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.
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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order 012, @thelilyshope: small honey milk tea with mango jelly for astro's MJ
Warnings: some angst
Pairing: boyfriend!MJ x gender neutral reader
[self-honesty]
to be honest to oneself.
[a/n]: i'm sorry this fic is almost oddly specific and VERY short but a loved one kind of betrayed me recently and i basically wrote this fic for myself as much as i did for Hunter T.T also i feel like this gif is MJ saying 'good job!' to you heh
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When MJ finds you spacing out after he tries to show you a video of some fluffy ducklings crossing the street, he sighs and puts his phone down.
"Babe, what's up? Why are you so out of it today?" he asks you, taking your hands in his to catch your attention.
You finally meet his gaze and he smiles at you softly, taking some of the tension out of you.
"It isn't just today... MJ it's been a week since someone close to me deeply hurt me and I've just been feeling kind of numb."
"A whole week?! And you didn't tell me, your boyfriend, this?"
"I'm sorry, MJ. I've been trying to process it for myself so it's been hard to even tell anyone."
MJ smiles at you again, melting the cold edges of your heart.
"I knowww. It must have been hard for you to tell me all of that just now, so thank you."
You smile back at him.
"Well, I'm sorry to say this, but screw that person! I know they were close to you, but what they did was not cool. Hopefully in time you can both try to talk it over. But for now, let me just be by your side," MJ says, pulling you onto his lap as he tightly wraps his arms around you, burying his head into the space above your left shoulder blade.
He presses his cheek against your skin and holds you close, feeling you melt into his arms as you close his eyes and breathe slowly, in, out.
MJ's gentle humming makes your eyelids grow heavy, and he lets you lean your head back against his chest, your back resting on his soft tummy. He carefully rubs your arms, helping you to relax all your muscles so you can more easily fall asleep.
"[y/n], I know it must be hard to accept that someone has hurt you, especially when they're so close to you. But the most important thing is being honest to yourself about all this, and the fact that you were able to tell me that you were betrayed is the first sign of this, so I'm proud of you. As always, I'm super proud of you," MJ mumbles into your hair as you drift off to sleep.
a/n Y’ALL MYUNGJUN GIVES OFF GOOFY BESTIE ENERGY BUT HE’S EQUALLY A HOT MOTHERFUCKER SO I HOPE YOU GET SOME MMM GRR BARK BARK FEELINGS FROM THIS LIKE I DID
{request: Hii! I hope you are well! :) I was wondering if you could do a Scenario about the reader and Mj from astro smut like the reader just wants attention but Mj is just too* busy* but when he finally gives in, he's kinda pissed off because you're being a brat and he's kinda harsh when you know...but at the end he is super sweet and makes sure the reader is okay. Idk if it makes sense but yea. Thank you 💕💕}
→ pairing: bf!myungjun x fem!reader
→ genre: smut, fluff at the end
→ warnings: this is basically a pwp like i just got right into it mm, choking, spanking, reader calls myungjun sir !!!, slight degradation, unprotected sex (cover your stump before you hump kiddies), rimming??? anal fingering??, semi-public?? sex?? practice room sex, mirror sex
→ word count: 1.7k
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Your POV
You stared at your boyfriend with a pout, sitting at one end of the practice room with your arms crossed and legs hot. You’ve been wet for the better part of an hour now, wanting nothing more than for your boyfriend to finish his extra dance practice so that he could fuck you senseless in the comfort of your home.
To be fair, you sorta knew what you were getting into. Watching Myungjun dance always somehow turned you on, he just looked so sexy when he was focusing, especially when he brushed his sweat-filled hair back to get a clearer look of his movement in the mirror.
But you promised him you would behave. He needed to get this new routine down and he didn’t want any distractions from you while he was in the zone.
“Junie, how much longer?” You whined as he took a little breather, resting his hands on his knees. He panted, giving you a smile as he stood to stretch, “Almost done bub, promise. You only have to hold out for a little bit longer.”
He knew that you were aroused, you always were when you watched him practice. Believe him, he would much rather be in bed with you right now, but that was for after he finished this practice.
You leaned back against the chair with a sigh, pursing your lips together as he played the music once again, starting over with the routine from the beginning. Good things come to those who wait, but unfortunately for you, you hated waiting, especially when you were so turned on you could die.
Ten minutes turned into twenty, which turned into thirty, and by the hour mark, you couldn’t just sit still anymore. Myungjun was still practicing, completely forgetting about you and the passing time as he poured his all into the routine.
Subtly, you inched your way closer, Myungjun noticing your movement immediately in the corner of his eyes. “What are you doing?”
“I’ve been sitting for almost three hours, just wanted to move my legs for a bit.” You answered simply, hands behind your back. “Carry on.”
“I’m almost done,” He reminded you, to which you nodded passively. “Bub, are you upset?”
“No,” You shook your head, “I mean, you said you were almost done an hour ago, but it’s fine.”
“Bub,” Myungjun sighed, approaching you, taking your hands in his, “I’m sorry, but I need to ace this routine by tomorrow. I appreciate you waiting patiently for me bub, I really do.”
“You’ve been working hard until now, I think you deserve a little break.” You said encircling your arms around his neck. He chuckled, hands finding your hips as he kissed you quickly on the lips. “My break will be when we’re back home.”
He tapped you lightly asking you to let go, but you weren’t going to give in easily now that he was in your vicinity. You tightened your hold around his neck, lips moving along his jaw as you pressed your front to his. “y/n.”
“Take a little break, Junie.” You whispered between kisses, not minding the salty taste of his sweat as you began to suck on his neck. Myungjun bit the inside of his cheek, the feeling of your lips on his skin stirring some movement in his pants. He released a breathy sigh, letting himself indulge in your actions for a bit.
In a sudden, you pulled away, sneaking a hand down to give the front of his pants a squeeze before you turned your back to him, walking to the side and taking a seat against the mirrors. Your boyfriend gave you a baffled look, “Carry on with your practice, Junie.”
You smiled innocently at him, a teasing lilt in your voice as you noticed the growing hardness in his pants. Myungjun returned to his dance practice, but you knew it would only be a matter of minutes until he gave in, once he grew hard, his restrain practically disappeared. Your next actions were planned out strategically, your eye contact never straying from his as you spread your legs unashamed, hands resting at the base of your inner things.
Just as you expected, Myungjun only lasted one more run through before he stomped up to you, pulling you up roughly and pressing you against the mirrors. You squeaked in excitement as he stared at you intensely, leaning in until your foreheads were touching. “That was a dirty move, princess. I can’t focus now because of you.”
Instead of responding, you connected your lips in a searing kiss, your hands immediately slipping under his shirt to feel the expanse of his skin. Myungjun held you tightly against the mirrors as he ground his hips into yours, making you feel the outline of his bulge with every movement. You keened, moaning into his mouth as your nails scratched against his abdomen. “Can we go now?”
“No,” He said gruffly, his hand slithering up your body and wrapping around your throat, his fingers pressing into the sides of your neck. “You just couldn’t wait a little bit longer so I’m going to fuck you here right now.”
You whined as he flipped your body around, your cheek pushed against the mirror as Myungjun hastily pulled your leggings down, your ass bared out in the open of the practice room. You braced yourself, palms on the mirror to hold your weight as he delivered a harsh smack to your bottom, the sound ringing loud and clear.
Your body jolted with every spank, eyes shut tightly as the sting quickly morphed into pleasure. Myungjun groped your ass firmly, cursing at the red imprints that his hands made after every strike. Your cunt was absolutely soaked, your slick trailing down the inside of your thighs. This, of course, didn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend, the male cupping your heat as he spread your legs further apart. “Shit princess, you’re dripping on the floor. You wanna get fucked that bad?”
“Yes sir.” You panted, jutting your ass back in desperation, “Please fuck me.”
Not letting another second go to waste, Myungjun pulled down his pants to let it pool around his ankles, lining his tip up with your entrance. He ran his length up and down your folds only once before pushing in, letting out a groan as your walls enveloped his cock. You screamed as Myungjun immediately thrusted at a merciless pace, not allowing you any time to adjust to size, not that you really needed it anyway.
Your hands balled into fists, focusing on Myungjun and Myungjun only. The sounds heard in the practice room were obscene, the skin of his pelvis slapping against your ass bouncing on the walls.
You didn’t even bother to mask your moans, too lost in the pleasure of Myungjun’s cock fucking you against the mirrors. At a particular hard thrust, your legs suddenly caved in, causing his length to slip out as you dropped onto the floor.
Without giving you a moment to breathe, he swiftly got onto his knees and entered you again, this position giving him more leverage as his thrusts were more precisely aimed, battering the deepest parts of your cunt.
You moaned as Myungjun spread your cheeks open, his thumb probing at your second entrance. Immediately, you clenched the hole, ears ringing as he let his spit dribble onto the cleavage of your ass, using it as lubrication before he pressed his thumb into your tight hole.
Your mouth opened in pleasure, panting as your muscles adjusted to his thumb, the added intrusion only making your walls tighten around his cock. God, you felt so full.
Myungjun started fingering your ass in time with his thrusts, cursing as you moaned his name like a mantra. His free hand harshly pulled at your hair, your neck straining as he forced you to look up at the mirror.
Your cheeks flushed at the sight, your clothing disheveled as Myungjun pounded into you from behind, sweat covering his face in a light glowy sheen.
“You like this, princess? You like getting fucked where anyone can walk in and see how much of a filthy slut you are?”
“Yes,” You groaned, throat raw from all your screaming, eyes threatening to close from Myungjun’s intimidating stare.
“Yes what?” He gritted his teeth, letting go of your hair as he delivered another spank to your ass. Your head fell forward, leaning on your elbows as you responded to him. “Yes sir.”
“That’s right, princess.” He said lowly, keeping his thumb plugged in your ass hole as he started ramming into your cunt. His pace was bruising, the two of you nearing your highs.
You let out a high-pitched scream when his fingers reached under to rub at your clit, your vision turning spotty as the band of your orgasm quickly snapped. Myungjun groaned as your walls fluttered around his cock, the grip your cunt had pushing him to his impending release.
His hips didn’t relent as his seed spilled inside of you, fucking you both thoroughly through your orgasms. You moaned in sensitivity as you felt his cock pulsating, your body collapsing onto the floor when he pulled out, your limbs skin to jelly.
Myungjun sat back on his palms, trying to catch his breath from your quick little fuck session. After about a minute or so, your boyfriend stood and pulled his pants up before going to the table to grab a couple of tissues. He returned to where you laid glued on the floor, gently wiping the mixture of your releases from your cunt and ass, “C’mon bub.”
He helped you onto your feet, making a noise of surprise as you leaned onto him for support, legs still weak. “You okay?”
“Mhm,” You nodded, still feeling the after effects of your orgasm as you hazily tried to wear your leggings again. Myungjun laughed, holding you up by your waist as he pressed a kiss to your temple, “Are you gonna practice again?”
“I think I’ve had enough practice for today.” He smiled fondly, walking you both to your things. “I can fine tune it tomorrow with the guys. For now, I think it’s time for us to go home.”
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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.
[7:53 p.m.] “Which pumpkin do you want?” You asked. MJ was already situated on your kitchen floor with all the necessary tools for pumpkin carving when you arrived back home after a quick trip to the store.
“The bigger one! My canvas must be big for my carving!” MJ grinned at you, holding his hands out to take the bigger pumpkin from you.
In which soulmates have matching hair colours, and Myungjun finds himself with a surprisingly vibrant combination of colours.
♦ Pairing: uni student!Myungjun x uni student!OC (Minhee)
♦ Supporting characters: the rest of Astro and SinB
♦ Genre: comedy + fluff
♦ Words: 3.4k
♦ Dedicated to: @majesticfudgingeagle from me aka your aroha secret admirer. ❤️ I hope you like my little gift! Thank you so much for always responding to my messages with enthusiasm. You are such a sweet person, and I absolutely loved talking to you! Hope we can stay in contact in the future! ❤️
Kim Myungjun was sure that the whole soulmate thing was nothing but a stroke of luck.
Sure, Moonbin's hair turned blonde the moment Eunbi dyed her hair for the first time in her life, Jinwoo woke up with orange curls one day and the previous victim was Sanha whose hair turned lavender in the middle of a lecture. It was nothing new though as it was said that soulmates had matching hair colours, so when one dyed his or her hair, the other's also turned out the same way. It was said to make the whole soulmate thing easier, but it also meant that the number of people with vibrant colours doubled every single time someone changed their appearance. Not to mention that even if you found yourself with a whole new hair colour, you couldn't be sure that you would find your soulmate. They could still live on the other side of the world, there was no guarantee that they would be beside you like in Moonbin and Eunbi's case.
But him, Kim Myungjun, the jokester of the social studies department, one of the hidden cards of the sociology majors, friends of five dumb but very lovable guys, a loyal son and a true trot song lover, he has never experienced any of it. He was chocolate-brown from the moment he was born, and he didn't intend to change his hair colour anytime soon, thus he hoped that his soulmate didn't intend to change either.
It was supposed to be another one of those chill days when the six guys didn’t have any tests or group projects for their uni classes, so they could peacefully have lunch together, yet of course, even this day had to turn out differently.
“Oh my gosh, look at him!”
“It must be because of his soulmate.”
“Again? I always preferred him with black.”
More and more murmurs filled the university cafeteria as Jinwoo showed up, and even though he was apparently quite short compared to the rest of the guys in his friends’ group, his vividly green hair colour attracted way too many gazes that day. Even though he tried to hide the obvious change of colour by putting on his favourite baseball cap, some of the locks were still very much visible, thus the dumbfounded and overly curious reactions were understandable.
“He looks like a piece of grass,” Sanha chortled whole-heartedly at the sight of the boy who sat down at the guys' table with a silly smile plastered onto his face.
“I'm not the one who looks like a field of lavender,” Jinwoo gritted through his teeth, making the younger boy place a hand on his heart.
“Oh, I'm so sorry that my soulmate has a good taste in colours,” he boasted with a cheeky smile and the elder couldn't do anything but to wave him off.
“Go to your lecture instead!”
“With pleasure,” the younger boy snickered as he said goodbye to the guys one by one, except the one who told him off. Everyone bid their farewell in their own way, Minhyuk with a flick of his wrist, Dongmin with a shy smile, Moonbin with a huge grin and Myungjun with an overly excited wave of both of his hands. They frequently had lunch together at the university's cafeteria, but knowing each other's schedules, they knew that Sanha was the only one who would have a class after their lunch break. To be precise, Minhyuk had one too (technically) but after sleeping through two elective Psychology classes, he decided to spend this time doing something else rather than sleeping.
“Your soulmate must love experimenting with the colours ever since her red attempt,” Moonbin remarked with a sly smirk, knowing all too well that he was lucky because Eunbi didn't frequently dye her hair, the blonde one was her first and last attempt, so he was back to black ever since.
“It's not that bad though. At least, you know what looks good on you and what doesn't,” Myungjun commented in between two little fists of laughter but the one involved couldn't smile whole-heartedly. He looked almost as sad as a newborn puppy when it was reprimanded for something mischievous he had committed.
“I hope your soulmate will dye her hair pink, so that you can suffer as much as I do,” Jinwoo teased, leaning closer to Myungjun who didn't back away from the staring contest. He knew well that Jinwoo was an extra guy but so was he, so he couldn’t say no to such a challenge.
“Oh, you know that it wouldn't happen anyway! My soulmate loves her natural colour way too much,” he retorted cockily and stuck his tongue out at his dear friend while the others laughed whole-heartedly and secretly hoped for a good continuation of the two jokesters’ conversation. They were watching the scene as if it was an episode from a comedy because with these guys, it was a real-life comedy indeed.
“We'll see about that.” Jinwoo huffed as he quirked an eyebrow in question.
“We’ll see, indeed,” Myungjun repeated as he raised his chin up high, hoping that he would look more confident this way, but he looked even sillier than before.
They kept the eye-contact for a minute more and they would have kept it even longer if someone hadn't walked by their table.
“Hey, Minhee! Wanna join us?” Moonbin hollered the moment the said girl wanted to walk past them, probably not taking notice of the group of friends. Myungjun's head immediately snapped at the familiar name and his eyes were immediately averted to the girl.
Minhee was probably the loveliest girl he had the chance to meet during his lectures, they worked on a group project together for one of their classes, plus they were the only two out of the five group members who at least made an effort to contribute to the outcome. He didn’t want to introduce her to the guys on purpose, yet ever since they left the lecture hall together and bumped into Minhyuk and Moonbin, his friends couldn't stop playing the matchmaker. They took each and every chance to get these two to talk because they knew Myungjun had a slight crush on the girl. Not like it had helped him in any way, if anything, he was just more nervous around her ever since his friends knew about Minhee.
“Yeah, sure. If you don't mind,” Minhee said casually and looked at the boys for any kind of disapproval, yet as expected, she didn't encounter any.
Luckily (or not), the only remaining seat at the table was beside Myungjun, and the guys couldn't have been happier about it. Unlike he himself who nearly had a heart attack when she plumped down beside him. Luckily, he had enough time to gather his courage and speak up because she was too immersed into opening her soda can that she didn’t even look in his direction for the first minute or so.
“How’s your week going?” Myungjun turned to the girl with that trademark angelic smile of his, hoping that his slight annoyance from before couldn't be seen. She finally opened the can, and triumphantly took a gulp from the cold drink before she responded.
“Good. How about you?” Minhee nodded with an equally wide smile, turning to the Sociology major. Myungjun found it hard to concentrate on forming words when she was so close to him and he was never one to know when to shut up, so it was quite an achievement on her part. Yet, her beautiful, almond-shaped eyes that resembled tiny little jewels, her lips that always curled upwards, her cute little dimples and birthmarks that were scattered all over her face like dots on a palette, they were all so mesmerizing, and she didn't need neither makeup, nor vivid lipstick to look good. She was naturally this charming.
“I-I'm good, thank you,” he stumbled on his words, and he could see from the corner of his eyes that his friends tried their best not to laugh and they even covered their mouths to not make any noise.
“How about you, guys?” Minhee turned to the others, saving Myungjun from a possible heart attack triggered by her intense stare on him.
“We're doing really well.” Jinwoo nodded fervently, his face red from trying to suppress his laughter. The others couldn’t speak up either because they were too scared of laughing straight into their friend’s face, maybe except Dongmin who regained his usual calm demeanour quite quickly.
Then, Minhee also caught sight of Jinwoo’s green locks, yet instead of staring at him open-mouthed like some girls did, she merely gave him a thumbs-up.
“Oh, what a nice hair colour you have there!”
“Oh well, that's thanks to my soulmate,” the green-haired guy explained with a shy smile, but before things could get out of control, and Jinwoo could get too immersed into talking about his hair, Moonbin cut him off. He had been waiting for this moment for a week anyway, he didn’t need Jinwoo to ruin his big plan.
“Actually, we were just talking about the Halloween party we're about to organize at our place. Would you like to join us?” Moonbin changed the subject ever so smoothly, hoping to take this opportunity to invite her over.
It's not like this Halloween party was anything huge, it would include just the six of them and other friends dressing up, playing games and watching movies together, yet Minhee had never been to any of their parties, and Myungjun wasn't really excited about embarrassing himself in front of her because of his friends (because such party would involve embarrassing storytimes too), so he kicked Moonbin's leg under the table.
Yet, just in time with the girl's answer, did the pain finally set in and Moonbin’s lips parted.
“Yes, sure.”
“Arrrrrghwellthatsamazing,” Moonbin exclaimed as he smiled through the pain, trying his best to act as natural as possible.
Though his plan worked despite every opposition on Myungjun’s part. Minhee said yes, and if anything, that was surely nerve-wrecking for him. He really didn't see that coming. What was he supposed to dress up as anyway? What was he supposed to do with her at the party?
What was he supposed to do now?
“What the... Oh my gosh... No no no, it can't happen... Oh my gosh... NO!!!”
Myungjun's high-pitched scream could be heard from all floors of the dormitory, his almost life-or-death kinda exclaim waking up at least 5 clueless students in the building including poor Jinwoo who could hardly fall asleep after staying up to finish one of his papers in the last minute. Needless to say, he wasn't all too happy to be woken up at 7 when he didn't have classes until 11.
“What on Earth is wrong with you?” Jinwoo yelled as he knocked on the bathroom door, knowing that the voice was coming from there.
“Jinwoo, please, don't laugh at me!” Myungjun pleaded as he opened the door and it was already on the tip of his tongue that he would never laugh at him (which wasn't the truth, of course, it was more like a friendly reassurance) when he immediately burst into laughter.
“Oh man, karma is really something.” He chortled non-stop as he caught sight of his friend's slightly interesting and slightly not common hair colour(s).
“Yah, it's not funny!” Myungjun sulked as he smacked Jinwoo in the chest, but the boy was laughing nevertheless.
“Well, I guess you could say that you don't need to come up with an idea for the costume. You already look like the male version of Harley Quinn,” he remarked casually as he pointed at his hair which really resembled that the said female character's style. Now that he looked at it this way, Myungjun could finally see why his soulmate must have chosen these exact colours, otherwise it looked quite random, especially on his short hair.
“Do you think that makes me happier?” Myungjun exclaimed frantically, his voice ridiculously higher than usual.
Jinwoo shrugged his shoulders, the smirk not leaving his face.
“Well yeah. After all, you are the one who always looks at things on the bright side.”
“This is the worst thing that could have happened to me, especially on this day!” He complained furiously, thinking how he could make up an excuse not to go to Moonbin's Halloween party. There's no way he would want to represent himself in front of Minhee with such a look. No way!
Myungjun spent the whole morning complaining, childishly sulking and bawling his eyes out because he was sure that he would mess up his chance with Minhee at the party if he looked like that. After two hours of trying to ignore him by putting on his headphones and listening to his favourite punk-rock songs, Jinwoo couldn't bear it any longer, and told him that he would help him with his costume if he stopped acting like it was the end of the world when it wasn't even that big of a deal. At least, he didn't need to come up with a costume idea like him who never knew with which hair colour he would end up in the morning.
In the end, Jinwoo managed to convince his friend to actually dress up as the male version of Harley Quinn, and he himself chose a fairy outfit. A modern one, to be precise, more like a fairy prince. Though Myungjun didn't really like the idea in the beginning, at least he could say that the sudden change in his hair colour was because of his costume and no one could question him. He prayed that his soulmate would get back to the natural colour once Halloween is over. Why would anyone dye their hair like that if not for Halloween? At least, he hoped so... He prayed... He would give anything to go back to his beloved chocolate-brown, he would even trade Jinwoo for it. Okay, maybe not him but anyway, the thing is that he was very, very desperate.
It didn't help either that Jinwoo used his yearly amount of compliments on that one day to make him feel better.
“You look absolutely fine, dude, believe me!” Jinwoo tried to reassure him as they were in the elevator to reach Moonbin's flat on the 9th floor. Unlike Jinwoo and Myungjun who were in the dormitory together, Moonbin, Dongmin and Minhyuk shared a flat together close to the university while Sanha with his parents in the downtown of Seoul.
“I just hope people won't be curious how I dyed my hair like this,” Myungjun declared rather sadly, and as soon as the words left his mouth, he turned to his friend with sheer panic in his eyes. “Do you know any famous hair care brands?”
“It's going to be fine, dude.” Jinwoo rolled his eyes and pushed Myungjun out of the elevator. He may have been able to keep his cool longer than other people in general, but his patience was wearing thin this time. He didn't know how long he could take it.
Luckily, Moonbin, Dongmin and Minhyuk's flat was just in front of the elevator, so after a knock on the door, the hosts were already inviting them in.
“Cool costumes, guys!” Dongmin complimented with a bright smile when he caught sight of the guys, his eyes scanning them from head to toe. Though he wasn't the most enthusiastic about their appearance.
“Oh my god, look at you, MJ! Oh my god!” Moonbin hollered, and constantly shook Minhyuk's body, almost as if he had been playing with a mere toy. The younger boy glanced at him but didn't say a single world. “Are you trying to steal my best costume of the year trophy?” The boy asked as he theatrically put a hand over his heart.
Moonbin was indeed last year's winner with his Jack Sparrow costume which was (of course) not his idea but Dongmin's, yet Dongmin was okay in his tiger onesie, said to be Tiger from Winnie the Pooh while Minhyuk was Pooh. Though this year the three of them had a group costume, Dongmin was Jungkook, Minhyuk was Hoseok and Moonbin was Jimin from BTS, all of their clothes from the Blood, Sweat and Tears era. Needless to say, they were already popular with the ladies much to Eunbi's dismay.
“Ah no, not at all!” Myungjin laughed nervously, hoping that the others couldn't see how uncomfortable he was.
“Alright then, I'll let you in!” Moonbin joked accompanied by his trademark eye smile and made way for the two to come into their flat which was already buzzing with familiar and not-so-familiar people dressed up as more and more eccentric figures. There were the traditional costumes like Sailor Moon, vampires, witches, Batman, L from the Death Note, yet there were people disguised as The Pope, Harry Styles and even the dude from the PPAP video.
Seeing all the colourful clothes and all the different hair styles, Myungjun's frazzled nerves weren't so frazzled anymore. He could easily mingle in with the others, and even just the thought of being normal amongst all these costumes helped to put his mind at ease. Not until Minhee showed up, did he start panicking again, though it was a different kind of panic than before. Why?
Because Kwon Minhee, his one and only crush, the one with the prettiest smile and the brightest star-lit eyes, the brain of the social studies department, the owner of the cutest laugh ever, was dressed up as Harley Quinn. The Harley Quinn.
“Dude, you didn’t tell me that you two had a couple costume.” Jinwoo smacked his friend in the chest when he caught sight of the pretty girl who looked really badass in her torn shorts, white sleeveless shirt, red elbow pads, grey fishnet and black boots. Her hair was dyed red, blue and white just like Myungjun’s, parted in two and put up in two high ponytails. He had never thought that he would see her in such a costume! It was absolutely unbelievable, his jaw literally dropped when he saw her.
“Because we‒” Myungjun tried to speak up but he was immediately cut off by Jinwoo who put the pieces together after seeing his dumbfounded expression.
“Oh my gosh, you can’t say that….” He exclaimed as the realization hit him hard, yet the moment the girl looked in their direction, Jinwoo waved at her to gain her attention. “Minhee, hey!” He shouted despite the silent disagreement of Myungjun who wished nothing but to evaporate right then and there. “Quick question, when did you dye your hair?”
Minhee looked absolutely stunned, not just because of the Myungjun’s similar costume, but also because of Jinwoo’s prying. She was still in the state of utter shock when she answered his question.
“Last night.”
“When exactly?”
“Around 11pm,” she answered still in awe, her eyes darting between the two guys' faces.
Jinwoo squealed a bit like a fangirl when she sees her favourite idol on stage, and Myungjun didn't even know that he (that any human being) was capable of such a sound. Though it was still better than being hit on the shoulder multiple times after his fairy prince friend also realized what had been circulating in his head ever since Minhee showed up at the party.
“So you guys are...” He stopped mid-sentence, so that he could yell as loudly as possible when the thought really hit him hard. “SOULMATES???”
A couple of people glanced in their way at Jinwoo's choice of words (and his loudness too), one of them was Moonbin whose eyes widened, looking like they were about to pop off.
“SOULMATES?” He exclaimed just as enthusiastically as his friend, and immediately started clapping.
It didn’t take long until everyone joined in and congratulated the two very flustered and very nervous youngsters who exchanged a knowing look. Now everything seemed to make sense. Why they got along so well from the start even though they were quite different and usually liked completely different things, how she could laugh at his lame jokes even though they weren’t even good, how he could always sense when she needed support from him, how they always seemed to bump into each other after their very first encounter…
It was all so obvious now. They were meant to be, and it was (with the Halloween party, their unintentionally chosen couple costume and the best costume award that they took home after the event), well, it was really just the beginning.
