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[slytherinshua]

[ 3:09am ]

You turned to the other side of the bed again, trying to find a comfortable position that would gift you a good night’s sleep. But nothing seemed to work. No matter what position, how many blankets you had, or whether you were lying on the cool side of the pillow seemed to make any difference.

You tried drinking water, warm milk, taking melatonin, a breathing exercise, listening to soft music, and lying down with your eyes shut for 30 minutes. Yet, still, sleep evaded you.

You sighed in frustration, feeling hopeless at this point. Why was falling asleep so damn hard?

Your eyes glanced over to your boyfriend who was sleeping soundly next to you. How did he manage it so easily every night? 

You hesitated, not knowing if waking Myungjun up was really the best idea. But you didn’t know what else to try at this point. You tapped his shoulder ever-so-gently, eyes watching his face in hopes he would wake up.

He stirred slightly, his eyes opening slowly and a sigh leaving his lips. “Baby?” He asked softly, realising something must be wrong if you were still awake at this hour. He observed your face, worry setting in his features as he noticed how sleep-deprived you looked.

“I can’t sleep…” You whispered helplessly. The amount of failed attempts at falling asleep tonight was just making you feel like shit. Even a newborn baby could get to sleep just fine, but you couldn’t? 

“I’m sorry to wake you up… but I’ve tried everything, and I just want to get some sleep. Can we cuddle or something?” You asked, and Myungjun nodded immediately. 

“Of course. Come here.” He smiled, grabbing your wrist gently, and pulling you over so your head was resting on his chest. He hugged you, left hand rubbing up and down your back in a soothing manner. 

“Do you want me to sing for you?” He offered, wanting to try anything he could to let you get some rest as soon as possible.

You smiled, “Yes please.” You closed your eyes, hugging him tighter and snuggling under the covers. He started to sing softly, almost in a whisper. It was delicate and breathy, and even though he had just woken up 3 minutes ago, he sounded gorgeous.

With the help of his singing, you were slowly lulled to sleep, breathing deepening. Myungjun smiled and closed his eyes too, drifting back to sleep easily with you in his arms.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ astro taglist: @yeonjuns-bluehair,, @hannahsophie0103

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ a/n: this is very self indulgent?? ssnksjks it's 2 am rn and i can't sleep 😭 wishing i had mj to sing me to sleep rn cause this is awful.... hope everyone else who struggles with insomnia can get some good sleep :( love you all <33

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[leehestia]

Jealousy // sanha x reader ft. eunwoo

Pairing: sanha x reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Synopsis: Sanha denies his love for Y/N, but later on realizes it through jealousy.

Warnings: jealousy, insecurity, swearing (?), dorm era

Authors note: THSI WAS REQUESTED BUT I TOTALLY LOST THE REQUEST OMG IM SO SORRY 💀 I am a dumbass and it was my first request so i didnt know how to work it🧍‍♀️

Authors note (2): i know sanha and eunwoo love each other very much and we don't know whats going on in their lives, so i just wanted to yet yall know that its not completely accurate, and that sanha may or may not be feeling this feeling towards eunwoo, but we don't know 🤷‍♀️

...

"Of course they'd hang out, they're both perfect." Sanha sighed through the phone call. "I know. But we can't do anything about it. We can't just force them to stop just for your sake." Moonbin answered. "It's just really annoying. The way Eunwoo just does everything with her these days." Sanha groaned. "Wait, don't tell me..." "What?" "Do you seriously like Y/N?" "Of course I do, she's my friend." Sanha said, confused. "No, you dumbass. As a woman." Moonbin remarked. "Oh- well I- I never really thought about it." Sanha blushed. Moonbin paused for a moment with a chuckle, "Okay then... I guess not." Moonbin shruged. "H-hyung, I'll get going, someone else is calling and it's really important... Bye!" Sanha excused

He sighed with his heart furiously beating in his chest. Liked you as a woman? Couldn't be true.

Suddenly, Sanha heard the doorbell ring. He went to open the door only to see you.

"Oh, Sanha." You smiled. "Y/N..." Sanha said with nervous excitement. "May I ask where Eunwoo is?" You said. Sanha paused, an awkward smile forming on his face as he avoids eye contact. "He's just in his room." Sanha answered before giving space for you to come in. "Thanks..." You said with a soft laugh before coming in and removing your shoes. You hung your scarf and coat on the rack, before walking towards Eunwoo's room.

Sanha just watched you by the door, looking at you with a pout. He then later closed the door and walked to his room with a sigh. He lied on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He kept hearing giggles and laughter from outside his room, your voice of fun annoying him. Sanha groaned, taking his earphones from the bedside table and plugging it into his phone, playing music. He put it on the loudest volume, and closing his eyes to fall a sleep.

But he couldn't sleep.

Whenever his eyes close, his brain is plastered with an image of you. Whenever love songs play, he imagines you and him as each lyric. It annoyed him like hell. He wanted to throw his phone on a wall. He took his earphones out, stepping out of his bed as he went outside.

There, he saw you and Eunwoo. You and Eunwoo’s perfect faces in the kitchen, sitting on the counter chairs while eating. "God, please get a room." Sanha said with an eye roll as he walked towards the kitchen. You only laughed, looking at Sanha's annoyed expression. Sanha went straight to the fridge, looking at it. He immediately took the iced coffee, closing the fridge. “Ya… what’s that in your hand?” You asked, eyeing the iced coffee. Sanha looked, and started laughing awkwardly. “You hate coffee…” Eunwoo said. “I grabbed the wrong one.” Sanha said, before going back to the fridge and putting it back, getting the banana juice. “That’s Moonbin’s.” Eunwoo pointed at the banana juice. “Oh.” Sanha put back the juice and properly looked at the fridge this time. He sighed, taking the strawberry juice. “Have fun guys.” Sanha said in a sarcastic tone, going back to his room. “What’s wrong with him?“ You asked, looking at Eunwoo. Eunwoo looked back at you with a shrug, “22 year old hormones I guess…” You gave Eunwoo a chuckle.

Sanha silently screamed into a pillow as he kicked his bed. Sanha reached for the strawberry juice on his bedside table and finished it in one go. He crumpled the box with furrowed eyebrows, and threw it in the trash can like a basketball. “SCORE!” He shouted. Realizing what he just done, he put a hand on his mouth. He sighed, and continued to scream into his pillow. “What are you doing…” Minhyuk, his roommate walked it. “Rocky hyung!” Sanha whined, kicking. “You’re like a baby, Sanha. What happened now?” Minhyuk sat beside Sanha. “I don’t want to admit it, but I’m starting to get annoyed with Eunwoo and Y/N.” Sanha pouted. Minhyuk raised an eyebrow, then suddenly gasped, “You’re jealous!” He said, pointing at Sanha. “No, why would I be?” Sanha questioned. “Because no one gives a shit about them, it’s just you. Moonbin told me about your little stutters during the phone call.” Minhyuk teased. “I did not stutter! It probably lagged!” Sanha defended. “Ey… That’s obviously jealousy, Sanha.” Minhyuk crossed his arms. “It’s not!” “Then go take a jealousy quiz to see if you are!” Minhyuk suggested. “That’s stupid.” Sanha said. “Just take it, I’m telling you, you’re so obviously jealous!”

3 minutes later, Sanha finished taking the quiz, “IM JEALOUS?” Sanha choked. “I knew it!” Minhyuk laughed. “Yah, do you like Y/N? I mean as a woman by the way.” “No!” Sanha exclaimed. “Weh… Take another quiz!” Minhyuk instructed. “What? No-“ “Take it.” Minhyuk furrowed his eyebrows.

3 minutes later once more, “WHAT? THATS NOT TRUE! THIS QUIZ CANNOT DEFINE MY FEELINGS!” Sanha shouted, pointing at his phone that he just threw on the floor. Minhyuk cackled, finding joy in Sanha’s denial. “That’s just a stupid quiz hyung! I don’t like her!” “Then you love her~” Minhyuk laughed, receiving a hit on the arm by Sanha. “Yah, let’s go test it out.” Minhyuk said, excited. He pushed Sanha out of their room and into the kitchen.

There, they both saw you and Eunwoo still eating. “Oh, Y/N, Eunwoo!” Minhyuk called out, still pushing Sanha towards the both of you. “Oh, Minhyuk. Do you want to join us?” You asked, making Eunwoo look at you confused. “Of course!” Minhyuk laughed, placing Sanha to sit beside you, then him sitting beside Eunwoo. “What were you guys talking about?” Eunwoo suddenly asked.

“Why’d you ask?” Sanha answered back. “I heard you shouting “That’s not true this quiz cannot define my feelings!”” Eunwoo mimicked Sanha with a laugh, causing Sanha to glare at him. “It’s just nothing, Rocky hyung forced me to take some personality quiz.” Sanha half-lied. It was true that the quiz was about his personality and feelings, but he left something very important about that quiz. It was about his feelings towards you. “Well I guess that personality quiz showed something you never knew about yourself.” You laughed, making Sanha blush. “Oh- Y-yeah I guess…”

…

“See you next next week guys!” Eunwoo waved. Eunwoo was going to a fashion event for two weeks in Paris, and it joyed Sanha. He wouldn’t have to see Y/N and him flirting in the kitchen or living room for two weeks. Two weeks! He was so happy that he even gave Eunwoo a goodbye gift like he would never come back.

“Thanks again Sanha for the gift, see you!” Eunwoo cupped Sanha’s cheeks, squishing them. “Okay, okay, bye bye!” Sanha grinned. Eunwoo left, shutting the door. Jinwoo clasped his hands, turning back to his room. The rest of the members did the same, except Sanha. He stood infront of the door, a big grin still on his face.

No Y/N! No Eunwoo! No flirting! No teasing! The best idea for Sanha.

The doorbell rang, and Sanha being infront of the door, he opened it.

"Sanha!" "Y/N?" Sanha said, shocked. "Why are you here? I thought you knew Eunwoo left." Sanha asked. "I know Eunwoo left, but he's not my only friend here." You smiled. "Okay..." Sanha said, awkward, "Come in... I guess..."

You gave him a smile and went in, hanging your coat and removing your shoes. "Where are your members?" You asked, going straight to the kitchen. "They're in their room." Sanha answered, following behind her.

"Well then, I'm sure they wouldn't want to be disturbed. Let's eat! Just the two of us." You smiled widely. Just the two of us. Just the two of us?! Sanha smiled back, but it was totally awkward.

"Well, what do you guys have?" You asked, opening the fridge. "Not much, we don't really stay here that much, as you know. We have rameyon though." Sanha answered. "That'll do!" You giggled. "Where is it? Is it here?" You said, trying to reach for the highest shelf. Sanha sighed, seeing you struggle.

He walked up to you, holding your shoulder for support as he reached for the rameyon. You blushed as his chest was pressed to your back, his hand shifting from your shoulder to your waist. "What kind of stupid ass would put this at the back of the shelf..." Sanha complained, finally taking ahold of the rameyon. He turned and walked to the stove, leaving you red and sheepish. "You're so young yet so tall..." You complimented to boost your self-confidence about how 'you're not short and that he's just tall'. You're neck almost gets dislocated everytime you see Sanha.

He chuckled at your compliment, starting the electric stove and adding water. You both gawkily leaned on the counter while waiting for the water to boil a little. A few minutes later, Sanha pushed himself off the counter, going to the stove to add the noodles. He stirred them around a bit, before going back beside you to lean awkwardly again. What a pain.

"What made you hang out with Eunwoo a lot these days?" Sanha asked out of the blue. You were not ready for that question. "Well, I haven't really thought about it. Do you usually need a reason to hang out with someone?" You answered with a shrug. "No, not really. Just asking." Sanha scratched his nape. He gulped for a moment, before continuing, "It's just that... you know, it used to be... us, usually..." Sanha pressed his lips together. "Oh"

There it was again. Awkwardness.

"I mean, I'm not saying you should choose me over Eunwoo, I'm just wondering that- well- I-" Sanha didn't know what to say, he just... gave up and sighed, going back to the stove to stir the noodles. He stirred for a moment, then stopping. "Do you... like me?" Sanha said, placing the fork down. "Of course I do." You answered hesitantly, not knowing what he meant. “What?” You paused for a little, analyzing what he just said. "Oh, well- Sanha I- I'm- uh- washroom." You stuttered, running away. Sanha looked back as he saw you running into the washroom. He softly smiled and giggled as opened the rameyon powder and poured it in.

...

Pure silence was the loudest thing that was going on. Pure silence.

You didn't feel like eating, as you just stared at the red soup that drowned the noodles. "Eat, Y/N." Sanha said, mouth full of noodles. You looked at Sanha who was currently sitting across you, and sighed as you gave him a nod, picking up the chopsticks.

"Sanha, would we still be friends if I was a worm?" You asked, dipping your spoon into the soup. "Sure, I guess." Sanha said. "What if I dated Eunwoo, would we still be friends?" You said abruptly.

Sanha just stared at you, his cheeks puffed and red from the spice of the noodles, and maybe because of your question. "Of course I would.” Sanha said in a low voice, stuffing himself with noodles. "But why?” You continued to question him. “Isn’t it obvious? Why would your relationship with Eunwoo affect ours?” You closed your eyes before replying, "I see.” Sanha's eyebrows were furrowed this time, his expression slowly changing. You looked up at him to see his expression of antipathy to your personal questions. You gave an awkward smile before saying, "Oh no, I think there's an misunderstanding..." You chuckled, before looking down. "Are you dating Eunwoo?” You can sense that Sanha was getting annoyed. “No.” You mumbled. “Then what?” He said. You've been going around in circles ever since you step foot in this dorm today, of course he'd be annoyed. And you were most definitely annoyed at yourself too. Asking him random questions, getting him all confused, the cause of this whole uncomfortable circus.

“Sanha I-“

"Y/N I like you." Sanha said with furrowed eyebrows and closed eyes, his fist balled on top of the table. Finally. This confusing story of Sanha and yours was over. Now you just had to think of a response. "Really?"

"Yes really, Y/N."

You couldn't say anything else. You just looked into his eyes with a huge blush. Sanha looked into yours too, his expression softening.

You broke eye contact and quickly stood up, turning around to look at anything but Sanha. Sanha stood up as well, and went to you. You felt his tall-self hovering behind you as you bit your lip. "Y/N, is it because you like Eunwoo and not me?" Sanha's words hit you like a strong brick. You turned around and looked at him, a pout on his face. "No..." You whispered. “It’s just that I…” “You what?” Sanha continued to look at you, until you finally gathered courage.

You went on your tiptoes and pulled him down by his collar, giving him a quick peck on the lips. You let go of Sanha and see his smile of accomplishment.

"I like you, and it’s just that Eunwoo knows this secret of mine which is why we spent a lot of time together because I wanted to get closer with you again. I’m so sorry Sanha.” You explained, still gripping onto his collar. “Okay…” Sanha said with a soft smile, making you look at him.

"Okay..." You whispered with a soft smile, before slowly letting go of his collar.

“So… you like me?” “I like you” “So we’re dating now?” Sanha asked cheekily. “If you want…” You replied. “Well, it’s what I want.” Sanha said with a smile. “Alright.” You said with a useless thumbs up. Sanha laughed at your thumbs up and took your hand. “Jealousy isn’t really a good feeling, Y/N.” Sanha pouted. “I know~ That’s why I’ll be careful now. But you also have to be careful!” You replied, feeling more comfortable now. Sanha chuckling at your expression.

“I will.” Sanha smiled.

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𝙴𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚘𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝙰𝚠𝚊𝚢 [𝙴𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚘𝚘 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛]

𝘓𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳, 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘰. 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘰𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘴, 𝘵𝘰𝘰.  

𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 2000𝘴, 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘈𝘐𝘔 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩.

𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘠/𝘕'𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩.

𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 2000𝘴, 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘈𝘐𝘔 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘠/𝘕 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩   𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰, 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭. 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘠/𝘕'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘠/𝘕 𝘢𝘯𝘥  𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦-𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺?

(𝘾𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛)

Ｍｏｏｎ   Ｂｉｎ

𝖭𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝖾𝗍. . .

Ｐａｒｋ   Ｍｉｎｈｙｕｋ

𝖭𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝖾𝗍. . .

Ｙｏｏｎ   Ｓａｎｈａ

𝖭𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝖾𝗍. . .

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[thepixelelf]

and the universe said,

07 - "bro, chill"

genres/tags: soulmate au, idol au, comedy, romance, dumbassery relationship(s): ot13 x reader chapter warnings: coarse language. kithing. a liiitle svt on svt violence note: ik it's been a long time please be nice to me <3 (this isn't edited... I'll take a look at it when I have the time)

When soulmates are suddenly thrust upon the world, you are one in a million who wishes they weren’t – and that’s before you meet the person (people?!) making your life much harder than it needs to be. And before someone asks you to sign an NDA.

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“Where are they?” Myungjun asks as soon as Jihoon and Junhui enter the room they agreed upon.

Junhui braces both of his arms on the back of a chair. “What do you mean?”

“Your soulmate—” Cutting himself off with a sigh, Myungjun pinches the bridge of his nose and answers his own question. “You didn’t bring them.”

Yejung, who was sitting at a table with her laptop, shuts it with a frown. “Why not?”

Junhui shrugs. “I’m just here because Jihoon dragged me out.” He shifts between looking at the three other people in the room. “You guys know I just met my soulmate, right? I don’t like not having them here with me, either.”

“Well then why didn’t you—”

“They don’t know.” Jihoon cuts off Myungjun’s words, then pulls out a chair and drops himself in it. He stares at a random spot on the table. When he doesn’t elaborate any further, Yejung sends a furtive glance Myungjun’s way.

“Don’t know…” She leans her forearms on the table and scoots her chair closer. “...what? That you’re their soulmate? That there’s more than one of you? That you’re famous?”

Junhui snorts. “All of the above?”

At Junhui's quip and Jihoon's continued silence, Myungjun raises a cynical brow.

"You didn't tell them?" Yejung asks, softly shocked. "Why?"

Junhui's eyes skirt to Jihoon; he's unwilling to share his own reasons, though he doesn't quite understand this about himself, either.

Jihoon sighs. "I don't know. It's complicated. Things happened too fast the first time we—"

"The first time?" Myungjun echoes. "So you've been with them multiple times."

“Don’t say it like that.” Jihoon almost pouts, but the facial expression just makes him look angry. “Look. I ran into them when the vocal team was on the way to that radio show. We’d stopped by a cafe and there wasn’t much time and I was so out of my mind that I—” He cuts himself off. “It doesn’t matter. I got their number, and then they left. I asked to meet today and we did. Jun was already there for…” With his arms crossed, Jihoon looks over at Junhui, remembering that he still doesn’t really know what Junhui was doing at the same cafe you apparently frequent. Is this the same cat cafe Junhui is always talking about? “…some reason. Then someone started singing, and they told us their soulmate is stupid and annoying because their mark…”

“It’s not like ours,” Junhui finishes for Jihoon, though this only deepens the confusion written on Yejung and Myungjun’s faces.

“If it's not like yours, then how do you know they're your—”

“It's them, Hyung.” Jihoon can't help noticing the hopelessness in his own voice. It's you. He knows it's you.

But you don't know it's them— him.

And he's not sure you want to know.

“Their mark, like, grows,” Junhui explains. “Ours just stay on our hands, but when one of us sings, the notes go all over their arms and neck. Maybe other places — I don’t know — but they obviously don’t think it’s either of us since we weren’t singing when their mark did its thing.”

“So…” Myungjun crosses his arms and taps his finger on his bicep. “They don't like their mark.”

Junhui doesn't nod right away, but he does eventually.

Myungjun turns to Jihoon. “And you think that means they don't like you.”

Groaning and rubbing his hands over his face, Jihoon doesn't dignify that with a response. “Even if they did like their mark, it’s an insane situation. Thirteen soulmates? They’re gonna run for the hills when they find out.”

“That’s not necessarily true,” Yejung says, to which Jihoon gives her a dry look and Junhui’s eyes light up. She clears her throat. “We just need to find a way to calmly inform them of the situation — preferably in a safe, comfortable environment.”

Myungjun recognizes a Yejung Game Plan brewing when he sees it. “Basically, what she’s saying is…”

“Let me talk to them.” Yejung opens her laptop again and begins typing away. “We just need to go about this in a calm, logical manner.” She gives a little nonchalant wave of her hand. “This’ll be easier than a design meeting.”

⭒

You’re sitting on the floor of your apartment, arms crossed, legs too, as you stare down at the shiny black credit card lying there between you and Heejun. His position mirrors yours, head tilted while he studies the card.

“It could be fake,” you say. Your knee bounces up and down, up and down.

Heejun lifts his head to give you a look. “Why would it be fake?”

“He said he doesn’t believe in banks.”

“It doesn’t look fake.” Heejun reaches out and takes the card, flipping it over in his fingers to read the back. “Looks like any other credit card. We should test it.”

You frown. “How?”

“Uh,” Heejun speaks like the answer is obvious. “Buy something?”

Okay, it is obvious, but the idea doesn’t sit too well with you. “Isn’t that stealing?”

“He gave you the card.”

“Yeah, but the police don’t know that,” you argue. “If I got charged for fraud, it would be his word against mine— no one would believe coffee guy just handed me his black card.”

Without moving his head, Heejun glances up from the card to look at you. "Why would he lie?"

"Um, because he already has? Who knows— maybe this card is connected to illicit activities and he planted it on me to implicate me."

“Which he would do because…?”

You throw your hands up in the air, then let them drop emphatically at your side. “I don’t know! Why did he do any of what he did?”

He raises a brow. “Because he’s a weirdo who likes you?”

“Okay but have you ever given your credit card to a person you’ve only met twice?”

Heejun’s shoulders rise in a shrug. “I’ve wanted to.”

“Seriously?” You can’t imagine your friend going that gaga over a crush, but then again, there was that girl in fourth grade whom he gave all his choco pies to. Heejun loves choco pies.

“Mine would decline though. It wouldn’t exactly impress.”

You lightly shove his shoulder. “Oh come on, it wouldn’t decline.”

“It would if they went over the limit. People only give people their credit cards for expensive stuff. You know that, right?”

The black card gleams up at you, almost tauntingly.

“Expensive stuff like what?”

He shrugs again. “Like a car?”

“You’ve been watching too many CEO dramas.” You exhale and place both hands on the floor with a pointed slam. Standing, you pick the credit card up and brush imaginary dirt off your pants.

“You won’t be so sarcastic when Park Seojoon tells you to keep that thing.”

You roll your eyes as you toss the card into the same trinket dish you keep your keys and other miscellaneous things in. “Isn’t that guy like six foot?”

“So was Huijun,” he counters.

“So are you. Is that all it takes to be a CEO nowadays?” you joke, pulling out your phone. “Height?”

Heejun scoffs, then frames his chin with his thumb and forefinger. “That and my devilish good looks.”

“Please.” You tap on a notification from an unknown number. “If that were true, you’d be the one handing out black…cards…”

At the way you trail off, Heejun furrows his brow and walks over to you. “What’s up? Did you fall for another online scam?”

Not this again. “Okay, first of all, that was not a scam, and I did not fall for it—”

“You didn’t fall for a not scam?”

“Shut up. What do you think this means?” You turn your phone towards him, and he takes it from your unsteady hand.

He reads aloud. “‘Hello, this is Shin Yejung of Pledis Entertainment.’ Did you apply there?”

“No,” you say, then shake your head and wave your hand. “I mean. I don’t know. Maybe. I applied to like five hundred places. But this isn’t that. Keep reading.”

Heejun takes a breath and starts reading like he’s holding a new edict. “‘It has come to my attention that you are in possession of one of my coworker’s bank cards.’ Oooooh, you’re in trouble.” He drags out the last syllable. “‘Please meet me at…’ whatever building, numbers numbers numbers… ‘so I can retrieve it. Please reply to this number for more information, and thank you for your time.’ Hm.”

“What do you think… am I getting arrested?”

Lowering your phone, Heejun gives you a seriously? look over it. “The cops are texting criminals now?”

“So you agree I’m a criminal.”

“You get annoying when you’re nervous, you know that?” When you roll your eyes, Heejun mirrors the expression and pokes your forehead long enough that he pushes you backward. “Look bub, you wanted to give the stupid thing back without using it, and now the opportunity has been handed right to you.” He waves your phone in the air like evidence. “The only question is why coffee guy didn’t just text you himself.”

You cross your arms. “Maybe he doesn’t like me as much as you thought.”

“One more self-deprecating comment out of you and I’m posting those pictures from your twentieth birthday.”

A gasp wrenches from your throat. “You wouldn’t!”

⭒

Joshua Hong doesn’t think he has that many unread messages on his phone.

He looks down.

Oof. 682.

Well, it’s not his worst.

Notifications fly by at the top of his screen.

[vernon] where is this guy

[chan] hyung this is important!!

[wonwoo] when have we known that guy to answer anything

[soonyoung] someone text yejung!!

It’s probably not that important, whoever they’re talking about. His members are likely just freaking out over this whole soulmate thing again.

Joshua lifts his hand and stares at his weird, natural — supernatural — tattoo. He still can’t bring himself to believe it.

Soulmates? Really? In this economy? This isn’t Tumblr.

At least… Joshua looks around the dance practice room… He’s pretty sure this isn’t Tumblr.

His phone rings, which is weird since he always has it on silent. Sliding the answer button, he brings the phone up to his ear. “Yejung?”

“Where are you?”

“The practice room,” Joshua answers plainly. “Isn’t this where we’re supposed to be today?”

Yejung sighs on the other end of the line. “I said in the group chat that we were dealing with soulmate stuff. Upstairs.”

Ah, so that’s what has everyone in a tizzy. “Alright, okay. Where am I going?”

“Room eight-thirteen—” He hangs up and starts to pack his things before Yejung can say, “Wait, no, nine-thirteen. We'll start when you arrive. Joshua? Hello?”

⭒

You check your phone for what must be upwards of the fifth time.

Yup, Shin Yejung of Pledis Entertainment definitely told you to meet her in room 813, and yet here you are. In room 813. Alone.

You shift on the leather couch. It’s a lounge-like room you’re in. You don’t really understand the purpose of such a room in an entertainment company, but whatever. You’re only here to return something you never should’ve had in the first place.

Although…

You turn the card over in your hand, watching the way the fancy lighting bounces off of it.

Why would Jihoon give it to you if he was just going to get it back like this?

Also, now that you really think about it, Jihoon did say something weird when he left yesterday with Huijun. Something about not letting “the rest” scare you off. Whatever that means.

The rest of what?

Or… whom?

You know Jihoon must work for the company in some capacity. The fact that both he and Huijun were wearing masks makes you think they could be artists…

Oh. Duh. Why didn’t you think of this earlier?

Switching apps, you tap the search bar and start typing. Just as you’re done with the last character of Jihoon HYBE, the door you entered through opens. You hastily slip your phone into your back pocket as you stand to greet the person coming in.

“Hello, you must be…” Your eyes scan over his face. He’s… delicate looking, until you move your gaze downwards a little, and his broad shoulders and thick arms are decidedly not delicate looking. “…Shin Yejung?”

You tilt your head. With no mask on the lower half of his face, he seems familiar. Now this guy must be an idol — you probably saw him on the walls when you were making your way through this maze of a building. 

He just raises a brow. “Who are you?”

“Oh, uh…” You stay standing in front of the couch as he approaches you, his arms crossed over his chest. “I’m just here to return this.” Lifting the black card up, you hold it out between you and the man. “It’s Jihoon’s.”

“Jihoon’s?” he echoes, then moves to take the card from you, pinched between his thumb and forefinger. 

You both see it at the same time.

His mark, five black lines, clear as day.

Yours, peeking out from where your sleeve is pulled halfway up your hand.

You look up from your not-really-joined hands, then look down again.

No fucking way. 

“Twinkle twinkle, little—” The notes, whatever they are, dance across his mark.

No fucking way. 

You meet his eyes. “...Songbird?”

He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds. A few too many seconds.

Then, “So it’s you.”

“Holy—!”

At the same time as you try to jerk away, he attempts to turn your hand over and get a better look. Neither plan really works out. You stumble backwards, and with your hand in his, he gets pulled down with you onto the couch. His free hand shoots out to keep himself from slamming into you, but, persistent as the universe is, your faces end up very freaking close to each other anyway. Warmth from his knee on the couch cushion next to your thigh seeps through your clothing.

He doesn’t move. You don’t either.

For some reason, you feel stuck in place. Not in a bad way, necessarily, but… you just feel like you should be exactly where you are.

You’re almost too close to make real eye contact, so you just watch the way his eyes study yours.

“Songbird?” you whisper, though you have no idea what you’re trying to ask.

He stops analyzing you and finally looks at you. “Yeah?”

“…Are you leaning towards me on purpose?”

His lips (since when were you looking at those?) curl down at the corners. “Are you?”

Slowly, like your mind is trying to catch up to your body, you shake your head. “No…”

He drifts closer. Or you do. Or you both do.

Or something.

Your lips brush over his, and you feel just as much as you hear him whisper. “Then neither am I.”

In the span of a second, his free hand moves from the back of the couch to cradle your jaw, his thumb grazing gently just under your ear. He kisses you, lips moving over yours in a way you’ve felt before, but also in a way you’ve never felt before.

It’s strange.

Not bad strange, but strange in the way that it feels like you’ve just put the last of the groceries in the fridge. It’s like folding that final piece of laundry. Like coming home to the bed you made when you left in the morning.

It’s… satisfactory?

But that’s not the word people normally use when they think of putting their tongue in someone else’s mouth, right?

You’re running out of breath, but Songbird is insistent, and so are his lips, which you find yourself unable to get enough of. He pulls back for half a breath, registers your kiss me again or so help me facial expression, and dives right back in. He’s kissing you and you’re kissing him and you’re soulmates and…

Wait.

Soulmates?

“Wait,” you say, though it comes out more like, “Mmaem” Climbing both your hands up his — whoa — strong arms, you cup his cheeks in preparation to push him away, but he seems to like your touch. He covers the back of one of your hands with his warm palm, and he hums in a way that is not PG-13.

The sound has you melting, unfortunately.

Not for long though.

He’s ripped from you just as quickly as he fell onto you, pulled back by some guy with fluffy black hair, cozy attire head to toe, and… shit, a you’re in trouble glare the likes of which you’ve never seen before. He’s not even looking at you, yet you feel scolded.

“Yah!” he yells at your soulmate, who’s now on the floor. Then, after glancing at you for half a second and apparently finding zero more words to say, he shouts at him again. “Yah!”

Your soulmate opens his mouth, but then he turns to look at the now-open door, which leads you to do the same. A mob of prettyboys stands just outside, some with their jaws dropped and some looking like murder just got legalized and they’re on the prowl.

Someone’s despondent voice shouts, “Hyung!”

You feel like hiding under a blanket. Before your flight instinct kicks in, though, you recognize two familiar faces. “Jihoon?” His eyes meet yours when you say his name. “Huijun?”

One of the many boys among those you don't recognize echoes, “Huijun?” while sending him a weird look.

Someone pushes through the crowd — more like slinks through, occasionally nudging one of the other guys out of the way. His eyes stay firmly on you as he approaches, but you find no fear rising despite that. For some unknown reason, even as this completely unfamiliar man strides over to you with a frankly alarming amount of eye contact, you feel… safe.

Or at least, something close to it.

He kneels in front of where you're still seated on the leather couch, hand resting mere centimetres from leg. “Are you okay?” he asks, voice slightly nasal, but so, so gentle. 

“Uhh…” Self conscious, you wipe at the corner of your mouth with your sleeve. You spot your soulmate catch you doing so, and a look of hurt crosses his face. His own reaction, though, seems to startle him, and his hand rises to gently prod his shiny bottom lip with one of his fingers. He looks confused.

Well, that makes two of you.

Taking in the man right in front of you — pretty, lithe, concerned for you despite his unfamiliarity — you fail to answer his question. “Are… you Shin Yejung?”

He lets out a laugh, relieved, maybe, that you're not not okay. “Jeonghan,” he says simply.

You nod. “Jeonghan.”

At your voice echoing his name, the man’s eyes light up. “Yes?”

“Oh, uh…” You weren’t trying to call on him for anything, but as you study his gaze, you find yourself lost in his confident ease. Something in his eyes says that he knew this would happen.

Maybe not this, exactly — your soulmate has found a spot on the floor and has not stopped staring at it, while the rest of the strangers are still watching you — but taking up the same space as you, facing you, smiling at you with a soft quirk at the corners of his lips.

“Ugh!” A woman’s exasperated voice makes you look up at the crowd by the door. “Get— out of the way, you… ugh—” She breaks through, pushing aside a tall guy who looks like he’s about to cry. “—you men!”

Stumbling to her feet, she rights herself and brushes her bangs out of her face with a huff. “Now, what is—” She spots your soulmate still on his ass and mutters something you’re pretty sure can’t be aired on any broadcasting network. “...my life.”

Your eyes meet hers as she takes another breath. “Please tell me you’re Shin Yejung.”

“Yes, we spoke over the phone.”

“Thank god.” Shaking off all the weird feelings you’d accumulated in the last — what? Two minutes? — you stand from the couch and sidestep Jeonghan. The black card fell at some point during that lapse of judgement (aka kiss), so you swipe it up off the floor and hold it out to her with no preamble. “I swear I’m not a stalker fan or anything. And I didn’t use it, so…”

You glance over at Jihoon, whose expression gives off an oncoming panic. Is he scared to see you? Why? Huijun looks just fine, happy even, with you here. You can practically hear the ‘hello’ he wants to say out loud.

You clear your throat. “Anyway, um. I didn’t mean to, uh…” As you nervously cross your arms, you nod towards your soulmate. “I’m his— I mean, we are… sorry. This is… I wasn’t exactly expecting to find the person who’s…”

Maybe you shouldn’t say you’ve been annoyed by your soulmate since you got your stupid mark. At least not while he’s in the room.

“That’s actually what I brought you here to talk about,” Shin Yejung tells you, a bit like a doctor who’s about to deliver the bad news first. She doesn’t even take the card from you. “Would you like to take a seat?”

You scrunch your eyes shut for a second with a little shake of your head, trying to manual reset your brain because clearly it’s still muddled. “Sorry, what? You want to talk about…?”

The mob of men in the room get hidden from your vision as Yejung strategically places herself between them and you. “Soulmates,” she says.

You look down at the black card, then back up at her again. “Soulmates.”

“Yes. Your soulmates. I was hoping to talk to you alone first.” She sends a pointed look at the men behind her. “But it’s not exactly easy to get these guys to lis—”

“Sorry.” You wave a hand in the air to get her to stop, unable to comprehend any of her words after— “Did you say my soulmates? As in… mates, multiple? Mates with an S at the end? I don’t think I heard you correctly.”

Remaining calm while your mind spins, Yejung nods. “I know this is a lot to take in.”

“Know what is a lot to take in?”

Yejung opens her mouth to answer, but a voice blurts out behind her, “We’re your soulmates!”

Maybe you haven’t known him long enough or talked to him that many times, but you recognize Jihoon’s voice, and something in your gut suddenly grows sharp. Not painful, but begging for you to feel it. Yejung shifts so your field of view is once again filled by men too pretty to be all in the same room. Jihoon’s standing there, fists clenched at his sides, out of breath for no discernable reason other than…

We’re your soulmates.

Seeing your hesitation, Jihoon huffs and tears a bandaid you never really noticed off the back of his right hand. Even before he completes the motion, you know what must be under the bandage. He holds his hand up, though, and the evidence is very near damning.

Next to him, Huijun smiles and lifts his arm, pointing to his own five lines with his opposite hand. 

Most of the guys behind them show you the same thing. Five lines on the smooth backs of their hands, near the base of the thumb. Dear lord, you don’t even know how many of them there are.

The angry one who pulled the man off of you earlier, at least, just looks lost, like he once had control and now has none. Relatable.

You stumble back a bit. Instinctively, you say, “Songbird?”

Though quite a few of the men seem to perk up at the nickname, only the one you already gave the moniker to truly reacts. Your soulmate — god, one of your soulmates? — looks up at you from the floor and answers, “Yeah?” before realizing he’s even doing it.

“Never mind,” you dismiss with a wave of your hand. “Ms Shin?”

“Yes?” She steps closer, a worried look on her face.

Jeonghan, too, moves toward you with a similar look on his face.

You try to take a steady breath and fail. “I think I’ll take that seat now.”

Swaying backward, your body falls onto the leather couch. 

You hear approximately ten panicked shouts as you go down.

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Kinktober Day 10

🍂 MYUNGJUN 🖤 GAG 🍂

"Y/N, put that on, please," Myungjun pleaded, again asking you to use the ball gag on him.

"Hey, isn't this supposed to be a punishment?" You asked with a giggle, breaking your dominant character (but he often broke his submissive one anyway). You came back behind him and held the gag to his mouth. "You sure make it hard to boss you around when you're clearly enjoying it so damn much." But it made you so very happy to see him enjoying himself, so you weren't exactly complaining.

Myungjun laughed, unable to help himself. "Okay, okay. I'm the poor little sub," he said, you supposed as a reminder to both you and himself.

You secured the gag around his head then reached around him to wrap a hand around his throat. You pulled back strongly so his head was pressed to your chest and put your mouth to his ear, getting back into your role. "And don't you forget it again." You felt him swallow hard under your hand, knowing how much he was enjoying this. "Or I'll give you something to cry about. You hear me?" A muffled yet affirmative response was all he could muster, and all you wanted to hear. "That's what I thought."

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→ Pairing: Kim Myungjun x Reader (female OC) [feat. Kim Seokjin and Park Jinwoo] → Genre(s): Romance, Fluff, Friendship, Humor, and & Slight-Angst → AUs/Tropes: Non-Idolverse, Fashionista!Reader, Fashion Editor!Reader, Accountant!Myungjun, Strangers to Lovers trope → Word Count: 5.6K → Warning(s) & Rating: alcohol, alcohol consumption, heartbreak, swearing, & shameless flirting from MJ | PG-15 → Summary: In what seemed like a normal meetup with a friend ended up changing your life forever... → A/N: The majority of this story is set in the past; hence, the past tense, but near the end, it does switch to present tense as the two leading characters finish reminiscing about their first meeting! I apologize in advance if it’s a bit confusing and/or hard to read! I will use some sort of line break to separate the past from the present to make it, hopefully, a tad easier!  ☄ This one-shot is dedicated to an incredibly good friend of mine, Beanie @jinned​, who is the sole reason why I even got into Astro and officially place MJ on my list of ULTS. He may or may not even be ult of ults. We will see! 

“In the end, you’ll thank me as our marriage would’ve been a mistake...You know it. And I know it…” 

That phrase knocked the wind out of you as you remained speechless ‒ practically mute ‒ while the loud and bustling noise of the fine dining restaurant continued in the background. You opened your mouth, desperate to form a coherent sentence. Shit. Even an audible word would suffice, but you honestly couldn’t.

The person you firmly believed, with all your heart, that he was the one for you, sat right across the table and declared that the wedding was off—terminated. 

The wedding was scheduled to happen in just two months. Two...fucking...months…

“___,” Your fiancé began, breaking you away from your thoughts, “I honestly can’t express how deeply sorry I am for doing this to you, but it was the only way I can preserve our twenty-something friendship.”

“Friendship?” You scoffed, finally finding your voice. “You broke our year-long engagement so that you can PRESERVE OUR FRIENDSHIP?! Are you kidding me, Kim Seokjin?!” You practically boomed, alarming the patrons around you, but you didn’t care. 

Seokjin tried to calm you but ultimately fails. Your emotions ran rampant throughout your body that nothing and no one could relax you. Well, Seokjin used to be able to, but since he’s the source of your fury, it’s pointless. 

Forcing an airy chuckle, you reached over to your wine glass, drinking it all in seconds. The cool liquid hits the back of your throat but soon leaves behind this warm sensation. You felt that warmth settles within your cheeks, creating this pinkish hue, as you flag down a passing waiter and swiftly order another glass of your favorite wine. Within minutes, your second glass of wine appeared right in front of you. At first, you’re tempted to down it as you’ve done with the first glass, but then you opted against it. The last thing you needed to be was a drunken, heartbroken woman in a luxurious restaurant. At the same time, your ex-fiancé remained calm and collected. Then, the surrounding people - both the workers and customers ‒ would sympathize with him and utter phrases like, “Damn. He dodged a bullet. Look at the way she’s behaving, especially after he explained that he only wants to preserve their friendship.” 

“God damn it…” You whispered, taking a long, deep breath, as you realize that Seokjin is right. Your marriage would be a mistake, especially if you’ve fallen out of love with him. 

“___?” Seokjin questioned, noting this trance-like expression written all over your precious face. 

“Why do you have to be right? Even up until the end of our relationship, you just have to be right…” You trailed on as a small, almost nostalgic-like smile slowly dances across your face. 

Seokjin chuckled softly, “Well, someone has to be.” 

“Yeah…” You nodded, maintaining that tiny grin as your eyes trail down to your ring finger. Slowly, you slid off the engagement ring, freeing yourself of this heavy burden that you’ve never known you had until tonight. Then, with your right hand, you placed it gently in front of Seokjin, saying one last farewell to him. You thanked him for being your first of every romantic milestone you’ve experienced.

As you stood up, placing a few twenty-dollar bills on the table, you said softly, 

“I hope you find someone that will make you unconditionally happy.”

“I hope the same for you, ___. I truly do hope you find your soulmate.” 

You uttered a quick thanks before walking from the table and towards a new chapter in your life. 

An intriguing yet uncertain chapter where you explored the idea of being single again after so many years. 

It should be a fun adventure, right? 

Well, it was in the beginning. Yet like with everything else in life, it was only natural you’d experience some ‒ let’s just say ‒ writer’s block. 

The first few pages contained incredible details of the first year since your breakup from Seokjin. You found yourself going back to school and majoring in fashion while finding the time to minor in journalism. During that good old university life, you met a person who you now considered a dear, close friend of yours. 

Eun Byeol. Now that was a true definition of a “ride or die” friend. To this day, you still remember how you essentially handcuffed your roommate-turned-best friend to the closet door handle, preventing her from driving over to your ex-fiancé’s place and destroying his most prized possession. Yep. You guessed it—his 1960s candy red Jaguar E-Type car. Stereotypical of a fella valuing his vintage ride above anything else, but shit. Even you found yourself admiring that beautiful car once in a while. 

But that was ancient history. Old news—just like your editorial on the most fashion show in Milan would be if you didn’t stop reminiscing about your first love and haul your ass. 

Lightly shaking your head, forcing yourself back into reality, you cleared your throat a few times, sniffing the Tropical fruit scents that lingered around your office. 

“I could really go for a mango shaved ice…” You muttered, blankly staring at your document as little to no inspiration enters your mind. You drummed your fingers against the keys, desperately hoping that something - anything - would jump right out of your brilliant mind and land directly on the page; thus, resulting in a finished article to hand over to the boss lady. 

Yet here you sat for another couple of hours staring at the same paragraph. You were pretty sure that you edited that paragraph to the point that it wasn’t even a paragraph. You somehow managed to dwindle it down to a three-sentence summary of Emma Aruda, a rising top model, and how stunning she looked walking the runway. Great. Now your column was too short, thanks to your sudden need to edit before it was even completed. 

“Come on, inspiration…” You groaned, slouching in your office chair as you swiveled back and forth, looking at the blanket of white that you called a ceiling. 

“You know...the longer you keep your head positioned like that, the higher the chance of your brain cells leaving will be…” quipped a familiar voice, causing you to swivel towards your door. 

Soon, a small grin formed on your face as you lightly scoffed at that person’s words. 

“Well, hello to you too, Eun Byeol.” You greeted, sitting up straight but still resting your elbows on the arms of your chair.

Eun Byeol flashed a warm smile ‒ so warm and inviting that it could even get the coldest, most standoffish person to greet her back ‒ as she strode towards your desk and leaned against the edge. 

“Dumb question, but what’s with frustration radiating off of you?” 

“Oh, my brain stupidly remembered my relationship with Seokjin while I was in the middle of writing this article, and now I’m stuck…”

You heard Eun Byeol winced, grimacing as you went into details of the memories that resurfaced in your mind. As each word escaped your sweet lips, the more this unbearable stab pressed against the chest. To be more precise, this cruciating pain that invaded your heart. 

“Damn, ___. It’s been like, what? Five years since he called off the engagement? I thought you were officially over that arrogant ass.”  asked Eun Byeol, clearly fed up with your ex, as evidence in her tone of voice. You couldn’t help but shrink in your chair as each of your drear friend’s words grazed your soft skin. 

Taking a long, deep breath before exhaling slowly, you tilted your head towards your friend, revealing a small and remorseful smile. You felt guilty mentioning him towards, fully aware of how she had rather colorful opinions of him. 

“I am over him, but can you blame me for remembering the good old days I experienced with him?” 

Now, it was your friend’s turn to feel a tad guilty for allowing and directing her fury towards you. Eun Byeol knew you were over him, but you fell victim to the old saying, “One never truly forgets their first love,” and that was Seokjin. He was your first love, and he might be even your last—unless her boyfriend’s longtime friend was still single. 

Then, a lightbulb lit up in her devious mind as this scheming smirk danced across her face, instantly alerting you. That smirk usually led to some rather “exciting” shenanigans, and most often than not, you went home questioning your life choices and wondering how on Earth did your friendship with Eun Byeol last this long. 

As you opened your mouth, ready to warn your friend, she beat you the punch. 

“What are you doing tonight?” 

“Uh, besides pulling an all-nighter to finish this article? Nothing. Why?” You asked with a wary expression. Your eyes slightly narrowed while your brows became knitted together. 

“Wrong! You’re coming out with me for drinks at this bar Jinwoo and I usually frequent whenever our schedules allow it.” Eun Byeol announced, overly excited, further adding to your suspicions. 

You swiftly glanced at your editorial piece before flickering your gaze back to your friend. You sucked in some air through your clenched teeth. Your mind desperately tried to find any, if at all, hidden motives behind Eun Byeol’s random invitation. Unfortunately, you came up with nothing. No secret plans that laid underneath the seemingly harmless invite that your brain could zero in on. 

“It’s just the two of us, right?” You asked, feeling apprehensive towards Eun Byeol’s invite. 

Eun Byeol simply nodded, smiling brightly as she promised you that it would be just the two of you, and that was all. 

After mulling it over for a good minute or two, you whined loudly before agreeing to go out with her. 

“But I’m stopping after two Whiskey Sours! I still have a deadline to meet, unlike someone who’s currently in my office and clearly being a bad influence.” 

Eun Byeol snorted in response, “Please. If I was such a bad influence, would I suggest that we steal Seokjin’s car and take it on a joy ride?”

“Actually, you did. Like, several times.” 

“Shut up and write your damn column.” Teased Eun Byeol before exiting your office. As she created enough distance between her and your office, she fished out her phone from the pocket of her black slacks and sent a quick text message to her boyfriend. A message that read,

“Hey, can you convince MJ to come to our favorite bar? I’d think he’d be perfect for ___!” 

Not even a minute after pressing send, Eun Byeol received a response that said, 

“I’ll do my best, but he’s been moping lately since his last date ghosted him without any warning. Plus, you can’t forget how soul-sucking our line of work is, babe.”

Eun Byeol giggled softly as she typed out, 

“Even more reason to add a certain fashionista to his dull life. She’ll liven it up with her colorful and bright personality,” 

She then scrolled through her list of emojis, picking the perfect one before sending it. After waiting for what seemed like ten minutes, her boyfriend didn’t reply, meaning that he was on board and hopefully planting the seed at that moment. 

“Oh, please let them hit it off…” thought Eun Byeol as she journeyed back to her office, dying to know if her boyfriend executed his mission perfectly. 

Yet like with any task, there were bound to be tiny hiccups as Jinwoo exhausted all his go-to methods to convince his close friend, Kim Myungjun. While Eun Byeol and ___ worked at one of the top fashion empires, he and Myungjun worked a regular office job, crunching numbers for their CEO. 

Again, a soul-crushing type of profession, and it didn’t help that their office space was oddly white. Everywhere Jinwoo turned, it was just pure white. Apparently, someone thought it’d be a brilliant idea to add fluorescent lighting into the mi; the entire building gave off this abnormally cleanliness vibe. 

Every day that Jinwoo walked into the office, he seriously felt that he entered that agency from the hit movie Men in Black, especially in his black and white two-piece suit that his company required the workers to wear.  What was next? He’d get a cool gadget that wiped civilians’ memories? 

“Oh, man. That’d be amazing…” He mumbled, unaware of someone standing behind him. 

“What’d be amazing, JinJin?” asked an all too familiar voice belonging to a person that Jinwoo actually had to see. 

The eager man turned his chair around, now face-to-face with his close friend and coworker—Myungjun. 

Quickly clearing his throat, Jinwoo plastered on the warmest smile his face could handle and happily greeted his friend. 

Myungjun, at first, felt weirded out by his friend’s sudden surge in energy but soon brushed it off. He then matched Jinwoo’s energy, capturing the attention of a few bystanders. 

“So back to my question, what would be amazing?” questioned Myungjun, ignoring the strange glances he and Jinwoo earned from their coworkers. 

“Um…” Jinwoo began, nervously chuckling, “It would be amazing if you and I go out for drinks tonight, especially after how shitty this week has been.” 

“I don’t know, man, like you said, it’s been a shitty week, and I don’t think I’m up for going out and having a fun time with you and the rest of our buddies.” 

“Come on, MJ, you’re still not moping about what’s her face? She’s not worth your time, especially when you weren’t worth hers.” Jinwoo retorted, hoping that his tough-love approach would entice him to come out and meet his girlfriend’s friend. Sadly, it didn’t. If anything, his words made Myungjun even more upset as this solemn expression washed over his once joyous face. Now, his friend looked as if someone took his heart right out of his chest and crushed it with their bare hands. 

“Alright...new approach…” Jinwoo switched tactics, going for the more “brotherly advice” approach, “Look, I was out of line, and for that, I’m sorry MJ. But I honestly hate seeing you upset over her, so please come out with me tonight. Tomorrow, you can sit at home alone and mope on the couch. Deal?” 

Myungjun made a face, weighing his options but ultimately leaning towards going out. After all, Jinwoo was right. His loneliness and favorite couch would be there tomorrow, so where was the harm in downing a few shots of Vodka to numb the hurt?

“Fine, deal. What’s this place called?” 

“Ahora.” 

A quizzical expression slowly washed over Myungjun’s face as he couldn’t help but question the intriguing choice of that bar name. 

While the uncertainty still filled his entire body, something deep within told him that something ‒ or maybe someone ‒ would change his life after tonight. 

Mustering his signature thousand-watt smile; his eyes practically disappeared as he did, Myungjun gave his friend a thumb’s up and said, 

“Alright. See you tonight! Maybe you and I can finally see who can drink the most without acting goofy after the third drink!”

Jinwoo playfully shook his head, letting out a few light chuckles. 

“I don’t know, my dude. I think I got you beat the last time we had our little drinking competition.” He teased, masking his hidden motive behind inviting his buddy out. Secretly, he hoped that Myungjun would ask like his goofy self since, according to Eun Byeol, you had a thing for comedic guys. 

Now, the real question was, how would Myungjun successfully capture your heart? 

“So, what should I wear?” Jinwoo heard Myungjun ask, forcibly removing him from his frenzy thoughts. 

“Um…” Jinwoo paused, silently panicking since his girlfriend never told him what you were going to wear tonight or even your preferred style on men. “Do you still have that purple and black striped sweater? You know with that creamy-tan color as well? I think it might be cold.” He suggested though he was unsure of his own recommendation. Honestly, he began questioning his life choices when he said, “purple and black striped sweater.” 

A faint hum emitted from Myungjun’s lips while he mulled over his buddy’s fashion suggestion. Then, he simply shrugged, going along with Jinwoo’s choice. 

“Yeah, I think I have that sweater still. Wait.” The biggest grin danced across his handsome face, “I knew you loved that sweater on me!” He cheered, flinging his arms around Jinwoo’s neck and giving him the warmest hug known to man. 

“Let go! People are staring at us weirdly!!”

“Let them stare! I want the entire world to know how amazing of a friend you are to me!”

“Damn, you just had to make it even creepier. Didn’t you?” 

“You know me so well.”

Later that evening, while Myungjun knew what he’d wear on his night out with the fellas, you were the polar opposite. You rummaged through your walk-in closet, flinging every single clothing hanger you could get your hands on. You tossed aside the latest peacoats, dresses, wool sweaters, everything onto the floor because nothing matched the vision you had in your fashionista brain. While, yes, it was just going out for a few drinks with Eun Byeol, you still wanted to look reasonably decent just in case Mr. Right made an appearance. 

Silently scolding yourself while you tap the pads of your fingers against one another as you desperately try to capture the perfect attire you envisioned yourself. Minutes had gone by, and you still drew a blank. You even pressed your cold lips against your fingers, slightly enjoying the warmth that radiated from your hands. Then, it finally dawned on you as millions of light bulbs lit up in your pretty mind like a beautiful and well-organized lamp display at a furniture store. 

“I’m a dumbass.” You teased, softly chuckling as you pulled out this dark gray pin-striped black peacoat and gently draping it over your desk chair. Then, you flipped through your rack, your fingers grazing the fabric of your blouses, button-ups, and plain old t-shirts. Your eyes scanned each article of clothing until you found the perfect blouse that would compliment the jacket perfectly. You pulled out this satin white long-sleeved blouse with ruffles on the ends of both sleeves and the collar. 

With a pleased smile, you gently laid the blouse over the jacket before grabbing a nice pair of navy blue slacks. The very same pair of slacks that Eun Byeol has dubbed “the highlighter” because apparently it perfectly accentuated the best parts of your body—whatever that meant. 

Grabbing both the coat and blouse with your pants draped over your forearm, you made your way towards the restroom. Just as you’re about to disappear into the well-lit room, you commanded your Alexa to play your go-to “getting ready” song, “Rebirth of Slick (Cool Like Dat).” The second the opening beat dropped, you bobbed your head to the tune, even swaying your hips as you jammed out.

One by one, your lounge clothes dropped to the floor and soon replaced with your jaw-dropping outfit. You smoothed out any wrinkles that your eye instantly locked on before switching focus to your makeup. 

Now, this might not be an easy task compared to picking out your current outfit. Any look would pair well with your fashion statement. You could go for a “girl next door” look, but did you really want to portray an innocent person tonight, especially with drinks involved? Probably not. 

Suddenly, a short gasp exited your lips as you grabbed all the necessary components for your femme fatale look. Your outfit almost reminded you of the main heroine in a 1940s movie. 

“Okay, let’s see how red I can get my lips this time.” 

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Myungjun wasn’t exactly having the time of his life.  He remained still as a statue, staring blankly at his closet. Did he genuinely want to go out tonight? Part of him firmly believed that he only agreed to drink his sorrows away and forget about this girl that ghosted him a few weeks back. That was always his problem—he had the tendency to develop an infatuation before the girl does. It was honestly quite pathetic. 

Just as he was a step away from backing out from the hangout, a high-tone pitch echoed throughout Myungjun’s condo. 

With a curious expression, Myungjun shuffled his feet towards his phone, taking it off the charger. His brows perked up as he saw that he received a text message from Jinwoo. 

“Huh. Maybe Jinwoo wants to back out.” He wishfully thought, unlocking his phone to read the message. It said, 

“Hey man, I’m going to be a few minutes late, so you can get a head start on our little drinking competition!” 

Nodding his head, Myungjun hit the message box. Just as he was about to type out his reply, a photo appeared. The image contained a person, who looked to be female, and to his dismay, her head was cropped out. 

“Okay?” He thought, typing out his reply and asking his friend why he received a picture of a woman with excellent taste in clothing. Then, for laughs, Myungjun added, “Is that what you’re wearing, JinJin? I didn’t peg you as the type to wear a frilly blouse.” 

Not even a minute later, the playful fellow received a response, 

“Fuck you, MJ! And to answer your serious question, if you see this girl, can you politely let her know that Eun Byeol is also running late. Apparently, that lady is a college friend of Byeolie, and they coincidentally also wanted to meet at the bar we’re going to. Cool? Thanks!” 

Slightly shaking his head, Myungjun replied with a thumb’s up emoji before locking his phone. 

“Well, I guess you can’t back out now,” He muttered, opening his closet doors and revealing a wide array of clothing, coming in every color known to man. “What did that old man suggest earlier? Oh! Purple, cream-tan, and black pull-over!” Then, a sudden pause filled the air, “That was oddly specific of him to suggest…” He realized, thinking back to their conversation at work. Yet he merely shrugged it off, thinking nothing of it except his friend perhaps wanted him to look good just in case he’d were to meet his Miss Right. 

“Alright, MJ. Pick up the pace. We don’t want the pretty lady waiting too long, do we?” 

Sadly, that happened, and to put it frankly, you were pissed off at Eun Byeol for making you awkwardly wait for what seemed like forever. Granted, it was only an hour that you waited for her, but that was beside the point. 

Nope. The long wait time was not the sole reason behind your agitation. Nuh-uh. It was the fact that your oh-so-dear-friend failed to mention that every couple known to man appeared at the bar tonight. Thus, resulted in you nervously sitting alone at the bar, running the tip of your finger against the rim of your whiskey sour. You then gulped down the last remaining sips before almost slamming it on the counter. With a sour expression, you held up one finger and politely asked for another glass. Just as you mumbled a quick thanks, you felt someone tap your shoulder. 

Instead of giving the “drunken” stranger, more than likely looking for a one-night stand, you wave the person away, citing that you were already waiting for someone. 

“I mean, from the looks of it, I don’t think your friend is coming.” pointed out the stranger, with an unusual high-pitch voice. Though, to give the person the benefit of the doubt, you were used to deep, manly voices. This unknown bystander’s voice was honestly a breath of fresh air. 

Reaching for your second glass of the evening, you swiveled in your seat, coming face-to-face with the stranger. But the moment your eyes landed on him, you felt your jaw drop slightly, forming a tiny “o.” Holy crap, this guy is incredibly gorgeous. 

Quickly snapping out of your gaze, you cleared your throat. 

“I’m sorry? I. Um. What do you mean my friend is not coming?” 

“Just that. I mean, originally, I was supposed to be here 45 minutes ago and give you a heads up that Eun Byeol was running late. Still, I lost track of time getting ready to meet my friend here. However…” he trailed on, looking around. He, too, noticed all the couples chatting it up everywhere and anywhere in the bar that evening. “I’m starting to think that we were set up on a blind date.” 

You softly giggled, “Yeah, I’m getting that hunch as well...I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.” You replied, unknowingly disregarding the fact that Myungjun mentioned your best friend’s name. 

“Oh! I’m Kim Myungjun, but my friends call me MJ,” Then he playfully winked at you, flashing a bright smile, “I can’t forget pretty girls, like yourself, as well.” 

You snorted, shaking your head in disbelief, “Well, I’ll think about it, but thank you for that disclaimer. Also, you can call me ____.” 

“What? No playful yet flirtatious tactic like me?”

“Maybe. Maybe not. The night is still young, MJ.” 

Hearing his nickname slip past your innocent lips, Myungjun couldn’t help but raise a brow with an interested gleam in his eyes. One corner of his mouth curved upwards as he observed your body language. He silently hoped for your non-verbal cues would give him the “okay” to continue his flirting. When he didn’t see any signs of uncomfortableness radiating off you, he took that as the first and ‒ hopefully ‒ of many positive reactions he’d gained from you throughout the evening. 

Clearing his throat, the suddenly nervous young man glanced around the busy establishment, looking for a vacant booth for the two of you to occupy. Lucky must be on his side as his focused gaze immediately locked on an empty stall in the far right corner. With pursed lips, he swiftly analyzed the location and the atmosphere that surrounded it. Myungjun noted how dimly lit that corner was. With the added candles, that location had this romantic aura swarming it and those who sat in that spot. 

It was perfect for this sudden blind date. 

“So, would you like to sit over there?” asked Myungjun, pointing towards the only empty booth. 

You followed his finger and landed on the isolated corner that screamed passion. Instantly, your eyes widened as your heart rapidly drummed against your chest. Oh, you weren’t prepared for this, but at the same time, you couldn’t help but feel this unexplainable excitement and giddiness. A few emotions that you hadn’t felt in a long time—not since your relationship with Seokjin. Yet to be quite honest, you didn’t feel scared. In fact, you were ready to take that plunge into the deep romantic ocean. You weren’t worried about drowning or hitting a bunch of jagged rocks. You just wanted to take that leap of faith and, perhaps, maybe Myungjun would catch you. 

With a long, drawn-out breath, you steadied your racing heart before answering him, 

“Yeah, let’s do it.” 

In return, Myungjun greeted with his signature thousand-watt smile, resulting in this warm sensation creeping on your pale cheeks. 

“Positive reaction number 2.” He silently cheered as he abruptly held out his hand, hoping you’d take it. “After you, m’lady,” said Myungjun with a hint of playfulness. 

You couldn’t help but chuckle, slightly shaking your head in the process.

“Why, thank you, my kind sir.” You played along, gently grasping his hand and curling your fingers around his. The second you did that, this unspeakable spark shot through both of your arms, surging through your entire body. What made that reaction spectacular was that he interlaced your fingers together as he softly smiled with a genuine warm expression written all over his handsome face. With that smile alone, all recent thoughts about Seokjin and any doubts caused by your former relationship evaporated into thin air. Now, it was just you and Myungjun. 

You took a mental note to thank Eun Byeol for setting up this blind date as you guided your bodies towards the booth. Naturally, you picked up the pace as you didn’t want anyone else to steal that perfect spot meant for the both of you. 

Little by little, you pushed through the sea of people, swiftly closing the gap between your bodies and the table. 

“Which side do you want?” You politely asked as you couldn’t help but notice a defeated couple look for somewhere else to sit. Huh. Perfect timing on your part. 

Myungjun softly tapped his chin with his free hand as this faint hum emitted from his lips. Then, a bold idea appeared in his mind. Depending on how you’d answer, he could either make incredible progress or back to square one with you. Well, it was time to find out. 

“I have a better idea. Why don’t I sit right next to you? You know so that you can hear me better, especially with how noisy it is right now.” 

A tiny squeal escaped your lips as your eyes went round. Your face flushed from Myungjun’s boldness. 

“Okay, ____. You need to form a string of coherent words.” You chastised yourself, feeling a tad foolish that you’re this nervous to the point that you can’t even form a simple sentence. “You can do it. All you need to say is, “Sure. You can sit next to me.” Is that so damn hard?” You mumbled to yourself—or so you thought. 

“Um. I don’t know, sweetheart. Is it tough to say that you want to sit next to me?”

“Uh...no?”

“Really? You don’t sound so sure of yourself.” 

“I mean, yes, we should sit right next to each other.” 

You nervously chuckled as you entered the booth, placing your drink on the edge of the table just before shuffling towards the middle of the table with Myungjun following after. You then kindly ask him if he could slide your almost finished Whiskey Sour to you, which he did but not without some playful quips towards you. He teased you for acting like a nervous wreck, blaming the fact that you probably had one too many drinks already. You argued back, stating that you only had two drinks and that it was all his fault for making you this worked up. 

Myungjun chuckled in response but soon, that boyish grin vanished from his face and was replaced with a scheming yet charming smirk. What was he planning? And as soon as you parted your sweet lips, Myungjun’s face was inches away from yours. One wrong you move and the two of you would lock lips right then and there. That’s how close you were to each other. 

“Oh? So, it’s my fault, then how are you feeling now?” He whispered. His warm breath fanned your cheeks as his gaze darted between your doe-like stare and your apple-red lips. “Am I making you extremely worked up—”

“Hold up! That’s not how our first date went, MJ.” You say, interrupting your boyfriend’s somewhat exaggerated story. You’re almost sure that he’s currently telling a rendition of what he wishes occurred on your first date. 

Myungjun scoffs, putting on the theatrics, clearly finding your words offensive. 

“It is so! I distinctly remember you had two drinks that evening; hence, you becoming a blushing mess around me. Ooh! You can’t forget the fact that you wanted to kiss me as well.” He argues, acting like a child debating who’s the better superhero, Superman or Batman, with a school friend. You don’t know how you’ve managed to last an entire year with this dramatic fool. 

“JinJin! Tell her how wrong she is!” Myungjun whines to his close friend and boyfriend of Eun Byeol. 

You shoot Jinwoo a look, questioning why he’s even there on your anniversary date. 

Jinwoo pauses, silently sipping his Coca-Cola as he still needs to drive home after he’s done hiding from his girlfriend, who he accidentally angered. A look of hesitation washes over his face as the poor fella absolutely does not want to get in the middle of your guys’ argument. After all, Myungjun is the reason why he’s able to safely hide from his furious significant other. But also, that stupid pretty boy is the cause of his and Eun Byeol’s argument in the first place. 

So…

“Well, first of all, you’re both misremembering your first date because it actually wasn’t a blind date. You two had met previously at mine and Eun Byeol’s housewarming party. Then, you two decided to start out as friends because,” Jinwoo points to you, “You're in a relationship with Seokjin. Myungjun was seeing some random chick that I’ve forgotten the name for her.” He stated, debunking the first part of your love story. Before continuing with his explanation, Jinwoo chugs the rest of his soda and holds up a finger, flagging down a waiter to order another glass of Coke. 

“Alright, now where was I?” He releases a tiny burp as he continues his journey of stating the facts of your relationship, making Myungjun protest and whine. 

Then, your dork of a boyfriend leans towards you, his lips hovering over your ear. 

“Why did I let him tag along with us again?” 

“Because you two are tighter than a clam’s ass. That’s how close you two are to one another. It’s quite freaky at times.” 

Myungjun, being his dramatic self, gawked, stumbling over his words, 

“W-what? Name one-time that JinJin was with us.” 

“Last night.”

Suddenly, Myungjun’s face becomes blank. Checkmate. 

“And another thing! I wasn’t even the one who convinced you to go out that evening! It was Eunwoo!” 

Knock is copyright 2021 by jinterlude, all rights reserved.

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[appleteez]

Hey I read your moonbin prompt and it was so good 😭 I really like the way you write 😭 also can I request prompt (10, 4 and 1) for astro mj cause tbh it's really hard to find smut stories about him.. Thank you and fighting 💕

a/n: omg thanks so much that means a lot!! I was reallt self conscious about my Astro work because i don’t know them as much and that made me so happy 🥺❤️ hope you like this one too :]

10. “You look so fucked out already, and I barely touched you.”

4. “Your pussy looks so good with my fingers in it~”

1. “Open your mouth love.”

Genre: smut

I fall back onto the bed, Myungjun directly hovering me with an amused smile on his lips. I swing my arms around his neck and he directly connects our lips together. While one of his elbow is resting by my head, his free hand glides down to the hem of my shorts. Little moans leave my lips, and he smiles into the kiss at the effect he is giving me. With a little bit of struggle he pulls down my shorts to my knees, and then slides his fingers up my thigh until it reaches my clothed core.

“So wet already..” He coos against my lips and I can feel a blush creeping on my face. He raises himself a bit to get a good look at me then smiles even more amused. Myungjun has always been like that. A huge tease. Not in the sense, making me beg for it. More like teasing the way I react, teasing the way I look, all in the most loving and adoring way possible. “You look so fucked out already, and I barely touched you~”

“Stop..” I whine getting more and more embarrassed.

“It’s fine babe, you’re so cute~” He slides my panties down, the cold air taking me by surprise.

He is not specifically big or tall, but he was still able to make me feel so vulnerable under his touch. I clench my teeth when I finally feel his fingers where I needed him the most. He slides them up and down, teases my aching bud, then teases my entrance. The sounds that my core was making made me blush even more if that was possible, While he seemed to enjoy every second of it.

He starts to insert a single digit slowly making me sigh out of relief. Then after pumping it in and out a few times, he inserts a second one. His eyes fixated on where his fingers disappeared in me. He licks his lips slowly and looks up at me.

“Your pussy looks so good with my fingers in it~” I moan at his bold comment and curl my toes at the feeling his fingers were giving me.

“More, I need you.. Myungjun~” He raises an eyebrow then smiles. His boldness was getting to me and seeing me ask for him was a first.

“Open you mouth love.” He says as he takes his fingers out of my heat. “I would do it myself but.. I wanna see you do it~”

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[milkybonya]

May I please have an astro reaction to you suddenly needing cuddles/affection at night (it's not dirty I swear! Night time cuddles are the best) (((also may I have a sign off? Could I possibly be your ☀️ anon if it's not taken???)))

hello my dear !! and yes omg,, i always yearn for night time cuddles ;3; (☀️ anon is all yours!!)

Astro reaction to s/o needing cuddles/affection at night

Warnings: none

now playing . . . Flower by iKON

MJ

when you wake him up

he’ll be all grumbly and half asleep but as soon as you tell him you just want cuddles

this smol boi will wrap you in the tightest bear hug there is and he won’t let go

he might start tickling you

“this is payback for you waking me up!”

holds your hands and plays with your fingers

he’s so tired he’ll just fall asleep while holding your hands LOL

Jinjin

all i can imagine is him smiling sweetly like this :”)

“you know you don’t have to ask, right? you can come cuddle me whenever”

lets you bury your face in his chest

runs his fingers through your hair and hums a song

rubs your back

literally does everything and anything to make sure you’re comfortable

still awake even after you’re asleep because he can’t get over how beautiful you are

Eunwoo

Eunwoo’s Rookie Historian character was so cute

i mean he’s already so soft for you,, how dare you make him more soft >:(

smothers you in hugs and kisses immediately

wraps his legs around yours while he hugs you so you can’t escape

okay but the kisses might get a lil too passionate

whispers affectionate words into your ear

“[y/n] you’re so beautiful, i love you a lot...”

Moonbin

you’re Rocky in this gif >:)

okay he’ll tease you at first LOL

“[y/n] wants me to hug them? well what will you do for me?”

probably asks you for something dumb like you telling him you love him

then proceeds to pin you down and give you soft kisses all over your face and neck :”)

collapses on top of you and just stays there

falls asleep while on top of you and hugging you 

Rocky

climbs on top of you and repeatedly says ‘i love you’

then falls asleep LOL

so you wake him up again and he apologizes

pulls you into his arms so you can just fall asleep together

strokes your hair and mumbles something under his breath

“[y/n], i love you so much... will you ever know how much i love you?”

you can feel and hear his heartbeat as the side of your face lays pressed against his chest

Sanha

Sanha is excited to be the one providing the affection for once!!

literally gets so giggly and excited

but pulls you in kind of awkwardly LOL

forgive bby boi he trying his best <3

the two of you end up in an uncomfortable position and become a laughing mess but eventually he figures out howeto properly hug you

and the two of you continue to talk throughout the night until you fall asleep :”)

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[kpoptrashlord-007]

Jacket;; KMJ

Word Count;; .9k

Genre;; Fluff

Pairing;; Myungjun x Reader

Summary;;

What’s meant to be a fun city tour soon turns into a scramble to escape a sudden downpour of rain. Thankfully your boyfriend is right beside you, warm and comforting against the chilling winds.

Request;; 

@littlewaterfal​ asked “Astro MJ… Please write something cozy fluff..”

Warnings;;

None! <3

Notes;;

You say cozy, I say cold and dreary! Why am I so bad at sticking to prompts?

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   Your laugh trails off while Myungjun’s own vibrant hiccups of joy persist, a reprieve amidst the encroaching gloom. Closing the transit app, you slip your phone into your pocket just before the clouds break. Thick droplets of water patter against your head and shoulders. Frowning at the endless grey overhead, you weigh your options. While you could wait out the storm in a nearby restaurant, you’d miss your bus and therefore have to delay your city tour.

   A droplet splashes onto the tip of your boyfriend’s nose, prompting an indignant shout. Expecting him to take off running you grab the edge of his jacket, but he simply returns to your prior conversation while maintaining a consistent walking pace. His voice is energised, even when the light shower turns into a heavy pour and puddles form underfoot.

   Cursing the news (and, on a subconscious level, yourself) for its lack of foresight, you grab his hand and take off in a jog. Not one to let silence prevail no matter the circumstance, his words are lost to the howling wind. Looking over your shoulder you’re greeted with an enthusiastic grin. There’s no room for pessimism around Myungjun. The storm fades to ambient sound, replaced by your shared laughter.

   Entwining his fingers with yours, his touch shrouds you in a blanket of warmth. It builds between the gaps of your palms like a small fire. It’s a welcome distraction from the wetness seeping into your shoes. Squishing and sloshing around within their tight confines, your toes grow numb. Goosebumps explode across your arms each time you shudder.

   The bus stop isn’t much further ahead and with the streets emptying, there’s a clear path straight to it. Not even the birds are willing to wait it out, flying up and away to dryer pastures. All that remains on the once bustling street is a scattering of litter and an elderly gentleman. He has a black umbrella, a moustache filled with years of knowledge, and a leer he wears like a badge of honour. His disdain fades into the storage banks of your memory; he'll make a great talking point should you ever find somewhere dry to rest.

   Dull yellow lights flicker within the stores you pass, each packed with customers eager to escape the sudden downpour. Someone beckons you, offering their cafe as a place to rest, but you power on. This is, after all, just another aspect of this city you adore – spontaneity is the spice of life.

   A boisterous buzz floats across the threshold of a small bar. There isn’t a single seat available and yet more people cram inside, jumping ship from the convenience store next door. In your haste the people inside mould into a kaleidoscope of smiles and mirth. Each face is indiscernible from one stall to the next, a mere blur within your peripheral.

   Up ahead is lacklustre metal and smudged glass; an oasis in the form of the bus stop. Myungjun squeezes your hand in acknowledgement while humming a familiar tune. There’s too much interference from the storm to figure out just what it is yet your pounding heart finds respite in the melody.

   By the time you reach the small tin can of a shelter you’re freezing. Water trickles down your cheeks. Soaked through, the thin fabric of your shirt clings to your body with every pant. You bounce on the spot, rubbing your arms to create friction. Given how hard the rain is coming down, the bus will be delayed. It's not reliable at the best of times, let alone during a freak storm.

   Opposite you and watching you with a playful smile is your unbothered boyfriend. Like a puppy, he shakes off some of the water weighing him down before leaning back into the abhorrent weather. A rush of cold air whips against the glass panes and rattles within the cracks of the shoddy roof. It tousles his hair and leaves several strands sticking to his face.

   Myungjun whistles, mirth entwining with every word as he says, “It’s really pouring!”

   “I swear the weather app said nothing about this,” you grumble, sidling closer to steal his warmth. He takes notice and soon you’re wrapped up within his arms. “We might be stuck here awhile.”

   “It’s a good thing we’re in good company then.” He laughs. When you inform him the company isn’t just good, it’s the best, it intensifies. Unrestrained and free, he fills the space with pure jubilance.

   No matter how alike the sun he is, however, you’re still chilled to the bone. Your teeth chatter as you check your phone. The bus is two minutes late so far. Sighing to an exaggerated degree, you plop your head against Myungjun’s shoulder, nestling into his neck. With any luck you’ll manage to syphon some of his heat. He has plenty – his skin is burning, at least in comparison to your own.

   Ever attentive to your needs, he shrugs off his jacket and places it around your shoulders. The inside is dry, warm, and carries the scent of his cologne. Outside of the bus stop the world is dreary, but there’s comfort within Myungjun’s embrace. Even when stray droplets fall onto your neck from his hair you’re unbothered. You snuggle deeper into his jacket until the world falls away, leaving just the steady rhythmic beating of your hearts.

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[agustdef]

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Pairing: MJ x Reader

Genre: Established Relationship; Fluff

Word Count: 2.2K

Warning: Brief and vague mention of sex and cheating. It’s mentioned, it doesn’t happen. Nor is it suggestive. 

Rating: PG-13

Author’s Note: This fic was written for the ever so sweet and lovely @jinterlude​‘s birthday. I wish I could do something longer, but I’m also very happy to be able to give you this specific concept for a story. You are one of the greatest humans I’ll ever know and I hope you have the best day that you can. 

MJ had always been a quirky dork. The man was all over the place and would do the weirdest things at the weirdest times. It was chaotic, but also adorable and YN wouldn’t change his way of being even if she could. And it’s why she tried not to question it much when he started to ask her random questions and then change the subject or disappear altogether.

That didn’t stop her from being curious each time it happened though.

The first incident was when they were sat down in their shared apartment eating dinner. One second MJ was shoveling food into his mouth at an alarming rate - one that made her worried he would choke on it - and the next he was staring at her so intensely she was a tad uncomfortable. Of course, YN ignored it for a while hoping he’d stop or say something but when two minutes passed she grew mildly annoyed.

“What?” she asked, looking up from her plate.

Instead of the usual smirk that played on his lips once he successfully annoyed her there were pursed lips and a furrowed brow. He continued not speaking for a moment or two and then when he did it wasn’t what she expected.

“A or B?” he asked.

YN sat there confused, but when there was no follow up and his serious expression didn’t waver she responded.

“Uh… B.”

At that MJ nodded and went back to eating his dinner. YN perplexed opened her mouth to question it, but he looked so into inhaling the rest of his dinner that she left it alone. Well, that and she knew that he would break sooner rather than later on what that was about.

Or that was what she assumed would happen.

For the rest of the night MJ said nothing and acted like it was a normal evening. They cleaned the dishes together, got ready for sleep, and spent the evening cuddled in bed watching some random show that happened to be on when they got into bed most nights. Neither were that invested, but also invested enough to be sad when they missed an episode because they’d gotten into bed too late or fell asleep too early.

The usual routine is what made her forget about the question until another incident happened.

About a week later MJ called her while she was at work and usually that was a highlight of her day, especially when they day had been tiring. But there was no small talk, nor did he try his usual mood maker tactics on her.

He said four words.

“1, 2, or 3?”

Midway through a greeting YN paused and her brows furrowed in confusion. Why in the world had he asked her that and why was it the second time? What could he possibly be having her choose?

However, none of those questions could be asked aloud before he was speaking again.

“Kinda urgent, my sun. Which one?”

The pet name got her out of her head and helped brighten her day for a moment, which meant she could answer him.

“Hm… I wanted to say 1, but how about 3?”

There was a soft laugh from the other side of the phone and it was music to her ears. MJ’s laughs were infectious, especially when they were the loud ones, but something about his gentler ones just sparked joy inside of her. They were just so cute.

“Thank you, my sun. I love you. And don’t forget we’re doing movie night tonight,” he said.

“I love you too. Also, I didn’t and don’t think I don’t remember you saying that I could take your turn on choosing this time.”

There was a horrible attempt at the phone cutting out from his end that she rolled her eyes at.

“I’m sor- I ca- hear you. I’ll ta- to y-y-you later. Bye!”

That left YN with something to laugh about for the rest of the day, especially when things felt like they were a bit too much for her. But questions lingered in the back of her head for longer than they had the last time.

Naturally, she forgot over time or for the most part she did. But that was only because MJ was being extra weird outside of the questions. He still asked them at random times, even having their friend Jinwoo ask her once and going so far as to add the question onto the card for the flowers he’d sent her one day at work.

But her true focus was the secretiveness that went along with it. Outside of the questions he was obviously hiding something from her. She trusted him so she knew it wasn’t cheating - plus he was never gone enough for that to be a thing. And that man was not a fan of quickies so there was no way he had them at work or between work hours. There was also the fact that one of his friends always was near when he was heading out and she definitely knew that wasn’t happening since they preferred to love MJ from a distance. Plus a few were her friends first and they’d never betray her like that.

And with that off the table that meant she was left scrambling for something or anything to explain what was going on. All she could think of is it being some sort of surprise for her, but her mind kept glossing over the one possibility. Not once did she think of it, not even to dismiss it as an option.

It worked in MJ’s favor though because on the day he asked her out to dinner for the following evening she was still none the wiser. All her focus seemed to be on the joy of going to a restaurant they hadn’t in a while and not needing to dress extra fancy to do so. His job held a lot of work dinners and she came as his date most of the time, which meant so much dressing up when she just wanted to relax at home or with friends.

When venturing to the best kimchi stew place with the best view she didn’t mind it. That meant she slipped on a pair of jeans, wore a cute top, and could wear any non-heels in her possession. Once ready to go she met MJ out in the car where she got to see his outfit for the first time all day. It was casual, but something about it was a bit more put together and intentionally stylish. She didn’t think to say anything though because it wasn’t rare that he did it; plus, she was against adding something as little as that to her pile of suspicion.

Besides, she planned to ask him about it during their date.

They bided the time in the car talking about their week and the ridiculous thing Sanha had done the day before and how Eunwoo had seemed ready to kill him. Which meant the week went about how it normally did, because Eunwoo often looked ready to just unload on his chaotic friend group. The poor bean was perpetually stressed out and done with all of them.

Something that YN and everyone found hilarious. Though sometimes she took mercy on him and got them in line, especially when they grated on her nerves as well.

Upon arrival they pulled into a spot and walked into the building, being directed to their favorite seats immediately. Both were such frequent customers that they knew the staff by name and vice versa. Everyone knew what they liked and did their best to accommodate them because they all got along so well. It was a nice space to be.

Once in their seats YN’s eyes drifted to the window next to them. Through it you could see the cityscape. The buildings high, the lights bright, and the people and cars moving about. It was peaceful despite the inherent busyness and chaos that came with living in a city. At some point in life she may have enjoyed the quiet of a smaller town or a suburb, but she would never change out of the city for that. At least not with the way she lived her life in that moment. Maybe when she and MJ were married with kids to raise would she wish for a change of pace.

“You going to stare out the window all night? I’m sure my face is just as beautiful,” MJ teased.

YN made a fake gagging noise and then laughed.

“That was so cheesy,” she said.

“I know. Speaking of, are we getting the usual?”

“Of course.”

And just like magic their waiter, Hyuk, strolled over to take their order. There was some light small talk before he was off putting the order in, though YN was sure they started it the moment they walked through the door. They never changed it unless they added another item on as some sort of side, so there was no need to guess or wait for them to come to a decision.

As they waited they talked about anything and everything, well anything that was light. They’d swerved into the topic of a case the YN worked that was particularly hard and when MJ saw how much it took out of her to speak about it he changed the subject. However, he kept the focus on her and a story she had to tell. Something he’d explained to her once as a way to get off a not great conversation, but still letting her know that he was there to listen to whatever she wanted to tell him.

“I think you should do pink,” he said.

“Pink? You think I should dye my hair pink?” she asked incredulously.

MJ nodded, pausing as Hyuk sat their stew, side dishes, and drinks down before leaving.

“Yeah, pink would suit you well. We can even dye it together if you want. Hot pink.”

No response felt right for YN so she just left him sitting there with his ridiculous idea and grabbed her spoon to gather a bit of the broth to drink. Even when he did that dork eyebrow wiggle she ignored him, motioning for him to eat his food. After a few seconds he did, though there was a look in his eyes that she couldn’t place. It wasn’t the earlier mischief, but it did indicate he was up to something.

She would’ve said something right then and there, but the taste of the stew had her releasing an involuntary moan as she did. The taste was just so perfect and she was much hungrier than she assumed, so the thought of talking was over before it truly started.

And they remained like that. Eating wasn’t a talkative affair, so the silence was fine. Well, silence with the occasional whisper of how they loved the food so much and would do anything for it.

They were both weird.

Dinner finished quickly enough and the moment the dishes were collected they were replaced with their usual bingsu. It was chocolate oreo and way too sweet, but also way too good. They didn’t have it every time or at least that was the lie YN liked to tell herself so she could validate getting it the next time they came.

The lie had no one fooled.

While YN dug in almost immediately MJ did not and when she didn’t notice his spoon fighting to steal her scoop she looked up. Surprisingly, MJ wasn’t there and that confused her, until she turned her head and saw him down on one knee with an open ring box in his hand. He wore a bright smile and the joy in his eyes matched it.

“I’ve been asking you a million random this or that questions for weeks now trying to figure out how to do this. You’ve helped me with so many decisions, but in the end of it all they didn’t feel right. So, with the last thing I asked you helped me realize that this was best. That I wanted to ask you to marry me, to be my wife in a place we both love with a view that very few places could beat. YN, my sun, I love you with my entire being. And I know my personality can be a lot sometimes, but you love all sides of me regardless of how you sometimes lock me out of the bedroom for peace. Or make me go to JinJin’s. And I love you the same way. So, if you don’t mind I’d like to ask one more question. Yes or no?”

YN felt her stomach churn and her heart beat erratically. There was just so much joy inside of her that her body didn’t know how to handle it and she felt a little overwhelmed, but in the best possible way. The man she loved and who she’d spoken to about their future life proposed to her in one of her favorite places and included her in the entire process. Even if she didn’t know about it.

“Yes,” she said, her voice shaky.

And without another word MJ slipped the ring onto her finger and stood up, pulling her into a tight embrace. They laughed and they cried throughout the night. Both of them on cloud nine.

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[leehestia]

“call me lover boy!” // hufflepuff!sanha x gryffindor!reader

pairing: hufflepuff!sanha x gryffindor!reader ft. mj who made a small irrelevant appearance lol

genre: hogwarts!au, fluff, humor, rivalry, angst(?)

warnings: lowercase intended, cheating (academic/sports), bets, pda, taking and sharing photos without consent

synopsis: y/n, a popular quidditch player, looses a bet with yoon sanha, and was conditioned to teach him how to properly play quidditch.

author notes: a tiny disclaimer, i'm not the hugest potter head so i don't really know about the school rules or whatever, but i just really liked the idea of hogwarts romance it's cute lol. i also wanted to try typing in lowercase bc why not 💀

author notes (2): sorry if it's really cringe 🧍‍♀️

…

“professor, you’ve got to be kidding!” you complain, as you try to catch up with your professor regarding your assignment for the care of magical creatures subject.

“well miss l/n, i’m not!” she laughs, before going into her office. you grunt, eyebrows furrowed.

you have one job. to take care of yoon sanha’s cat, while he had to take care of your owl. however, nothing can be trusted with that narcissistic ass.

…

“sanha, please. don’t mess this up. take very very goo-“

“good care of him, i know.” he groans.

“sanha i'm serious!"

"why can't you just trust me?" sanha pouts,

"because, remember the egg project during our 2nd year?" your arms crossed.

"but thats just an egg!"

"not only that project, the multiple papers i've entrusted to you for our projects all suddenly disappeared in your care!" you argue.

"what's happening here?" eunwoo, your senior butts in.

"eunwoo-hyung!" sanha's eyes lighten.

"sunbae!" you exclaim

you and sanha glare at each other.

"why are you two arguing?" eunwoo questions,

"because! this ass is so irresponsible!" "y/n says i'm too irresponsible!" you both say at the same time.

"what? explain one by one, please." eunwoo sighs.

"y/n-" "sanha has to take care of my owl but i really really really don't trust him!"

"yah!" sanha shouts, making you smirk.

"i have to say i'm on y/n's side here." moonbin, your other senior comes in as well.

"hey, don't take sides!" sanha grumbles.

"i think you guys should make a bet!" moonbin suggests, wrapping his arm over eunwoo's shoulder.

eunwoo tsks at moonbin, shaking his head.

"you're so obsessed with bets..." eunwoo sighs.

"yeah yeah, like you aren't too." moonbin laughs.

"what kind of bet?" sanha questions.

"sanha!" you push him, making him whine.

"why? i'm just interested!"

"how about, a bet where you guys take care of each others pet right? whoever gets the pet attached to them wins!" moonbin smiles.

"that isn't a good idea. you shouldn't tamper with the relationship of the student and their-"

"deal!" you and sanha cut off eunwoo.

moonbin laughs, looking at eunwoo's annoyed face.

...

It's been days, weeks, and eventually 3 months. and unfortunately,

"HAHAHAHA!" sanha cackled.

"you're kidding!" you groaned, watching your majestic owl flap it's wings on sanha's shoulder.

"i win y/n! now you gotta do what i want!" he giggled.

"you're literally 10, shut up." you said, walking towards him to take your owl.

it gladly went back to you, sanha pouted as it did.

"even if you see me as a 10 year old, a bet is a bet! 10 year olds can make bets you know!" sanha argued.

"fine. what do you want?"

"teach me how to play quidditch! i made a bet with rocky hyung who also totally sucks at quidditch." sanha smirked.

"you and your brothers must be extremely addicted to bets..." you sighed, sanha's eyebrows furrowing at the statement you made.

"that doesn't matter! just teach me how to play!" sanha stomped his feet, like a child.

"okay, okay..." you muttered, choking your attempt to not laugh.

"let's go!"

"right now?"

"yes, of course! the game's in 2 weeks!" sanha said, grabbing your hand.

...

"look, you know this is cheating, right? a student is not allowed to coach another student." you say, holding your broomstick tightly, another in your hand for sanha.

he nods his head.

"that's why, you must never, ever, ever, tell anyone... deal?"

"deal!" he said, bright smile plastered on his face.

a smile threatened to appear and break your poker face. you tried to stop yourself from smiling by handing the broomstick to the tall being. sanha gives a soft 'thank you', before taking it, with extra care.

"okay, so you know how to ride a broomstick at least, right? unless... you didn't listen during our first year." you looked at him, and he simply gave you a smile.

"you're kidding. hufflepuffs really suck at quidditch don't they?"

"not all hufflepuffs!"..... "well, i'll admit that 90% of us are horrible at the game, but at least we try!"

you laughed at his attempt to defend his house.

...

a week finally passes, another week left to go.

"y/n, i think i'll really really really beat you this time!" he says, determined.

"okay, lover boy."

"ew! what is that nickna-"

"i win." you said, pointing at the ball that was rapidly falling down.

"i- it's because you distracted me!" sanha said, blushing furiously.

"well, that's what minhyuk oppa will do during the game, is it not?" you laughed.

"yes..." sanha sighed, in defeat.

"okay, try again. this time don't be distracted, lover bo-"

"s-stop!!"

you simply laugh at his tomato face, until you throw the ball at sanha to start the game.

...

finally, a week has passed.

you sit down on one of the audience seats, waiting for sanha and rocky to appear.

"y/n!" someone calls from your left, making you look.

"oh my god! oppa!" you said, giddy, giving him a tight hug.

your long time crush, and senior, myungjun came. however, you've moved on from him a ling time ago since he has already graduated, and is working outside hogwarts. sanha was the only one who knew about your crush, accidentally after snooping in your diary for fun.

"i didn't know you'd be here, how come?" you asked him.

"eunwoo told me rocky and sanha would be having a small tournament. i wanted to watch the most horrible quidditch players i know play!" mj laughed.

you laughed with him, not noticing sanha floating in the air infront of you.

"uh... excuse me?" sanha looked at both of you with obvious jealousy.

"oh, sanha!" you said, walking towards him.

"y/n, it's about to start... i'm very nervous." he sighed.

"what do you want me to do about it?"

"it's kinda embarrassing..." he whispered.

"go on, i don't care."

"really?" he asked.

"mhm." you hummed in approval.

"call me lover boy." he said, in an extremely soft voice.

"what? come again?"

"call me lover boy!" he shouted, his iconic tomato face appearing.

"yah! not so loud!" you said, looking around, embarrassed, your seniors looking at the both of you weirdly.

awkward silence was filling the atmosphere, as your flustered self looked at sanha's red face.

"f-fine..." you grumbled.

anticipation filled sanha's heart, a smile slowly forming his face.

"good luck and do your best..." you said, "l-lover boy."

extremely blushed and flustered faces were plastered on both of you, until you suddenly kissed him on the cheek.

he looked at you, shocked, until a whistle blows along with the calls of his hyungs to start the game. he flies to start the game, leaving you.

...

the game finally ends, with rocky gaining the triumph.

you go down to visit sanha. who was currently sitting town.

"sanha, you okay?" you towered above him.

"yes? no... uh, i don't know?" he said, avoiding eye contact.

"god, i distracted you didn't i?" you frowned. "i shouldn't have kissed you..." you whined.

"oh no! i-it's totally fine..." he stuttered.

"b-but i admit, even though you were red and flustered like a tomato during the game, you still did great..." you complimented him.

"thanks..." he let out a shaky sigh, before standing up.

"ye-yeah?" you said, looking up at the tall figure that was now towering over you.

"y/n, these past few weeks, i've realized that you- you- you're-"

he paused, looking into your eyes.

"I THINK YOU'RE HOT AND I LIKE YOU!" he said, before running away screaming.

you blushed, hard. super hard. extremely hard. (Ayo?🤨)

"S-SANHA! WAIT UP!" you shouted before chasing after him.

...

you lost him. you couldn't find him, he's gone!

you asked everyone around if they'd seen him, unfortunately no one has.

"where did this dumb brick go?" you whispered to yourself, as you continued to look for him.

you arrived at the library, looking through every. single. isle.

you heard whispers coming from one of the isles, the whispers sounding like sanha's annoying voice which you liked so much.

you slowly walked to the isle, to find sanha with his hyung, jinjin.

"well you should've watched the game to see what happened!" sanha complained.

"so you just basically... ran away?" jinwoo teased him.

"yeah..."

"well, go back and find her you stupid boy!" jinjin scolded, pushing sanha to leave.

"o-okay..."

"i don't he'll be needing to find me." you popped out, smiling.

sanha froze when he saw you.

"come here sanha."

he looked at his hyung, scared.

"just go..." jinwoo rolled his eyes.

sanha walked to you, looking at your face to find any anger or any negative emotions in your expressions.

"why'd you run away?" you asked him.

"i... i just didn't want to be rejected."

"rejected? you didn't even get to hear my response!" you whispered in an annoyed tone.

"it's because, i realized that it was the extremely worst timing since m-hyung came back..." he pouted.

"yah! i'm totally totally over him!" you said, making sanha feel relieved.

"why would i kiss your cheek if i didn't like you?" you mumbled.

"y-you like me?" sanha's eyes widened.

"yes, for a while now... most of the time i just act annoyed with you because of the task, but i promise you, i'm actually super duper in love with you." you explained.

sanha was flabbergasted, he didn't know what to say. at all.

"oh... okay." he breathed.

"so?"

"oh... okay." he said once again, making you laugh.

you looked into his eyes, before going on your tiptoes, grabbing sanha's nape to make him bend down more.

you connect your lips with his, for a short second, before pulling away.

"oh." said sanha.

"is oh your favorite word now?" you giggled, still on your tiptoes, arms wrapped around his shoulder.

"i... i don't know." he smiled, before kissing you again.

*click*

you broke the kiss to see where that noise came from, only to see jinwoo taking photos with his phone.

"s-sunbae!"

...

End lol

...

Lil extra story in the gc:

dongwoo: look what me and minhyuk saw todayㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

dongwoo: *photo of you kissing sanha on the cheek*

jinjin: that can't compare to what i saw at the library today 🤮

bin: why? what is it?

dongwoo: you should've went to the game bin!

jinjin: *photo of y'all kissing LMFAOO*

bin: NO WAY

locky: wow sanha got the real win right there ㅋㅋㅋ

mj: replied to eunwoo; i literally saw that in front of my face, please. 😭

mj: replied to jinjin; wow our maknae has finally grown!

sanha: yah! why are you taking pics of me an y/n now :(

bin: of course, we're happy to see our maknae grow ㅋㅋㅋ

sanha: once y/n finds out about this, you're all dead meat.

dongwoo: please, i raised her.

#yoon sanha #astro x reader #sanha x reader #mj #kim myungjun #myungjun #jinjin #park jinwoo #jinwoo #lee dongmin #eunwoo #cha eunwoo #moonbin #rocky #park minhyuk #minhyuk #astro #kpop #astro scenarios #fluff #hogwarts #hufflepuff #gryffindor #quidditch #hestia loves astro #astro kpop #emo #deez nuts #ur mom

[dat-town]

when the stars are gone

Characters: Myungjun & You

Genre: angst 

Setting: greek myth in modern era au [moodboard]

Summary: The constellations disappear and one falls right into you.

Warning: mentions of death and violence

Words: 3.1k

for @kmhoodys from your asa ♥

Everything changed overnight.

One of the very few things humanity universally accepted to be true proved all of them wrong and made each belief crumble. People even started doubting things they used to believe in and that was scientifically proven like the Sun rising on the East. Nobody could believe anything they saw anymore.

Why? Easy.

Because from one day to another, all the constellations disappeared from the sky.

Without any forecasting sign, any worrisome news, the next day the night sky was empty save from the Moon and the bright spark of the planet Venus. Any star smaller than the Sun just weren't there anymore and nobody, no astrophysicist or the NASA could explain the phenomena. So people did what they did best when they didn't understood something: they made up stories. They claimed that the apocalypse started just like this: with the lack of stars.

And unbeknownst to you, one of them fell right into you. Literally. With such grace and strength, that you were strangled to the ground of the back garden of your parents’ place. You would have called it misfortune blaming Fortuna but he would have called it the right alignment of the (not even existing) stars that you were right there, right then.

“Hello.”

A soft voice startled and pulled you out of the state of shock you were in due to the fall and the possible concussion you suffered. It was soothing, the way his tone seemed to soothe over the vowels creating the kind of melody you never wanted to forget. You faintly wondered if you were dreaming when opening your eyes you saw an unfamiliar pair of bright, coal dark eyes staring down at you in worry. Honey brown hair fell into the stranger’s forehead, over the smooth skin and your hands itched to touch, to brush the fringe away. His lean body hovered over yours which was a huge disrespect of your personal place and yet, his mere presence took your breath away. Not to mention his unexpected entrance.

“Hi...” you mumbled still a bit dazed and accepted the offered hand that pulled you up from the ground. Standing on unsteady legs you found yourself face-to-face with a young man looking as ethereal as one could get in his simple, elegant, white clothes and with that handsome face of his. He was like nobody you had ever met and you couldn't even pinpoint what it was about him that made you feel like this. Was it the vibe he radiated off or the knowing, piercing look of his eyes?

“Who are you?” was the first question you blurted out because you didn't want to draw false conclusions from the fact that he wondered in your parents’ garden. Maybe he was allowed to. He could have been a new neighbour you didn't know about since you had been away for the last four months because of university.

“Oh forgive me for being so rude. I forgot as I was just as startled as yourself. Everything happened so fast,” the guy apologized seemingly sincere and you found his choice of words pretty interesting. “People used to call me Perseus but it's been awhile since I used that name. You may call me Myungjun, or Jun for short if you prefer.”

As he introduced himself, you furrowed your eyebrows at the mention of the ancient name.

“Perseus as in the constellation?” you looked up only to be welcomed by the empty, black sky and then back at the boy shining brightly just by standing there.

“Yeah exactly.”

It seemed like the stranger… Myungjun, you reminded yourself, didn't feel the need to explain it any further and silence stretched far between you two. You were about to ask what he was doing here or what brought him here so fast he couldn't stop the collision but the question died on your lips as you heard your name being called from the house.

“That was my little brother. I have to go,” you excused yourself and turned around to go in, so Sanha didn't have to come out to get you and drag you inside. But before you walked away you just had to tell him about your concern of him being there because something was up with this whole situation.

“You should leave if my parents didn't allow you to cross our garden,” you told him and with that and one last, curious gaze thrown his way, you left, shutting the door behind you just to be sure.

It wasn't long after when you first heard the news about other unexplainable events. For example the enormous (six feet tall!) scorpion that attacked New York or the huge lion wandering on the streets in the East. Yet, it wasn't until the appearance of two identical brothers acting like heroes who spoke a strange dialect that people connected the dots: the constellations that disappeared from the sky was now actually down on Earth.

Like Perseus.

The realization made your throat close-up and for once you listened to your parents who insisted that you shouldn't go back to university until things get a bit safer. But it didn't look very promising for now.

Even Hercules who liked to be called Rocky now declared on national television that the whole fiasco was the revenge of gods for not believing in them. Though rumours had it that Selene, the goddess of night sky and stars, was kidnapped and the emptiness of her position caused the havoc. Whatever it was, chaos emerged. People had to face attacks of animals multiple of their normal size or even mythological creatures wandering on the streets. Orion, or as he preferred to be named now: Jinjin, being the talented hunter he was, teamed up with Hercules and together they tried to make sure no innocent human life was taken. However, it wasn't that easy, they couldn't be anywhere.

For example, right here.

You were just back from grocery shopping when you saw your brother hiding behind the corner of one of your neighbours' house. You were just about to call his name when he noticed you and one look with wild hand gestures was enough to silence you. A low animalistic grunt made you freeze in your place before you spotted the huge long-neck dinosaur-like monster with a really ugly and scary head. You quickly crouched down and hid behind a rubbish container before it could notice you and eat you because based on the mess on the street, it was looking for food in the bins. Taking a few shallow breaths you glanced out on your left to check Sanha's position and come up with ways how to get there but the boy looked utterly panicked and kept pointing to something behind you. You didn't know what to make of it until the loud sound of a huff on your right. You quickly turned around and faced the head of the monster. Geez, it was almost as big in itself as you crouched down. Not to mention the dark eyes and the huge flashed teeth of it.

Over the loud, fearful drumming thumps of your heart you barely heard the Run! order before you saw a familiar figure in the line of your vision with a makeshift armour made of the cap of a garbage bin and a long, sharp kitchen knife. It all happened so fast, you barely registered what you were in the middle of and then you heard the frizzing sound and smell of flesh burning and the head of the monster rolled away once Myungjun cut it off its slim neck.

“Are you okay?” he crouched down in front of you and offered a helping hand. You had a slight déjavu as you took it.

“Yeah, I am. Just surprised,” you admitted and damn how could you not notice last time how soft his skin was? And how warm was the care in his chocolate brown orbs? “Thank you for saving my life.”

“Anytime,” he smiled a bit cheekily still not letting go of your hand and it was so absurd. You didn't know how long you would have just stood there if your brother didn't step in.

“Guys, it's a hydra,” he yelled and it was only his warning that saved you from the jet of flame the now two-headed monster sent your way. Where one head was cut off two new grew into its place and you desperately started searching for some information about how to kill it for good.

“Come on,” Myungjun tugged you farther away and you followed him because in your shocked state you didn't know what else to do. When you reached Sanha's side you couldn't help but notice that your little brother towered over both of you. (Why did he have to grow so tall for real?)

“Should we call I don't know… the military?” you suggested running out of ideas already and Sanha sorted at your idea murmuring something probably savage under his breath.

“There's no need. I can handle it,” Myungjun claimed with a confident smile.

“Dude, you didn't even know it was a hydra,” your brother rolled his eyes and he was right. Cutting off the head wasn't the best idea because now it had two and one of them could emit fire.

“But now I know and I know what to do with it. Just keep her away,” he pointed at you and you knew it was the wrong time to complain that you weren't a damsel in distress since he really did kind of saved you earlier.

“Who is this guy?” Sanha asked once Myungjun was off to fight with the hydra.

“Perseus,” you blurted out without thinking, long-forgotten childhood stories of Greek mythology coming back.

“The ancient hero?”

“It looks like it,” you said dreamily, watching the scene unfold before you in awe. Myungjun moved out of the way of fire and sliced the heads so elegantly like a dancer but it seemed like an endless one as he slayed one head after the other but more and more kept growing into the old ones place. Was he crazy? Which part of hydra didn't he understand? You were fuming as you watched as his chances got slimmer minute by minute and wanted to scream out of frustration when he climbed up to the monster.

“Wait! I think I know what he's trying to do,” your brother stopped you when you tried to end this nonsense and then you realized it too. How the dozen of heads all turned around in a circle surrounding Myungjun, preparing for an attack. But just in that moment when they did lunge forward he jumped off and the heads bit onto their own necks, spit fire onto their body itself.

After a minute of struggling the hydra dropped dead onto the ground. You didn't even notice that you were holding your breath until you finally let it out relieved when the monster turned into nothing but ashes. If you weren't so focused on Myungjun, you would have noticed the Hydra constellation back on the sky in that moment. But seeing how uncertain he stood there on wobbly legs you ran to him without hesitation. He must have been exhausted from the fight because otherwise he looked okay, wearing his battle scars proudly.

“Are you alright?” you asked just to be sure and boldly touched his cheek, stroking the skin there below a bloody scar.

“Yeah, it's just… it's been a while,” he let out a tired sigh and it didn't take a lot to convince him to follow you inside the house, so you could treat his wounds and give him something to eat and drink. It was adorable how disgusted face he pulled when he tried coffee but he couldn't stop eating the chocolate cupcakes you just made.

“Okay, now try to stay still. I need to clean your wounds before they get infected,” you told him firmly and sat him down on a kitchen chair. Luckily your parents weren't at home yet or otherwise it would have been a bit difficult to explain what the demigod was doing in your house eating dessert.

Myungjun hissed when the antiseptic made contact with the wound on his cheek and you suppressed a smile. He was rather cute when he wasn't out there fighting mythical creatures.

“Must be nice to be a demigod but you aren't invincible. Be more careful next time,” you warned him as you applied some cooling cream over the scar. After you finished, you were a bit taken aback when you found his bright eyes on you from such a short distance. It took your breath away once again.

“Were you… worried about me?” he asked slowly and softly and your heart palpitations had never been worse.

“Of course I was,” you admitted and quickly turned away to pack the first-aid box.

It was his turn to suppress a smile.

Soon your parents arrived and after Sanha's shortened version of your earlier adventure, they made Myungjun to stay for dinner, too. Poor guy was interrogated so much but at least after your parents learned about his skills they finally agreed to let you go back to the capital for university if he went with you. Your argument that you couldn't live in fear just because of some mythical creatures running on the streets didn't seem to be good enough but when Myungjun mentioned he actually wanted to get to the capital to meet up some other heroes, they immediately suggested that you should accompany him. They thought you were safer with him which was a rather selfish reason to stay with him but Myungjun didn’t seem to mind neither your company, nor the long train ride.

You helped him adjust to the big city life and you became popular among your peers for being friends with one of the Greek mythology version of Avengers or so people called these heroes who came to life and made sure to get rid of the monsters. It took quite some time but the constellations got back to their originals places one by one except the heroes themselves who tried to integrate into the society.

University life was boring as always but when you got home Myungjun was there to make your day better. He still marvelled at a few new inventions and damn, he loved to eat a lot! He told you a lot of stories but your favourites were when he told you about himself. You loved listening to his voice no matter what he talked about. It was so lovely and peculiar, made you feel safe and made you smile. Just like his silly antics you adored so much.

Yet, you couldn't help but wonder about the what ifs.

“Will you stay here for good?” you asked out loud in one particularly weak moment while casually snuggling up on the couch and watching some comedy you didn't even really pay attention to.

“I don't know,” Myungjun sighed; he seemed worried too. “The gods are moody, unpredictable creatures always making hasty decisions.”

“I don't want you to leave,” you blurted out and it turned out a very clumsy confession as your cheeks got pink. But the demigod might have been just as enamoured as he took your hand in his intertwining your fingers.

“I don't want to leave either,” he said and it was enough to ease your heart.

 Yet so very naive of you, so mundane, you forgot about a crucial detail. Or maybe you just didn't want to care, not until you had to…

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon when someone rang the bell of your apartment, so you stopped in the middle of baking to open the door. On the other side of the threshold stood the most beautiful girl you have ever seen. Her shiny black hair was the canvas of night and her eyes were like the prettiest ink splashes on the sugary colour of her skin. She smiled like royalty did and you didn't know what could have brought her onto your doorstep.

“Hello. I'm looking for Perseus. Is he here?” she asked in a very melodic voice.

“Excuse me but who are you?” you asked politely but the answer didn't came from the girl in front of you but from Myungjun himself from behind you.

“Andromeda,” he whispered and your heart clenched.

Oh. Andromeda… as in his wife from the mythology. How could you forget that?

“Oh I will leave you alone to talk then. I will be in the kitchen,” you cleared your throat and got away as quickly as you could without looking at Myungjun. You didn't want to witness the pity in his eyes or hear them being all lovey-dovey.

You went back to your loyal cupcakes and started decorating them with frosting one by one hoping their sweetness will make you forget that ugly bitterness and hopelessness in you. You were actually so focused on getting the design right, you didn't even hear Myungjun's approaching footsteps until he gently, ever-so-lovingly hugged you from behind.

You tensed under his touch, heart thumping loudly as you asked: “Where's Andromeda?”

“I sent her away,” he answered simply and even if you secretly wished for this, you were utterly confused.

“Why?”

“It had been millenniums. Enough time for love to change, to grow cold,” he explained seriously and then, a lot softer, almost timidly, he whispered into the juncture between your neck and shoulder: “To fell in love with someone new.”

Your breath hitched and you didn't know what to say. It seemed like you didn't need to because Myungjun didn't expect you to. He just kept you in his embrace and you let him.

Life with a demigod wasn't easy, not always, but Myungjun made it feel like it was. Loving him almost came naturally. Thus, losing him hurt almost unbearably so.

The gods were indeed cruel because marking the one year anniversary of the day of your first meeting, the day when all the stars were suddenly gone, the night sky demanded back what it lost.

At first you refused to believe he disappeared when he wasn't there when you came home. He didn't answer your calls, nor your texts. You started to worry, then panicking, and by the time you looked up at the sky from your balcony, you barely saw anything through the tears in your eyes. Because you knew what you would find there even before you saw it, the bright Perseus constellation back in its place where he belonged: among the stars, light years away from you.

Still, you were sure that he looked after you even from up there.

#astro imagines #astro oneshot #astro scenarios #astro x reader #astro mj #mj imagine #mj oneshot #mj scenario #myungjun imagine #myungjun oneshot #myungjun scenario #mj x reader #myungjun x reader #greek myth au #stories #i hope you like it

[arohaimagines-blog]

“Hey!” -MJ

Soulmate AU: Everyone is born with a tattoo of their soulmates first words to them. Yours reads, “Hey!”

It seemed like as the years flew by, your friends were finding their soulmates one by one. At a rapid pace even, their tattoos had such specific statements or questions that once they heard them, there was no doubt about whether or not they met their soulmate. 

You were beginning to feel a little hopeless, every time someone found their soulmate, they’d cast a sympathetic look in your direction. That’s right, you weren’t having the easiest journey to find your own soulmate because apparently fate had it out for you. You must have done something in a past life to receive such a punishment, which may seem melodramatic to anyone that didn’t know your situation, but it quite felt like something of that caliber. 

What exactly did your tattoo say? “Hey!”

That’s right, plain and simple, a phrase you heard multiple times for the entirety of your life. People tell you not to rush, that you’re still young, but those were empty words. None of them could ever really understand how it feels to get your hopes up every time someone new greets you, only to have them dashed when they reveal their own tattoo, with a set of words completely different from what you just said. 

The future you were dreading was slowly coming together, practically everyone in your friend circle had found who they were meant to be with. Whenever you’d gather together, it was couples galore, and god, why did they all have to be so...touchy feely? You were trying not to be bitter, after all, you were glad they were all so happy, but it was just too much sometimes. 

The semester was finally over, and your best friend was having a small get together with the rest of your friends. Or so she said, because when you arrived at her apartment it was packed, even a little overcrowded in your opinion. 

“Y/N!” She called out to you, and your eyes immediately scanned the crowd of people to find your friend, a chuckle escaping your lips as you saw her waving her arms around like her life depended on you seeing her. Pushing your way through the crowd, you saw a lot of people that you’ve never spoken to before, or only just seen around town or on campus.

“So?”, she said, looking at you with a sly smile, and a mischevious glint in her eyes that made you a bit suspicious. “So?”, you repeated back to her, except you had a tone and expression of complete confusion. Sighing, she rolled her eyes before speaking again. “You’ve always been a little clueless Y/N, do you see anyone you may like? Or even think is cute?”

Oh.

“You did not seriously bring in a bunch of people to try and play matchmaker all night, did you?” A worried expression already plagued your face, as you thought about how this night was about to get way worse. Your friend casually patted you on the head, due to your height, and also to give you some sort of reassurance. “That’s up to you, but don’t hold back. At some point I’m going to run out of food and people will fly outta here in no time.” 

A small pout formed on your lips, but your friend gave you no time to argue as she quickly pulled a guy over. He was tall and cute, you think you may have had a class with him, but as soon as he spoke your friend shoved him aside. He didn’t even say the right thing.

As the night went on, your friend filtered through guys and girls, all leading to nothing. Not that you expected anything to happen, but that didn’t mean it hurt you any less. When you told your friend you were just going to go sit alone, she didn’t protest and just gave you a sad smile. 

If the night felt like it couldn’t get any worse, you were dead wrong, being someone who was always somewhat clumsy, and being lost in your thoughts really didn’t help you out with that. Walking through people, distracted as you reflected on every person you met, you tripped over someone’s feet and fell down, but not without bringing another person with you.

“Hey!”

You were so embarrassed by the situation that you responded right away, “I’m so sorry!” Looking over at the person next to you, you found a man around your age, maybe a few years older, with light brown hair and brown eyes. You expected him to be annoyed, but instead, a bright smile was on his face. A blush graced your cheeks, you think he probably has the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen.

He stared at you for a few moments, back and forth from your face to the wrist that had your tattoo, before throwing his hands up and yelling, “I found my SOULMATE!” The room was filled with cheers and applause, you were sure you could definitely hear your friend screaming louder than the whole room altogether. 

Tears formed at the corner of your eyes, feeling completely overwhelmed by relief and happiness. He noticed your expression and quickly scooted over to wipe the tears away with his thumbs, giving you a softer smile than before, like you were the most precious thing in the world.

 Quietly speaking, hands now caressing your face, he said. “I thought I’d never find you.” You were speechless for a while, just staring into his kind eyes before you managed to utter something, “Me too.” 

The two of you decided to go outside to get some fresh air, awkwardly walking in silence holding hands since you had only just met. Suddenly he broke through the quiet and stopped walking.

“OH! We didn’t even tell each other our names, isn’t that so funny? I’m Myungjun, sometimes people call me MJ!”

You couldn’t help but smile, he had such an energy to him that you were incredibly drawn to. “I’m Y/N.”

“Pretty name for a pretty girl, huh?” You giggled and rolled your eyes at his flirting, pretending to scold him. “You’re shameless Myungjun!”

“I guess you’re going to have to get used to that!”

Those simple words made you so happy, even if he was teasing you. You really found him, maybe in the most embarrassing way ever, but you did. 

Your soulmate.

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Food Fight (MJ)

Requested by @ihatedizworldplzhelp

Pairing: MJ x Reader

Genre: Fluff

MASTERLIST

A/N: My first request!! Thank you so much! This was such a cute idea! I will continue with the soulmate aus once this is posted, btw

You hadn’t seen MJ or the boys in a while since they were so busy

the comeback had been a success, so their schedule was incredibly busy

you were happy for them though, and continued to help where you could

they finally got a day off, and you went over to the dorms to see them and take care of them

as soon as you got to the door, you could hear the sound of feet trampling as well as some yells, some thuds, and overall chaos inside

MJ swung open the door, a cheesy smile on his face, and his newly dyed hair a bit ruffled from the chaos that must have ensued moments earlier

you came in to see the rest of the boys horsing around, shoving each other and being loud like they usually are

you all sit in the living room, goofing off for a while before the other boys break off, finally leaving you with your boyfriend

the two of you ended up sitting on the couch, watching a movie, with you eating popcorn and him eating some gummy bears, and even more snacks sitting on the coffee table in front of you

a little while into the movie, MJ started to feel the need for attention

he had missed you so much, and now all he wanted from you was warm cuddles and some attention

but, you were so immersed in the movie that you hadn’t noticed

he decided that his best course of action was to throw a gummy bear at you, so he did

and he missed

again

and again

and again

he continued to throw gummy bears at you until finally you turned around sharply and looked at him

“did you just?” he asked

“yeah, I did! What are you gonna do about it?”

the two of you stared each other down for a moment, forgetting about the movie that was playing on the television

the world started to move in slow motion as the two of you wound up, candy and popcorn in your hands

the two of you flung the contents in your hands, and all hell broke loose

you and MJ began to throw all sorts of snacks at each other, covering the couch and the living room in general with popcorn, gummy bears, and anything else the two of you could get your hands on

you giggled as you threw a few M&Ms at MJ, him attempting to catch a few in his mouth 

after a few minutes of flinging food across the room, you saw him hold up his arms in surrender

you smiled and tackled him in a hug

you were now both laying on the couch, you on top with your head resting in the crook of his neck, the both of you with big grins on your faces

you could feel him tilt his head slightly as he left a sweet kiss on your forehead

“thank you for coming today. I missed you” he whispered to you

“i missed you too” you sighed as you started to leave little pecks where you could reach

the two of you lay there for a bit, you softly running your fingers over his chest and nuzzling your face into the soft sweater that MJ was wearing

after a while of watching what was left of the movie, you had a realization

“you know we are going to have to clean all of the candy and stuff up, right...”

you looked up a bit to see MJ lost in thought before a mischievous smile grew on his face

“or,” he started, “We could not, and we could force one of the other boys to do it. My vote’s on Sanha”

you giggled and tapped his chest

“no, we can’t do that. The poor thing already deals with enough”

“ok fine” he smiled, leaving another kiss on your head

you both sat up a bit, you still sitting on his lap, and his back resting against the armrest of the couch

“i meant what i said earlier. I really missed you,” he whispered to you, kissing your nose

“i know. I missed you too, so much”

“i’m glad i had this day off

you began to leave small kisses all over MJ’s face, causing him to laugh

“you know we do have to start picking up this food at some point, right” you told him

“how ‘bout i just stay here and kiss you instead”

he leaned in to give you a kiss, but you turned your head so he kissed your cheek instead

“ok fine. we’ll pick up the food,” he whined a bit, a pout forming on his face

the two of you got up from the couch and began to pick up the pieces of candy and popcorn you threw at each other

once you were done throwing away what was left from your food fight, you were walking back into the living room when you felt two arms wrap around your waist

“i love you, (Y/N)” he whispered in your ear before leaving a few kisses on your neck

you turned around in his arms to look in his eyes

“i love you too”

you leaned in to kiss him softly, the two of you savoring the moment

as the two of you were in your own little world, the other boys watched from afar, peeking in from one of the doorways

“ew” Sanha whispered

you and MJ could hear a smack and a soft whine, but you payed no attention to it knowing that this was a normal thing in the dorms

you really did miss the boys when they worked

it just took a food fight to realize how much

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