#jooheon fic

[stayteezdreams]

Distraction

Plot: After having a bad day, your boyfriend decides to distracts you from your thoughts by starting a snowball fight.

Pairing: Lee Jooheon | Joohoney x Gn!Reader

A/N: This is my first time writing for Joohoney (and Monsta X), so I hope you like it!

Warnings: Nothing!

Words: ~1.3k

Your thoughts were far from present as you slowly walked through the park on your way home. Your hands were shoved in your pockets, gripping the hand warmers Jooheon had given you.

Your mind was busy replaying everything that had gone wrong today. All the annoying comments made your way, the coworkers who seem to like putting all their work on you, the things that never seemed to work out the way you wanted. The little annoying things that kept happening over and over. Dropping things, spilling drinks, bumping into stuff. It had just been one of those days.

Jooheon could tell something was off when he had texted you earlier in the day. Your replies were short and held a lack of emojis and personality than they usually did. Worry crept at the back of his mind, so he decided to meet you on your walk home.

His feet crunched through the snow as he made his way through the park, his smile widening when he spotted your familiar figure headed his way. As he was about to call out, his own voice faltered as he saw the look on your face.

Something had definitely happened.

You looked tired, fed up, and very distracted, not even noticing the person you almost tripped over as you passed by a bench.

He frowned as his chest tightened; he hated seeing you anything less than happy.

Stepping into your path, he watched as you slowly approached him, never fully looking ahead or paying attention. He would have laughed had he not been worried, when you walked directly into him.

Stepping back in alarm, you looked up in a mild panic, ready to apologize to whoever it was you just ran into.

"I'm so sorr-" your voice died when you were met by your boyfriend’s familiar kind, yet piercing gaze. "Honey?"

He smiled at you, but it was a soft, sad smile. "Where were you?"

"Huh?"

He reached out and gently tapped your forehead with the knuckle of his finger. "I could have been a flight of stairs baby. Why aren't you paying attention to where you are going?"

You looked down with a soft pout before meeting his gaze again, all the emotions and stress rising to the surface as you met your boyfriend’s worried gaze.

Seemingly able to see what was happening, he smiled softly at you as he stretched out his arms for you. A soft melancholic smile spread across your face as you stepped forward, wrapping your own arms around him and pressing your face into his chest. His embrace felt like a warm blanket placed over you, you already felt the stress of the day fading just due to his presence.

As he wrapped his arms around you, he let out a loud contented sigh. After holding you in silence for a few moments, you spoke, voice muffled from his puffy jacket.

"I had a bad day."

He nodded before pressing a kiss to your head, "I thought you must have. You seemed off in your texts earlier."

You pulled your head back to meet his eyes, "Is that why you’re here?"

He nodded and you smiled, making his lips curl before he pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

"I'll take you home." Releasing you from your hug, he turned to walk beside you, lacing his fingers through yours. "And you can complain about whatever it was that made you had a bad day."

Jooheon was always a good listener, and he always knew when and how to speak up about what was annoying or hurting you. He cursed your annoying coworkers and lamented about the days when nothing seems to go your way.

Letting out a groan as you complained about one of your particularly annoying coworkers, you shook your head. "I need to stop thinking about it, it's just gonna keep making me mad."

He let out a soft laugh as he looked around, an idea rising. "So, you need a distraction?"

You nodded, watching as he let go of your hand and ran ahead of you. You pouted in confusion, watching as he seemed to pick something up from the ground.

By the time you realized what it was he was doing, it was too late.

You raised your hands in alarm, ready to yell at him, but let out a gasp instead as you recoiled at the snowball flying your direction.

His familiar cackle rose in the air as you looked at him with offense and shock. "Jooheon!"

Quickly spinning around to make your own snowball, he watched you with amusement and relief, glad you were finally smiling again. His smile turned to fear as you pelted him with two snowballs one after another.

Onlookers laughed at your antics as they walked past, enjoying the sight of a grown couple having fun.

After countless more snowballs were thrown between you as you ran around the park, the thoughts of the day were long gone from your mind.

Seeing Jooheon run towards you, you yelped in fear as you run away with a startled laugh. Evading him as you ran around a bench and then a fountain, you yelled out in surprise as he vaulted over a bench to cut you off.

Tackling you, thought as lightly as he could, you laughed as you fell back into the snow, his hand purposefully cupping the back of your head to keep you safe. He was giggling wildly in your ear as he hugged you tight. You smacked his back a few times as you tried to catch your breath.

Jooheon rose up and leaned onto his elbow as he looked over at you with a wide grin. Climbing over you so he was partially on top of you, he looked down at you and let out a soft sigh. "There it is."

You furrowed your brow, "What?"

Reaching his hand up, he gently caressed your face, "Your smile. I was starting to miss it."

Your chest felt warm as he gazed down at you, smiling, you reached up and took his hand. "You always know how to make me smile."

He grinned as he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, and then your lips.

"I'd be a bad boyfriend if I didn't."

"It’s a good thing that you’re the best boyfriend then."

"Am I?"

You nodded and he grinned before peppering your faces with kisses, making you giggle and try to hide yourself.

When he finally finished his assault, he helped you to sit up. You let out a sigh as you looked around the powdery white park. "It's been a long time since in played in the snow."

"We should do it again."

You nodded in agreement as he stood up, reaching out his hands to help you up. Rising to your feet you helped each other brush the snow off your clothes.

As he turned away from you, you took the opportunity and jumped up onto his back. He let out a startled laugh as you wrapped your legs and arms around him, holding him tight.

He laughed, "So I'm your ride home now too?"

You giggled as you hugged your arms around his neck and nodded, "Yes."

He chuckled and shook his head before grabbing your legs to help hold you up. "What was that you said before? What kind of boyfriend am I?"

Grinning, you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "The best."

He nodded as he began carrying you through the park, "That's right. Never forget it."

You chuckled softly as you rested your head on his shoulder. Heart warm, and the grievances of the day forgotten.

xx End xx

I think this came out pretty cute! Jooheon would make such a fun boyfriend.

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[remedyx]

We're All Psycho

Monsta X Ot6 x OC

Chapter 6

I laid in bed wide awake staring into the darkness. It had been quiet for a couple of hours now, Kihyun had tended to the wound on my head surprisingly tenderly and then had fallen asleep almost as soon as he had laid down. After fighting with him over sleeping arrangements and getting me to change into a loose shirt and shorts, I figured the sooner he gets to sleep the sooner I could leave. So, even when he crawled underneath the covers behind me and wrapped an arm around my waist, I didn’t complain. I needed him to sleep as soon as possible so I could get the fuck out of here. His even breaths behind me were the only sound in the cold, dark room and I had been straining my ears to hear beyond the door, but everything was still. It was the kind of silence where there was nothing to focus on except the ringing in your ears.

Finally deciding I had waited long enough, I carefully lifted Kihyun’s arm off me. He didn’t stir and I counted my blessings as I slipped out of bed. I considered putting my shoes back on, but they were heels and I needed to be fast. Unfortunately, as much as I loved them, I should leave them behind. Not only would I not be able to run in them, but they would be too loud. Barefoot would afford me the quietness this escape required. I tiptoed across the room, cautiously opening the door hoping it didn’t make noise. I didn’t open it much, just enough for me to slink through it and I didn’t bother closing it behind me. I sprinted down the hallway on the balls of my feet hoping they would reduce the sound of my bare skin slapping against the cold concrete. My breathing was quiet, but erratic as my heart pounded in my chest.

I needed to get out of here. The second I was no longer useful to them, I’d be killed. I had no doubt about that. I could worry about who I kept company with that was involved with them later. Now was all about leaving and finding someone to help me, maybe someone that would hide me, or that would let me borrow their phone. It was nearly pitch black, only a dim floor light illuminating my way. I thanked my lucky stars that this place wasn’t a maze of halls and doors, it made it easier to sprint down the hall without second guessing which way I should’ve been going. Perhaps that hesitance would have been better suited to the situation anyway as my foot caught on something only a mere ten to fifteen feet from the door.

I tripped over whatever it was, my body hitting the unforgiving concrete floor hard, knocking the wind out of me. I groaned softly, gritting my teeth against the pain blossoming from my ankle, knees, and chest. A quick check to see what I got caught on would have been a mystery if the subtle glint the hall lights shone on the thin piece of fishing line hadn’t glimmered. A trap, one that was essentially designed to be invisible. The quick click of a tongue had goosebumps rising over my flesh.

“I really thought you were smarter than that doctor.”

The hall flooded with light at the flick of a switch, my eyes burning at the sudden introduction. Kihyun’s expression was full of amusement, tapping the trip wire with one foot.

“Disappointed, but not surprised.”

The chuckle that left him was my undoing. The fury and terror mixed into one within me as a dangerous cocktail. I was fed up being toyed with and before I could even convince myself to come up with some kind of half-cocked plan at the very least, I lunged at Kihyun. The attack caught him off guard, but he was still faster than me. His hand caught my wrist before I could make contact with skin, and in one smooth motion, used my momentum against me to force me back to the ground. I screamed in frustration, fighting to gain the upper hand, but failed as he pinned me beneath him. He slammed my arms against the cold concrete, his lower half settling over my hips, immobilizing me.

“Did I strike a nerve?” He smirked down at me, jovial.

“I’m tired of your shit. Let me go or kill me, I don’t care, but if I have to spend one more fucking minute with any of you, I’ll find a way to kill you myself.”

“Such animosity.” Kihyun feigned surprise, his features morphing into one of mock concern. “I think it’s important we work through this anger. Harboring such negative emotions isn’t healthy, as I’m sure you know well doctor. It must be so difficult having to listen and work through other people’s emotions without reciprocity, right? Let’s talk about your feelings and what we can do to turn those negatives into positives.”

“I fucking hate you.”

He sucked in a breath through his teeth, his head tilting to the side as if he were solving some complicated puzzle before him.

“Hate, is such a strong word. It gets thrown around too easily. See, I think to truly hate someone, you have to know them, and you, dear doctor, don’t know me well enough to hate me.”

“I know what you do and how many people you’ve hurt to accomplish it. That’s all I need to know.”

“That’s only surface level. Shouldn’t you of all people understand that more than the common person? I’m honest about who I am, more than many of the people you think you know. I don’t hide behind pretty lies and the world’s skewed expectation of morality unlike everyone else. If you ask me, that makes me far less frightening than the individuals you see every day.”

“You’re wrong. Everyone has their demons, but that doesn’t mean they’re all as fucked up as yours.”

Kihyun rolled his eyes, stretching my arms up and over my head. He swapped both wrists to one hand, his face leaning closer to mine and despite my best attempts at clinging to the anger he instilled in me, his proximity was impossible to ignore. Clear brown eyes and soft hair to match. Hell, I could even smell his shampoo wafting from this distance. I was unsettled with how keen my senses became with him so close. I firmly reminded myself who he was, a murderer, one with not some much a sliver of remorse for the things he’s done.

I turned my head, chanting the word in my mind. Kihyun’s hand gripped my jaw, the strength in his fingertips painful as he turned my head back to him.

“I don’t mean the demons themselves. I’m talking about the lengths at which people go through to conceal them. To keep those skeletons in their closets indefinitely. Those people aren’t the bad ones though, are they? Because ignorance is bliss, right? You’re all trained to be afraid of those of us who don’t hide who we are or how we see the world, when in reality, you should be scared of the people right under your fucking noses pulling those marionette strings.”

“Whoever it is you’re looking for. That’s who you’re talking about, isn’t it?”

Kihyun’s jaw clenched, that bitterness in his eyes sharpening to something icier as they wandered from mine. Even if he didn’t confirm my suspicions, his body language was obvious. Whoever this person was, there was history between them. A past wretched enough to leave Kihyun emotionally closed off except for the clear distaste he held for them.

“Who are they?”

He slowly drifted his gaze back to mine, the pain in his nearly suffocating in its intensity, wry smile curling one corner of his lips.

“Even if I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.”

“You’re probably right, but I still deserve to know who it is you think I can bring to you.”

“No.” He said simply, releasing the hold on my face.

“No?” I parroted in disbelief.

“You don’t trust me. Not that I can blame you, doctor, because I don’t trust you either. Information like that is only privy to those I know won’t use it against me. You’re not one of them. When, or if, that changes, then I’ll tell you.”

“I’m not interested in being your damsel in distress.” I glared, hating that insufferable chuckle he let out every time I said something he found amusing.

“Then don’t play as my damsel.” He grinned, wild look resurfacing in his molten chocolate pools. “Play as my Bonnie.”

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[jadededge]

Double Trouble || Jookyun - Ch.2

Pairing: JooKyun x Reader

Genre: AU, Romance, Smut (eventual)

Rating: M

Summary: Jooheon and Changkyun are an inseparable duo. They do everything together, and dating was no exception. You see them all the time and silently pine but eventually meet them and things progress from there.

Basically reader and her two boyfriends. Smut. Fluff.

Wattpad | AO3  (will likely always update these 2 places first)

Navigation: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

The boys led you out of the lounge and towards the valet outside. Speaking with a couple of people along the walk to the front, you tried to get out of the way but they never let you wander far. One of the other gives you lingering touches and heated glances here and there.

When the valet pulls their black Range Rover up, you were unsure of where to sit. As if reading your mind,

Changkyun steps up and opens the front passenger door for you. "Here princess, you sit in the front."

You internally squeal at what you hope is your new nickname.

"Come on, I don't bite." Jooheon beckons, already behind the wheel and waiting for you to get in.

You hear Changkyun snort at this comment. Hmm, so he bites? You think. Jackpot. "Thank you." You tell Changkyun as you get in.

He makes his way to the back seat and soon you are pulling away from the lounge. The club was on another side of town, so you were looking at about a 20-minute drive. Jooheon begins fiddling with the radio putting on some Lucky Daye at a low enough volume to chat if wanted. He has taste.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence. Changkyun chimes in from the back seat. He leans up, his head poking between you and Jooheon. "Hyung, I've got an idea."

You glance at him and he's wearing a smirk. You're starting to wonder if letting them carry you away and getting you alone so quickly was a mistake.

Jooheon chuckles a bit. "Oh, Changkyunnie has an idea! That'll be fun. What is it?"

"Let's play a game." You snort in your mind at this. They're already playing a game with you. You're just trying to figure out what it is.

"What kind of game?" You ask curiously.

"Oh, nothing too crazy. Just a round of questions to pass the car ride. I told you, we want to get to know you more. The only penalty is, if you don't answer, we get to ask another question." He smiles. Jooheon affirms.

And you wanted to know more about them as well. Besides lusting after them, they seemed interesting, and fun to be around. Even in the limited time you've spent, you've noticed how doting and sweet they are. Of course, this could all be a ploy to get into your pants, but you've already told yourself that you would accept whatever came of this and enjoy the ride.

"Okay, that sounds like fun. I want to learn more about you two as well." You smile at them both.

"Wonderful! I'll start," Jooheon exclaims. "What were you thinking about when you were staring at us earlier?" Changkyun cocks his head your direction awaiting an answer.

Wow. Out the gate with a tough one. You couldn't tell the truth. "I was imagining what it would be like to be sandwiched between the two of you." But you had to answer. So you deflect.

"I don't think I was staring. Though I was probably wondering how long it would take for you to come up to me." Though said playfully, you hoped they would accept your answer.

You are incredibly nervous but figured it would be best to try to convince them you could hold your own for as long as you could. Deep down you know it wouldn't take much for the two of them to wear you down. Have you begging on your knees. If you jumped out of the window for them, there would be no turning back. But what fun is it to give in immediately?

They both laugh. "Cute." Changkyun says.

"So you knew we'd approach you?" Jooheon asks.

"Hold on. I believe it's my turn."

"Whoa, excuse me." Joo holds a hand up in surrender. "You're right. Ask away, baby."

Baby. Fuck. He threw you off already but you quickly regained yourself. You had many questions but you were aware you had limited time and opportunity. So you ran through options that would get you the most information.

"You two have apparently seen me around before. Why wait till now to say something?"

"You both keep saying 'we'. What's the deal with that?"

"Are you together?"

"Are you both interested?"

"Do you share everything?"

You settle on, "You both keep saying 'we' or 'us'. What's the deal with that?" You just had to know.

Changkyun answers matter-of-factly, "we do everything together, as I'm sure you know. That also includes personal matters."

"So are you two together?" You ask.

"Aht aht, I believe it's our turn." Jooheon says throwing your earlier statement back at you.

"I- you're right." You say defeated.  

"What would you think if we were together?" Joo asks raising an eyebrow.

You would obviously love it if they were both interested. You want them both, even better if they share and get along. Changkyun says they do everything together. At that, your mind wandered to the possibilities. You have no problem with any scenario you dreamed up. "I'd love it." You answer frankly.

"Interesting," Changkyun says while looking at you adoringly. "We'll have to talk about this more. But for now, we're here." Leaning back.

You pout, "but it was my turn."

Joo coos at you. "Aw, we can keep playing once we get inside." He puts the car in park and hops out to walk to your side.

Opening the door for you he grabs your hand to help you out and hooks it in his arm. You're silently losing your mind. You can feel how big and hard his arm is even through his shirt.

Changkyun joins your other side and glides his hand down your back, leaving chills in its wake, stopping just above your ass on your lower back. Hold it together.

Walking past some of the patrons waiting to get in, you clock a couple of jealous stares. You ignore it. No need to psyche yourself out because of any outside influence.

As you make it to the door, security immediately recognizes them. "Boys! Welcome." He calls someone on his walkie earpiece. "The twins are here."

He promptly lets you in, and we're greeted by the hostess who will guide you all to their private section.

The club is incredible. It's decorated in black with gold accents. It has a high-end feel to it. There are mirrors on either side of the dance floor, reflecting and shimmering the lights like gold glitter. There's a stage currently being occupied by a DJ.  The dance floor is packed as well as the bar to the back but navigating the throngs of people was easy enough.

There were several booths and sections on the main floor, where you thought you would be but you were taken to the back and up a set of stairs. There's a hall with several doors lining it. You can still hear the music downstairs but it's certainly not as loud. More muffled.

"Here you go, gentlemen and lady." She offers you a polite smile while opening a door and gesturing you inside. "Kihyun made sure the bar was fully stocked and as well as two bottles of your favorite champagne." She gestures to the table. "If you need anything please don't hesitate to call in a server from the phone here. Enjoy your evening."  We thank her and she leaves us alone.

This room is fairly huge. There's a full bar with seating for 5 and a lounge area with two comfy-looking couches and chairs. There appears to be a karaoke setup here as well with a couple of large TVs on a wall and opposite of that there's a large window overlooking the club. Here you wander over and take a look out.

"Whoa. You can see everything. This is quite nice. Thank you for inviting me." You turn and look at them beaming brightly.

Changkyun has started pouring drinks for you three and Jooheon has joined you at the window. Placing a hand on the small of your back.

"You're absolutely welcome baby. Hopefully, you don't think we're overdoing it, trying to impress you." He says half-jokingly. If you squint really hard, you'd think he was nervous.

Not wanting to play too hard to get, you give them a bone. "Well consider me impressed Jooheon."

He smiles brightly at you. Gently he grabs your hand and raises it to his mouth. Your heart skips a beat. "Please, call me Honey." He places a gentle kiss on your skin.

"Okay. Honey." You're breathless but you smile.

"Come. Let's sit."

You both move to join Changkyun. He's sitting in a chair directly next to the end of one of the couches. He gestures for you to sit on the couch, and Jooheon takes his place on the cushion to your left. You're trapped, again.

Grabbing a glass, you take a sip. "You know, I'm starting to feel like prey being cornered by you two."

Changkyun raises a brow at you while finishing his sip. "Why? Do you feel trapped?" Is he in my head?

You play with the thought in your mind. "Not trapped but I feel surrounded." You all laugh a bit.

Honey adds, "does that make you uncomfortable?"

Your face heats up. He's lounging with his arm around the back of the couch gently moving his thumb over your skin near the tiny strap of your dress. You're very comfortable. In fact, you've been trying to keep yourself from being too comfortable. You're failing miserably.

You look between the pair of them. "Not uncomfortable. But I'm feeling hunted." You raise a brow at Honey.

"Ah, you think you haven't already been caught." Changkyun says tipping his glass in your direction. Taking another sip.

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Sledding

Summary: Sledding at a lodge together.

Oneshot

Fluff, Established Relationship au

Word Count: 1,668

Jooheon X Reader

Not Requested

Prompt: 7. “After sledding, do you want to have hot cocoa at the lodge?” 

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You're sitting beside Jooheon with your legs on his lap when he asks, “What if we stay at the tubing lodge and go sledding this weekend?” You grin, “That sounds fun.” He pulls your legs higher onto his lap, “Good, 'cause I already booked the tickets.” You cackle, “Joo!” He smiles, “I knew you'd like it.” You sigh but smile as you say, “You’re right, I’m excited.” You lean your head on his shoulder, “So, where is this lodge?” He smiles, “Just an hour away.” You nod, “Okay. We’ll have to pack.” He agrees, and when it starts growing later into the night, you both make your travel bags for the trip. 

He lets you control the aux on your way up. He turns up the volume as you play songs to gear you both up. Since you couldn’t check in until 3 pm, you both went to a breakfast place. You happily eat a late breakfast at a diner. He clinks your orange juices together. And he grins, “So, how many hills do you think we can sled today?” You smile, “As many as possible.” He grabs your hand to hold while you’re eating and rubs his thumb along the back of your hand. You smile as you eat another bite and squeeze his hand in yours. 

After a filling breakfast, you both get in the car, and he drives the short distance to the lodge. You grab your bags and head to the front desk. They successfully check you in and give you both keycards, telling you about the complimentary breakfast they serve. You thank them, and in the elevator, you both plan to go tomorrow morning. You both check the hotel room before putting your stuff away. You both hurry to get suited up in your scarves, two layers of coats, and snow pants. Topping it off with mittens, hats, and snow boots, you head back down the elevator into the lobby.

When you come back down, the person at the front desk goes, “Oh, I forgot to mention, we also give out four complimentary hot cocoas per day.” You both grin and nod at each other, making mental plans. But before you can voice them, you find the stand to rent your sleds at, and you say, “Hourly rate isn’t bad, a buck per hour?” He agrees, and you ask, “Three hours?” He checks his watch, “Yeah, that's fine, it’s already 5 pm.” You nod, and you hand him three dollars, which he pouts and shakes his head, crossing his arms and refusing to accept the money. He continues to pout until you put your cash away. He grins at you when you're next in line. He quickly pays for three hours before you can give the clerk your money. You roll your eyes, and you both pick out your sleds and mitten in mitten, you both climb up the first hill. 

At the top, when you’re in the line waiting patiently for your turn, he asks, “After sledding, do you want to have hot cocoa at the lodge?” You smile, “I'd love to.” When your turns come, you head down together, not racing each other, just experiencing the thrill. And you giggle as you hear his little ‘Woah’s and he giggles as he hears your gasps of excitement too. When you finish the first hill, you head to the second baby hill, arm in arm. “How many hills do you think we can make today?” He hums, “Maybe six?” You agree and wait for the kiddos in front of you to sled down with their parents before sliding down. 

When you get off the second hill, you high-five, and he goes, “Want to race on the next ones?” You grin, “You’re on.” You both rush over to the following mound. And you both get up there still linked together. Yet you both set out to beat the other down the slope. You make yourself as aerodynamic as possible as you both shout, “Go!” before speeding down the hill. While it wasn’t that tall, it was still thrilling to race your boyfriend down it. You giggle as you roll off the sled at the end, “I win!” He pouts, “This time.” You kiss away his pout, “Better?” He wrinkles his nose, “Maybe.” You kiss him again, “How about now?” He smirks, “It feels good to lose to you.” You laugh and shake your head before heading to the next slope. 

The third and fourth hills are just as fun, growing taller and taller the further you head up the mountain. Both of you high-fiving at the end of each. You couldn’t think of a better way to spend your day together. You take a water break, rehydrating yourselves before heading to the fifth slope. He holds your mitten tightly in his, “Are you excited?” You nod, but the closer you get to it, the more your stomach turns. And you can’t figure out why. But you do your best to shake it off as you begin the race to the bottom.

Maybe it was how you were sitting, but it all happens so fast and so quickly. One moment, your sled was underneath you. And then it was gone the next, and you’re rolling to a stop. You cry out immediately, “Honey!” He calls back, “You okay?” When you stop, you do your best to feel your cold appendages. You move all your fingers, feeling no snow burn. You confirm that you’re okay. It just shakes you up. He walks up the hill to you and holds his hand out to you, which you shakily take. He pulls you up and puts your sled against his underneath his other arm as he keeps you close with his other arm.

He gets you safely out of the way of other riders and to the path. He asks again, “You okay?” You sniffle, “Yeah, just a little embarrassed.” He nods, “It’s okay, it happens.” You sigh, and he lets you process it. You take a few deep breaths, absorbing that your sled left you behind. After another minute, he asks, “Would you like to try it again?” You nod, and he kisses your forehead. You both make it back up the hill instead of racing against each other again. You sled side by side down the slope. And you both successfully land at the bottom. You laugh with glee and jump up and high-five him. You collect your sled and follow him to the next hill.

“You did it!” He cheers, and so do you as you walk to the last hill. Which is the tallest on the side of the mountain you were both on. The line was long, but you were excitedly waiting your turn to sled down. You heard the cheers and laughter of people experiencing the thrill of sledding down the massive hill. You grin as you hear someone scream, “Woohoo!” He laughs, “That’s going to be us.” You giggle, “It will be.” You lean your head on his shoulder, waiting for the line to move. It takes forever before you’re both up next. You squeeze his hand, and he encourages you, “You got this. I can feel it.” You sigh, “Okay.” He kisses your cheek, and you kiss his. You both line up before laying on your boards, waiting for the last two people to clear off the bottom before kicking off. 

You giggle in glee all the way down as you successfully ride down and catch more and more speed. When you both reach the bottom, you loudly let out a “Woohoo” together before moving out of the way of the next sledders. You look at the time, “We got enough time for a medium hill four times or a big hill twice?” He goes, “Medium four, more sledding time, even if it’s a smaller thrill.” You agree, and you both rush to the third hill, where no one is sledding down. You end up making five more runs because no one else wants to choose to sled down your hill. So, you both happily sled until it's time to return your sleds. 

You return your sleds and head to the hot cocoa stand. You show them your keycards, and they hand you one each. You move out of line and head inside the lodge. You turn to him and stare at each other, finally catching your breath after the endless climbing and sledding. You were both beat. You smile as you look down at your warm cocoa. That is slowly warming your hands up through your gloves. You tentatively take a sip, worrying it will burn your tongue. You gasp as it doesn’t burn but soothes your cold bones. You look at him to see he’s experiencing the same thing and giggle. You drink your cocoas silently, taking in all the fun and cold you’ve experienced. You pout as you sip the last of it yours. You look over at him to see him expressing the same disappointment. You ask, “Second cup?” He agrees, and you both head out and get another cocoa together. 

He gets up and throws out your trash. You wait for him by the elevator. When you're both in the elevator, you quickly retire to your shared room. You get out of your winter gear, trading it for warm pajamas, and collapse onto the bed. When he lands beside you, you sigh, “It was fun.” He laughs as he agrees, “Yeah.” “I think it was easier when we were kids.” He hums, “Probably because they carried us up the hills.” You laugh, “Yeah.” You roll over to look him in the eyes, “You want to get up tomorrow and do it again?” He nods, “I’d love to.” He kisses your forehead before opening his arms for you to curl into him. You do and lay your head against his chest. His heartbeat soothes you to sleep, and you dream of your fun sledding adventures together.

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Take my Picture~ Jooheon 1

Pairing- Jooheon x Named Reader

Word count- 2k

Includes- oral, pussy eating, cum eating, teasing, missionary, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Couple for this series is from Unbreak My Heart

Jooheon POV

I finish up my solo part of the concert, my eyes moving to my girlfriend right in the front row

She knew I was doing solo songs and she wanted to watch me on stage instead of on the backstage monitors

Well is she in for a surprise

Reaching up, I pull the neckline of my tank top, ripping it down the middle, toss the shreds of it to the side

Screaming ensues from the fans but my eyes are on her

She's adorable with her mouth open, complete shock in her eyes

I see her mouth "fuck", making me smirk

Just the reaction I wanted

I tilt my head in the direction of backstage and she nods

Walking off the stage, I hurry to the dressing room where the guards are going to bring her

"Joo", she squeals as soon as she's in the room

I immediately go to her, grabbing her arm and leading her out of the room, right into another

Closing the door, I push her against it, kissing her hard

Her arms fly around my neck, her tongue in my mouth, both of us moaning

Fuck, I want her so bad

I always do

But just seeing her in the crowd, knowing she's watching me, god it turned me on, made me so hard

I press against her, rubbing my cock against her clothed pussy

"Fuck Joo", she moans, her lips moving to my neck, her hands moving around me, touching my back

Her kisses trail down to my chest, her hands following on my back, her fingers leaving fire on my skin

I watch her go down, kissing my abs then all over my new tattoo

"God Joo", she says as she peppers kisses all over me, "That shirt ripping thing was so fucking hot"

"I...I did it for you baby. Because you were watching"

"I'm glad you did baby", she whimpers

"I need you", I tell her

"But the concert-"

"Changkyun's gonna perform then Kihyun. I have time", I answer

Taking her hand I lead her away from the door

Sitting on the couch, I pull her on my lap so she's straddling me and I kiss her, touching her body all over

She kisses me back fiercely, her hands in my hair pulling

I need her fucking right now

Pulling her shirt over her head I see the lacy red bra she has on that barely covers her huge tits

"It's just for you Joo. It's new", she whispers in my ear and I get more turned on

She leans to me, her lips against my neck, pressing kisses all over, her hands squeezing my biceps

"Fuck Joo, you're so beautiful", she says

Sometimes I still can't believe she says things like this about me

I can't believe she looks at me like I'm the hottest thing in the world

I pull the front of her bra down so her nipple pops out, wrapping my lips around it and use my tongue to lick it and suck on it

Her reaction is intense

She shivers, her back arching and she's moaning loudly

As I suck on her, I undo her bra, throwing it across the room and pinching her other nipple

She moans, rubbing her clothed cunt against me, my cock hard in my jeans

"Take the rest of your clothes off ", I tell her

She stands stripping her jeans as I get mine and my boxers off too

Looking up, I gape at the matching red lace panties that barely cover anything

And anything that is covered I can still see because the panties are see through

Fuck me

She has this on for me

"Come here. Now", I growl

As sexy as it is, I rip it off her when she gets to me, the tearing sound so satisfying

God, I want her pussy in my mouth

Kneeling down, I open her legs and she's so wet, it's running down her thighs

I do this to her and it makes me smirk

"Baby's so wet already"

"Joo", she whines

"Shh baby, I'm gonna eat your cunt so fucking good"

I bury my tongue in her pussy, her scream so fucking pretty

She moans louder as I keep licking her and I know she's getting ready

Then I do what I know she's not gonna like

I stop

"Wha..wha?", she demands

I kiss her inner thigh as I say, "You can't cum yet baby. That's so fast. You have to wait a little"

"Seriously?", she groans

"Yeah but just think at how much better it'll be when you do.", I say smirking

"Jooheon-", she starts but I cut her off by sucking on her clit and she moans, her knees buckling

Holding her up, I start to work her up again, her juice all over my face and running down my neck, but again right before she orgasms, I stop

"Lee, Jooheon!", she yells

"Come on baby, it's fun to tease"

"For who?", she whines

I'm not doing this just for her

I know that when she finally goes, she's gonna cum so much and I want it all

I love the taste of her cum and I want as much as I can get

I tease her again, licking until she's ready then stop

She whines

I stare at her pussy and honestly I'm drooling

She's so wet and her clit is so swollen from me sucking on it and not letting her cum

I flick her clit with my tongue

"Do you want it?", I ask

"Yes!", she cries

"Look at me", I say, then flick her again

She looks down at me

"You like seeing my tongue on you?", I ask flicking her again

She nods

"You like seeing me lick your clit, like this?"

Then I lick her again

She moans and nods

"What about when I suck on it like this. You like that?"

Sucking her into my mouth, I suck hard and fast

"Yes Joo, yes! I love it. Your tongue.. you're mouth....god...it's amazing. It feels so good"

"Does my girl want to cum?", I ask

"Yes! Yes, please yes!", she yells

"Where do you want to cum? Tell me and I'll let you"

"In your mouth, on your tongue Joo!", she begs

"Ok baby. But I want you to cum hard for me ok?"

"Yes! Yes!", she screams

I latch on to her clit and lick her as fast as I can

Almost immediately she cums, all over my tongue, screaming my name

I move back for a second and see her cum slide down her leg

I lick it off her then stick my tongue inside her pussy

Immediately her pussy pulls and clenches my tongue and I moan from the taste and pleasure

I fuck my tongue in her throbbing hole a few times before she cums again, this time coating my tongue and it tastes fucking incredible

Guess I teased her too much

Standing up, I maneuver her and gently push her on the couch

I want to be in her

Now

"Gonna fuck you", I whisper and she nods, pulling me on top of her

Crashing my lips to hers, I grab her hips and pull her towards me, thrusting inside when my cock touches her pussy

Instantly my cock is drenched with her wetness and I pound into her tight wet cunt hard

Fast

Right into her spot that I can now find in a second

"Baby, you feel so good", she moans

She feels so amazing, so tight, so warm and so very wet, opening perfectly around me

Pleasure runs over me as she tightens on my cock making it so tight to move into and I thrust in harder

"Fuck, I love your pussy baby", I tell her, kissing her pretty neck, soft moans coming from her, "Cum for me baby"

She's close, just a few more thrusts

"Jooheon! Oh god", she cries, coming on my cock, the pleasure so fucking good

"Yes baby, good girl", I groan, fucking her through her orgasm

When she finishes she pushes me back, "Wanna ride you"

"Yeah baby"

I'll never turn down her riding me

Never

Climbing on me, she holds my cock up and immediately bottoms me out in one stroke both of us yelling in bliss

"Oh god baby", I moan, feeling her cunt throbbing hard

Immediately she leans back and starts moving, bouncing on me

I watch, mesmerized, as she goes all the way to the tip of my cock, then slowly slides down, clenching me, her legs spreading wider and wider the lower she goes

Then she hits the bottom, all of my length, then starts to slide back up and doing it all over again

It feels incredible

I keep watching her move, watching sweat run down her body and just feeling everything she's doing to me

"I love you Joo", she moans, softly

"I love you Jo", I answer back and she smiles as she moves on me

Stunning

She's stunning and I Iove her so much

She slides down my shaft again, all the way to the bottom, hitting her spot making her cry out loud, her head tilting back, her eyes closed

God I love watching her

This next time she comes down, I move my hips up, meeting her, hitting right where she wants it

"Yes Joo, again baby", she whimper

"Anything for you baby", I whisper

We keep moving together, a little harder every time the pleasure so fucking intense

I feel myself getting closer and I know she is too

"Gonna cum Joo?", she asks, smirking

I nod, "You are too. I know my pussy and my pussy is almost there"

"Yes baby"

"Good girl. Make me cum jagi", I demand

Her hands move to my abs, right on top of my tattoo, both of us fucking the life from each other

Her cunt squeezes the life from my cock, screaming my name as she cums, "Jooheon!"

As soon as she orgasms, I do, ecstasy blinding me as I empty inside her, "Baby, fuck, baby"

She keeps riding me until we both finish, then her bouncing slows down

I sit up on my elbow, my other arm wrapping around her, pulling her to me

She buries her face in my neck as I lay down, holding her in my arms

"I love you so much aegi", I tell her

I have never loved anything as much as I love her

I'm so fucking happy that she finally noticed me and she came to me on her own to tell me how she feels

She loves me

I was so scared to believe it, even after she kept telling me but she showed me every day since we've been together that she does love me as much as she says she does

She's all I need

"I love you baby", she says softly, cuddling into me

I want to stay here forever but I can't

I have to finish the concert

"Aegi", I start as she lifts her head, nodding

She presses a soft kiss to my lips, then gets up, taking my hand and pulling me up

"I'm letting you go to your fans now but tonight you're all mine", she says

I nod, "Always jagi. Always"

She nods, picking up my boxers and pants, handing it to me

After we get dressed, I pull her to me in another kiss

I know as soon as we leave, I'm going to be ushered into make up, hair and the next performance outfit

I just want to kiss her before that

She kisses me too and I can feel her love in it

I let it wash over me, filling me, and I hope she can feel mine

When the kiss is over, she smiles, "I love you"

"I love you Jo. So much

Taking my hand, she leads me out of the room so I can finish the concert, take her home and cuddle her all night

[flowered-mp3]

incognito - lee jooheon

pairing: undercover spy jooheon + undercover spy female reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, spy, secret operations, gambler au

word count: 2.4k+

warnings: suggestive sexual content, cursing, gun mentions

summary: they never should’ve paired you up with your husband for a recon mission.

rating: 16+

author’s note: happy belated birthday, jooheon <3 i know that you guys have been waiting a while for this one, so sorry that it’s shorter than normal! life has just been alot lately... also if you’re not familiar, i wrote a gambler au for kihyun that did really well, so i wanted to write one for joo. i hope u guys like it <3

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[library] [monsta x library]

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“Testing, testing,” you whisper into your earpiece as you adjust it, disguising the action by fidgeting with your earring. 

“Ready to go, love?” you hear your husband’s voice in your ear, and the crisp sound quality makes it seem that he’s actually beside you, whispering in that low voice that he has.

“Ready,” you answer softly, smoothing down the bodice of your dress to flatten the wrinkles. Bomi had to practically sew you into this royal blue number that she chose for you, citing the way that the colour compliments your skin tone. That, and the fact that Jooheon would love it on you.

You’re not sure if that level of distraction is in the best interest of the mission, but you are supposed to be a married couple.

The only difference is that you two have to act like the normal rich-and-wealthy kind, not the secret-spy-partner kind. 

“Honey?” you say as you slowly open up the bedroom door, revealing yourself to him in the suite living room. He turns around immediately, ears seemingly piquing at the sound of your voice. Then, he smiles wide, his devastatingly endearing dimples making an appearance on his cheeks.

“Remember, this is just a recon mission,” you remind him, ignoring the way that his eyes trace the lines of your body. “So, no rash decisions. Do not make a scene. Do not expose yourself. And more importantly,” you pause, your body betraying you once you take note of the way that he’s styled his hair, neatly coiffed away from his forehead in a charming swoop, “No contact with the target.”

Unable to help yourself, you place your palm against his chest, sliding it down the fabric of his pressed suit. You immediately recognize the contours of his leather gun harness strapped to his chest, even through the double-breasted blazer. Leaning in, you press a chaste, fleeting kiss against his lips. You know that the contact isn’t enough for him, but you pull away anyway, hoping that the slight tease will keep him going for the next four hours.

“Understand?” you breathe against his lips, allowing yourself to let out a little gasp when his arm wraps around the small of your waist. He tugs you toward him; just barely, as if meeting your tease with a little goading of his own.

“Yes, love,” he agrees darkly, tucking his head into your neck before settling his mouth against the side of your neck, heartbeat pulsing against his lips.

“No distractions,” you remind him, but it’s more of a reminder for yourself. There are four hours to go and you’re already succumbing to his touch, knees weak and eyes half-lidded.

“No distractions,” he nods before reluctantly moving his lips from your neck. Then, he offers his arm, allowing you to loop your arm through it.

Without another word, he uses his free hand to pull the hotel room door open, guiding you through and into the empty hallway. For a fancy, five-star hotel, the hallway is pretty dimly lit, the white wainscotting illuminated only by the golden glow of the wall scones. 

You both lift your free hands to press against your earpieces, waiting for a click to allow Agent 1122’s voice to trickle through it. It’s completed in a single, synchronized movement that could only result from years of being in each other’s presence.

“Agent 514 and 106, do you copy?”

“Agent 514, I do copy,” you whisper.

“Agent 106, I do copy,” your husband whispers right after.

“Perfect. I have eyes on the target in Ballroom C. His campaign manager hasn’t left his side in 30 minutes, so that may pose a problem when maintaining distance between yourself and the target. He’s currently stuffing his face in crab cakes and foie gras,” Agent 1122 confirms, and you giggle during his pause, probably a result of him gathering more information. Then, he elaborates, “The target is wearing a navy velvet suit, drowning in his third glass of champagne, and harassing a waitress in front of his wife.”

“Sounds like a piece of shit,” you seethe quietly, and your husband squeezes his arm as he detects your anger.

“Remember,” he says after stepping into the elevator and pressing the button to the correct floor, tone soft. You recognize it as him attempting to calm you. 

“No contact with the target,” he repeats, and you nod, taking a deep breath before the elevator opens up to reveal the exact ballroom that the target is currently residing in.

“No contact with the target.”

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Your husband is getting angry.

You can just tell by the way that his fingers are beginning to dig into your hip as the target’s manager refuses to stop talking to you, ignoring him; your husband, in favour of your breasts. 

“Mrs. Kang, Mr. Tanaka would greatly benefit from a donation to his campaign,” they suggest, leaning much too close to your face for comfort, “And I’m sure that your management of Mrs. Kim’s coffers would make a sizable donation feasible. Your monetary help would be greatly appreciated.”

You smile, replying with a standard response that you prepared beforehand.

“I would have to speak to Mrs. Kim and her wife about the monetary support, but please know that they are both waiting to announce their allegiances to the press. Please be patient, as I do not have autonomous control over their finances. I merely manage them.”

He frowns through a smile, slimy and deceitful. Not only are they profiting from the sale of black market goods and embezzling donations, but they are also coaxing leaders within the financial sector to donate undisclosed amounts of money. Cleverly, if you allow yourself to give them a small, minute compliment,  by bypassing the figures and going to their managers directly.

This is a vital piece of information that surely makes this mission worth the trouble. The only question left unanswered is where they’re selling those forbidden products; priceless artifacts stolen from their home countries, jewelry made with blood diamonds, human and animal remains that are disguised as fucked up trophies, anything that will fetch a pretty penny. Many people in positions of power and possessions of immense wealth are gathered here, but not just anyone can walk into a random store to buy black market goods. 

So, you’re able to deduce that there’s an auction somewhere in this place, and you need to find out where. The only issue is that the location isn’t written anywhere. In fact, it’s never written down, and it’s up to the invited to remember from the word of mouth.

How unfortunate it is that the real Mr. and Mrs. Kang are somewhere in the Virgin Islands, enjoying a so-called vacation that they supposedly won at a blind auction.

You suggested scaring them into spilling the auction location to Agent 1122, but it’s better that they remain oblivious to the fact that their identities have been essentially stolen for a night. 

A pair of ignorant fools, those two must be. You would almost feel bad if it wasn’t for the fact that they’re secretly embezzling money as well.

However, you’re beginning to worry that the mission may be jeopardized by your husband beside you. He’s smiling from the corner of your eye, but the eyebrow twitch makes it very apparent that he’s angry. Fuming, perhaps. 

Well, he’s always been the overreacting, pouty type when pushed too far.

So, you attempt to calm him down by crossing your arm against your navel and squeezing the hand that rests on your hip.

Do not make a scene, you hope to portray through your touch, leaning against the side of his body to emphasize your point. His posture is stiff and his jaw is tight. But luckily, his body softens upon the squeeze of your hand. The movement is minute; barely noticeable to the public, untrained eye, but you’ve known him for long enough; worked with him in the field for long enough, to recognize his tics and mannerisms.  

“Apologies, Sir,” your husband interrupts the campaign manager during his little tirade, surely mustering all the effort in the world to sound pleasant and unannoyed, “But my wife and I have previous arrangements with other candidates tonight. We will keep in touch.”

“Mr. Kang,” they say, almost chasing after your husband in the midst of leaving with you, “I implore you to reconsider.”

“Sorry, but we are in the middle of weighing out the pros and cons with the Kim’s. I believe-”

“What will it take for you to support Mr. Tanaka’s campaign?”

You pause, seeing the opening in the darkness, the light at the end of the tunnel. 

An opportunity.

“Exclusivity,” you answer after stepping forward, voice confident, “It seems to me that you’ve been offering the same thing to every single person with money in this room. Offer me something different; something that only we can have.”

Agent 1122 is spitting in your ear at this point, scolding you for going off script. But you ignore it in favour of the target’s manager stopping in his tracks. His brows begin to furrow as if attempting to decipher your words. Then, his eyebrows raise; just barely, and it’s enough for you to collect that he’s taking the bait.

“What do you want?” he asks cautiously.

You lean in, pushing your bosom forward to brush it against his chest, pleasing him and pissing off your husband at the same time.

“The 17th-century French pearl and diamond choker. I want it in my hand for three million,” you demand, and his eyes widen. Your husband is probably shitting himself too; this wasn’t exactly planned, but you saw the opportunity and you’re not going to waste it.

You didn’t become one of the best by playing it safe.

“That piece is worth ten million. You’re seven million under the starting bid!” the manager exclaims incredulously. Your mind starts to swim with possible counters, possible ways of explaining your rationale but luckily, your husband is there to pick it up.

“Perhaps. But with our support, you’ll be making much more than seven million. Do this for us, and we’ll get you the Kim’s.”

You look to your side, and your husband's eyes are practically sparkling with dark mischief when he realizes that your risky decision has paid off.

“Fine,” the campaign manager agrees reluctantly, pausing to reach into his pocket. Their action causes an instant response, trained and drilled into your muscle. Your hand flexes and your heartrate spikes. The weight of the dagger strapped to your thigh seems to increase, and you’re suddenly very much aware of the direction that this conversation might take. 

Your husband seems to react the exact same way, judging by the manner in which his hands also drift underneath the hem of his double breasted blazer. His grip on your weight loosens, and you immediately gather that he’s allowing you the chance to dodge the resulting violence

Luckily, your nerves are soothed when the manager lifts a small metal ring out of his pocket, dropping it into your outstretched hand.

“Present this to me a quarter after nine, infront of the Orchid Hall,” they instruct, and you don’t even have a chance to exchange pleasantries before your husband whisks you away, pushing on the base of your back without a single word.

“514, what the fuck was that? And 106? Control yourself, or 618 is going to have a word with you,” Agent 1122 says, the strong reminder only serving to exacerbate your husband’s temper. 

“Firstly, get off my wife because she’s a genius and it worked. Secondly, kiss my ass,” he responds lowly, and you’re surprised to hear Agent 126’s throaty chuckle through the earpiece.

“Don’t rile him up, 1122. You know how he gets around 514. Who’s also his wife now, apparently? Thanks for the wedding invite, assholes.”

You scoff internally, unapologetic. 

“Who approved of this mission pairing, anyway? 106 is clearly distracted,” Agent 1122 scolds through your earpiece, just as your husband makes sizzling eye contact with you. You’d think that he would ease Agent 1122’s anxiety by remaining silent but instead, he answers with such confidence that your spine straightens dramatically, “It’s not my fault that my partner is fucking hot.”

“Honey!” you exclaim, inadvertently catching the attention of a couple of people around you. Luckily, you’ve adjusted your tone in such a way that makes it seem like you’re just having an argument with your husband. 

This is true, to a certain extent.

Your partner needs to cool the fuck down, so you pull him aside without catching attention, grabbing various canapes and a flute of champagne on the way. You decide on a secluded, unoccupied hallway just outside of the ballroom, very dimly lit. There’s no way that anyone would be able to make you two out without a flashlight.

“Calm the fuck down,” you warn softly, grabbing the front of his button-up with more force than you initially intended. You can’t help it though; your husband always manages to bring an elevated level of fierceness to you. 

To a certain extent, you’re bracing yourself for some colourful, choice words from him. His shoulders are tense and his jaw has been clenched for the entire damn evening… 

Surely, he’s ready to burst.

But instead, he pulls you in for a peck on your cheek, soft and tender, fingers splayed across the base of your back. Your breath hitches, eyelids fluttering closed when you feel his lips against your neck.

“What are you doing?” you whisper, trying to sound unaffected but fuck, he always seems to make you unravel, even on the job.

“You, hopefully," he nearly growls, voice unrecognizable through his simmering want, "After we finish this job and I rip this pretty dress off of you and-”

“Oh, for fucks sake,” a new voice, probably Agent 113 interrupts your husband’s filthy little speech, unimpressed and annoyed.

“Be right back, bleaching my ears right fucking now,” Agent 126 lets out, and you could crumble under the embarrassment, "You two are practically my parents. I cannot be hearing this shit right now."

Your husband sighs in exasperation, pressing his forehead against yours. You’re not able to make much out in this darkness, but you can only imagine the way that he’s looking at you right now. 

“We’ll continue this later, without an audience,” he says, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. He gives you the softest peck against your skin before pulling away and taking your hand, leaning you both out of the dark hallway and into the light.

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[kpopimaginings]

Hello beautiful,

Can jooheon kiss us goodbye please

Hello, you wonderful human. I’m still amused that you just created yourself more work by getting me to write about Monsta X! Enjoy!!

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Kiss #9 - Goodbye Kiss - Joohoney (Jooheon)

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Getting an actual date out with Jooheon was a bit of a miracle. He was great at making time for you, but it was normally just you going to see him at dorms or hang out at rehearsals to steal quick hugs or kisses between dances.

Tonight was one of the rare nights you were both free and he had thoroughly spoilt you. He hadn't let you take your purse out once, as well as turning up with gifts and a bouquet for you. As much you protested, he assured you he wanted to do this, to roll in all the dates you couldn't have because of his schedule into one evening.

"You know, just spending time with you is enough," you said as he walked you to your door after the date.

"But you deserve so much more of my time and I hate that I can't give it to you," he told you. "Spoiling you makes my guilty conscience feel a bit better."

"Well, I guess I shouldn't complain, I've loved it."

"Good," he whispered, leaning in and connecting your lips.

The kiss was gentle and full of love, and all too soon he was pulling away.

"I don't want the night to be over," you pouted.

"I know, me neither," Jooheon agreed. "We'll do it again."

"I'm so lucky to have you," you smiled, giving him another quick kiss.

"I'm lucky you put up with stupid idol schedules," he replied.

You kissed him again.

"You're worth it," you smiled.

Taking your face in his hands, Jooheon kissed you one more time, lingering slightly longer this time.

"I love you," he said, pulling away. "I'll see you again soon."

"I love you too," you replied, still smiling. "Good night."

You unlocked your door before turning to look at him one last time. With a smile and a wave, he finally walked away as you crossed your threshold.

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Pairing: Lee Jooheon / Gender Neutral Reader

Genre(s)/Au(s): Fluff, Romance, Humor, Established Relationship, Slice of Life

WC: 1.2k

A/N: The following work was commissioned from me by @jacksons-goddess-gaia ! Thank you so much for your support lovely, I appreciate it!

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“Honey! Look!” 

Jooheon lifts his head, watching as you come barreling down the hall. He watches as your socks slide over the hardwood floor. He reached out and caught you, pulling you against him to safety before blinking down at you. 

“Um...you alright? What happened?” 

“It’s snowing!” 

Instantly, he looks just as excited as you do, standing up and heading to the window. 

As he was working, the neighborhood began to disappear under a blanket of snow. You squeeze in beside him to look out of the window, smiling from ear to ear. 

It hadn’t snowed in a while, and you’d been hoping this winter would come baring some snow to play in. The weather reminded you of home, made you think of your family and friends from your childhood. 

Jooheon watched the way your eyes twinkled and smiled himself. 

“Give it like two more hours. Let’s go play in the snow then. It's about time we take a break, anyway.” He kisses your cheek and moved down the hall to find where he’d stored away your snow duck maker.

As he did that, you rummage through your kitchen, looking for two thermoses and both you and Jooheon’s favorite hot chocolate mix. Once you locate both, you go to your room, finding Jooheon’s behind up in the air as he shuffled around your crafting bin. 

You give it a small pat as you walk by, heading into the closet to grab your winter coat and gloves, pulling out a large box containing your winter boots. 

“Aha! I got it!” Jooheon held up two matching plastic snow duck shapers, his dimples popping from the smile stretched across his face. You laugh and take them from his hands. 

“I believed in you~ Go ahead and get dressed. I’ll make the Monbebe Cocoa with the marshmallows the closer it gets to snow time.” You tell him, taking your winter boots out and leaving them by the door. 

A red and black thermos sit beside one another on the counter, the scent of cocoa filling the kitchen. Arms wrap around your waist as you add the marshmallows, and Jooheon sniffs lightly. 

“Did you add a vanilla shot?”

“And a bit of caramel.” 

“What would I do without you?” Jooheon laments, holding the cup and sipping eagerly with a dramatic ‘ah’ following soon after. You watch him, holding the thermos in your own hands. 

“Have terrible taste in cocoa?”

He nearly snorts and spills his cocoa, laughing as he wipes his lips, closing the top to his cocoa. 

“You’re trying to kill me, I knew it!” 

You laugh and close your as well, heading to the door with a shine in your eyes as the two of you get ready to head outside. Jooheon opens the door once you finish lacing your boots and the two of you run outside, the chill immediately contrasting the warmth from wince you came. 

You find him disappearing from your side as he plops down on his back, making a large snow angel as you set your thermos on the porch, scooping up some fresh snow in your snow duck maker. 

“Honey, where should I put them?” you look around and Jooheon points to the top of your stone fence. 

With heavy, grandiose footsteps, you march through the snow, taking your duck with you. You pat the top of the snow on the fence, flattening it. Afterwards, you place the first duck on the fence, adjusting it so it wouldn’t fall off when the wind began to blow. 

Jooheon makes his way to you, decorating the area around the ducks with snow carefully. When the two of you step away and admire your creation, you can't help the laugh that comes from your lips. 

“Seven ducks. They look like a kpop group. Should we put some leaves on their heads for hair?” You inquire. Jooheon steps out of your gate and jogs down the street, his boots crunching against the pavement as he grabs a few different leaves from trees dotted along the sidewalk and from branches sticking over your neighbor’s own fences. 

In the distance, you can hear the laughter of children as Jooheon comes back, angling the leaves and small sticks so they look like various hairstyles and hats. 

Stepping back again, the two of you laugh at the sight of your glamorous ducks. 

“Much better.” You give him a kiss of approval before wandering to a different part of the yard, a determined look in your eyes. Jooheon tilted his head as he locked the gate back. 

“Whatcha doin?”

“I wanna make a snowman.” 

Jooheon hums. 

“How many layers?” 

You smile and grab a weakened branch from a tree you had in your yard. 

“Three.” 

Jooheon immediately begins rolling the bottom of your new friend, starting small and waddling around the yard until it steadily got bigger in size. You do the same for the middle, leaving the stick somewhere easy to find as you wait for Jooheon to settle on his size.

He rolls the snowman’s bottom to settle beside your porch, easily viewable from the living room window. You come beside him and place the stick in the middle of the snowman to get some support for the next part of the body. Jooheon lifts the torso with you and slowly pushes it down on the stick, screaming in terror when he saw it break down the middle. 

“Hurry hurry get more snow!” You scream back, though there’s laughter laced into it, making the message almost unintelligible. Jooheon runs and grabs more snow, packing it on thick and smoothing down the areas that had started to crack. You do the same once you’re sure your side is secure and after a few frantic minutes of snow packing and circular motions, the torso is successfully settled on. 

Jooheon takes a sip of his cocoa as you settle the head on the snowman, smiling as you look at your naked snow friend. Jooheon comes back and puts a hand on his hips. 

“He’s got no pants.” 

“He’s a snowman. They usually don’t have pants.” 

“.....Give him a jacket, he’ll get cold.” 

You look at him incredulously and even he can’t keep the faux serious look on his face, laughing in unison with you as you take a break to drink your own cocoa. Jooheon disappears inside to grab some things and you watch as he comes out with some clothes both of you had worn out. 

Your snowman now sat with a smiling face, the smile and nose being made from a plastic banana and carrot respectively, left behind by Jooheon’s niece on one of her overseas visits. The eyes were mis matched halves of a compact mirror you had broken recently, and a rabbit hat with long paws covered the head. 

A knitted sweater with round, bear-like characters decorated on it was wrapped around your snow man’s neck and a small flannel was around his (nonexistent) shoulders. 

You both admire the snowman and you gently nudge him. 

“What are you gonna name him?” You inquire. Jooheon thinks for all of two seconds before smiling. 

“Michael Jackson.” 

The sound of confused laughter echoed through the neighborhood, joining the chorus of other happy voices uplifted all around the town being slowly covered in a blanket of glimmering snow.

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