Summary: Shownu is finally going to debut, but what does that mean for the two of you?
Genre: SMUT, reader’s gentials are not specified, penetrative sex, angst, established relationship, bittersweet, open ended, but still sad
A/N: FOR SHOWNU ANON‼️‼️‼️ Based off the song Baby Blue.
Shownu’s memories are tinged a pale gray with only occasional pops of color: pale pinks, vibrant orange, reds—but the color that sticks most in his mind is baby blue.
A low groan breaks the silence in the practice room.
“That ok?” He pauses, slowing his motions on your foot.
A breathy sigh leaves you, “Yeah.”
Silkily dressed in baby-blue leg warmers and a scorching smile is how he remembers you.
A tired pause follows before another sigh exits, “Hate having ugly feet.”
He squints for a moment, bending and shaping your foot within his hand.
“They’re not ugly.” He says matter-of-factly, adding on a, “They’re pretty.” with a lingering kiss to the top of your foot.
A slow smile creeps to your lip as silence falls over you both again; most silences become awkward within his presence, but not with you. Sitting in silence, kissing between your classes, watching you pirouette and sauter as he sits in awe—soon it will all be gone.
A few moments pass until he breaks the bliss.
“I’m going to debut.” He states plainly, eyes focusing on your bent foot in his hands.
A soft gasp leaves you as you turn to hug him, “That’s great, Hyun-woo.”
He stills within the hug, hands unmoving from the massage as he feels your body press against him; you press a searing kiss to his cheek, a preliminary goodbye.
“Are you upset?” He breathes out, forehead hitting yours with a light bump; a deep breath racks you as your eyes become downturned.
“...No.”
“...Ok.” He doesn’t push any further, resting his hands along your waist. He thumbs underneath your leotard, taking you in as to will you to look at him again. Your arms tighten around his neck, nose pressing to him as your lips ghost his, “...You’ll call right?”
He breathes a reassuring, “Yeah.”
However, loyalty can only go so far; exhausted days will turn into heavy nights filled with unread messages and unsent texts; the no calls and hours of silence will turn into days to months to years, until slowly that face becomes unrecognizable—that face, the one you could pick out blind, becomes a stranger—until the home that always called for you feels foreign.
A bittersweet smile frames your face as you gaze at him; suddenly, everything feels too real–he feels old and mature underneath your fingers, and you feel so small and strange. You wonder if he feels the same as you pull him on top of you, resting him between your legs.
“Gimme a kiss?” You pur, leaning your head up playfully–but it’s different, saturated with an aching despair that he doesn’t know how to pull you from–his lips slot against yours as an answer and a promise.
A failed promise that stings with each layer of clothes that gets pushed aside; a promise supposed to be engraved in skin–with slow, rolling thrusts that leave you grasping onto his now icy skin–is now a memory with unforgettable pleasure. Dazed melancholy fills the room as labored pants build into slick cries that dissolve into shaky limbs and brimming tears.
In the afterglow, his lips brush against yours as a final lost promise.
I’ll always remember you, bathed deep in baby blue.
Summary:- Love marriage or Arrange marriage? Which one a person will choose depends on many personal tastes, views and circumstances. At times, the thing we least expect or believe happens...
Shownu and Y/N were setup for an arrangement by their families to see that if they wanna commit for the marriage, giving a chance to walk out if things didn't go well but what happens when a misunderstanding; silly conversation creates an obstacle for you both especially Shownu who isn't able to express his emotions well and now has become the 'cold stone's as people call him because of a sad situation in the past ruins the whole progress that has been made?
Is Kim Ziya actually Shownu's truest friend or she is hiding a dark motive behind ?
Synopses: After having your first child, you no longer feel sexy with your new mom bod.
Word Count: 2.9k
A/N: Another beautiful mood board by my cousin @millie-ionaire05. Thank you!!
“Hey, I’m heading out now to take our little rose to her grandma.”
You look down at your beautiful baby all snuggled up and strapped in tightly in her car seat. She was a mere four months old, but she had you and Shownu both wrapped around her little finger.
You tuck her blanket around her tenderly, asking, “Are you sure she’ll be ok?”
You stand, worried eyes now gazing up at your husband. He chuckles in amusement, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.
“Don’t worry so much, ok,” he then pats your head affectionately. “My mom knows how to take care of a baby. Jangmi will be just fine. I’ll be back soon.”
He leans down to drop a brief kiss on your lips before picking up the car seat and heading out. You stand there in the unusual quiet, fretting. This was the first time since having the baby that you were getting time to yourself. It was Shownu’s idea, of course. You would never have fathomed asking for a day off with your baby being so small and fragile still. But he had insisted you needed time to relax, sleep and recharge before you burned yourself out.
He wasn’t wrong, you felt like a zombie, but it still felt like you were abandoning your baby. It felt strange not having anything to do. And with him arranging this and saying he would be back soon, you couldn’t help but think he had other intentions in mind for this little day off.
You sigh, your anxiety rising. It had been so long since you and Shownu had been intimate. You were surprised to find you were nervous. Almost as if this was your first time. In a way it practically was. You two hadn’t made love in about… You pause to think back and count.
9 months!!
Shownu had been so worried towards your last trimester, that he had refused to do anything for fear of harming the baby. No amount of research you showed him advising that intercourse would not, in fact, hurt the baby, proved to be convincing for him. Not that you tried too hard to find evidence, if you were being honest. By then you were a waddling mess that fell asleep at the drop of a hat. Sex was the last thing on your mind.
Then after giving birth and allowing for the 40 day healing period, it just never seemed to be the right time. Either he got home too late and was tired or you were just deliriously exhausted from waking up at odd hours of the night to feed your baby that always seemed to be hungry. Any attempts in between were always interrupted by ill timed crying from baby Jangmi. Before you knew it, days turned to weeks and then to months.
You sigh as you head into the bathroom. Stripping down quickly, you take a hot shower, enjoying the heat seeping deep into your tired body. Twenty minutes later you are standing in front of the mirror, black lace boyshorts covering your private area. You stare down at your belly that pudges at your midsection and your lips turn down in disgust. As you don the matching bra, your eyes wander over the two globes filling the cups...perhaps a bit too overflowing. You definitely need a new one, you think to yourself. You turn this way and that as you take in your mom bod that reflected back at you, blinking back tears that sheened over your eyes.
Why was it taking so long to get rid of this fupa? You squeeze the pudge of excessive skin on your lower abdomen. It was no wonder Shownu didn’t touch you anymore. Exhaling forcefully, you turn around and gasp, hand lifting to your throat.
“Shownu!”
How long had he been standing there? Your skin flushes as he steps fully into the bedroom.
“Did you have a nice shower?” he asks quietly as he approaches you.
You squirm under his gaze fighting the urge to cross your arms over yourself.
“Uhm, yea,” you nod, glancing down. More loudly, “Yes.”
You see his sock covered feet stop mere millimeters from your own bare feet and feel your heart begin to thud fiercely. Your body starts to tremble, unsure of what was about to happen.
He hugs you to him, his arms engulfing you in his warmth. You let your cheek cradle against his chest, eyes closing as you accept the affection.
Shownu was a man of few words. Which you never minded. He preferred to show his love for you with thoughtful gestures. A card given randomly, leaving you your favorite sweet on your pillow before he left in the morning, a book you had mentioned wanting to read. It all showed that he was listening when you mentioned things you like.
But sometimes...it was nice to hear ‘I love you’.
He strokes your hair as he tells you, “Jangmi fell asleep on the ride over. Eomma was so happy to see her.”
You hum softly to let him know you heard him. Quietness surrounds you as you both remain in each other's arms. It’s so natural and you feel your souls slowly reconnecting.
“What were you doing when I walked in?” he queries, breaking the silence. You tense at his question, the embarrassment at being caught staring at yourself in the mirror burning the tips of your ears. When you don’t reply, he pulls away a bit to look down at you. “You know you are still so beautiful to me, right?”
Pulling away from him you scoff. “Yeah right.”
You roll your eyes as you plop cross legged onto the bed. Habitually, your arms come to rest on your stomach, trying to cover up as much of your body as you can. You hear Shownu sigh before he strides over, stopping before you. He doesn’t say anything, but you can feel him staring down at you. Unable to take it anymore, you look up and find a frustrated expression on his face, the muscle in his jaw twitching.
Shownu kneels down in front of you. Now that you are face to face, his features soften and he smiles hesitantly at you.
“I know I’m not the best at telling you sweet words,” he begins. “I’d rather show my feelings than talk about them, ya know?” he shrugs a shoulder.
“I know,” you mumble.
Feeling a bit guilty, you glance away, no longer able to meet his gaze.
“So, how about you just let me show you how I feel about you?”
Do what now?
Your eyes flick back to his, searching for what he means by his words. You are met with a tender look, longing, and desire that he is trying so hard to reign in. You want to say no, too ashamed of how you look, but you miss being with him. And truly, how could you resist when he was looking at you like that?
You give him a slight nod, and it is all the confirmation he needs.
His hands reach for your ankles, unfolding your legs and pulling you towards him. Nothing has happened yet, but you can feel your heart rate quickening already. Your legs dangle on either side of him and he stretches up to meet your lips, his hands skimming over your thighs to rest on your hips. You inhale sharply as he grips your waist tightly and deepens the kiss. Wrapping your legs around him, you close your eyes when he pulls away to trail scalding kisses down your neck. He sighs when he buries his face in your breasts.
“Shownu!” you protest.
“Shhh,” he breaths against the plump flesh. “Let me love you.”
You shiver as he presses open mouthed kisses over the sensitive skin, but you don’t stop him. You let Shownu kiss along the lace of the bra until he reaches your already perked up nipple. His flattened tongue rasps over the material and arousal pools in your underwear when he draws the pebbled nub into his mouth. You let out a soft moan as he begins to suck.
Letting your head fall back, you concentrate on all the sensations. It had been so long and your body was igniting more and more with each kiss, each touch. His fingers trace the same path his lips had taken before slipping the covering away from your skin. His lips, now with no barrier between them and your tender globe, teasingly sweep side to side over your nipple. Your hips involuntarily grind up into him, drawing a groan from the both of you. Shownu gently pushes down at your waist with a trembling hand, trying to keep the friction from his hardened cock.
He wanted to take his time.
You whimper as he draws away from you, resuming to pepper your chest with kisses. His mouth reaches your abdomen, his fingers tickling across a stretch mark and you tense. Your hands shoot down to push him away. The tingling in your body begins to dim as insecurity and shame replace it.
“Please, don’t,” you turn your face away embarrassed, now trying to cover yourself up with the bedsheets. “Maybe we should just wait til night time. We can turn off the lights and you won’t have to see me…”
You untangle your legs from around him.
“If that’s what you really want,” he shifts away from you. He’s quiet and you peak at him from the corner of your eyes. “But I want to see you. All of you.” Your cheeks flush as you turn to face him fully. His eyes gaze back at you patiently. “We made something beautiful together and you should never be ashamed of it,” he whispers earnestly as he looks at you with eyes filled with adoration. He leans forward. “The extra softness of your skin here shows the safe place that you carried our baby.” He removes the covers over your abdomen, replacing it with his large hand, patting it gently. You swallow, resisting pushing it away. “Each of these stripes tell me what a strong woman you are,” he continues as he bends down to kiss the stretch marks on either side of your hips. “I could never do what you did, go through all that pain. You are fierce and you should wear them proudly.”
“You really believe all that?” you ask, still unsure.
He smirks, “You know I don’t talk a lot, so if I say something, I mean it.”
He drops a kiss at the hem of your boy shorts and you inhale sharply, the desire returning. Propping yourself on your elbows, you watch as he kisses further and further down.
His face hovers over the apex of your thighs as he asks, “Are you sure you want to wait til night time?”
Nightfall was not for another eight hours or so! Your mouth has gone dry and you find you have to swallow a few times before you can answer.
“No,” you breathe and he smiles seductively at you.
Shownu’s fingers tug at your lacy shorts, pulling them down your legs slowly. Your breath quickens as he tosses them aside. You feel your core contract in anticipation, dying bit by bit as he teases light kisses back up the inside of your legs. Reaching your center, he twirls his finger in your arousal and smears it over your pulsing clit. You moan his name, eyes threatening to close as pleasure shoots throughout your body. Your walls clench wanting him inside you already.
“Shownu, please,” you whimper.
He chuckles softly before bringing a finger into your entrance. You groan as he slips in easily, you are so wet now. Shownu introduces another finger, stretching you, prepping you for what was to come. He languidly slides them in and out, seemingly enjoying the sounds you are making.
His plush lips wrap around your throbbing nub. Alternating between sucking and licking, his fingers scissor in and out of you and you can no longer control your hips. You grind up and down as your fingers thread through his dark hair, trying to keep him in place as you chase a release you haven’t had in so long. Shownu moans against you and it vibrates against your cunt, drawing out a powerful orgasm that has your eyes squeezing shut tight as your hips lock in the air. He shakes his face against you, drawing out the pleasure until you collapse onto the bed.
“Damn,” you croak as you throw an arm over your face.
You hear Shownu laugh followed by the sound of his clothing hitting the floor before he joins you in the bed. His fingers trail over your bare skin, sending goosebumps to prickle all over you. Dropping your hand away, you curl into his warmth and he kisses your forehead sweetly. You were exhausted now, sleep tugging at you, but as you look down his muscled torso, your eyes take in his very rigid erection protruding from his body.
You def should take care of that before succumbing to sleep, you smile to yourself.
Raising up to all fours, you throw a leg over his thighs before climbing up a bit clumsily onto him.
“여보 (yeobo)?” His eyebrows quirk up in question.
Leaning over with your hands on either side of him, you whisper, “You didn’t really think I’d fall asleep and leave you like this, did you?”
You kiss him gently, swallowing up any reply he may have had. His hands reach over to grasp your ass, the kiss intensifying. He gives you a light smack on your cheeks and you moan against his mouth.
Sitting up, you keep your eyes on his as you palm him in your hand. He was hard as a rock, the tip weeping in anticipation. You glide your thumb over the head and his eyes fall shut as his head tilts back. You stroke him, your grip tightening as you quicken your pace. His hips jerk upwards, moving in time with you, and holy hell, his flushed face, the moans, you find your body is winding up again.
Releasing him, you give him a moment to catch his breath. His hands reach up for you, pulling at the bra you didn’t even realize you still had on. You unhook it swiftly and throw it over your shoulder with a laugh that is quickly cut off by his hands cupping both of your breasts. His thumbs brush over the peaks and you arch into his touch, needing to feel more of him.
“I need to be inside you,” he whines and you moan at the mere thought of feeling him filling you up.
You can’t help but giggle as his strong arms and legs crab walk backwards until his back hits the headboard, your tits jiggling in his face. Once settled, he brings one of your breasts to his mouth. His other hand slips between your bodies to tease circles around your clit. Though you had cum only minutes ago, your body was revving up and ready for another.
Wanting him to be inside you when your next one hit, you take him in your hand, rising up to guide him towards your entrance. Shownu releases your nipple with a lewd pop, his head tilting up towards you. His pleading eyes make you feel powerful, sexy even and you bring your mouth near his as you slowly lower yourself onto him.
You breathe in his panting breaths and moans as your walls clamp around him. He takes your bottom lip between his teeth and you gasp, your core contracting as you take him all the way in.
“Aish!” He groans before releasing your lip and kissing you roughly.
His hands snake down your back until your ass fills his palms, pinning you tight against him. Before you could brace yourself, he begins to roll his hips up into you. The exquisite sensations that radiates from your joined bodies is almost too much to handle. Your nipples grow more taught as the coil of pleasure begins to tighten and tighten threatening to snap at a moment’s notice.
Your heart pounds much too loudly as Shownu brings you up and down over and over again on his thick cock. His head falls to your shoulder, his lips latching onto your neck.
“Oh God!” you moan as his mouth on your throat mimics what he had done to your nether lips earlier.
You feel him kick inside you and you roll your hips, trying to match his velocity.
“I’m so close!” he pants against you.
Your fingers slip into his hair and then you yank forcefully at the strands, pulling his face away from your neck. His eyes widen in surprise, but the mixture of pain and pleasure brings him to the edge. You claim his mouth just as you feel him explode inside you. His grip on your ass grows more forceful as he grinds up into you with a drawn out groan. Within moments you are cumming all around his twitching dick, your walls pulsing and milking him until he falls back against the headboard and you fall limply atop him.
Slowly, you feel him soften inside you and you try to push yourself up on your arms made of jelly, but he stops you by wrapping his own arms around you. His head rests on your chest and you stroke his back gently.
“I love you,” he murmurs, twisting to look up at you. “Just the way you are. Don’t ever forget that.”
As you stare down at his dark eyes you smile, all your doubts and insecurities now long gone.
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your eyes were closed, inhaling deeply as the dark sky slowly erupted from above you.
the smell of the cold breeze and streets concrete now in your nose, exhaling and relaxing your body from the day.
the sound of busy streets and people talking did not interrupt your conversations with your own body as you stood at the side of the road, looking up at the sky.
a light shiver overflew your body as another cold wind reached your skin, pushing your jacket to close and warm yourself.
“the stars are already out... the sight is admirable” turning around and following the voice you noticed a strange man standing right behind you.
“yes, the sight is beautiful” you answered to the stranger. you noticed how the sound of his steps came closer until he was standing right beside you.
“sometimes i would stand here for hours, attempting to count the stars but making it impossible to stay focused.” his voice sounded so soft to your ears.
your eyes followed the soothing voice until you could make out the sharp features of the man standing next to you. his eyes met yours in an instant, and with a sly smile he bend down and held out his hand.
“my name is Hyunwoo” you looked down at his hand and back to his face as soon as he came back up again. with a returning smile you grabbed his hand and shook it.
“(y/n), nice to meet you”.
“it’s wonderful to meet you too” his smile was bright, taking all over his face with how genuine he was.
“not to come off too rude, but what are you doing here all alone?” he looked at you, a slight concern in his voice which didn’t go unnoticed.
you looked back up at the sky, feeling his eyes on your side profile, waiting for your reply.
if there was a reply.
he saw your eyes from his side where he was standing and nodded as he smiled to himself forcefully. that’s when he knew.
unspoken words lingering in the air but the sound of them so clear as the night sky. unthinkable thoughts so dark in both your minds like clouds on the skylines.
highs and lows, tears and pain. cold days and loved ones.
his smile slowly fading as he watched your face, his eyes darting back to the night sky above.
it was quite for a moment until you heard the shuffling of his jacket, and
“one.. two.. three.. four..” you heard him whisper. a slow voice, like a song from the distance as he started to count the stars he could see above him.
he was aloud, and you were in your mind.
the cold breeze holding both of you in your places. loud cars driving by and people talking making this seem like the world stopped for a moment as he kept on counting, higher and higher.
He tried to run after her as soon as she left. But his feet wouldn’t move past the doorway of his place.
The managers told Shownu to not step a foot out of the dorm, stay indoors, no matter what. They limited his time with the other members, fearful that the stalking may affect the members as well. The agency even forbade Shownu from going to his personal studio temporarily, which meant he couldn’t work out… and get his mind off of the current situation.
So he stood frozen with one arm holding the front door open and his feet glued to the floor. His mind was racing – he knew Eunjoo would be pissed again if he ran after her with worry. It was also clear in his mind that it was especially unsafe for him. Even so, he was still worried about Eunjoo’s shoulder wound that hasn't healed completely.
She seemed to care for the wound and replace her bandage when she was sure he was sleeping in his room. Unfortunately, due to the increase in disturbing events, Shownu tossed and turned in his bed often. Unable to sleep for more than two hours, he would wake up multiple times throughout the night. It almost became a habit for him to wake up, get up to get some water, but hear soft and short groans of pain coming from the living room. He would stand with one hand on his door handle, unable to open it and get water like nothing’s wrong. He could only helplessly stand against the door until the sounds disappeared, and only then, would he walk back to his bed to try to fall asleep again.
Remembering those nights again, Shownu decided to look for her after all.
And so he ran.
He sprinted past the main streets and into the alleys.
Even if he couldn’t hear footsteps running or panting from running, he could still faintly hear a metallic scraping sound. And that was the only thing that tipped him off – Eunjoo was probably chasing after the same sound.
When he discovered her, he realized he only had a fraction of a second to decide what to do and where to go. Shownu could see her figure hunched – she was all tensed up – and his mind clicked when he saw her shift into a defensive stance.
His arms swiftly reached out for her. One hand wrapped around her mouth to muffle her surprise, while the other pulled her body close, as he stepped backwards into a narrow alley on the side. Her body instantly tensed up, but as soon as they were hidden by the tall walls and only the most limited light was shining upon them, Shownu showed his face to Eunjoo. And once she recognized him, he thought of letting go quietly.
Except, under the dimmest, almost non-existent, light they had, he could still see her wild anger flare up in her eyes. Eunjoo’s arms went up to throw him off of her, instantly knocking his hand off of her mouth, while Shownu panicked. After all, they were still almost right next to the suspects. Without thinking, his arms roughly pulled her back – accidentally slamming her against the cold brick wall.
“윽…” (Translation: “Urgh…”)
In the dead silent night when they were being extra careful to not get caught, Eunjoo’s pained groan stood out like a pencil dropping in an empty library.
‘제발… 그냥 가라… 제발 가…’ (Translation: ‘Please… just go…. Please leave….’) Shownu chanted in his mind.
Nevertheless, the sound of gravel being crushed and twisted, as if heavy shoes pivoted on small rocks, sent chills up Shownu's spine.
“뭐지 진짜?” (Translation: “Really, what was that?”)
In the darkness, Shownu could see a glint in Eunjoo’s eyes, and somehow he just knew that she would pretend like she wasn’t hurt and step forward in front of them.
Her hands attempted to push him away, just as he predicted. This time, however, he didn’t budge. In fact, the male idol stood firm and stared down at the officer. He could faintly see the protruded, frowning eyebrows and the shadows of her lips turned upside down.
With only the thought that he had to divert Eunjoo’s attention away from her discomfort while staying quiet, one hand reached down and over to her hand. He could sense her flinch at his touch, but he quickly raised his other hand to his mouth and motioned her to stay quiet. He couldn’t exactly read her expression, but she did indeed stay silent and still as his hand folded over her hand.
“고양이였나? 그냥 가자.” (Translation: “Maybe it was a cat? Let’s just go.”) The man said. His footsteps started to get farther away.
The female voice muttered, “고양이 싫은데…” (Translation: “I hate cats…”) Her steps moved away as well.
As the sounds of their voices and footsteps started to dissipate, Shownu became more aware of the sounds coming from Eunjoo – her erratic breathing and almost strained pants for air. He hadn’t noticed before due to sheer panic, but he suddenly realized how sweaty her hand was in his hand… was that also his sweat because he was anxious? He tried to look down into her eyes, but her head was tilted downwards.
Knowing he couldn’t utter a word for fear that the suspects might turn back around again, he squeezed her hand lightly.
No response.
Another light squeeze.
Eunjoo finally raised her head and Shownu’s heart nearly leapt out of his body. She had those same fiery eyes from that night they argued but the hair framing her face stuck to her face. He could see the dimmest light reflected on the sweat rolling down the sides of her cheeks.
His eyes darted around and he tried to squint his ears, if that was even possible, to hear if there was anyone around. After all, the other members always told Shownu how much he sucked at whispering, that his whispers sounded both loud and soft at the same time, that he sounded like a bear growling a guttural sound. In the time he was contemplating, his ears twitched when they heard the faint sound of sirens.
*Fwump*
‘아… 들었구나…’ (Translation: ‘Ah… [she] heard it too…’) he thought.
Eunjoo had yanked her hand out of his hand and shoved him with probably all her remaining strength, making him hit the other wall of the alley lightly. As if she lost all her strength, she slowly slid down her side of the wall with one hand over her shoulder.
The sirens sounded closer and Shownu finally asked quietly, “괜찮으세요?” (Translation: “Are you okay?”)
However, before she even uttered a sound, he saw her remove her hand from her shoulder. She winced and he could see something wet shining on her fingertips.
Shit.
“누나!!” (Translation: “Eunjoo[-noona]!!”)
Footsteps closed in and Shownu looked at the two people who ran into the alley with flashlights. He recognized the male officer as the one who ran Eunjoo’s errands. The one she didn’t avoid. The other, a female officer he didn’t recognize, asked rapidly, “뭐야, 너 어떻게 된거야?? 무슨 상황이야?” (Translation: “What the, what happened to you?? What’s the situation?”)
“윽… 혹시 올때 수상한 사람들 못 봤어? 남자 한명… 하고 여자… 한명.” (Translation: “Ugh… did you guys see any suspicious people on your way here? One man… and one… female.”) Eunjoo asked, words thrown out in between her irregular breathing.
The two officers looked at each other with worry before both shaking their heads.
Eunjoo muttered, “아… 씨발.. 부.. 분명히… 그 여자 목소리 어디서 들어봤..는데…” (Translation: “Ah… fuck.. I could.. Could have sworn… I heard that.. woman’s voice before…”) The female officer quickly took out her phone and seemed to request for additional backup to search the area and request for nearby CCTV. Strangely enough, they didn’t seem to realize that Eunjoo’s words started to stutter more and before the other officers could ask her any questions, Shownu saw her body slump to the side.
“어–!!” (Translation: “Hey–!!”) Shownu shouted, with one finger pointing towards Eunjoo.
The male officer immediately crouched to Eunjoo’s side. “누나!! 정신차려봐!!” (Translation: “[Noona]!! Wake up!!”)
The other officer also rushed to Eunjoo, but was on the phone again. “차 한대 여기로 보내. 지금 은주 병원으로 데리고 가야해.” (Translation: “Send a car here. We need to take Eunjoo to the hospital right now.”) She looked briefly up at Shownu before she answered the person on the call, “아니, 팀장님에게 보고드려 – 의뢰인은 무사하다고… 태용선배에겐 내가 이따가 말 할테니까 넌 팀장님한테 바로 전화 해.” (Translation: “No, report to Team Leader [Baek] that the client is safe… I’ll tell Tae-yong[-sunbae] later so you just call Team Leader [Baek] right away.”)
Just as she hung up, they heard a siren approach closer and tires squeaking past through the gravel. Headlights shone near the closest entrance of their alley and the male officer took it as his cue to pull Eunjoo’s arms over his shoulders and around his neck. “헙!” (Translation: “Oof!”) As he stood, he looped each of his arms around her legs to carry her safely on his back.
The other officer warned him to set her down in the car carefully before turning to Shownu. Her eyes met his, but he wanted to turn away from them. They weren’t as cold as Eunjoo’s but they weren’t welcoming either. Her facial expression showed no signs of sympathy or warmth. He wasn’t sure if her eyes meant to throw daggers at him or if she just normally looked like that in the dark. She was rigid even as she motioned him to get into the car wordlessly.
You giggled as Shownu rolled his eyes at Minhyuk's proposal for you to go to dinner even though you had already ate with your sister. You bite your lip settling into the depths of the sofa with ease. Shownu sat beside you, hands on his legs as his brothers clamored about excited to see you after you had spent time on a trip with your family in Singapore.
You lean into him bumping shoulders as he quietly sits beside you. He had always been a man of few words when there were too many people, but you knew him on a deeper level. Something was off.
"You okay?" You whisper.
He bobs his head yes once before looking at you as you stare at him. He smiles and you frown before seeing something large and stuffed coming at you. Shownu catches it with ease before it can smack you in the face as Changkyun pushes an embarrassed Jooheon in the chest.
"It's fine," you laugh and toss it back to them. You lean into Shownu again. "Take a walk with me? The cherry blossoms are in bloom."
"Okay," he agrees and helps you to your feet as you both pull on your shoes and a light jacket.
.....
You walked together quietly. His gaze on the path ahead as you passed more and more couples in love.
"Shownu?"
"Mmm?"
You sigh and reach out to catch his hand and squeeze it while pulling him to a stop. He looks down at you.
"Talk to me."
"It's nothing."
"Liar."
He chuckles a little before the mask slips and you can read him with ease. You had been right, he was upset about something.
"Talk to me," you repeat.
He looks down at his feet before looking back up at you. "I missed you."
"I missed you too."
"All the time you were gone they kept teasing me and it has messed with my thoughts," he says with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Teasing you?"
He nods starting to try to walk again, but you grip his hand tighter.
"Talk to me? What has gotten into you?"
He shuffles before sighing and you fight back a smile at his nerves that were making an extremely rare appearance.
"They think I should be dating you." He says quickly. "Everyone does, really. My friends think I am dating you. At least some of them think I am."
"Oh."
He nods and you feel your cheeks get hot as you blush. You glance away this time.
"I told them..."
Your gaze lifts to his. "Told them what?"
"You wouldn't see us that way..."
"Why not?"
"Because," he scratches the back of his neck in nervousness. "You are my best friend."
"Sometimes the best of friends can become the best of relationships Shownu," you say and his lips part as you blush even more.
You look away, hands clasping as you get ready to disappear into the sidewalk beneath your feet from embarrassment. You start to edge a foot backwards, but he notices and grasps your hand quickly.
"No, don't go."
"Then say something!" You cry as he stares at you, a look you've never seen before on his face.
He smirks pulling you closer until his lips press yours in a peck, but you grasp his coat pulling him back to you for an actual kiss. He chuckles arms wrapping around you.
"So I guess it's official," you murmur staring up into his gaze. "Your friends were right."
He laughs before you begin walking together, bodies bumping from how close you are to one another.
Pairing: Im Changkyun x Reader, Son Hyunwoo x Reader | Genre: angst | Warnings: open relationship, sexual comments, slight suggestiveness | WC: 1.5k
Request: I really hope this will be written. But I understand if you don’t want to. Thank you! Monsta X idol fic / College AU fic where reader is in an open relationship with Shownu and Changkyun has a crush on the reader. The reader knows it plays Changkyun, like tries to seduce him into doing stuff. But Changkyun does not feel comfortable giving into the temptations because he feels like it’s betraying Shownu. (Filled with angst pleaseee)
You had been dating Shownu for quite a few years now. You loved each other dearly and were happy together. For most, it was easy to tell how smitten you were over him. The way your eyes lit up just at the mention of his name or the wide smile when he was walking towards you. It was no secret you two were sickeningly in love. For most—your friends included—your relationship was a little unconventional.
Though, since quite the beginning of your relationship, the two of you agreed on being in an open relationship. It wasn’t that you two were bored of each other or anything, that was definitely not the case. It was just something that you two had mutually agreed on, you wanted to both experience things and have some fun, as long as there were set boundaries with being honest and communicative. At the end of the day, Shownu constantly reminded you that with his teasing nature that ‘sharing is caring.” Thankfully, your friends were more than supportive of all your decisions, they just didn’t fully understand why. Honestly, there was no way to make them understand unless they were in the same situation.
It just worked for the two of you
It wasn’t as if you two were with a different person every day and night. Quite the contrary. You two only went after another person if you truly had feelings with them and wanted to make something of it. Of course, they had to be comfortable with your relationship and if they weren’t, then there was nothing to be done. It wasn’t held against anyone. So when you first met Shownu’s friends, Changkyun had immediately caught your eye. His almost shoulder-length raven black hair parted down the middle, his dark eyes always seemed to be curious about something.
Don’t even get you started on when he would wear tight fitting shirts or a tank top. It was clear that he and Shownu were gym buddies. He was a quiet boy, only a few years younger than you. He didn’t say much, but he listened attentively. He was smart and snarky; loved to make all of you laugh, and most importantly, he knew when to be serious and when he needed to just listen. It was hard not to develop a small crush on him.
“I think I like Changkyun-ie,” You blurted out one night at dinner. Shownu raised a brow and chuckled, slurping up his noodles.
“I’m not surprised. He’s pretty popular with the ladies.”
“I can see why,” You said dramatically, “The hair, the inquisitive eyes, the muscles.”
Shownu chuckled at you and patted your knee, “Go for it baby, maybe he likes you too,” It was then you decided that Changkyun was going to be yours—if he wanted to. You just hoped it wouldn’t make things awkward.
Over the course of the next few weeks, you were bound and determined to make Changkyun notice you in any way besides just a friend. Your skirts and shorts were a little shorter, showing off your tanned and toned legs. Your shirts were a little more low cut, but not too much. Changkyun may be smart and a gentleman, but he was still a boy. Every time you’d see him sneaking a glance when you would lean over just a little too far or the way his eyes would trail up and down your figure when you would walk into the room made the coil in your stomach tighten.
Then came the constant teasing and flirting, initiated by you of course. It was clear that Changkyun wouldn’t do it. Shownu was older than him and one of his best friends. He probably felt awkward about being attracted to his girlfriend.
“Changkyun-ie,” You whined cutely, wrapping around his arm, placing your cheek on his shoulder and batting your eyelashes at him. He gulped and sent you a tense smile, “Why are your cheeks so red? Are you feeling feverish?”
You leaned towards him, placing your cheek on his forehead. You heard his breath hitch and you smirked. Shownu had told you the favorite scent that Changkyun liked and you had made sure to wear that today.
“I-I’m fine,” He said, pulling away and averting his gaze.
You giggled, propping your elbows on to the plastic table and resting your chin on your hands, “You’re cute when you’re flustered. I wonder how you would look with me on top of you.”
He choked on the water he was sipping, eyes wide and you only grinned and gently patted his back, lightly scraping your nails over his shirt. You felt him shiver a little, “Y-you need to stop d-doing that,” He stuttered, hands gripping the edge of the table. You only giggled and stopped. The poor boy was excited and by the way the outline in his tight-fitting jeans looked, he was very excited.
He quickly made an excuse about needing to meet with a professor and left. Shownu rolled his eyes at you with a smirk, “You can’t be so direct with him, love. He’s shy,” You only shrugged, settling into his side. You were satisfied with today. It was one step closer.
The next few days Changkyun seemed to avoid you at any costs. You thought it was cute and funny considering. However, he was over at your shared apartment waiting for Shownu right now. The two were supposed to be going to the gym. You had just come back from a jog, your hair tied up in a ponytail, booty shorts and sports bra. You truly had no idea Changkyun was waiting back at your home for Shownu, “He must be running late, he’s usually home by now,” You said, wiping your face from the beads of sweat.
Changkyun only hummed, refusing to meet your eyes. You grinned again, sitting down next to him and placing a hand on his knee. He jumped a little and you giggled at his flustered state.
“Why are you so jumpy?” He only shook his head, chewing on his bottom lip. “You know, I’m a little hurt you’ve been avoiding me, Kyun. I thought we were friends,” You teased and he sighed, running his fingers through his black locks.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. It’s just—I like you.”
“Kiss me then,” You said and in seconds his mouth was pressed up against yours. Seconds after you slid your tongue into his mouth and rolled over to straddle his lap. His hands tightened around your waist and you let out a small moan when you felt his hardened length rub against your needy core.
That seemed to snap Changkyun out of whatever had taken over him and he immediately pushed you off, standing up and furiously wiping his hands over his mouth.
Ouch. That hurt a little.
“Are you okay?” You asked and he shook his head.
“No! You’re dating my best friend, Y/N! I just kissed you! That’s not okay! Not at all!” His voice was rising and he was now pacing back and forth.
You frowned again, reaching out to grab his wrist. He jerked back, glaring down at you, “Don’t touch me.”
“Changkyun,” You said calmly, “It’s alright. You know we’re in an open relationship. Shownu knows that I like you, he actually likes you too. So you did nothing wrong, you haven’t betrayed him or anything. Trust me.”
He snorted and shook his head at you, “I don’t care if he’s okay with it or not! It’s not right for me to do this! He’s my best friend. He might like sharing, but I don’t.”
You didn’t know what to say. You knew your friends didn’t understand the nature of yours and Shownu’s relationship. You understood that they didn’t understand and that was okay, but this seemed like more than just being confused about your relationship status.
This sounded like Changkyun was repulsed by it, by the idea.
“I don’t think we should hang around anymore for a while. Tell Shownu I’ll meet him at the gym,” Changkyun muttered, walking out. You were still in shock. Still unsure of what exactly just happened.
You just hoped that Shownu would talk to him and that things would settle down, but they didn’t. Changkyun wouldn’t even look at you now. When you came into the room, he’d leave it. If you talked, he’d only respond if he absolutely needed to. If you were hanging out with the whole group, he avoided you and acted like you didn’t exist. He wouldn’t answer your texts or calls and you figured he had blocked you. You wanted to apologize. Shownu had only said that Changkyun was just angry at himself even though Shownu tried to explain the whole situation.
But a few months down the line, when you thought everything would finally be back to normal, it wasn’t. Changkyun still refused to acknowledge your existence. It was starting to affect the group, so you stopped hanging around the group if you knew Changkyun was going to be there. Changkyun was always a good friend to you. You wanted that friendship back. You really, truly did. On the other hand, it seemed like Changkyun didn’t and he made that extremely obvious.
You truly don’t believe this was ever going to go away. You’d lost a friend, a great friend, all because of an unnecessary misconception of a relationship
Summary: Ever since moving to this township, you had been curious about the abandoned quarry home. Everyone else saw it as a haunted and creepy house, but as an up and coming interior designer, you were entranced by the intricate details. And once you met the caretaker of the property, you were determined to find out all about the house and the man who guarded it.
Pairing: Son Hyunwoo x female reader
Genre: romance / angst / sad-fluff / ghost au
Warnings: mentioning of being haunted, breaking into an abandoned home
Prompt: “What if I said no?” “But what if you said yes?”
A/N: Welcome to my second @challengingwords monthly prompt series. This one isn’t so much a drabble series as the first one was as each part gets longer than the last as we get through this world – I had too much fun!
Word count: 898
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“This is bad,” you voiced worriedly, glancing around at the shadows forming on the walls from Eric’s flashlight.
Your footsteps began to lag, and you hurried to catch up, bumping into your best friend in the process. Shooting you a disgruntled look, Eric then smirked. “You were the one who begged me to come in here with you.”
“I didn’t exactly beg…”
“What if I said no?” Eric chimed, clearing his throat before continuing in a tone higher than his. “But what if you said yes, Eric? Was that not what happened before, Y/N?”
“The house looked more inviting on the outside.”
Eric snorted. “It looked just as terrifying. Yet here we are, and I’m okay, but you… well, you look as if you’ve seen a ghost.”
Spinning around suddenly and throwing the flashlight under his chin, Eric made a grumbling noise to scare you, a shriek filling the otherwise empty corridor of the old home.
“That wasn’t funny!” you remarked once you recovered, Eric busting out with laughter.
“Your face was hilarious. What’s a scaredy-pants like you doing inside a place like this, Y/N?”
The truth was you had heard the rumours about the house down by the quarry. Once the home to an affluent family, before they came into ruins, all you could see now was the charm of the homestead. Sure, several of the weatherboard panels were rotting, and the roof had seen better days. With some tender loving care, you were convinced the quarry home could be magnificent once more.
And after admiring it from afar for the last three years of living in the area, you were compelled to enter it, at least once. You recently found the floor plans in the local library archive, and since then, the home was always on your mind.
“It’s to do with my career. You should understand why I’m pulled towards this place.”
Eric scoffed. “A place like this doesn’t need a newbie interior designer. It needs a bulldozer.”
“Nonsense!” you cried with horror, patting the wall as if to soothe any bad luck your assistant had just breathed into this place. “You can’t remove history like this.”
“Well, they’ve tried. But you know, the resident ghost won’t let them.”
“Those rumours don’t scare me, Eric.”
“They should. No grown human breaks into a place like this not respecting the stories.”
“It’s unfortunate, the history of this place,” you agreed, growing bolder when you made it safely to the second floor of the home. Glancing at Eric, you smiled sadly. “Losing their eldest son must have destroyed the owners.”
“His body was never recovered, Y/N. It was a murder case.”
You sighed, struggling to separate your thoughts from the stories you and Eric had been fed constantly since you moved to the area.
“No one has confirmed that.”
“No one can,” Eric mentioned with a spooky tone, shivering against his better judgement. “Okay, I’m starting to feel like a scaredy-cat myself.”
“It’s totally safe. I read the engineering report from six years ago. This place is as solid as a rock.”
Eric grimaced. “I don’t think I want to be inside of a rock either, Y/N. Can we hurry up and look at whatever it is that has your interest piqued and then get out of here? It’s cold, and I want to get as far as I can from this place.”
“Why are you suddenly feeling so weirded out? The house is entirely empty. It would be different if there were remaining furniture and a sense of what had been lost. Get it together, Eric.”
“How the tables have turned,” he muttered, shining his light into the next room. Pulling out your phone, you switched on your torch feature and pushed ahead, a positive murmur expelling from you.
“This is it.”
“This?” Eric echoed, looking around the room in confusion. “We broke into a haunted house just for what looks to once have been a nursery?”
Rolling your eyes, you moved over to the unique wall panelling. “This is why. Look at how exquisite this detailing is.”
“I have to admit. It is unlike anything I’ve ever seen.”
Running your hand gently along the ornate detailing, you sighed dreamily. “The artist behind this was phenomenal. We truly don’t have this style of panelling readily accessible today. It must have taken whoever created this several solid weeks to complete it.”
“It was months, actually,” a new voice mentioned, and you froze, slowly glancing over your shoulder.
“Who-who are you?” Eric asked in a little more than a whisper.
The newcomer was void of a reaction, his cold eyes penetrating yours. “The caretaker of this home. You’re not meant to be in here, now, are you?”
“Sorry, I just–”
“We’re leaving!” Eric cut in with a squeak, tugging on your arm. “We won’t come again!”
Watching the man as Eric dragged you to the exit of the room, you wondered why his gaze grew sombre. Yanking free from Eric, you turned back for the stairs, but he latched onto your waist.
“Don’t go back up there, Y/N!”
“He seems to know about the panelling!”
“Before he calls the cops, come on!” Eric urged, and you groaned, following Eric to the front door.
But all the way home, you couldn’t help but envision the strange man’s dark eyes.
