#chae hungwon

[written-in-flowers]

Bite, Fuck and Play: Pt. 8

“I don’t want to waste my time. Become another casualty of society. I’ll never fall in line, become another victim of your conformity and back down.” - Sum 41 “Fat Lip”

Pairing: ReaderxChangkyun, WonhoxHyungwon

Genre: Angst, Smut/ Vampire!AU/ BTS crossover

Summary: “I’m sick of The King’s shit. Fuck authority, let’s go hunt.” Here’s a glimpse into the rogue coven that defied the one person they shouldn’t have.  

Disclaimers: Bisexual!Reader, blood and Violence, recreational drug use, major character death.

A/N: I really want to thank @softjeon​ and @cassiavioletblue​ for letting me make an AU of their AU. If you haven’t read “Love Bite”, I highly recommend checking it out on softjeon’s m.list. It’s fantastic!

Part 1 in my m.list

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The place lit up like fireworks. The audience moved as one, pushing and shoving and rocking against one another. A sea of unique, special people filled the place with their booze and cigarettes. Other substances definitely floated around the room; you sensed it in their bodies as you went past. The place electrified you; you bounced, crashed and sang along to songs you’d never heard. Your eyes stayed on the stage where the band played on and on. You recalled the glamorous parties the mansion always hosted; Claudius enjoyed ballroom dancing and fine dining. He’d have hated this. He’d hate the sweat, the loud music, and the colorful people around him. It wasn’t his scene. You’d embraced it, laughing and smiling with Minhyuk who danced with you. You saw Kihyun in deep discussion with a tall man in a trilby hat, passing a joint between them. Drugs didn’t affect vampires like humans; the same with drinking. Their tolerance for it surprised you. Personally, you’d be throwing it up right away.

The band eventually left the stage so another group can take over. You’d posted yourself by the side of the room by Hyungwon, who discussed toxic masculinity affecting the punk rock scene with another friend. Your eyes met Changkyun’s instantly, but before you said anything two girls cornered him.

“You guys did great!” Hyungwon cheered, hugging each of the members. “Everyone is talking about you! You might end up trending!”

“Ugh, I don’t care about that shit,” Shownu waved a hand, taking a drink from Minhyuk’s tray of shots. “A bunch of wannabes only coming to gawk at us. Nobody cares about the music  anymore, man. It’s all about looks.” He immediately went into a rant the “intellectuals” listened on.

You looked to Minhyuk with a raised eyebrow. “He gets like that whenever SHE shows up,” he nodded to a pink-streaked haired girl watching him from afar. “Trixie. She’s as trashy as her name and she’s crazy about Shownu. Just wait. She’ll come over here.”

You saw Changkyun with the groupies. They giggled at his jokes and told him how great he was. You wished for a moment you didn’t have heightened hearing.

“You were really great up there,” a girl with cropped blonde hair said. “The way you get so into the music and they way you play is super hot.”

“Um, thanks.” He truly amazed you on stage.

“I absolutely love your song ‘Through Glass’!” another sporting purple hair told him. “Your voice is amazing. You should totally sing more.” You’ll admit you’d enjoyed his deep, smooth voice. It drew you in like a flame; it sounded so soulful and passionate.

“You’re so awesome!”

You instantly wanted to rip out their throats. You heard their accelerated heartbeats; saw their pupils get wider in their interest. The purple haired girl offered to buy him a drink, but he passed on it. Newborns shouldn’t drink alcohol so soon after turning. You told him it’ll make him violently ill. You saw how their eyes ate him up. Their false compliments made you sick. Kihyuns’ friend came up to you as you gazed on, offering you a hit. You took it without thinking, accustomed to the thick smoke filling your lungs. You tried focusing on a conversation rather than Changkyun and his groupies. He’s at perfect liberty to be with whoever he likes; it’s not your business. The two girls touched his arms, batted their eyes and smiled. He’ll kill them. If they lured him away from the group, they’ll end up torn apart. Newborns aren’t able to control their hunger as well as their elders. Considering the situation, the last thing you needed was The Court having another reason to investigate. Yes. That’s it. That’s the reason your claws dug into the wooden table seeing the blonde getting closer to him. That’s the reason your blood boiled. You’re worried about the investigation. Not him and the two groupies.

“So what’d you think?” Jooheon came beside you, sipping a beer. “About the set?”

“Great,” you forced yourself away from Changkyun and his prospective dinner. “Wonderful, actually. I’ve seen lots of bands come and go, and you guys are definitely up top. How come you haven’t been signed yet?”

Your praised lit up his face. “Oh, we’ve been trying. It’s why Hyungwon always blows us up on Twitter. That’s how it works now; not like in the old days when you gave mixtapes and hoped someone liked it enough.”

“Old days? When?”

“1987,” he smiled before taking another drink, “CBGB, baby.”

“You played there?” you said surprised.

“Nah, I wish. My band played the dive bars and hole-in-the-wall places. Things are different now. If you stir up enough popularity, clubs ask you to play. Kihyun and Hyungwon figure if we gain enough fans, we would rarely be booking anymore.”

You tried not glancing to Changkyun, but Jooheon caught you. “He’s not like that,” he said, but then added, “Okay, he’s a little like that. Do you blame him though? What would you do if you had hot girls all over you?”

You sighed defeatedly, “I’d fuck them.”

“Exactly.” He gave a wicked grin, putting down his beer. “Wanna tick him off a little?”

You eyed him, “Maybe...”

It happened in a flash. Jooheon crashed his lips into yours, the taste of beer on his tongue. Gently cupping your jaw with one hand, the other slipped into your hair keeping you close. In any other situation, you’d push him away. But Jooheon’s lips drew you in, his tongue slowly rolling with yours. Your back pushed into the wall and you melted in his hands. Your center suddenly warmed up and your hands ran up his chest to his neck where you kept him still. Suddenly, you wanted his hands all over you. You ached for his touch and taste; for him to fill you.

“Emotional transference?” you smiled, your forehead pressed on his.

“Yup,” he grinned, laughing along with you. “Great for meals,” he pecked your lips again, “And for fucking. Makes it more intense.”

He recaptured your lips. He rounded the small table and your thighs parted for him. The entire world fell away as you lost yourself into his kiss. It honestly meant nothing. Nothing you did ever meant anything. Even if you did screw Jooheon, it’d be a one-time thing. If he’s good enough, maybe more than once. The band on the stage began playing another song that strengthened Jooheon. He took hold of your thighs, spreading and squeezing them. Both of you grew hotter in the crowded atmosphere; the sensation you shared creeping on both of you like a mist. Neither of you cared about the people glancing your way or the others cheering and teasing. There’d been a time where your kind made love in the open. You’d bite and scratch each other, growling and snarling as your bodies humped one another. But when Hoseok forced vampires into hiding, any sort of vampiric displays were forbidden.

He even tried stopping people from fucking.

“He’s furious,” Jooheon chuckled between kisses, his hands going just beneath your shirt.

You felt it too. “You outta stop, little boy,” you smirked, “He’s a newborn. He might just lose himself again.”

He scoffed, “I want him to try. It’ll give me an excuse to train him. Wonho won’t let me.”

Exactly like Andris. His mouth left your lips for your collarbone, nipping gently with his fangs. The slight pinches forced a growl and you did the same back. The poison in his fangs heightened the euphoria inside you. His fingers began fumbling with your belt buckle so yours did the same. He’d become rock hard in the few minutes you’d both kissed and grinded together. Your body came to life in his hands, slowly rocking towards the cock twitching against your thigh. Jooheon let out a small moan, but then you both heard footsteps thump your way.

“Here he comes,” you kissed Jooheon again. There are better ways to provoke Changkyun into a fight, but you certainly didn’t mind this one.

“Jooheon…” he started off quietly, standing a foot away from you. “Can we talk?”

Both you and Jooheon grinned widely at one another. Jooheon then said, “Can it wait? I’m kinda busy.”

“It’s important.”

“Not as important as this,” he licked the blood dripping from your collarbone and kissed you. Your eyes met Changkyun’s. For the briefest moment, your heart dropped seeing him so upset. You suddenly felt foolish.

“Jooheon, I mean it.”

“And I mean this.” His anger was growing; you both felt it. Jealousy is a powerful emotion. “Go talk to the groupies over there. They’ll love your attention.”

Changkyun’s hand dug into Jooheon’s shoulder, forcing him to turn around. Jooheon did not protest or looked shocked. In fact, he appeared amused. “Aww, what’s wrong, Changkyunie? Mad because I’m gonna screw your girlfriend? You know, jealousy isn’t healthy,” he taunted.

Changkyun clenched his fists. He glanced over to you, his jealousy mixing with his pain. You’d been childish. All because you’d seen him talking to other girls when he’s not even yours. You buckled yourself up, then stood in front of him. “You don’t own me,” you said, “And I don’t own you. You’re allowed to be with whoever you want and I can do the same.”

“I-I know,” he grunted, keeping his eyes on Jooheon, “But I know why he’s doing it. He wants me to fight him when Wonho said he couldn’t.”

Jooheon walked closer to him, “I just wanna see if you’re still a pussy or if you’ve actually manned up.” The challenge hung in the air, but would Changkyun take the bait? “I’m all over your girl-”

“-Excuse me?-”

“-Aren’t you mad?” Jooheon gently poked his shoulder. “I know how you feel about her. I can tell whenever you’re around her. Doesn’t it bother you somebody else might claim her for themselves?”

“Nobody is fucking claiming me!”

Jooheon poked him again, the boy gradually growing angrier. “Come on, big man,” he came closer while Changkyun backed away. “Do something. I’m right here.” He pushed him once more, “If you wanna be a big badass vampire to impress her, let’s go. Now’s your chance.”

“Jooheon! Changkyun!” Shownu stalked over, immediately getting in between them. Compared to thin Changkyun and lean Jooheon, Shownu was a beast. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

“I wanna see if turning him was worth it,” said Jooheon. “He’s been a little bitch this entire time! He’s gotta learn to defend himself one way or another.”

“Not here,” Shownu’s eyes narrowed. “Anywhere but here.”

When Jooheon reached to prod Changkyun again, the younger grabbed the hand and held it tightly. “Then outside it is,” Changkyun growled, throwing Jooheon’s hand, grabbing him by the shirt and taking him through a back door.

You and the others followed them outside. Changkyun became deaf to Shownu’s warnings and Minhyuk’s words of caution. This was definitely not one of your better ideas. You should’ve known; you’d seen it so many times before.

“Men…”

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Jooheon took it too far. He’d teased Changkyun plenty of times, but it’d been brotherly. This was not. He knew how Jooheon felt about him not feeding right away; how Changkyun walked away from fights rather than attack. If it’d been him at the beach party, he’d have beaten the frat guy to a pulp. Changkyun would show him. He pushed the elder into a back alley. The scent of hot garbage in the humid air nearly choked him. He managed his senses much better now, but it crept on him if he let go. Jooheon didn’t make things easier. He showed absolutely no fear; in fact, he jeered and japed. Changkyun growled at him in a way he’d never done. It’d been a deep, low growl that came from a primitive side of him. The pair circled one another in the damp alley, ignoring commands from their elder. The tension grew too high to ignore it now.  

“Jooheon,” Shownu called out, getting close to him, “There’s better places to do this. We can’t do this here.”

“What better time than now?” Jooheon hardly spared Shownu a glance. “It won’t take long either,” he sneered at Changkyun, “I’ll be back to the best part of my nig-”

SLAM! Changkyun’s fist sailed right across Jooheon’s cheek. Shownu held Changkyun back, but the newborn easily pushed the man away. Jooheon chuckled, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Changkyun made to hit him again, but Jooheon caught his fist and twisted his arm until his whole body turned around.

“What do you do now?” Jooheon asked, all taunting out of his voice. “I have your arm pinned to your back. What do you do?”

Changkyun did what he always did. His free elbow jabbed at Jooheon’s side hard; the hit released him from Jooheon’s grasp and he swiped long claws at him. “You go for the face too much,” said Jooheon, cupping a bloody cheek, “There’s other parts you gotta worry about. Like this.” He gave Changkyun a swift kick that tripped him to the ground. Standing over him, he said, “You have to pay attention to more than the face. Everyone goes for it. Get up.” When he stood again, “Try and block me.”

“Wha-wha-”

Jooheon hit him without warning, “Block me!” He sent a strike to Changkyun’s abdomen. “Come on! Block! Don’t you know how?!”

He staggered a bit from the hits, but he won’t back down now. He’d show them. He’d show you that he’s not a helpless baby. Changkyun lifted both arms over his face to block Jooheon’s blows, but then the older said, “You gotta hit me back at some point! And I’m being easy on you! Whoever Court sends won’t be!”

He grabbed one of Jooheon’s oncoming hands, crushing it in his own and pushing him back. Jooheon nodded, “There you go! Come at me!”

Changkyun dealt him back a hit to the ribcage. His new strength put ten times more power behind it. Jooheon blocked the next one by catching his wrist between both arms and pushing it away before giving his own swing back. Changkyun dodged it by a few inches. The pair circled one another again when Jooheon hit him again, once, twice, three times in his abdomen, chest and cheek. His head began swimming from the pain before a part of him snapped. He didn’t know what happened or where it came from, but Jooheon put up his fists for the attack.

Claws slashed through clothes and skin. Fangs sunk into necks and shoulders. Growling and snarling filled the alley way over the sounds of cheering. Blood filled his mouth, a sickly lead taste Changkyun gagged on, and it stuck under his new claws. He punched a bloody fist into Jooheon’s nose and ribs. He kicked Jooheon square in the chest, sending the man back a few feet and ran towards him. He will tear him apart. Flashes of you and Jooheon together drove him wild. He knew he didn’t own you, but the sight of you with someone else...He towered over him before an arm went around his waist. Shownu easily lifted him, carrying him away.

“That’s enough!” the powerful voice of Wonho rung throughout the alley. Shirt slightly askew, and hair tousled, they’d clearly interrupted something important. He helped a woozy Jooheon to the ground, but then gave a hard shove. “What are you doing?”

“A bit of training, that’s all.”

“Training?” Wonho stepped over to him, “Changkyun is a baby. He could’ve ripped your insides out!” he looked between them both, “Inside. Now. Both of you.”

“But Wonho-” Changkyun struggled against Shownu’s strong arms.

“I said ‘now’!” he demanded. “Before I kick the shit out of each of you myself!” he walked away mumbling something about “...like animals” and “...can’t get a decent fuck anymore”.

Hyungwon typically went after him, and the others followed obediently. Only you, Changkyun, and Jooheon remained outside. You glanced to each of them before telling a growling Changkyun, “I’m nobody’s girl or mate or anything. I’m allowed to be with who I want.”

“You did it because you saw me with those girls,” he grunted, wiping blood from his face. He was covered from neck to chest. His wounds already began healing as well as Jooheon’s. “You weren’t going to honestly screw him.”

“How would you know? We were pretty close to it.” You pushed him, “Next time forget what I’m doing and focus on yourself.”

He shoved you back, “Then you should do the same!”

“You had two perfectly good meals standing-”

“-I.M.! I.M.!”

The two girls burst out through the back door, smiling widely when they saw him. However they faded once they saw the blood on his shirt and hands. He recalled how they’d practically thrown themselves on him inside. They would’ve hopped into his pants if he’d let them; a part of him wanted to until he saw you and Jooheon. You, Changkyun and Jooheon came closer together, grinning at the two girls. Their instincts told them to flee. He felt fear coursing in their veins like blood. They must taste wonderful. It clogged up his nose and stayed with him. That primal urge came back; it made him feel dizzy.

“Hey ladies,” he walked closer, Jooheon following him closely. “Do you still want to see our dressing room?”

They might’ve gotten away if you hadn’t blocked their way inside. Jooheon grabbed the blond, clapping a hand over her mouth and muffling her screams. He wasted no time in biting her neck; his claws dug into her skin which only produced more blood. You pushed the purple haired girl into Changkyun’s arms, putting them behind her back as she attempted kicking him. He let you have her first, sinking your teeth into her flesh before he joined you. His eyes found yours in the middle of her throat. Deep crimson rung around your irises that brought out their natural hue. He took in how your lips caressed the girl’s skin as if easing her into the poison filling her veins now. He did the same. He watched and copied what you did, which you allowed. He wanted you again. He wanted to tear your top apart, kiss and nibble over your neck and breasts before tugging down your pants and underwear. He couldn’t help imagining your sweet moans and the way you’d tremble under him. Then he remembered you with Jooheon and his heart cracked in two. If it meant nothing with Jooheon, it’ll certainly mean nothing with him.

Once both girls were drained dry, the group chucked them into a large dumpster. You left for the club again while he and Jooheon cleaned up in the bathroom.

“Hey,” Jooheon said, turning on a faucet, “No hard feelings?”

Changkyun studied him. This was Jooheon’s way: fight you but then extend a hand after. Changkyun took it, “Not at all.”

Jooheon looked him over once, “You need to know how to fight.”

“I do, thanks.”

“Not the way we do. Whoever you fight will be just as powerful as you if not more,” he wiped a damp paper towel over the blood smeared over him. “They’re not going to be bums on the street or your drunk stepdad-”

“-Mom’s boyfriend-” he removed his white shirt that had been stained with blood. He’d be going without one tonight.

“-Whatever,” Jooheon dismissed. “They’re fast. They’re smart and they’ve been doing it longer than you. You did good towards the end, though. You would’ve killed me if Wonho and Shownu hadn’t appeared.”

“I…” he wiped off blood from his skin, “I lost control. I can’t lose control every time.”

“You can certainly tap into it if you wanted.” He then smirked, “Just think about Y/N fucking someone else whenever you fight.”

He said nothing to this. “She’s allowed to do what she wants with whoever. It’s not my business.”

“Doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to be a teeny bit jealous about it.” When they both finished up, he said, “Just tell her how you feel if you actually feel anything. I mean, you hardly know her, dude.”

“I know. It’s just...I feel different around her.” He didn’t feel like such a loser. “It doesn’t matter anyways. She doesn’t care. She’s too hung up on whoever she was with before to notice anyone else.”

He held back the bit of anger inside him. The selfish part wondered why you held onto someone who’d died so long ago.They’re gone. They’re never coming back no matter how badly you missed them. Yet, the understanding part of him sympathized with you. He’d left home three years ago and he still missed his mother. But death is different than walking away. “Let’s get fucked up...or pretend to anyways.”

Jooheon laughed and followed him out.

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Next Chapter: Pt. 9

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In Time

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[iwillgiveyoumyhappiness]

채형원, Chae Hyungwon

anonymous asked:

after today's outburst, I need something extremely sweet. I need Hyungwon and sweetness in the same scenario. I had thought of roommates!au where the reader doesn't even know Won because either he sleeps or he's at work, so one evening they find themselves eating together Chinese on the couch by pure chance and they discover that they have many things in common cc The rest is up to you My mars, you always did miracle with that brain of yours. love you - Saturn

Group: Monsta X

Member: Hyungwon

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You’d been living there for about half a year, that apartment complex in the eye of the city. You hadn’t been living there alone, but it certainly felt like it sometimes. 

Everyday, you woke up to the same birds chirping and the same cars shuffling out of the parking lot for work. You woke up to the same cold, empty feeling in the two bedroom, one bathroom apartment; like you shared it with a ghost.

You didn’t dislike living there—it was just odd. When you woke up, he was gone. When you came home, he was asleep. He always left for work early. Too early, in your opinion. You weren’t even completely sure what he did for a living. 

You’d gotten kicked out of your previous apartment for not paying rent on time, so when you read in the newspaper about some guy nearby and close to your age that needed a roommate, you impulsively jumped at the opportunity. 

You knew nothing about Chae Hyungwon. You didn’t even know what he usually ate for breakfast. You lived in the same space, but you were miles upon miles apart.

If there was something important to mention to each other, you’d just write it on the chalkboard in the kitchen. Right now, it read: “Need eggs”, written neatly in bright blue chalk. 

You’d become more familiar with his handwriting than his face or voice. 

You could barely picture him when you closed your eyes. Barely hear his voice. There was something so distant about living a room across from someone, yet knowing nothing about one another.  

It was an unwritten rule that you were in charge of groceries, so you made a mental note to go out after work. You sighed, boiling some water for tea. There was something very comforting about tea in the morning. 

Perhaps it was the warmth that it gave you. The warmth which you were normally lacking. Your mind drifted to your flatmate. 

A part of you was deathly afraid that he was a drug dealer or something. At the very least, tangled up with the wrong crowd. But the other half of you knew that he couldn’t be. 

You’d only met him personally a few times. Once to see if you wanted to room together, a second time to finalize your contract. And after that,  just a few chance meetings here and there when you both got up for midnight snacks, or you happened to see him in the morning before he left. 

Every once in a while, if he was magically still awake when you got home, he’d sometimes call from his room, “Welcome back!” 

With all that in mind, you remembered how soft his hand had been the day you’d shaken on the splitting the rent 50/50. That had stuck with you, and you thought that meant something.  

You looked down at your hand, tingling in reminiscence. If you remembered the warmth of his hand, there had to be warmth in his heart. If only he would reach out...

You sighed to yourself. It wasn’t like you were giving it much effort either. You poured your tea, leaving it out to cool while you got dressed for the day.

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You reached for your keys, struggling to fish them out from your jacket pocket. You had six plastic bags from the grocery store hooked on your arms, so suffice to say, you were having issues. 

Finally, you were victorious in your battle against the annoying, jangling lumps of metal. When you unlocked the door, you tried to set everything down as quietly as possible. Hyungwon was usually asleep by now. 

You put everything away that needed to be refrigerated, but you left everything else for tomorrow. Right now, your brain was exhausted and all you wanted to do was sit down with that good book you’d been reading. 

You scanned the kitchen counters. “Not here,” you mumbled to yourself. Then it clicked. The living room. You walked into the next room, flicking on the lights. Immediately, you screamed, assuming a semi-threatening pose you recalled seeing in a Bruce Lee movie once. 

Sitting on the couch—surrounded by Chinese takeout and currently shoving a dumpling into his mouth—sat Chae Hungwon. He was holding your book open, reading it thoroughly. He didn’t even look at you until he’d finished the page. 

“Hi,” he said simply, giving a small nod of acknowledgement. 

You gaped at him, slipping out of the ninja-esque pose. “You’re here,” you said. 

He nodded slowly. “I should hope so. It’s my house, after all. Well, half my house,” he corrected. “Half yours, too.” 

“You’re awake,” you said, even more disbelieving than before. 

He chuckled, smiling a little awkwardly. “Yeah, I guess I am.” 

Your eyes raked over him. He wasn’t a ghost anymore. He was there, palpable and so, so close. Suddenly, all the memories you’ve had of him previously—no matter how short, even if it was just a glance from the back—they all came rushing back to you, creating the image of the man that stood before you. 

You could feel your jaw threatening to drop again. 

He was actually kind of attractive.  

He was long and lanky, but not in a weak, paper-thin way, more like a lean and well-toned way. His hair looked soft and well-styled and his face was nothing to scoff at. Luscious, dewy lips, big and expressive eyes, annoyingly perfect proportions—why did you not remember him looking like this?

It occurred to you that it was your first proper meeting with each other since signing your lease. 

You suddenly felt horribly under-dressed in your own house. There was something about the vibe he gave off that made you feel small in his presence. You shifted uncomfortably, looking down at your faded jeans and five-year-old sneakers. 

You adjusted yourself, trying not to show weakness. This was your house, too. You couldn’t just be pushed over like that. You cleared your throat. “What are you doing awake so late?” you asked. 

He shrugged. “Felt sick,” he said. 

Your tensed shoulders loosened. “Really?” you asked in a quiet voice. “Well, are you feeling any better now?” 

He nodded. “Yeah. I think I was just hungry.” He shoved down another two dumplings. “I didn’t even really wanna go to work this morning, to be honest.” 

You chuckled a little, feeling yourself relax. Maybe he wasn’t as high-class and uppity as he looked. “Well, you wake up at an ungodly hour,” you said. “I wouldn’t wanna leave either.” 

“Exactly.” he said. He pouted a little. “It’s really not fair.” 

You nodded. “I bet.” Your attention was drawn back to the book in his hand. “Is that mine?” you asked, simple curiosity getting the better of you. 

“It has a unicorn bookmark in it, so I’m guessing it is,” he said.

You flushed a little. You had forgotten that was in there. “That’s a misunderstanding,” you said quickly. “It’s actually my niece’s, but she left it in my purse, so I didn’t see a point in wasting it, so I—”

He held up a hand. “You don’t need to make excuses,” he said. “I share an apartment with you, so I trust you.” 

You raised a brow. “You trust me?” you echoed. “We’ve barely said two words to each other.” 

He grabbed some Beef Lo Mein from off the coffee table. “True,” he said, “but you also haven’t murdered me in my sleep yet, so that gives you some brownie points.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh. “I guess that is pretty impressive,” you said. “Though, since we haven’t talked much, maybe I just haven’t found a reason to murder you yet.” 

He looked up at with with shocked eyes, completely meme-worthy. You crossed your arms proudly. You could quip right back, and you prided yourself on it. 

He broke into a cute, breathy fit of laughter. “Okay, you’ve won some fried rice,” he said, holding out a takeout box for you. 

You reached out for it. “Thanks,” you said. 

He pulled it out of your reach. “Do you never sit on the couch?” he asked. 

“I... do?” you said, not entirely sure what he was getting at. 

He gestured to the sofa. “Sit down, then,” he said. “It’s your furniture too, you know. It’s not mine just because I’m sitting here.” 

You snatched the rice from him. “Fair enough,” you said. He was staring at you again. You shrugged a little. “You were holding it for too long.” You sat down next to him, slowly and quietly munching on some of the takeout. “This is so awkward,” you laughed after a minute. You scooted down the couch, further from him. 

He chuckled. “Why?” he asked. “We live together.” 

“Yeah,” you said, “but we don’t know each other.” 

He nodded understandingly. “Okay, I get your point.” He set down his bowl of noodles. “Then, let’s get to know each other.” He faced you, leaning his arm against the back of the couch to prop his head up. “What do you do for a living?” 

You didn’t expect the question, but it didn’t deter you either. “I’m a university professor,” you said. 

An impressed expression washed over his face. “Really?” he said, intrigued. “For what?” 

“Astronomy,” you said. He noticed the way your eyes lit up. “I give lectures about the patterns of the stars and the planets and...” you trailed off, a small smile sticking to your lips. “Sorry,” you said. “I’m probably boring you.” 

He shook his head. “Not at all,” he assured you. “I was into it. Please, teach me, professor.” 

You chuckled at the corniness. “Maybe next time,” you said. “I wanna know about you, too.” You leaned against the back of the couch too, mirroring his position. “What do you do, Mr. Chae?” 

He chuckled at the name. “DJ,” he said simply, sucking in a mouthful of noodles. 

You blinked. “Huh,” you said. “Didn’t expect that one. Just by the way you look, I thought you’d be a—” 

He swallowed. “I do modeling, too.” 

You almost choked on the water you’d started drinking. “Dude!” you coughed. “What the heck!” 

He looked at you, tilting his head. “What do you mean?” he asked. 

“Why are you living in this dump?” you asked, completely shocked. “Modeling gigs pay freakin’ well, so I’m sure you can afford better than this.” 

He shrugged. “Maybe I like this dump,” he said. 

“And maybe you don’t,” you answered back.  

He huffed. “I’m staying, okay?” he said firmly. 

You felt yourself shiver a little. He was definitely someone you wouldn’t want to get on the bad-side of. “But why?” you couldn’t help yourself from asking. 

“You live on a teacher’s salary, right?” he asked. 

You nodded. “Yeah. What about it?” 

“That’s why,” he said, taking a sip of Cola. 

You furrowed your brows in confusion before it clicked. He didn’t move out, even if he could afford a better place, because he didn’t want you to get kicked out of another apartment. 

It touched you, in some strange way. 

You’d been living with a perfect stranger, but that perfect stranger was looking out for you, without you even realizing it. It was humbling. 

“Thanks for getting groceries, by the way,” Hyungwon said. “I’m never able to thank you ‘cause I’m always either at work or exhausted, but I really am grateful.” He gestured to the rusty old balcony to his left. “And the flowers you put out there are pretty.” 

You smiled a little. “Thanks,” you said. It felt nice to be appreciated. “I like the painting you put up in the hallway the other day.” 

“Oh, you noticed it?” 

You nodded. “Of course I did,” you said. “It really livens the place up.” 

“I agree!” he said, a smiling spreading across his thick lips. “I thought it looked really boring all plain like that.” 

You hummed in agreement. “Exactly! I’m glad you put it up when you did. I was about to go out and buy paint.” 

You and Hyungwon ended up talking together until you fell asleep on the couch, still surrounded by takeout. Neither of you woke up in time for work in the morning, but that didn’t really bother you two very much. 

You’d found a friend in each other, you thought. You were a lot more similar than you’d expected from two perfect strangers. 

You decided... You’d really enjoying living in this dingy apartment from now on.

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I love him, and I love you. Take comfort in non-misogynistic Hyungwon. He cares. <3

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