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euphoricsunflowers · 3 years

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drowning in your scent — chae hyungwon

a/n: ajshdhs this this officially the longest fic on my blog by a whole lot (i think the only thing that comes somewhat close is queen’s whore at like 3.1k sheesh) so in the spirit of that! please give this fic a lot of love!!

word count: 4.7k

content: goddess au, sub!hyungwon, dom!fem!reader, the sex scene involves kissing, lip biting, neck kisses, and riding, fun stuff like that, and minhyuk is here!! he’s mentioned a lot lmao hyunghyuk besties

warning: this fanfic does take place in a village setting where there’s a bad harvest of food and so there’s a lot of mentions of food and starving. as someone with problems with food myself this could be potentially somewhat triggering so please don’t read if need be and i want to emphasize that if you need help to please reach out for it. i know what it’s like, please even feel free to reach out to me if need be, but do remember i’m not a professional.

summary: a boy from the village struggling through a bad harvest and the goddess of nature, of animals and forests, and of flowers so lovely the scent will make you dizzy, make a deal.

“hyungwon,” the voice calls out to him, and his heart aches when he sees it’s minhyuk that’s speaking to him. the usual cheer and brightness to minhyuk’s voice has all but vanished, “come on, we need to get to work,” he trudged slowly behind his friend, with minhyuk’s hand holding his own. there’s nothing but comradery between them, and yet hyungwon feels like he would trust minhyuk with his life.

“i hate this,” hyungwon murmurs under his breath, but he can faintly hear minhyuk chuckle at his whining, “i’m serious!! there’s barely any food and i’m starving and i’m supposed to pick fruit that i won’t even be allowed to eat?!”

minhyuk’s face is stone cold suddenly as he turns to, for lack of a better phrase, tell hyungwon to shut the hell up, “lower your voice,” he orders, and hyungwon deflates, but he obeys, and the quiet returns as they continue to walk to their spot in the field to pick the fruit, “i’m sorry, but i worry that being so outspoken will be your downfall, won.”

as they pick the apples, in silence from their short and blunt conversation, hyungwon spots one that stands out from the rest. he tries to resist getting a closer look at it, but he just can’t. he takes a few steps over towards it, subsequently a few steps away from minhyuk, and the apple does the rest. it’s almost hypnotic in the way hyungwon can’t take his eyes off of it. it’s red and glowing and hyungwon doesn’t know how he’s the only one captivated by the apple.

it’s like the fruit is speaking to him, calling him away, and he starts walking, even when minhyuk calls after him, he knows minhyuk spoke even though he couldn’t hear him. he walks for a few minutes, through the trees and the dense forest that he’s never traversed before. he doesn’t have to constantly gaze at the apple now, but he grips it in his hand like his life depends on it.

he comes upon a small statue hidden in the depths of the forest. it’s a stone carving of a bird, wings spread as if flying through the sky. it’s beautiful.

“isn’t it?” he hears from behind him, actually registering someone spoke to him this time, and he turns to see who it is. instead of the face of cheerful minhyuk he’s so used to seeing, a beautiful figure graces his eyes.

hyungwon can’t even focus on the physique, though, he’s too entranced by the piercing eyes that stare into his soul practically and the voice he can hear ringing in his head. “isn’t it, dear?” your voice repeats again, and he feels compelled to answer, though he’s not exactly sure how you read his thoughts. maybe he had actually said them out loud.

“yes,” he murmurs softly, turning back to look at the statue, “it’s gorgeous,” he takes a step closer to the statue to get a closer look.

“your voice,” you speak again, “i- nevermind,” you stop yourself, instead choosing to take a step closer to him, your hand touches his shoulder, “can i help you with something, dear?”

“i- what?” he’s taken aback by your question, because he didn’t search you or this place out, he was practically lured here by the fruit, “no, i-i’m okay, thank you though.”

“are you sure?” your touch on his shoulder finally registers in his head, like all his reactions are slowed and delayed, “if you’re not here for something, then… why are you here?”

“i dont… i don’t know,” he was never loud, but he’s even quieter now, “the apple… it led me here.”

you suddenly fell silent. he wonders if you used to apple to lure him, if this is a trap, but your touch is still so distracting and he can’t bring himself to care much. you look so harmless, with such pretty features that he wants to stare at forever.

it does make him wonder, however, just why your tone was so brazen when he said he wasn’t here to ask anything of you. you looked baffled when he said no, like that was the only reason you expected him to be here, “do people always just come searching for you… asking for things?”

“yes, they do,” you respond bluntly, but your words aren’t hostile. he faintly feels a sense of pity in his heart for you.

“that sounds like… such a sad existence,” the words leave his lips without him really putting much thought into them.

“it is,” you say as silence falls between the two of you before he speaks up.

“you uhm… are you… human?” you’re a beautiful yet lonely person in the forest, and it makes him wonder if you even are a person.

“no, dear,” you say as you lift your hand, the grass beneath both of you growing as you do so, “i am a being that represents nature. i think you humans would call me a god or goddess?”

“oh that’s… incredible. please explain to me more,” his eyes find you once again, watching you with already such a soft, adoring gaze.

“you just want to hear me talk, little human,” your tone is playful as his cheeks become rosy.

“maybe,” he smiles cheekily, “will you still explain it to me?”

“of course, sit with me and the flowers, will you?” you ask him, and he plops on the ground, sitting with his legs crossed as you begin, “i can control how nature exists in this world. i can make your flowers grow or trees in your forest more dense. you humans also love to hunt the sweet animals i create, ”

you pause, as if to give him a chance to speak up, and he does, “i’m sorry about that.”

“it’s alright, dear, your apologies are not necessary. besides, once they do die, they become gifts for other gods, and those gods treat their gifts from me very well,” you smile somberly, “tell me, how are you humans doing?”

he wants to lie, for some reason. he has an urge to just say ‘everything is fine, let’s just talk about happy things. i want to be happy’ but he doesn’t, “we’re… you want my honesty, right?”

“yes, yes absolutely,”

“we’re suffering. there’s too little food for everyone,” his stomach rumbles as he’s in the middle speaking, and he makes a sort of ‘see what i mean?’ gesture, “and we barely have enough to keep everyone alive through the month..”

you subtly gasp at his confession he just gives so easily, “and yet you were expected to pick fruit? that seems unfair, dear.”

“it was work that had to be done for the good fo the village,” he lowers his head at the thoughts racing through his head, envisioning the soft eyes of his friend, “but min- uh, my friend, he’s all i have. i know i… said i didn’t have anything to ask of you… and this may seem too much of me to ask, but now that i know what you are and can do, could you please help them? the people of my village, i mean,” he pleads, his eyes shining in the light.

“you want me to… provide them food?”

“please, i’d do anything,”

your face is suddenly much more serious, and you grip his shoulder as you lean in close to him, “for future reference, dear, don’t ever tell a being like me you’d do anything. ever. got it?” you were kind. you knew you were kind, but there were some that would rip his poor, innocent heart to shreds, steal his soul because he didn’t read the fine print. you’re relieved someone so soft and sweet and almost angelic stumbled upon you of all beings.

“yes,” he practically squeaks.

“good,” you sigh as you stand up, “i will help you, little thing. in return, please stay with me for one day. tomorrow afternoon, at this exact hour, you can return to the village,” you extend your hand for him to shake, “are those terms agreeable to you, my little human?”

his heart pounds in his chest. you want him to stay with you? for a whole day? he decides it’s a price that’s easy to pay if he remembers the prospect of being able to save him friend and his people from starvation “yes,” he murmurs, reaching out to shake your hand.

—

it doesn’t take much effort from you, just a wave of your hand and apparently, the harvest in the village would magically improve. he supposes one day is not a lot of his little time to give up if it meant the village could be revitalized with a bountiful amount of food. he just hopes minhyuk isn’t worrying too much.

you have a cottage of your own, he learns. it confuses him slightly because you’re a goddess, why would you need a very human-esque living space? he supposes he’ll never learn the answer to that question. the thing itself is impossible to see from the outside, he could have sworn nothing was there until your hand was in his (his heart stopped for a good minute) and you led him up the stairway leading into the cottage.

“make yourself at home,” you tell him, and he nods in a daze. your place was beautiful, full of flowers and vases with more flowers and little flower trinkets on the table and mugs with flower designs. judging from anything you considered to be your domain, you seem to like flowers. the softness of the atmosphere is calming to him, the scent of all the flowers is overwhelming, his knees are weak.

“what- what are you going to do with me for this day that you have me? you must have some plan for me,” you tilt your head with a faint smile on your lips as he sits beside you on the couch, “do you want me to work? am i a servant? please, all cards on the table, tell me what you want from me.”

“all cards on the table?” you echo, and he nods, for a second wondering if you just straight up didn’t know what he meant, but you lean in to him, close enough to just barely need to lean just a little more and you’d be kissing him, “i just think you’re cute. forgive me if i just wanted a day to gaze at you.”

he’s startled as you pull yourself away, leaving him flustered and blushing and stuttering as you excuse yourself outside to grow more flowers. he sees the beautiful sunflowers and roses and tulips and then his eyes find you once more. your beauty just radiates, it’s so overwhelming and intoxicating that he feels the safest really taking it all in when you’re focused on your flowers, not leaving him a blushing mess whilst so close to kissing him he just might faint.

the sun hits your skin in such a beautiful way that he can’t can’t stop staring. it’s ironic how you wanted him to stay for a night because you thought he was cute but he cannot take his eyes off of your beautiful smile and hair and demeanor and just… aura. your presence is so soft and comforting yet so overwhelming to him. it’s all something he can’t understand.

you return a few hours later, having given your guest time to really settle in. as you open the door, he’s in the kitchen area with one of your mugs, drinking a cup of tea peacefully and quietly, “welcome back,” he mumbles with a smile.

“hi there, little human,” you smile back at him, taking a seat beside him, “i’m… sorry. i know you were probably lonely, here all by yourself-“

“no, i actually enjoy the quiet. it beats picking fruit,” he shrugs.

“speaking of food, i was able to grant your request, but i completely forgot about you. would you like something specific to be prepared for your evening meal?” hyungwon forgot what it was like when there wasn’t barely enough food to survive on. he tells you his wishes for meat and vegetables and starches his stomach aches for, “alright, dear. sit at the counter with me as i cook.”

he’s stunned for a second, “i didn’t know you can cook.”

“you don’t know my name, my sweet. we have a lot to learn about each other.”

“what is your name?” he asks, and you giggle to yourself, having known he’d ask it the moment you brought up the fact that he hadn’t yet.

“y/n,” you answer, finding the spices you wanted, “and yours, my beautiful flower?”

his heart skips a beat at the endearing term you use. at this point, he wonders if you’re getting enjoyment out of flustering him so helplessly like this, “hyungwon,” he sees the way you smile when you hear his name. it makes him smile too.

“hyungwon… what a beautiful name you have, my dear. it’s fitting, for someone as beautiful as you,” at this point he’s absolutely sure you’re getting a kick out of making him a flustered mess, because now his cheeks are red and he can’t meet your gaze, “sorry, i don’t mean to fluster you—,” liar, he thinks, “— i just can’t help adoring you.”

“you’re too much for my weak heart,” he mumbles exasperatedly as you cook, looking over at him with that cheeky smile on your face like you know just how much you wreck his heart and his composure.

you seat him at the small-but-not-too-small dinner table, bringing plates of food and finally sitting at the seat across from him, “eat as much or as little as you want, dear.”

he goes to ask before he puts too much thought into the question, “are you not gonna eat-? oh, wait, nevermind, do you not need to?” you nod, smiling.

“i’m grateful that you think of me, angel, but you’re correct: this is all for you,” and while he’d theoretically be hesitant to eat while you just sit there, he finally remembered just how hungry he was, and so it would have taken much more restraint than he currently had to restrain himself.

after dinner, you lead him him to the bedroom in your cottage. emphasis on the singularity in that term, “oh- uh, a-am i going to sleep with you-?” he stutters.

“you can, you don’t have to if you don’t wish to, flower. i don’t really have to sleep so if you want the bed all to yourself, then it’s yours. i just… i thought maybe- you know what,” you tone changes suddenly, and he’d be damned if he didn’t catch it, “nevermind. take the room. call for me if you need me, i’ll be outside with the flowers again-“

“wait!” he calls out as you turn to leave him alone. you look over at him, eyes shining so beautifully in the moonlight.

“yes, my flower?”

he’s flustered once again, but he can’t help wanting you to stay with him. he reaches his hand out to you, similarly to how you reached yours out to him, “stay with me?”

you accept the proposal, sitting on the bed with him, weaving a few flowers into a flower crown while he lays on his side, watching you work on the crown like it was the most entertaining thing in the world.

“i think sunflowers will look pretty against your skin, hyungwon,” you mumble, keeping your voice soft as to not disrupt the peaceful atmosphere you’ve both created, and he smiles bashfully at your words, “truly, i think anything would look beautiful on you, but the yellows would really bring out the strong, almost sensual browns in your eyes. can- can i?”

he nods in consent, sitting up and sitting still for you, and your fingers gracefully position the crown on top of his head, “ah, do i look good with it on?”

“oh absolutely, sweetheart, but,” you scoot closer to him, and once again, his heart beats rapidly and his thoughts evaporate into thin air, replaced by the bashful shyness and the way he’s suffocated by your scent, breathing it in like it’s a drug, “in my opinion, you’re the most beautiful.”

he can’t breathe.

“i-i, um, oh my god,” he stammers, so shy as you smile at how he struggles.

“can i kiss you, pretty boy?” you whisper, your hand raising to hold his cheek as you gaze at his lips. it’s subtle, probably because he was malfunctioning inside, but he nods, closing his eyes and passively waiting for your lips on his.

he didn’t know what to expect, with you being a god and all, but it was so much more than he could have prepared himself for, both mentally and physically. it was a rush if he’d ever felt one, both his body on fire and goosebumps lining his skin.

your style of kissing makes him ache in so many ways. his lips will definitely be bruised from the way you bite them, drawing blood like a vampire but in the kindest way possible, your hand cupping his cheek and you other rubbing his thigh soothingly is enough to keep him from crying out because of the pain.

“stop me, hyungwon,” you mumble under your breath, “if you don’t want this, you need to stop me. tell me to stop and i will,” but how did you ever expect him to do that when he’s already so wrecked and all you’ve done is kissed?

“don’t,” he whispers, “don’t stop, please,” and you oblige, keeping your lips busy on his neck as he groans, reaching out to hold your waist, “please,” he echos his own words weakly.

“tell me what you want, i’ll do it, just tell me,” you see how choked up he is, and it’s cute how easily he’s wrapped around your finger, “tell me, tell me, my flower.”

“touch me more,” he breathes, and you help him throw off his shirt. your hands are all over him in an instant, you press kisses down his neck, paying attention to his chest as your hands wander lower and lower.

he bites his lip in anticipation, but it feels just like how it felt when you bit his lip before and he audibly moans at the recent memory. it’s almost embarrassing when he realizes just how openly and easily he’s been moaning since you started.

and it’s not like he exactly expected a warning, but he wasn’t ready for when one of your hands started rubbing his crotch and making him moan and whine helplessly, “please don’t tease me.”

“hm, alright, sweet thing. how about i ride you? would you like that?” he nods desperately, weak at the thought of you using him for your own pleasure and leaving him to drown in the overwhelming pleasure you give him, “take off your pants and underwear, then.”

he scrambles to do as you say, watching with his jaw dropped as you make the garments you wear all but disappear with just a wave of your hand, and he’s intimately reminded that you’re not human, that he shouldn’t have trusted you so implicitly as to let you put him in this position, and that he’s playing a game where he doesn’t know the rules.

but then he sees the genuineness in your smile, the way you treat him so kindly yet assertively, soft yet harsh, and he just can’t fathom being in any real danger when he’s being swallowed by so much pleasure when he’s under you like this.

he’d been zoned out for a few moments until you’re actually riding him already, holding his hand in a softness that makes him weak. he suddenly notices the flowers in your hair, the way your nose crinkles up when you smile down at him, the way looking at your lips reminds him of the ache on his. it’s incredible just how infatuated he is, the way he adores so much being not just under you in a physical sense but also being under your spell.

he moans in such a heavenly bliss, eyes fluttered shut as he can only hear his own voice make sounds that would normally make him embarrassed. he can’t bother to care right now because when he opens his eyes, you seem to like the sounds he makes. and he wants to please.

“hyungwon, d-dear,” you murmur, your hands resting on his chest to keep yourself stable on his chest, “i can’t keep my eyes off of you, baby. you’re absolutely ethereal. so please, can you show me how pretty you are when you cum? can you cum for me, my flower?”

god that name was the most precious thing to him, he wanted to be your beautiful flower forever.

he does cum. he orgasms viscerally, his body trembling as he throws his head back, his jaw slacked as he moans loudly, cumming so hard he can see white.

he stays in that headspace of pleasure, higher than the clouds, for a few moments as the high subsides and he’s left with a euphoric feeling that keeps him shivering with aftershocks, until he starts to hear your voice. you whisper little nothings to him as he starts to come down completely, “i’ve got you, little thing, don’t worry, you’re safe with me.”

he briefly ponders why you keep calling him ‘little thing’ when he’s as tall as he is, but your kisses to him temple take that thought away, “y/n?”

“yes, dear?”

“can you sleep with me?” he asks, not realizing that you already told him that you don’t need to sleep.

still, you can’t resist him when he’s just so adorable with that pout he probably doesn’t even realize he’s making, “of course, let’s clean up just a little bit, and i’ll lay with you while you sleep, angel.”

—

morning comes far too soon. you still have him for another 7ish hours, but once they’re up, he’ll return to his village, to that friend he mentioned, and disappear from your existence forever. it’s almost pitiful how quickly you became attached to the pretty thing.

you look over at him, sleeping so, so peacefully, his cheek squished against the pillow while he pouts and you can’t help but coo at how precious he looks.

it’s impossible to imagine a life anymore where you can’t keep looking at his face, at his pretty lips (that are covered in bruises in a way that makes this moment a bit less melancholic and innocent), at the softness in his eyes when he gazed at you. what a miserable fate that would be to live through.

“what’s on your mind?” you hear him groan tiredly, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. you go to object, say ‘of course it’s nothing just go back to sleep dear’, but he catches it and, even in the early morning, he won’t take a lie.

“i just… you have a life to return to, and i don’t want to deprive you of that. i’ve just grown to like you, is all,” you murmur as you run your fingers through his hair, hearing his soft gums of contentment, “an existence of being by yourself might make one somewhat… easily attached.”

hyungwon doesn’t know how to respond, but he sits up, despite the tiredness that still rests in his body, he moves to get himself out of bed, using his hand to brush his hair out of his face, “we still have time together, so let’s do something you want to do.”

“like what?” you smile sadly, “what should we do?”

“hmm…” he makes a really cute face when he thinks, you realize, and it just makes you fall a little bit more, “well you really like flowers right?”

“of course,”

hyungwon’s face lights up, like he’s had a sudden realization, “oh! then what if we painted? i have minhyuk’s paints in my bag!! minhyuk told me to hold onto them for the day and i kept them on me!”

“wha- what if your friend doesn’t want you to use them?” you stutter, but you can feel that you’re already on board.

“then that’s his problem!”

now to be honest, painting was not hyungwon’s strong suit, but he had such a fun time with mixing colors and making flowers that don’t really look like flowers come to life on the many wooden walls of your cottage. neither of you had brushes either, so it was really just fingerpainting, and by the end, your hands were covered in myriads of greens and yellows and pinks reds and blues tinted by the white, they were almost works of art themselves.

and after hours of painting, making more flower crowns, even teaching him to make flower crowns, and more activities, your time with him was dwindling. of course, he doesn’t have to leave, but the time that he had to stay was slowly slipping away from you.

“hyungwon,” you mumble, getting his attention as he sits on the couch while you were supposedly making tea. you raise your hand, displaying a bright red apple, “this is the one from yesterday, right?”

“y-yeah, i think so, why?”

“i- come here, please.”

he wobbles over to the kitchen, sitting beside you as you show off the fruit, “what’s going on?”

“remember when you told me the apple lead to you the statue?” he nods, “this apple is blessed with my energy. it’s… magical, in a human sense. i just want to apologize for decieving and likely confusing you yesterday,” you look down at the fruit, shiny and glowing red with liveliness, “but i have a… proposal of sorts.”

“i- alright, what is it?”

“take a bite,” you say, your tone heavy with implications of what will happen, “take a bite, and stay with me, will you?”

“what- what about my family? my friend? what about the life that i have?” he asks, but it’s all rhetorical, he doesn’t expect a serious answer, “i was willing to give you a day, i can’t give you my life.”

why can’t you, you feel the urge to murmur to him, why can’t you give that all up? you know i’m all you want now, you’ll only spiral down even further into me, “you don’t have to eat it all, just a bite, just one.”

“what- why are you so adamant that i eat that apple?”

“because!” your voice cracks ever so slightly, and once again his heart aches and he rushes to attempt to soothe you, to hold your heart in his hands and never once let it be hurt, “because you are all i want, hyungwon,” you mumble as he hugs you, resting your head against him, “because i want you to return to your friend and your village, but i’m selfish, i’m so, so selfish. this is the best middle ground i could think of.”

“...what does taking a bite entail?” he asks tentatively, and his heart jumps when he sees your eyes shine with hope. whether or not you know it, you’ve got him good.

“half the time, you’ll be mine. your soul has to reside in my domain, your heart will constantly ache for me,” you murmur, your hands suddenly wandering and he chokes out a moan, “but the rest of the time, you can return to the village. you can return to your life, and i will not make any attempts to steal you away during that time.”

he’s left speechless, not exactly sure what you’d want him to say now, but you place the apple in his hands, pressing a few faint kisses to the edge of his lips just to fluster him, but then you disappear outside. he watches you through the window as you tend to your flowers, picking a sunflower to place into your hair. he’s so entranced by the way you move that he can barely focus on what he needs to focus on: the apple.

he wonders what minhyuk is feeling right now. he’s probably worried to death, horrified out of his mind that his friend just disappeared into the forest. he wants so badly to go back and reassure him that nothing bad happened and go back to the way things were except things would be better.

but he does also feel a sense of… devotion? infatuation? love, maybe? whatever it is, he feels something towards you. his heart aches to please you, to do in this situation what would make you happy. the way you looked when you were so emotionally vulnerable with him, you didn’t seem like a god that he had to worship in that moment, you seemed like a soul that he wanted to love. it’s this feeling deep in his soul that just leaves him, both his heart and his body, utterly defenseless to the prospect of you.

so this is the end of him as he’s been for his whole life. or at least, in a sense, half of him. he’s grateful that you went outside to let his head clear just a bit, it’s always so clouded with you and your scent and your aura that he feels delusional. he tosses the apple around anxiously as he tries to decide what to do, but in the end, there’s not a chance in the world that he could ever go against what would make you happy.

he tries to delude himself into thinking it’s a conscious choice he makes, but he knows he’s lying; he just doesn’t want to accept it. he’s been a wreck since the moment you lured him away with the very apple he holds, there’s not a single reality in which he gives you up. his heart aches to protect yours, and his body wishes to be ruined by yours.

he takes a bite. he’s yours.

—

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gamblingsea · 5 years

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( LEE “HUTA” MINHYUK. CIS MALE. ) Rumor has it that PARK “CHANCE” GIHOE has been spotted skulking around New York City streets recently. HE is a 119 year old VAMPIRE. He has a good reputation for being GENUINE & SPONTANEOUS but has also been known to be rather ELUSIVE & SELF-CONSCIOUS. He’s known for being the THE HALF-MOON.

stats, quick facts & short timeline

trigger warning for abuse, trauma & death mentions

FULL NAME: park gihoe. NICKNAME(S): chance. AGE: one hundred & nineteen, in years. twenty-three, in appearance. DOB: december 31st, 1899. SUN / MOON / RISING: capricorn / sagittarius / libra GENDER: cis male. PRONOUNS: he / him / his. ORIENTATION: yes, homo. SPECIES: vampire. HAIR: dyed white blond. EYES: deep brown, with a deep blue ring around the outside, said to resemble the ocean at night HEIGHT: 5'6" FROM: wolverhampton, endland. CURRENTLY: new york city, new york. SPOKEN LANGUAGES: english, korean, french, some latin. very little greek & japanese. RELIGION: complicated. EDUCATION: completed high school. OCCUPATION: freelance photographer. PERSONALITY TYPE: INFJ ALIGNMENT: chaotic good. NOTABLE: freckles across the bridge of his nose, shaky hands, ocean eyes, sleeves usually rolled up at the wrists or elbows due to a a strange difficulty finding shirt sleeves that don’t fall well past his hands, an affinity for glitter on his eyelids and cheekbones, cold hands.

some quick facts

is afraid of boats, open water & heights

unless going out on the town, is usually wearing a sweater, even in summer

suffered hypothermia when he was twelve & his hands have had a small tremble & slight nerve damage ever since

weak ankles

distrusts the media to be honest about most things

has never been on a plane & does not enjoy the idea of it

is generally kind & tries to make people laugh, or be happy

has a myriad of mental health issues, through tries to prevent them from being evident

ptsd, depression, anxiety, bdd & insomnia

early life 1899-1912

great relationship with his mother & terrible relationship with his father

unstable money situation due to father’s gambling

his father is abusive toward both chance & diane

he & his family are on the rms titanic when she sinks

his mother does not survive

he & his father do

pre-vampire 1918-1922

meets love of his life, kai & has whirlwind romance

is in his twenties during the twenties & becomes quite the party-goer

has a strange complex of invincibility & self-destructiveness brought on by survivor’s guilt but is mostly happy

works as a photographer

he disappears from his 23rd birthday party

post-vampire 1922-1938

has no memory of being turned or the month that follows it

tries to find kai again but fails to

slips back into self-destructiveness

1939-onward

meets bai, develops a long-standing, steady friendship & correspondence

eventually falls in with the coven

doesn’t particularly care for the war they are fighting against the lycans, as his oldest friend is one

currently

meets bell, while bell is still human

they develop a close friendship, bell is eventually turned & this brings them closer

bell retains chance’s highest level of trust among the other vampires

has finally found kai

has learned he is now a lycan & is uncertain where they stand

all his love for him remains as intact as it ever has been

more in-depth timeline

the early years

chance is born december 31st, 1899, in wolverhampton, england

his parents are diane & james park.

diane is a hairdresser & he adores her.

james is an asshole, a gambler, a sore loser & is heavy handed with his family.

chance is bullied in school but does well academically

he becomes obsessed with photography & literature, specifically poetry

1912

they board the rms titanic from southampton

his mother dies during the ships sinking

chance & his father survive

chance & his father lose contact upon returning to shore. this is purposeful on chance’s account.

he is adopted by & lives with another titanic survivor’s family until he is eighteen.

he keeps in contact with them for the rest of their lives through letters, mostly.

1918, arguably his best year

he holds a job working as a freelance photographer for local papers & magazines

chance meets kai

it is a whirlwind romance full of moonlit evenings & lazy mornings, tucked into apartments, piano music, tender hands & ignoring the rest of the world

they spend most their time hidden away from everyone else, this is theirs & does not belong to anybody else but them

chance believes kai to be the love of his life, his soulmate, the sun to his moon

1920 - 1922, the beginning of the roaring twenties

chance falls in love with the twenties during his own twenties, the underground speakeasies, the lust & allure of it all, the glitz & glam of long island, he way the city feels more alive than it has in a while

he falls more in love with kai over the years, thinks him still the most beautiful thing in all of new york city and beyond it

he thinks, maybe, they will live forever this way the way

december 31st, 1922, his twenty-third birthday & the evening he is bitten

sometime during the evening, during his birthday party, he slips outside for a moment to himself & smokes a cigarette

someone unfamiliar asks him for a light and this the last thing he remembers before waking up february 5th, 1923, a vampire

he has no recollection of january & will now, certainly, live forever

the entirety of 1923 is spent looking for kai in a fever

he never finds him but continues looking, hopeful one day wander across his path again & be at the very least, able to see him from a distance, having grown old & have lived well in the years they’ve been separated

he never talks about him by name, never really talks about him to anybody (except bell & dai, in some of his more vulnerable states, after much time has passed)

1939

chance meets bai at a bar & they begin a tradition of meeting up every time bai returns from war / leave for war / is on leave & sharing a few drinks

it leads to a long-standing friendship, the lycan-vampire war never a subject broached between the two of them

after the first few times & after chance’s poor timing threatens to ruin their reunions, they begin to exchange letters during bai’s time away. chance keeps them.

he considers bai his oldest, closest friend

late 1900′s - currently

continues to work for newspapers & magazines, though using definitely names

eventually falls in with the coven, though keeps most of them at arms length as they tend not to see eye-to-eye on the matter of war

for the most part, he remains loyal to them for providing him a home

he follows the rules he can’t get away with breaking

still maintains his friendship with bai

is careful to keep that secret from the coven if need be

meets bell, while they are still human

develops a friendship in which they both tend to find themselves self-destructing but together, as a bonding experience

bell being a vampire brings them closer, though chance mourns for the life bell could have had as mortal & thinks that immortality, for all the good things about it, is a cruel gift to be given.

finally find kai, accidentally

finds out he was turned very closely following chance’s own turn & is thus mourning the years they have lost by just missing each other

is uncertain where they stand, though all his love for him remains as intact as it ever has been

#idk i'm probably missing stuff but #come plot with me #underworldshqintro

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monbooboo-the-fool · 6 years

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Reactions to An Anxiety Attack

So I already did MTL to Know How to Act During An Anxiety Attack, so what I'm gonna do now are reactions to an anxiety attack, MTL.

I'm using what personally helps me, I try to isolate myself when I have an attack so, fun fact, no one really knows what to do. Along with what personally helps me, I'll try to incorporate different ways to help someone calm down. I do recommend telling a loved one whether or not you can be helped during an attack by touching. If nothing else, tell them whether or not you want to be touched. You don't wanna not like it and suffer a worse attack/harm them while freaking out. Trigger Warning if talking deeply about anxiety attacks harm you. My inbox is always open.

Minhyuk

You two would be hanging out, doing whatever. Mostly spending a day at home. When you stop paying attention to him and start to feel panicky and anxious, he'd notice. There's always a difference in your responses once you begin spiraling. "Y/N?" Minhyuk would ask. "Come here, baby. Is this movie too scary? I'll change it." He'd turn it off quickly, returning to Netflix's main page. That helped a bit, but it didn't stop the crying and shaking that began the moment you were in another room. Having gone through this before, Minhyuk would come to you, holding you tightly. "Let's sit down, come on..." He'd slowly lower the both of you to the floor, pulling you into his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. That stretched out your torso so you weren't hyperventilating and passing out later. "You're okay, I got you." Tiny affirmations mumbled in your ear would slow the anxiety down, bringing the attack to an end.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ruin the night," you'd sigh, pulling away from him when you were ready.

Minhyuk kissed your cheek and wiped your tears. "I'm with you, nothing you could do could ruin my night. Come on, let's go watch Winnie the Pooh." He knew how to avoid another one if he could help it.

Kihyun

An attack would come on at the literal worst time for you. In the bathroom, right before taking a shower. As you sat on the toilet, the hyperventilation would begin, along with the crying. You couldn't scream in frustration like you'd want to. So, you'd hit the countertop and the wall, aiming to get Kihyun to hear you. Shortly after you began hitting things, Kihyun would run in, holding your hands. "Shhh," he'd whisper. "Hey, hey, hey, it's okay..." He'd reach over and turn off the water to save the heat for when you really took a shower. The towel you had for drying would be wrapped around you as Kihyun just held onto you. "It'll be okay soon, alright?" Luckily, your attacks didn't last long, so you could honestly believe him when he said so. The kisses by your ear and the soft clicking he'd do would calm you down more. It broke you away from the loudness of the anxious thoughts. Soon your body relaxed to match Kihyun's relaxation. "There you go baby. Easy, deep breaths... In through your nose and out through your mouth." He'd turn on the bath again, running you bath water instead of a shower. The attacks were short but sometimes consecutive. So, he didn't want you alone in the shower, hyperventilating and passing out. He'd put in a bit of lavender soap and a bit of lemongrass oil. "Climb in, okay?" He'd stand up and help you into the bath and sit with you while you took one, playing your favorite song at a low volime. He wouldn't leave your side.

Hyungwon

You'd be hanging out with Hyungwon and the rest of your guys' friends at your house. Suddenly, you'd retreat to the corner of the room, head down on your knees, breathing deeply. Someone would come try to help but Hyungwon would stop him. "Hey, hey!" He'd whisper yell. "She needs quiet. I don't intervene until she starts hurting herself."

Wonho furrowed his eyebrows like he was crazy. "Why?" He'd ask.

Hyungwon sighed, "I'd show you but I really don't want to get hit tonight." He'd whistle a bit. "Minnie!" Minnie was your service dog. Since Hyungwon couldn't be around a lot and you were prone to self harming during an attack, it was proposed that you get a dog to help watch out for you. When she didn't wear her vest, she was a normal pet, but the way Hyungwon called her let her know you needed help. She'd run in and lay down under your bent knees. Everyone thought Hyungwon was delusional, how can you watch your partner go through this and sit back and just let it happen?

A few minutes went by and it only got worse. "Hey," Kihyun would say. "Minnie's getting in her lap."

Hyungwon got up, heading toward you. "That means she's preparing to stop Y/N from hurting herself." No one had ever seen anything get this bad. If you felt anxious, Hyungwon would always leave and take you home. Soon enough, you'd start hitting at your head, and rocking back and forth, angry that it wouldn't stop and doing anything you could to make it stop. Hyungwon grabbed your wrists while Minnie stood behind you to keep you from hitting your head on the wall. At least you weren't alone in hating this, everyone hated to see you so upset, Hyungwon especially. "Hey, sweetheart," he'd murmur. "Stop hurting yourself." You'd dig your nails into his arms, not wanting to be touched. "Stop hurting me, shh..." He'd eventually have you held tightly in a way that you couldn't easily hurt youself and you couldn't easily hurt him. The security soon came back to you as Hyungwon held you and Minnie laid on your stomach. As soon as your breathing steadied, he'd take you to your room. "Minnie," he'd say, directing her to lay with you. "Okay, baby. You hungry? The boys are going to get food. Do you want ramen or beef and rice?" You'd tell him what you'd want and he'd send the group on their way. "That gives you 20 minutes to talk to me." He always sat with you and watched.something.to take your mind off of it while he journaled the attack elsewhere.

Jooheon

You wouldn't necessarily know what was happening. But you knew something was wrong. Calling Jooheon from the other room, you'd sit down and make yourself as small as possible. "Yes, baby?" When you didn't respond, he'd get a bit worried. "What's wrong?" You shrugged as you shook, crying softly. "Hey, hey, hey," Jooheon sighs. He didn't know what to do exactly, but he assumed it was an anxiety attack of some sort. "I'll be right back, okay?" You'd nod and wait for him to come back. When he came back, he held a fleece blanket and a small bear. "Here you go, lay back." Jooheon would sit on the far end of the couch and have you lay in his lap as he covered you with the blanket. It had memories for you, memories that brought you out of the anxiety. He always tried to remember it.

Wonho

Poor baby would think he mad you mad or upset in some way. "No, no, don't cry..." When he went to hug you, you'd push away from him, furthering his own upset. He felt bad that he couldn't make you feel any better.

"It's not..." You'd start, breathing heavily. "Not that simple. I'm ha-having an anxiety a-attack." The gasping breaths you took only worsened your attack.

Wonho would go get you water and stay silent as he figured out what to do. "Do you need to sit? Do you want the bear I got you for our anniversary?" You'd shake your head, anxiety deciding you'd suffered enough.

"Thank you," you'd sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose to will the headache away.

Wonho gingerly pulls you into a hug. "Later, I want you to tell me everything that helps you, okay?" You'd nod, taking some water.

Changkyun

Lucky you, you'd be on FaceTime with Changkyun as he was away. You'd leave for a bit, before coming back and throwing yourself on the bed, tears flowing non-stop. "Y/N? What's wrong, love?" He could hear you.

You'd just cry. "I don't fucking know what to do!"

Changkyun's helpless. "Well, what happened?" He'd ask.

"I just came back in here and started hyperventilating and crying." You'd run your fingers through your hair trying to calm yourself down.

Changkyun couldn't do anything to help except remind you that he was there. As it ended, he had to get off of FaceTime. "Okay, you need to get some sleep. I do too. But if you need me, call me. My ringer is extremely loud. Don't stay alone. Love you," Changkyun said, hanging up. He'd constantly check in with you later.

Shownu

He kind of turns himself down a bit. Not shut down completely, but as he processes this entire thing, he doesn't really help while he freaks himself out. Luckily, the attack was only a few minutes long. "Sorry to scare you," you'd say.

He shook his head. "It's fine." Shownu really was scared by what happened. "We need to talk about it later though. I'm sorry I didn't do anything." He'd hold you tightly afterward.

I just realized that Changkyun's was an actual text from a friend. His was entirely real. I was up at 2 AM and suddenly started BAWLING my eyes out and my friend had to go to sleep and just told me to call him if I needed him and wowowowow i love my friends

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jungnoir · 6 years

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college boyfriend!rocky

you know... this was going to happen one day.... don’t look at me like that

WHOO HERE WE GO IT’S ROCKSTER’S FIRST YEAR AT COLLEGE

WAIT

OH GOD

WHY DID HE ENROLL

THIS WAS A BAD IDEA

FRICK ABORT ABOR

unlike his classmates from grade school up until his high school graduation, minhyuk had never,,, thought about college

like of course he knew it was a thing and it’s a thing people do usually if they don’t immediately get a job

but tbh, minhyuk just kinda doesn’t feel like he’s really into the whole 4 years or more wasting away with 20 page essays and eight powerpoint presentations on his computer clouding up his space for music

(all ppt’s are named something like “seifheoihfosh” or “huughsksl” because he did the research, professor. why must he be forced to title things appropriately too)

he didn’t like watching his friends stress over the stupid entrance exams and he didn’t want to spend thousands of dollars on studying for another good part of his life, but his parents had done a lot to give him that opportunity

and honestly? it sucks knowing how much his parents have slaved away time at work hoping that if he did aspire to go toward higher education, he wouldn’t have to cut half his studying time in half to work part time jobs just to eat and get by

he’d never admit it to their faces but... he really doesn’t want to study business

and yet here he is, seated in the back of a small classroom with a large air conditioner blowing behind him and making the entire room drop to 60 degrees or lower, learning about that very thing

honestly, when his dad asked him what he planned to major at the nearby university (he had never even been asked if he wanted to go to university, it was just an assumption that he would which made the situation even worse), he had lost what little peace he’d had in the moment and started to panic

there were so many professions, none of which minhyuk had ever considered studying at all, and yet here his parents were smiling at him expectantly like minhyuk had had university merch hanging on his bedroom walls since he was 10

and the first thing he spits out is “business” because that’s a mature thing to study right? that’s something successful people study

except it’s definitely not what minhyuk is interested in and that is made heavily apparent here and now, listening to his professor drone on and on at the head of the classroom

thankfully (not), the loud ass air conditioner behind him is blocking out everything that’s even being discussed, to the point where minhyuk thinks if he had his fancy studio headphones on high volume, he’d still be able to hear better than with the roaring machine in his ear

this detail ends up leaving minhyuk bored and irritated all the time, and he usually either snoozes on the desk until the next class comes in and he’s awoken or tries to focus his time on his phone, mindlessly scrolling as the hours pass and he remains just as unhappy as he had been the minute he’d entered the retched classroom

in fact, the only thing giving him any kind of joy right now was the fact that he had dance practice with the dance club on campus right after this, and he couldn’t be happier to work the cold air out of his bones through cracking out some new moves

since minhyuk’s seat is pretty undesirable, you can imagine no one sits in the three other chairs at that very table....... ever

like he’s never once seen anyone go near that table his whole time in that class

now you,,, you know just how undesirable that table is

even sitting all the way up front with your friends, you often had to bring a hoodie just to block out the cool air that your bumbling professor didn’t seem disturbed by

it didn’t help that you abhor the class as well

you honestly were just taking it for some credit you couldn’t get from the class you wanted to take, the roster having filled up within the first ten minutes of class enrollment opening

when you’d heard this class had an open spot, you had jumped at the chance

boy were you in for it

had you not been as polite as you were, you might not have even attempted to keep eye contact with the professor while he talked about god knows what all the time

but you have your friend, and you two are suffering together so that’s all that matters!!!

until!!!

she gets a boyfriend!!!

you had no problem with her having a boyfriend, rather the opposite really

you were v happy for her!! but since he was in ur class.... and they were always together...... that meant that they always wanted to be close no matter what

the other two people at the table were also a couple, so it seemed you were the one to boot when her boyfriend decided he wanted to sit next to his girlfriend from now on

they had apologized profusely to you as you quietly scooped up your things and tried to keep a calm smile on your face but,, that was your seat

if you didn’t love your friend and her happiness so much, you might’ve threatened the boy to fight you for the seat like a man

but u were nice and civil and it was just a seat

u could manage with a change of scenery in that boring class, couldn’t you?

well, turns out loverboy’s old seat is right next to a gamer who perpetually smells like monster energy drinks and hot cheetos

plus,,, he never covers his mouth when he burps

needless to say, one class of sitting next to him had you desperate to find another seat

until you spotted the back one day

from what you could see, there was no one there yet as you had arrived early, so thinking you had no other choice, you sat yourself in the seat next to the end seat and set your stuff up

even the a/c was off!! this was your lucky day!!

you busy yourself with writing some of your english paper as students pile into the classroom one by one, but you’re not interested enough to people watch today

you’re about nine hundred words longer into your essay and feeling satisfied when you decide to give your hands and eyes a lil break

you smile to yourself and look up, only to nearly jump out of your skin

because there is a boy there, curly hair a mess on his head like he’d just awoken and a hoodie far too big for his lean frame hanging off his body. his backpack is just as huge, practically hanging off his shoulder had it not been for his hand clasped around the strap

and he’s just. staring

he’s staring at you like you’ve killed his mother in cold blood

you stare right back with just as much surprise, wondering if he’ll say anything in particular, but he stays silent

“uh” you finally utter, frowning as he seems to snap back to reality

he points at a chair and mumbles “my... um.... that’s my seat”

it happens to be the seat directly to your left, the aisle seat

you stare at the seat for a few seconds and then slowly scoot your chair over a bit, moving your mess of notes from the space that would intrude his and mutter a quiet apology, suddenly not as pepped as you were before about your new seat

the boy slides into the seat and stays to the very edge of the seat like you have a disease, and you start to feel a little upset at that

even though you don’t know him and he doesn’t know you and is therefore in no way obliged to be friendly with you, it still makes you feel bad

after all, this was his seat

for all you knew, it had been his seat damn near all semester and here you were just intruding on his space out of nowhere

you mutter another apology and type away at your computer much more quietly, wondering if maybe you should just move to the other end of the table to give him space, but you feel it’d be too awkward

plus, the professor just walked in

you watch as the wiry old man flips a switch next to the light

almost immediately, you feel a sudden freezing cold on your back and you wince, realizing that you’d forgotten a very important item despite your preparedness this morning as you strolled to class

your freaking jacket

you left your freaking jacket at your dorm

the mystery boy beside you notices your wince and frowns, feeling suddenly v hot in his large warm jacket that moonbin had given him

here you were, in a tank top with almost all your arms’ expanse exposed to the cold air and your poor body was beginning to shiver as ten minutes of class turned into twenty, which turned into half an hour and you were starting to feel your blood completely turn to ice

“are... are you cold?” mystery boy leans over to ask, spooking you from your trance of squinting at your professor

“huh??? oh... uh... yeah. i was kinda dumb and forgot to bring my jacket this morning. i’m usually on top of that” you explain, turning back to the professor in an attempt to decipher what he’s saying over the loud blowing in your ears

“i would give up if i were you... it’s super hard to hear back here”

you frown and look over at him but he just shrugs, “have you not been able to hear him all semester?”

again, he shrugs

you kinda wonder how he hasn’t failed this class already, but even you can’t talk

even without the a/c, you don’t know what the professor is blabbing about anyway

you sigh in defeat and lean back in your chair, cursing the cold air that’s slowly starting to chill your bones when you feel something warm brush your arm

you’re about to attack the boy next to you, thinking he might be trying to overstep some boundaries, but your face softens when you see he’s shrugged out of his hoodie and is now holding it to you, avoiding eye contact

he shakes it when you don’t immediately accept it, “you need it more than i do” is all he says

you decide that you’re too cold to act courteous and instead you accept said jacket, nearly shuddering when you feel his warmth still lingering on the warm cotton lining inside

you slip it on and are suddenly barricaded in not only warmth, but the mystery boy’s scent

it smells of fruity shampoo and “boy smell”, but it’s not a bad smell

it’s actually kinda........ nice

you find yourself snuggling into the thing so much that by the time the class ends, you sincerely don’t want to part with it, but it seems the mystery boy has somewhere to go and you don’t want to hold his clothes captive

you would retreat to your bedroom soon enough and relish in the warmth of the covers, so you didn’t need it

as you pass it back to him, he gratefully bows his head at you and begins to make his way out of class

until you suddenly call “what’s your name!”

him, and a few of the other students trailing out turn to look, but you’ve got eyes locked right on his

he seems to blush and says in a just loud enough voice, “minhyuk... and you?”

you say your name back, much louder than him, and grin when he smiles back a little before skittering out of the class

and so, you find yourself subconsciously waiting for the next day of class???

every monday, wednesday, and friday, you see him

you start your week with minhyuk and you end your week with minhyuk

for the first few classes after your first meeting, he stays quiet and doesn’t say more than he has to

you remember to bring your jacket of course, but part of you really wants to leave it behind just so you have the excuse of borrowing his again

because damn that thing smelled nice- i mean, ,,, felt nice

slowly, you learn the rules of the back of the classroom that minhyuk cutely calls “the void of room 203″

because of the loud a/c, nothing said back there can be heard for several tables in front of you both

so no matter how loudly you’re dissing people, the rest of the class could be none the wiser

and yes, while it is terribly cold, minhyuk manages to take your mind off it the more you get him to open up

he goes from blushing and going wide-eyed every time you’d talk to greeting you with a shy smile in the hallway when you’d pass each other on the way to different classes

sometimes you’d find him surrounded by a group of five other boys on campus, some you recognized as members of the infamous dance club headed by kwon soonyoung, the dance genius himself

when you asked minhyuk the following day of class about it, he had practically lit up

he seemed all too eager to tell you about his dancing, about how long he’s been interested in it and how kind the older boys in his dance club are

he tells you how one of the boys, moonbin, had given him the jacket he was so fond of and wore to class all the time

you made a mental note to track down this moonbin kid and ask where he got that thing

though you doubted it would feel as nice as minhyuk’s what huh i didn’t say anything

he was v passionate about dance, even blurting out that he thought you should come see him at the dance competition they were having next weekend

of course, right after he’d said that, he had shrunk in on himself and tacked on a “only if you want...” at the end

and sure enough, you had requested he point you in the direction of acquiring tickets to see him

at first he’s all like no!!! i was kidding!!!!

but you’re so insistent and you seem to genuinely want to see him dance so i mean

who is he to stop you?

(someone who thinks ur hella cute that’s who)

he ends up taking you with him after class for the first time, and you note with a little giddiness that you’ve never really been anywhere else with minhyuk outside of classes... purposefully

like you’ve seen each other and struck up conversations in line at the caf but you’ve never actually went somewhere with him, planning to anyway

so it’s kind of funny how you two linger near each other as he leads you to the arts building where the dancers reside

the top floor is for the ballet dancers, while the bottom floor is where all the hip hop dancers hang

he shows you one of the open practice rooms where a few of his dance crew are, and you can’t believe your eyes when minhyuk suddenly just.... changes

right before your eyes is no longer the shy boy you’d grown fond of

now he was all kinds of excitable, greeting his fellow members with big smiles and laughter and suddenly you feel like the shy one out of you two

he doesn’t even really seem to notice, talking to the boys about this and that

but then one of them spots you and coughs rather loudly, making gestures at you when minhyuk gives him a puzzled look

a glimpse of the shy boy comes back when he rushes over to you and places his hands on your shoulders, guiding you over to the group of boys

you’re honestly too stunned by the sudden touch he’s initiated that you pretty much blank out on him introducing you to everyone

it’s only when the boy who had initially noticed you walks up and holds out his hand, sweat dripping down his neck and chest but looking otherwise unbothered by it

“hi, i’m moonbin! i’m minhyuk’s friend,,, he talks a lot about you ya know”

you flush just as minhyuk drops his hands from your shoulders and whines back “i do not!!” indignantly, all the while the others simply refute his claim with a chorus of “yeah you do”‘s

you find it more endearing than you probably should when minhyuk stutters over a response to you, looking absolutely mortified and regretting bringing you here after all

but then moonbin takes control as if he hadn’t just utterly destroyed his friend’s confidence in seconds “so! what brings you here?”

“minhyuk said he’d sell me tickets to your dance competition?”

moonbin widens his eyes at you and then looks at minhyuk, “you’re making your friend pay?”

minhyuk seems to snap out of his pity party long enough to form a reply, looking a little pouty, “well, of course... y- we need it”

moonbin stares at him for a solid minute before he bursts into laughter, shooting you a smile as if to say he’s sorry for you being friends with the younger boy

then he goes over to his duffle and pulls out a ticket and hands it to you, shoving his hands into his pockets despite your confusion

“don’t worry, you’re minhyuk’s friend. you’re free to come. hell, you could sell the ticket for all i care”

you’re v thankful, telling him that you’ll definitely come and that you’ll definitely scold minhyuk for being so stingy, and then the both of you are walking out of the building with much less haste

as you’re walking, you turn to minhyuk to see he looks a lil deflated

“did it bother you that much the way they joked with you?” you ask quietly, watching his expression for any telling signs

but he shakes his head quickly, smiling reassuringly if only for a moment

he seems to be debating over what to say before he finally does, “it’s... moonbin.... he doesn’t have a lot of money to come to the school to begin with. we try to split up enough money from the dance competitions we win to go toward his tuition. since we also help sell tickets and advertise the venues we dance at, we send that money his way as well. he’s usually humble about the whole thing, which is why i was hoping i’d get tickets from soonyoung or something...”

you feel bad all of a sudden, wanting to go back and demand you pay to moonbin, but you know that would just make him uncomfortable

so instead, you slip more than enough cash into minhyuk’s hand and watch as his comically large eyes find yours

“don’t tell him i gave that to you, alright? i’ll beat you up right after he does”

all minhyuk does is nod, shoving the money in his pocket

and he lingers

until he throws his arms around your neck and you’re caught into a hug

and god.... this is the first time you’ve been so close to minhyuk.... you can feel his rapid heart beat and his breaths rustling the hair at your ear

“i’m sorry, it’s just... when people... are kind to the people i love, i tend to really like those people a lot”

you practically melt as you hug him back, despite your nervous movements that he doesn’t seem to notice

“I thought you already liked me” you joke, squeezing the fabric of his shirt in your hands

he pulls back, half a foot from your face

and those mesmerizing angel eyes catch yours

“...maybe i already did. maybe... this just sealed the deal for me” he mutters, though it’s loud and clear for you

from that moment forward, you can’t help but admit.... you’ve fallen for park minhyuk

suddenly when you’re sitting next to him in class, all you can think about is his quiet squeaky laugh as he makes you watch funny videos on his phone

suddenly you’re wanting to be in that jacket of his more

and even when he scolds you for forgetting your jacket again, you snuggle unabashedly into the warmth of his clothes and he can’t pretend he doesn’t like seeing you wearing his clothes often

he’s sneaking glances of you when you come to watch him practice, always showing off in the subtlest of ways just to impress you

schooling his expression into something he’d think is sexy, and what moonbin would call “constipated”

but shhhh moonbin u think it is kinda sexy,,, in a constipated way

plus, it’s not like you don’t just end up completely entranced by his moves when he’s really into it

you often imagine yourself, and you’d never admit this aloud, dancing with him

sometimes a particularly beautiful song will come on and you’d find yourself zoning out, imaging him holding you, moving with you, dancing as if you’re made to mold together

it’s the night before the competition when minhyuk calls you

he’s asked you to come to his practice this time instead of having you come without invitation because he wants to be sure you’ll be there

he tells you that he’d bought you dinner, and that he just wanted you to tell him if he needed to fix any part of his dance

even though he had perfected it weeks ago, he still agonized over it

you really just want to bop him upside the head and tell him that no, there was nothing to fix. there was never anything to fix because he was perfect

still, you do as told, sitting up against the mirror that he faces when he dances

it feels so different compared to sitting against one of the walls like you usually do, because you can see all of his expressions clear as day

you watch as he stops in the middle of his routine, taking in a few deep breaths as he tries to regain his energy

“minhyuk-” “i don’t think it’s good enough yet”

you frown, “it’s perfect, minhyuk!”

he just looks at you with a dejected look, “you have to say that.... you’re my friend”

you frown and set your orange chicken to the side, crawling across the floor to where he’s now crouched and taking a swig of water

when you’re within inches of him, you hold out a hand “you wanna see not good enough? put on a song and dance with me”

he looks at you for a moment and laughs, “what?”

you shrug at him and head over to the stereo, putting his playlist on shuffle and laughing when a particularly cheesy 2000′s r&b song comes on

you watch as minhyuk cringes, trying to muffle his laughs as you start to dance over to him, looking extremely awkward yet managing to lift his spirit in seconds

he’s so attracted to your personality,,, you just have a light that makes him look twice

so he takes you up on your offer and decides to dance with you, knowing he looks super goofy and knowing if any of the boys walked in he’d be roasted within an inch of his life but he still,,,, has fun

anyone would argue it’s simply because it’s you and when is he not willing to make a fool of himself just to make you laugh i mean

the kid is just...... gone... for u

you two are just dancing like this, acting like a pair of dummies to like,,, sexy can i or somethin

and then the music ends as a softer song plays and you and minhyuk fall to the floor in a fit of breathless giggles

you land first and he lands across your tummy, effectively weighing you down to the wooden floor and making you swat at him just so he’ll let you breathe

he slowly slides off of you, laying down on his side beside you instead

“thank you” he says softly, smiling so big that you think it might tear his face in two

you just reach up a hand to his face and comb his hair from his sweaty forehead, smiling back just a little smaller bc you’ve only been this close to him once before and your heart wasn’t beating as fast as that time

there’s a calmness over you, a burst of confidence that you’re not sure where it comes from and you’re a little scared to see what it’ll drive you to do

but you rest your hand on his cheek, his eyes never leaving yours

“can i kiss you?” you both ask at the same time

and then burst into another fit of giggles

minhyuk looks both totally embarrassed and totally flattered, knowing that he wasn’t the only one feeling anything right then

“yeah... uh... let’s just...” minhyuk starts, trying to find the right words

(of which he doesn’t get to finish doing because you’ve already cut him off with a kiss..... it’s ok bud)

(if moonbin was here, he’d probably scream)

(if soonyoung was here, he would probably take pictures like a proud mother) (that’s weird, soonyoung) (don’t do that)

from this moment on, you could say you and minhyuk begin to engage in some,,, sor t of courting

i say “some sort” because if you thought minhyuk would get any better at being around you after kissing you then,, heh

the poor bean is just a bundle of nerves every time he’s around you!!! like even more so!!! bc he hasn’t dated much in his young life and he likes you a heck of a lot

most dates he went on back in high school were with ppl his friends would set him up with, which usually either ended in him being turned down or the other way around

but you? he’d be crushed if this didn’t work out

he takes most of his dating tips from the older boys which is a Bad idea but he also doesn’t have many reliable sources to begin with i mean

his mom suggested a good date idea would be bringing you home for scrabble night

so, needless to say, your first couple of dates are just some awkward mixture of candlelight dinners in stuffy clothes and movie dates where he’s spent half an hour debating if he should put his arm around you or not

but one day, you’ve had enough

and you suggest a date at the arcade

and jesus christ you never knew minhyuk was this competitive asufheoihfi

he loosens up so much playing around with you, whether shooting baskets at the basketball game or trying to slice off the other’s fingers during a game of air hockey

you actually end up winning the most tickets tho, much to his pouting dismay

that is, up until you combine all your tickets and buy him a giant stuffed panda

“i’m the luckiest guy in this arcade tonight :)” “you’re on a date with me, of course you are”

you and minhyuk just have this natural best friend kind of relationship?? like if no one ever told jinjin that you two were together, he’d be none the wiser

you and minhyuk: *eskimo kissing while snuggled against each other*

jinjin: aw i love friendship :)

but it’s just expected that you two are mostly distant pda wise, unless you two are alone

if you are alone, you have to kind of ease minhyuk into initiating skinship with you

but from there? u don’t have to ask

he’s got a hand on you always

he just likes having u close. it’s a pisces thing

sometimes he jokes that after a few years into your relationship, he would be comfortable enough to hold hands with you in public (at least most of you hopes he’s joking)

he doesn’t take nearly as long to get comfortable with you, though he often felt bad when he’d see a couple in public hugging or one with their arm around the other, and he just wasn’t sure he was ready for that

but you had assured him countless times that you’d wait. that you would never go so far that he could not follow

and minhyuk likes that you don’t try to force him. he likes that he can comfortably mold with you

often times, you feel as if you need to guide him along,,, which can be a bit tricky

bc while you do want to be there for him, there are times you wished he would be more assertive

when you guys fight, it’s only after days of bubbling tension that boils over

minhyuk would often brush you off if he was annoyed with something you did, while you were one to confront him

his passiveness would start to crumble after a while of this

when minhyuk gets into arguments with you, it’s one of the few other times you see him get so passionate

he comes at you full of emotion like a hurricane of upset that you had no idea you’d let loose

and at first, it really kind of throws you off

but you notice that minhyuk is the type to try and pretend everything is okay, even if he knows it’s not

if only to keep from facing reality for a little bit

it’s something he hates about himself and he promises he’s working on it

that’s why when you finish fighting, he habitually takes your hands in his and kisses them both, never breaking eye contact with you as he asks “are we okay?”

when you nod, he knows he can survive another day

because you’re both young and you’re both trying to figure this whole thing out, and he’ll figure it out with you because he doesn’t want to lose you. he won’t let himself sabotage one of the best things that has happened to him. not ever

minhyuk tells you about switching majors a few weeks after you get together

he explains that while he had initially intended to stay in school as a business major and land a stable job so that his parents’ work wouldn’t be in vain, the dance club was the most fun he ever had at school

moonbin, being a dance major, had also tried to encourage minhyuk to pursue his dream

every sign was pointing toward switching, but minhyuk didn’t want to let his parents down

so you decided you’d go with him to talk to his parents

you’d met them once before, so they already had a positive view of you, but from the way minhyuk talked about disappointing them, you were legitimately worried they’d be mad or something

it’s only when minhyuk sits them down and tells them that..... well.....

“oh? is that all?”

minhyuk is O.O

his parents look completely unbothered, “if that’s what you wanna do, do it honey” “you mean.... you’re not upset? being a dance major doesn’t promise a stable career” “we didn’t spend our lives working to send you to school to do the safe thing, we did it so you could do what makes you happy”

you just smile brightly next to minhyuk, rubbing his shoulders as he lets the info sink in, and then he just can’t stop thanking them for loving and caring for him so much

you can tell changing his major just makes minhyuk become so much brighter, literally

every time you see him, he’s sparkling and so happy

he loves that he’s dancing for more than just a side hobby and that he can focus on what he wants, and while you miss him in your boring business class, you can bet he’s waiting outside in the hall for you after class each day

...even though he only has fifteen minutes to book it to his next class

you love him but he really is quite a romantic dolt sometimes

you love seeing your dancing machine so happy, and if he’s happy, so are you

enjoy him!!! he will love you to the moon (bin) and back

#majwrites #put all the tags #rocky scenarios #park minhyuk scenarios #rocky imagine #park minhyuk imagine #rocky au #park minhyuk au #college boyfriend rocky #boyfriend rocky #park minhyuk #rocky #astro #astro scenarios #astro imagines #astro au #college boyfriend astro #boyfriend astro #is that enough tags you fiend

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buddicat · 3 years

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eclipse chapter 1!!

Dongmin paced around in his room. There's no way Sanha is the sun, there must be no way. He's probably just insane, Dongmin thought. As Bin walked into Dongmin's room, he laughed. "Still can't get over Sanha saying he's the sun?" Bin asked. Dongmin had been too lost in his thoughts to hear Bin. Dongmin finally got back to his senses and looked at Bin. "Well, you don't have to believe everything Sanha says. Sometimes, he can be a bit insane and nonsense. It's probably one of those times again." Bin said. Dongmin thought. "Yeah, I guess so." Dongmin said.

As Dongmin spent the rest of his day in his room, he also spent all day trying to figure out whether Sanha was actually the sun or vice-versa. But, even if what Sanha said was true, the rest of ASTRO wouldn't believe him, nor would they even pay attention to him. Dongmin knew that; everybody knew that. Dongmin knew that taking Sanha's side while Sanha spewed absolute nonsense would get them both punished. And, of course, Dongmin knew that; everybody knew that.

Sanha would call himself the 'Star of Shine', but nobody believed it. Not even Dongmin himself. But, Dongmin raised suspicions that this was true, when he heard Bin calling Sanha 'Star of Shine' in the hallway one day. Dongmin didn't believe anything Sanha said at first, but now, this may have gotten real, and that Sanha is trying to say something. Of course, it left Dongmin with the urge to find out who Sanha really was. Dongmin wasn't the type of person to completely abandon an ongoing case - in his eyes, of course.

Then, Bin called himself the 'Bright Night-rock'. And just like Sanha's problem, Dongmin didn't believe this either. He just thought that Bin and Sanha made up really silly code names - those childish men, Dongmin thought. He had wished that the past Dongmin would've just believed it, he just wanted his past self to believe it. Everyday, he'd roam recklessly around the block of the Fantagio building, muttering to himself, "Lee Dongmin. Everything is false. You must not believe Bin and Sanha. They're just playing."

'They're just playing.'

Dongmin wished that he'd never lie to himself like that ever again. Dongmin knew that Sanha was serious - including Bin - from the very start. He'd just mentally make up excuses to lie to himself. One day, when Minhyuk accused Dongmin of breaking Myungjun's phone - which he actually did, he just said, "Sanha did it." - Sanha, poor Sanha. Every time Dongmin did something and cause a scene, he'd just frame Sanha for almost everything. Sanha wasn't the kind of person to fight back at an accusement. One day, Jinwoo took note of this and raised suspicions.

Of course, Dongmin had finally surrendered one day, and apologized to Sanha. Dongmin had been very bad at lying, so that's why Jinwoo noticed this immediately. Sanha had Dongmin as his favorite hyung, but out of the blue, lately, Dongmin had been rude to Sanha. He suspected this was because of a weird mutation in the universe's stars, which was announced months ago. Every time he saw a star, Sanha would wish for his hyung to be nice again. Dongmin had heard Sanha's wish one day, and started to tear up and become more nice to Sanha.

"Sanha. Where is my phone?" Dongmin asked, staring into Sanha's eyes. "I don't know." Sanha shrugged. Dongmin grasped Sanha's shoulders as Sanha let out a small yelp. "Liar. Where is my phone?" Dongmin asked. "I-I don't know!" Sanha repeated. Dongmin's grip on Sanha got harder and firmer. "You're just lying to me. Last time I saw my phone, you were on it. Where is it?" Dongmin asked. "Hyung, that was Bin-hyung's phone. I don't know anything!" Sanha's voice got louder. Dongmin then punched Sanha, which got everyone's attention.

"Dongmin! Why did you do that? Sanha wasn't lying!" Bin yelled. Dongmin looked at him. "He wasn't lying?" Dongmin asked. "Dongmin, we didn't raise Sanha to lie." Myungjun said. "Okay then." Dongmin huffed and walked away. "Hey! Lee Dongmin! Apologize!" Jinwoo yelled. Sanha was still on the floor, getting up and grasping Jinwoo's arm. "Hyung, no.." Sanha coughed as a small amount of blood trickled down his jaw. "Sanha, it's not alright! Dongmin just punched you.." Jinwoo pulled his arm from Sanha and walked towards Dongmin's room.

Dongmin wished he should've done it, yet he did. Dongmin never gave back Sanha the love Sanha deserved. Dongmin would be cold, sometimes he'd not. It was confusing to others, but to Sanha, it was normal. Dongmin was not that understandable, and he was not that normal. Nobody could decipher his weird moans in his sleep, nobody could even understand what he says during breakfast. They thought it was just because Dongmin just woke up - but it became a habit. Moaning in his sleep, mumbling in the morning. It was abnormal.

"Hyung! Dinner's ready!" the faint voice of Bin yelled from downstairs. "Coming!" Dongmin yelled back. The pressure overcame its fear of Dongmin, as Dongmin started sweating. Will Sanha forgive me? Dongmin paused for a second. His hand that once overlapped with the door handle he retreated, as he got worried. The thought of Sanha being mad at him scared him. The once happy Sanha, turning into the mad and cold type. Dongmin wouldn't want that, no one would want that. They all wanted Sanha to be extroverted and warm-hearted, just like how Dongmin used to be.

"Hyung! Come down!" the used-to-be faint voice of Bin got louder. "Coming!" Dongmin yelled. Then after a while, Bin slammed open the door. "Hyung, the food is getting cold. Come here!" Bin tugged at Dongmin's sweater. Dongmin sighed and followed after Bin. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks. "I'll just fix the stuff I left in my bedroom." Dongmin said. Bin scowled. "Fine. Make it quick." Bin sighed. Dongmin nodded and ran to his room. There he slammed open the door, and the book about the universe was right infront of him. He tucked it under his bed.

"Lee Dongmin!" Bin was so frustrated that he didn't even call Dongmin 'hyung'. "Yes!" Dongmin ran out the room and went infront of Bin. "How much stuff did you have scattered on your floor?" Bin started huffing. Dongmin started to sweat. "I was just reading books. I had alot on the floor-" "Bin hyung! We're finished eating!" the voice of Sanha yelled from the first floor. "Let's just go." Bin scoffed and walked down the stairs. Dongmin nodded sheepishly and followed after Bin.

"Bin hyung! Why'd you do that?" Minhyuk yelled, as Bin laughed. Of course, they were playing a game of rock paper scissors to decide who gets the last snack. Bin screamed in victory, as he forcefully ran to the snack on the counter, leaving Minhyuk, dissatisfied. "The rock just picked rock in rock paper scissors and lost." Bin tiptoed to his room while firmly gripping onto the snack, so that he can't wake up the sleeping Myungjun next to his room. Minhyuk sighed. "Well, at least he can suffer by having to be quiet." Minhyuk laughed.

And, of course, Sanha was asleep aswell. As Minhyuk and Jinwoo walked upstairs, Dongmin stayed on the first floor. He gently tapped the cat who was next to him on the couch. The cat meowed softly. "If only you knew your owner was the sun." Dongmin said. "If only you knew." The cat dropped to the ground and ran back to the upper floor. Dongmin followed after it. Well enough, the cat went into Sanha's room. Dongmin walked to his room and closed the door. He opened the lights and brought out the book about the universe he was reading out from the bed.

Dongmin spent the night writing in notes his theories about Sanha being the sun, as he partly read the book about the universe. "The Sun's light can be split up into a spectrum of colors, most often seen as a rainbow. In the 19th Century, astronomers studying this rainbow realised that it contained dark bands.." Dongmin read out loud. Colors. Red is his anger. Orange is his creativity. Yellow is his joy. Green is his disgust. Blue is his sadness. Purple is his fear, and black is his insanement. Dongmin wrote down on the notes.

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As soon as he finished reading the chapter about the sun, he looked out the window. It was the sun, shining bright. As Dongmin quietly opened the door, he went over to Sanha's room. As he opened the door, Sanha wasn't in his room. "Day boy." Dongmin said. As he went to the first floor, Sanha wasn't seen either. "Wh..what? Where is he?" Dongmin yawned and stretched. "Oh man, I need to get sleep." Dongmin said. As he walked on the stairs, Jinwoo was coming down. "Hyung? What brings you here?" Dongmin asked. "Dongmin, it's 10:52 am." Jinwoo yawned.

Dongmin sighed. "Hyung, Sanha is missing." Dongmin cleared his throat. "W-what? Dongmin, Sanha might just be in his room, or in the toilet. What makes you think he's gone?" Jinwoo asked. "Hyung, I checked his room and no one was there. He's not even here." Dongmin said. "Oh dear.." Jinwoo worried. "When did you wake up?" Dongmin gulped. "I...didn't sleep." Dongmin said. "Oh. Why didn't you sleep?" Jinwoo asked. "I was busy reading books." Dongmin yawned. "You silly old bookworm." Jinwoo scolded Dongmin gently. "Come on, let's look for Sanha."

Dongmin and Jinwoo looked in different parts of the house, hoping to find Sanha, but they didn't find him. Then, the door suddenly opened. Dongmin looked outside, and it was the one and only Sanha, looking exhausted and panting. "Where were you?" Dongmin asked in a scolding manner. Dongmin saw the faint lump in Sanha's throat. "I...was having a run around the block-" "Sanha!" Dongmin and Sanha looked behind them and saw Bin. Bin ran to Sanha and grabbed his arm. Bin pulled Sanha to the back of the wall.

Dongmin got confused and walked towards Jinwoo. "What's up with them?" Dongmin asked Jinwoo. "I dunno. For some reason, Bin and Sanha have been really close lately." Jinwoo shrugged it off. Dongmin started wondering. If Bin was the moon, or Sanha was the sun, then was there a chance that Bin and Sanha were helping eachother hide their identities? "Dongmin. Minhyuk is calling you from upstairs." the blunt voice of Jinwoo whispered in Dongmin's ear. Then, Minhyuk ran down the stairs. "Hyung! Why's Sanha so distant from us lately?" Minhyuk asked.

Dongmin had a dream. A dream where Sanha was the sun. A dream where Bin was the moon. But, to Dongmin, it turned out to be real. He lived in a world where Sanha was the sun. A world where Bin was the moon. But to Dongmin, he couldn't change it. But, neither could Sanha or Bin. They lived in an exhausting world, where they had turns to run away from home and fly to the sky, just to care for the living humans on earth. But, even if it was true, no one, not even the most silliest member Myungjun, would believe it.

It would be straight up nonsense to tell everybody 'Sanha is the sun', or 'Bin is the moon'. It would be abnormal for humans who are just fine to be a star and a rock. It was completely abnormal; nobody would believe him. Nobody would believe a tale just like that. But, it wasn't just a tale this time, it was...real. Years ago, that had Dongmin know that no one would believe a joke, Sanha had told Jinwoo "I am the sun". Jinwoo, of course, didn't believe it. Jinwoo isn't the foolish type of person, while Sanha isn't the lying type of person.

Dongmin knew - everybody knew - that saying weird things would make you insane. It wasn't too surprising. "Good morning!" the yawn of Myungjun echoed throughout the house. "Good morning, hyung." Dongmin greeted. "Good morning." Jinwoo playfully nudged Myungjun. "Where's Bin and Sanha?" Myungjun asked. Dongmin looked at the wall. "I guess they're stilltalking about something." Dongmin replied. "Welp, 'kay." Myungjun said and walked towards the kitchen.

"Yoon Sanha! Get yourself together!" the hurtful voice of Bin yelled. Sanha felt tears stream down his face. "I-I'm sorry, I thought the hyungs weren't awake yet.." Sanha whimpered. "You idiot! You should've came back earlier!" Bin shouted. He punched Sanha to the floor, as blood started trickling from Sanha's jaw. "B-Bin hyung-" Bin cut off Sanha by punching him again, as Sanha coughed blood. "I-I'm sorry I d-didn't d-do be-bett-better, h-hyung.." Sanha started to cry. "What's going on?" Dongmin's head peeked from the curtain, as his jaw dropped.

"Bin!" Dongmin shouted. Dongmin grabbed Bin's shirt and punched him. Bin fell to the ground, as Dongmin growled. Dongmin looked at Sanha, as he charged for Bin again. Then he felt a firm grasp on his arm. "Hyung, no.." Sanha coughed. Dongmin growled - until saliva fell from his mouth - but he was able to console himself. He sat down on a chair and grasped his forehead. He could feel the heat rising from his head. Bin sat up and sighed. "Bin, control your temper again next time!" Dongmin scoffed. Bin sighed.

"Look, it wasn't my fault. I couldn't stop it." Bin sighed. "Excuses." Dongmin muttered under his breath. Sanha felt blood continue to drop from his mouth as he stood up. "Why can't you two just make up?" Sanha asked. He walked towards Bin, until Dongmin blocked him. "Stop." Sanha growled. Dongmin, in defeat, pulled away his hand, as Sanha walked towards Bin. "You good?" Bin asked. "You punched me which made me hurt, now you ask me if I'm okay?" Sanha scoffed. He walked away.

Sanha, rather than resting after a long morning he's had, paced around his room at a fast speed. "What will I do? Eunwoo hyung knows who I really am now." Sanha started to worry. Was there still time to protect his identity? "Breakfast is ready.." Jinwoo yelled from downstairs. "Coming!" Sanha yelled back. He ran from his room and to the kitchen. As he sat down on the chair, Minhyuk noticed the bruise on his face. "You good, Sanha?" Minhyuk asked. Sanha looked at Minhyuk. "Oh, it's nothing, hyung."

Minhyuk sighed. "We have a concert today. How will we perform if you have that bruise?" Minhyuk sighed. Then, Dongmin looked at Sanha and sighed. "Bin, did you even realize that?" Dongmin asked Bin, who was behind the wall. Bin sighed. "Yes." Bin muttered. Dongmin scowled. "So you bruised Sanha on purpose so we wouldn't perform?" Dongmin's fists hardened. Bin took a deep breath. "No." Bin replied. "N-no?!" Dongmin dug his fingers in the wall. "What do you mean 'no'?!" Dongmin screamed.

"It was just unexpected. As if the Bright Night-rock's spirit possessed me there for a minute." Bin mumbled. "The....Bright Night-rock?" Dongmin asked. Bin looked at him. "You heard me?" Bin asked. "I thought you weren't listening to me." Bin added. Dongmin scoffed. "How could I ignore you if your voice was as loud as music that was at one-hundred percent with headphones?" Dongmin teasingly asked. Bin laughed sarctastically. "Look, hyung, my voice wasn't that loud. I was talking to myself." Bin said.

"There you go, making excuses again." Dongmin cackled. "Again?" Bin asked. "What do you mean 'again'?" Bin asked. Dongmin laughed as he waked towards Bin. "Listen, Bin. Stop lying. You know what happens if the hyungs find out that you lied." Dongmin threatened Bin. Bin cackled. "You really thought I'd not know that? I'll just risk everything just to cover my shenanigans." Bin spat. Dongmin grit his teeth. "Bin, you really think that I'm gonna let this slide?" Dongmin growled. Bin laughed.

"Lunch is ready!" Jinwoo exclaimed. He brought the plates to the table. Suddenly, he paused and looked at Sanha. "What happened to your face?" Jinwoo asked. Sanha sighed. "Who did this?" Jinwoo asked. "Who?!" Jinwoo yelled. "Bin hyung." Sanha sighed. Jinwoo's teeth grit. "Bin!" Jinwoo yelled. "Oh damn." Bin muttered. Jinwoo ran to Bin and punched him. "You hit Sanha!" Jinwoo yelled. "Fine. Yes, I did." Bin spat. Jinwoo growled. "And you knew we had a performance today?" Jinwoo asked.

"....no." Bin replied. ".....what's this man saying?" Jinwoo asked, confused. "He's saying nonsense." Dongmin scoffed. "That's not nonsense, hyungs. Bin hyung's telling the truth." Sanha sighed. Dongmin looked at him. "Do you have anything to say, Sanha?" Dongmin asked. Sanha sighed. "I told you all, I am the sun, the Star of Shine, who helped Bin protect his identity from the Rockhunters that were on the loose." Sanha's voice softened as tears formed in his eyes. "....Sanha?" Jinwoo asked.

"Bin, is this true?" Dongmin asked. Bin cocked his head to the side and looked at the now crying Sanha. Bin took a eep breath. "Yes." Bin felt a small tear fall from the corner of his eye. Jinwoo sighed. "Now that both of you are saying it's true, I have no choice but to believe it." Jinwoo sighed. He looked at Sanha, who felt guilty. "It's fine. We'll help prevent the Rockhunters from locating Bin." Dongmin smiled faintly. Sanha lifted his head up and looked at Dongmin. "Really, hyung?" Sanha's eyes widened.

Dongmin laughed. "Really." Dongmin pat Sanha's fluffy hair. Bin smiled. "Thanks, hyung." Bin said. Dongmin replied with a nod. As Jinwoo walked to the kitchen, Myungjun leaned against the wall. "What'cha doin', leader-nim?" Myungjun enthusiastically shot a finger gun at Jinwoo. "Hyung, I need to tell you something." Jinwoo said. "Sanha is the Star of Shine and is helping Bin protect his identity from the Rockhunters." Jinwoo whispered into Myungjun's ear. "We've got our own humanplanets at home?! Brilliant!" Myungjun exclaimed loudly - a little too loud.

"Hyung, what does MJ hyung mean?" Minhyuk yelled from across the floor. "Oh dear." Jinwoo sighed. "Rocky heard it." Jinwoo looked at Myungjun. "Stay quiet, hyung!" Jinwoo shushed Myungjun.

"You just need to help me."

#astro #fanfiction

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soft-slow-blue · 6 years

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happy 2018! read below for some end-of-year thoughts, a lot of sappy btob love, and shoutouts.

2017 was a hard year, in more ways than one. it was certainly a very tough year, globally speaking, but it was also very hard for me personally. I moved back to my home country after over two years abroad. I started a new job in a new city. I ended a six-year friendship that had turned toxic. I poured too much of myself into my work, suffered several mental breakdowns because of it, and had to come to grips with the fact that, despite my best efforts to pretend otherwise, that I was not okay. I learned the hard way that refusing to seek help is not a sign of strength - it’s just another way that we continue to hurt ourselves.

outside of regular therapy, I coped by getting back into kpop. since college, kpop had been a way for me to escape when my problems become too much. watching these beautiful celebrities with their carefully manicured personalities allowed me to pretend everything was fine, even when it clearly was not. the fact that I was using these groups as a distraction from my real life meant, though, that I was not particularly attached to any of them. sure, I liked some groups for their musical talent and their humor, and I would support and applaud them in their endeavors, but I never felt the need to declare myself as a fan, or to talk to other people about them.

then, in mid-september, I encountered btob for the first time, and that all changed.

I didn’t find btob the way that I usually discover new groups. I didn’t click on one of their music videos or hear a song of theirs on spotify. instead, I came across them while watching monsta x-ray. at first, I was confused by their guest appearance. monsta x is already so loud and funny, I thought. what can this new group possibly teach them?

yeah. they proved me very wrong. and that was with only five out of seven members present.

after that, I was intrigued, and kept looking into the group. I watched a few music videos and enjoyed them, and giggled at their appearance on amigo tv (sungjae catching the gummy that was meant for ilhoon is still one of my favorite moments, hands down). but it wasn’t until I came across their appearance on “hello counselor” that I realized, this group is different.

I watched the episode avidly, charmed by peniel’s personality and the easy way that he joked with the hosts about his hair loss. I laughed, along with everyone else, as he exposed (?) eunkwang for calling him a football and a globe (sidebar: when will btob ever let eunkwang live?). then, as eunkwang, minhyuk, and hyunsik expressed their genuine concerns for peniel, I found myself tearing up a little bit, though I am usually not a crier. the level of care that they showed peniel, and the candidness with which they revealed the unseen challenges of the idol industry - it affected me very deeply. by the time that their segment was over, I knew that I was a goner.

(it was also the moment that minhyuk cemented himself as my bias, but that’s a story for another time).

this was the first time I wanted to support a group beyond just streaming their videos from time to time. this was the first time that a group motivated me to actually participate in the fandom. this was the first time that I pushed myself to connect with other fans, and made friends who also loved btob.

it has now been just over three months since I first got into btob. every day, I think that I could not possibly love them any more, and then they do something to prove me entirely wrong. I have never laughed more deeply with any other group, nor felt as fiercely proud and protective. their music reassures me that things will be alright when I cannot tell myself the same. the love that they show each other and their fans inspires me to offer the same to the important people in my life.

I will remember 2017 as a year of challenges. but I will also remember 2017 as the year that I fell in love with btob, and for that, I am incredibly grateful. thank you, for continuing to make the music that you care about, for giving so much love to your fans, for being a close and affectionate family. you surprise me daily with your talents, your humor, and your willingness to just be your strange, wonderful, lovable selves. I have learned so much from watching you. you make me want to be a kinder person, to reach out to people, to celebrate the things that we love.

you have done so, so well this year. I am so proud of all of you, and wish you nothing but the greatest happiness and success. see you in the new year.

and finally, thank you also to everyone on tumblr who has made my experience in the fandom wonderful.

shoutout to @kwangie for putting up with my awkward first forays into tumblr messaging and introducing me to btob’s excellent japanese discography. @ddonggeun, thanks for responding to my weird asks and sharing my (poor) sense of humor ^^ at least we can forever agree that hyunsik...could be making better fashion choices. @softki you are super super kind and caring and your posts about kihyun (aka my monsta x bias) always make me smile! @irishthanhy we haven’t talked much, but I really appreciated you reaching out to me and telling me where to find subbed episodes of “unexpected heroes”! I hope all these minhyuk gifs continue to brighten your day~ @sungjaesgf you are the sweetest spreader of btob love ever, and I always enjoy talking with you! I don’t know how you managed to tell that I have an intimidating stare (confirmed by irl friend) by simply chatting with me, but I guess sungjae isn’t the only psychic out there, hehe. @eunk1 seeing your messages always makes me happy when you have time to drop by tumblr, and you always say the most lovely and caring things! @riversonfire, my fellow minhyuk lover and pretzel sister, I love our long convos about btob, suju, and just about everything else.

further shoutouts to mutuals (apologies if I missed anyone - please let me know if I did!): @hyunsiks-eyesmile @squirrel-minhyuk @withyook @lovebtob @meloversee I am a grandma when it comes to tumblr and I often forget to press “like” (it’s nothing personal - I also fail to do this on instagram all the time), but I love and appreciate all of you so much.

and thank you to everyone for 300 followers!! I never thought I’d get this far when I started this blog about a month ago. please feel free to message me anytime, and I hope I can continue to make content that makes your day just a little bit brighter.

#I talk about btob the way that other people talk about meeting 'the one'#but that's basically how I feel about them #they own my whole heart #if you read to the end #thanks for reading my entirely too long essay!#btob #eunkwang #minhyuk #changsub #hyunsik #peniel #ilhoon #sungjae #my writing #happy 2018!#for anyone who actually reads all of my tags #here's a fun fact about me #my hair was ombre'd blue for about a month before I became a fan of btob #I was going to start changing it every couple of months #because I've always half-dreamed of having hot pink hair #despite the fact that my mom would hate it #but then I became a melody and liked the blue a lot #so I've kept it since then #and now it makes me smile whenever I catch my hair in the mirror #I may not be able to see them in concert #but I can wear my own little piece of the slow blue ocean wherever I go #okay that was sappier than anything written in the actual post #this is why I hide my thoughts in tags lmao

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lovebtob · 6 years

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btob unsolved

shane: changsub, peniel probably, ilhoon(fake), sungjae

ryan: EUNKWANG, minhyuk, hyunsik, ILHOON

eunkwang

screaming just constant screaming at literally everything that moves

like i love this boy but he really wouldn’t do much else

he’d try to start off brave and ready to protect his Kids but as soon as the wind blows or something creaks he loses it completely (poor baby)

kwang would literally attach himself to puni

'protect me w ur big shoulders'

puni would have bruises from how hard kwang holds onto him ;;;

eunkwang will finally find calm but then a bug appears and the rest of btob is back at square one trying to calm him down

he'd suffer the most from changjae’s shenanigans and end up jumping 10 feet in the air any time either of them did anything

minhyuk

min is rolling his eyes at kwang as if saying to the ghosts 'take a look at this guy he's so dumb and i love him'

he believes but isn’t scared he’s too busy looking after his kids

min will ask if u wanna hold his hand before going somewhere

he'll try to save puni from kwang for a bit

and his instinct when something scary happens is to protect u

he's the one counting his kids at any given moment

'do we have 7 yes okay we're still good'

mins fear isnt ghosts its losing his children

changsub

sub doesn't believe but gets scared

sub freaking himself out accidentally

sub would move and be like "WHAT WAS THAT'

sungjae: that was you

he’d try to pretend nothing was wrong ‘ghosts aren’t even real there’s nothing to be scared of’ but he’d hide behind the nearest member any time he heard something

most of the time that something is sungjae trying to scare him

he tries to scare sungjae back but fails most of the time (he mainly succeeds in scaring sungjae by accident)

hyunsik

hyunsik is like ryan as a believer but shane bc he doesn't get freaked out

sik is actually interested in trying to communicate w the spirits and trying to figure out if he can help them or learn from them and stuff

siks the guy whos chill and stuff but suddenly stands rock still and is like "be quiet" and it makes everyone SO ANXIOUS

sik would drag hoon down super creepy corridors bc ‘this looks interesting!’ ‘oooh this is so cool’ ‘let’s go look in the basement hoonie~’

he’d stay away from kwang bc he’s yelling too much and he just shakes his head at changjae’s nonsense

bc he’s actually interested in ghosts he stays off to the side a bit bc btob r noisy fucks !

he helps puni film a bit but is more interested in working their other equipment to find the ghosts

peniel

puni just doesn't care

like he wouldn’t say he believes exactly but he’s not aggressively against the concept of ghosts and stuff

puni is just rolling his eyes but also giggling at everyone else bc they're precious

he would laugh at everyone but also be the one to comfort kwang when he’s legitimately about to shit himself from fear

he’s also lowkey keeping an eye on everyone and counting members w min to make sure everyone is still there

sometimes he gets mischievous and scares ppl by yelling “BOO” really loudly

he’s also one to go ‘ooooooooh~~’ anytime they enter a new room/place and adds the classic spooky vibes to everything

the most reliable filmer of the entire debacle

tries to interview ghosts

ilhoon

hoon totally thinks he's shane but is lowkey ryan

hoon says he doesn't believe but he secretly does

also secretly gets spooked sometimes and tries to hide it

sik just giggles softly at him 'u sure u don't believe huh?'

and hoon scoffs but also takes his hand ;;

hoon gets so nervous when they do their rare demon one but he hides it by being super loud and aggressive

and kwang is like 'STOP YELLING AT THE DEMON"

and hoons like 'the demon can suck my dick'

hoon being loud and then a ghost makes a noise behind him or smth and rlly loudly he’s just “IM SORRY U DONT HAVE TO SUCK MY DICK IM SORRY IM”

tbh hoon also lowkey antagonises the demons and ghosts to freak out kwang

and min's just like 'don't make it worse ohmygod'

but a lot of that bravado is to hide the fact that he’s scared~

sungjae

sungjae is lowkey a boogiac

like sub he doesn’t believe (or says he doesn’t) but gets freaked out by things

sungjae: "haha thats fucking dumb" *changsub sneezes* "WHAT THE FUCCCKCKCKC"

sungjae would definitely pull a shane and be like “hey demons this is seo eunkwang if you’re here grab his wrist” and kwang would literally lose his shit

honestly he’d try to freak all the members out but mainly ends up in a scare off battle w sub

sungjae: “if u don't believe why u screaming subbie hyung~”

legit him n sub r just constantly freaking out and then teasing each other going “I thought u didn’t believe~”

changjae would be spending so much time & attention scaring each other that actual paranormal shit would happen and they wouldn’t know

basically 10/10 btob unsolved would be a complete mess and an utter disaster and i would pay good money to see it

#btob #btobnetwork #buzzfeed unsolved #btob unsolved #ot7 #long post #mine #shoutout to the net for having this convo w me and coming up w all these ideas #love u all so much #sldjfhsdjh this is nearly 1k words this is what i do w my life

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hwiyyoung · 6 years

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Yes poor bb it looks so fried. That’s what I don’t get. Some idols (Jooheon, Minhyuk, e’dawn) manage to get away with bleaching their hair constantly and it never looks dead but others (hui, wonho, yoongi) really suffer from the bleach. EDAWNS HAIR LOOKS SO NICE AND ALIVE AND HES BEEN BLONDE FOR BASICALLY A YEAR NOW - valentine

a lot depends on the state of your hair! my hair is naturally coarse so even after bleaching it three or four times it still looks and feels fine but one of my friends with really thin hair bleached it once and now it breaks off all the time - I’m guessing e’dawn has really thick hair then lol! but yeah idk how idols manage to keep their roots so nice like I bleached my full head once and I’m never doing it again bc it was so painful 😫 do you dye your hair at all?

#secret valentine #replies

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mx-reactions · 7 years

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Hello I love your blog it's amazing ❤️ i am interested in your opinion on what type of girls monstax would suit or who would they would go for like personality / look wise.

Hello! Thank you ilysm

The types of girls they would date (personality/looks)

((i won’t put a lot on looks bc they wouldn’t really care much))

Shownu

personality;

i think our papa bear would like someone who is very chilled out

someone who’s not TOO energetic and all over the place

just someone he can chill with

someone who’s not too loud

but someone who is not awkward

because our hyunwoo is a little awkward himself at times, so awkward + awkward is just.. awkward

he’d like someone who was on the mature side and not childish

although if his s/o did aegyo for him, he’d melt on the inside

looks;

someone in the middle of feminine and boyish

like he wouldn’t like it if she was a complete tomboy, but also wouldn’t like it if she was too feminine and girly

just in the middle

other than that idk what to add i feel like he doesn’t mind looks at all

(putting this under the cut cuz it’s long af)

Wonho

personality;

hoseok would want someone who is a little bit childish, but can be mature at times too when needed

when i say childish i don’t mean someone who does a lot of aegyo or acts all cute like a child

i mean someone who likes to have fun without a care in the world

((e.g. if you were walking at a part and saw a swing/slide, he’d prefer it if you gasped and ran towards it, getting on the swing and having contests of who could swing higher, instead of someone who would look at it and then walk past it. )) ( this is just an example )

he would like someone who is very open minded

someone who doesn’t judge other people for whatever reasons

someone who would be there to support him and love him no matter what

someone who is comforting and chilled out

someone who is understandable

someone who is not clingy

someone who is humble

someone who would be his best friend as well as his s/o

looks;

he’d be similar to hyunwoo in this aspect

someone in between feminine and tomboyish

although i think he would be linked to the tomboyish side a little more

he’d like it if she had a few piercings/tattoo’s (but not too much, one or two) i think he’d find it cool since he has them too

nothing more to put here tbh

Kihyun

personality;

someone who is gentle

and has a bit of aegyo in her

yet someone who is mature enough

he’d want someone who would depend on him, but also be independent at the same time

his ego would need a little bit of stroking so if a girl showed a little more submissive, dependant side he’d love it

but not all the time, he’d want someone who can take care of herself when he is not there

someone not too clingy

someone mother-like

someone who is kind and gets along with people, doesn’t hold grudges

a good girl

no swearing, smoking, drinking (maybe occasionally)

looks;

unlike hoseok, he’d want someone more on the feminine side

he’d LOVE when you wore skirts and pastel coloured clothes tbh

or cute dresses

he’d want a more natural girl

someone without tattoos/un-natural coloured hair/too much make up/etc

Minhyuk

personality;

he’d want someone who could handle his hyperness

preferably someone who would get hyper with him

to the point where they would roll on the floor laughing at silly things

prank the other members together

someone who is kind and sweet

someone who loves skinship

someone who loves elderly people and children

especially children

someone mother-like basically

someone who would like to go on adventured with him and visit random places that you two saw on the internet

someone cute

looks;

someone who is not too skinny (he said he likes chubby girls)

fashion sense he wouldn’t mind, but prefer it if she was a tiny bit more on the feminine side (e.g. liked to have her hair down and put make up on yet wear a hoodie and ripped jeans)

someone with pale skin (he said that before, not me, just stating facts)

tbh that’s it?

Hyungwon

personality;

someone who is not too hyper and childish

more on the mature side

someone intelligent (e.g. likes to read/write)

someone who is gentle and calm

not too bossy

but independent, he’d want them to take care of themselves

not clingy

but would show affection when he was around

also a good girl, someone who doesn’t swear much or drink or smoke

looks;

feminine (more sexy than cute)

someone natural just like kihyun’s preference

someone on the skinnier side

someone with nice long legs

Jooheon

personality;

someone cute yet mature

to be honest he’d want his s/o to also be his best friend just like hoseok

someone who is open minded

someone who has a bit of aegyo

someone he can rely on when he is stressed, someone that has a very comforting vibe

someone who’s not uptight

someone he could share anything and everything with

someone who has a lot in common with him

he’d love it if they could give their honest opinion on his music, tell him what sounds good and what doesn’t

someone who is very honest and loyal

someone who is not afraid to be themselves and doesn’t put up an act

looks;

more of a casual style, as long as they are comfortable it wouldn’t matter to him what they wear

he’d also thing a few piercings/tattoos would be cool but not necessary ofc

he wouldn’t mind looks so i don’t know what else to add

other than he’d love it if you wore a lot of jeans

he l o v e s how your legs (or booty lmao) look in jeans

I.M

personality;

someone who is like him and who he can relate to

someone who would chill with him

he’d like someone who would prefer to sit in, order pizza and watch movies instead of going to a fancy expensive restaurant for a date

someone who would like video games (either play them or just someone who is interested in them/likes to watch others play e.g. on youtube)

someone who would have the same sense of humour as him

he’d love to share memes with you and laugh until your cheeks feel like they will fall off

someone who is not bossy, he’d hate being bossed around (he already suffers from the members telling him what to do all the time lmao poor maknae)

someone who is humble and kind

looks;

someone more on the tomboyish side

someone who doesn’t dress to impress, basically just someone who dresses however they like without having a care of what other people think

body type wouldn’t matter to him

he really wouldn’t care about looks at all

-L♥

#this took so long omfg #jsdbfjakbjakbajf #i'm gonna commit #monsta x #monsta x reaction #monsta x reactions #shownu #wonho #kihyun #minhyuk #hyungwon #jooheon #changkyun

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jinjikook · 7 years

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Affaires Douées (M)

word count: 7.4k

genre: smut; CEO!minhyuk

pairing: reader/minhyuk

summary: you’re fashion CEO lee minhyuk’s personal assistant, and in deep denial about your well-reasoned attraction to said man. when he reveals he’s had issues taking care of himself, paired with you seeing him lose his temper in front of everyone, it leads you two to take your business relationship to a more personal level.

a/n: this was inspired by this lovely video which had a yelling minhyuk that had me hot and bothered within seconds. please, suffer with me.

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You loved your job.

It was easy enough that you could handle it with minimal effort yet you knew what you did was vitally important to not only your company, but your boss as well.

Your superior was the CEO of the company, a Mr. Lee Minhyuk. You were his head assistant, in charge of making sure all his meetings went smoothly and on schedule and that he was kept up to date with all the latest events in his company.

The business was fashion, a corporation for a clothing line. Mr. Lee had always had a knack for fashion, always having an innate sense of style that compared to no other. It was fresh, unique and still flattering to many. No one knew if it was because Mr. Lee himself was basically an angel when it came to looks or just because he truly knew how to style clothing, but anything and everything he wore and made was spectacular.

It left women gaping in puddles of their own dribble and drool; how he’d sashay in between meetings to speak with employees and work on ideas. Too many times had your coworkers spoke to you in jealousy of the close proximity you had to the attractive man, wishing they were in your position. You thought they had their heads to far up some lonely women’s sex novel because—as much as they thought it was true—life doesn’t work like they do in those books. The sexy CEO doesn’t fall for his young assistant and love making certainly does not happen in his secluded office in secret.

You stepped into his office for the second time that morning, the first time being to drop off his files needed for the first meeting of the day that was honestly too fucking early in the morning to be legal. Your boss agreed wholeheartedly, wishing his client would’ve been anything, anything, other than a morning person. Minhyuk always made you laugh, hell he made everyone laugh. He was just bubbly like that, capable of making anybody’s day brighter and mood rid of any sourness.

“Mr. Lee, how was the meeting?” You chirped cheerfully, feeling more refreshed after the early morning stresses had passed and you had a cup of coffee already thrumming in your system.

He groaned, letting his head drop to his huge mahogany desk. You giggled at his reaction, knowing he had a tendency to be childish at times but you found it endearing. It made him more human, less like the robot that movies and books paint big shot CEOs to be.

“That bad, huh? I knew it wouldn’t go well, honestly.” Minhyuk brought his head up at that, a sheet of paper sticking to his forehead on the way up and making him go cross-eyed as he looked at it before tearing it off his face.

“If you knew that, why didn’t you say anything?!” Your boss exclaimed, high pitched and almost whiny in a way.

“What good would it have done? Besides, you know how Chae Hyungwon is. It’s his way or no way. I just honestly can’t believe he’s a ‘morning person’. I heard he sleeps like a goddamn rock.”

“He really isn’t one, he was falling asleep for half the meeting!” Minhyuk explained, sounded more frustrated than whiny at this point. “He just likes to have the meetings early so then he can sleep the rest of the day away. I know because his cute little assistant—what was his name again?”

“Changkyun.”

“Ah yes, Changkyun, thank you dear. Changkyun told me to speed it up so he could get Mr. Chae back home in time for something to eat before his nap. I swear, it’s like a child and nanny more than anything else with those two.” You laughed at your boss’s joke, coming up to his desk to hand him his own sugary sweet coffee.

He thanked you and took a sip, head lolling back as he groaned in immense pleasure. The whole thing looked pornographic and if you weren’t so conditioned to his reactions, you’d flush at the action. The first time he’d reacted to your apparent ‘perfect coffee mixing’ skills, you had freaked out. It was too much for you to handle, especially on your first week of working with him and your nerves were already in a tight wad of anxiety from your high position.

“Perfect as always, Y/N. You’re seriously an angel sent from heaven just for me.”

“Oh shut up Lee, you flatter me too much. It’s seriously too easy to please you.” You poked fun at your boss to which he responded with sticking his tongue out at you much like a child would.

“Apparently it isn’t, if last night was anything to go by…” He shared, sipping away at his coffee as if he didn’t just share a piece of juicy gossip from his night out yesterday.

“Wait, you can’t just do that! I want details!” You shouted, taking your usual seat at the corner of his desk. You and your boss were fairly casual with one another, more friends than coworkers. It made things more fun that way, you two weren’t so pressed about formalities and all that. He loved to share things and you loved to listen to good gossip. It worked out beautifully and no one was the wiser.

Well, except for the nosy, jealous women who were sure that your wonderful chemistry with him was due to the fact you were fucking, not because you guys got along so well.

He rolled his office chair up to your corner of the desk, already assuming what you deemed was the “tea-spilling position”. He’d sit back in front of you and you’d rest your legs on the arm rest of one side on the chair. He’d sometimes stroke along the skin of your legs, a soothing touch that brought chills to your spine in a good way.

Raising your eyebrows in a way meant to say ‘well?’, Minhyuk waited a beat before beginning his story.

“It was this guy, amazingly gorgeous everywhere. He was built, handsome, well-dressed and his smile was to die for.”

“Okay so far so good…” You egged him on, wanting the nitty-gritty of the story already. You didn’t even comment on the fact that his prey of the night was of the male variety, knowing full and well that your boss was a man of many tastes, including in partners. He’d slept with women and men alike, not judging them based on their gender but rather their abilities in bed.

(And their fashion tastes but he swears that’s on a professional level.)

“Well we meshed well, danced like horny teenagers at the club and he took me back to his place. It was messier than I would’ve liked but I clearly wasn’t there for the atmosphere.” Giggling at the insinuation, you motioned for him to continue.

“So we’re at his apartment, getting all nasty and I made him come in no time like the goddamn pro that I am. But then, when it came down for me to finish, he’d sucked me off for like two minutes and then complained about how long it takes me! Just because I don’t come like a virgin, I’m apparently bad in bed!”

You could help but bark out in laughter at his night, watching as Minhyuk’s eyes widened with false anger.

“Hey! Don’t laugh! I didn’t even get to come!” That only fueled you to laugh harder, doubling over in your place on his desk. You slapped your skirt covered thigh and wiped away at a tear at the tip of your eyelashes.

Finally subduing your raucous laughter, you caught sight at your boss grinning from ear to ear, finding reactions cute more than anything else, despite the false anger he tried to use earlier.

“Wait, you didn’t even jerk off later?”

“I couldn’t! That’s when Kihyun from accounting called me with that ‘emergency’ which was just him trying to find the papers Jooheon had accidentally tossed out!” He dropped his face into his hands, pouting and squishing his cheeks with his palms. It looked absolutely adorable, despite how sinfully good he always managed to look.

Cooing at him, you petted his hair which prompted him to snuggle his way to resting his head on your lap, much like a cuddly, pouty puppy.

“Aww, poor baby. You just wanted to get your dick wet.” He nodded into your lap and you giggled, loving how touchy-feely he got.

“It hurts so much Y/N, why can’t I just find someone who can take care of my needs?” You chittered away encouraging words to him, telling him how he’d find someone soon enough.

It was normal for you two to be cuddled up like this, especially if Minhyuk was feeling particularly frustrated or if he had alcohol in his system. You liked the skinship; it comforted both of you and sure, a small crush had budded on your employer but you knew it was the most unlikely thing to every come to fruition at your job so you always ignored whatever butterflies stewed in you when things like this happened. But no one else knew of how close you two got and if they knew, they’d certainly confirm any of the rumors regarding you two being together in some way.

That’s why when the sound of knuckles knocking on the heavy mahogany door of Minhyuk’s office, the two of you broke apart in a hurry. The last thing either of you needed were more hushed whispers whenever you two were even in the same vicinity, despite the fact that it was your fucking job to be so close to him.

“Excuse me, Mr. Lee?” Rang a pretty voice, followed by the always gorgeous Hani from the advertising department entering the office. She was utterly gorgeous, and on numerous occasions you wondered what she was doing setting up ads with beautiful models plastered on them when she should be on them herself.

“Sorry for interrupting, but I need your approval on the newest spread. We can’t proceed without it.” Hani stepped up to the desk, handing over what looked like a beautifully done cover for a magazine. Minhyuk had taken it nonchalantly, but you noticed how his fingers lingered on Hani’s own, how she seemed to smile brighter at the contact. You knew it was unintentional of him and Hani was getting her hopes up over nothing, but you couldn’t help but feel the slightest twinge of jealousy at the touch. You’d literally just been sitting with his whole head in your lap and yet the small, insignificant touch had you swimming in your own thoughts.

“Looks good, an excellent job as always Hani.” He spoke in soft tones, a contrast to his earlier exasperated exclamations when he was speaking with you. Once again, it touched on a sore spot. It was childish and dumb to think this way, he spoke softly to you to from time to time too and either way, this tone was his “business voice”, so why were you so jealous Hani was getting this kind of treatment?

Before you could question it any further, Hani was already out the door and Minhyuk had called you back to finish your earlier conversation. It was short lived, since you had some work to attend to but you promised to return in time to share lunch with him, as per his request.

You had come and gone around the office for roughly an hour and a half, doing what Minhyuk needed to be done along with the few tasks you had to make sure were done for your own sake. After finishing up with the small details you had to relay back to Minhyuk about the partnership with Son Hyunwoo’s modeling agency, you began to strut back in the direction of Minhyuk’s office. It was then that you’d heard some voices, louder than they should be in a work environment.

You perked your head up and looked around for the source of the disturbance, finding your way to the semi-private offices meant for the more “important” employees. What you saw surprised you.

There was Kim Yugyeom, a head for the International Department in the company, standing meekly in front of Lee Minhyuk, your so-called sweet as honey boss.

Usually, Yugyeom was as cocky as can be. He was a pro at his job, young and brimming with potential that he never failed to make use of. He knew how good he was and certainly never let anyone forget it. But here he was, head low and back hunched as Minhyuk stood in front of him, tall and no doubt upset.

It took a lot to upset Minhyuk. He was an understanding boss, always considerate of others and their feelings. Sometimes you thought he was too easy on his employees but his company was a multi-billion international business at this point so he had to be doing something right. People loved him; Hell, people adored him.

So it came as a surprise when a loud yell erupted from Minhyuk’s mouth, nostrils flaring in anger as he shouted at Yugyeom.

“Do you think you own this company? Huh? Your mistake could cost us millions! Fuck, your mistake may cost people their jobs! And you thought you could get away with it? Sweep it under the rug and hope no one would notice!?” Minhyuk was seething, his long digits tight in fists by his side as the veins in his neck bulged out prominently.

It was such a turn on.

You couldn’t stop your mind from wandering to places it shouldn’t. You’d barely ever seen Minhyuk even the barest amount of upset, let alone ‘yelling in the middle of the office before noon’ angry. Just the sight of his tensing muscles in the damn peach slacks pants he chose to wear today along with the light pastel pink flowing dress shirt made your skin feel warm. He was in the business of fashion, it was his job to look good. You just never thought he could look… this good.

Yugyeom nodded along with everything Minhyuk has shouted at him, agreeing that he’d made a mistake and that it was unbelievably stupid and reckless for him to have done.

“Get out of my sight! I want you out of here!” Minhyuk screamed, his voice bellowing to the point where your bones felt like they were shaking. You felt your core get even hotter at the sensation, wishing he would show himself being more assertive more often.

Yugyeom nearly ran out of there with his tail in-between his legs. He ducked his head and avoided eye contact as he bolted out of the office, leaving Minhyuk there still stewing in his anger.

Everyone was watching him now, still in awe at his behavior. Most people were scared, afraid to be the next one in his line of sight. You, on the other hand, hoped he’d pull you into his office and give you a stern talking to as well.

(And maybe a few spanks for punishment along the way, but you’d never admit that.)

His trained eyes landed on you, looking nothing short of cold as he beckoned you with a finger, motioning for you to follow him as he turned on heel to head to his office.

Was he a mind reader? Could he tell how much you wanted him to ravish and dominate you? You hoped you were better at hiding your feelings than you usually are.

You could hear murmured whispered as you trailed behind Minhyuk, everyone clearing out the way for the two of you. People left and right were saying how you were next, how he was going to make you fix everything and even a few women shared their opinions about how good Minhyuk looked with his eyebrows furrowed in anger.

Reaching his office, he grumbled for you to close the door behind you two and you stood in silence once you did. You could hear Minhyuk’s labored breaths as he tried to calm down, no doubt he was closing his eyes and probably trying to think calm thoughts.

“I can’t believe he was such an idiot!” Minhyuk began, already decided this anger wasn't going to go away just by wishing it would. He turned and faced you, leaning his palms flat behind him on the desk. “He actually thought he could get away with such a stupid, stupid mistake!” His eyes finally met yours as he continued, “He could’ve fucked over a lot of people.” He ran one large hand though his dark hair, disheveling the raven locks as he sighed, exasperated and almost desperate. “He could’ve fucked you over, Y/N.”

“What? Me?” You asked incredulously, what could Kim Yugyeom have possibly done that would’ve backfired on you?

“He messed up the orders, the numbers got screwed up and you had signed for them at the time. It was a mistake on his part but he tried to pass it off as it being your fault. He had the audacity to try and make me fire you, not him.” Minhyuk tugged at his matching peach tie, loosening it around his neck and making him look even sexier than before.

“I’ve never been so angry before Y/N… I don’t know how I’ll be able to calm down after this. I’m just so… fucking upset.” Minhyuk hissed, breathing hard as he relived his anger from before.

It made you feel guilty, how all you could think about was sex when your friend and boss was pissed because of how you could’ve been fired because of someone else’s fault. But he was so damned good looking and his hands kept flexing out of anger and you just wanting those hand on you, in you and—

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Minhyuk asked, his dark eyes back on you as you shook yourself out of your dirty thoughts. You didn’t even answer his question, eyes dropping down to his pink lips as he darted out his tongue to lick them. Minhyuk didn’t let this go unnoticed, realizing the thick air of sexual tension that drowned the room.

Minhyuk chuckled dark, noting how you were still stuck on the sight of his mouth.

“Y/N, you’re my head assistant right?” You were able to register his question and just nodded, your throat too parched to fathom a response. “My most trusted employee, and friend.” Another nod. “You’re supposed to help me with anything I need, anything I want. Right?” This made your eyes drag back to Minhyuk’s own, nodding once more while maintaining eye contact.

“Good, in that case: I want you on your knees. Now.” Minhyuk didn’t even stutter, his body staying perfectly still as you tried to process what Minhyuk had just said.

“What?” Your voice came out, as brittle and fragile as you were sure it’d be like.

“You heard me. Down here, on your knees, right now.” Minhyuk smirked a devilish smile, dripping in dominance as he fully ascertained his role in this situation. You couldn’t think straight, mind clouded with lust and confusion and—

“Did I fucking stutter Y/N? That’ll be five.”

“F-five?” You asked, finally making your legs move and bring you slowly closer to Minhyuk.

“That’s how many spanks you’re at, for now. If you continue to be a brat and not listen or talk back, I’ll add more to your punishment. Now, I’d suggest you to be a good girl and get down. I’m in need of some relief and I’m sure a nosy employee is going to want to stick their nose in our business soon, so get to work baby girl.”

Words weren’t even at the forefront of your mind, still in disbelief that this was all happening. You were sure you had fallen asleep somewhere, maybe on your desk. This entire thing had to be a dream, a fantasy coming to fruition due to the serious lack of sex you’ve had lately.

The thing about your wet dreams though, you never took them for granted. So you obeyed every command Minhyuk spit at you.

Dropping to your knees, you eyed the growing bulge that was certainly not being concealed by his tight slacks, quickly making work of the buttons and zipper and rubbing against the muscle. It twitched against your palm, already feeling so warm and full despite being behind several layers of clothes. You looked up and nearly choked at the sight: Minhyuk eyeing you hungrily and licking his lips, one of his hands coming up to caress your hair gently.

You wasted no time and tugged his pants down, revealing his designer briefs that you knew were hand-picked and one-of-a-kind just for him. You stroked at his cock over the underwear, reveling in the twitching muscle and slowly darkening fabric right at the head of it, the underwear becoming damp with his pre-come.

You reached for his waistband and pulled it down along with his pants in order to get full access to his cock. Minhyuk growled lowly as you fisted at his erection, in awe at just how long and lean he was. Even his cock was pretty; it seriously wasn’t fair.

Thumbing at the flushed rose head, you watched as Minhyuk let his head roll back, clearly still pent up from not getting his proper release last night. Deciding he’d been through enough and deserved some loving treatment, you leaned forward and suckled along the length, wet kisses being planted up and down the sides and bottom of his shaft.

His fingers momentarily tightened onto your hair, making you stop your motions.

“That’s enough teasing, I wanted you to suck me off. As pretty as your lipstick looks peppered on my dick, I’d prefer to have you choking on it instead.” Minhyuk rumbled, his usually peppy voice raspy and low as he tugged your hair with one hand and used his other to guide the head of his cock to your mouth. You pouted your lips and Minhyuk hummed, pleased at your obedience. He tapped his cock against your lips, covering them in a slick film of his release.

He approved of the look before easing your mouth open, pressing his length in and groaning at the velvety feel of your mouth. Once your heated tongue made contact with the underside of him, he lost his resolve and instantly thrusted, resulting in making you gag. Unprepared for the intrusion, you placed your hand on his hip and tried to push off.

“C’mon baby girl, behave. Hands off or I’ll add five more to your punishment.” You listened instantly, still having half a mind to leave your hand there in hopes to get the punishment you were desperately aching for before.

He smirked as he drank in your submission to him, wanting to drown in the power he had over you. Letting his hands cup your face, you prepared for his rough treatment by loosening your jaw and relaxing your throat.

Holding nothing back, Minhyuk began to thrust languidly into your mouth, relishing in the feeling of your throat coming into contact with his head every other thrust. His hand threaded deeper into your hair as he got rougher, the slick sounds of your mouth around him getting louder. If anyone had their ears pressed against the door, they could no doubt hear what you were up to.

You tried to stimulate Minhyuk as much as you could, still maintaining to focus on not choking on his length. Your tongue pressed against him and the feeling made Minhyuk stutter and shudder inside your mouth. He tugged away and the wet squelch as your mouth pulled off him made your core ache for something inside it already.

“So damn good…” Minhyuk mumbled, petting at your hair. “Baby, you nearly made me come with your mouth alone. But that’s not what I want. So get up,” He pulled your hair and you winced at the delicious sting as you gave into his harsh grip. Standing back up on your feet, Minhyuk manhandled you to place your palms on his desk as he situated himself behind you.

“Minhyuk, what are you—“

“Ten.”

You furrowed your brows in frustration at yourself and bit your tongue, forgetting that you weren’t allowed to speak without being told to. Shutting your mouth, you wait as the warmth of Minhyuk’s body leaves you. He had taken a step back and was admiring your body, how pliant you were under his touch and even more so under his commands.

“Beautiful…” He murmured under his breath, returning to you and you began to shake in anticipation as he tugged your skirt up over your hips. You kept your eyes straight, looking at the floor-to-ceiling windows and feeling like the whole world could see how depraved you appeared in that moment. The thought should’ve humiliated you but instead it only made your blood run hotter at the thought of being watched.

Suddenly Minhyuk large palm was hot against the skin of your ass as he caressed the smooth surface. He placed his mouth right by your ear as he pressed his body firm against your back.

His breath tickled your ear as he rasped into it, “Count for me.”

You nodded and awaited for his coming impact, still flinching when it came harsh against your ass.

“One.” You hissed, anticipating the next snap of his wrist. Despite preparing yourself, the following spank still made you jolt forward.

“Two.”

Three and four were just as hard as the last two, but when Minhyuk rose his hand for the fifth, he decided it was time to play for real.

Licking the line of his fingers, he brought his hand down—Hard. You yelped at the sensation and felt tears prickle at the edge of your eyes. Shutting them tight, a sole tear wormed its way past your eyelashes and pooled right at the cusp of your cheekbone. You had chewed on your cheek and realized a second too late that you had forgone counting the fifth spank out loud.

Opening you mouth to quickly acquiescence your error and fix the mistake but a slap on your ass that couldn’t compare to others in terms of power and strength landed itself right on the sensitive meat of your thigh, right below your ass cheek.

You felt Minhyuk’s breathe right by your ear, slightly labored with a rasp of his wet throat growling before he spoke, “You missed a number, sweetheart. Looks like we’re gonna have to start all over.” You could practically hear the smirk dripping off his face onto your shoulder as he started off once more.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Even five, you were able to maintain composure and finally move one from where you had fucked up earlier.

Minhyuk was proud, despite increasing his strength with each passing spank, you were handling the pain (and pleasure) well. It didn’t stop you from being a squirming, drooling mess on his expensive more-than-your-yearly-salary desk but you at least managed to tough it out all the way to ten.

He eagerly rubbed your sore ass, the pressure maddening as it only shot sparks of pain up the tendrils of nerves in your spine to the point where you felt tingles in the very tips of your fingers and toes.

You hissed as he continued to knead harshly, the pain becoming a little too much for you to handle as tears slowly pricked along your eyelashes. “M-Minhyuk, enough. I can’t—no more, please.”

It seems that mercy isn’t unheard by your usually compassionate superior, as he let up where he was touching you to instead caress your sides lightly, pulling your blouse a little higher up on every uptick of his strokes.

“I think I’ll be the judge of that,” He hoarsely whispered before you felt his hot length brush up against the bare skin of your ass, the contact searing along the bruised and marred planes. You let your head drop forward, forehead resting on what you knew was a very important file regarding the recall on some slacks that had faulty buttons. It was now glistening with your tears and saliva, probably past the point of saving.

It’s going to be a very shameful walk to Kibum’s office when you’ll inevitably have to go and ask for him to remake them for you.

Clicking his tongue right before pressing a dry kiss under your ear, Minhyuk braced one palm on the desk next to you, caging you in even further. “Now, now; I know you’ll need at least something to prep you, I don’t want to hurt my little assistant, now do I?” His long digit caressed the fabric that covered your core before he slipped it under the side and tugged, revealing your glistening folds to his hand. He brushed along the sensitive skin, making you shiver and bite back a whimper that threatened to escape.

Minhyuk softly reprimanded you for keeping your moans and noises to yourself before he finally dipped in one sole finger, his index you were sure.

He growled at the nape of your neck, his self-control wavering as he began to pump his digit in and out of you, soft sounds of your slickness squelching against him echoing from his hand. “So wet, all this for me gorgeous?”

Minhyuk fucked you open with his finger, your legs feeling like jelly at everything so far. You leaned on the desk for support, knowing full and well that if you relied on your own body, you’d be down on the ground in an instant. Minhyuk seemed to sense this and—as sympathetic as he is—pushed you a little higher up, giving you more space to rest on the top of the desk so you wouldn’t slip off once he began the real fun.

Which was now apparently, since he slipped his finger out and you felt what undoubtedly was the head of his cock.

“Wait!” You managed to squeak out, eyeing Minhyuk from over your shoulder as best you could from your position.

He paused and awaited your response, tapping his foot impatiently by your own legs.

“What about protection, a condom?”

“Baby, you told me you’re on the pill, right?”

You nodded, trying to ignore the protesting ache in your knees and spine from being bent and battered for so long. “Yeah, but how do I know you’re clean? You like to fuck around, it’s our daily gossip.”

“I test myself on the regular, honey. Plus I use condoms whenever it’s not oral sex, I’m not a monster. You’d be the first to know if I caught something, since you’d have to bring me my meds.” He jokingly murmured as he mouthed wetly on your exposed shoulder, having pulled the fabric of your blouse away from your collarbones to reveal the skin there so he could bite and kiss as he pleased.

You huffed a small laugh, agreeing silently because that was completely true. Not only would he have probably cried and griped to you about it one morning but you would totally have to keep him on track with his medication, knowing full and well that he’d never remember to take them if you weren’t around to remind him.

“Can I keep going or…?” Minhyuk’s voice was laced with amusement, his earlier anger and dominance fading as you two brought back your usual witty bantering between one another. You giggled lightly and nodded, bracing yourself with newfound strength as he brought his cock back to where had pulled your panties to the side.

He dipped in shallowly at first, just the tip, letting the head get soaked in your juices first before slowly entering inch by inch, allowing you to get used to his size as he finally bottomed out and stayed plastered against your back. His one hand on the desk visibly tensed as he too was getting used to you, your body enveloping him in ways he’d never felt before.

“God damn, how are you this tight? Fuck—it’s so good, baby.” Minhyuk drawled, his tongue heavy with just how immense the pleasure felt, bound tight in his stomach and spreading out, making his toes curl and breath catch in his throat.

You could only mirror his reactions, feeling your own oxygen halting in the airways inside your lungs from the perfect, perfect pressure his cock was making inside of you. Your brain was mush, the only coherent thought oddly enough being how he was slotting so well inside you, it had to be fate. It was like a lock and key, only one person made to hit every nerve ending inside you.

It just had to be your boss.

Hesitantly putting his other hand on the other side of you on the desk, across from the initial one that caged you in, he shuddered at how you clenched around him as you sensed what was to come. Or who.

“I need to move, is that alright, precious?” You numbly nodded, not even having enough air to back up a simple ‘yes’.

He grunted behind you as he slowly pulled out, every drag of his cock striking something fierce inside you. It’d be one of the few times you’ve had unprotected sex, the sensation something akin to fire burning and humming along every nerve fiber that you were born with. Minhyuk hissed as he reached as far as he could pull out without unsheathing himself completely, dragging the head of his cock right at your entrance before rolling his hips forward in a motion you can only describe as ‘sinful’.

He only gave you a few more languid, slow as the day drones on, thrusts before he deemed you two ready for actual sex and he pulled out, similar as before, but then he snapped his hips forward hard.

The sound resonated in his empty office and you lurched forward from the sheer power behind his thrust.

From there it was just a snowball effect.

One sharp snap after another of his hips had you practically sprawled on the front of his desk, now unabashedly open mouthed over the folder you had hoped you could at least partially salvage.

(Hint: It was completely ruined at this point.)

You wanted to hold back every sinful noise that was erupting past your lips but not only did you know that a punishment was imminent if you did, you also were sure that you didn’t actually have the ability to work your fine-motor skills well enough to shut your damn mouth.

Minhyuk saw no issue with this, fucking the whimpers straight out of you and relishing in just how pretty you sounded fucked out. Your throat was near raw at this point, Minhyuk’s earlier treatment from sucking him off now coming back to haunt you as you tried to function with bruised vocal chords.

Barely registering it, you could hear low mumbles and growls by your ear, accompanied with nimble nips along the shell of it. You couldn’t tell what Minhyuk was going on about but you could hear certain words, like fuck, tight, and baby.

You weren’t sure which buzzword turned you on more.

You felt the familiar pull in your chest, the thin wire-like thread unraveling from the pit of your stomach to the edges of your burning lungs. You knew the edge was so unbearably close, the smallest push from making you fall straight off and face the music; the fact that your way-too-hot boss and semi-best friend was inside you and made you come to the point of seeing stars.

Gripping the edge of the desk, you felt pain from your nails being put under too much pressure but you couldn’t focus on it because Minhyuk was currently plowing into at the speed of light, making you jerk and squirm both towards him and away. Your body couldn’t decide if it wanted more of the toe-numbing pleasure Minhyuk was dealing or if it needed an escape for the stinging slaps of his hips against your ass.

“G-gonna come…” More drool dripped from your mouth as you spoke, desperation clear in your wrecked whimpers. Minhyuk made it his personal mission to make you come even faster the minute the words left your mouth.

He mouthed along the shoulder he had already marred with marks, teeth digging in the very peak of your bones as he pushed your back down to plow deeper inside you. You weren’t even sure what the fuck he was hitting but it was like nothing you had ever felt, even with your best lover or vibrator.

The shocks were traveling in bite size murmurs across the span of your skin, leaving you shaking and breathless as your climax washed over you. It wasn’t as harsh as you expected, the painful overstimulation you braced yourself for never came.

Instead, it was slow, dragging. Like you were submerged in a tank, but weightless at the same time. It was like the ocean, waves of foaming pleasure racing over you, over and over and over again. You were sure you had come twice in a row, there was no way it’d last this long otherwise.

In reality, Minhyuk was slowly pumping into you as he felt the pressure of your walls clamboring around him, making his cock twitch as he came closer to coming. When he felt the pressure build too much, he pulled himself out with a lewd sound and took his length in hand, pumping in tandem with his previous pace.

Using your slick to speed his hand up, he came over your ass, the sticky-hot release either soaking the fabric of your underwear if it hit there or coming down in slow tracks until they dripped off the edges and onto the expensive hand-woven rug underneath you two.

It was a $200 million dollar, one-of-a-kind rug that was gifted to Minhyuk by a business partner in some part of Asia.

What a way to go, you thought as you dropped boneless on Minhyuk’s desk. You could hear his panting, heavy; the sound of fabric rustling along with a zipper telling you that he’d already tucked himself back in.

What made you make a move though, wasn’t that this was all finished, that he was cleaning up already and you two needed to fix yourselves up before someone came in.

No, what made you move was the sound of a phone camera clicking, along with unmistakable blinding white light that was no doubt the flash of a camera.

You shot up instantly, regretting it almost immediately as your bones and muscles ached and protested from the sudden change of posture. “What the fuck Lee?!” You turned, forcing your come-covered rear to rest at the edge of the desk you were originally plastered onto.

He only responded with a shrug, already tugging his haphazard clothes with a few tugs and smoothing down the wrinkles on the silk shirt. “Looked good, it inspired me.” He smirked and handed you an expensive handkerchief.

Yet another gift from a partner. Or maybe from a client, you weren’t too sure.

“Inspired, my ass. I better not see that on any of the PowerPoint presentations at the meetings; or worse: at the company Christmas party. I swear to God Lee Minhyuk,” You stopped to wipe at yourself and pull your skirt back down over your thighs. “If I see that shit blown up with shitty Christmas themed clipart and horny elves, I’ll execute you myself and take over this company. God knows I’m the only reason it stays afloat…”

Minhyuk only laughed at your accusation, quelling your thoughts by simply finding the picture ‘aesthetic’, whatever the fuck that meant to your boss.

You two cleaned up and made the area decent in time for Hani to walk in, not even knocking this time.

“Excuse me, Mr. Lee?” She tapped a perfectly manicured nail against the door frame, eyeing between the two of you warily. He beckoned her with a finger, the same one he had buried in you no more than twenty minutes ago.

She stepped forward, beginning to bat her eyelashes and asking about some article that was supposed to boost revenue ten-fold, no doubt also trying to snag a good spot in Minhyuk’s books as well.

As Minhyuk seated himself at his desk, he listened intently, eyes darting over every few seconds to watch you try and fix your clothes in the background.

“By the way sir, if it’s not too wrong of me to ask: are you alright? You had quite an… outburst out there, if I do say so myself.” She tried to flip back her short locks, simultaneously flirting and getting a fill for the water cooler gossip once she stepped out.

“Oh trust me, I’m feeling much better now, thank you.” He grinned in your direction like a madman, making Hani look over her shoulder to where he was looking. You adverted your gaze and suddenly found something interesting to look at on the wall, making Hani squint her eyes suspiciously and snap her gaze back at Minhyuk, whose visage returned to his normal, professional look.

Hani tsked at the small revelation and hummed a goodbye, thanking Minhyuk for his time but not before stepping forward to bow gracefully. Stepping straight into the small puddles of come that still clung to the heavy-woven fabric at the top of the rug. The way it was crocheted, it made it so the come didn’t soak through but instead remained ambient on top of the swirled golden patterns.

She heard something give under her, a small squelched of the fluid being pushed between the threading and her expensive heels. Hani took a small step back and looked down at the noise, Minhyuk not even flinching at being caught, while your eyes were bulging out as she inspected the rug.

Her face showed too many expressions at once, surprise, realization, horror, disgust and jealousy, along with something that seemed like confidence. Probably because she had the dirt of the century. You tried to train your face into something professional, trying to not give away your filthy, filthy secret.

Unfortunately, there’s a reason why you majored in business and fashion, not acting.

Hani looked up at you, huffing a small laugh and waving goodbye before striding out of the room. No doubt she was practically sprinting to the girls in reception to chatter their ears off.

“Great, now she thinks we’re fucking.” You sighed and let your body sag in resignment.

“I’m pretty sure we just were, Y/N. Unless you call it something different from where you come from?” He chittered all types of giddy, like he hadn’t fucked you sore and hadn’t practically scared off Yugyeom and half his other employees just a little bit prior.

You shook your head and sat carefully in the cushioned sofa he had against the wall, trying to ease off your tender ass and sit more on the meat of your thighs. “Jesus, ‘Hyuk, where’d you learn this ‘Fifty Shades’ shit?”

“Precisely there, my dear.” He folded his hands on top of his desk, looking like the poster boy for the word ‘smug’.

“Bull, you hate that book series because it glamorizes everything.”

He laughed, caught in his lie and waved his hands in your direction, “Okay, okay. So I might’ve got it a little from a few escapades with a couple of people, it’s something I’m learning in the new self-discovery path I’m taking in my sex life. Didn’t always agree with my partners though—it’s so hard to experiment with one night stands.” He reached for his probably freezing cold coffee mug that was perched precariously on the corner of his desk. How it hadn’t tumbled over or fallen off during the rousing round of sex, was beyond you.

“Care to be my guinea pig, dear?” He asked before sipping ominously, his eyes dark and boring into yours from where they showed above the lip of the mug.

You scoffed and rubbed at your still slightly-trembling thighs, the high still looming over you. “After that? I’m a little afraid to ask what more you have plotting in that evil, evil mind of yours.”

He chuckled darkly into his coffee, smile dripping in a menacing way that had you shaking in your designer heels.

A gift, from none other than your considerate boss.

“Just you wait baby, we’re just getting started.”

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100 / myungjin : “You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich.”

In a few short months, Myungjun's home had easily become Jinwoo's home, as well.

It was due, in part, to how welcoming his boyfriend was. Myungjun was happy to have Jinwoo stay with him, happy to share his bed and his couch and all of the food in his fridge. Jinwoo had expected it, honestly, but it filled his heart with such warmth to wake up and see Myungjun smiling over at him with droopy eyes and a goofy grin.

(“Morning, sweetheart,” Jinwoo would always greet him, voice hoarse and still heavy with sleep.

Myungjun wouldn't respond for a minute or two, content with examining all of the lines and contours of Jinwoo's face, all of the dips and sharp edges. And, finally, when Jinwoo was certain Myungjun had made yet another mental painting, the older boy would let loose a giggle and a snort and push his nose up against Jinwoo's cheek.

“I'm so happy,” he would whispered, and a small kiss would be left on Jinwoo's skin, leaving the affected spot tingling. “I'm so, so happy, I'm so happy-”

And Jinwoo would let Myungjun hug him close, repeating those words as if they had become a chant. Sometimes tears were involved, usually after Myungjun had awoken from a bad dream or had remembered previous, less-cheerful events, but it seemed that the short moment of embrace they set aside every morning really did seem to do them both some good.)

Another reason Myungjun's apartment felt so much like home was also due, in part, to Minhyuk.

Jinwoo sometimes wondered whether or not he and Myungjun could continue to live if not for Minhyuk. He was supportive, of both their relationship and their hidden identities, and he actually put up with a lot.

(Including, Jinwoo learned the hard way, having his room converted into a makeshift garden, built and watered and loved dearly by Myungjun. He did it in one afternoon, too, consuming energy drinks in order to make his powers last long enough to bloom every last flower he had placed into Minhyuk's tiny living space. Obviously, Minhyuk was not impressed, and it caused a bit of commotion.

They compromised, and half of the garden went into Myungjun's room.)

However, a lot of Jinwoo's comfort actually stemmed from all of the plants themselves.

Plants were important to low-level witches. His powers weren't great enough to work all by itself, and so potions would help to aide some of his magic and cause him to become slightly stronger. Potions, of course, weren't useful without the proper plants.

Jinwoo's old roommate – when he had been blissfully unaware of Jinwoo's status – had abhorred everything that Jinwoo grew. He complained constantly about the random flowers, especially when they bordered on dangerous or poisonous. It was a nice change to enter Myungjun's home and literally have to step over plants in order to actually get anywhere.

And Myungjun was happy enough to let Jinwoo use whatever he needed in order to make his own potions. The only thing Jinwoo was not allowed to touch were the sunflowers.

Myungjun had plenty of sunflowers. They were planted in the nicest pots Myungjun could find (he had painted one of the pots, too – a beautiful pink design that made Jinwoo amazed with Myungjun's talent) and Myungjun used only the finest soils and fertilizers in order to make them shine brightly. In fact, for his sunflowers, he withheld on using his magic and instead focused on growing them how they should be grown. It was a long process, Jinwoo learned, but it made it all that much more special to Myungjun, and so Jinwoo respected it.

Which did mean, though, that he usually faced larger repercussions when his own magic backfired and ruined one of the sunflowers.

And it just so happened to be one of those days where he ruined Myungjun's largest sunflower.

He tried fixing it before his boyfriend got off of work. He flipped through his spell book, and then his potion book, but none of the things available to fix a plant were simple enough for a low-level witch to do.

(Unless, of course, he wanted to kill a shrew and crush it's heart, which Jinwoo was certainly not willing to do.)

The only thing left he had to offer, then, was an apology.

“Myungjun, I said I was sorry.”

Myungjun whined, holding his dead sunflower close to him. “He never stood a chance against such an evil witch.”

“Myungjun-”

Myungjun kissed one of the wilted petals, then watched as it floated to the soil, unable to resist the temptation to fall apart with the rest of its petal brethren. “It's dying right before my eyes.”

Jinwoo decided not to point out that it was already dead. He simply sat beside his boyfriend, who was splayed out on the floor while hugging his sunflower.

(Minhyuk had come in some ten minutes later and hadn't seemed fazed at all by the situation. He simply poured himself a cup of milk, listened to Myungjun's whining for thirty seconds, then muttered something about “-date with Sanha, be back later-” before scurrying away.)

“What were you even doing to cause this much damage to my child?” Myungjun whispered, as if in some sort of soap opera or angst-driven musical.

“Practicing my spell-casting,” Jinwoo responded, and he gave Myungjun's face a quick pat. “I was trying to make a broom do some sweeping for me, since I spilled more soil on your floor while working on a few of my own herbs.”

“Our floor.”

“What?” Jinwoo blinked.

“Our floor,” Myungjun repeated with a loud sigh. “You keep saying that everything here is mine. My bed, my couch, my floor.” He finally looked up at Jinwoo, forgoing his whining for a second to reiterate his point. “But you're my boyfriend and you live here now. This isn't just my place. It's your place, too, so just say our floor.”

Jinwoo met his gaze, his own eyes wide. He had never had anything to share before. His family hadn't loved him while growing up, and his only roommate had tolerated him until the fact of his status actually had to come out in the open. This were only ever mine and not mine. They had never been mine and his.

And, somehow, Myungjun had made it so. Myungjun had accepted Jinwoo into his life with wide, open arms, content with sharing every single thing he owned.

Jinwoo couldn't hide the grin that was making its way to his face. Myungjun scoffed at that and rolled over, his back now facing Jinwoo. “Stop being so happy when I'm-”

“I love you.”

Myungjun hesitated, then muttered, “Love cannot heal my baby.”

“Myungjun, I love you.” Jinwoo didn't care if Myungjun was trying to be crabby. He was filled with intense and utter adoration for his boyfriend, and he leaned down to hug onto him tightly. “I'm so happy I'm here with you! I love you, oh my god, I love you, and I want to love you forever and ever.”

“I-If you didn't love me forever and ever, I'd kick you out.” Myungjun seemed shy suddenly, a little embarrassed to be given so much affection, and he cleared his throat. “Don't think that-that this makes up for my poor flower.”

“Of course it doesn't! Jinwoo planted a solid kiss on Myungjun's cheek, then glanced up at the sunflower, which was continuing to wilt and lose its petals. “How can I make up for it, sweetheart?”

“Hm.” Myungjun glanced around the room, obviously looking for some way to punish Jinwoo for his actions, before his eyes landed on the kitchen. “Make me a sandwich.”

But Jinwoo didn't want to get up. He wanted to continue planting kiss after kiss on Myungjun's face, until Myungjun was whining and trying to pull away. “Jinwoo! I'm pissed at you, stop doing this-”

“You can only suffer through my kisses for so long until you give up on your sandwich idea and choose a more fun punishment.”

“I'm not having sex with you because you killed my sunflowers,” Myungjun deadpanned, and he gave a loud sigh. “Jinwoo-”

“Stop whining and let me love on you.”

“You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich,” Myungjun responded, and he tried to shield his face from Jinwoo's kisses. “Stooooop!”

But Jinwoo just laughed and renewed his efforts to plant a kiss on every reachable part of Myungjun that he possibly could. He finally managed to make his way to Myungjun's lips – a simple kiss rendered his boyfriend completely incapable of warding him off any longer.

Jinwoo still made him a sandwich later, a replacement for the energy that Myungjun spent on bringing his favorite sunflower plant back to life. “I know I said I'm going to grow them naturally,” the older boy said as he chewed on his meal. “But my powers are natural enough, so this counts as natural, doesn't it?”

It did, but Jinwoo didn't have to make a reply – he simply watched with a smile on his face as his boyfriend talked and rambled and complimented Jinwoo's sandwich making abilities.

It felt like what Jinwoo always assumed home was supposed to feel like.

#my fanfic #astro fanfic #astro fanfiction #myungjin #myungjin fanfic #myungjin fanfiction #i'll edit this and put it on a03 later on #tiny lil drabbles

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astrofireworks · 7 years

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astro witch coven au (jinjin)

introduction | rocky | eunwoo | moon bin | mj

the only Human in their coven

the only one that actually Went to School and Functions in Human Society

I mean MJ’s also a human that underwent Blood Ritual training but

Jinjin likes to remember that he’s the only one who Suffered School

Sometimes he gets annoyed that everyone else gets to have shortcuts for things while he has to do things manually sometimes

But also sometimes stupid things happen that make him glad he’s a regular human

And it’s hilarious sometimes seeing the other magic users flounder at simple tasks that normal people do without magic anyway

A confused Bin @ the microwave because he’s never had to use a microwave to heat up his food before

He kind of just scatters crystals around whatever needs to be heated up and mutters a quick Heating spell and waits for it to work

So when Jinjin bungs a bowl of ramyeon in the microwave and takes it out after three minutes and his noodles are cooked Bin is pretty shocked

Cue Bin spending the rest of the day prodding the microwave and suspiciously putting different things in

Rocky muttering angrily at the air conditioning whenever it breaks down because back at the Bangtan coven he usually got Jimin or Taehyung to help him ~magic~ it better

Jinjin grabbing a ladder and prodding around the air conditioning unit until it starts blasting cold air again and Rocky is shookt

came for Rocky…

has been Rocky’s best friend since forever

ok not forever but it’s pretty close

literally knows everything about Rocky, from Rocky’s first crush to what can make Rocky laugh until his stomach hurts

can tell from Rocky’s eyes when he’s annoyed, happy, flustered etc even if his face is covered

it alarms the rest of Astro how accurate it is sometimes because Rocky’d come in looking stormy and everyone’d freeze up but Jinjin would just reach behind him for a sandwich and toss it over to Rocky and the Park Minhyuk™ Beam would come out immediately

the cutest!!!!

I love the Park Minhyuk™ Beam

used to get into all sorts of shit with Rocky

which was literally all the time since Rocky didn’t go to school

that one time Rocky stole a Luck potion from Yoongi’s stash to split with Jinjin the day before Jinjin’s final exam

and replaced the potion with green soda

obviously got caught since soda looks nothing close to the bubbling, glittery (and might I add, opaque) lime green potion

rip my poor boy

when Yoongi found out Jin was 80% sure shit was about to go down so he slipped like 10 Calming crystals around Yoongi’s potions room and sent his boyfriend in to reason with Yoongi

because I mean, Rocky didn’t steal it for his own personal gain or anything he truly genuinely wanted to help his best friend

and for some reason it never crossed his mind that he could have just asked Yoongi or bought it from Yoongi lmao

cue a fumbling Namjoon trying to explain to a calm but annoyed Yoongi what a young teen with access to a potions stash’s thought process might have been

and a thirteen-year-old Rocky sliding back in through the fence and into the potions room only to meet with a very unimpressed Namjoon and a very unamused Yoongi and a very worried Jin hovering by the door

I mean, sure he was grounded and stuff but what stuck with both Jinjin and Rocky after the whole encounter was

1) Yoongi: “if you wanted a Luck potion that badly, you should have asked, bought it or learned how to make it.”

2) Yoongi: “if you needed a Luck potion that urgently, you should have stolen it better.”

Cue a very excited Taehyung teaching Rocky and Jinjin how to steal things without people noticing

Also cue a frazzled Bangtan coven house when they start realising things have been going missing & a cackling Taehyung & a very innocent-looking Rocky

Because what???? Park Minhyuk stealing things????? Unheard of in this house !!

Also cue a very frustrated Jungkook when he woke up to all his underwear gone rip

but that wasn’t so much stealing as Taehyung and Rocky pulling pranks

3) that Yoongi’s Luck potions were A+ and they really did work, as shown by Jinjin’s 99% on the final

anyways yes they got up to a lot of different shenanigans

moved into the Astro coven so he could make sure his best friend wasn’t being kidnapped by a serial murderer

has anyone watched Eunwoo on crime scene 3 he was very good he was beautiful I 10000% recommend watching it

I recommend the series in general but anyway

I mean with someone so handsome can you ever trust them

Jinjin thinks not

The only handsome person you can ever trust, in Jinjin’s opinion is Jinjin

And so he meets Eunwoo and is introduced to Bin and gets along with Bin like a house on fire

…stayed for MJ

hooooo boy are you ready for this

the first time MJ comes over it’s with a gigantic batch of slightly burnt brownies

and this was before Sanha came in so the house was still relatively quiet

and so Rocky’s in his room in the basement and Eunwoo and Bin are upstairs on the second floor doing who-knows-what

and Jinjin’s the only one free to open the door

and so he does

MJ (gigantic beam): “HI HELLO I’M MJ I LIVE NEXT DOOR & I THOUGHT YOU GUYS LOOKED REALLY FRIENDLY SO I’M HERE TO DELIVER BROWNIES”

Jinjin: (loading screen)

MJ: “trust me thEY’RE REALLY GOOD BROWNIES”

Jinjin, muffled behind a tray full of brownie: “oh my god are you usually this loud”

MJ: “whAT??”

Jinjin, scrambling: “WOULD YOU LIKE TO COME INTO OUR HOUSE”

MJ: (beaming intensifies)

And so this is how Rocky finds Myungjin sitting around the kitchen, brownie crumbs all over the counter and MJ talking a mile a minute about the weather and Jinjin trying to form a sentence in his head without it being blasted to pieces by MJ’s smile

And this is how Binu finds them in the kitchen, with much less brownie than MJ came with and 3stro standing against the kitchen wall trying to determine who was the tallest

(spoilers, it was Rocky)

reminder that at this point MJ all thought they were human and 3stro thought MJ didn’t know about magic so

I mean, all in all they’re pretty good at pretending they’re non-magical

But MJ’s grown up with KNK and their portion of the supernatural community

And so when he sees small (anti-Burning) crystals tucked into different corners of the kitchen, courtesy of That Time Jinjin Fell Asleep While Cooking, he smiles to himself

At least he doesn't have to explain to Jinjin why his in-laws-to-be don’t eat dinner

Cue MJ casually pointing out the crystals: “oh where did u get those we usually order them from the VIXX coven”

Bin: falls out of his chair

Jinjin, turns pale and stammers a bit before Eunwoo sensibly whacks the back of his head and proudly pats Bin’s empty chair

Eunwoo: “yeah we have our own Charmer here”

Rocky: “pls don't say charmer ever again he’s nowhere near charming”

Eunwoo, opening his mouth to rebut but blushing and closing it on second thought

Wow way to go vivi sneaking a little binu in again

runs a flower store as a front for the Astro coven house

I mean he literally has a garden in their backyard full of weird-ass flowers and herbs that he has to tend to because Rocky needs them for his potions

He might as well plant a few more and make it a “family” business

I mean the extra income is always welcome

And so he set up an online store for people to order flowers and arrangements and bouquets with

Isn’t a botany witch but !! still ahs green fingers so his plants all grow very well without magic thank you very much

*without that much magic

Got Bin to enchant his entire garden to be anti-pest so he can label himself “organic” and “pesticide-free” for those who looked for stuff like that

Gets Rocky to brew a couple potions for the cut flowers that keep them fresher longer so he can provide fresh flowers all year round regardless of the season

Also gets Bin to charm some of them once in a while to sparkle a little extra or seem less dead

So really, without that much magic,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Sells mostly to magic users, although there are a few clueless humans who place orders on his online store

Once got called in to decorate a house by a mysterious online customer with the name Michael Jackson ‘to make the house seem less… dead!’

It was KNK’s house

Jinjin was not amused

Inseong was very pleased though so there was that

also manages their finances and other household things, the resident Dad™

with the help of MJ of course

so they basically do things like balance Bin’s, Eunwoo’s and Rocky’s books in addition to their own

and take a little money out of each account to pay for stuff like electricity and food and soap and random stuff

Jinjin places orders for whatever they need (like vials or ladles or bandages) along with his own orders to save on shipping and stuff

It’s like a very well-run set-up, if Jinjin says so himself

Takes care of their general food situation as well with MJ

Ok listen it’s so domestic alright

MJ chopping vegetables and singing & Jinjin standing at a pot stirring and humming along and staring at MJ being loud and silly

Jinjin’s face softening into a smile and just

Wow

Wow he’s so soft for this beautiful man who beamed his way into his life

MJ meeting Jinjin’s eyes and seeing this wonderfully soft look on his face and

“FRICKITY FRACK IT’S BURNING”

cue a mad scramble to get the pot off the stove

but Mj doesn’t forget that look, no, he keeps it in his mind like a kid keeps candy tucked away in his pocket, to be pulled out on a bad day and to ponder over and savour

part of the Needs to Be Protected Squad (1/2)

we all know MJ’s 2/2

squeaks whenever someone rings the doorbell

at first they had a very serious meeting as to who was allowed to answer the doorbell and who wasn’t

Rocky was very against Jinjin answering the doorbell because I mean you’re never sure who’s ringing it – it might be someone magical looking to kidnap Jinjin or something

But Eunwoo pointed out Jinjin, being the only Human, was also the only one who could actually properly appear Human in case it really was a Human knocking on their door

Given that Bin changes hair colour nearly every week or so and usually has blue energy trailing after him

And that Rocky’s stuck in the basement nearly all the time and can never hear the doorbell anyway

And Eunwoo can’t really get up in the middle of treating a patient

And so it was Jinjin

But usually whoever rings the doorbell turns out to be human after all

Like that one kid who accidentally kicked a ball into KNK’s garden and was too afraid of ‘the tall, scary uncles’ to go and rummage in their garden for it

And so Jinjin had to go do it for him

Or that one grandma who fussed over ‘all those handsome boys in the house’ and really she’s concerned if they’re all eating well because they look like they live alone poor dears

And so now she makes them kimchi and tofu on a regular basis in exchange for MJ and Jinjin coming over sometimes to repair things in her house or to help her with things

So really MJ and Jinjin are the neighbourhood sweethearts fight me on this

And so this is more or less how Jinjin’s made a couple friends up and down the street

But they all turn out to be human mostly because those who ring the doorbell looking for Eunwoo or Bin or Rocky or MJ ring a separate doorbell, hidden under layers of spells and only visible to magic users

but also after those couple times Bin fell asleep and didn’t unlock the door to let the client up, all of Bin’s clients all kind of learnt to ring the main doorbell in addition to Bin’s to let everyone else in the house know

i should probably introduce the fantagio girls at some point too idk

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thismanateelovestowrite · 7 years

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Blue: Pt.7

Previous part: [Pt.6]

Warnings for this part: mentions of violence

There were now seven pairs of icy eyes glued on you who stood in the corner of the room you assumed was the place’s living room. Two more guys had entered the room after Minhyuk who was now standing in front of you, staring at you.

“You’re conscious,” he stated with his usual cold tone.

You lifted your head to look at him and felt annoyed when you saw his expressionless face. Yet, you couldn’t get any words out thanks to the six other icy pairs of eyes staring at you.

Minhyuk turned around to look at the others in the room and you almost sighed out of relief when the six moved their gazes from you on him.

“Seems like you’ve already met her,” Minhyuk said, continuing with the cold tone.

“Who the hell is she?” one of them asked while Hoseok came to stand closer to Minhyuk - and closer to you.

“Why’d you bring her here?” Hoseok asked with a slight frown.

“Unfortunately, this is the human I’m in charge of babysitting,” Minhyuk answered the first question. “And the reason she’s here is because I’m going to be away for a few days.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at the back of Minhyuk’s head. He’s going somewhere?

“And I’m afraid I’m going to have to leave her with you six,” he continued, making your eyes widen in shock.

“Excuse me?” you blurted out.

“What can be important enough for you to ask us to do such an annoying favor?” one of the five asked.

“I got told by the higher-ups that I should visit them,” Minhyuk said and everyone’s expressions became weird, which confused you.

“What did you do?” Hoseok asked.

“Nothing,” Minhyuk answered calmly. “It’s probably because those assholes just enjoy making us all suffer.”

The room fell silent and you wondered if you could open your mouth without getting killed. After a bit you concluded it was better to not take any risks.

“If you don’t return if three days, I’m going to abandon her helpless ass. No matter what,” one of the five said and left the room after giving you a cold glare.

“Me too,” another one of the five said and looked at you from head to toe. “If you don’t return in three days, it’s better if you don’t return at all.”

You were shocked by the harshness of his comment and glanced at Minhyuk. He just nodded at the guy.

“I agree,” he said, leaving you confused.

Why would he say that?

The rest also agreed to look after you and they all left the room. Only you, Hoseok and Minhyuk were left in the spacious room.

“Why did you bring her here?” Hoseok asked Minhyuk who turned to look at him.

“It’s not safe out there. I had to go somewhere so I knocked her out and brought her here since at least one of you is always here.”

“You knocked me out?” you asked in disbelief. “How? I only remember you grabbing my ankles you-“

“Just,” Minhyuk lifted his hand in the air. “Shut up,” he said without even looking at you.

“You’re so selfish,” Hoseok frowned. “Bringing her here… You know what the others think about humans. This could have ended badly if they found her before me.”

“I know,” Minhyuk said. “But I had no other choice. Some vampires have been following her around and…” he glanced at you but didn’t continue after looking away.

Hoseok glanced at you too and then looked at Minhyuk. “What?”

“It’s probably not important.”

You stared at Minhyuk, confused. It would have been nice to know more about the whole situation.

“I’m leaving tomorrow,” Minhyuk stated.

“But-“

“Just following her around should do. As long as she stays alive, I don’t really care about the rest. Treat her how you want,” he continued, cutting you off.

“Excuse-“

“I’ll be back in three days for sure,” he cut you off again. “If not, just leave her. If I don’t return by then I’m probably already dead or they are torturing me.”

You felt your stomach twist. Tortured?

Hoseok looked at him with an expression that almost looked sad. “I’ll stop following her after three days. Just come back alive before that.”

Minhyuk nodded and Hoseok left the room after giving you a look. After Hoseok had left, Minhyuk turned to look at you.

“You should leave,” he said coldly. “You shouldn’t be here. As I told you before, my friends aren’t exactly human friendly.”

“Yet, you brought me here and are about to leave me in their hands for a few days,” you gave him a glare.

He smirked. “Yeah. That’s what a friend is to me. Someone whose hands I can trust my life in.”

You grew quiet.

“Let’s go,” he said and walked towards the door. You followed him.

After getting outside, you noticed that it was a neighborhood you had never been to. There was nothing special about it, it was just like any other neighborhood. The building you had just exited looked like a normal apartment building.

Maybe they just suck at painting and picking furniture…

“What was that place just now?” you asked once you two started walking away from the apartment building.

“The place we call our home,” he answered. “We live there.”

“The seven of you?”

“Yeah,” he said.

There was a brief silence. “How did you bring me here?”

He glanced back at you. “I paralyzed you for a bit. I guess you passed out as well since it was your first time experiencing it. That’s why you can’t remember anything.”

“Paralyzed?” you repeated, thinking you heard him wrong. “How?”

“You wouldn’t understand even if I explained it in the easiest way possible,” he said. “So, I’m not going to go into detail about how I did it and why I could do it. Just know that it’s something I can do.”

***

You stared at the six creatures who were standing on the street right in front of the door of your apartment building. They looked cold just like the day before. Hoseok was the first one to notice you. Instead of greeting you or waving his hand, he just coldly turned around after making eye contact with you.

Seems like the next three days are going to be extremely fun…

You held in the sigh that threatened to escape your lips and walked over to the six who looked very much like a gang.

“This is how it’s going to be?” you asked. “You all follow me around?”

They just looked at you with their icy eyes.

“No speaking?” you asked. “Great.”

You started walking and they followed you, looking more and more like a gang every second.

“Can I ask you just one question?” you asked after a while, getting tired of the silence. “I’ll take that as a yes,” you said after there was no response. “Can’t you tell me your names?”

You turned your head to look at them.

“Hyunwoo,” the one in the middle said.

“Changkyun,” the guy walking next to Hyunwoo said coldly.

“Hyungwon,” this guy was walking next to Hoseok.

“Jooheon,” said the one walking on Hyunwoo’s other side. He looked the coldest out of the six you were with.

There was a brief silence before the last one opened his mouth. “Kihyun,” he spat and you could tell he wasn’t enjoying the situation at all.

“Wasn’t so hard, was it?” you mumbled under your breath after turning your head away from them.

“What?” Hoseok asked.

“Nothing,” you responded quickly.

The rest of your walk was quiet and once you arrived in front of the convenience store, you turned around to look at the six. “I’m pretty sure it isn’t in your plans to stand here until I finish but just in case some of you were crazy enough to even think about it, don’t. You’ll scare the customers away.”

Without a word, they disappeared one by one, all to different directions. Only Hoseok stayed.

“Aren’t you going to leave?” you asked him.

“My pain in the ass probably doesn’t need me. I’ll just stay here.” You didn’t really like his plan. “Can’t you just wander around or something? My boss won’t appreciate you standing here all day, scaring customers away.”

“I won’t scare them away.”

“Look, I know-“

“Did Minhyuk not tell you or did you just forget that we only show ourselves to the people we choose to show ourselves to?”

You had totally forgotten about it and went quiet thanks to his statement.

With a smirk, he went to sit down on a bench in front of the store. “I’ll stay here.”

You gave him a nod and went in to start another boring day at work.

***

“Right on time…” you mumbled when you walked out of the store, only to find the five who had left coming back. The sun was already gone and the sky was dark.

The five all gathered where Hoseok was sitting and you walked over to them.

“Anywhere you need to go?” one of the five - Jooheon - asked with an expressionless face.

You shook your head and the six turned around without a word and started walking back to your apartment. You followed them quietly.

I wonder if other people see them… Probably not, right? They wouldn’t show themselves to humans just-

“Excuse me,” you felt someone grab your wrist and jerk you back.

You turned to see who it was and were greeted by a completely new face. It was a woman you had never seen before.

“Can I help you?” you asked and tried to make her let go of you since the look in her eyes was really disturbing.

“My child… My poor child…” she looked desperate. “I lost him… Please help me…”

You were about to answer but before you could even open your mouth, Hoseok pushed you away from her and stood in between the two of you.

“Hands off, bloodsucker,” he said, disgust evident in his voice.

The woman’s expression changed immediately and she snorted. “Would you look at that! A blue-blooded weirdo again. You never stop bothering us, do you?” she spat, sounding just as disgusted as Hoseok.

“Just leave before you lose one of your limbs,” Hoseok growled.

The woman looked like she wanted to resist but instead of acting up, she just gave Hoseok a disgusted glare before turning around and walking away while cursing loudly.

Hoseok turned around and gave you a push. “Keep walking,” he said coldly and you obeyed, quite scared of what would happen if you disobeyed.

Next part: [Pt.8] Other parts: [Masterlist]

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goldenscript · 7 years

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neighbor!monsta x

author’s note: let’s just blame @wangpuppo for enabling me to write this mess.

read under the cut for more~

cr.

hyunwoo

the relatively quiet neighbor

very self-sufficient, can cook like eggs, bacon, and rice pretty well

does his own laundry and usually likes to kick back, watch some tv when he has nothing else to do

his friends love to come over and pester him so sometimes he pretends he’s not home

will even fall asleep when he’s hiding from minhyuk or jooheon

sometimes you forget he lives in the building bc literally no sound comes from that side of the wall

well, not always (you found this one out come about a week into your arrival into the complex)

so unknown to everyone else’s knowledge except his buds that inhabit the building, hyunwoo’s actually a dance instructor

a lot of the time he’ll actually do his routines at home, often having to rearrange furniture and play the dance song and all, and unfortunately, this means making a lot of.... sounds

this is the first time you’re experiencing this so you’re actually not sure what to think considering you’ve just moved in next door

all you hear is the furniture getting moved about and music starts playing and oh god you hear grunting too

you’re actually very sure you heard someone enter his apartment too though you can’t really hear their voices

it’s not like you tried to hear it or anything though you admit your neighbor’s extremely attractive you’re seriously not trying to think of what he’s doing and why he’s being so goddamn loud and oh god it’s like the fifth time in a row you hear the next bout of music and grunts and you’re actually a little traumatized

for the most part, you try not thinking about it whenever you see him but jesus it’s too hard when you’re grabbing your mail and he comes out looking all sweaty and exhausted and yeah nope abort

you do your best to avoid making eye contact with him even if he’s your super attractive neighbor with nice arms and a nice smile :(

the only time you’ll ever notice him is if he sees someone (either you or one of the elderly tenants) struggling to carry some things like groceries and he’ll be there in a flash

like you were at the entrance with like two boxes stacked from your old place and hyunwoo just appeared and said “oh!! lemme help you with that”

and of course you couldn’t really say no bc he’s already taking them from you and already making his way up the stairs since the elevator would be under renovation and he actually makes an effort to chat with you about life and how you like it in the building and even though you feel awkward about remembering that tidbit he apologizes for always dancing so late and probably blasting his music so loud

and you’re like “wait what”

and he goes “well, yeah i’m sure you’ve noticed the music! i’m a dance instructor so i practice a lot and my friends come by since they dance too so if we’re loud then i apologize-”

you’re just like “oh thank god”

him: o: “what”

you sheepishly admit you thought he was having sex for like five hours straight and he really almost drops your stuff in shock and he cheeks get all beet red and he’s stammering like that isn’t possible

and you just laugh, trying to calm him because you’re just grateful he wasn’t banging someone for that long so many times a night

and he goes “i assure you i’m very single” and oh dear lord he really actually set the boxes down at your doorway to facepalm

and you just wink at him and say, “well, i’m glad. i’ll see you around, hyunwoo! maybe you can teach me a dance or two~”

hoseok

probably the flirt neighbor ngl

he’ll usually throw a pick up line or two your way even to the elderly ladies who always love to call him handsome

knows how to cook and clean but his cook skills are limited to probably ramen and rice

definitely knows how to make a mean cup of coffee (lolol)

relatively the nice in between of quiet and loud unless he has over his loud af buds who don’t know the definition of quiet

you kinda peg him as a fuckboy at first glance so you don’t really talk to him

contrary to common to belief, he actually doesn’t really flaunt his physique and tramp around without a shirt so long as he can help it

he’s actually quite shy so he actually looks really upset when the fire alarm goes off on the whole building and everyone has to be evacuated and he wasn’t able to pull on a shirt because mrs. lee on the third floor needed help getting down the stairs and he couldn’t wait

luckily you managed to grab a blanket before you were forced outside in just a pair of sleeping shorts and loose top and you actually hand it over to him because well he isn’t as bad as you thought

at least considering the fact that he went up to most of the tenants asking if they were okay, checking on mrs. lee and mr. kim even mrs. diaz who had a relatively mean streak unless it was hoseok asking

so you decide he isn’t that bad and you offer him your blanket when the fire men are checking on the fire in what turns out to be minhyuk’s apartment because his attempt at cooking was far from successful.... rip the poor pasta he boiled

anyway he kinda looks at you with wide eyes because you aren’t trying so hard to gawk at him like the other tenants and you certainly aren’t giving him that huffy cold shoulder like before

you just smile, “take it, seriously. you’ve been a really good sport, checking up on everyone like that”

but instead of taking it, he tries to say that he doesn’t want you to get cold so you roll your eyes and shove the flannel material over his shoulders and keeping some of it on yourself

“we can share then” you say with an attempted straight face but the astonished look on his features and the light blush on his cheeks makes it hard

enter a few disappointed grumbles from his little fans

and he just grins and says “okay”

he just rests his arms on your shoulders when he feels you beginning to shiver and the warmth of his skin just settles nicely and he grins over at you because you just nestle into his touch

like seriously hoseok is so cute and even when you deemed him a fuck boy you had to admit just how attractive he is

so for the rest of that night until it’s safe to enter you both end up chatting away and getting on somewhat closer terms

before you part ways you actually stop him and apologize though he’s very confused about why

you admit that you misjudged him at first and then he shrugs it off and tells you he’s used to it but that makes you feel even more sorry

and it becomes a stammering mess of apologies (it’s like 3 AM so of course this was gonna be a mess) until he leans in really close and grabs your shoulders and says, “it’s ok y/n i promise”

you nod with a small smile “okay, hoseok”

“see you around” he says leaning back near the wall with a faint dust of pink resurfacing on his cheeks

you grin, “i hope so~” before you two officially part ways

you soon discover he’s the cutest boy ever who will literally chat you up with meaningful small talk because somehow most conversations with him are far from awkward

like he’ll ask how your day has been, what you like to do in free time, and input his own likes and dislikes and all that good stuff

hell, y’all even had an entire discussion on your favorite eevees because dammit vaporean is top dog in your opinion

he thinks that the regular eevee is better since they’re the original types and honestly it’s been a major discussion since you both discovered your infatuation with pokemon

it’s such a progression for you two considering you spent a good two weeks avoiding him since you moved into the building and you enjoy your little conversations with him that last until you part ways either at your doors or at the bottom of the stairs when y’all have places to go in opposite directions

then one day he actually asks if you’d like to go sit somewhere that isn’t either of your apartments and at an actual food place

you agree and say “i thought you’d never ask” with a grin

minhyuk

he... is definitely the friendly neighbor

definitely the kind to greet you when he sees you, ask how your day’s been, and ask what you’re up to

he doesn’t do this out of courtesy at all either

like he does it because he genuinely cares and will even ask you about it a week later and how it went

you once told him you wanted to try out this crocheting class the first week you moved into the complex and he asked you how it was going nearly a month later

you found it pretty endearing that he’d remember such a simple tidbit and ever since then you’ve remembered him out of everyone else in the building

to say the least that’s exactly what minhyuk hoped bc he may or may not have a massive crush on you...... and if he’s anything but subtle then maybe he’d be able to keep it a secret

but he canNOT

he makes it so painfully obvious that sometimes he facepalms himself for being too dorky or “too weird” but when he sees you laugh or giggle at his actions, he can’t help but flash his big, ol’ pearly grin at you

anyway, he’s been meaning to ask you out for ages but always chickening out

always

just the mention of “date” and you gets him so flustered and tongue twisted, he ends up mentioning something completely random like “cavities are bacteria’s poop” (this is actually very true so when you looked it up, you were extremely perplexed that he knew such a fact)

but it gets you even more interested in your rather perky neighbor who is constantly at war with the downstairs tenant aka his bff kihyun LOL

one time minhyuk was vacuuming at 3 AM and when it comes to that.... we all know it’s to piss off the pink-haired hamster boy below

so out of spite and the extreme fatigue kihyun has had to suffer after hearing about you for the 892739857239874298th time in a row, he takes matters into his own hands and right outside your door he begins trying to hype up minhyuk to ask you out

even when minhyuk is shushing him since you’re about to head out to the library as per usual around this time

it doesn’t work as right as you open the door you just hear

minhyuk: kihyun, drop it. i like her but i can’t ask her out

kihyun: like who?

minhyuk: are you deaf? have you been listening?! i like y/n!!!!

and you just stand there wide eyed like “you like me, minhyuk????”

if you could see minhyuk looking at kihyun, it was actually a deathly sight but as kihyun waves and walks off you distract minhyuk with a grin and tell him that you’re free tomorrow night if he wants to accompany you for some street food by the market

he agrees and can’t really hide the elation since you actually asked him out

when you two go on your date, he pays - his only excuse is that he didn’t get to confess and ask you out the way he wanted so he wanted to at least do that soooo you make a proposition to him

if he does things the way he wants to then you two can start splitting the bill bc why the hell not???

of course he agrees

even asks you out by knocking on your door, shyly with these cute flowers that you place in a vase and watch as he shyly asks you out for a dinner at his apartment since he really wanted to do something special

and it is pretty special

at least to him since.... well..... minhyuk can’t actually cook

everyone knows not to let him anywhere near the kitchen

that’s why kihyun will drop food off or feed the poor kid

even changkyun delivers a few pizzas for him

for some reason, anytime he goes near his apartment’s kitchen, it’s waiting to burst into flames just by his touch and it’s deterring for him but he really wants to do it right just to do something that special for you

so on the night of your date, he invites you instead, helping you get comfy as he rushes back to the kitchen trying to stir the simple pasta

man oh man.... it was not that simple

somewhere along the way, the pasta was getting over boiled or something during his extensive chat with you about the most iconic Shinee song

you swear it’s ring ding dong but he says it’s lucifer and yeah well

rip the pasta and the fact that y’all had to evacuate the floor because it was smoking way too much inside the apartment and even the fire department came and well

as disappointed as minhyuk was, you appreciated his effort and you both ended up walking to a 24-hour convenience store for the cup noodles and the hot water stations and were pretty satisfied with that after all the fire department hullabaloo

kihyun

he’s probably the best damn tenant to ever exist

he cooks, cleans, doesn’t blast his stereo (*cough* jooheon *cough*), and he’s usually a pretty friendly person to chat with

unfortunately, he has another side to him

a dark side

he is also the petty neighbor

if you’ve ever seen this meme then just know that the person holding the vacuum upside is kihyun and minhyuk’s the one vacuuming at like 3 AM disrupting his sleep

and to emphasize: kihyun values his beauty sleep

it’s actually very safe to say that he needs it or he’s literally the definition of the devil’s incarnate because

a) sleep is important b) if he gets less than 8 hours he will not hesitate to bite you head off and spit it back at you just to say that it tasted worse than hyungwon’s cooking and c) let the damn hamster boy sleep, please

please

unfortunately, minhyuk loves to test this and make sure that kihyun suffers just because the feelings are generally vice versa

it’s honestly a miracle that kihyun continues to make food for the guy though you can best believe that shit ain’t flying if he gets just 7.5 hours instead of his necessary 8 LOL (then minhyuk is changkyun’s problem unless kihyun gets to the youngest boy first)

anyway

when kihyun doesn’t get his sleep, it’s best to steer clear

no matter what

he won’t care if you’re dying, just don’t bother him dammit

unfortunately, you did not get this memo

being his next door neighbor, you usually hear all the hullabaloo from all his quarrels with the tall, loud boy from down below and it also means that on occasion you end up receiving kihyun’s mail in your mailbox for some reason??

so you do the nice thing in delivering it to him under his door

but for goodness sake it’s an actual package with god knows what and you don’t just want to leave it at his door so you knock and hope that he isn’t in his really grumpy mood

sadly, he is

and he just stares at you with dead eyes and a snarky remark on his lips because damn he really shouldn’t be disturbed right now

but you just hand him his box and snark right back that you wouldn’t have knocked if it wasn’t important so he should just calm his panties because you were only doing a courteous deed before stalking off

he watches as you do, eyes softening ever so slightly because damn he might’ve just met his match LOL

and that should raise concerns considering kihyun rarely ever does this.... though you don’t care much for it or him

you do see how he is pretty grumpy without sleep

debra’s small talk wasn’t just fake talk but you can’t help but wonder if it’s probably because of his friend constantly fucking around with him and maybe he’s just grouchy because he needs his sleep

you don’t think too much on it but it resurfaces as soon as you see him again, carrying like a box filled to the brim with what looks like groceries as he scurries his way toward a room in the hall where one of your friend jackson actually stays and watch curiously as you wait

he sees you from the corner of his eye but continues to impatiently knock until minhyuk answers and they have their usual quips

as kihyun closes the door, he just flashes you a smirk and wave before jackson opens his door

you ask about minhyuk and kihyun and he just explains that they have a close friendship since the latter can’t take care of himself, kihyun’s basically his mother lol

and you kinda feel a pang of sympathy despite how much of a grouch he can be

he takes care of his place and even his friend which is only a little sad but it’s commendable

anyway, the next time you deal with a grumpy kihyun, you just grumble “here” before passing him a small neatly wrapped package and disappearing back into your room

when he opens it, it’s a pair of ear plugs and he’s never been more grateful to you (”:

instead of knocking on his door, he knocks on yours with a smile on his lips and a lack of bags before he hands you his rather famous and delicious casserole as a thank you

hyungwon

that one neighbor who you check on once in a while because his friends are worried he might die without them knowing one day

hyunwoo and kihyun begged you to at least knock on hyungwon’s door once every two or three days just check on him

they’ve had to do this with previous neighbors

mostly because hyungwon can be too lazy to even pick up his phone

but anyway, he just worries his friends so they look to you to help them out and let them know that he’s doing okay and living and breathing

you do, of course, just for their sake since you’re sure you’d want your friends to be okay if they acted in the same way

but honestly.... he’s such a grouch LOL

like every time you knock on his door, he doesn’t respond, hoping you’ll just go away but you even rummage out a spare key because kihyun really was serious about checking up on him

and you just find him underneath his covers and he’s just like

“i’m trying to sleep go away”

you just snap a picture of him and send it to kihyun, telling him that his friend is fine, just a grouch

you continue this up for a few weeks, making the visits at least twice a week or so

each one getting a little longer without either of you actually realizing it

during those times you both have your little quips here and now especially if hyungwon’s awake and just lazying around his apartment bc “what’s so good about the outside world??? i have everything i need here, food, bed, and a toilet”

when you point out sunlight and social interaction, he points at the window and he says you socialize with him and his friends when he lets them in or whenever they let themselves in

you shrug, just rolling with it but you notice that he’s been sniffling quite a bit and sneezing too

when you bring up that he might be sick, he just brushes you off and tells you to leave for being such a worry wart

come your next visit and guess who’s sick?

that punk

you just look at him all bundled up in his bed sniffling into tissues with an expectant look but he turns away from you and says “shut up not a word”

“i told you so” you say while straightening his blanket out, setting down some tylenol and medicine

you even make him some tea and let soup boil on the stove until it’s ready before bringing it over to him and he begrudgingly accepts it and visibly enjoys it, looking much better than he had been earlier

with a sigh, you instruct him to take his medicine before turning to leave and he mumbles a thank you that he hopes you hadn’t heard (you did)

within the week, he feels infinitely better but as of late you hadn’t visited

instead kihyun and shownu alternate between checking up on him but since you stopped coming by, he anxiously waits by the door in his living room, hoping to see you

not that he’s worried or anything....

ok maybe a little

he actually goes over to your place and knocks, hoping you’re there and come as he hoped, you’re there bundled head to toe and holding a cup of tea and he was just ready to ask where you’ve been but the words are stuck in his throat bc you’re sick and very pouty

you grumble, “you got me sick, punk”

and he keeps you company for the most part and even makes you soup but jesus it tastes horrible but you appreciate the effort

but he feels awful since you helped him so he... actually... asks... kihyun... for... advice (hyunwoo wouldn’t have known what to do so his motherly friend is hyungwon’s best bet)

but the moment hyungwon mentions you, kihyun gets all *eyes emoji* and hyungwon’s like “y’know what nvm i’ll just ask jin”

kihyun: you better Not. I am your only mother friend, you ungrateful brat. now tell me your problem

hyungwon: how....do...i....make...soup......

and kihyun helps him make this batch of soup LOL

it actually tastes edible and kihyun couldn’t be more proud (and same for all of us honestly) (”:

anyway he brings it to you, and you carefully taste it and just eat it well and that makes hyungwon sooooo happy

you even smile at him and say that you’re glad that he finally left his apartment LOL

and he just looks away and tells you to eat your soup, even wiping away some of the excess broth from the corners of your mouth

him: i probably didn’t tell you this earlier but thank you

you: you’re welcome (:

honestly everyone thinks it’s a miracle you got hyungwon out of his house, but they really thought you were some savior when they found out from kihyun that he took care of you (bc mama kihyun will be damned not to brag about his achievement)

jooheon

the loud neighbor

he splits costs with his roommate changkyun, a lowly college student who works at a pizza parlor on the side

neither of them know how to cook

usually he depends on changkyun to bring back leftover pizza or he will actually call changkyun’s workplace, order a pizza and request changkyun, just so he can mess with the poor boy

next to that he forever bumps his stereo with his newest mixtape

he means no harm in it until people rudely tell him to turn it down because let’s be real jooheon is that type of person who would stare you down with a blank expression as mr. jones from 4b tells him his mixtape is crap and to turn down his devil music and jooheon... just.... turns it up.... louder.... toward the “max” end of the stereo knob and he gets more complaints but he’ll just mouth he can’t hear them before turning up to his own music

it’s hell for some of the rude tenants but it doesn’t leave you from the suffering either

you’re usually studying or doing something that will require some quiet to get this thing done so when music starts reverberating through your walls you’re actually a little miffed

you want your thing done, you really do

but the one time you were ready to give him a piece of your mind, you see him react to mr. jones and watch jooheon’s rbf

to say the least, jooheon’s rbf is really intimidating

he just looks like he’s staring into your damn soul and you’re just like “fuck”

so you just try to suffer through the music even if it kills you sometimes

you found refuge in the library but it’s one particular night when it’s being closed for some special event and you’re forced to go back to your apartment bc it’s pretty late

you find jooheon’s still turning up to his music

on any normal occasion, you would’ve shrugged your shoulders and let it pass but this was a very important set of work that you needed to do and the music wasn’t going to help any bit

you decide to brave his rbf and hope that he won’t like eat you alive or anything

and the moment he sees you, his eyes widen ever-so-slightly and he turns the knob to his music lower so he can hear you since your voice can barely breech the sound barrier with his goddamn surround sound

he’s just like “oh hi, what’s up?”

you’re not as scared of him when he looks so.... friendly and maybe it shows since you’re not as tensed up as before

and now that you have a good look at him... he actually looks pretty cute.... but you’re there for a reason outside of admiring LOL

you just look at him apologetically because you get that he was probably having a good time considering some of his friends were over and all but you have to ask

so you say, “i know it’s like a saturday night and all but i really have this important set of docs to do and i was wondering if you’d maybe turn down your music? please?”

he just kinda stares at you, cheeks a little pink and somewhat dumbfounded but he nods, already turning it down to a semi-reasonable volume but enough that the rest of his posse can enjoy it

though he ignores the complaints he receives from there just to flash a small smile at you

before you turn to leave, he stops you and says “i’m sorry if i was -um- distracting you....”

and you just smile at him and say that it’s fine

you mention you even like the song and you head back to your apartment and he’s just so..... starstruck LOL

like damn you’re his superduper cute neighbor who likes his song and was really kind to him and jshfkjhfakjf he really didn’t care that his friends were giving him grief

even when minhyuk calls him whipped he just shrugs his shoulders bc how could he spite his super cute neighbor when you kindly asked him to turn down his music???

a few more times you’ve done this and he gladly does it

but one time, on a random tuesday night, you stop by and he’s ready to apologize and fumble with the knobs when you stop him and ask him to tell you about it

and oh my god

that boy has never been at a loss for words until that very moment

even his roomie changkyun thinks it’s a miracle that’s possible but hey the guy turned his stereo down just for you so y’know

never say never

changkyun

the college student neighbor

basically the kid who comes back to the complex at like 2 or 3 AM with dark shadows under his eyes, a monster in one hand, an americano in the other and a huge ass backpack filled with papers

he majors in mechanical engineering but he’s also doing comp sci bc computers are cool??

he’s generally the more responsible one between him and jooheon

often reminding the older boy to pay for the utilities when needed because changkyun absolutely refuses to be caught out in public covered in sludge because dammit someone fucked up with the sewage and he had to fix it somehow right as their damn water went out LOL

anyway

he spends a lot of his time studying like crazy but also delivering pizzas for that extra money

fortunately, one of his consistent customers happens to be you aka his very cute neighbor who happens to like him but would rather hide under a rock than tell him LOL

you’re both actually students at the same university and you’ve seen him around, especially in class

a few times he’s actually helped you with calculus work and there was just something about him that made you really really smitten with him ok

like smart, good looking, nice voice???? hell ya

and you actually didn’t find out he delivered pizza until he walks out of the nearby pizza places and you just... decide that maybe you can chat with him this way?

your roomie jennie encourages this, considering she thinks you two would be absolutely adorable together but also cuz she really can’t believe you’re crushing on the neighbor like what are the odds????

anyway, you do this

but you do it at least like... once a week

and that is definitely not how jennie saw this whole thing going

even changkyun is a bit concerned with the growing amount of times he’s had to deliver pizza to his neighbor’s place so often (not that he’s complaining too much since you’re pretty darn attractive)

though he really is like “why does this person eat so much pizza omg???”

and jennie is honestly just Done with answering the door and casually calling you over to get it so she just leaves it to you

but

she devises a plan because she knows you’re serious about telling changkyun that you like him

after all, you know can’t keep watching him in passing forever

so she orders the pizza online, typing into the special request box to have him specifically deliver the pizza with a cute pick up line signed off with a “from a meddling roommate who just wants you and y/n to go out already pls” and and and he’s absolutely baffled by the request but hey you’re not the only one trying to woo the other ok

changkyun just hasn’t been so sure about doing it tho he’ll occasionally put in extra effort to chat with you and even ask how your day’s been

and he actually has been looking forward to all your weekly pizza orders

it’s just.... nice to see your face and the way your visage lights up at the sight of the pizza tho he hopes it’s cuz of him dsjhjsdhfksj (*whispers* it is)

hell, he even remembers you from math!!!!

anywayyyyyyyy

he decides to go through with it because why the hell not??? here’s his chance no matter how embarrassing it is

jennie forces you to answer the door, waving you off with a mischievous smirk that makes you all too suspicious before disappearing to her room and all you see is a really flustered changkyun

he just stutters out a pick up line:

“I’m in the mood for pizza... a pizza you, that is!”

he actually debated on a pizza one but he didn’t want to completely die of embarrassment but his red cheeks are almost too much and the only thing he can think to do is scribble his number onto the pizza box and just dip

you’re still in shock and as you turn the pizza box over to see his number and you turn as soon as you hear jennie’s giggles

“FUCKING FINALLY”

“WHAT DID YOU DO SLKDHFJSHFKSJFH”

“THAT. YOU’RE WELCOME”

and even tho you really wanna get mad at you, you seriously can’t help the goofy grin on your lips or shake the image of a very flustered changkyun scurrying off after that little ordeal

you finally got that boy’s number and you couldn’t be happier <3

hell, even changkyun’s pretty proud of himself... minus the immense cringing..... heh

it’s all worth it when he gets a notification from his phone and it reads:

[9:54 PM] unknown: hey, it’s y/n. i was definitely in the mood for a pizza a you too... (oh god kajsfkjahfaj pls excuse that....) just know that i really am glad you did that. sorry for my roommate! maybe i can make it up with some sushi?

he decides it won’t hurt to respond:

[9:56 PM] changkyun <3: sure, i’d like that (: no more pizza references... please

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