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Who’s Crushing on the New Manager? [4]

Monsta X

Yoo Kihyun/Reader [F]

Words: 3.6k

Genre: Fluff

Others: Intro / Shownu / Wonho / Minhyuk / Kihyun / Hyungwon / Jooheon / IM

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“I’m Y/N, I’ll be in your care.”

Her voice was just as soft and warm as her smile. It didn’t take much, but those few seconds. He already knew that that soft fluttering in his stomach was none other than a small crush, ready to blossom into so much more.

Kihyun shamelessly stared at you as you spoke a bit more to the official standing next to you. He watched as you spoke with your hands, waving them about and how you shifted on your feet when your got uncomfortable with a certain position. Even how the fallen strands of your long locks you didn’t catch into your hair tie clung your neck.

You exchanged a few words with the official before he took his leave and you looked to Kihyun. You were met with his arms crossed over his chest as you, slouching a tad to the left, supporting his uneven weight on his leg. The smirk on his face complimented his eyes, but you were left in a state of confusion before he just took in a breath and huffed.

“Well, I oughta show you the way to the rest of the group, yeah?” You offered him your own friendly smile, excited to be working with them. You had heard good things about them, but you were a bit nervous.

“Please do. I just hope I can keep up with all your energy.” He turned and nodded his head in the direction you would be heading in.

“I think you’ll be just fine. Don’t worry about it. They’re all pretty obedient when a pretty lady asks them to behave.” You rolled your eyes playful at him.

“What about a manager who isn’t the prettiest girl out here, huh? Will They still listen to her?” Kihyun exaggerated and looked around, even above your head as he squinted.

“Manager? Not pretty? Hmm, I don’t think I can see one.” You just scoffed at his little play and just continued on the way to the boys. He didn’t tell you about them, or what they were doing in the studio today, but he had a feeling things were probably a little less than mature at the current moment. He didn’t wait in opening the door before Jooheon burst through the doorway, immediately grabbing you- the closest person to him- and hiding behind you by instinct.

Kihyun jumped and huffed as he peered around the corner and peeked inside to see what else was going on. The noise was enough indication that it was something like he originally predicted.

Chankyun was in a corner, just screaming? For no reason? Minhyuk was running around, chasing Jooheon for God knows why, which resulted in where he was now. Hyungwon was sitting on the couch, seemingly normal, until you notice the lump that is under his rear was most definitely not the couch, but Wonho’s back. The younger boy pushing the older into the cushions. Shownu himself looking glum as rested his head on the table; seemingly done with his team of children he had no control over at the moment.

Kihyun let out another huff as he looked back at you. Jooheon had his hands on each of your shoulders, hiding behind you and using you to shield himself from Minhyuk who had rushed out the door and noticed him behind you. He glared at the two and how they weren’t noticing the way your eyes blew open with confusion. Along with the dizziness beginning to cloud them with Jooheon moving you too and fro so rapidly to avoid Minhyuk.

He was going to step in, maybe hit Minhyuk on the back of the head, but you acted quicker. Minhyuk had lunged for your side, rather for Jooheon’s side, but you just grabbed Jooheon’s arm and whipped him around the opposite direction of Minhyuk, and watched as Minhyuk fell on the ground, no force to stop him. Then you proceeded to bend down, grab his ear and, with his squeaks and whines, force him back into the room.

Jooheon had stepped away from you, backing up towards Kihyun, afraid of what might happen should he do anything as the sound in the room turned to silence; other than Minhyuk’s squawks from the hold you had on his ear that is. You looked around and huffed, placing your free hand on your hips.

“Someone wanna come and take their child back before he loses his ear?” Shownu jumped up and grabbed his arm, pulling him away from you as the man pouted and rubbed his red ear. You clapped your hands together and motioned to the boys still in the hall inside. Jooheon tiptoed inside still a bit scared, but relaxed after a soft smile from you. Kihyun just kept biting back his smirk he could feel in his cheeks.

The others came and joined the group as Changkyun hung on Shownu’s opposite shoulder and looked at Minhyuk, still pouting. He smiled and whistled in an impressive tone before looking at you.

“I’m surprised you managed to rope him in. He’s a rowdy one.” You put a proud smile on your face, crossing your arms under your chest.

“I have to be able to do this much at least, or else I can’t really call myself your manager now can I?” Changkyun erupted into a fit of laughter now as Shownu slightly pushed at the back of Minhyuk’s head, telling him he should at least apologize. Jooheon felt like he should too, seeing as he decided to use the closest person as a shield, that person being you, without permission or forewarning. But you denied the action.

“No, no, it’s fine. It’s nice to be able to test my skills and reflexes. It’ll make certain that I’m not getting rusty.” You jolted slightly as you felt a sudden hand on your head. You looked up before you looked at your side, seeing Kihyun rub your head. Peering at you.

“See? I told you, you’ll be just fine.” You shrugged. And so, the life of your manager days begun.

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It hadn’t been more than 4 months when you had suddenly started avoiding Kihyun. Avoiding him was difficult and he found it amusing at first. Watching you become startled when he entered the same room as you, or if it was just him and you, you’d make some rushed excuse to leave. He’d watch you fumble with your things in your hands or stumble with your quick strides to leave in a pace that was sped up, but hopefully not too obvious to the naked eye.

But, as time ran on, you kept up with your little avoidance game. And like your quicken strides, his patience with you, along with his once present entertainment, was running thin. He was quickly becoming annoyed. His negative attitudes became apparent to the others when he would come back to the dorms and unceremoniously flop onto the couch, or waltz to his room to have an angry mumble session.

He didn’t exactly hide the shameless stares and little actions towards you, and probably anyone who knew you two could tell he likes you. But, even if you caught his gazes or noticed his small actions, you seemed to brush it off as his personality. He wasn’t like Minhyuk and able to show his full affection towards someone, but he wasn’t like Shownu who was reserved and only acted om such deep feelings when pushed into a corner.

He was comfortable with giving you small hints, but those hints could be played off in a way that didn’t seem serious. He wasn’t some playboy who only wants you for your body, or only looks at your for your face and how its perfection shines through, with or without makeup. He wanted you; the whole package.

Your body, no matter how it may change in time, your skin with or without acne or the stretch marks you use to complain to him about. Your personality, your witty jokes, your ability to flawlessly pull out your cute side and commit genocide from your adorable side. He wanted you.

His actions may seem immature and non-serious to any unfamiliar bystander, but his members and himself knew just how serious about you he was.

So, not only was he annoyed at your avoidance game, but he was slowly becoming more and more confused and hurt by it. He didn’t want you to hate him or avoid him anymore. It would literally make him sick if you told him you didn’t like him. He’d stop staring if you wanted him to, he’d stop touching your hands or rubbing your arms or slinging his arm over your shoulders when you visited the dorms. He’d stop, if only you told him you didn’t like it. He didn’t want to push you away, but all he seems to be doing is just that.

He had left the dorm one night, not being able to sleep. He had to go for a walk to clear his head, his negative thoughts eating him alive. You’d be with them on set tomorrow for a photoshoot, so you’d be with them and encouraging them and looking over photos with them. So maybe, he could talk to you tomorrow.

He grabbed a jacket and put it over his white shirt and with his sweats and sneakers, he was out. Mask over his nose and mouth kept the nighttime particles of fine-dust out of his system, for the most part, and he had stopped for a coffee. Caffeine may not be wise when you need sleep, but whatever. It still wasn’t too late, only 10, and the effects would wear off soon enough.

Somehow though, something happened that he didn’t expect. He was leaning against a random wall on some empty street, just browsing around with his eyes as he sipped at his coffee, mask moved to hang on his right ear. He watched as the dim lights from the parking garage across the street from him would flicker with poor battery usage of the area and then watched the lights from the windows of the apartment building, the garage belonged to, turn off and on.

He watched as a car came down the road, slowed and turned into the garage, but he managed to catch a glimpse of the driver thanks to the street light and without taking a moment to think about it, followed the car with his eyes as he crossed the street and followed it in. He watched the car park and went to the passenger side of the car before he peered inside.

This may be a bit odd, creepy to some random bypasser, but you were in the driver’s seat. You were rummaging around in your purse before you got out of your car and started moving to the passenger side. Kihyun ducked his small body and moved to the right where he hid behind the other side of the car, out of view. You had opened the door and got in, looking for something under the seat.

Kihyun acted on impulse. He had quickly stood up, while your head was down, and opened the unlocked drivers side door and got it. You didn’t notice the dip in the car from your own movement and nearly had a heart attack when you heard the drivers side door shut. You knew you shut the door, so why did it just shut again?

Looking up, ready to be met with some masked killer or something, you still jumped and nearly threw your clutch bag at the face of Kihyun, casually putting his half drank coffee in your cup holder. You huffed out, annoyed and forgetting the fact that you had been avoiding him, just to chew him out.

“Yoo Kihyun! What the hell, you nearly gave me a heart attack! Why are you in my car? Where did you even come from?” He only rolled his eyes and reached across you, pushing you back into the seat and shut your door, pushing the lock down into the door where it couldn’t be pulled back up. He had briefly remembered you tell him about how the lock function on your passenger side door was screwed up, so he’d use that to his advantage.

He moved back to sit in the driver’s seat and press the lock to make sure all other doors and even the windows were locked. You weren’t going anywhere without giving him answers. He finally looked back up at you, watching as your glare was an impatient and annoyed one. It was strange to feel relief in a gaze that was directed negatively at him.

“We seriously need to talk.” With the sound of his voice resonating in the small space of the car, you finally realized your predicament. You were trapped, and with no way out because of your shitty car not being able to function like a car should. You were just happy he didn’t reach over and put your seat belt on too. You turned your head around so you didn’t look at him, effectively avoiding the glare he pierced into the back of your head.

“Y/N.” You didn’t even turn around at the lack of honorifics, much less the higher power tone he used when he was angry. You just shuddered, not wanting to be in this situation and swallowed the lump in your throat that’s been there for months now.

“Kihyun.” You fought back, gaze still averted.

“We need to talk.” You shook your head.

“No. No we don’t.” You raised your finger at him, still not looking. “Besides, you have a photoshoot tomorrow. You should be at the dorm. Sleeping.” He clicked his tongue as you felt the car jerk. Next thing you knew, your chin had been grasped and you were being forced to look at Kihyun. He was leaned over the middle compartment between the passenger and driver seat, his knee in his seat for leverage and his other free hand on the door to your side for balance.

“Why the hell are you acting like I’m enemy #1? Seriously, I haven’t properly talked to you in weeks and tonight is the most you’ve said to me lately. What did I even do?” You didn’t know how to answer. He didn’t know what he did, it was obvious because you wouldn’t tell him.

You wouldn’t tell him how his stares and actions affected you, but not in a bad way. They’d make you flush, become embarrassed, flustered- you felt like a highschool girl even though you had graduated long ago. You had always thought that being his manager, Kihyun wasn’t an option for you romantically speaking. Even if you weren’t working with him, as a stand alone woman, you always thought he was way out of your league. You’d be lucky to spare a glance at him on the streets as a normal woman.

Kihyun felt as your face warmed in his palm and your cheeks flushed. Your mouth hung open just a bit as you breathed and your eyes were rapidly moving to and fro, wider than they would normally be if they were relaxed. Now he had a suspicion. Could you possibly…?

“Y/N, I need to ask you something.” You just blinked. “For that I need you to look at me.” You hesitantly moved your eyes to look at him, but felt like if you held it for too long, you’d burst into tears. He was beautiful to look at, too beautiful, and you hadn’t properly looked at him for so long. With this situation, it was all so frustrating.

What's the point of having a heart to keep you alive if all it does is thud unevenly, in constant, random patterns, when you look at one man? Like, it felt like you were going to die, but no, you were just overwhelmed by the emotions that that stupid organ pumped into your brain.

“Do you like me?” Your eyes blew wide and you jerked back instinctively. Your head hit the plastic frame of your window with enough power to make the car waddle. You winced as Kihyun gasped at the sound and you cradled your head. He jumped out of the car, unlocking the doors first, and ran to your side and opened your door, catching your body that fell out of it backwards. Your legs hung in the seat as your back was against his chest, he himself kneeling on the concrete ground of the parking garage.

“Are you okay?!” You just nodded, still wincing. Kihyun reached into the car and grabbed your clutch before lifting you out of the car and to your feet, using him as a crutch of sorts. He had known your floor and room number so with the travel to the elevator to your living room, he just looked at you as you would rub at your head.

As you sat on your couch, the pain had dulled to an annoying pain and you knew it would be gone in a while, but the headache you’d probably wake up with would be annoying. You felt the cushion beside you dip as the sudden feeling of coldness was pressed on the back of your head. You jumped slightly, looking to see Kihyun, hands up in defense.

“Sorry! I have ice,” he showed the small ice pack wrapped in a thin towel to you. “See? It’ll help.” You just nodded at him as he put it back on your head. You sighed after a moment, both in content and at the fact you finally were convincing yourself to give Kihyun answers. Maybe it was your scrambled head that pushed you to it, who knows.

“You really want to know?” He furrowed his brow at your sudden question, but after some thought he knew you were asking about his question from earlier, before you decided to hit your head. He nodded, but noticed your closed eyes.

“Yeah, I do.” He took in a breath quickly before adding on. “Look, I’m sorry if you don’t like me staring at you, or touching you or whatever. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings or make you dislike me, but I couldn’t even apologize before. You wouldn’t even stay in the same room as me for more than a few seconds.” He watched you sigh.

“Sorry, I was just acting immature.” You reached up and took the ice pack from him and held it yourself. He retracted his hand and looked at you, sitting sideways on the couch, one leg folded on the cushions the other hanging and touching the ground. “I didn't know how to act around you because of how I felt. Sorry if you thought I hated you, I don’t.” You snickered at yourself, “I really don’t.”

“So… you really do like me?” You scoffed again at yourself.

“Oh, do I. It’s pretty ridiculous if you ask me, I think I like you too much.”

“So, if I asked you to be my girlfriend, you’d say yes?” You looked at him, your eyes narrowing a bit. If this was his version of teasing, you would hit his head with enough force he’d need the ice pack.

“Kihyun-”

“I’m serious. I promise.” His tone was one of complete truth, he really was serious and he wasn’t lying to you. “I really, really like you Y/N. I have for months and I though you hated me. God, why did you send so many mixed signals?!” You saw his cheeks warm and you smiled a bit at him. He hadn’t seen you smiled at him in so long. He held out his hand and you looked at it. “Gimme the ice pack.” You hesitantly did so as he grabbed it then told you to turn around.

“Uh, why?”

“Just trust me, okay?” You did as he said, still skeptical and turned your back to him. You felt him move a bit before the cold of your head was replaced by something soft and warm. Before you could question what he had just done, you felt yourself being pulled backwards to lay down. Kihyun lay on his back on the couch, you on his chest as he put the ice pack under your head and on his chest to use as a cooling pillow. His arms locked you in place, finding their place around your waist, and his legs were propped up on either side of yours, you being between his.

“Uh, Kihyun?” Your voice was quiet, any louder and it’d crack.

“Hmm?” He hummed at you, and you felt it vibrate through your back.

“What are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“No, not really.” It was silent afterwards, but you soon found yourself starting to doze off. Kihyun was rubbing his thumb over your sides and your stomach and the warmth coming from him lulled you to sleep.

“You never answered my question.” You’re sleepy mind only managed a hum back to him. “If I asked you to be my girlfriend, would you say yes?” Your tired mindset was your most honest and before you fell quietly asleep you only hummed in a higher tone and nodded to him. He felt your body relax as he smiled and held you closer to him.

He’d sleep here on the couch with you tonight, even if the members would blow up his phone in the morning or if he work up with a sore back, it would all be worth it for the first night sleeping with the love of his life in his arms.

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