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Stop this was so cute

Monsta X reaction to finding out you’re pregnant.

Hyung line

A/N: l’m sorry this took so long, I know there aren’t really any excuses but I wasn’t really feeling inspired to write. I haven’t proof read this like usual and I’m very aware that there could be similarities between each member. I hope you guys like though and sorry I can’t put in a read more button.

Requested: Yes

Featuring: Shownu x Reader, Wonho x Reader, Minhyuk x Reader, Kihyun x Reader

Group: Monsta X

Genre: Fluff with a tad angst

Warnings: there’s probably swearing but I can’t remember

Masterlist

Maknae line

Shownu:

The bright light of the rising sun peered through the curtains of you and your husband, Shownu’s, apartment bedroom. Today was the day, the day you were going to tell the person you loved the most in this world that he was going to be dad. Surprisingly, you weren’t that scared, yeah this pregnancy wasn’t exactly planned but it was something both you and Shownu had always wanted.

Careful not to wake up your sleeping husband, you quietly slipped out of bed and made your way towards the kitchen. It took 45 minutes of hard work but as you stared at the coffee table covered in plates of your husband’s favourite breakfast foods, you couldn’t help but smile - especially when your eyes traced over the silver and white polka dot box in the middle. You had gone to the craft store specifically to pick out the perfect box along with the matching pastel yellow ribbon and tissue paper to go with it. You had been planning this since you had gone to the doctors and got the ultrasound pictures, you cried a lot that day, you nearly forgot that you had to tell Hyunwoo. The box was only small (just big enough for the photos and a pregnancy test), you had cushioned the inside with the tissue paper and tied the ribbon around the outside to create a perfect bow. You were ready.

“What are you smiling about?” A sleepy Hyunwoo rested his hand against the kitchen doorframe, still wiping the sleep from his eyes.

“Oh, nothing important.” You lied, walking over to your husband to plant a soft kiss on his cheek before going back to your smiley state. “I made breakfast.” You stated, signalling to the table with your hand.

“Woah, Y/N, this is crazy!” Hyunwoo’s eyes widened at the sight of food covering the coffee table before darting back to your face in shock. “You did all this?”

“Yep.” You nodded, placing your hands on your hips and smiling proudly at your accomplishments only to be squeezed into a tight hug. You didn’t get to spend mornings like this at home with Hyunwoo, he was normally at practise or touring so the fact that you were both here enjoying this moment was amazing - you being able to tell him you were pregnant was just a bonus.

After finally convincing Shownu to let you go, you made your way to the table, patting the chair in front of the table, indicating for your husband to sit down as to which he did.

“Aren’t you joining me?” Hyunwoo asked you as you leant against the wall instead of sitting down.

“Not yet, you just start and I’ll join soon.” You didn’t feel like making an excuse and instead just told him to eat, hoping he would notice the box soon so you could also tuck in.

Five minutes had passed and Shownu still hadn’t missed the somewhat obvious box that you had placed in the centre of the table. Fed up of waiting, you quietly coughed, causing your husband to look up at you, you then nudge your head to the side, tracing your eyes over the table to the neatly wrapped parcel. Hyunwoo’s eyes followed yours, widening when he saw what you were looking at. Almost cautiously, he reached out his arm, picking it up with a slightly confused look on his face.

“Y/N what is this?” Hyunwoo furrows his eyebrows at you, twisting the package around and admiring the decorations.

“It’s a surprise. Now come on, open it!” You can’t help but giggle excitedly as you watch Shownu fiddle to untie the neat bow on top. He slowly removes the lid, pulling back the layers of yellow tissue paper that you had placed on top. Hyunwoo’s whole body instantly freezes when he sees the white and blue stick buried between the yellow and next to the black and white photo. You watched, now more worried than excited, as your husband’s shaking hand reached into the box, pulling out the positive pregnancy test, time standing still as he did so.

The dense air was filled only with silence, Hyunwoo hadn’t looked up yet and you could feel your muscles tensing, you heart rate getting faster as each second passed until it was practically rattling your ribcage.

“Hyunwoo?” You voice was small, barely loud enough for even you to hear it, still, it caught Hyunwoo’s attention. His head slowly lifted, your eyes instantly scanning over his face to note some sort of reaction. His eyes were brimming with tears as they met yours, his lips were curved into a shocked but happy smile.

“I- I can’t believe I’m going to be a dad.” His lips quivered, overwhelming waves of joy washing over him as he spoke. Before you even had time to react, Hyunwoo had pushed himself from his chair, almost running towards you as he stretched out his arms, wrapping them around you tightly only to pick you up and spin you around excitedly. “Thank you.” Shownu whispered to you as he placed you back down on the floor, now resting his forehead against yours.

“For what?” you smiled back, your eyes gazing into his.

“For allowing me to be a dad, and with you.” The cute statement caused a small chuckle to leave your lips, in turn causing an even bigger smile to spread across your husband’s face. “We’re going to be great parents Y/N.”

“I know we are.” You replied back, your lips meeting Hyunwoo’s in a delicate kiss.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Wonho:

You were pacing around the living room, you had been doing this for nearly 40 minutes at this point. A hundred different thoughts were shooting through your mind, your heart beating at a worryingly fast rate. Occasionally however, you flustered state would be interrupted by an unpleasant feeling which you had become all to similar. You hurried yourself to the bathroom, throwing yourself to the ground as you emptied out the contents of your stomach into the toilet bowl. All you could do was groan in annoyance as you slowly rose from the spot on the ground you had flung yourself moments before. Of course, you were excited to be pregnant, it was just that the extreme sickness was taking a toll on your body, and the fact that you hadn’t told Wonho the news was causing you an unnecessary amount of anxiety. You watched yourself in the bathroom mirror as you washed and dried your face and hands, sighing deeply as you dragged your feet out into the hallway. What you didn’t expect was your heavy sigh to be matched with even heavier breaths from the other room.

You could feel all the worries and doubts once again filling your mind, you could feel your hands beginning to shake and your lips quiver. What about work? What would happen when you were both working and what about when he went on tour? What if you couldn’t manage work and having a child? What you you do then?

All you wanted was for Wonho to tell you it was going to be fine. To hug you tightly and tell you it would be ok. Unfortunately however he was in there and you were out here, far too scared to take another step.

You spent a good few minutes stood outside the living room door trying to calm your breath. Finally, with one last deep, albeit shaky sigh, you worked up the most courage you could and walked into the room where your boyfriend was. Instantly a startled Hoseok turned to face you, his eyes filled with tears, in his hands the ultrasound of your unborn child. You watched him as his eyes ran over your body, flicking between your face and stomach.

“Y/N y- you- you’re pregnant?” Hoseok stuttered out in disbelief, nodding his head up and down as if to convince you to answer yes.

“I- I’m pregnant.” You confirmed, matching your head bods to the man’s in front of you. There was still at least two metres between you and your boyfriend. Both of you too cautious to move, whilst you were scared he would be disappointed however, he was just scared that if he touched you, you might break.

Just like you, Hoseok’s head was instantly filled with anxiety about the future. What if he accidentally hurt the baby? They are so small and delicate, he would never forgive himself if he hurt it. What if the baby grew up to hate him? What if he never properly bonds with it because he’s always away? Just like you, his hands began to shake and his lips began to quiver.

“Hey, hey, why are you crying?” You quickly rush over and cup Hoseok’s cheek, wiping away the tears that had started to roll down his cheeks whilst gently hushing him.

“What if I’m not a good dad?” Hoseok’s voice trembled as he spoke.

“What do you mean ‘not a good dad’?” You questioned back, trying to hide the slight smile that had formed on your face - of course failing. “Hoseok, listen to me, you are going to be an amazing dad, our kid is going to love you so much, I can guarantee that, he will love you just as much as his mum loves you.” You continued to stroke Hoseok’s face, trying your hardest to comfort his silly worries.

“Wait- he?” Wonho’s eyes widened.

“Yes babe, he.” You once again nodded back, a gleaming smile spreading across your lips as you watched your boyfriend’s face go from one of worry to one of shock and finally one of excitement.

“I can’t believe it…” Hoseok whispered before suddenly grasping onto your waist, pulling you in tightly and now almost yelling, “Jagi! I’m having a son, we’re having son!”

“We are.“ You pulled back giggling, observing Hoseok’s face as the anxious tears flowing down his face turned to ones of happiness. Maybe you didn’t have to worry too much after all.

Minhyuk:

You had told Minhyuk to wait in the living room whilst you got the surprise. That surprise being an unnecessarily big helium balloon that read ‘We’re having a baby!’. It wasn’t the most exciting way of revealing your pregnancy but it was the most you way, it was cute, and besides you were way too nervous to come up with any other more inventive way. At the end of the white string that you had attached to the balloon, your fingers fumbled to tie the several pregnancy tests from earlier that week, along with the ultrasound from your doctor’s visit earlier that day. Despite your best efforts, you couldn’t stop your hands from nervously trembling making what should have been an easy task, seemingly impossible.

All your attention was concentrated on tying the last bow around the white and blue stick meaning that you were unable to notice the bedroom door open and close as an impatient Minhyuk walked in. You still hadn’t realised that Minhyuk had entered the room until you heard a unexpected gasp causing you to nearly jump out of your skin, turning around suddenly as your still shaking hands hastily hurried to hide the remaining tests in that you had been clutching. In you rushed state however, you had completely forgotten about the huge helium balloon that hovered above you, only remembering it was there as you followed Minhyuk’s eyes up to it. Hoping that he had somehow forgotten how to read, you quickly grasped onto it, attempting to hide its now definitely unnecessarily big size behind your back.

In all the commotion and your half fight with the balloon, you had failed to notice that your fiancé had gone completely silent. Instead of his excitable self, he was just stood there as if he was frozen in time, his mouth hanging wide in disbelief. You scanned his face worried, it was if all signs of life had left his body and he had become a statue. Unsure of what next to do, you decided to just stand there and stare, hoping that he would snap of his trance soon. Finally, after what seemed like minutes (but was probably only 30 seconds), Minhyuk’s eyes snapped to yours. And then to your stomach.

“We- I- You-” Each word tumbled out of Minhyuk’s mouth as he tried to find the right thing to say. “You- you’re p- pregnant?” He stuttered, jaw still wide open in shock.

“I’m pregnant.” You confirmed, nodding you head reassuringly as you stared at your blank faced fiancé.

“You’re pregnant.” Minhyuk repeated softly, stepping towards you as he reached a warm, comforting hand out to stroke your cheek, his touch delicate at first as if he may break you – or himself – before becoming more firm as he cupped your cheek lovingly. Throughout this entire process you had not once felt nervous, not until now. You nodded your head once again, only noticing the tears rolling down your heated cheek when Minhyuk let out a light chuckle, “those are happy tears right?”.

“Very happy tears.” Your voice quivered slightly as you spoke, god you were so happy. A wide grin spread across Minhyuk lips and you couldn’t help but smile with him as he snapped back into his hyper personality that you loved so dearly.

“Oh my god Y/N I can’t believe you’re pregnant!” He squealed, scrunching up his nose as he did so. The tears that were flowing just moments before had already stopped as you giggled at Minhyuk’s adorably happy face. Now this was the reaction you were expecting.

“How should we tell the other members?” Minhyuk continued kissing you between each question. “Do you think it’s a girl or boy? Ooh what clothes should it wear, they can come to dance practise with me when you’re at work!” Your eyes widened at the suggestion but your fiancé payed no attention, the millions of baby thought swirling round his mind in too much of an excited flurry for him to pay attention to anything else.

After what seemed like a million questions – only half of which you could answer – Minhyuk finished his rant. His arms wrapped around your waist, his cute grin still plastered on his face as he puled you closer.

“Damn Jagi, I love you so much!”

“I love you too Minhyukie.” You giggled back as he planted a sweet kiss on the tip of your nose.

Kihyun:

You grabbed your stomach, groaning as you looked over at your husband. It had two weeks of feeling like this, throwing up in the mornings, constant cravings for the weirdest of food combinations, major mood swings. What was even worse was that you had now missed your period so you couldn’t even blame the strange behaviour of your body on that.

“Ugh, I’m getting a bottle of wine.” You announced, pushing yourself up from the sofa and making your way towards the kitchen. Maybe getting drunk would get rid of all your problems – at least for one night. As you reached for the fridge handle however, you were abruptly stopped by what you could only assume was the hand from your husband, Kihyun, gently grasping at your forearm.

“Maybe that not the best idea.” You turned yourself to look at your husband, making sure to exaggerate your confusion in your face. Kihyun took your furrowed eyebrows and pouted lips as a suggestion to explain himself. “Hmph, let’s go sit down yeah? We need to talk.” Kihyun sighed, sliding is warm hand down your arm before interlocking his fingers in yours and pulling you back to the place you were originally seated. What you didn’t know was that whilst you were just passing off the unusual symptoms as a nasty bug, Kihyun was thinking something else. He had been speaking to the new parents of the group, Shownu and his wife, and they had come onto the topic of how she knew she was pregnant. After that conversation, Kihyun had just put everything together, the vomiting, cravings, mood swings. It all made sense! And when you told him how your period was late, that was the final clue – you were pregnant, and also apparently very clueless.

You plopped yourself back onto to the couch cushion, leaning back into the seat as you watched your husband settle himself into the chair opposite you. He was resting his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands together as he examined your still very much confused face.

“You really don’t know, do you?”

“I really don’t.” You shook your head. Kihyun let out a nervous sigh, his eyes meeting yours.

“I think you should take a pregnancy test.” He stated blatantly, the complete opposite of how you responded.

“You what?” You gasped, your eyes widening as they searched your husband’s face for a sign that he was joking. Nothing. “You- you’re serious?” He nodded in response, extending one of his hand and slowly rubbing your knee.

After what seemed like an eternity of Kihyun trying to convince you you were pregnant, you had both come to the conclusion that he would go to the convenience store on the corner of your street and buy as many differently branded pregnancy tests as he could. Kihyun rose from his seat giving you a loving smile and peck on the top of your head before putting his shoes and coat on and heading out the door. Whilst he was gone, you were able to digest everything he had just told you. In reality, he was right, and honestly, you don’t know why you were so unwilling to believe him, you had always wanted a child, maybe even a couple; this was something you and Kihyun had talked about and to be quite frank there was no better time to have a baby than now.

Ten minutes later and Kihyun had arrived home, placing the five pregnancy test boxes on the coffee table in front of you. You looked at them for a while before doing the only thing you could do at this point; you went to the bathroom and took the pregnancy tests.

It had been five minutes of anxious foot tapping and hand squeezes from Kihyun when finally the timer on your phone went off.

“I can’t look.” You stated as you glared at the pregnancy tests you had placed on the table in front of you only moments before.

“Do- do you want me to look?” All you could was nod your head vigorously as you watched Kihyun shuffle forward in his seat to look down on the sticks, his hand never letting go of yours. “The- they’re positive, all of them.”

You suddenly jolted up from your slumped position “Really?” your voice was more excited than you expected as you looked to your husband for further confirmation.

“Really.” A bright grin had now found its way across Kihyun’s rounded cheeks, the infectious grin spreading its way across your face as you and Kihyun gleamed at each other. Before anyone was able to say anything else, you had leapt from your seat, pulling Kihyun up with you and wrapping your arms around his neck. Cheery chuckles escaped Kihyun’s lips as he reciprocated your action – wrapping his arms around your waist – you stared at each other for a while before Kihyun planted a kiss on the top of your head.

“We’re going to be parents Y/N.” Kihyun whispered softly, continuing to pepper the top of your forehead with delicate kisses as he did so.

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Costume - (Jooheon x Reader)

Tumblr Request: Jooheon fluff where Y/N doesn't feel comfortable in their feminine clothes and Jooheon notices.

I'm SO SORRY this has taken some long, lovey! I hope this is okay for you!

1133 Words

I hated this. So much. It was Valentine's Day, and I really wanted to put myself out there for Jooheon. Wear a cute dress and an even sexier nightgown later on in the night. I put the dress on and suddenly it was Halloween. I wasn't wearing some date night dress. I was wearing someone's slutty Halloween costume. I didn't feel sexy, and I felt way too girly. I can handle maybe shorts and a shirt. This dress? I hated it. But anything for Jooheon tonight.

We were going to a dinner tonight, I just had to wait for Jooheon to show up. He'd left a few outfits in my closet for whenever he ended up falling asleep and spending the night inadvertently. I found myself looking at them, reconsidering my outfit. It was my Valentine's Day too. I deserved to feel at least comfortable.

Then he knocked on the door.

I sighed, heading to the front door. I wanted nothing more than to hide, but I had to put my game face on. "Happy Valentine's Day beauti-" his jaw dropped as he took in the sight of you. "Holy shit... you look absolutely stunning tonight." I thought I had said thank you, but I guess my mouth couldn't move. "Hello?" He asked.

"Oh," I chuckled a bit. "Sorry, I was too busy falling in love with you all over again." That was smooth. Like real smooth... like cha-cha real smooth. I was honestly proud of it.

Jooheon's dimple made itself known as he looked down, shyly. "You're adorable. Ready to go?"

My body followed him to the car, but my mind was elsewhere. I kept tugging at the hem of my dress. The entire ride down to the restaurant, I ended up pulling a string from the bottom of my dress, unraveling part of it. Fuck.

On the way home, Jooheon sighed heavily. He noticed I had been upset. "What's wrong? You were quiet throughout dinner."

I shook my head. “I’ll tell you later.” I sighed, tired of this shit bothering me. He’d love me, right? It’s just clothes... he wouldn’t leave me over this, right?

After we got home, I decided to put every thought of mine to the side. I chose to put on that sexy nightgown anyway. The one that showed my figure off perfectly. With no cover. It was no big deal, right?

Jooheon sat on the edge of my bed while he waited for me. When I came out of the bathroom, his eyes lit up, but not as much as I wanted them to. I’d probably worried him. “Dear God... He made you perfect for me, huh?” He chuckled, pulling me on top of his lap. “See, you fit right there, perfectly.”

The kissing got hot and heavy. But when he grabbed my hips, I jumped, smacking his hands away from me. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry... I didn’t mean to do that!” I freaked out, hugging him tightly.

Jooheon sighed, pulling me away from his body. “What’s bothering you, baby? Y/N, you can tell me anything.”

I sighed, crying softly. “I can’t tell you this... you’ll leave me.” I was terrified of this.

“Unless you’ve cheated on me or murdered someone undeserving,” he chuckled, “I can’t leave you. Come on, talk to me.” He kisses my cheek. I looked him in the eye and I couldn’t speak. I was frozen. “Okay, want me to guess?” He did that whenever things got too hard for me to explain. The way he took time to learn me, it spoke volumes about him. And I didn’t want to lose that with this. “You’ve been iffy about your outfit all night. I think it looked good on you, but you didn’t like it, did you?” He asked. I shook my head. “Was it just Valentine’s Day? Something for me?” I nodded, sniffling a bit. “Baby girl, I’m gonna love whatever you put on. You could wear a trash bag and I would still find you amazing.”

I shook my head. “It’s so much more than just that. But please, keep guessing...”

Jooheon thought for a second. “Tonight, you don’t really want me to touch your hips the way I normally do. Is it something about your body?” I nodded. “You’ve been... abnormally girly today.” He was close and it terrified me the longer it took for him to figure it out. But I couldn’t speak, so I guess I was just fucked, huh? “Do you... not like your clothes? Because they’re girly? Feminine?” I hesitated before nodding, tears streaming faster than I could even attempt to hold them back. He was going to leave me.

“I-I don’t feel like a girl,” I admitted. “But I don’t feel like a boy either. I feel just wrong. Something doesn’t work.” Jooheon sat me off to his side, going to the closet.

I was confused for a second. He took out his bag and I just hid my face. I just knew he was packing his shit up. Instead, I felt a pair of his gym shorts and a sweatshirt of his get tossed my way. “Go change. I’ll change here while I wait for you.” I nodded, heading to the bathroom.

After I took off that damn costume and put on his clothes, I felt a weight lift from me. And I guess I’d been taking joy in that feeling of relief too long. Jooheon knocked on the door. “Are you okay?” He asked.

I unlocked the door, wiping my eyes. “I’m perfect,” I mumbled, smiling widely. Jooheon came in, holding me tightly around my waist.

“You look happier than I’ve seen in a while, love.” He kissed my forehead. “You’re my significant other. My love. Is there anything you’d want me to call you? And am I safe to assume that you’re gonna go by they/them?” He asked, placing kisses on my cheek. I smiled, telling him the name I’d thought over in my head for a while. “I love that, that’s astonishing.” He smiled widely, loving my smile. “So, what about pet names?”

I giggled a bit, holding his arms around me tighter than before. “Uhm, I like baby still. I don’t care for baby girl, or boy for that matter. Honey, love, sweetheart... as long as it doesn’t follow with a gender for right now? I’m fine.” Jooheon thought for a second before gasping.

“Bee,” he giggled softly. “Can I call you my little honey bee?”

I turned around to hug him properly. “You most definitely can.” I smiled. “Now that this is out of the way, can we go watch a cheesy romcom?”

Jooheon playfully groaned. “Fineeeee. Anything for my honey bee.” I was so blessed to have him as my lover.

#monsta x #monsta x jooheon #jooheon fluff #lee jooheon #jooheon #monsta x fluff #kpop fluff #kpop requests #monsta x requests #monsta x scenarios

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my opinion: nct dream’s recent situation (29 jul 2019)

what i’ve seen recently is absolutely hysterical regarding nct dream and they 100000% deserve better treatment from sm.

how dare sm entertainment hire managers who take care of themselves before the idols they are managing?

if you didn’t already know, nct dream’s renjun was left in a shocking state after his seat on the minibus was taken by a manager, and he was left in the rain, without any umbrella or shelter, calling for a means of transport. the fact that the manager was thinking abt themselves is disgusting and nct dream deserve better.

second thing is — the harassment situation with nct dream’s jeno and one of their managers. to be standing next to jeno when you’re supposed to be behind or in front of the idols and guarding them from any dangerous situations is laughable. and to sit next to him on the minibus, a rumour being she took renjun’s seat is disgusting. and to harass him sexually is NEVER OKAY, seeing that he has asked for fans to not treat him sexually.

this isn’t normal behaviour as a manager and i hope she doesn’t keep on managing these teenagers.

( credits all due to photo owners )

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All Over Again - Changkyun

REQUEST: hi, well can I request a angst to fluff with Changkyun ? Maybe something about y/n breaking up with him because of things that he said during an argument but then he apologize and even tho y/n didnt forgive him completely she/he gives him another chance

Hi lovely! I hope I did this justice for you! Thank you for being my first tumblr requester! TW: self harm

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He had only today to get his shit out before I threw it out in my front yard. And I have sprinklers so he should probably hurry up. The things he said to me were so out of line, and they hit me in my insecurities. It was unfair and unnecessary to the argument. It started off extremely petty.

"Why are you wearing that out?" He asked. It was a simple shorts and crop top, nothing extremely out of line? Regardless, I was gonna wear whatever I liked.

I chuckled softly, "Kyunnie, relax. It's not tits out, it's just a crop tee and a pair of shorts. It's humid outside right now."

He sighed softly. "Okay but can't you survive in leggings?" What the hell was his deal?

"No, I can survive in my crop tee and a pair of shorts." I shrugged, pulling my hair up. "Can you survive off of my dick please?"

Changkyun actually rolled his damn eyes at me. "Literally no one wants to see all of that. That's all for me anyway." And that is where he royally fucked up. I froze, and he didn't notice that.

My weight was always my biggest trigger. And he always talked to me and looked at me as if it wasn't there. Never did he ever talk to me like that. I didn't know what his problem was but it was highly disrespectful. I've pinched my skin between my fingers and wished to cut off some pieces with scissors. The way those words so easily fell from his mouth... they hurt. "I'll be right back," I whispered, pushing past him to go change.

Sweatpants and a sweatshirt. Just plain grey and black. Nothing that looked like I was going out at all. I put on glasses, going for a little bit nerd to try to add something cute to the new ensemble. Those eight little words obliterated the entirety of my self esteem. When I came out of my room, I handed Changkyun my house keys. "See you when you fucking get back."

He was confused. "What? You're not going? Just because I asked you to change?" Was he dumb or just stupid?

I rolled my eyes, blinking back tears. "No, I don't want to go out with the guys anymore." I headed to the kitchen. I stress cooked, rarely stressed ate anymore. But I sure could whip up a whole dinner when I was stressed.

"We can just eat here." He noticed what I was about to. "I'll call it off."

I slammed a plate down on the counter, accidentally shattering it. "No! For fuck's sake, go out!" I grabbed my keys back. "On second thought, give me these back. I'll let you in, just fucking call me." I threw the keys in the counter before breaking down into tears.

It was silent for a little bit. "What's wrong, baby?" He asked. "Let's sit down and talk."

I shook my head. "No, go." I didn't want to talk.

"Tell me what's wrong!" He snapped.

I glared at him. "The fuck is your issue tonight?" I yelled back. "Getting snappy with me, telling me 'no one wants to see all that' when you know goddamn fucking well that shit hurts me to hear, acting like you can tell me I should change for what? What, did Wonho express a secret crush on me? Did Kihyun confess his undying love for me? What the actual fuck has been your problem tonight?" I turned back to the broken plate, throwing away the chunks, watching my step for any broken shards on the floor.

He fell silent, realizing how he'd been acting tonight. "Y/N," he mumbled. "Please, let's talk. It's all my fault." I bet he felt really stupid by now.

"Since you at least realize that, I guess there's no reason to talk then, huh?" He tried to take my hand, but I snatched it away. "Changkyun, I want you gone tonight. I want you to leave. I don't want to fucking see you. Leave. And I want your shit out within the week." I looked up to see him with tears in his eyes. "Don't start crying. I refuse to harbor anyone who can so easily make me feel like shit. You have something, someone so fragile in your hands and you threw it to the ground. You just fucked up years of shit I've tried to work on and get past in eight words! The one person I trusted completely to never speak to me like that. You absolutely destroyed my heart with those eight words. And if you didn't think any of that through, that's just your own fault. I want you out." He left without saying another word and it kind of hurt more. I didn't know he'd really leave.

That was about three weeks ago. I was being nice enough to keep his stuff. When the doorbell rang, I opened the door, avoiding eye contact. "Everything is upstairs." I sighed softly.

"No, I want to talk first." Changkyun said, sitting down. I rolled my eyes sitting down on the couch. "Listen, baby, I am so sorry. I don't know what was wrong with me that night, I was stressed, there were so many things out of my control."

I scoffed. "So, you thought you could control your partner? What the fuck is that?" He sighed, trying to right his wrongs.

He shook his head. "No, I just got angry and wanted a say in something and I am so sorry. That is where I shouldn't have ever used that. I am sick without you, I love you so much and I never meant to hurt you like this." I didn't forgive him. Not yet.

"Do you understand how hurt I was?" I asked, tears coming to my eyes. I lifted my basketball shorts up a bit and his eyes widened, tears coming to his eyes as well. "This isn't a guilt trip in any way, I'm sure you feel plenty guilty by yourself. It hurt me so much. I love you and I hoped you loved me enough to not see what I saw. I saw pudginess, unattractiveness. What I saw was not good enough for you. I felt that pain, shame and disgust all over again, Changkyun. You know how long it's been since the last time I ever picked up something. And this time I couldn't call you to stop me. I want to completely change the person I tried to finally accept because of that. Because the one person who I thought would love me unconditionally didn't." I said my piece, ready for that to just be it.

But alas, it wasn't. "You're not the only one... I got so angry and had no way to explode. It's only a few but that's not the point.” I bit my lip, sitting up to listen to him. “I love you and I never meant to hurt you like that. I love you. I want to come back. Please, I will do anything.” He walked closer to me. “I’ll sleep on the couch, I’ll sleep on the floor.” With tears streaming down his face, he kneeled to the ground and took my hand. “I want you back. I’m on my knees here, baby. Y/N, baby please. I love you.”

I sighed, wiping my own tears. “I don’t forgive you yet, but you can come back. But don’t you ever talk to me like that again, Changkyun.” He stood up, offering me to stand up.

I took his hand and he pulled me up into a kiss. “I promise, I promise you. It’ll never happen again,” he sighed softly, holding me tightly.

“Okay,” I smiled. “Now, let’s go make up for some lost time.” He chuckled softly, wiping his tears before effortlessly picking me up and taking me upstairs.

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monbooboo-the-fool · 5 years

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CLARIFCATIONS ON WHY I FELT THE NEED TO POST

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monbooboo-the-fool · 5 years

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I WILL NEVER WRITE SMUT FOR JENO

I don’t stan NCT (all units) enough for smut ANYWAY, but I will absolutely NEVER write smut of NCT Dream’s Jeno. What this manager’s got coming to light is disgusting and for him to have asked people not to think of him sexually in the first place??

I don’t care how good your writing is, I don’t care how your following is, I don’t care if he is your bias. If you write smut for Jeno, if you accept requests for smut for Jeno, I will not have much respect for you.

What Happened: Their Manager has apparently made sexual comments about him and treated him in a sexual manner, fansites talked about how she couldn’t control her touching of him. Whether or not that’s true, needs to be confirmed and I am not sure if it’s 100% true, but whether she’s been sexually predatory or not, he’s asked to not be thought of sexually.

TL;DR I will NEVER write smut for Jeno and I urge people to do the same.

EDIT: it was brought to my attention that the only underaged member is Jisung. I apologize for misspeaking on that part. Last I heard, everyone was underage. So I apologize for not fact checking that much. However, my point still stands for Jeno and i still want everyone to acknowledge that while these aren’t 100% confirmed, this issue is still a problem in the industry. As well as just respecting Jeno as he asked not to be thought of sexually.

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Could you write a fic for kihyun based on the "I came to this party in which I don’t know anyone with my friend and oh shit I lost her, wait you lost your friend too? Let’s look for them together…and it turns out our friends are making out with each other, this is awkward ’ au? btw your fics are amazing 💗

A/N - first of all, thank you so much for enjoying my writings :) i really like this one, so a second thank you for the request ! my excuses if you find any spelling errors, it's late and my thumbs gave up on me halfway through.. smooches from cupid 💕

party perfidy

your friend dragged you by the wrist to the front door, almost making you trip on those high ass heels. sure, they made your legs look smoking hot, but that didn't help the pain. she dolled you up in a little black dress, those devilish heels, and some makeup: a neutral eye with a deep, wine red lip.

"please- i don't want to go..!" you whined, kicking off the heels so you stood sturdier, grinding your feet in the floor of the hallway. "come on..! why not? it's gonna be fun!" she said, letting go of your wrist and slumping down. "i told you a million times. i don't know anybody besides you." you said, placing your hands on your hips and leaning against the wall. "but i'll be by your side the entire night..! give one more valid reason."

there was a short silence before she touched up her lipgloss. "if you don't come along i will.. text your crush and confess for you."

"you did not-"

"oh yes, i did. now put those heels back on and prance! i didn't spend an hour making you all pretty for you to stay at home and watch netflix all evening."

that's how you ended up at this smelly party. you already got one beer spilled over your leg, making it look like piss was dripping down, and some strangers laughed at it. to be fair, it wasn't as bad as you thought it would be if your friend was by your side. but when she suddenly was nowhere to be found, the anxiety kicked in.

you called her multiple times, but she wouldn't pick up. asking for help was too intimidating as everybody either towered over you, or they were pretty much bo- dybuilders. you stumbled through the rooms of this big ass house, but to no avail. you were clearly not paying attention to your surroundings, as a boy crashed into you. he had the same distraught expression as you.

"fuck, i'm sorry.." you said as you two met eyes. 'holy shit' you thought, feeling a blush cover your cheeks. 'it's the crush. yoo fucking kihyun.' he smiled a little, asking why you were okay before smiling and sighing in a relieved way. he then questioned why you looked so upset and worried, head tilted to the side.

"i- i lost my friend. did you maybe see her? she's uh.. average height, wears heels and a short dress" you mumbled. he looked around before chuckling and looking back at you. "well, there's a lot of those girls here, miss, including you"

you chuckled and stared at your feet before he striked up a conversation. "first of all, i'm kihyun" he said, holding out his hand. "y/n" you simply said, happily shaking his hand. "so i assume you attend this college too? what year?"

you nodded and held up your index finger. "year one" you said softly, making his eyebrow raise. "really? i thought you were in my year.. i'm a junior, which means third year!" you almost choked on your drink. he wore his age really well.. he still looked like he was around 19 or 20.

after chatting for a bit, kihyun got straight to the point: "alright, so.. i lost my friend as well, so i'm hoping maybe you saw him..? or if you want we can look for them together?". the latter sounded better to you, so you nodded and smiled.

"yeah, let's search together!"

after even more of fun banter, you went on the hunt. trying to find a human in a crowd of other humans wasn't as easy as it sounded, and you gave up rather quickly. "wait a sec, y/n..." he said, grabbing your arm right when you wanted to sit down with a heavy sigh. "we still haven't checked the worst room of them all." he said dramatically. "the king's throne hall... the bathroom."

you couldn't help but chuckle before he led you to the stairs, giving you the honours of going up first. "okay, so the bathroom's here.." he said, patting the door softly, before sighing. "so should we knock or just open the do-" he asked, but you already pushed down the door handle. to your horror, both of your friends were lying in the bathtub, working on kisses and more undressing. his shirt off, and her dress pushed up.

"are you kidding me? you literally left me for some douchebag?" you angrily said, unconciously raising your voice. "did you just call my best friend a douchebag?" kihyun groaned, stomping your arm.

"nevermind, i'm leaving.." you mumbled, slamming the door shut and heading for the exit. you sat down on a bench in the front yard, moping to yourself about how it was a bad idea to go to this stupid party in the first place. within seconds, kihyun joined you and sighed.

there was an awkward silent for a while, filled with blown raspberries and sighs.

"we're gonna need some eye bleach, don't you think?" he started, trying to lighten the air, but failing miserably. the silence continued, but you felt less and less alone with the second.

"she drove you here, huh?" he asked, and you silently nodded.

"and you don't know how to drive, huh?"

another nod.

"well, if you really wanna go home... i haven't had a drop of alcohol and if you want me to i can-.. drive you home?" he suggested, jingling his car keys in front of your face. you stared at him for a hot second to try and see if he was kidding, and he seemed to be genuine.

"are you sure? i live quite a while away"

"only more reasons to bring you back home. you're wearing a super short dress, and it's dark outside. if anything happens to you, i'll blame myself for it, and that's not happening." he stated, keys firmly in hand as you allowed him to walk you to his car.

you expected the ride to be fun, but it was.. okay. nothing like in the movies, it was really simple; you telling him where to go, and him humming along to the music with some chatter every now and then. "you can park here.." you said softly, pointing at an empty spot.

"thanks for the ride, kihyun. i guess i'll see you in the school halls this week, so.. until then!" you say, waving him off before entering your house.

after the front door closes, you collapse against the wall. you did not just spend an evening with yoo kihyun- well, it actually happened but you get the point. only now your heart started to pound so hard you felt it in your neck, leaving a radiant smile on your face.

god, you were in love with him.

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