[1:00am] you sigh into Shownu’s mouth, his lips gently moulding with yours as you sink deeper into the kiss. He shifts above you, caging your in with his arms, causing the bed to creak obnoxiously.
You both freeze in terror, eyes wide and hearts stopping, before bursting out in hushed giggles.
“Everyone will know what we’re doing if this bed continues to makes so much noise,” you whisper, your hand absently carding through his hair. You hear the sound of shattering glass as someone drops their drink, followed by a collective cheer, momentarily drowning out the music.
“I think it’s loud enough down there for us to have enough fun without worrying,” Shownu reassures, placing kisses along your neck. “But I can tell them to leave if it makes you more comfortable.”
You pause and think about it for a moment before shaking your head no. “Something about the risk of being caught excites me,” your voice lowers to a sultry tone, enticing him back to where you want him most.
He groans and nips the lobe of your ear, his lips brushing against it as he whispers, “then I don’t expect you to hold back, honey.”
SO LIKE, THE MONSTA X CONCERT GOT ME ALL KINDS OF FUCKED UP AND VERSACE ON THE FLOOR WAS A THING AND IM DYING AND YES HERE’S A SHOWNU SMUT. About damn time I wrote something for my man.
Pairings: Shownu X Female reader
Genre: SMUT
Word count: 2,048
Warnings: Explicit sex, nipple play (female receiving), unprotected sex, (DON’T DO IT KIDS), Shownu is too big
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You rolled in bed frustrated because you weren't able to fall asleep; unlike your boyfriend, Hyunwoo. He was sleeping peacefully by your side, softly snoring. He was so cute when he slept. You smiled to yourself as you took in how soft his features looked in his sleep.
You watched him as he turned on his back, noticing the slight bulge under the blanket. You did your best to avert your eyes, but you couldn't help to look a little.
You and him hadn't been intimate yet, and you were starting to get needy. Of course, you wanted to say something to him, but it never came up in conversation. Maybe when he wakes up, you'll tell him.
Your eyes found themselves to his crotch yet again, and your hands were inching towards it. You were curious to see if he was big, or if the blanket made him look bigger. You didn't want to wake him, but you do want to know about his size.
You argued with yourself if you should look or not. What harm could it do if you just took a peek? Then again, Hyunwoo could wake up.
Your curiosity got the best of you, and you slowly moved the blanket away from his lower region. He was wearing basketball shorts to bed, so it was a bit hard to tell. He would definitely wake up if you took them off him.
You thought of ways to look without waking him, but you couldn't think of one. Maybe if you lifted the waistband a little bit, you could get a look. You decided you were going to try that.
You snuggled up next to him, and moved your hand to the waistband of his shorts, lifting it slightly. It crossed your mind that he would be wearing underwear, but you wanted to try anyway.
You saw by his v-line that he wasn't wearing any underwear. This alone excited you. You lifted his shorts up a little bit more, and your eyes widened at the sight before you. You stared in awe of his size.
You gasped slightly, as you kept looking at his appendage. You couldn't take your eyes off of it. If it was big like this soft, then you could only imagine what it looked like hard. The thought almost made you faint.
Hyunwoo stirred beneath you and opened his sleepy eyes. He was confused since he felt air down at the lower parts of his body. He looked and saw your hand on his shorts. He moved his body slightly, startling you. "Um, Y/N, baby...what are you doing?"
You stared at him wide-eyed still with your mouth open. You weren't sure how to respond. How can you explain that you were looking to see if he had a big dick or not? "I...uh was just.." You trailed off, sitting up on the bed.
"Why were you looking there?" He asked confused. Then it hit him, you were looking since you hadn't done anything sexual with each other yet. He sighed. "This is because we haven't had sex yet, isn't it? I'm sorry, about that...why didn't you say anything? You could've just asked."
Your cheeks warmed at his words. You weren't sure what to say to him, you didn't think he would say anything like that. "W-What?"
He bit his lip, eyes tinted with slight lust, but it was difficult to tell since it was dark. He quickly changed his expression and gave you a sweet smile. "Baby, I know that you've wanted to have sex with me, and I'm sorry that I haven't been able to. I was just...worried." He admitted.
"Why were you worried?" You asked before you put his hand in yours.
He looked down at the bed sheets and took a deep breath before he responded with, "Well...I was worried that I would hurt you because of my size."
Your eyes widened at his words, but you quickly composed yourself. You squeezed his hand, and looked into his eyes before saying, "Why don't we try? I'll let you know if it hurts or not."
"Are you sure?"
You nodded then kissed him. "I'm positive, Hyunwoo." He smirked, then he pulled you in for a kiss. He placed his hands on your hips, and moved your bodies so he was on top of you.
You reveled in the feelings of his thick lips on yours; they fit well with your own plump ones. He kissed you softly, but with need and passion. He wasn't forceful at all with you; just loving. He shyly traced his tongue on your bottom lip, and you opened your mouth for him.
He inserted his tongue in your wet cavern and explored every inch of it. You tasted so good to him; like candy almost. You had made out before, but this felt different; for both of you.
He put his hands on your hips, and held you tightly, but lovingly. You really liked how gentle he was with you; it made you feel loved. Everything about him was gentle, sweet and loving. You never once felt anything different.
He pulled his delicious lips away from yours, and he brought them to your neck. Soft moans escaped your lips as his kisses fluttered over your skin. He reached your soft spot, so your moans became louder. He kept kissing, licking and sucking that spot over and over; you were a mess.
Your hands were all over his body, starting to remove his shirt. He pulled away from you to take his shirt off, then he went back to you. He had one hand on your hip while the other hand inched up under your shirt and to your breasts.
You gasped when you felt his fingers brush against your nipple. Your body became extra sensitive to his touch, as you arched your back wanting more. His lips went back to yours, and you gripped his shoulders, holding him close to you.
He moved his hips, creating friction between them. You moaned into your kiss, so Hyunwoo did it again. To tease you, he pulled away from you. You looked confused, but then he began to remove your shirt. You sat up once your shirt was off.
You weren't wearing a bra, and once Hyunwoo saw this, he was practically drooling at your exposed chest. Your breasts were cute, a nice handful for Hyunwoo. You giggled the hungry look on his face; he was too cute.
Without any more hesitation, Hyunwoo was on top of you. He went straight to your breasts, kissing and sucking on your nipple, while his hand played with the other. You threw your head back and moaned his name softly.
Meanwhile, his other hand was slowly traveling down to the inside of your shorts. You gasped when you felt his finger begin to rub you through your panties. "Ah, Hyunwoo....yes." You moaned out. Your entire body was hot from his touch and kiss. Everything he did drove you wild.
Once Hyunwoo felt that he gave that nipple enough attention, he switched to the other one; causing it to harden in his mouth. Your hands were in his hair, tugging gently. He felt the blood rush south when you did that, and he wanted to relieve his growing problem.
He pulled away from your body, but he kept rubbing you, feeling your underwear get wetter with each movement. You were a moaning mess and he hadn't really touched you yet. Smirking to himself, he pulled your underwear down and threw them somewhere behind him.
Now you were completely naked under Hyunwoo. He looked your body up and down and smiled to himself. How you were his was beyond him; you were gorgeous. He managed to get himself out of his boxer briefs and he felt instant relief. His erection sprang free and your eyes practically bulged out of your head when you saw it. He was really big.
After looking you over for a few more seconds, he hovered over you. He kissed your chest, neck then went back up to your lips. You put your arms around his neck to hold him close to you as you felt his tip at your entrance. You moaned into your kiss, causing Hyunwoo to shiver slightly.
He pulled away to look you in the eye as he rolled on a condom. With the sweetest eyes, he asked, "A-Are you ready, Y/N?" You couldn't speak, so you nodded and kissed him. He smiled at you, then he slowly inserted himself inside you.
You gasped out at the new sensation filling your body. Hyunwoo stayed still so you could adjust to his size. He was worried he was hurting you, but by the look on your face, it looked like you were enjoying his length.
"Mmm, Hyunwoo...move, please." He didn't hesitate to move at your request. He groaned out at the pleasure; you felt so good around him. He kept his pace slow, and passionate. He loved you, and he would never want to hurt you in any way. Luckily, slight mewls of pleasure filled his ears, making him get harder (if possible).
Your hands moved to his shoulders, gripping tightly. You'd never been with a man as big as Hyunwoo before, but you were loving every second. The deeper he got, the better it was. your mewls turned into moans, which became louder and louder.
Hyunwoo quickened his pace slightly and he grabbed one of your legs, putting it around his waist. He was in a little deeper than before, and you almost couldn't handle the pleasure he gave you. The way he was making you feel was like nothing you had ever felt in your life. He was amazing.
You felt his lips attached to your own, intensifying everything. The kiss was gentle and loving, just like his hips. He reached one hand up to your breast and you moaned into their kisses. Your body was extra sensitive to his touch, and each thing he did had your head spinning.
His large hand cupped your breast, and he toyed with your nipple slightly, heightening your senses. You were feeling so many things at once, that your moans were uncontrollable at this point. He made you feel amazing; why hadn't you two had sex before?
Hyunwoo started to move his hips a little faster, but not too fast. To you, he was doing everything right. "Ah, Hyunwoo," You moaned out when he pulled away from you. His ears tingled at the sound of his name and it encouraged him to keep going.
He moved his lips to your neck where he kissed and nibbled lightly. Your arms were around his body, holding him close to you. Your nails dug into his back as the pleasure became more intense. To you, the only thing that mattered was Hyunwoo; nothing else, just him.
You felt yourself getting closer with each thrust he did, and you were a mess under him. You clenched around him, and he groaned out in pleasure. Hyunwoo moved his hand from your breast and back to your waist.
You screamed out his name when he angeled his hips a certain way. Hyunwoo smirked to himself, knowing he must have reached your spot by your loud noises. Your grip on him became tighter as you got closer to your orgasm. "Hyunwoo~ I'm so close." You moaned out just as your climax began to take over your body.
"I know baby, me too." He said between grunts. His hips were slowing down, but neither one of you cared. All you cared about was each other, and being connected together for the first time.
"Hyunwoo!!" You cried out when you let go and let your orgasm take over. You held him close, kissing him and enjoying the way he made you feel. He rode out your orgasm, while he finally gave into his own, spilling his seed in the condom.
He stopped his movements in you, breathing heavily before smiling at you. He pulled out of her, threw away the soiled condom then collapsed next to you. Your hot, sticky bodies clinging to one another as Hyunwoo held you tightly.
"How was it?" He asked sweetly before kissing your forehead.
Son Hyunwoo x Chae Hyungwon (Showhyung/ Hyungnu) | Gym Class! AU | bad Fluff | WC: 2.2k words
summary: Hyungwon lets his team down during gym class, resulting in everyone having to run laps and he expects the worst. But it never happens.
Hyungwon’s crush, Hyunwoo, may or may not have something to do with that.
a/n: my thirst for showhyung fics is real. nobody wants to write them, so i might as well... give it a try myself. also because son hyunwoo will always have a heart of gold and that is IMPORTANT.
Hyungwon hates gym.
He stands in a line with his peers, digging the toe of his shoe into the grass and waiting. He knows he’ll be waiting for a while as Wonho and Kihyun pick out the best teams possible for their head to head football match. And Hyungwon knows that, just like always, he’ll be picked last. Because Hyungwon sucks at all things sports-related, but especially football.
He pushes his hair back and glances at Hyunwoo as he’s chosen, feeling his cheeks heat up.
Hyunwoo is, by far, the best football player in Hyungwon’s gym class. He’s always picked first for everything. He’s all athletic and tan, with these strong thighs and muscular arms. He’s sort of perfect and Hyungwon has to remind himself not to stare as Hyunwoo jogs over to join his team.
The minutes tick by slowly until everyone is chosen except for Hyungwon and Jooheon, the asthmatic kid. Even he gets picked before Hyungwon usually.
Hyungwon looks up from the pattern his foot made in the grass with his toe when he doesn’t immediately hear Jooheon’s name being called and he sees Hyunwoo and Wonho arguing slightly. Finally, Wonho gives in with a sigh and a roll of his eyes.
“Chae Hyungwon,” he calls out, making Hyungwon’s jaw drop.
He stands there, not moving to join his team because, well, he couldn’t have possibly heard that right. Right?
“You gonna stand there all day, or are you going to join us, Hyungwon?” Hyunwoo asks sternly and Hyungwon instantly pinches himself to see if it’s a dream, or reality.
“Um. Yes. Joining.” He answers, still not feeling too sure of himself as he walks over to join his team.
“Good choice,” Hyunwoo smiles, patting his shoulder when Hyungwon stands next to him.
Hyungwon feels his ears heat up and bites his lip as Kihyun calls out Jooheon’s name and the teams are all even.
Hyungwon tries to pay attention in the huddle. They all know he can’t run, he’ll trip over his own feet, so he’s assigned to play goalie. After that, he spends the next few minutes trying to not dwell on his crush towards his own teammate.
“Alright, let’s go!” Wonho claps and they break apart, running to take their positions.
“Um,” Hyungwon stands there, unsure of which side of the pitch he’s supposed to be on. He’s alone. Because his teammates actually have a clue on what they’re doing.
Luckily, Wonho comes to his aid. “Chae,” he calls, pointing to the correct goal. “Stand there.”
“Yeah, thanks,” Hyungwon says, nodding like he knew that, he was just waiting for… his legs to start working.
Hyungwon jogs over to his goal and takes his place, hoping that he can pull through for his team.
The game is going pretty okay.
Hyungwon has only had to defend against one shot that went too out of the goal anyway. So, at least he hasn’t let his team down. Hyunwoo has been a boss on the field, stealing the ball and blocking most of the shots before they can get the ball to Hyungwon anyway.
Unfortunately, the other team actually has an amazing goalie so Hyungwon’s team hasn’t scored either, though not for the lack of trying.
“Three minutes!” the coach calls out, and Hyungwon already feels relief that the game is almost over and he’s managed not to embarrass himself. “The team that scores first, doesn’t have to run laps!”
“Oh shit,” Hyungwon says to himself as he sees Jooheon, dribbling the ball his way, giving him a look with renewed determination. Of course he wouldn’t want to run laps. It would be much easier on his lungs to not have to.
He’s not sure how but Hyungwon knows it even before Jooheon kicks the ball. He can tell which direction it’s going to go and he could stop it but Hyungwon has a crisis of conscience. Does he stop the ball and save his team from running laps? Or let it in and save Jooheon with asthma from the same fate? In the blink of an eye, Hyungwon has a decision to make. So he makes it. He dives towards the opposite side of the net, just to make absolutely certain that he doesn’t stop the ball accidentally. It makes him look like a fool and his teammates groan and curse loudly at him but Hyungwon’s used to it by now.
The coach blows his whistle and the game ends. “You know what to do!” he bellows and Hyungwon’s team starts running their laps around the field while Kihyun’s team sits on the bleachers and smirks, clapping Jooheon on the back.
After the first lap, Wonho passes Hyungwon, hissing something about how he knew he should have picked Jooheon for his team. Hyungwon feels awful but then he passes the other team and sees Jooheon sitting there breathing without the help of his inhaler and he pushes on, pretending he didn’t hear Wonho’s comment.
After eight laps around the field, coach blows his whistle again. “Alright, hit the showers!” he yells, and everyone moves to obey. A few people send dirty looks Hyungwon’s way and he hunches in on himself, feeling bad about letting the team down. He walks slowly behind the others, making it to the locker room when half of his class is already in the showers.
Hyungwon heads to his locker to grab his towel and finds none other than Son Hyunwoo leaning against it, playing with his phone as he waits.
“Oh,” Hyungwon says involuntarily, freezing in place a few steps away. He figured he was going to get shit for causing his team to run laps but he didn’t think the boy he had a crush on would be leading the charge.
“Hi,” Hyunwoo smiles, standing up straight when he sees Hyungwon.
“Um,” Hyungwon mumbles, unsure of what to do. Why is he smiling? “Hi?”
Hyunwoo’s smile fades a little and he looks concerned. “Can I talk to you for a second?”
“S-Sure, I guess,” Hyungwon answers, not moving any closer. He’s sure this must be some cruel prank from his teammates. Use Hyunwoo to draw him in and then shove him into a locker or something.
Hyunwoo stares expectantly, finally speaking when it’s obvious Hyungwon’s staying where he is. “It would be great and probably more private if you’d come closer.”
“Oh,” Hyungwon swallows, knowing he can’t deny a direct request from Hyunwoo like that. “Okay.”
Hyunwoo smiles again when Hyungwon comes closer, and as hard as he’s looking, Hyungwon can’t see any malice in it.
“Look,” Hyunwoo starts quietly when Hyungwon is right in front of him. “I know what you did out there for Jooheon. It couldn’t have been easy taking the blame for missing that shot but, I think it was pretty damn cool.”
Hyungwon looks around and sees Jooheon at his locker, half-dressed from his shower and still getting pats on the back from his teammates as he pulls on his shirt. Jooheon has a smile on his face and he’s probably never been in a position to feel appreciated like that in gym class before. Hyungwon hasn’t either and he’s not going to risk ruining it for Jooheon. He’s prepared to have half his gym class hate him for a while.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says when he turns back to Hyunwoo, looking at his shoes instead of his face. “I just really suck at football, end of story.”
Hyunwoo stands there silently for another fifteen seconds and Hyungwon can feel Hyunwoo’s gaze on him but he refuses to look up at the other boy. It’s killing him but he thinks having such a close-up view of Hyunwoo isn’t good for his heart anyways.
“Alright. If you say so, end of story,” Hyunwoo gives in, sounding like he doesn’t believe Hyungwon for a second. He reaches out and squeezes Hyungwon’s shoulder as he passes and Hyunwoo feels his heart clench right along with it.
Hyungwon takes a second to breathe, and then gets his towel. If he doesn’t hurry, he won’t have time for a shower before the bell rings.
Chae Hyungwon still hates gym class. Only a week has passed and he’s not looking forward to the reminders of his failure from the week before that he’s sure Wonho and the others are going to throw at him.
Except, when Hyungwon walks into the locker room to change for class, no one says anything. No one even looks at him.
Hyungwon shrugs to himself and moves to his locker. The silent treatment is better than insults, he supposed.
“Hey Hyungwon,” Hyunwoo says, clapping Hyungwon on the shoulder as he passes, already dressed in his gym clothes.
Hyungwon stares after him as he walks out the door. Okay, maybe not the silent treatment?
“Hey Chae,” Changkyun says as he follows Hyunwoo out.
Hyungwon stands there, bewildered with his gym shirt in his hands. Changkyun is one of those popular kids that Hyungwon didn’t even think knew his name.
It happens a few more times as Hyungwon is getting dressed and he’s seriously not sure what’s going on now. None of these people usually talk to him. He walks out to join his class, pushing his hair back as he goes and hopes for the best.
“This week’s form of torture,” the coach announces once everyone gathers in front of him, “is football again!”
Hyungwon groans internally. Seriously, you’d think football was the only sport that existed, the way they play it all the time.
“Team captains… Son Hyunwoo and Im Changkyun.”
Hyungwon sees Hyunwoo and Changkyun exchange a look as they take their places in front of everyone. He stares at his shoes and waits to be chosen last again.
“Hyungwon.” A voice calls out and Hyungwon’s head snaps back up, wondering why Hyunwoo’s calling him. Is he standing in the way of the person he had intended to call? He looks behind him and sees no one, so he looks back at Hyunwoo, confused.
“Care to join my team?” Hyunwoo is smiling at him, looking hopelessly endeared and Hyungwon doesn’t think anyone’s looked at him like that before.
“Oh, um, yes. Sorry.” Hyungwon answers a bit too enthusiastically probably, as he hurries over to stand next to him.
He barely hears Changkyun calling out Minhyuk’s name as Hyunwoo leans a little closer to him, placing a hand on the small of his back as he whispers, “Glad to have you.”
Hyungwon physically bit his lip to keep himself from replying “you can have me anytime you want.” It’s a struggle but he keeps it in, mumbling out a squeaky “thank you” before Hyunwoo calls out the next member on their team.
“Jooheon.” Hyunwoo’s next choice is Jooheon and Hyungwon knows what he’s doing. He’s picking all the people who get picked last first. Hyungwon thinks he might want to kiss him. Very badly. Right now. But that’s not exactly unusual. Hyungwon tries to clear his head and pay attention. He has to hold it together so he can make Hyunwoo proud of him.
Hyunwoo puts Hyungwon in goal again, leading him to the right one so there’s no confusion like last time.
In a brief moment of insanity, Hyungwon grabs Hyunwoo’s wrist before he can leave. “Thank you,” he says, “for picking me first. I know you’re just trying to be nice, letting the kids that get picked last feel great for once. It means a lot to me. You’re a great person, Hyunwoo.”
Hyunwoo smiles, eyes flickering down to Hyungwon’s hand as he lets go of Hyunwoo’s wrist. “The way I see it, letting the kid with asthma win so that he doesn’t have to run laps makes you a pretty great person too, Hyungwon. The other guys thinks so too. They’ll keep your secret.”
Hyungwon’s eyes widened. Of course, Hyunwoo would see through his lies. Hyungwon’s always been pretty transparent when it comes to Hyunwoo. No wonder people are talking to him, Hyunwoo told them what he’d done. It was sweet of him to make sure they wouldn’t tell Jooheon.
“And I didn’t pick you just to be nice,” Hyunwoo mentions, brushing his hand against the side of Hyungwon’s hand, letting his fingers graze Hyungwon’s for a split second, making his heart skip and his mouth go dry. “If we win today, maybe we can go out to dinner together, to celebrate?”
Hyungwon swallows, looking at Hyunwoo and nodding dumbly. Did- Did Hyunwoo just ask him out on a date?
Hyunwoo grins cheekily, biting his bottom lip. “Great,” he says, taking a slow step back. “Now, let’s show them what Chae Hyungwon is really made of.”
Turns out, Hyungwon is still shit at football. They still lose, though it’s not entirely Hyungwon’s fault this time. Hyunwoo still takes him on a date though… and a couple more after that.
Disclaimer: All of the things mentioned in this story are all works of fiction and have been made up by me, the author. I did not intend to make anything based on real life, and any coincidences to real life are purely coincidences.
Members: Shownu x Reader
Genre: Floofy Floof
Description: You and Shownu got each other for Secret Santa, and you get exactly what you wished for for Christmas.
Length: 2,321 words
Note: This is for the Boy Group Writer’s Net December Prompt Event.
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It’s hot and the sun is shining brightly on your shoulders as you and Shownu walk home from the subway. You’d known Shownu since senior year of college, having gotten to know him through common friends. After college you kept in contact through the same friends, but you had only seen each other during large group gatherings, which were only a couple of times a year, mostly around the holidays. That was until you moved into the same apartment building as him. You didn’t realize you lived in the same complex as him until you ran into him one day in the elevator.
Ever since that day, you’d started spending more time with him. From drinks after work to grabbing lunch on the weekends to catch the game at the local bar, you slowly began to spend every free moment with him. Whenever your friends hung out together, you always chose to commute with Shownu, the subway rides your own little getaway with him.
Somewhere in between all of these train rides, you’d begun to fall for him. He was quiet, but incredibly funny when he wanted to be. Plus, his smile was like a thousand suns, warming you to your core and leaving it’s mark on your heart. You never would have guessed you would fall for someone like him, but when you were alone with him, you couldn’t picture yourself with anyone else.
As sweat drips down your neck, you wrap your hair into a high bun, trying to uncover more of your skin to the light breeze as it blows. You beg your body to cool down as you daydream of cooler months ahead.
“Man, I wish it was winter,” you murmur.
“I don’t,” Shownu states.
You turn your head slightly to stare at him and his eyes are looking up at the clouds overhead. “Why not?” you inquire, wondering how anyone wouldn’t wish for this god awful heat to end.
“Because, winter means Christmas, and Christmas means stressing about getting the perfect gifts for people,” his eyes meet yours and you furrow your brows.
“Nah, presents are easy. I already know everything I want. And if you can’t ever decide what to get someone, you can’t go wrong with a gift card or a new sweater,” you nod your head, pleased with your answer.
He snorted. “Is that what you want? Gift cards and a new sweater?” You pushed against his bare shoulder. He barely moved, and snorted again.
“No,” you rolled your eyes. “I’ve had my eyes on this waffle maker that makes waffles in the shape of Mickey Mouse.”
You don’t see it, but Shownu raises his eyebrows as he glances at you.
“I know it’s stupid, but it’s so cute, and it’s cheap. Like, surprisingly cheap. But, I can’t bring myself to waste the money and buy it right now, so I’m probably going to ask my parents to get it for me for Christmas,” you laugh.
You stare down at the barely uncovered gift in front of you. Mickey Mouse’s face in waffle form stares right back at you. The waffle maker you’ve wanted for months now is sitting in your lap. Your heart races as you you try to remember telling someone else besides Shownu about your want for this, but you fail to come up with another name. Now that it’s right here in front of you, you remember how much you wanted this back in the summertime, but when push came to shove you forgot to tell your parents about this when they asked for your Christmas list.
“What is it?” your best friend shouts from the couch.
“Yeah, come on unwrap it!” someone else shouts.
You finish tearing off the wrapping paper, speechless when the whole box is finally revealed.
“A waffle maker?” the girl next to you asks. “I thought the limit was $40?”
You look over at her, and try to speak. “It’s...it’s under $40. The limit was $40, but this one is under that.”
Your best friend laughs and says, “How do you know that?”
“Because,” you explain. “I’ve had my eye on this one in particular for months now.”
Her eyes narrow, not really understanding still, but she doesn’t press it anymore and neither does anyone else. Your heart is still beating a mile a minute as someone on the other side of the room asks whose turn is next. You haven’t come to terms with the fact that Shownu is your Secret Santa yet, but all you want to in this moment is to catch his eye and silently thank him for this. You can feel his eyes on you as well, aware that he’s watching your reaction even after the attention has been refocused to the girl on your right.
You’re amazed that he remembered after all those months had gone by, and wondered how long he’d had this gift, how long he’d waited to give it to you. It vaguely crosses your mind that you it’s an amazing coincidence that you had pulled each other for Secret Santas, and you consider for a moment that your friends had somehow set it up for you and him to be each other’s Secret Santa. But, you’re more focused on the worry you have that your gift for him would pale in comparison to the one he had given to you.
All you had thought of to buy him was a new hat. He was always complaining that his one beanie was old and starting to fray at the seams. At the time you imagined it would be a heartfelt gift, but staring across at the present he held in his lap, you felt idiotic for thinking it would in any way compare to this. Then again, the thought crosses your mind you had no way of knowing he would be your Secret Santa and that he would remember your conversation from months prior.
While you were lost in your thoughts, it was Shownu’s turn to open his gift. He’d been watching you since you opened yours, and was perplexed by your reaction to the gift. When you didn’t smile or meet his eyes, he was worried that you had already bought one, or someone had already gifted you one, and you were thinking of how best to return his gift without being rude. But, as he began unwrapping his gift, he let his eyes fall back to the present on his lap.
You didn’t know how long you had zoned out on your own, but when you chimed back in, Shownu was unwrapping his present. Your face grew hot as he opened the box, embarrassed now by your sad attempt at a personal present.
But his face read otherwise, while you had refused to meet his eyes after opening yours, you were the first person he looked at as he took his new beanie out of the box. His eyes were full of amazement and you were taken aback by his unwavering gaze. You tore your eyes away first, and when everyone else in the room laughed at such a simple gift, he waved their comments off saying he was really grateful for his gift.
When the time came for everyone to guess who their Secret Santas were, you purposefully guessed wrong because you weren’t sure how to confront or thank him yet for such an amazing gift. He did the same, hoping to thank you personally on your walk home.
By the time you left the party, gifts in hand, it had begun to snow outside. You skirted around the topic looming overhead for the entire walk to the subway, as well as the entire ride to your shared stop. But when you got off the subway, snow falling harder than ever, silence feel between you and Shownu.
You were still hesitant to bring it up, but you knew you would feel horrible if you never properly thanked him for the waffle maker. So your unease at not being polite won out.
“Thanks for the waffle maker, by the way,” you whispered. You noticed him turn his head to stare at you as the snow fell.
“Well, I should be thanking you for this hat,” he responded. You turned now to catch his eyes, only for him to turn away, eyes cast up to watch flakes as they fell from the sky. You wondered how he had known it was you, but before you could ask him he took the words straight out of your mouth. “How did you know?”
When Shownu looked back at you, snow crunching softly under his feet, your mouth was opened slightly, and your hands were clutching the bag that held your waffle maker so tightly your knuckles were starting to match the snow. He tried to hide the smile that began spread across his lips and into to his eyes by turning his face away and coughing. He was deeply intrigued to know how you had known he was your Secret Santa, and why if you’d known you hadn’t guessed correctly.
You finally found your voice, and spoke as best as you could while trying to conceal your own smile. “You were the only one I told.”
He doesn’t respond, instead reaching up to adjust his hat on his head. You watch him out of the corners of your eyes, and you notice his lips are upturned in the slightest bit, but you can’t read his eyes to find out why. Regardless, you and Shownu make the rest of the trek back to your apartment building in silence.
The elevator rings, and as you wait for the doors to open, you turn to Shownu and ask if he wants to come over for a cup of coffee, “Decaf, of course.”
He twists to face you in the elevator. “I mean, I’d love to. But, can I ask why?”
His eyes don’t show any hint of confusion, instead he almost looks eager, but you explain, “I mean, I feel bad. You got me this waffle maker and all I got you was a hat.”
Shownu’s smile takes over his face as he lets out a soft chuckle. “All I wanted was this hat, Y/N,” he bites his lip as he presses the number for your floor.
The ride up is spent in comfortable silence, and before you can regret asking him over, you’re standing in the entryway to your apartment, your body beginning to return to its normal temperature. You’ve barely had time to take off your shoes and jacket before you hear him clear his throat.
When you turn back to stare at him, his eyes won’t meet yours. Instead they’re staring at the ceiling above your head. You look up to see what he’s staring at, and in the blink of an eye the cold that had seeped its way into your bones on the walk back was gone, a flush taking over your entire body.
You had completely forgotten you’d hung up mistletoe in your entryway. Your parents had sent it to you as a gag gift, saying you had to have something special for your first Christmas in your apartment. Now you wished you had just left it in the box, or had thrown it away. You speak up, trying to mask the utter embarrassment you feel with laughter.
“OH, that,” your laugh begins to sound panicked and uncomfortable. “My parents gave that to me as a gag gift.” Shownu is staring at you now, but his face doesn’t show signs of amusement, and your flush only grows hotter at the intensity in his eyes.
“It was just a joke,” you mutter, running your hands through your hair. Although now it doesn’t feel like such a joke, and you really wish he would say something instead of just staring at you. You want him to kiss you, you’ve wanted him to kiss you for a long time, and even though this is the exact perfect excuse for you to get your real Christmas wish, your mouth forces out the words to make the situation less uncomfortable, “You don’t have to kiss me. Promise.”
His eyebrows furrow slightly, as your lip tucks between your teeth, eyes darting down to stare at the floor. When he doesn’t speak, you smooth your shirt out and scratch the back of your neck. You’re not sure if you should just walk away or stand here and wait for him to say something. You’re counting the seconds of silence it’s been and your cheeks grow hotter with every second that passes, sure he’s never going to speak to you again after tonight.
The silence begins to grow unbearable and just when you feel the urge to speak to fill it, Shownu inhales deeply. You think he’s going to tell you how embarrassing this is, how stupid you are to think he would want to kiss you, but instead he utters quietly, “Y/N.”
You glance up at him, and his eyes are trained on yours. He takes one step closer, and he glances down to your lips and whispers, “It’s mistletoe rules. Plus, I want to.”
As Shownu leans down to kiss you, you silently thank your parents for this ridiculous gift.
When his lips meet yours, it’s like no ever kiss you’ve ever received. Your stomach tightens and releases, butterflies exploding throughout your body. You feel lightheaded for a moment, but his grip on your back keeps you steady in your place. And, as your fingers tangle in his hair, you push deeper into his kiss, heart pumping so fast you swear he can feel it against his chest.
Shownu pulls away first and your breath takes a moment to return to your lungs. He’s smiling so wide you can’t help but do the same. “Well,” you start. “How would you like some waffles with your coffee?”
[9:00am] you throw the covers over your heads, snuggling closer to a sleepy Shownu. He kisses you tenderly, resting his forehead against yours, listening to you giggle, his own lips curling into a smile. You continue to steal more kisses, nudging his nose with yours when he groans in playful protest.
[8:41am] Shownu watches you brush your teeth lethargically beside him through the bathroom mirror, bleary eyed and tired. He leans in with the intention of making you smile by placing a minty, foamy kiss to your cheek.
“Gross,” you mutter around the foam in your mouth.
“But not gross enough for you to pull away?” It sounds like a question but he raises his eyebrows as if he’s made a point.
A small smile does eventually tug on your lips. You lean forward over the sink and rinse your mouth, pulling him down towards you again and kissing his foamy lips in return.
[3:30pm] “Close your eyes.” Shownu whispers, covering them with his gloved hands.
“It’s not like I have much of a choice now, is it?” You quip back, biting back a smile. But a queasy pang in your stomach stirs up more than just nerves. “You know I hate surprises.”
“I know, baby. I know. But... I know you’ll love this one.” He drops one hand and threads it through your own to gently tug you along the leafy riverbank. The little stream is your only other guide, the birds singing in the trees also offering their help to navigate.
The air is brisk, almost sharp and your breaths curl out in a fog with every exhale. You’d walked this way a hundred times, during every season, but your favourite by far is definitely winter.
Shownu comes to an abrupt stop, steadying you on your feet after you bump into him. “We’re here,” he lets go of your hand, but you’re still too nervous to open your eyes, your lids squeezing tighter together.
“Baby, come on. I promise you’ll love it.” You can hear the smile in his voice and it’s nearly enough to coax your eyes open.
You huff out a sharp breath of air in frustration. “I hate the anticipation. I could punch you for this.”
“Well if you open your eyes and see what’s in front of you then maybe you won’t have to.” This time you can hear the eye roll and it’s more than enough to provoke you into opening your eyes.
You blink long and hard as your eyes adjust to the light of the setting sun behind the bare trees, bright and yellow. Your gaze moves over to settle on Shownu by a little gazebo meant for looking over the stream.
But he’s on one knee. With a little velvet box in one hand.
“B-Before you get the wrong idea, I-I’m not proposing. I mean, not yet– I think we still have a lot to talk about for that to happen. I actually don’t know what I’m doing, but I–”
“One year,” you say, breathless, perhaps a little lightheaded. “Our anniversary. It’s been one year.”
“Yeah,” he chuckles, averting his eyes. He sniffs, nose and cheeks all red from the cold. “They’re not even rings, they’re bracelets.” He laughs again, this time a little apprehensively and stands.
“I don’t care what they are, I love them.” You knock into him head first as you dive in for a hug, your heart swelling at the romantic gesture. You kiss his neck beneath the fabric of his scarf, where he’s most warm, but find his lips a little too irresistible. “I love you,” you whisper after pulling away.
“You haven’t seen them yet. You might not love me if you find they’re not to your taste.” He teases, a glint of mischief flashing through his eyes.
You playfully punch his shoulder in response, laughter bubbling up in your chest. “You know that as long as I have you, gold is worth as much as the soil it’s found in.”
