender just as his strokes remained fluid. His consumption of her was so sweet and sensual that Naran felt a tear escape down her cheek, but her husband didn’t seem to notice. His lips were too busy bathing her jaw and neck and mouth in more kisses.

“Why did I ever think I could share you?” he murmured. “I can't. I'm too greedy. Be mine. Only be mine. Don’t look at anyone else the way you look at me. Let only me inside you. Crave only my love.”

“Yes, I’m yours,” Naran moaned out. “Only yours, Hyungwon. Only want me, too.”

“I do,” he whispered, “I do.”

The prince savored his wife's walls with languid thrusts that left no part of her unexplored. Whenever she would jolt or arch, he would make note of it and return the very next stroke with dutiful intention. Slowly but surely though, he was falling apart.

Naran knew her husband’s tells now. It wasn’t just the way his pace quickened or his grip tightened. It was the way his voice rasped a little higher and a little more ragged, the seductive song of a desperate man. Hyungwon's needs stoked hers, and the sweatier their bodies became, the easier it was to slip his bonds and wrap him up in her own restraints.

The princess clung to him, his face in her hands and her knees clasping his waist before her ankles locked into the small of his back. Naran kissed him sloppily now, unfocused and far too breathy to convey any emotion other than lust, but she couldn't bear any part of her not touching him.

Still, primal urges outweighed the need for extra intimacy, and Hyungwon pressed her thighs flat against the mattress so he had unrestricted access to rut into her. He thrust animalistically now, the friction sending her head digging back into the mattress while a silent scream ripped from her chest when his cock shifted just right inside of her heat.

His arms gave out with the effort, his body crashing against her as he grunted and whined. Even more enticingly, his lips had found a home at her ear, so his pathetic whimpering came through with mesmerizing clarity. Naran didn’t think she’d ever again hear a sound so beautiful.

As if to prove her wrong, a second later, Hyungwon unleashed into her walls with a hiccuping sob of pleasure that brought gooseflesh to the princess’s skin. He wrapped her in his arms and buried his face in her throat as he poured his essence into her with emphatic thumps of his hips against hers, each one alluring in its waning desperation to fill her to her brim. Her hand gripped his sweaty hair and crushed his face to her neck as she lost control of her body. Drowned in her husband, Naran followed his climax with a shuddering one of her own that milked him of the last of his strength.

Minutes passed. Hyungwon deflated completely atop her, his body smothering her though it was welcome. With nothing left inside her now but her husband’s cock and the rawest emotions, the princess hummed.

“I’m so happy right now,” the prince whispered. If his mouth hadn’t been by her ear, she might not have heard him.

Naran answered him with a soothing, idle scratch of his back as she breathed a newer, somehow sweeter air.

They laid like that for some time, sticky and glued to one another since both were too reluctant to let go. Eventually, Hyungwon kissed her cheek.

“Did I make you feel good, princess?” he asked.

“You made me feel beautiful,” Naran mewled as he suddenly pushed in, and though his length was softening now, it felt deeper than she’d ever had him. She scraped little hills down his back, but he stayed there, secured to her so intimately that it plumbed shimmering beads from the depths of her heart down her cheeks.

Hyungwon lifted at last and dried her tears with his thumbs. “You are beautiful. There is no one more beautiful, my Naran. There never will be.”

This time when she heard such words, it was like she felt everything the world had to offer all at once. It was overpowering yet perfect. She had so many things she wanted to say, but they were gummed up within her. Even when she tried to force them out, all that came was a tragic, empty puff of breath, but instead of beating herself up for it, she forgave herself. There was time enough to put a label to the cocktail of intense feelings that swirled within her. For now, the princess cupped her husband’s face and guided his gaze to hers. His cheeks filled her hands, round and warm and soft as fresh dough, and her thumbs were only too happy to stroke their breadth.

Hyungwon looked at her so adoringly that something in the princess’s chest twisted. He pecked the tip of her nose then before he lowered his mouth back to hers and kissed her with just a little brush of his tongue for reassurance. This kiss wasn’t about urgent passion anymore but about uniting two otherwise lost souls.

When the prince pulled out at last, the couple unleashed guttural groans in tandem, Naran’s growing more intense as the rush of Hyungwon’s arousal forced her legs to clamp shut. He was quick to grab the first piece of clothing on the floor and mop it up as she murmured a thank you. When he was done, he tucked a pillow under her head, covered them with a blanket, and settled back in beside her.

Naran laid there looking up, her hands stacked over her heart as her whole body floated. She felt lighter than air, but so, too, was there a heavy lump in her chest, not bitter cold like iron but brilliant and conductive like pure gold. She was incandescent. She was happy. Tears slipped once more from the corners of her eyes and splattered on her pillow. She wasn’t even sure where they were coming from considering the only thing she could feel right now was joy, but she also couldn’t stop them.

She thought of Saran then, how the girl had worried about ending up with someone who could not kiss with passion or skill, and Naran understood how wise her sister could truly be. In Hyungwon’s kiss, there was desire, there was desperation. In Hyungwon’s kiss, there was their entire future.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked suddenly.

“My sister,” the princess laughed sheepishly.

Hyungwon rolled onto his side and propped his head on his arm so he could gape at her. “Really? After all that, you’re thinking of your sister?”

Naran laughed again. “Just that she tried to tell me to trust my feelings for you, and I brushed it aside figuring it for a foolish girl’s teenage fantasy, but that girl is perhaps much cleverer than I. She will make one hell of a mighty queen one day.”

The prince hummed with an odd little smile on his face. “I knew I loved Saran for a reason. She has always been on my side.”

“That she has.”

“I shall write her a very long thank you one of these days.”

“We have all the free time in the world at the moment, you know.”

“So you think.” It was her husband’s turn to laugh. “I shall be keeping you very busy this week.”

A smile slowly lit up Naran’s face as she eyed the naked man next to her. “Is that so?”

“It is very so.”

The princess exhaled contentedly and flopped over so she could drape an arm across Hyungwon’s waist and tuck her head onto his shoulder. She skated her fingers along his skin while he returned the favor, each one teasing prickles from the other.

“Thank you,” Naran said suddenly, and Hyungwon’s hand stilled on her back.

“For what?”

“For bringing us here.”

The subtle warmth of his hand penetrated her back straight to her heart. She felt his cheek on the crown of her head while the boom of his heart echoed strongly under her ear.

“You asked me once if I would sing for you,” Hyungwon started slowly.

“Mm,” she murmured, “yes. Something you wrote.”

“I—”

Naran felt his chest flare with a captured breath, and she opened her eyes to peer up at him. The prince was staring at the ceiling, his eyes sweeping the darkness for something—permission, maybe, or courage. When at last he exhaled, his whole body seemed to sink into the mattress.

“I wrote something for you today.”

“Is that where you went?”

Hyungwon nodded. “I’ve been upside-down since we left Namgyeong, and I thought if I pushed you away, I could get my feet back under me, but after yesterday—after spending that time with you at the hot springs—I was coming undone all over again. Writing helps me make sense of things, so I went to the river and put words to the page, but I wonder if I should share it now. I don’t think I ever intended you to hear it.”

“Of course, I want to hear it,” she insisted.

“I fear it might make you uncomfortable.”

“Hyungwon?” said Naran firmly. “I want to hear it, no matter what. No more keeping things from each other. Please?”

She hugged him tighter as she propped her chin against his chest to give him her keen attention. Her husband ran a big hand through her hair, and with a spasm in her heart as she read his shifting gaze, she felt all his vulnerability.

“Please share it with me,” she urged.

“Very well.”

Hyungwon settled back into his pillow, but his tenacious grip around her belied his calm appearance. He cleared his throat, hummed a little to find his range, and Naran felt her body rise as he filled his lungs with breath.

His gravelly voice cascaded over her, torrid and throaty and strained with visceral emotion.

When her husband had finished, Naran realized she was crying in earnest through embarrassing sniffles. Fat tears puddled on his chest, and she hurried to wipe them away as she mumbled apology after apology.

“Misty night

The half-clouded breath fills my lungs and

I'm still alone

Our breathing dims more and more

I uncontrol it every day

I cross this crimson-tinged river

I change my clothes, my hair, my face, my name

I'm begging you for mercy

Please let me out of this place

Mercy

At the end of darkness, I pray

I want your mercy.”

Hyungwon grabbed her hand and tugged enough to draw her attention back to his face. “Don’t cry, little star.”

“How can I not? The way I’ve made you feel— I’m so ashamed, and I’m so sorry. After all you’ve done to show yourself to me—”

But as he interlaced their fingers, he shook his head emphatically. “I could have just told you, too, instead of leaving you to interpret me.”

“I wouldn’t have believed you anyway. I wasn’t ready to. Please forgive me.”

“I’ll forgive you if you forgive me, and that way, we can start our marriage as it should have rightfully started.”

Naran sniffled again as she caught her breath once more. “No more contracts?”

“I never want to hear the word ever again,” Hyungwon said disdainfully.

They exchanged smiles and another soft kiss, which was a silent contract of its own, though neither wanted to point that out. Instead, Naran settled back against his chest and let her eyes shutter.

Hyungwon hummed as his hands resumed caressing her back. “You asked me once what I desire. Do you remember?”

In an instant, the princess was warped back to the gardens at Sygnak where she had stood beside her soon-to-be-husband though her heart had been leagues away.

“I do. You told me you wanted peace.”

“This, yes. Exactly this. You are my peace, little star. It's what I feel here,” he said taking her hand and putting it over his heart, “when I'm with you. So if you don’t mind, I’d like to stay with you. Always.”

“Always…”

Hyungwon pulled back so he could study her face. He stroked his thumb over her eyebrow, and Naran melted into his caress.

“So, what is it you want, my darling?”

The princess felt her eyes growing misty again as her answer welled in her chest. “I want to deserve you.”

Hyungwon looked at her, stunned. “What are you talking about? Of course you do.”

“I don’t know,” the princess mumbled, feeling shyer than ever. “I just— I’ve hurt you so—”

He kissed her then, this time with a soul-shifting thoroughness that left her feeling more naked than she already was, but when he came up for air, he draped his body over hers in a possessive cuddle that made her feel like she was swaddled in a dozen blankets. He was so warm and encompassing and present that the last of her worries faded away.

“I don’t care about any of that anymore. It was all worth it because we deserve one another,” he said with finality.

Naran had nothing more to say, she was so overcome. Instead, she pushed up, and though his lips puckered in anticipation, she kissed his eyelids and then the corner of his eyes, too, before nuzzling her cheek against his.

“So you’re staying tonight?” asked Hyungwon.

“Mm-hm,” she answered. “I’d rather not be apart from you either.”

“I can't promise I'll keep my hands to myself all night.”

“I hope you don't,” she returned with a lip bite.

“Hey,” Hyungwon chided as he used his thumb to pry it free from her teeth. “That’s my lip. I’m the only one allowed to bite it.”

Sparing but a few moments to freshen up for bed, they were back in each other’s arms under the blankets as the autumn chill pressed in through the villa walls. The prince’s body conformed to the princess’s like a royal seal. She felt the tickle of his fingers over her belly as he drew her deeper into his embrace so their bare skin melded together warm and inviting while their eyelids drooped. With her last conscious thought, Naran realized that, for all her relentless running, she’d ended up exactly where she was always meant to be.

A/N: In all honesty, I would sell what’s left of my soul to hear Hyungwon sing “Mercy” to me in his bed, that way I’d have a taste of heaven before I went straight to hell lol. Final full chap bursting with delicious denouement next week, beloveds. <3

[babieken]

I had kind of forgotten abt this post but monstas are still tinie🥺

tonight i present you

monstiny:

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Animal Crossing : Monsta X Dramarama

[monsta-x-jagi]

Legal Affairs - Chapter 5

Synopsis: Wonho to the rescue

Word count: 2.5k

Triggers: claustrophobia (maybe)

Author’s note: wholesome uncle/niece relationship :)

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The voices in the stairwell subsided in a few minutes, and the sound of a door closing somewhere indicated you were probably completely alone now. You had started moving down the stairs slowly, trying to hear better, but now realised you had lost count of how many flights you descended. 

Reaching the nearest exit from the stairwell, you tried the handle and found it locked. You felt a lump in your throat, nervous you were locked in, but you forced yourself to climb down a few more stairs. Surely, the lowest floor was either ground floor or basement parking which could be unlocked. Yet when you reached the lowest level of the stairwell, you realised this wasn’t the case. Tears pricked at your eyes as your nervousness grew, and you let them fall, all the while climbing back up the stairs and searching for a door that would open.

Knowing you were alone in the stairwell, you let out a sob. You pulled your mask off and sat on the staircase. After a few minutes, your crying became sniffles and you decided it was time to call for help. You could call your uncle, but it was nearly midnight. You could call your parents, but they didn’t even live in this city. You could call Jia or another friend, but they barely knew where the TV station was. Which left Monsta X as your only viable option. 

Hoseok’s number was your last contacted, so you called and waited, but he didn’t pick up. Next in your recently contacted was Minhyuk, who also didn’t pick up. Same result for Kihyun. So you tried your saved contacts. Changkyun? No answer. Hyungwon? No answer. You weren’t expecting Hyunwoo or Jooheon to pick up since they hadn’t even met you yet, but you dialled anyways. You weren’t surprised when there was no answer.

So you scrolled back through your contacts and tried Hoseok’s number. Repeatedly, about 4 times, but no success. Realising that, somehow, calling the very people who were in this building was not a viable option, you called your ride or die: your uncle.

He picked up on the last ring, his voice hoarse from sleep. “Sweetheart, do you need a ride home?”

You could feel the tears returning. “Actually I just need help.”

“Then tell us, we’re listening.” Your uncle must’ve woken up your aunt.

“I’m locked inside the stairwell at the TV station. Minhyuk said I should come to a party here for the case, so I could find out what happened to Hoseok, and then I think I did find something out, but I got lost and I don’t know how to leave.” There it was. The floodgates opened. Your sobs echoed throughout the empty stairwell. 

“Okay… give me some time. I will make a couple calls and see what I can do.” Your uncle hung up. He never did goodbyes, but you would trust him with your life. 

Hoseok adjusted his onesie while he sipped the drink Hyungwon gave him. 

“Oh y/n called me,” Hyungwon said while scrolling his phone. “She also called Changkyun apparently.”

“What did she say?” Hoseok asked. He hadn’t seen you at the party yet. 

“I don’t know, probably just looking for you. Didn’t she call you?” Hyungwon asked.

Hoseok fiddled in his pocket for his phone. It wasn’t there. “Oh shit. Uhh Hyungwonah, call her back and tell her I dropped my phone somewhere.”

Hoseok retraced his steps. From the hallway to the elevator, his phone couldn’t be found. Then to the green rooms, he started with the one closest to the elevator. He stepped in his phone before he saw it. Sure enough, it was in the same place he had been lying down at to eat some trainee’s pussy earlier. Though was she a trainee? She knew about the security cameras at the station, but didn’t seem to know anybody at the party.

Doesn’t matter, he’ll probably see her on screen sometime. Picking up his phone, Hoseok found 5 missed called from you, another 2 from his manager, and a string of text messages from his members. 

Jooheon: I can’t believe none of you picked up the phone

Kihyun: well I was driving Minhyuk home

Hyunwoo: unfortunately I didn’t know it was our lawyer calling 

Changkyun: god just someone call her back

Minhyuk: HOSEOK WHERE TF R U

Hyungwon: oh he lost his phone somewhere 

Kihyun: tell me it wasn’t with someone too

Hyungwon: I can only guess

Changkyun: look if y/n’s lost, Hyunwoo and I will go look for her 

Minhyuk: you sure you aren’t scared of the dark?

Minhyuk: what if you get locked in the dark stairwell too?

Kihyun: dammit where is Hoseok?

Hyunwoo: don’t worry Changkyun and I will go

Hoseok finally started replying: Guys I’m here. Is y/n okay? Did you call her yet?

Minhyuk: GO SAVE UR PRINCESS

Hyungwon: her phone was busy, I couldn’t call her

Kihyun: someone stay at the party in case she comes back

Hyungwon: I will

Hyunwoo: Hoseok, we’ll take the top levels if you check the lower ones

Hoseok: on it

Around 10 minutes later, your uncle called again. 

“Samcheon I am so sorry for doing this to you,” you began.

“We can talk about that tomorrow, but right now, stay exactly where you are. I’ve asked the Monsta X boys to come find you.” It always amazed you that your uncle could speak sternly without being harsh.

“Are you going to fire me?” You asked timidly. 

“No. Sweetheart, anyone can see how tenacious you are. You’re just investigating, and you’ve already followed up so many leads. You just need to learn a bit of common sense first. Like next time, tell someone where you’re going if you think it could be unsafe. I am not disappointed in you. I just want you to learn some more things.”

“Thank you, samcheon,” you sobbed into your phone. 

You weren’t sure how long it had been since you put your phone down. You hugged your knees to your chest and waited. You heard the hurried pitter patter of feet somewhere below you. They seemed to be getting closer, and were accompanied by the sound of heavy breathing. Someone was running towards you. As per your uncle!s instructions, you waited for whoever it was, attacker or rescuer, to come find you. 

“Y/n?” You heard faintly. The sound bounced around the stairwell. “Y/n?” You heard it again. Then you felt your phone buzzing in your hand with several messages from Hoseok.

Hoseok: I am so sorry I didn’t come sooner

Hoseok: I am looking for you right now, can you hear me?

Hoseok: Changkyun is looking for you too

Hoseok: don’t be afraid

You: I am still here 

Hoseok: I’m coming hang in there

“Hoseok…?” You spoke into the empty air. “Hoseok?” You tried again a little louder.

“Y/n?” Someone responded. 

You messaged Hoseok then: was that you?

Hoseok replied immediately: yes

Clearing your throat, you called out louder. “Hoseok!!”

You saw a figure sprinting up the stairs towards you, his form being a simple t-shirt and a onesie hanging around his hips. “Y/n, I’m here, I’m here, it’s okay, I’ve got you, okay?” Hoseok said a little breathlessly. He crouched down in front of you and searched your face. “Do you want me to take you home?”

You shook your head. “Just give me a moment.” You began to stand up, and Hoseok held out an arm in case you needed it. You took it and he led you down the stairs.

“What were you doing in the stairwell?” He asked.

“I followed this staff member who I didn’t think should be here, and then I heard her talking to someone about some of the things being investigated.”

“Why didn’t you tell anyone before you left? What if you got hurt?” Hoseok’s brow furrowed in concern.

“I didn’t have time. I was alone near the green rooms and I didn’t want to miss a lead in your case.”

Hoseok stopped and faced you as you two reached an exit door. “You should take the day off tomorrow. I’ll take you home, and we can stop at a pharmacy if you need hangover meds.” Hoseok began taking you back towards the party, where the crowd was beginning to thin.

“Hoseok, me having a day off is up to my CEO, and I have already scheduled things for tomorrow.” You tugged on his sleeve so you wouldn’t lose him among the guests.

To your surprise, Hoseok took your hand from his sleeve and held it firmly instead. He brought you to a couch occupied by Hyungwon who was holding two cocktails, and motioned for you to sit down.

Hyungwon handed you a drink. “Hey y/n, glad we found you.”

“Thanks.” You took a sip. “This is nice, what’s in it?”

Hyungwon shrugged. “Good stuff?” 

You laughed but Hoseok tensed. He asked, “Hyungwon, you’ve been guarding those drinks the whole time right? Nobody put anything in them?”

Hyungwon answered quickly, with no hesitation. “No, they were with me the entire time.”

You looked at Hoseok. “Is something wrong?” Then you remembered. “Wait is it the Rohy-“

“Yeah.” Hoseok gruffly cut you off. “I had that same drink at the last party, and after what you heard at the stairwell, I just feel nervous.” 

You lifted up a hand to rub Hoseok’s shoulder comfortingly, then dropped it. There were people around. “It’s okay. It’s normal. And it gets easier eventually.”

Hoseok seemed to relax a little at that. You sipped your drink quietly. Once you drained it, you stood up, wobbling slightly. Hoseok’s arms reached out to catch you in case you were about to fall. 

“So I was thinking of leaving now, but how are you two planning on getting home?” You said while trying to regain your balance.

Hyungwon nodded towards Hoseok. “Him probably.” Satisfied with his answer, you started walking away.

“I am surprised you didn’t offer to drive her home, hyung,” Hyungwon said. “Or even better, why don’t you ask her to sleep at our dorm again?” 

“I mentioned it when I found her at the staircase, but she left too quickly,” Hoseok replied.

“Maybe she already has a ride home and didn’t want to bother you? Plus she has work in the morning, and you get to sleep in,” Hyungwon pointed out.

Hoseok chewed his lip. “She needs rest. You didn’t see her in that stairwell, she looked so terrified and helpless. And to think she could’ve run into someone that could’ve easily hurt her.”

Hyungwon gave Hoseok a sidelong glance. “If you’re that worried, why don’t you go find her?”

With a thinned out crowd, you made your way out of the venue very quickly. You rubbed your arms when the cold night air hit you. The moving bodies at the party had kept you warm earlier. Luckily, you had a jacket in your car. As you were unlocking your car, Hoseok called you.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Did I leave something behind?” You asked.

You could hear Hoseok puffing like he was running. “Y/n where are you right now?”

“My car, why?”

“Let me drive you home. You had alcohol and a rough night, it might not be safe,” Hoseok said between breaths.

“I’m already at my car, and it was one drink.”

“But you probably drank earlier too. What if you get charged with drunk driving?” Hoseok didn’t know that legal threats like that worked on you, but they did, so you quickly folded. You told him the street you parked at and waited for him to pick you up. 

A few minutes later, you were in Hoseok’s car, clutching your jacket with the heating cranked up. You began entering your address into the GPS, but then paused.

“Can you drop me off at the nearest hotel?” You asked. 

“Why? I don’t mind if you live far away or anything… Unless there’s another reason?” Hoseok asked. 

“Nonono, it’s just that… look I don’t want to wake up anyone in my house, I’ve already caused enough trouble for one night,” you replied sheepishly.

“No, don’t say that. Your family will be happy to see that you’re okay. Did you know your uncle himself called my manager when you went missing?” Hoseok replied.

“Wait what?” 

“Yeah, and you two must be really close if your uncle can access your clients’ information.” 

“Uh what? I don’t give out client information, that’s illegal. Don’t accuse me like that,” you said a little harshly.

“No I wasn’t accusing you of anything. I just meant something like your uncle probably knew your passwords so that in an emergency, he could help you,” Hoseok said, unfazed by your tone earlier. But you weren’t ready to let it go yet.

“Alright, I’m sorry about how I spoke just then, but there’s something you need to know.” 

Hoseok waited for you to go on. 

“The only reason my uncle knows about my clients is because he also works at Useungja.” You hung your head like you were admitting some dark secret.

“Well that’s great then! You’ll get lots of support with your career.” Truly, Hoseok might be too sweet for his own good. 

But you went along with it. “Yeah, it’s why I can’t let him see me when I get home because I have to look prepared for work tomorrow.”

“What is your schedule like the next day then?” Hoseok asked.

“Well it’s not set in stone but I am going to come back to the station to get more CCTV footage, and I have some meetings.” You explained then returned the question. “What’s your schedule like?” 

“I have an event in the evening, but otherwise I’m free.”

“Looks like you’ll get lots of sleep then,” you chuckled. 

“So could you if you took a day off. Like can’t you at least do your meetings online?”

Hoseok had a point. “True but the footage isn’t going to carry itself to me.”

Hoseok smiled. “I could bring it to you.” 

“You?” You looked him up and down as if making a point. 

Hoseok was still smiling. “Yeah, I can come see you around 11 with the footage and some soup for your hangover.” 

You felt warmth in your chest at that. “That’s very sweet of you but I am supposed to have a meeting at 11, with Monsta X, actually.” 

“Hang on why wasn’t I messaged about this?” Hoseok gasped.

“It’s a meeting for some NDAs I drafted over the weekend. You don’t need to sign it, but people I’ve interviewed do, which is probably why you weren’t informed.” 

Hoseok nodded. “Well then how about I pick you up at 10 with breakfast, and we go to see my members?” As you thought about whether that would be unprofessional, he added, “It’s either me driving or you taking a bus.” 

That was convincing. So you agreed to meet him at 10am. 

[j0514x]

Wonho + Monsta X - hands

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Hyungwon -

His hands are found in poems spilled from bleeding authors, in paintings rendered with oil so finely the brush hairs could be counted by eye. Ever so translucent, his skin is blushed with reddened knuckles, veins rivers blue. The smallest moment of action immortalised in the canvas of his hands. Angular, they cast harsh shadows, ink black spilling in the chasms behind tendons. You stroke over the bruises on his knuckles; he responds impossibly small, timid, fingertips pulling you closer.

Shownu -

Shaped with artistic intent, they don curves, slopes, edges so beautifully unique. You brush past the flat of his thumbnail, trail caught on the peak of his knuckle. Ridges of tendons twitch under your touch; he watches your travels fondly. Tension radiates through his hand, movements to diversify the landscape you explore. Knuckle to knuckle you walk, before taking his hand in its entirety, threading his fingers with yours.

Wonho -

Rough, blistered, they never rest. He treats them as well as he can, nails tidy and glossy, but the weight they carry leaves remnants of itself on his palms. Collateral damage of his will. You graze a finger across the calloused skin, he laughs, hand squeezing yours. Always so warm, a strength to them that doesn't threaten but reassures. He uses his free hand a frame, bringing it to cup the side of your face. A thumb strokes across the stubble peppered on your skin, a morning rushed, mirrored roughness. He still hasn't let go of your other hand.

Minhyuk -

Expansive, they hold the world with ease. Slender fingers, delicate, but always with a paint stain on of the edge of his clipped nails. Blue, normally. They move with purpose, with practiced skill, stability. They tremble still, in moments uncertain, but you hold them steady, tracing a thumb over the defined tendons, over the plush of his palm. He thanks you with safety, with a grasp that will protect you for as long as it can.

Kihyun -

Teasing, dangerous. He knows the subtle movements, the inconspicuous actions that reward him with legs crossed to hide a sudden secret. He knows the way his fingers move in fluidity, stroking his mic stand, up and down... The way he'll mindlessly spin a ring around the soft flesh of a finger, tarnished silver dizzy. The way he'll trace his own contours, fingers rubbing at the protrusion of bones, of tendons and veins. He knows the way you never look away; the way you keep pulling your sweater slightly so slightly lower.

Jooheon -

Hidden in the warmth of his sweater sleeves, he keeps them safe. A soft 'hyung', and you steal his attention, fingers instinctively reaching out for yours, offer of shared protection on their tips. His hands only feel whole with yours, adopting them as such, sharing pockets, sleeves, gloves... He lets go only with a pout, and a promise to return.

Changkyun -

A silent voice, he tells with his hands what his lips cannot. Eyes drawn down, slim fingers find comfort in each other, a ring being spun, a nail being traced. Hands folded in on themselves. Palm warm, a hand on knee, thumb stroking the thigh soothingly. The expanse of his hand offering comfort, reassurance. Duality, forever on his wrist, forever in his hands.

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[rin-bellatrix]

Gorae, go~! 💦

Pocket Monstas (╯°□°)╯︵◓

[thecozywhaleshark]

Pocket Monsta X - Fall

Shownu:

wants his own apron to help you around the kitchen for the Thanksgiving meal

ties it around, acts like he knows what he’s doing

will want to taste test everything 

to make sure it’s all alright, of course 

so eager to help you pick out the candy for the treaters 

keeps stealing from the bowl though, so you’ll have to put it up high somewhere he can’t reach

is a Bee for Halloween 

little antennae headband

Kyun and Minhyuk will convince him to wear a tutu as well

a tutu for nunu 

eats all his halloween candy in one night and gets sick

Wonho:

more excited for Thanksgiving than anything

gets so so excited about all the foods that he’ll get to eat

helps you roll up the crescent rolls 

will want helpful snicky-snacks as you carve the turkey 

to make sure it tastes alright 

will want to participate in a gobble wobble

yells at you to go faster because he wants to feel like he’s flying

will flap his arm and crow at the top of his little lungs

so cheerful, little red nose

will want to wear a costume, or at least one of those turkey hats 

will probably go as a cat for Halloween 

purposefully scrunches his nose to make his fake whiskers wiggle 

Kihyun:

likes to make those handprint turkeys with crayon

will make dozens and scatter them all over the house

will want to watch the Macy’s Day Parade

ooh’s and awe’s over the balloons 

sings and dances around the living room if one of his favorite songs come on

favorite balloons are Charlie Brown and Snoopy

which, btw, The Great Pumpkin is his favorite fall movie, expect to watch it every night from September up through Thanksgiving 

will be a ladybug for Halloween 

Minhyuk:

loves all the pumpkins

has a favorite one

in fact, he will go as one for Halloween

super happy about his costume 

loves his little stem hat and how poofy the body part is

will try to roll down the stairs in it so watch him

l o v e s gords 

wants them everywhere, all over the house

names them

most of them will be George or Gordon or a combination of the two

cries at the end of the season when you have to throw them out because they’re rotting 

“Gordon Gordon can’t go in the trash mommy he likes to look out the window.” 

“Minnie honey, Gordon Gordon is rotting. That’s yucky.” 

Juts out his chin, very stubborn

“Maybe he just likes to be soft.” 

Hyungwon:

dramatically dresses up as some dead poet

stares at you woefully 

will speak only in rhyme or in haiku

if you ask him a question he’ll just sigh

but can’t help his hunger and will take the snacks you offer

hides while eating them so you don’t see him out of character

has a weakness for pumpkin spice 

will wants sips of your latte if you get one

stares longingly at the pumpkin pie reserved for thanksgiving

will wear a top hat to thanksgiving dinner you can’t stop him

Jooheon:

also wants to be a vampire for Halloween 

begs you to buy like 5 different colors of spray-on hair dye 

and the sparkle one - can’t forget the sparkles

will alternate his hair color between bright green, orange, and red

because he’s indecisive over which color hair his vampire will have 

gets really into the facepaint part 

tries his best but eyeliner and fake blood will get everywhere 

SO STOKED about trick-or-treating

tells everyone he sees to beware because he’s going to suck their blood

makes hideous noises from your shoulder 

will attempt to crouch and to hide his face in his cape

but will lose his balance and scream as he falls backward 

sheepishly settles for a normal sitting position after that scare   

I.M:

wants a cape

will insist on wearing it everywhere and every day

as well as fake vampire teeth

has multiple pairs

his favorite ones are the ones that glow in the dark

likes to come up to you while you’re sleeping and go “muahahaha” with his cape wrapped around him before flashing you that glowing smile and jumping off the bed with his cape flying behind him

likes when you play creepy music

will try to prank you with the fake spiders you put up around the house

you will wake up to one on your pillow one day