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The Reconnect ( Part 3)

Namjoon x Reader

Life socked me in the jaw but I’m back! Hope you all enjoy!

Enjoy! ♡ Part 1 Part 2 

It’s been nearly four years since the signal went out. In a world that had been becoming increasingly more connected, when the connection failed everything fell apart. Two weeks ago you arrived with your son at a gated campground that was now home to many survivors. You find yourself reconnected with someone you hoped, yet never imagined you would ever see again, and if the camp doesn’t find it beneficial to keep and support the two of you, you would be sent back on your way.

Knowing this would be a lot more to process and the night had already been intense for him you just gave him a sheepish smile, “Yes, he is.”

You waited for him to say something further, but he looked like his mind was racing to catch up. “Jun is our son. Take your time wrapping your brain around it, I'm gonna step outside and get some air, if you have any questions.”

You backed out of the tent before he had time to respond. Your face felt so warm and the chill of the night air was welcome as it cooled your cheeks.

You sat on the top of the picnic table just a few feet from the tent and were so lost in your own attempts to clear your head that you nearly jumped out of your skin when Namjoon stepped up and sat down next to you.

Your heart started to race and you couldn’t get your breathing in order to calm it down. Suddenly, you couldn’t get the thought out of your mind that they wouldn’t keep you here and you were going to lose him all over again. Jun would lose his father before he even knew he found him. You locked eyes with him, at a total loss for words, and felt your composure just slip away.

Namjoon turned silently toward you and wrapped you in his arms. He just held you and waited for your breathing to steady itself.

You listened to his heart and hoped that this wasn’t the last time he held you. What would you do if they told you to leave? Could you ask him to leave when what he did was so important here? Could you leave and not know if and when you would ever be able to see each other again? Could you just take your son with you and keep them apart? Does he even want his son?

Then everything clicked. You knew what you had to do. If he wanted a connection with his son, you would leave and let Jun stay with his father. It was safe here, and you couldn’t put your son’s life at risk by staying on the road any longer.

You were starting to know safe places around the city from your supply runs. You could survive nearby, and keep bringing supplies over and leave letters for them. Maybe hope that you could be allowed to see them on occasion.

You hoped that it wouldn’t be an issue, that you would be allowed to stay on, but you would talk to Namjoon tonight, and then prepare yourself for the worst.

He continued to hold you once you calmed down. He rubbed your back and asked, “You OK?”

You laughed and leaned back to meet his gaze, wiping your face. “Are you??” You took one of his hands in yours, seeing that he looked as rough as you’re certain you did. “One hell of an evening, wasn't it?”

He tilted his face up to the night sky for a few seconds and took a deep breath before leaning forward and giving you an exhausted, but not unhappy smile. “Yeah, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world,” he said, squeezing your hand. He pulled you back up against his side with the hand you held, and wrapped the other around your back. “That's how you were able to get here, isn’t it? You were back in Seoul before everything went dark?”

You sniffed and nodded. “I was with my sister almost two months when I realized I was pregnant.” You leaned into the warmth of his side, and drew strength from him to continue. “I think it actually helped her to get her back to a place where she could begin to move on. She wasn’t spending all of her time avoiding the world anymore. The morning I went to confirm the pregnancy with a doctor, she bought me a one-way ticket back.”

You struggled to hold it together as you thought of your family, wondering if you would ever see them again. If they were alive…

“You’re worried about them,” he said, voice filled with understanding.

His voice startled you out of your daze. “I have to believe they're safe. I can’t entertain any other thought.”

He pressed a soft kiss to your temple before be leaned his forehead there. “How was…I mean did you…” he had so many questions, yet he struggled to put one together. His voice shook when he finally said, “Was it a difficult pregnancy? How did you manage it when things were so fucked up? How is it you made it all the way here?”

You drew in a ragged breath and tried to gather your thoughts. “I was staying at a hotel just up from the airport when it happened. I had tried to call you to let you know I was back in Korea and that we'd talk when you finished that leg of the tour. It kept going to voicemail, which I thought it might since you all kept your phones off on concert days.”

You looked up and he nodded for you to continue. “Then everything happened before I was able to contact you. There was confusion everywhere for a few days, then after a week or so things started getting violent. People started banding together, and fighting to get what they needed to survive.” You gave a sad smile, “Well, you know what it was like.”

Namjoon’s eyes glistened with tears. “I do, but I wasn't pregnant, I can't even begin to know what that was like for you. Were you alone when you gave birth?" Tears silently slipped from the corners from his eyes as he spoke. “You're the strongest person, I've ever known. It’s a miracle we found each other again.”

Before you could voice agreement you were both interrupted by one of the women in charge of the campground. She was jogging across the street, as she called out to you both. “Hey! Mr. Kim, I see you've met Y/n!”

She walked up and placed a hand on his shoulder and looked cautiously at us. She looked like deer caught in the headlights. “It's so nice of you to comfort her, it has been a long journey for her to make it here. You've met her son of course, his name is Jun!” She tried to look bright and friendly, but she looked unnerved.

You could tell she must have feelings for Namjoon. Not that you could blame her, he was one of the best people you had ever known.

“Our son,” he said all dimples. “Soo Ah, this is the woman I have been telling you about. I never expected to see her again, but fate must have brought us back together.” He turned his smile on me and he remained oblivious to the look of shock now covering her face. “Can you believe it? We're reunited, and I have a son!”

Soo Ah pulled her hand back as though she touched a flame. Her eyes darted around as she pulled herself together. Then, suddenly she was calm and had a smile that was not only incredibly forced, but it was also too wide and akin to something out of a horror movie. She clasped her hands together in front of her heart and said, “Well, that is wonderful news!” She nodded slowly and started to back away, “I'll let you get back to your reunion. It's just so wonderful. Really. I'll see you both at the decision meeting on Friday.”

Namjoon seemed not to notice how weird things were, but you didn’t trust her. Not for a second.

“We're running low on work and so we sadly won’t be able to keep on everyone this time. But nothing to worry yourselves about. Everything will work out just as it is meant to.” She turned her eyes on you and your blood ran cold. “Nothing can get in the way of fate, after all. Enjoy the rest of your evening,” she said before she turned and jogged back off toward the main house.

You looked over and gave Namjoon a worried look. “Should I be worried? Do you think that I could get turned away?”

He shook his head confidently. “We’ve needed a doctor for a while now. Plus, now she knows about us.” His smile eased your anxiety. “She knows how much I love you, and I don't think she would ever separate our family.”

You felt as though you could fly. His words warmed your heart, and temporarily allowed you to forget Soo Ah. “You love me?”

He took your face between his palms and the world fell away. “I have loved you every single second of every day since you told me that if I broke one more pair of sunglasses you would remove my eyes, and thus my need for them.”

You chuckled at the memory. “Well, you went through 3 pairs in 2 weeks and I didn’t trust them to get the ones that you liked, and you roughhouse like a child, so I had to keep-"

Namjoon pressed his lips to yours, cutting off your tirade. Your eyes fluttered shut and your arms crept up around his neck.

He trailed his hands down your sides and wrapped his arms tightly around you. The last time you kissed him it was full of passion, but it was rushed, knowing you were on a time limit.

Now, you had the rest of your lives to spend with each other, so you took your time. His kisses were soft and slow. When he tilted his head and deepened the kiss, you ran your tongue slowly across his and you felt his breath hitch.

A dog barked in the distance and it broke through and all at once you remembered that you were outside, in full view of anyone that might be out, and just a few feet away from where your son lay asleep in the tent.

You ended the kiss and gazed up into the eyes you could spend a lifetime lost in. You were both short of breath, and unwilling to break contact.

Namjoon was the first to speak, “I should let you get some sleep.”

You nodded, “Yeah, sleep. It's been a long day.” Your tried to focus but couldn’t bring your self to look away from his lips. He tucked some loose strands of hair behind your ear and your lips found his again. His hands tightened on your waist and it took every ounce of willpower you had to lean back from him. “You're right, we should sleep.”

“Y/n?” he asked, looking towards the tent. “When do we tell Jun? How do we tell him?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he already knew, or if he figures it out fast.” He looked confused so you continued, “He's been looking at pictures of you his whole life. I've told him about you from day one. He’s been talking about finding you, ever since he could talk.”

Namjoon gave you a proud look, “You've done such a good job with him, he speaks better than most kids his age. He forms sentences that are usually too complex for a three year old.”

“Well, we have had a lot of time to do nothing but talk, I've always kept a couple books with us to read to him, and trading for new ones when we could. He loves stories.” You grinned up at Namjoon, “he also loves telling stories. He's pretty good, too.”

He looked every bit the proud father. “I've noticed. He really loves to talk. Since the first day he was brought to class he tries to help the older kids that are struggling.” His chin trembled as he tried to reign in his emotions. He placed a warm hand over your abdomen and you could feel the tremor in his touch. “Thank you for keeping him safe…for keeping you safe. More than anything, I wish that I could have been there to support you. To protect you both. To hold you when you were scared and be there when you gave birth…”

You pressed a finger over his trembling lips. “I'm here now. Don't worry about the past, and anyway, you did protect me, you know.”

He released a shaky laugh, “How did I do that?”

You pressed your free hand over his hand and squeezed his fingers lightly. “You gave me Jun. If I hadn’t been pregnant I would have still been with my sister when everything happened.” You knew now, that everything, even that last night with him had happened just as it had for a reason. “I wouldn’t have had the strength to survive. Joon, you saved my life by giving me our son. So it doesn’t matter how difficult it was. If I didn’t have him, I wouldn’t be here right now.”

You could see both the heartbreak at not having been there for you, and the healing at your reunion pass across his face. “I'm afraid to go to sleep.”

Instantly worried, you reached your hand up to gently feel at the back of his head, “Is it your head? Are you in pain?”

He took your hands and pressed them to his chest. “I'm afraid to go to sleep and wake up to find that this was all a dream. I can’t tell you how often I dream that you manage to find your way back home.”

You shook your head and lifted a hand to his cheek. “I'm home. This is real. Wherever you are, I am home.”

His brows drew together. “We never even had our first date, and now we're parents. You're going to have to be patient with me while I learn to be a father. I don’t know if I will be any good at it, but Y/n, I want it more than my next breath.”

“How do you think I learned to be a mother? I just love him fiercely and know that I would do anything to make sure he is safe and happy. And hey, despite my inexperience, he turned out to be a pretty cool kid, don’t you think?”

“Maybe I'm biased already, but he is the best. The absolute best kid I've ever met. And hey, you weren’t inexperienced, you had plenty of practice taking care of me and the guys. We were all basically giant children."

You nodded, “You're right, you had me in training for this from day one.” You winked and made a goofy face, drawing another precious smile from the man who held your heart and nodded towards the tent. “Now, how about we go spend our first night together as a family.”

He led you over to the tent and leaned his forehead to yours and whispered, “Thank you for bringing hope home.”

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Sunshine in the Moonlight

Minhyuk x Reader

A/N: mention of past accident and scars but nothing very descriptive. Needs some editing tomorrow, but not feeling so well tonight. I hope you enjoy! ☆

Word Count: 3,361

After your accident you didn’t get into relationships. You didn’t know how to let people in anymore. You’ve been seeing Minhyuk for nearly a year but as usual you were hesitant to make anything official. He accidentally sees your scars before you were ready to show them, then he starts spending more time working late nights. You decide to walk away so he doesn’t have to.

After picking up the supplies you needed for a photo shoot you were working on, you made a quick stop and picked up mango ice cream and Minhyuk’s favorite take-out.

You wanted to surprise him with a nice evening. It was Tuesday night and you always spent the night together. It was a date night of sorts and you wanted to make this one wonderful for you both.

It would be the last.

Pain twisted in your chest at the thought of walking away from him. You let out a ragged sigh as you pulled into the parking garage. You parked near the elevator and took a second to look at your reflection in the rear view mirror. You looked heartbroken.

“This is why you don’t get too close, y/n,” you said to your reflection, “It just isn’t in the cards for us.”

You rested your head on the steering wheel, trying to summon the energy to be happy for one final night with him.

You had been seeing Minhyuk weekly for just over a year. You never intended to make it a regular event, but he wasn’t one to take no for an answer.

You had worked on many shoots with him and the rest of the group as a stylist. After a few months they started bringing you in before appearances as well and you worked almost exclusively on Minhyuk and Shownu.

Shownu was quiet and polite, and Minhyuk was a talker. A total motor mouth. You got to know him pretty well, and vice versa. He didn’t just talk about himself but also asked questions as well. At this point he knew nearly everything about you.

He was very observant and asked early on why you always wore long sleeve shirts even when it was summer and you were clearly suffering from the humidity. You told him how you fell off a balcony and went fell into a glass table when you were a teenager. As a result, you had scars scattered across the front of your body. You didn’t like to answer questions about them or have people look at you differently. You told him that you were more comfortable keeping them to yourself for the time being, and he accepted that and didn’t push the subject.

For your birthday he gave you several beautiful short sleeved tops. On top of them was a note that said, For when you’re ready.

Underneath them was another, smaller note.

His phone number.

It started out with just texting. Silly pictures, goofy jokes, and increasingly ridiculous memes as you became more familiar with each other’s sense of humor.

One night while he was on tour overseas he “accidentally” video called you on Line.

The calls became a daily ritual, and he eventually convinced you to grab a coffee with him when he returned.

Weekly coffee slowly turned into lunch. Then lunch into dinner, until it evolved into takeout and movies at your place once a week.

He made it clear he wanted to be with you but he also insisted that he was happy just to spend time with you. He never pushed you for anything you weren’t ready for.

The first movie night you wore one of the shirts he gave you and the way his face lit up, you thought he might really be the one you could let into your heart.

He waited for you to make the first move and when you finally did, you wished you hadn’t waited so long. He made you believe in him. Trust him to see you. To really see you.

After you had recovered people started to treat you differently. You weren’t just y/n anymore. All they could see was your accident. Your boyfriend distanced himself from you, and your friends stopped inviting you out. You accidentally overheard your best friend say that she didn’t know how to act around you anymore, that it killed the mood having to see me “trying” so hard to be happy.

The thing was, you had been happy. Until that moment you had come to terms with your scars. It wasn’t easy in the slightest, but you were happy you still had your life and a chance at a future. It could have been so much worse.

It was after you heard what wasn’t meant for your ears that you started wearing clothes to cover yourself because you were sick of the looks of pity. In the end, you decided to finish your studies abroad. Go someplace where no one knew your past.

You created a new life for yourself. You threw yourself into your studies and work, and now 6 years later you were entirely self sufficient. You had even been thinking of finally telling Minhyuk that you were ready to maybe give a relationship a chance.

That was until he walked in on you coming out of the shower. He saw everything. He hadn’t known you were in there, he usually made it to your place before you got home. That evening you had finished work early and decided to take a quick shower before he got there so you could have extra time together. He had just arrived and went to use the bathroom when you were stepping out of the shower and reaching for your towel.

You could tell he was lost in thought most of the night. He tried to assure you that he looked away before he saw anything, but his silence worried you.

Over the course of the next week he wasn’t texting as much as usual, and he was spending a lot of late nights at the studio.

You tried not to worry, but your old insecurities started to creep back in.

You knew you couldn’t wait any longer, the ice cream would be melting. So you gathered your courage and your supplies and you took the elevator up to your floor.

You arms were full so you knocked your elbow a few times on the door hoping Minhyuk would come let you in. Your arms got tired waiting, so you set everything down so you could open the door.

It was locked. Weird, he always calls if he isn’t going to beat me here. Once you got everything inside and put away you dug your phone out of your bag to see if you had any missed calls.

Nothing.

You send him a quick text asking if he was alright.

Heyyyy! I think I left my newest lyric book at your place. It should be on your bedside table. Could you bring it to me? It’s gonna be a long night here. I’ll owe you one!!

Your heart sank. He never forgot date night. You sent him short response saying you’d check and then bring it after your shower.

You put all the food away, figuring you could reheat it for lunch for the next couple days. You took a longer shower than you intended and when you got out you didn’t even look in the mirror while you brushed your teeth and dried your hair. You put on your black hoodie and snoopy pajama shorts and slowly shuffled your way back to your room to get dressed.

You were in no hurry for this. You would just break it to him tonight that you needed some time for yourself.

It was the last thing you wanted. But maybe it was what you both needed.

You pushed your bedroom door open and nearly jumped out of your skin when you saw the shadow of someone sitting in your reading nook. The moon was shining in behind him, but you knew Minhyuk’s shape anywhere.

You gave a nervous laugh and said, “Ok, so what was up with the bogus text about your lyric book?” You gestured at the night stand and looked over to see there was no notebook there but he had something in his hand.

Your heart sank. “Oh…you came to get it yourself…” He must have not been able to wait. “I’m sorry I made you wait. I was just kinda…”

“Mad I missed date night?” His voice held a trace a laughter but also sounded nervous.

You started to deny it, but stopped yourself and nodded. “Yeah, a little maybe. Rehearsal run late?”

He looked nervous but his gaze held yours as he said, “No. Not exactly.” He patted the seat next to him. “We should talk.”

You honestly couldn’t say how your legs held you up as you walked over and sat on the cushioned seat next to him. You couldn’t focus. You were looking everywhere but at him. It was one thing for you to walk away from him, but you didn’t know if you could handle him being the one.

“Look I get it, ok?” You forced yourself to meet his gaze. “I get it. You don’t have to-” you searched for the right words.

It was Minhyuk’s turn to look thoroughly confused. “Wait, what do you get?”

You shrugged, “That it was more than you bargained for. I don’t blame you, alright?.”

The look of confusion was replaced with annoyance. “Blame me for what, exactly?” He placed a hand over the fist you hadn’t realized you made. “Why don’t you let me tell you what I’ve been doing so we can be on the same page.”

You unclenched your fist allowing him to turn your hand over and lace his fingers through yours, and then you took a deep breath. You nodded and waited for him to continue.

“After that night, I had a lot on my mind.” He looked down at your linked hands. “I had a lot of feelings, but I didn’t know how to express them properly.”

You closed your eyes and tried to gather your thoughts. You prepared for the worst.

“I made this for you.”

Your eyes snapped open and saw that Minhyuk was holding a small square package out to you. You opened the box and there was a CD inside.

You opened the case and saw the tracks titles were scrawled in Minhyuk’s handwriting around the edge of the disc.

They were some of your favorite songs, along one a few names you weren’t familiar with. He expressed his feelings in the way he was best at. Music.

“Is this what you’ve been working on?” He looked anxious for you to continue so you pulled out the paper from the case and read it. It had one line written on it.

I’m not going anywhere.

He knew all about what happened with your ex, and the issues you had because if your past. So he knew that this was something you needed to hear.

All the pain and insecurities that built up fell away and you couldn’t stop the tears you had been desperately trying to hold back. You clutched the CD and note to your chest as you attempted to steady your breathing.

Minhyuk’s eyes glittered in the moonlight and he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your temple. “Are you ok? What are you thinking?” He scooted closer and slipped a warm arm around your shoulders.

You laid your head down on his shoulder and whispered, “I just thought it was too much for you. You’ve been quiet, which is so not you, then I thought you forgot about tonight.”

When another rush of tears threatened to spill over Minhyuk turned you and wrapped his arms around you, “Come here.” He rubbed his hands up and down your back, hating to see you cry. “Shhhhh…hey hey, you have nothing to be self conscious about with me. Not ever. You hear me?”

You nodded into his shoulder and waited for your heartbeat to slowly return to normal.

Minhyuk pulled back and placed a hand on each shoulder, waiting until you raised your eyes to his. “No. Y/n, really. I need you to hear me. Your past doesn’t define you. These scars don’t define you. They are a part of you, but not all of you.”

You smiled and placed your hands over his and gave them a squeeze. “I hear you. It’s gonna take some time, but I hear you.”

Finding you were able to focus again, you noticed another box on the sill behind Minhyuk.

He followed your eyes and looked back at you with a tentative smile. He pulled out a sleep mask and held it up. “I wanted to try something.” He raised an eyebrow, “Do you trust me?”

For the first time in years you didn’t feel a single ounce of hesitation. “Yes. Absolutely.”

His eyes sparkled in the light and his smile was so bright you couldn’t help but smile in return.

Minhyuk reached forward to place the mask over your head but hesitated before bringing it down over your eyes. “Still OK?”

Your curiosity was piqued, “Go ahead.”

He settled the mask over your eyes and brought his hands down to take both of yours in his. He ran his thumbs over the back of your hands and you felt the seat shift as he got up. “Alright, can you stand up for me?”

He pulled you to your feet and you smiled when he placed one hand on your side to keep you steady.

His other hand held the zipper to your hoodie, but he didn’t make a move. “May I?”

You took his hand and pulled it along with the zipper down. You felt your skin heat up as Minhyuk slipped his cool hands under the shoulders of your hoodie and ran his hands down your arms letting it slip to the floor.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you waited for a reaction. The silence was deafening. “Umm….Hyuk? You ok?”

He let out the breath he had been holding, “I’m sorry, it’s just…your skin in the moonlight…”

Within his short pause your mind finished the sentence a thousand different ways.

“You’re stunning, y/n.” He pulled you back to the nook and helped you sit down. “Be my canvas?”

“Your what?” You heard some light clacking as he dug around in the box of supplies he had. Your eyes fluttered shut behind the mask as he ran a paintbrush across your collarbone. “Alright then, where do you want me?”

“Lay back against the pillows. I need the moonlight to see.”

You settled yourself against the pillows and relaxed, waiting to see what happened next.

Minhyuk put the CD on low before coming back and sitting next to you on the cushions. “Lean toward me?”

You started to turn towards him and you felt him slip a pillow under your right side. He knows how your hip bothers you, and it touched your heart that he always made sure you were comfortable.

He sang quietly along with the music while he ran different paintbrushes along your skin. Goosebumps raised up along your arms as he continued the long languid strokes.

The brushing stopped and you heard what sounded like a lid coming off a jar. Your back arched when you felt the paintbrush return to your skin, now having been dipped into a cool paint.

You gave yourself over to the sensations he brought out in you. Not only the tingles and shivers you felt from the brushing, but this new sense of freedom, the realization that you could truly trust him.

Then a dark thought suddenly came unbidden out of left field. He’s just hiding your scars with paint…

All of a sudden couldn’t feel the brush strokes anymore. You felt nauseous. You sat up, knocking Minhyuk out of your way. You knew he meant well, and you don’t want to hurt him but you couldn’t help the tears that start to fall.

He saw the tears slipping under the mask and immediately removed it. “Baby, what is it? What’s the matter?” His voice cracked and he was visibly shaken. He gently wiped the tears away as they slipped down your cheeks.

You closed your eyes, afraid to look down. “What are you doing, Hyuk?” You needed to hear his words, so you could figure out how to process what was happening.

He reached off the side and grabbed your hoodie off of the floor and placed it over your shoulders. “Do you remember the first shoot we did together?”

You opened your eyes and pondered the question. “Of course, I mean, I remember parts of it.”

“Remember how I asked you to try to help me hide some of my insecurities?”

“Yeah,” you smiled at the memory, he had been so nervous early on. “You just lacked confidence.”

“And you told me to trust you. You helped me own my insecurities and find my confidence.”

“I just believed in you,” you narrowed your eyes slightly, “but what does that have to do with anything?”

“What did you tell me you were doing, when you styled me and didn’t let me hide?” Minhyuk stood up and held his hands out for you.

You cautiously placed your hands in his and allowed him to help you up. “I don’t remember…”

He cupped your face in his hands and his eyes were warm and patient as they held yours, “You told me you were highlighting my strengths.” He turned you around to face the standup mirror by the wall.

You took a deep breath in and out before looking up to your reflection. Your heart caught in your chest at what you saw.

He hadn’t covered your scars at all but drew delicate patterns beside them. Swirling lines that mirrored the same curves and lines. In between them he made little star bursts made of gold glitter.

It was beautiful.

You looked beautiful.

Minhyuk pushed your hair off to the side and pressed a warm kiss to the side of your neck. His voice was husky as he whispered, “You are perfect to me.”

You let your hoodie fall  to the floor and leaned back against his chest enjoying his warmth against your back.

He wrapped one arm snug around your waist and the other across your chest, his fingers playing with the skin between your neck and shoulder. “You know you inspire me? Every single day. You’ve helped me become a better man, y/n.”

Your gaze met his in the mirror and you were shocked to see tears shining on his cheeks. You leaned your forehead on his cheek and closed your eyes, savoring the moment.

“You’re the first person that’s made me want to try a relationship. The first person to really make me feel attractive.” He turned to press a kiss to your forehead. “So how about it?”

You leaned back so you could see his face, “How about what?”

“How about you and me give us a shot?” His brows knit together with worry while he waited for your reply.

“How about some cold take out and a horror movie and then we talk?” You winked and pulled him toward the living room. “I have a date that I’m late for.”

Minhyuk stepped up and pulled you close, capturing your lips with his for a quick kiss. “I’m sorry for worrying you this past week. I just had to find a way to show you that I’m all in if you’re willing to give me a chance.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist and enjoyed his steady heartbeat against your ear. “I am all in, Min.” You pulled back and pointed a finger at his chest, “However, if you recount this story to the rest of the group, I was wearing something more sophisticated than an old bra and snoopy shorts. Are we clear?”

He couldn’t stop smiling. You could nearly see his wisdom teeth, he was smiling so big. “Crystal.”

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i don’t think people really get how little feedback fanfic authors actually get? like the effort to reaction ratio is so abysmally skewed here that a fic nearly 50,000 words long takes an entire year to amass like. 16 comments. someone reblogged a fic i wrote at 4 am and tagged it with a 5-word compliment and i can’t stop thinking about it, not because it was so nice but because half the time you post a fic you’re going to hear nothing and anything feels like so much

fandom culture is so, so good about giving artists the credit they’re due, but we gotta start doing that for writers too. you’ve got no idea how much people put into their stories and get maybe a handful of reblogs and a dozen-odd kudos. that’s not enough. writing is an endurance sport and y’all need to start giving fic writers a reason to endure it and improve their craft. encourage writers like you encourage artists. reblog fics, leave tags, leave comments, acknowledge that these stories do not just spring into being for your entertainment. 

every single damn writer i know feels like half of their readers see them as a machine. that’s gotta change. 

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I feel a Byeongkwan x Reader coming on 🥰

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The Bodyguard

Jackson x Reader

Wordcount: 1647

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You were an idol and Jackson(pre-debut) is a bodyguard.

You stood in front of a fan by the side of the stage while your crew dried your face and hair and refreshed your appearance. You were listening to Jackson talk to his replacement, explaining how he would need to handle working with the group on the next leg of the tour.

He was to debut in his own group within the year. He worked as a guard to make extra money to pay for his training. His family could afford it, but he was determined to make it on his own, and he was about it. This was his last tour with you.

You smiled politely and exchanged pleasantries as Jackson introduced you to the new guard, but you wouldn't be around long enough to remember his name.

Tonight was your last show.

Only your managers knew. The rest of the group knew something was up, you hadn't been yourself in weeks. They wouldn't have suspected that you would be leaving though. You couldn't chance that it would get back to Jackson. You hadn't told him yet, afraid he would talk you out of it. 

You just couldn't handle it anymore. You were involved in a scandal with a leader of an up and coming group in your company. It was bogus, of course, everyone that actually knew you knew it was. But that didn't stop the threats you started receiving for "breaking" the idol's heart.

You don't even know how the rumors spread. There were some altered photographs and first-hand "witness testimonies" and before you knew it people were posting that you should leave the group, and were sending threats to not only you but your family.

You used a stage name, Violet, never having released your real name or information. Only those closest to you knew your real name. Yet somehow they knew.

It had to be someone on the inside.

You were to retire early and take some personal time, with the intention of releasing solo music with the same company, down the road. Maybe in a year or so once things quiet down and the fans move on to the next scandal. 

You heard the cue in your ear and your heart sank. You knew you needed this, but the thought if hurting your sisters, of hurting Jackson, it was just too much. You never even had the opportunity to tell him how you felt. 

You were in love with him. Had been for years.

He sent you off with such a bright smile and you took a second to memorize this face. Knowing it was the last time you would be gifted with it. 

Sensing something was wrong, Jackson made a goofy face at you then smiled warmly. "You've got this, there has been no sign of anything or anyone suspicious. Show is almost over, and you're safe."

You turned before he could see your face crumble. He only thought you were worried about the antis. 

Here goes nothing. 

You walked up to your mark, and stood there and gathered your courage. You signaled you were ready and looked one last time back at Jackson as you were lifted up to the stage. 

 Your stomach was in knots. It wasn't the crowds, the screams, the heat from the lights. It wasn't even the video cameras that were everywhere, here to record the last show of the Korean leg of the tour.

It was what you had to do. Disappoint your members, your fans, and him. Every time you ever felt ready to give up he was there to push you. You trained together, you worked together. Now he kept you safe. He knew you better than anyone in the world. 

The audience was perfectly still and silent as you broke the news. When you sang your farewell solo, you took in the tear-stained faces and looks of shock and even though it hurt, you knew you made the right decision. As much as you loved the stage, as much as you loved your fans, you loved your family even more. 

You had to keep them safe. You would return to the company when you were in a more stable place mentally, and when they had the threats tracked and stopped. 

The other members came out to sing the last set for the night, and you were so grateful to have such a supportive group with you. They were saddened and hurt, but they cheered you on and promised to support and and encouraged the audience to continue to support not only the band, but you in the future. 

They spoke out against those who had turned on you. They let them know that there was no room in the fanbase for such people. 

Your heart swelled at the love and support in their eyes and words.

Before you knew it, it was over and you had to face the music. You walked off stage with two of your members glued to you, and the others close behind. Crew members and some of the trainees that were there to witness the filming all flooded to you as you made your way to the dressing room.

Your eyes searched the crowd looking for Jackson. You tried to answer questions as you were able, but once your eyes met Jackson's you couldn't hear anything but your own heartbeat.

His face gave nothing away, remaining professional and balanced. As you walked past him he put up a hand and everyone else stayed behind as he walked you to the dressing room.

Once the door was shut behind him you turned to apologize but the look on his face left your words frozen in your throat.

Now his face reflected the shock and the hurt he felt. "Why didn't you say anything?"

You stared at the floor, "I couldn't let you talk me into staying." You wrang your hands together. "I need this time for me."

For a split second he looked like he would argue, but he held back and admitted, "I probably would have tried. But I would have supported your decision, too." He stepped forward and placed his warm hands over yours. "I understand choosing family."

You smiled, grateful he understood. "Anyway, how could I come to all your new shows if I'm on tour myself?"

Jackson laughed and his whole stance relaxed. "I see. It was all a ploy, just so you could be a full time ahgase?"

You winked and smiled, "Bingo!"

At that he stepped forward to give you a hug. You breathed in deeply and melted into his chest. You would miss feeling the strength of his arms around you. Seeing as you were both watched most of the time, hugs were a rare gift you could share. "They'll catch them, y/n. Don't worry too much." He pulled back and placed a hand on your cheek. "Just take care of you and enjoy your time with your family."

You touch his hand briefly and nodded. "You want a water? You gestured at the cooler on the table by the mirror. "Weird, they don't usually use styrofoam coolers." 

You went to open the lid when the door opened and one of the trainees walked in with the normal cooler with water.

You shared a confused look with Jackson. "Then what's in here?" You lifted the lid slightly and heard a small click, then the next thing you know Jackson is shouting and he throws himself into you and knocks you both over the back of one of the love seats in the room.

Thankfully, the lid to the cooler fell back down, and you sat up and held your left arm to your chest. You were disaster-prone, you knew that feeling. Broken. 

Jackson yelled to the now terrified trainee to leave, and grabbed his radio and called for someone to call the police, telling them there was a potential bomb threat.

When he was done he was running his eyes and hands over every inch of you checking for injuries. "Tell me what hurts." You offered your arm and he pulled the scarf you wore for the last song off and used it to create an makeshift sling so you wouldn't move it around too much until you got to the hospital. 

His voice shook as he answered the police questions as they came in. He had one trembling arm wrapped around you and he refused to move away. 

Once they were finished and he told them he needed to get you to a hospital, he walked you out the back exit and into the waiting car. The venue would be on full lock down until cameras were checked and the suspect was found. 

Jackson climbed in next to you and remained silent while they waited for the driver to be cleared to be allowed to drive you away. 

The window separating the backseat from the front came down and the driver informed Jackson that we were going to a hospital 30 minutes out, because it had better security.

Your head was starting to hurt after the stress of the evening. Jackson noticed you were uncomfortable as you rubbed the the point between your eyes, and he suggested that you lay against him and close your eyes.

You took off your seatbelt and scooted closer to him. He turned his back slightly so that you could rest your head against his chest and he wrapped an arm around you. 

Afraid you would never get the opportunity to tell him before he debuts, you whispered "I love you, just thought you should know." His heartbeat under your ear was all it took and you felt sleep start to pull you under. But before you drifted off you felt him brush your hair back from your face and press a kiss to your forehead.

"I know." You felt him kiss your forehead again. "You should know, I love you too."

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Masterlist so far (12/30/19)

I'll keep it updated as I add stories. I haven't written much yet, but if anyone ever wants to request something, please feel free♡

I hope you enjoy!♡

BTS

Namjoon

The Reconnect 1, 2, 3

Got7

Jaebum

Before the Honeymoon

Jackson

The Bodyguard

Monsta X

Shownu

Hero (apartment version)

Minhyuk

Sunshine in the moonlight

Wonho

Forgiveness 1, 2

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Forgiveness Part 2

Wonho x Reader

A/N Again, if this seems familiar, that is because it is from my old account. Part 3 will be up soon!

I hope you enjoy! ♡

Part 1

Three hours later and you and Wonho sat, legs stretched out on the kitchen floor sipping wine and just watching each other. You were both worn out but neither was willing to go to sleep and risk waking up and finding that this was a dream.

Wonho’s head started drooping and you decided to reach over with your right foot and pinch his side with your toes.

“Hey!” he gave you a tired glare and grabbed your right leg, keeping your foot hostage in his left hand to prevent another attack. “How do you even do that? Minhyuk’s right about you.” He pulled up his shirt to look at the now red patch of skin you pinched and shot you a glare. The glare lacked any actual annoyance however, he was clearly happy to be there, back in your life. He was smiling like a fool.

You almost got lost in that smile when you suddenly remembered his last comment. “Wait, what do you mean Minhyuk’s right about me?” You were curious to hear what Minhyuk said, considering you still saw him once every week or so for coffee or lunch. You had helped him when he was struggling with depression, so naturally he was the one that showed up after the break up, ready to make sure you were holding it together. “What did little alien say about me?”

At that Wonho burst out laughing and so while he was distracted you pinched him with your free toes.

He continued laughing but he grabbed your other ankle and pulled you over til you were forced to straddle his lap and he wrapped his arms around you to keep you from going for revenge. “Last time you were over and we played twister and you beat everyone he said you must be an alien. He said he could recognize his own kind.”

That put a smile on your face. Minhyuk was your best friend, and you should have known he wouldn’t say something negative about you. “So, you agree? You think I’m an alien, huh?” You smiled sweetly at him, because he thought he was safe but he made a mistake when he wrapped his arms about you.

He left one arm free.

And so you waited patiently for him to shoehorn his foot into his mouth.

“No, of course not!” He smiled with the confidence of a man sure of his safety. “I mean, it’s obvious isn’t it? You’re clearly a mutant with abilities far beyond my understanding.”

You didn’t have to wait so long at all.

You took your free hand and brushed his hair from his eyes, traced them down his cheek, then left your hand to rest on his chest, never breaking eye contact with him. You could feel his heartbeat pick up under your hand and so you leaned in slowly, so that he would expect a kiss and he loosened his grip on you, and in that second you freed your other arm and went in for the kill.

He laughed hard and started wiggling, unable to throw you off. Naturally he could if he wanted to, though you were strong after you training with him for years at the gym, but he was stronger and wouldn’t risk hurting you. You could feel the hesitation in his fight to break free.

You could handle yourself. He knew better. His hesitation, while well-intentioned, annoyed you. So you started ticking harder and when he shifted you wrapped your legs around his back and locked your feet as best you could.

Your hand cramped and you paused your assault and in those brief seconds Wonho took control and flipped you over onto your back and you found yourself staring up into a set of the happiest eyes you have ever seen.

“What are you smiling about?” It was contagious, you couldn’t frown if you wanted to right now. The revenge was safe on the back burner for now. 

“We have a pattern, you and I. You know?” Wonho brushed your hair out of your face and contentedly ran his thumb back and forth over your cheek.

You wondered where he was going with this. “No, what do you mean?”

“Any time we fight, we always end up on the floor in the kitchen, talking it out.” He shifted until you were both laying on your sides, but refused to let go of you.

You both propped yourself up and rested your heads on your hands and just enjoyed being close again. “We had a rule, you remember?”

Wonho pretended to think over it for a second, but before you could give him a hard time he responded. “Never go to bed angry or in a fight.” He smiled as he thought over some of the times you ended up here. 

“It helped us survive so long together. We beat the odds even though your managers tried to tell us constantly we couldn’t make it.” You understood why they believed that, but they didn’t know us. We never held onto resentments and allowed them to fester, we’d fight it out, and then make up.

“We had some amazing times in here, didn’t we?” he asked while he traced circles on your lower back. 

“Fighting?” You pinched him again. “You liked fighting and ended up on the floor til the next morning?”

“No, not the fighting.” He gave you a look you didn’t know if you would ever see again. “But I thoroughly enjoyed making up with you afterwards. Sometimes I’d pick a fight because the making up was always incredible.” He pressed a soft kiss to the side of your neck then trailed his lips across your jawline and pressed another to the tip of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. 

You’d remember and argue with him later over him picking fights on purpose. But for now you still had to make up for the last fight. You were separated for too many weeks. 

You had a lot of making up to do.

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Forgiveness Part 1

Wonho x Reader

A/N If this is familiar to anyone it’s cause this was from my old account, I couldn’t remember my login info for the longest time, but go figure now that I have a new tumblr I remembered the email for the old one. 

I hope you enjoy!♡

You were nearly asleep when you heard your phone ring a painfully familiar song. You didn’t expect to hear it, though you used to look forward to hearing it every night around this time. You hadn’t heard it in nearly two months. Since your relationship with Wonho fell to pieces.

Since you found him in the arms of another woman.

Part of you wanted to not answer, to let him think you’ve moved on. The other part wanted to tell him off and let him know just how much pain he left you in. You had rehearsed countless times what you would say to him if he had the nerve to contact you again.

The latter side won out and you swiped a shaking finger across the phone and prepared to let him have it.

“H..hello? Y/n?”

Your words died on your lips when you heard the broken greeting. The only time you’ve heard him sound like this was when he talked about how he worried about his family while he was a trainee.

“I know you don’t owe me anything, but please, can we talk? Y/n?” His voice cracked on your name, he sounded like he was in as much pain as you were in, but also, he sounded resigned that you might not be willing to talk with him.

“Yeah, I’m here. Look, what do you need so late, Wonho?” The words felt strange, heavy even, in your mouth. One, you never before would have questioned him calling so late. This was your time, your nightly ritual while he was touring. And two, you never called him Wonho when it was just you two, even if you had fought, he was your Hoseok.

Was.

Not yours anymore, so if you were going to pretend you had moved on, he was Wonho.

You could tell it hurt him when you used his stage name, the name people used when they weren’t in his inner circle. His breath hitched, and he let out a sigh.

“I’m sorry…’” he whispered. “I hurt you and I can’t change that, and now I’m making you listen to me and bringing it all back up.”

You steeled yourself. You had to be strong. He destroyed your heart. Your trust. You couldn’t give in to the instinct to comfort him.

But still there was something there in his voice, something that made you stay on the line. “So, you’re calling to apologize? It doesn’t change anything. Why now? Why wait so long?!” Your feelings were threatening to boil over, but you had to hear what he had to say. If only so you could properly move on. “What do you expect me to say? You cheated, you threw away all our years together, our plans for the future, and in return I get a ‘sorry’?!”

“Y/n, you need to know what really happened. I never cheated on you. I never would.” He paused to sniff, “You know me better than that.”

So, he’s going to deny it, now? Fine, should be interesting, he never was good at lying anyway. “No, Wonho, I thought that I knew you better than that. But I saw you two together in her dressing room. She was all over you!” You found the tears that you had tried to force back, spilling over at the bitter memory.

“It wasn’t what it looked like, y/n, I swear.” His voice got stronger with conviction as he continued to explain what happened. “Our manager told us to be nice to her because she was debuting that night as a solo artist and didn’t have band members to lean on for support.”

You rolled your eyes and your anger got the best of you. “How very accommodating of you! Do you always support the new debuts by shoving your tongue down their throat?” You normally would have regretted the venom that you heard in your voice but while you wanted to hear him out you also needed to let your pain out.

“Please, y/n, I went to talk with her and give her some advice, but she threw herself at me crying. I’m not heartless, I let her get it out of her system. Then we sat and shared training horror stories.”

You knew the girl, you had met her briefly several times. She was a ruthless trainee, she didn’t get along with anyone. Everyone was her rival. But she was incredibly talented. So, after several years at not working out in trial projects with other trainees, they decided to debut her as a solo artist.

As hard as it was to get close to her, you suspected it was because she knew she had to succeed. Her family put everything they had into her training. She couldn’t disappoint them and leave them with nothing. That must be why they got along so well, and she confided in him when she wouldn’t with the other members. They both had the desperate desire to take care of their families who put their everything into them pursuing their dreams.

You let out an exasperated sigh before asking, “So how did that lead to what I saw?” You started to suspect that perhaps you misread what you saw. She had looked you in the eye through the mirror as she latched onto him and you couldn’t break eye contact with her. You had been in shock. You didn’t even wait for an explanation, you just left. You couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the face before you stormed off.

“She must have misread my kindness, and then she just threw herself at me. It was weird though, because I could have sworn she knew we were together, every time she saw us we were together.”

You smiled at his innocence. He hadn’t noticed the deliberate look she had shot at you through the mirror.

“She knew what she was doing, Wonho. She saw me there.” You wanted to hate her, but you actually felt for her. You saw how that life takes its toll on the mind. “You were the only person she felt she could relate to, so you were probably her next goal.”

Wonho made a thoughtful sound while he contemplated what you said.

“Why didn’t you try to talk to me before now?” You felt warmth wash over you heart knowing that he hadn’t, in fact, cheated, yet you still felt like there was a something missing. “Why now?”

“Your face,” he whispered, “I could see how devastated you were, and it tore me apart that you could believe I would do that to you. After everything we had been through. I couldn’t bring myself to ever put you through that again and I didn’t think you would listen to me. I know how it looked…”

He was right. He did know you, you had felt broken and there was no way you would have listened to him. Hell, you didn’t even plan to listen to him tonight. You answered so that you could make him know what he put you through.

“So, what now?” You cringed while you waited for his reply. You didn’t even know what you hoped he would say.

“Can you forgive me?” You never heard this voice before, so devoid of even the smallest hint of hope. “I get that I screwed up. I never should have let you feel that way. I should have chased after you and explained the situation.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“She said that you would need time to breathe before you would be willing to listen. She convinced me I would only hurt you more. That with my lifestyle and schedule you might be better off without me. That you deserved someone normal.”

You snorted, “And I suppose she probably also suggested that you would do better to find someone who can understand your world? Someone in the business?”

He let a light laugh slip and you could feel him returning from the broken man who dialed you tonight. “Yeah, something along those lines.”

“And? Do you agree with her? Would you rather find someone else who could ‘understand’ your world?” Your throat was feeling dry, so you wandered into the kitchen and filled a glass with water. You waited for his reply, feeling insecurities start to creep in when he didn’t immediately answer.

“That’s the thing, y/n. I uhh…better get off the phone. I’m about to see that someone. I finally have courage to tell her that I’d like a future with her. I just had toー”

You fell your heart drop to your toes. Now you felt all the life go out of your own voice, “Get my forgiveness first?” Ever the honorable one. You leaned on the counter not sure you could hold your self up anymore.

“Well, yeah. I couldn’t make a confession without it.” He actually sounded relieved. You wanted to throw up.

You weren’t even listening anymore. You had your explanations, and now you could move on. You would be damned though if you let him think he hurt you again. At least let him have his happy ending. Your chest tightened painfully as you said your goodbyes. “Well, good luck with that, I hope she returns your feelings.” You ended the call before he could say another word.

And before you could even put your phone down on the counter there was a knock at your apartment door. You looked down at your phone suspiciously, and saw it was after 1am.

There’s no way…is there?

You walked lightly to the door, so you wouldn’t be heard and looked through the peephole to see nothing, it must have been the wrong apartment. You let out a sigh and leaned your head against the door, letting the stress and pain of the evening in and feeling a surge of hot tears spill down your cheeks.

Then there was another knock and again there was nothing. You eased the door opened and looked down and your world suddenly stopped feeling like it was spinning out of control.

Wonho was kneeling on the floor with a bunch of daisies in one hand and a carrier with two very large coffees in the other. He looked up at you with red eyes and smiled, “Can I come in?”

You eyed the coffee and shrugged, attempting to look indifferent, “Depends…one of those for me?”

He laughed and now matching tears were spilling down his cheeks, he bowed his head and rested it against your hip and you watch his back shake while he tried to control his emotions.

You knelt down in front of him and he put down the coffee and flowers and you both wiped tears from each other’s faces.

“You’re here. I thought you found someone who can understand your work?” You didn’t care how swollen and red your face was, because he sported a matching look, you just smiled at him and continued to touch his face. The face you were convinced you would never touch again.

“You understand me 100%. You always have. It’s what gave me the strength to call.” He paused to push my hair back that was sticking to my wet face. “Cause no matter what, you know me and had to know deep down that I would never want anyone else.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and breathed him in, you had missed this. You were jostled when he wrapped his arms around you and stood up not letting you go for a second.

“I’m so sorry it took me so long to find my way home.” He had his cocky smile on, but you could see the insecurity in his eyes. “Could you learn to love me again?”

You laid your face on his chest and melted into him, cherishing his heartbeat. “I never stopped.”

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I wonder why some posts I make don't show up in tags for almost a day, but then others show nearly immediately. 😑

Oh well, if that is the most of my problems today, I am in good shape 🙃

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Before the Honeymoon

Jaebum x Reader

Wordcount: 1,421

I hope you enjoy it. Turned out longer than I intended. ♡

It’s the morning after your wedding night and Jaebum is trying to convince you to get out of bed before you’re late for your flight. ♡

You woke when you felt the bed dip as Jaebum sat in front of you snapping a picture. You had given him the camera so he could take better shots of his travels while he is on tour. You missed him terribly while he was away, but you both had your careers. So far, rather than taking pictures while on tour, his favorite use of it was to capture pictures of you.

When you were anything but photo ready.

You couldn't say you minded though. He made you feel beautiful. Made you stop hating being photographed. He brushed some hair from your face and asked, “Hey, you awake?”

You were determined to sleep for another hour and your alarm hadn’t even gone off yet. So you stretched and snuggled back down into your pillow, feigning sleep. You were doing a great job of keeping a straight face until he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your neck before whispering, “Jagiya~” directly into your ear. He drew out the ending, and started peppering the shell of your ear with kisses and whispering unintelligible words into your ear.

Then you couldn’t pretend anymore. You felt the corners of your mouth draw up as you felt a shiver work it’s way down your spine. You never could resist his voice whispering in your ear, and he knew it. You could feel his smile against your skin. “What time is it? Is the sun even awake yet?” You reached for his wrist to check his watch.

"Uh uh." He shook his head and smiled big as he held his wrist out of your reach. “Time to get up. You’ve got to shower so we can go for breakfast.” 

You looked at his outstretched arm with suspicion. “It’s before 5am, isn’t it?”

He said nothing, but maintained the same goofy grin and snapped another picture.

His silence confirmed your suspicions. You shoved him and turned over with a groan, covering your face with the sheet. “We don’t have to be to the airport until after 1:30. Why do you hate me?”

He sat the camera on the nightstand and settled himself behind you. You could feel the laughter shaking his chest. “Hate, huh? Is that the feeling I gave off last night?” He wrapped an arm around you and held you against him.

You sighed contentedly, enjoying his warmth. “Hmmm,” you pulled the sheet from your face and turned your head to lean your forehead against his. You drew in a deep breath and realized he already smelled like hotel soap. “Dude, how long have you been up??”

He offered a guilty smile, “A while, I thought you might like some real coffee, so I went out to the market. I’ll put a pot on while you shower.”

You turned around in his embrace ready to let him hear it for not getting enough sleep but ended up lost in his gaze instead. “Jae, are you gonna be alright with no sleep?” 

“How could I be anything but perfect?” He traced lazy circles on your back. It felt wonderful. “Can you believe we’re finally married?”

“I know, it feels like a dream, honestly.” You played with a button on the front of his shirt. “We waited for so long for this. Can it really be our time now?” You almost felt guilty taking a week off. 

Jaebum reached back for his camera then when you held your hand out to block him he captured your lips with his. It wasn't long before your hand fell to his chest, camera forgotten. When he deepened the kiss, brushing his tongue lightly against yours, you barely registered the sound of the camera as he captured the moment. 

You reluctantly pulled back and pinched him, “That’s supposed to be for your adventures, so you can share your memories on the road with the guys with me when you come home.”

His face grew serious as he considered my words. “You are my greatest adventure, and anyway now you can come with me on my travels so they really will be our memories. Not just pictures of places I wish we were together in.”

You saw his watch out of the corner of your eye and nearly spit when you it was after 9. “I thought it was early! Why did you let me sleep so long?” You shot up in bed and glared down at him.

He sat up with a grin. “I said it was time to get up.” He took his time taking in the view of you with the sheet fallen at your waist. He ran a hand leisurely up and down your bare back. “You slept through your alarm. I thought maybe you needed a rest after last night.” He leaned forward, brushed his lips against your back, then leaned his chin on your shoulder. "We didnt exactly go easy on each other," he said, looking thoroughly pleased and content.

Your body hummed just thinking about it, but you had to focus. “We can’t miss our flight,” you said, throwing yourself out of bed and ran to the bathroom. You smiled, hearing the camera snaps behind you. You leaned back out of the bathroom long enough to shout “Coffee!”

You brushed your teeth and took a quick shower in record time, then threw your wet hair up into a claw. The heat of the shower made you even more tired. You exited the bathroom and put on your best zombie face and groaned, “Coffeeeee.”

Your annoyingly awake and bright-eyed husband filled your travel mug and passed it into your waiting hands. You took a drink, barely noticing the heat. “Mmmm, much better.” You pecked a quick kiss to his cheek. “Life is good. Let’s go!” You spun around to head to the door but only made it a step before you were stopped.

You felt his warm hand on your shoulder. “Baby, you can’t go out with a wet head. You don’t want to be sick on our honeymoon.”

You laughed, “Thanks for the concern, but that’s not how it works, hun.”

He went and grabbed a towel from the bathroom, then gestured at the seat in front of the vanity. “Humor me. Let me dry your hair a bit just until you finish your coffee then you can refill before we leave.”

You sat down, amused. You wouldn’t turn down a head rub and an extra coffee. “Alright, but if we’re late, it’s on you. Remember, I can survive on coffee alone, you can't.”

He took the claw out and handed it to you before wrapping the towel around your hair and wringing your hair out. Your coffee was nearly forgotten as he rubbed your scalp briskly with the towel. He ran a brush through your hair and got out any knots he made. You could feel yourself drifting off when he stopped and took the claw from your hand.

You let out a soft sigh, and he chuckled. “That should be good enough.” He kissed the top of your head and went to grab his jacket, putting on his sunglasses and hanging the camera from a cord around his neck.

You looked around the nearly empty room. He must have taken everything out to the car during your shower.

He tossed one of his hoodies at you as you walked up to him. “We’ll come back for the rest after breakfast.” He reached forward to zip you into his hoodie then pull you forward for another kiss. You could really get used to this.

Placing a hand on either side of your neck he said, “Ready for our first breakfast as a married couple?” His eyes were so bright, and he looked as though he could take on the world.

You nodded and took his camera from around his neck and snapped a shot of him, wanting to always remember the look of happiness on your husband’s face at this very moment.

He turned you around and held you against his chest, giving you a sloppy kiss on the cheek and taking a shot of the two of you. You made him turn the camera around so you could both look at the picture.

You almost didn’t recognize yourself. Never having enjoyed taking pictures or selfies, you usually look annoyed or upset, but not here. No, here you looked happy, relaxed, and comfortable in your own skin. Something you hadn’t felt for as long as you could remember.

“I’m ready.”

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Hero (apartment version)

Shownu x Reader

Word count: 1254

My only warning is that I shouldn't post things I write when half asleep 🤪

I will give it fresh eyes in the morning. I hope you enjoy!♡

You've been sick for the last week, and though you're starting to feel better, your energy is gone. Shownu finds out you're sick once he comes home from a couple weeks of traveling for TV engagements and fan meetings and insists on coming over to make sure you're taken care of. He gets jealous when he sees that you've been a little too well taken care of.

You were stretched out on the couch when you heard the key in the lock. You tilted your head back off the side so you could watch Shownu walk in the door. You smiled as big as you were able, which wasn't saying much, as he approached you, arms filled with bags.

Damn, from even upside down he's incredible to look at. You couldn't believe your luck to have such a caring boyfriend.

Well, potential boyfriend. You were giving dating a try to see if you both could handle your jobs and a relationship. 

He set his bags on the kitchen counter and walked over to kneel by the couch. He looked down at you with a sweet smile before lifting your head back up onto the couch. "You're gonna wake up with a pinched nerve if you keep that up."

You felt bad that he was here when he should be resting. "I'm fine, really. Why don't you go lay down in the guest room and get some sleep?" You offered the guest room, not wanting him to get sick by laying in your bed. You've yet to clean your room.

He shook his head, "Absolutely not, why didn't you tell me you were sick? I could have come back on the weekends." He got up and went into the kitchen. 

"I wasn't about to let you worry about me while you're working." You watched as he pulled a bowl out of the cabinet and put some ice and water in it, then bring it with a towel back to set it on the table in front of you. 

"I worried anyway." He wrang out the towel then pressed it across your forehead and temples. "You weren't yourself even in texts and you barely took my calls."

You placed a hand on his wrist, "If I was really sick, if something was truly wrong, I would have told you." You met his worried gaze, "I promise."

Your words pleased him and you watched him sit up a little straighter. He quickly tried to put a stern face on, "You need to tell me even for the little things, y/n. If we're to make this work."

"Fine, fine. Next time I'll stress you out." You tried a wink, but you're fairly sure you just blinked at him. 

Happy with that, he continued to cool you down, pressing the icy cloth to your neck and chest as well. "Did you miss me while I was gone?" He stayed focused on what he was doing intentionally, hoping you wouldn't notice he worried about your response. "I missed you, every day."

You didn't actually have a fever anymore, but you did feel overheated from being sick for so long, you laid back and enjoyed his soft, cool touch. "I always miss you, Hyun."

"Then how come you didn't answer when I called earlier? I was going to bring ice cream but didn't know what flavor you were in the mood for." He was still smiling, so you knew he wasn't upset. 

You went to sit up and you felt his hand on your back for support. "I must still have my phone on silent. Can you check it for me? I don't have my contacts in." You gestured to where it laid on the table.

He picked up up and turned up the volume, then saw that you had 6 missed calls and numerous texts from "MY HERO."

MY HERO: You able to keep the food down?

MY HERO: You looked like hell before, you  sure you're OK?

MY HERO: y/n?

MY HERO: Answer my calls! Is he there yet?!

MY HERO: Damn it, y/n. I'm on my way back.

Shownu's hand shook while he read the messages, his mind raced as he wondered who was messaging you. He wanted you to tell him though, hoping there was a logical explanation. He stared at the floor and asked quietly, "Your "Hero" wants to know if you're ok...y/n...is there someone else?" He looked defeated.

You couldn't figure out what he was talking about. "Who wants to know what now?"

He stood up and went to stand by the window and stare out into the night. "Who brought you lunch today?"

Confused at his sudden change in mood, you watched him, wishing you wipe the sullen look off his face. Couldn't he see who sent the messages? "It was Wonho, he came by here on his way to his place." 

Your train of thought was interrupted when you heard a knock at the door.

Shownu shuffled over to the door and looked devastated when he turned back and he said, "That must be your hero now." 

The door opened before he could reach it and Wonho stood there looking worn out. 

"Oh good, now that her hero's here I guess I'm not needed anymore." Shownu tried to walk out but Wonho wouldn't move himself from blocking the doorway.

You and Wonho shared very confused looks before looking back to Shownu. "Hyun, what are you talking about?" Looking to Wonho you asked, "What the hell did you send me? Why is he calling you my hero?"

At that, Wonho started laughing hysterically. 

You summoned what strength you could and you walked over and poked Wonho in the chest as hard as you could. "What. Did. You. Do?!"

"I may have changed my name in your phone." He looked so proud of himself.

You grabbed your glasses from the counter next to you and put your hand out to Shownu. At this point he was so confused he just placed the phone in your hand and waited to be filled in on what the hell was going on.

You saw all the missed calls and messages from "MY HERO" and you found enough strength to shove him one good time. "You! Clean this mess in the kitchen up," you turned to Shownu "and you come sit with me because we clearly need to talk."

He allowed you to take hand and lead him over to the couch. Before you made it half way, you suddenly felt light-headed and the next thing you knew you woke up on the couch to find Wonho and Shownu sitting with their backs to you against the side of couch while they played Mario Kart.

You placed a hand on Shownu's shoulder and felt relief when he turned and smiled to see you awake. "You alright?" 

You nodded cautiously, "You two good?" You looked back and forth between them.

Wonho turned with a laugh, "Soooo, turns out this guy wasn't there when I told everyone you were my twin." He turned back to the screen in time to run Shownu off the trail. "Whoops."

You shook your head and turned to face the back of the couch. "Yeah. Whoops." You fell into a deep sleep, smiling, and listening to the sounds of them drinking all your beer and playing games.

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In the mood to write a reader one-shot for Monsta X. Probably with a theme of jealousy and then a confession of feelings. Or somethinggg. Narrowed it down to these two (probably), but can't decide who to write about tonight. Whatever I don't write tonight, I'll write tomorrow, but now to decide tonight.����

Shownu or Wonho?!

Maybe include both but just pair the reader with one?

My brainnnn🤯

What do you guys wanna read tonight?💙

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The Reconnect (part 2)

Namjoon x Reader

Word Count: 1528

Enjoy! ♡ Part 1 Part 3 

It’s been nearly four years since the signal went out. In a world that had been becoming increasingly more connected, when the connection failed everything fell apart. Two weeks ago you arrived with your son at a gated campground that was now home to many survivors. You find yourself reconnected with someone you hoped, yet never imagined you would ever see again, and if the camp doesn’t find it beneficial to keep and support the two of you, you would be sent back on your way.

"How?"

Unsure if he was struggling from the shock or the knock to the head, you rushed over and kneeling behind him, took his head in your hands and gently ran your fingers over the back of his head. He sucked in a ragged breath when your fingers brushed over the place he hit.

You moved to kneel in front of him and took your pen light out of your jacket pocket and checked his pupils, his face still unwavering in his shock. You sighed with relief when they reacted as normal.

"Talk to me, are you alright?" You looked into his eyes waiting for him to respond.

You went to take your hands back when he finally reacted, his hands pressing yours back onto his face. Tears started forming in his eyes and still all he said was, "How?"

Once the first year rolled down his cheek you couldn't hold back. All the pain from the years of wondering whether he was alive and well finally broke and the relief was overwhelming. You wrapped your arms around each other and it was some time before either of you were willing to break contact.

You brushed your thumb at the now dried toothpaste on his lip and smiled. "How about you finish up here then we can go talk?"

He just nodded and when you stood up he accepted your hand to let you help him up. He rebrushed his teeth and rinsed, all the while never breaking eye contact with you through the mirror. You completely understood. You were afraid if you looked away, even for a split second, it might not be real. When he finished he just threw his hoodie on and tossed the rest of his stuff in his backpack.

You followed him quietly to the door and when he put a hand out you didn't hesitate in taking his hand in yours. Well before any feelings were admitted, you both always found yourselves holding hands. You had become each other's own silent support system. You never had to say a word. Even if you were mad at each other, you could reach out and he would hold your hand to know it would be okay. It was a comfort you had believed to be lost to you.

You walked slowly and explained how you found your way to the camp after traveling with Jun from town to town for so long. You wondered why he didn't ask any questions about Jun, but figured that he was still just processing the night, and he had hit his head pretty good after all.

After making your way around the outside of the grounds once, you found yourself in front of one of the children RVs. You recognized it because this is where they let Jun sleep, he was there with some other kids his own age, who were without parents. The mothers here take turns staying the night with them.

You looked up questioning why he stopped here.

He smiled and gestured towards the tent outside. "That's where I stay most nights. I teach English and Korean in the mornings, but I sleep here at night in case the moms have difficulty communicating with any of the children."

"So, you brought me home with you, huh?" You elbowed him lightly in the side so he knew you were joking. "You didn't even buy me dinner first."

His dimples on full display were a healing balm on your soul. He turned to face you and took both of your hands in his. "I figured the least you could do is stay and make sure I don't have a concussion." He winked, "since this was all your fault." His smile was contagious. He pulled you into a warm hug, holding you tight with one arm while the other rubbed your back, and you tucked your head just under his chin. "Plus, you're exhausted," he pulled away enough to squeeze your chin lightly, "and you're terrible at hiding your yawns. We can talk more tomorrow."

You cringed as you looked at him apologetically, "I really am sorry, I'll admit it wasn't my best decision." You looked down at your hands. "I looked at you and it was just like time fell away and it just happened."

He squeezed your hands and pulled you toward the tent. "I know. I'll be fine. I'm more than fine. You're here. Let's get you to sleep." He unzipped the tent and gestured for you to go in first and he followed behind, pulling the zipper closed before making himself comfortable facing you.

You made him let you check his eyes one more time before agreeing to laying down. He pulled a book from under his pillow, promising to stay awake and read for another hour.

You desperately wanted to stay awake and make up for lost time but before you knew it you were out. You didn't hear the mom who stayed with the children tonight bring Jun to the tent.

Unbeknownst to you, he was having trouble sleeping through the night, and the moms were bringing him to Namjoon who had been telling him stories to help him get back to sleep.

You rolled over in your sleep to face the two of them. The sheet fell from your face and Jun must have noticed because you woke to his voice asking if I visited for stories to help me sleep too.

Your eyes darted up to meet Namjoon's gaze and before you could say anything he smiled and said "Yeah, little man, everyone loves my stories." He laughed when Jun let out a giant, over-dramatic yawn.

"You think you're gonna be OK to get some sleep now?" He looked over at me then loudly whispered "I think she's gonna need another story. What do you think?"

Jun crawled off Namjoon's lap and flung himself at me for a hug. "I can stay for your story too?" He tilted his head back and stuck his lower lip out, all pouts and dimples.

"Of course you can, but it'll cost you," you smiled and ruffled his hair. "You gotta show me those dimples one more time." You raised one finger up and smiled at your son.

He smiled as big as he could, and you blew raspberries on his cheek. He giggled uncontrollably and you nodded, "there we have it. That's what I like to hear." For someone so young, he worried when you worried, and his laughter was your favorite sound.

You nodded to the space between yourself and Namjoon. "Now get to sleep, you little monster."

Jun wasted no time and crawled between the two of you and was out cold before you could get a goodnight in.

You shook your head, laughing. It amazed you how he could fall asleep before his head properly settled onto a pillow.

"So, this is Jun, huh?" Namjoon smiled and pulled the sheet up to Jun's shoulders. "I've been getting to know him over the last week, but I didn't realize he was yours."

He looked content and had an easy smile on, but it seemed too easy. Why didn't he have any questions?

"Yeah, this is Jun," you looked Namjoon in the eyes and smiled warmly, "pretty wonderful, isn't he?"

"He really is something else." His smile was natural, unforced, but his eyebrows drew together and he had a slight look of confusion. "Can I ask you something about him?"

"Of course." You took a deep breath, glad he was finally asking questions. "Anything."

"I know it's been a while and I never met them in person," he tilted his head, looking like he was trying to remember something, "but didn't your sister marry an Italian man?"

You snorted out a laugh, not expecting that, but you were just happy to be talking with him. "Yeah, his name was Tomasso." Now it was your turn to look confused. "What does he have to do with Jun though?"

"Jun is Korean." He stated simply.

"What does my sister and brother-in-law have to do with that though?" You were now entirely lost. Did he not realize...? Would make sense why didn't have more of reaction when he realized Jun belonged to you. You made sure to make eye contact with Namjoon, "Jun is Korean because his father is Korean." You willed him to understand and wondered if you would have to spell it out to him.

"He isn't your nephew?" He looked down at Jun and back up to you, curiously.

You didn't want to freak him out, or risk waking Jun up, so you shook your head and tried to keep your voice low. "No, he's not my nephew." You watched his face carefully, "He is my son."

He sat quietly and you could tell he was trying to put it all together. Suddenly he remembered something and said, "He said he was named after his father?"

You watched the wheels grinding in his mind. "Yes, Joon," you said his nickname gently, "he is."

His eyes locked onto yours and you watched as it all clicked into place.

"Jun is mine."

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REWIND MASTERLIST

The collective masterlist of all the fics included in my Rewind series. Each fic takes place in a different time period. I try to be as educated of each era as I can in order to add to the authenticity of the fic but please keep in mind I was born in 1999. I apologize for any discrepancies. Enjoy!

heavy sugar || myg

↳ 1920’s au

↳ smut, mafia au, gangster!yoongi x flapper!reader

read here | moodboard 

in the mood || ksj

↳ 1940’s au

↳ smut, impreg kink, post war/hollywood au, soldier/actor!jin x wife!reader

read here | moodboard

hot rod || jhs

↳ 1950’s au

↳ smut, virgin kink, greaser!hoseok x virgin!reader

↳ collab with @httpjeon

read here | moodboard 

groovy || kth

↳ 1970’s au

↳ fluff, angst, smut, f2l, taehyung x childhood friend!reader

part one | part two || moodboard

bitchin’ || jjk

↳ 1980’s au

↳ smut, e2l, fake lovers/college au, frat boy!jungkook x reader

part one | part two || moodboard

novocaine || pjm

↳ 1990’s au

↳ smut, angst, exes au, punk!jimin x reader

read here | moodboard

barbie girl || knj

↳ early 2000’s au

↳ smut, pwp, football player!namjoon x cheerleader!reader

read here | moodboard

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Part 1 up and 2 is almost done now posted! ☆

I'm not sure if part one is even showing up in tags yet, but part two of The Reconnect is almost done. Gonna post tonight. I have way too many stories floating around in my head. Gotta get them out on paper, so to speak. 🙃

Update: Part 1 and 2 are both up! Gonna work on Part 3 tomorrow 📝

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The Reconnect (part 1)

Namjoon x Reader

Word count: 1462

No warnings I could think of.

I hope you enjoy it! ♡

It’s been nearly four years since the signal went out. In a world that had been becoming increasingly more connected, when the connection failed everything fell apart. Two weeks ago you arrived with your son at a gated campground that was now home to many survivors. You find yourself reconnected with someone you hoped, yet never imagined you would ever see again, and if the camp doesn’t find it beneficial to keep and support the two of you, you would be sent back on your way.

It was just after sunset and you found yourself wandering around the campground contemplating the events of the last two weeks. It took you over a year to get here. It was hard to stay anywhere for too long with a child so young. It left you without as much free time to pull your own weight and help the people who took you in, and so you moved from place to place never staying in the same place more than a few days.

It was even harder when you had to travel on foot. You had heard about this place from a few kind strangers that had helped you on your way. Word was that it’s safe, with clean water, and electricity, and there is work to be done. When you arrived, you found that they needed people with a past in the medical field. Since you had worked for an entertainment agency for a few years as a personal trainer and physical therapist, they were hoping you could prove valuable and gave you a two-week trial run.

You spent your days visiting sick kids, and the elderly, mostly. You had a decent stock of supplies to work with. Being on the outskirts of a large city made it easier for supply runs. There were more places to search for goods.

You were really starting to feel good about taking the risk to get here. Your nights were spent making sure your son, Jun, was settling in, then walking around the grounds in case someone might need you. You needed to secure your place here. To secure some semblance of a normal life for Jun until the reconnect was complete.

Radio transmissions, when they came through, said it could take a decade or so before life could be even a shadow of what it was before. This could be the best place to survive until then. You didn’t want to raise your son traveling from town to town anymore. It was destroying your last bits of hope.

You were about to head back to the temporary campsite where people stayed during their trial visit. You were sharing with two others, so you spent most of your time away, roaming the grounds like you were now. You liked to stay busy, keep your mind on the future. If you spent too much time thinking of the past you feared you’d slip into a state in which you couldn’t properly care for Jun.

The cool evening air felt good against your face as you paused for a second to admire the stars. Over the last couple of years, you never had time to enjoy such things. You were always focused on Jun and the road ahead. You smiled and started back on your way when all of a sudden you found yourself stopped dead in your tracks as you walked up to the bathhouse.

There was someone humming inside. A lot of people used the bathhouse at night, so it wasn’t the fear that stopped you, but the voice. You thought you were hearing things. You had to be hearing things. There was no way…right?

You quietly crept up to the door and listened carefully, afraid if you blinked or moved too fast you might find you were mistaken, and that your hopeful heart was imagining things.

You instantly realized you couldn’t be mistaken when you recognized the tune. It couldn’t be anyone else because the song had never been released. It had been a birthday present to you, gifted to you the last night you had seen him.

It had to be him. You stepped into the doorway and peeked inside. You leaned on the doorframe when you didn’t think your legs would hold you. His back was to you, but you would know his form anywhere.

Namjoon.

When you first started your job at his agency you had to spend a lot of time with him. He was often pulling muscles and hurting himself. You stayed late most nights to watch as he practiced after most of the other members went home. You were blown away by his dedication to his group and to his fans.

You joked with him that they were paying you extra to ensure that he didn’t hurt himself to the point he couldn’t go on tour. He humored you and let you sit and watch. He would ask for your opinions and he seemed to appreciate that you were honest with him and wouldn’t hold back when you had a less than positive opinion.

The other members started joking that he faked his injuries just to spend more time with you. He would only let you help him and allow only you into his work room when he was writing and recording. They had never been allowed to sit in while he wrote.

He quickly became your best friend. You were so proud of both him and the boys. Then the group’s popularity took off and they started doing longer tours. It was hard not seeing him as much, but you both had your jobs to do. After spending so much time apart, usually only getting a quick video chat here and there, you realized that he was more than your best friend.

You were in love with him. Though it took you a couple years before you would have the courage to tell him.

They were preparing for a tour when you got word from back home that you were needed to return and help your sister. She was left to care for her children alone after her husband passed away, and you wanted to help her get adjusted to her new life. Your plan was to help her then come back to Korea.

Back to him.

Your last night there was spent with him in his studio. You didn’t know how long you would be gone, so you decided to be honest and you told him how you felt. He was all dimples when you finished and played you a song he had written for you as a birthday gift. You both decided that when you returned you owed it to yourselves to give a relationship a shot. Impossible as your careers made it, you both deserved to give it a go.

It was a night you never forgot. You were both emotional, and nervous, and elated that you both felt the same way. It was something you both had wanted for quite some time, but you were both too afraid to put it into words. You were so close, and you didn’t want to wreck anything between the two of you. But the truth was out now.

You bared your souls to each other that night. You shared your hearts and your bodies. It was clumsy, and full of nervous laughter, slightly afraid someone would show up to use the studio, but it was perfect. It was real, and honest, and with the best friend you ever had.

You spent hours entwined there on the studio floor sharing stories, your hopes, and your fears. You wanted to take your time and fully explore each other’s bodies, but knowing the clock was running out, you both gave in to all the feelings and emotions you had been bottling up for so long.

You thought you would have time once you returned to make up for lost time. Neither of you could have known what would happen over the next few months that would change the course of life on the planet.

You always held hope in your heart that you would see him again. That he was still alive and well somewhere. His hair had grown long, and he had it twisted into a knot at the back of his head. He stood in front of a mirror with nothing but a pair of old worn out sweatpants on. He continued humming as he prepped his toothbrush and brushed his teeth, only stopping when he took a mouthful of water to rinse.

You picked up where he left off in the tune and realized your error when he choked on the water. He turned a little too quickly toward the doorway and he slipped on the water he spat out. He whacked the back of his head on the edge of the counter before he landed hard on his ass, yet he never once broke eye contact with you.

He held a hand to the back of his head, but you couldn’t tell if he was in pain or not because the look on his face was pure shock. He looked like he was trying to say something, but all he could do was stare until he could finally get out a quiet, “How?”