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⿴ ≡ Im Changkyun (Idol! Changkyun x NonIdol!ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) Palavras: 1.487 words Avisos: sexo explícito (basicamente porno com plot), muitos beijos (Chang com um piercing nosnlabios…) leve cockwarming. ⚠️MENORES POR FAVOR NÃO INTERAGIR⚠️≡ ⿴
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⿴ ≡ Im Changkyun (Idol! Changkyun x NonIdol!ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) Words: 1.487 words Warnings: explicit sex; Changkyun lip piercing, so lots of kisses; slightly cockwarming. ⚠️MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT⚠️≡ ⿴
Hot. Between a lot of adjectives, this one is the best to define my boyfriend. Even more now. Changkyun was getting ready to be at the stage with his group mates, what it meant I could only see his clothes when I scaped to see him. And I confess I wasn’t ready to what I saw.
Changkyun appeared with his tight black jeans, and a red jacket covering his shirt. But what coght me out of guard it was on his lips. A piercing at his low lip. “hey babe!” His grasp voice and smirk added to the another piercing but on his eyebrow, and that gives me the feeling that it was something purposeful. “What you thought about the clothes of tonight?” The brown haired guy comes closer smiling.
I get up, and when his body is in front of me, I abruptly pull him closer, holding his hips “A big hottie”. I gave him the compliment listening his low laugh “babe, what do you think of keep this up when we get home?” I ask looking straight to his lip piercing not having the intention to hide that his previous plan to get into me had worked.
“Anything that my babe wants” Chang hug my hips and I smile with that. I stand on tiptoes to reach to his face and and I quickly pull his low lip with my teeth whispering near him “great”. I can see his eyes getting darker, but when he leans Shownu’s voices is heard at the door calling him to go to the stage. The boy grunt disappointed, and before he leaves I repeat his actions receiving a warning look from him.
…
During all the concert I saw how I wasn’t the only one to appreciate his fake piercing, listening from some fans beside me talking about ‘how hot’ he was. And in fact he really was, but besides his look, he was acting tease, knowing how hot he is.
I’ve had never seeing him left the stage in such a hurry, and getting into the car to ride us home also quickly. And I couldn’t hold the laugh when he rushed to our apartment door unlocking it pretty fast. We barely get into the house, when Changkyun press me against the wood kissing me voraciously taking away my breath. “Babe…lock…the door…” I try to tell him between the kiss. Im grunt at my lips doing what I told.
Not wanting to wait anymore, the brown haired guy get me into his arms and lead the both of us to the room. When we get there I start to undress him, starting with his shirt that with an a second its already at the floor. I take a time to look at his torso and I can’t resist to the urging to kiss and bite his taned skin, felling his breathing getting choppy.
I back to kiss his lips feeling once again the metal against my own lips, and letting my hands starting to unzip his belt “damn babe, If I knew how it would reach you, I would had used the lip piercing before” I smile bitting his lip answering him “then don’t stop using it”.
Changkyun take my shirt off and lay me on the bad, we both smile and I watch the way that his eyes go through my body before he do what I have done with his own. One of his large hands go straight to my breast and squeeze it on top of the bowl of my bra “babe you have a really big heart” Changkyun jokes smirking “shut up” it’s the answer that he receives from me, before I pull his face so I can kiss him one more time.
All of Changkyun’s kisses are delicious, but his fake piercing let his lips even better. I help him to take it off my underwear, and without any hesitation, Changkyun take his time making me going crazy. While his face was on top of my body, I trie to gain some friction moving my hips against his own to get what I want. “Changie, I need you” I use his pet name to sinalize to him how needy I’m for him. “How you are being a good girl, I’m gonna let you decide what do you want first… my mouth or my fingers baby?” My boyfriend ask me kissing my neck, the place he knows that get me weak. “Both” I answer him taking a deep breath and feel his smile against my skin. We take the rest of ours clothes faster that we can.
Im hold my tights after getting comfortable on the bed, and I definitely wasn’t expecting the way that he sucked my clit, making me moan out loud. Changkyun introduce his tongue, moving the way that he knows that it drive’s me crazy. The feeling of his piercing on my heated skin brings a even better feeling.
Changkyun definitely knows how to use his tongue, but he knows even more how to use it with his fingers, because at the moment that he decided to use both of them on me, my head gets cloudy, and the only thing I know how to do right now, is moan. “You’re so pretty like this baby but why don’t you moan a little louder?” I already know what to expect when I heard his words, but that doesn’t mean I was actually ready to when he hold me even tighter and eat me out faster and roughly. While Changkyun was having his face deeper on my intimacy, my hips tried to leave his embarace, but only being a action of reflex, however his strong hands keep me on my pace. How he previously had planned, my moans start to increase, and are now showing how desperate I’m. “Babe…i’m…” I try to mumble something, and i know that he understood, once he start to move faster. I don’t need not even five minuts, and already feel my climax, still my boyfriend keeps with is oral movements making me tremble even more.
“As always, a bigg hottie” I see the boy smirk cleaning the corner of his lips. I melt under his eyes over my body and I try to calm my breath “look at you…so beautifull” Chang take his lips to mine and start to assert his dominance over the kiss, and over me.
I leade my hands over the bulge on his pants and I hear his moan against mine mouth. I free him from the belt and take his pants off, leting be visible his needs. Once Chang take off his red underwear, I can see that his dripping so I give him a little 'help’. “Fuck babe! You have magic hands!” I hear him while I move my hands in a slow pace on his member. Changkyun throw back his head and I smile with the sinner vision my boyfriend gives to me. The swet start raising in his neck, making him even more irrestible. “Fuck it, I need to be inside you” Im holds my face bitting my low lip. I confirm with my head before pull away from him while he gets the condoms in the drawer besides the bed. Changkyun take a deep breath while put the protection on himself and that noise it’s music for my ears.
At the moment he is at the bed, I pull his body to sit with his back at the wall. “Today I want to ride you” I explain while I bite his lip that was shining with a smirk. I sit on his member slowly, feeling him fill me up completely. “Move” I’m commandad, and so I do, starting to move my hips slowly.
I hold Changkyun’s face apreciating his beauty. He had his eyes closed, had back supporting at the wall, pure pleasure stamped on his face, and leaving his mouth low and huscky moans that send shivers to all my body. When he’s eyes open and he looks at me, I can see the luxury presence on them. “Like what you see babe?”
"A lot“ is my answer before another wild kiss, and Changkyun starts to move against my hips. Hitting my 'G’ spot, and once more, my moans volume up. I hold myself on the brown haired guy, unintentiolly scratching his back, and he let his lips on my neck increasing my pleasure.
Not much later, I reach my seacond high, falling in over his body, that keep it moving reaching his own pleasure, reaching it not much after I did, holding me against himself. We keep hugging at the same position trying comeback to normal. I smile feeling his hand caressing my back.
”I definetly gonna buy more of these" Chang speaks throught the silence,making me laugh slightly. “You get even more hot with that” I answer kissing the skin I could reach. We comeback to stay in silence for a couple more of seaconds until Chang speaks again “You know, this is kinda good”
I face him in doubt until realise that he was still inside me “That’s your way to ask for try cockwarming?” I ask and my boyfriend close his eyes confirming with his head a little embarraced. “You think you can stand still?” I ask and he look at me with shining eyes “Is that a 'yes’?” “If you take this condoms off and we take a shower before, than yes” I watch when my answer makes my boyfriend smile.
So we take a relaxing shower and fallen into the bed, even closer as before.
…
I’m so sorry I took me so long to translate this, but I don’t know what happend, but once I Write something, I get shy reading again ksnsjs ANYWAY please let me know what you think, and if I did something wrong. Wuv ya! 🌹💖
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Just left twitter and I'm really sensitive over Changkyun. He's one of the most beautiful souls (and hearts) I've ever seen. His father done a really good job with him. I'm a very proud monbebe right now
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⿴ ≡ Im Changkyun (Idol! Changkyun x NonIdol!ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) Words: 1.487 words Warnings: explicit sex; Changkyun lip piercing, so lots of kisses; slightly cockwarming. ⚠️MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT⚠️≡ ⿴
Hot. Between a lot of adjectives, this one is the best to define my boyfriend. Even more now. Changkyun was getting ready to be at the stage with his group mates, what it meant I could only see his clothes when I scaped to see him. And I confess I wasn’t ready to what I saw.
Changkyun appeared with his tight black jeans, and a red jacket covering his shirt. But what coght me out of guard it was on his lips. A piercing at his low lip. “hey babe!” His grasp voice and smirk added to the another piercing but on his eyebrow, and that gives me the feeling that it was something purposeful. “What you thought about the clothes of tonight?” The brown haired guy comes closer smiling.
I get up, and when his body is in front of me, I abruptly pull him closer, holding his hips “A big hottie”. I gave him the compliment listening his low laugh “babe, what do you think of keep this up when we get home?” I ask looking straight to his lip piercing not having the intention to hide that his previous plan to get into me had worked.
“Anything that my babe wants” Chang hug my hips and I smile with that. I stand on tiptoes to reach to his face and and I quickly pull his low lip with my teeth whispering near him “great”. I can see his eyes getting darker, but when he leans Shownu’s voices is heard at the door calling him to go to the stage. The boy grunt disappointed, and before he leaves I repeat his actions receiving a warning look from him.
…
During all the concert I saw how I wasn’t the only one to appreciate his fake piercing, listening from some fans beside me talking about ‘how hot’ he was. And in fact he really was, but besides his look, he was acting tease, knowing how hot he is.
I’ve had never seeing him left the stage in such a hurry, and getting into the car to ride us home also quickly. And I couldn’t hold the laugh when he rushed to our apartment door unlocking it pretty fast. We barely get into the house, when Changkyun press me against the wood kissing me voraciously taking away my breath. “Babe…lock…the door…” I try to tell him between the kiss. Im grunt at my lips doing what I told.
Not wanting to wait anymore, the brown haired guy get me into his arms and lead the both of us to the room. When we get there I start to undress him, starting with his shirt that with an a second its already at the floor. I take a time to look at his torso and I can’t resist to the urging to kiss and bite his taned skin, felling his breathing getting choppy.
I back to kiss his lips feeling once again the metal against my own lips, and letting my hands starting to unzip his belt “damn babe, If I knew how it would reach you, I would had used the lip piercing before” I smile bitting his lip answering him “then don’t stop using it”.
Changkyun take my shirt off and lay me on the bad, we both smile and I watch the way that his eyes go through my body before he do what I have done with his own. One of his large hands go straight to my breast and squeeze it on top of the bowl of my bra “babe you have a really big heart” Changkyun jokes smirking “shut up” it’s the answer that he receives from me, before I pull his face so I can kiss him one more time.
All of Changkyun’s kisses are delicious, but his fake piercing let his lips even better. I help him to take it off my underwear, and without any hesitation, Changkyun take his time making me going crazy. While his face was on top of my body, I trie to gain some friction moving my hips against his own to get what I want. “Changie, I need you” I use his pet name to sinalize to him how needy I’m for him. “How you are being a good girl, I’m gonna let you decide what do you want first… my mouth or my fingers baby?” My boyfriend ask me kissing my neck, the place he knows that get me weak. “Both” I answer him taking a deep breath and feel his smile against my skin. We take the rest of ours clothes faster that we can.
Im hold my tights after getting comfortable on the bed, and I definitely wasn’t expecting the way that he sucked my clit, making me moan out loud. Changkyun introduce his tongue, moving the way that he knows that it drive’s me crazy. The feeling of his piercing on my heated skin brings a even better feeling.
Changkyun definitely knows how to use his tongue, but he knows even more how to use it with his fingers, because at the moment that he decided to use both of them on me, my head gets cloudy, and the only thing I know how to do right now, is moan. “You’re so pretty like this baby but why don’t you moan a little louder?” I already know what to expect when I heard his words, but that doesn’t mean I was actually ready to when he hold me even tighter and eat me out faster and roughly. While Changkyun was having his face deeper on my intimacy, my hips tried to leave his embarace, but only being a action of reflex, however his strong hands keep me on my pace. How he previously had planned, my moans start to increase, and are now showing how desperate I’m. “Babe…i’m…” I try to mumble something, and i know that he understood, once he start to move faster. I don’t need not even five minuts, and already feel my climax, still my boyfriend keeps with is oral movements making me tremble even more.
“As always, a bigg hottie” I see the boy smirk cleaning the corner of his lips. I melt under his eyes over my body and I try to calm my breath “look at you…so beautifull” Chang take his lips to mine and start to assert his dominance over the kiss, and over me.
I leade my hands over the bulge on his pants and I hear his moan against mine mouth. I free him from the belt and take his pants off, leting be visible his needs. Once Chang take off his red underwear, I can see that his dripping so I give him a little 'help’. “Fuck babe! You have magic hands!” I hear him while I move my hands in a slow pace on his member. Changkyun throw back his head and I smile with the sinner vision my boyfriend gives to me. The swet start raising in his neck, making him even more irrestible. “Fuck it, I need to be inside you” Im holds my face bitting my low lip. I confirm with my head before pull away from him while he gets the condoms in the drawer besides the bed. Changkyun take a deep breath while put the protection on himself and that noise it’s music for my ears.
At the moment he is at the bed, I pull his body to sit with his back at the wall. “Today I want to ride you” I explain while I bite his lip that was shining with a smirk. I sit on his member slowly, feeling him fill me up completely. “Move” I’m commandad, and so I do, starting to move my hips slowly.
I hold Changkyun’s face apreciating his beauty. He had his eyes closed, had back supporting at the wall, pure pleasure stamped on his face, and leaving his mouth low and huscky moans that send shivers to all my body. When he’s eyes open and he looks at me, I can see the luxury presence on them. “Like what you see babe?”
"A lot“ is my answer before another wild kiss, and Changkyun starts to move against my hips. Hitting my 'G’ spot, and once more, my moans volume up. I hold myself on the brown haired guy, unintentiolly scratching his back, and he let his lips on my neck increasing my pleasure.
Not much later, I reach my seacond high, falling in over his body, that keep it moving reaching his own pleasure, reaching it not much after I did, holding me against himself. We keep hugging at the same position trying comeback to normal. I smile feeling his hand caressing my back.
”I definetly gonna buy more of these" Chang speaks throught the silence,making me laugh slightly. “You get even more hot with that” I answer kissing the skin I could reach. We comeback to stay in silence for a couple more of seaconds until Chang speaks again “You know, this is kinda good”
I face him in doubt until realise that he was still inside me “That’s your way to ask for try cockwarming?” I ask and my boyfriend close his eyes confirming with his head a little embarraced. “You think you can stand still?” I ask and he look at me with shining eyes “Is that a 'yes’?” “If you take this condoms off and we take a shower before, than yes” I watch when my answer makes my boyfriend smile.
So we take a relaxing shower and fallen into the bed, even closer as before.
…
I’m so sorry I took me so long to translate this, but I don’t know what happend, but once I Write something, I get shy reading again ksnsjs ANYWAY please let me know what you think, and if I did something wrong. Wuv ya! 🌹💖
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This is so cute 🥺
Idk if this is your thing so you can ignore it but do you have any soft thoughts about Changkyun as a boyfriend maybe? 👀
makes playlists for you for every occasion— doesn’t even have to be a special day, he’ll just make one when he’s thinking about you
loves listening to the stories you tell him (especially the ones that involve drama from your friends)
clingy. like. honey-level clingy.
he’s always taking you on dates, even when you’ve been dating for what feels like forever
refuses to let you drive (you haven’t hit that many curbs 🙄 but you’re happy to be the navigator slash dj whenever you’re in the car together… you also like taking naps while he drives which he finds so endearing even though you always try to stay awake)
but speaking of sleeping he loves taking naps together. he claims to have better dreams when you’re around.
cooks for u <3
is the perfect stepdad to your cat and insists on adopting another one so they can have a sibling
he’s very touchy with you so he’d just like holding hands or having his arm around you throughout the day
plays with your hair and rubs your shoulders too
he does tend to get fussy at times but you’re always an easy fix to that. most of the time.
“you should’ve known by this time”
“Changkyun one shot”
Pairing: Im Changkyun x female reader
Genre: Fluff
Warning: There’s none because it’s fluff
Word count: 1.5K
Author’s note: it’s my first time writing changkun’s one shot, yes, he finally made me write because the amount of changkyun I’m consuming every day is insane, really. And I can’t believe I wrote his fluff, I was wondering how did it turn out, hope anyone reading this would like it, happy reading:)
We were sitting on my bed; I was sitting on the corner of my bed and he was in the middle of the bed. I was holding his hand and he was holding mine with a tight grip. He was holding me tight probably because he’s scared, I will fall off from the bed since I was literally on the corner of my bed. I was trying to click his picture from there in my phone. The hand, I was holding was stretched out and another hand was gripping my phone, I was so focused on the phone’s camera because I was trying to click his picture without any filter and he was bare faced. Once I clicked and he heard the sound; he pulled me towards him, making me shove the phone on his face. The way he pulled me, it caught me off guard, I am somehow glad he couldn’t hear my heart beat, which was beating like crazy. The proximity kills me at times, because my heart doesn’t know how to stop reacting from this close proximity. I looked at him, retracting from the position which we were in earlier, he was still holding my hand, “you look so freaking good and handsome even though you’re 4 years older than me hump!” I meant it, he looked so good like so fine in bare face. Sometimes I look at him and think, how is he even older than me? he is just so good looking, I feel like I don’t appreciate him enough.
He was laughing, and his cute dimples were visible, one day I wish I could actually dive into his dimples, but I am keeping these fantasies to me because I shouldn’t let these feelings grow any deeper, he is my neighbour Changkyun who happened to be my crush and then he is the idol I.M for the world “and look at me” I told him, with my sulky face, his face changed from a smiling one to an unreadable face. He was staring at me, I took this as a chance and went to the different side of the bed to click his picture from a different angel, he probably caught it and he was covering his face with the other hand because he was still holding me with one hand.
“See you look so good, no doubt your fans love you and are head over heels for you” and before I could say anything more to him, he pulled me again and this time he wrapped his hands on me, his chin was on my shoulder. I was too shocked to react, anything. I could feel my heartbeat and his as well, basically mine was beating faster than his, which was very expected because of the proximity.
His lips were near my ears and he said “you look pretty as well and I am glad no one claimed you yet, because” afraid that I would fall because of him, my other hand made its way to his waist and I wrapped my hands around his waist, his lips touched my ears, my skin “I want you as mine”
A shiver ran down my spine, I couldn’t think of anything else for a moment. Thank god my face was on his chest and he couldn’t look at me, my face was red, because of the blush and I hate the fact blush is always noticeable on my face.
The urge to fight back or ask him why was he flirting with me like this, he should know that he is not allowed to do this with me, because my heart can’t take it. My heart just responds to everything he does.
I couldn’t believe what he asked me, “you don’t believe me?” his words were telling my mind a thing and my heart other thing, how badly I wanted to believe him and wanted to escape right now, I couldn’t face him, “you should’ve known by this time… because I… love.. it… when… you….” he trailed off, our cheeks touched, I could feel him turning his face and his lips were just few centimeters away from my cheeks, to have a contact.
I would die for this, my heart was beating so fast, having a crush on him, was so dangerous. As if he just doesn’t kill me with his voice and his dimples. I felt a slight brush of his lips on my cheeks and I heard my mum’s voice. I got a chance to escape because if I stayed here a single second more with him my heart would go crazy and I wouldn’t have any control over myself and I would end up kissing him even before he says anything to me.
“Yah, mum came let me go I'm hungry” and I pushed him, went away. I left him on my bed, I wanted to run away but I couldn’t because mom might see me like this, all red and might ask. No one knows about my crush and the deep feelings I’m having for Changkyun. I went out of my room as normally as I could. He was coming after me, I went to kitchen and he followed me. “Mum” she looked at me and then she spotted him.
“Ah, Changkyun is here as well? Did you bring her home?” we were out for a small gathering with friends and he took me because he said he wanted me to come, and since I was bored at home, I accompanied him also because he came back home after a long time and I wanted to see him.
“Yes, I brought her back home, she was bored there” I shot him a look, it was him who looked bored so I told him, let’s go back home and he suggested he would stay with me, until my mum comes back home.
I hit him on his arm, “YAH”
“WHAT?” he eyed me, “go back to her room, I’ll bring fruits for you guys and Changkyun you came home after a long time, don’t you miss me or her?” my eyes widen the moment my mum mentioned me, why would she say that, “MUM when did I-
“I missed you, and I missed her a little more this time and it’s been a long time since I last visited.” he should stop saying stuffs like this because my heart can’t take more.
“We are going back to my room mum” and I walked towards my room, the moment we entered our room, he closed the door behind me, and held my hand, I didn’t look back at him, not yet.
He pulled me in his embrace, he hugged me from back, and slowly my mind understood what was he doing, he was back hugging me, his arms around my waist, holding me with delicacy. My breathing stopped; I couldn’t react.
“Stop here for a minute” I nodded, without knowing what to do next, I turned to look at him after few seconds passed. His eyes looked at mine, way too intensely, I was lost in his eyes, “I didn’t lie when I said I missed you a little more this time” his hands trailed up to hold my cheeks, his fingers were caressing my cheeks, “really” his eyes softened, “I missed you, what about you, didn’t you miss me?”
How was I supposed to answer to him when his touches were doing things to my mind and my body, “I… did, I
Before I could reply him, with ‘I did, I missed you, as if missing wasn’t enough, I just wanted you to come back home, just to see me, I wanted to see you, infornt of me’. His lips touched mine, my eyes closed as if this felt like a dream, his lips were soft, softer than a feather. His other hand went to my waist and pulled me closer, my hands were resting on his chest, after few seconds he pulled himself back.
He was looking at me, his hands were resting on my cheeks, they were holding me, his touch was so soft, I forgot to speak and breath. I took a deep breath and told me, what I wanted to tell him, “I missed you, more than you could miss me, I wanted to hear your voice, I wanted to see you infront of me, just me, I wanted you to come back home and see me, even if it meant for a second, I just wanted to…” I was startled by his sudden move, he turned me, and my back touched the wall of my room, I was about to continue, and he kissed me again, this kiss was different, from the earlier, one. This was more like he was claiming me, the way he told me he would claim me. He stopped kissing me and said “you’ve no idea how much you drive me insane.” He was holding my chin.
“I didn’t lie when I said I wanted you as mine, because I want you to be just mine and waited to know you more, so here I am.” I was so taken aback from his sudden confession; my mind went blank when he kissed me again.
“I want to fall deeper in your love Changkyun”
“Changkyun one shot”
Pairing: Im Changkyun x female reader
Genre: Fluff
Warning: There’s none because it’s birthday fluff
Word count: 1.6K
Author’s note: This is a birthday fluff, I was supposed to post this on his birthday but I got since, so couldn't post. So here it is~ hope you like this, because this idea suddenly occurred to me when I was in class lmaoo xD and it’s almost 3 am, so I couldn't do the proof read so sorry for the mistakes T.T
happy reading:)
“This question goes like this” I looked at the whole class. “Anyone got questions?” he got up from his seat as well, “No questions?” everyone shook their heads, “good”
I was about to solve another question, my phone started ringing. “Excuse me” I took my phone. “This is kind of urgent” he nodded, and since he was standing so close to me, I didn’t had to tell him anything more, “carry on with the next problem” he nodded.
I went out of the class and picked up the call, “are you done with your part already?”
“Yea”
I was so thankful to my other friends, because I know everyone is so busy with their thesis but we all found time to do this, I know it’s very important and special for me. I’m so happy everyone decided to give this a go.
“Then come fast, to the place we decided, we need your help and since he would be busy with students right now, so it’s a win-win situation.”
“Okay, coming.” I smiled and hung up, I didn’t tell Changkyun about it and left the classroom.
I entered the classroom and locked the door. “Hazel, come here” I walked towards Mimosa, “help me these balloons and flower petals”
“Okay” I helped her with the balloons, I saw Lau setting up the balloons, he looked at me and smiled.
“I’m so excited!!” I looked at Lina, “for his birthday surprise?” I looked at her surprised, “NO”
“NO?”
“I’m excited for you” I turned my head to take a better view of her face, because I couldn’t understand her, “stop trying to fool us Hazel” I wondered what did I do?
“What did I do?”
“We all know about you and Changkyun” there’s no way anyone would know beside Minhyuk, because he is my bestfriend and my secret keeper.
“You know what Lina?”
“Hazel…. we know how good friends you are and how much you wanted to surprise him” thank…god for this.
“Okay” once me and Mimosa were done with the balloons, we helped Lau to set them up. Soon after that we were done with petals as well.
“We are nothing Lina, stop it, and let’s get over this decorations as soon as possible”
“Okay captain, and Minhyuk is coming soon with the cake” I nodded at her words
I heard a knock and I was sure it was Minhyuk, I knew Changkyun won’t come until he’s done with class and I call him here. So, I went to open the door.
“Am I late?” I smiled as soon I saw Minhyuk, “No, you’re not” he gave me a quick hug lifting the cake box so that it doesn’t get ruined or anything. “Hope you’re doing okay” he whispered to me and I nodded, “a little nervous I guess?”
“It’s fine” and he gave me a tight hug and then smiled at me. “let’s go and complete setting everything up” I nodded and he locked the door. “Hazel hold this for a minute” he gave me the cake box, “I’ve something, I kept it outside, let me bring it” I was confused but I nodded at his words anyway. “Okay”
He went outside, and I kept the cake on the table, and then we completed the decorations and the happy birthday balloons were set perfectly. I heard the door open and close again, I turned to look at Minhyuk, he was holding a bouquet full of red roses, I was surprised.
He leaned towards my ears and said, “give it to him later. He’ll be happy.” this whole thing went unnoticed by everyone, “a bouquet?” I turned to look at Mimosa, “yes, I brought it just now. It’s his birthday afterall, he would be so happy and here, me and Hazel are the seniors so, I guess getting a bouquet on his birthday would make him feel nice and happy”
“This is for you”
“Huh?”
“I agree” Lau said and all of us smiled.
Minhyuk checked everything first and said everything’s perfect. “Is it time already?” Lina asked me, I looked at my wristwatch, and nodded. “let me call him” everyone nodded.
I dialled his number and after three rings he picked up the call; before he could speak I spoke “Is the class over?”
“Yes, it is. Why didn’t you comeback? And is your work done?”
“Kind of yes, but can you come to room no. 208? Right now?”
“Now?”
“Yes, please?”
“He is coming guys, switch off the lights and pull the curtain to make the room dark!!” everyone started doing it, Minhyuk came near me and said, “I’m keeping this bouquet at the back so that only you can give it to me and you look perfect today so don’t be nervous.” I nodded at his words and he went to keep the bouquet hidden at the back. After he came back to me, he side hugged me and kissed my hair, “you can do this”
“No need to say please, I’m coming.”
“Okay” And I hung up
We heard the door open, “Hazel? are you there? And why is this room so dark?”
“Hazel?” he called my name once again, I know everyone was probably smiling and trying to hold back their laughter. He switched on the lights and we all shouted in unison, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHANGKYUN”
He looked surprised, and the look he had on his face was so precious, like no one could give me the peace and happiness I got when I saw his priceless reaction. I love him so much.
“Oh god, what is this? And thank you so much.” We walked towards him and everyone gave him hugs and wished him one by one.
I was left, I didn’t hug him but I did wish him. I could say he was expecting me to go and hug him but I didn’t. I didn’t want to ruin the main event which I decided for him.
After wishing, we took him to the table so that he could blow the candles and cut the cake, he looked happy. After setting the candles, I lit them up.
“Make a wish” he closed his eyes for a second, then he looked at me before blowing the candles.
After cake cutting, everyone had fun, and he got gifts. Everything went like the way a surprise birthday should go like.
“You know it was Hazel’s idea, this whole planning, we just helped.” I looked at Mimosa for exposing me. I saw Minhyuk, going to the back and brining the bouquet, and none of them noticed him, keeping it on the other side of the table.
“You all helped me, don’t give me the credit like that” I was embarrassed because he was staring at me, watching each move and movement. “Okay, guys, wanted to tell you that Andrea Ma’am called four of us because of our thesis so let’s go” Minyuk grabbed everyone and winked at me.
“But Hazel-”
“Sometimes I really don’t like the fact that we need to take tutorial classes and do thesis as Ph.D students and we need to clean at least half of this place” Lau looked at me, “don’t worry I’ll do it”
“We will join you once we are done with Andrea ma’am okay?” Minhyuk gave me a look, he knows how to handle these situations so well.
It was just me and him inside the room, standing infront of eachother.
“Okay”
“Now let’s go or we will be late” Minhyuk dragged everyone out of the room and closed the door.
“Happy Birthday” I finally looked at him and said. I felt better. I was about to and bring the bouquet to give it to me, but he walked towards me and trapped me, in between his arms. His hands were reasting on the table and my heartbeat went crazy, the closeness between us was slowly making me nervous.
“No gifts for me, no hugs for me?” his voice was deeper than usual and I was losing my mind over him again. I tried pushing him back; so that I could focus on what I want to do and breath normally, he took a step back, and I went towards the other side of the table where Minhyuk kept the bouquet. I picked it up and looked back at him, the table was the only thing keeping us apart.
“I’m disappointed…”
“Huh?”
“Yes” and gave him the bouquet. He looked confused, “Yes?”
I took a deep breath, I knew how tough it was to admit it infront of a boy whom I like, whom I want to be my first in everything. “The answer is yes” he looked amazed, I could tell it from his look. I gave him the answer of his confession he made a week ago, I wanted to give him a birthday gift.
He walked towards me and lifted me up, holding my waist, “Tell me you’re serious” I smiled at him, “It’s a yes Changkyun. I want you to be my first. I am saying yes to you. I want you to be mine”
He let me down on the floor, “And this your birthday gift” I kissed him on his cheeks quickly.
He accepted the bouquet from me, and pulled me by my waist, “you’ve no idea how much I waited for you everyday and every second.” I put my arms around his neck, “same” he smiled at me.
“You’re amazing and thankyou for giving me the best gift on my birthday” he smiled, he should know his smiles do something to me and I forget to breath. He leaned towards me slowly, “can I?” he was looking at me with the eyes full of love.
I didn’t give an answer but kissed him instead. He pulled me closer and kissed me back. After few seconds, he said, “I fell in love with you the moment I saw you.” in between kisses and kissed me again.
“I want to fall deeper in your love Changkyun” he pulled apart and kissed me on my forehead.
changkyun in every colour. (insp.) happy birthday to one of my favourite humans: monsta x’s im changkyun! i’m not very good at writing birthday messages but i will try my best. thank you for being born as the one and only im changkyun! i just want to say that your existence is a comfort to a lot of people, more than you probably know and i hope that you know that. just like you are always saying comforting things to monbebes, i wish to tell you that i hope you are living your life the way that you want to and you are happy and healthy always. thank you for being you. i hope that you spend the day well and that the rest of 2021 will be a good year for you. take care.
I cant wait to see him in august 😩
ABSOLUTELY SLAYED IN THESE PICS OH MY GOODNESS😩
It was hawt af but id melt for my boy any day😩
Character Development: Chapter 1
Pairing: Monsta X Changkyun x Reader
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: yandere themes, kidnapping, general delusion, angst
Summary: I love yandere and angst and changkyun so why not put them all together
A/N: I’m just starting out with this fic I hope you like it I don’t really write chaptered things. I’m a little rusty and I may end up going through this again and editing it a little. Please show it lots of love <3
Character Development Masterlist
At some point in the night, I must have turned over because I woke up with the sun shining on my face and I definitely hadn’t fallen asleep facing the window. With a deep stretch and a deep breath– what’s that smell? Rubbing my eyes, letting them adjust to the morning sun, it’s obvious I’m not in my apartment. I brought my knees to my chest and sat against the headboard, where am I? I’m in someone’s bedroom, but it has to be twice the size of mine and much more extravagant. Frantically, I felt around for my phone. Of course, it was nowhere, why would it be? Who would take someone from their home and leave their phone with them.
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god dammit i like it (M) | changkyun
➛pairing: Im Changkyun (I.M.) x reader ➛genre: card shark/gambling Changkyun, cocktail server reader, poker!AU, hurt/comfort, smut, angst, fluff (in that order). ➛word count: 9005 (oof) ➛rating: M ➛warnings: excessive alcohol use, cursing, dirty talk, very very soft femdomme energy, oral sex (female and male receiving), changkyun begging, unprotected sex, creampie, cock warming, very brief mentions of blood, more soft clown changkyun. ➛summary: One last game, he tells himself. Just one last game, and he'll have enough money to take care of you the way you deserve, to show you how much you mean to him, to give you the life that you want... as long as he doesn't get caught. ➛notes: My second time writing Changkyun and as always, it's for the one and only @taetaesbaebaepsae. She had commissioned me (back when I still did those) to write something based on the God Damn MV, and then patiently waited for me to get my life together. I thoroughly enjoy creating new ways to hurt you with your ult bias, so I hope you enjoy this one! I did edit this one, but just barely, so please be gentle with me. Let me know what you think! ➛song: God Damn - I.M | Habits (Stay High) - Tove Lo (Hippie Sabotage Remix) ➛tagging: @taetaesbaebaepsae @lvupmushroom @thiccasswonhoruinedmylife - thank you for letting me use your likeness for this, and for looking it over to make sure it would truly hurt Kristy's feelings. Teamwork makes the dreamwork, bbs.
He’s an idiot, but you already knew that.
The alcohol in his gut sloshes as he moves to stand, his glass painfully empty. Changkyun stumbles towards the bar, the thrumming in his head keeping pace with the bass thumping through the speakers of the club.
His eyes are glassy, faraway when he reaches his destination, the cup fumbling out of his grasp as he indicates to the bartender he wants another. The bartender looks him over, seemingly debating on following through with the request, but he turns to grab the bottle of whisky regardless.
Changkyun hates it. Hates that he’s so drunk, that you’re not here, that the guy serving him thinks he’s a mess. He knows he’s an idiot, that he should stop. Put down the glass and pick up his phone. That he should just call you and tell you he’s sorry for being such a moron all the time, and that he’ll listen to you from now on. That he does love you, and wants to take care of you, and he can fucking prove it, if you’ll let him.
But then he recalls the look in your eyes when you caught him – the disappointment, the pain – and he reaches for his now refilled glass, taking a swig before facing back towards the club.
He doesn’t deserve it – doesn’t deserve you, to provide for you, to do any of it. Not when he’s such a jealous asshole, not when he’s such a fuck up. You deserve the world. Someone who can really give you what you need.
Fuck, he wants to be that. There’s some moments when things are good, when you’re tucked into his arms in bed, sleeping softly beside him that he thinks he might be that – someone who can provide, be reliable, strong. But then he remembers your fights; his words of jealousy and anger, his avoidant nonchalant fake ass attitude, his fragile little ego shattering with a flick of your eyebrow and a sharp word.
So he leaves his phone in his pocket, instead slinking back towards his booth before dropping into it. It was easy to ignore his friends’ questions, to insist that he was fine, to pretend to be more interested in the tray of shots being dropped off at the table. He accepted the small glass, slamming it down before he could think about the burn, about the empty churning in his stomach.
It was easy to ignore his friends, but damn, Changkyun was tired of pretending he wasn’t fucking exhausted of trying to be okay without you.
It had always been push and pull with him.
From the minute Changkyun had walked into Yvonne’s, the lounge where you worked, you could feel the snap of electricity, the buzz of magnetism that pulled you to him. He would’ve stood out from his clothing alone; his lithe form draped in a bright red perfectly cut suit, shirtless under the vest to show off his tanned, broad chest. The combination of cut and color was lethal on him and he knew it, his dark hair swept back to allow the full potency of his sharp gaze. The group of men he was with were also impeccably dressed and attractive, but there was something about him that had your eyes following him, unable to look away.
Luckily for you, he had seemed to feel the same way.
His friends had gone to sit at the Baccarat table in Kat’s section, but he had stayed behind, noting which tables your body was sliding between as you delivered drinks before he made his selection at the blackjack table at the end of your section.
He couldn’t keep his gaze off of you, ordering more drinks than he was actually playing cards you were certain, but you weren’t going to stop a paying customer. The table he was at was pretty low stakes overall; the crowd was a bunch of casual players, but he had enough money to keep up with the table, so they were willing to ignore his flirting.
You were also trying to ignore it, playing into him enough to ensure your tip would be secure, but also knowing that this was likely all just fun for the rudely handsome stranger. And if there is one thing you enjoy doing, it’s having a little fun – especially while at work.
But there was something in the way he looked at you, the way that he spoke to you, that had you hanging on a bit more than you’d care to admit. You wanted to tell yourself it was just the fact that he looked like that in that suit – that his tattoos and cocky smirk on top of it all was just too much for you – but you knew it was more than that.
It was when you were dropping off his umpteenth cocktail that he finally made a move, his tattooed hand wrapping around your wrist to stop you and slide a piece of paper into your palm.
“When do you get off?”
You smirked, trying to ignore the sudden rush of blood in your veins at his skin touching yours. “Why? Who wants to know?”
His face deadpanned, his mouth dropping to a pout, and the juxtaposition of such a cute expression on such a lethal man made you laugh.
“I don’t even know your name,” you clarified, pulling away from his grip and tucking the paper into your apron.
“You could call me whatever you wanted,” he replies, voice low, glare fixed on you, “but others call me Changkyun.”
The same things that had drawn you to him also made you roll your eyes, his cockiness frustrating just as much as it was attractive. He insisted on waiting until you had finished your shift, ensuring that you made it safely to your car before reminding you about the paper tucked into your apron pocket.
“It has my phone number on it so you can text me and let me know what time you want me to pick you up tomorrow.” He had murmured, his face so close to yours that you had forgotten to breathe.
“Pick me up, hmm? Well aren’t we feeling awfully sure of ourselves,” you replied in a shaky breath, hating how much he was affecting you. “What are you picking me up for?”
“I was hoping to take you on a date, but if you have things you need to do - errands, work - that’s fine with me too. Just let me take care of you.”
It was as easy as that, the way he slid into your life. You hadn’t believed the offer, not really, but decided to text him anyway. You had some things to do before your shift, why use your gas when you could waste his?
But Changkyun was effortless, showing up in gray sweats and a black t shirt promptly at the time you requested, ready to chauffeur you all over town. He kept up with your teasing about his sad fuckboy music he was listening to, and let you mess around with his AC without complaint, like he had been doing it for a hundred years.
Maybe that’s how he broke your walls down – acting so nonchalant, while also being dependable, always showing up when and how he said he would, always ready with an easy smile and a light joke.
It could have been days, maybe weeks, but it didn’t take long for you to realize you wouldn’t be able to stay away from him. That you didn’t think you wanted to.
Which was a complete contradiction to what you had told him – that you weren’t interested in anything serious, but if he played his cards right, you could be convinced for an evening of fun. An offer he had declined, telling you that he would wait until you changed your mind and wanted him fully. An answer that had infuriated you to no end, but one that felt inevitable.
It was the 14th or 15th day of hanging out that he finally said the words, putting the feelings out into the space between you. His “I love you” came out rushed, as if the words had pained him, but the flush of his cheeks and shimmering soft eyes had you cracking, reaching for him to smash your mouth into his own.
The kiss was unlike anything you had ever felt; the intense rush of heat nearly choking you when his tongue traced the seam of your lips, seeking entrance. He groaned when you had opened, the feeling of his tongue on yours sending the kiss deeper, starved for each other. He tasted like whisky mixed with the faint hint of gummy bears he was always snacking on, and you were drunk on his mouth, drunk on him. You don’t even remember if you had said the words back, the volatile energy between you now snapped and now your full focus until it was fully satiated.
Changkyun slotted into your life like he had always been there. The familiarity of it soothed you, brought you a deep peace that you didn’t know you needed – but there was the other side of you, the one that had never allowed anyone to get this close, that was terrified of what this would mean. That knew letting someone in also gave them the power to break you.
It was always a push and a pull with him, an intoxicating desire to give in, to let your heart find a home with him – mixed with the fear that eventually, that home would be ripped away.
“Fuck,” Changkyun cursed, and your fingers tangled in the hair at his nape, tugging.
“No marks,” you reminded him, though you would be lying if you said you didn’t love the feel of his mouth at your throat. His tongue was laving at the junction of your skin between neck and collar bone, suckling it between his teeth before soothing it with sloppy kisses.
You had been pressed against the wall of your apartment, him latched to you like a man starving until you had coaxed him down the hall towards your bedroom, letting him push you down onto the bed before resuming his work on your neck.
“Mmm,” he acknowledged, though he didn't stop his ministrations. “I wish I could mark you up, make sure everyone at Yvonne’s knows who you come home to.”
You had let out a breathy giggle, eyes rolling though he couldn’t see it. His silly jealousy over the stares you got while working at the lounge was just that - silly, nothing of merit - and yet, you couldn’t help but play into it just a little bit.
“Oh yeah? Who’s that?” you whispered, using your hand in his hair to guide him to your mouth, only stopping his descent when he was a breath away.
“Don’t play games, sweetheart,” Changkyun leaned forward, nipping at your bottom lip, and your grip deepened. “We both know I’m the only one you’d let stick around this long.”
He was right about that.
Closing the distance, you melted your mouth into his, letting him take control of the kiss for just a moment before you tug at his head once more, dragging him down your body. He complied quickly, pressing small kisses into your flesh as you guided him lower.
“I don’t know,” you breathed, eyes hazy as Changkyun settled between your thighs, a groan leaving his throat when he saw you had forgone any kind of underwear beneath your skirt. “That one guy at table 7 was tipping really well, I bet I could-”
Your words were choked off with a moan as Changkyun dragged his tongue from the bottom of your cunt to your aching clit, giving it a singular swirl with the offending muscle before pulling back.
“What was that?” he asked, but he didn't wait for a reply, not before delving back between your legs. He lapped at your center, taking his time tasting you before he settled up near your clit, sucking it between his lips.
Any retort you had been working on died as he made quick work of you, sucking and licking until you were bucking up into his face, both hands tugging at his hair to hold him in place. He had become pliant beneath you, molding himself just where you needed in order to push you over the edge. Just when you felt like you couldn’t take any more, that you were going to snap, Changkyun slid two fingers inside of you, curling them upwards.
“Please, come for me, sweetheart,” he begged, murmuring against the heat of your flesh. “I want it so bad.”
His words were your undoing, and you find yourself doing exactly as he asked, moaning out his name as he takes you over the edge, his mouth and fingers working you through it in tandem.
You exploded, white bursting behind your eyelids until you were boneless, unable to do anything but ride out your orgasm at the will of the man in front of you. Changkyun made sure to taste every drop of your release, slowly sliding his hand away from you only to quickly replace it with his tongue to lap at you until you were shoving him away.
You wanted to make him feel as good as you did in that moment, wanted to return the favor, so you pushed him off of you and onto his back, switching positions to settle between his legs.
Hands tugging at his boxer briefs, Changkyun complied to your silent request, lifting his hips until you could drag them off. You were quick to palm his erection in your hand and squeeze, relishing in the hiss he rewarded you with, your thighs squeezing together.
“Please,” he groaned, and fuck did he beg so prettily. “I just want to be inside you already, let me be inside you, yeah?”
Teasing the head of his cock with your lips, you hummed, playing as if you were considering his words. The truth was, having a beautiful man like him pleading you for anything was your kryptonite, and you would give him anything he asked for as long as he sounded like that.
Taking a final swipe of your tongue over his sensitive flesh, you gave him a smirk, moving until you straddled him, hovering for just a moment. Grasping his length, you line him up with your dripping cunt, sinking onto him slowly, tortuously.
You may be giving him what he had asked for, but only because you wanted to, because you had deemed it aligned with your desires. Changkyun gave you full control over your pleasure, and you took it greedily.
Once fully seated, you moaned, hips beginning to undulate and swirl against his. Pressing your palms into his chest, you began to work yourself over him, sliding back and forth until you were panting, thighs burning.
His eyes searched yours, waiting for permission before he did anything more than take what you were giving him. “Fuck me, Changkyun,” you gasped, voice teetering into a whine. “Wanna come on your cock.”
Changkyun didn’t need to be told twice, didn’t need any more instruction before he was thrusting up into you, pelvis meeting yours. His hands tugged you down until your chest was flush with his own, his mouth seeking yours and coaxing it into a filthy kiss.
“Fuck, yes, please come on my cock,” he rasped against your lips, his pupils blown as they make contact with yours. His gaze was intense, searing, but you couldn’t look away, didn’t want to. You wanted to be engulfed; consumed by him. “Use me, baby.”
Slamming down onto him, your pace began to turn frantic as he matched you thrust for thrust, each connection against your tender clit sending you further into oblivion.
“You feel so good, Kyun,” you praised him, adjusting until your face was pressed to his neck. “So good for me, so perfect.”
His answering moan reverberated in your chest, his arms tightening around you as his pace turned punishing, and it drove you crazy how something as simple as your words has him frenzied, falling apart beneath you.
Drunk on the power, you felt yourself hurtling towards your climax, nails digging into the skin on his back as he relentlessly slammed up into you. “Fuck, yes,” you cried, letting yourself go, giving in until you were over the edge, orgasm overtaking your senses.
It was too much for Changkyun; the way your scent was all around him, intoxicating him, the way you were moaning curses and his name, the way you were clenching so fucking tightly against his cock. Before he could stop himself he was chasing his high right alongside you, shuddering as he pumped his release deep, unable to still his hips even when you were mewling from the sensitivity.
Panting heavily against each other, you had tried to pull away only for Changkyun to roll you beneath him, pinning you under his weight. He was still fully lodged inside you, face nuzzled into the curve of your neck, his breath warm against your still sweaty-from-sex skin.
“What are you doing, Kyun?” you chuffed, making a feeble attempt to lift his weight before letting him resettle against you. It was all for show, the response he expected from you. The truth was you didn’t mind it - the feeling of him still inside you, the familiarity of his lips on your skin, the intimacy of it all - you didn’t mind it if it was with him.
“Just let me hold you like this for a bit, hmm?” he mumbled against your neck, and you hummed your agreement, letting your eyes fall closed. He pressed a few lazy kisses to your throat before his breathing became measured, even, and you decided joining him in slumber wouldn’t be such a bad idea.
“Promise me,” you murmured, voice thick and lazy. You were still naked and draped across his chest, listening to the calming beat of his heart. You had already woken and showered, deciding that clothes weren’t necessary before jumping back into bed together. That was several hours ago now. The smoke coming from his cigarette was curling up towards the ceiling, leaving a dreamy haze in the room.
“I’d promise you anything,” he replied quickly, taking a drag, “but what specifically am I promising you this time, sweetheart?”
“No more going to Kihyun’s high roller floors, Kyun. I know the pots are bigger, but you don’t know those men at those tables - not like I do.” You paused then, taking a shaky inhale.
Being in your line of work, you were no stranger to dangerous men, however you purposefully stayed away from serving on those floors of the lounge for a reason. Those men were the worst of the worst, and even if they weren’t, they rubbed elbows and served those who were. Either way, the money may be sweet, but the risk wasn’t worth it. You made better than you ever had at the lounge with the sections you served, and that was fine with you.
But Changkyun had always wanted more.
Ever since you had told him about your lofty dreams - the ones that you had saved for yourself in the darkest parts of the night, when your mind was racing and you couldn’t sleep - he hadn’t let them go. Truthfully, you always loved the idea of retiring your waitressing shoes and being able to finally write full time, working on the novel you’ve been imagining for years in some quiet home somewhere, tucked away from the world. But it broke you to see Changkyun willing to risk his life to see it come true by hanging around that crowd, placing higher and higher bets at Yvonne’s most hazardous tables.
It was strange for you to accept that he would even want to do this for you, to support you in this way, but he always knew how to soothe those concerns, promising you that he genuinely wanted to care for you before gently ribbing you to stop being so damn stubborn.
However, it was his stubbornness that had been creating a wedge between you.
“They’re bad people, Changkyun. And I don’t mean like - scamming old ladies for their pension money bad, either. I mean like extremely shady dealings with people who are involved with things that would get them sent to prison, bad.”
His free hand fell to your head then, smoothing your hair back as he took another puff of his cigarette.
“I know they are. I’m only just polite enough for the rules of the game, I never engage with them more than that. I’m not there for friends or connections, just the money.” He took a final pull before dropping the spent butt in the ashtray on the bedside table, his other hand moving to rest over the one you had placed on his heart.
“I get that, but it doesn’t take much to get on their bad side. It could be the slightest thing. Sometimes, just winning is all it takes.”
He sighed, but let the silence linger, instead letting himself get lost in stroking your hair softly. You were about to say something again, to make sure he had heard you, when he finally spoke.
“I just want to take care of you, you know?” His voice was low, thick with emotion, though he tried to swallow it back. “Give you what you deserve.”
That pain came back, the one deep in your chest, and you sat up to face him. “I know that. But I already have everything that I need, right here.”
You tap his chest once, twice - his hand still firmly resting on top of your own.
He met your gaze, giving you a small, cocky smirk, as if his eyes weren’t shiny with unshed tears. “What, you mean this hot body?”
You scoffed, eyes rolling. Maybe you should’ve called him out on his side stepping, forcing him to vocalize that look he had been giving you, but instead you fell back into step with your teasing. It was, after all, the familiar dance between you two.
“No, stupid. I meant you - you’re all I need. The rest of this shit is just noise.”
“I bet I can make you make some noise–”
“Changkyun–”
“Okay okay,” he laughed as your soft touch turned into pointed jabs into his chest, sitting up to wrap his arms around you and stop your onslaught. “I hear you, sweetheart. You’re right. I’ll stay away,” he said, pulling you up and back until you’re leaning against his chest, arms still wrapped tight around you.
“Promise me?” This time when you say it, you made sure your eyes were locked on his, made sure the fear you felt was evident behind the words.
“I promise.”
It felt like a sign from the universe. Well, either that, or a promise from the devil.
But sometimes, those can look the same.
The posting for Kihyun’s upcoming game had just gone up, but it was already making the rounds. Games like these were advertised in a certain way - you had to know where to find it in order to play, and the regular gamblers all knew the common message boards to keep an eye on. Changkyun hadn’t been looking for it, wasn’t even checking the forums anymore – but had gotten a text about it from Joohoney, a screenshot of the flyer accompanying his message of “Bro, did you see this shit??”
A high stakes game, in two nights. The winning pot large enough that he would be able to retire you permanently, and he wouldn’t be too far behind you, honestly. You were already off work that night, plans in place for a girls night with Kat and a few of the other servers, so you wouldn’t be at Yvonne’s.
It would just be one last time.
One last game, and with enough luck, he could finally give you the life that you’ve always wanted, provide for you in the way a man should. Sure, you wouldn’t like it – the idea of him going to the tables again – but that was only if you found out, and the chances of that were slim.
He could win the money and set it aside, give himself a week or two of regular games to make it seem a bit more feasible. A few days of being off your feet and back on your laptop would have you forgetting about work anyway, and the top floor of Yvonne’s would fade quickly away from your memory.
It had to be a sign. He could do it, could pull it off, could be the man that you deserve.
His fingers hovered over his phone, the reply ready to be sent to Joohoney. It would be just as easy to delete it, to tell him that he’s done with that shit. To text his best friend back and tell him that he can’t, because he told you he would walk away and stay away from those men. Joohoney might give him some shit, but he would understand, likely wouldn’t push the matter.
But the money…
It didn’t take long for Changkyun to do the math; it would take months at the regular tables to get this kind of money, and that’s only if he kept winning. Which didn’t seem like long in the grand scheme of things, but when he thought of how your eyes lit up at the idea of writing full time, made it seem like it was centuries.
You wouldn’t have to know. It would just be one last time.
He pressed send on the text, foot tapping nervously until he saw the read receipt pop up under his message.
“I’m in - one last game.”
You were mad at him again, but your friends didn’t need to know that.
All they needed to know was that you were in the mood for a girls night out, and if they knew what was good for them, they’d be there in their sluttiest outfit ready to indulge with you.
However, it only took you ordering the second round of shots to have Bri’s questioning stare fixed on your own.
“So, what did he do this time?” she deadpanned, sipping from her straw.
“What? Who? I don’t know what you speak of,” you replied. “I’m just enjoying a night out with my friends.”
“Sure, okay,” Kat nodded, giving a convincing performance of someone who actually believed your nonsense. “If he didn’t do anything, then why isn’t he here, buying us all drinks?”
She had you there. Changkyun was always wanting to show up on your nights out – not to crash them, but so that you and your friends could enjoy your time without having to worry about a single thing. He covered the tabs, made sure everyone was having fun, and ensured each person got home safely – all while staying tucked away at a nearby table until you needed him, never putting too much pressure on you.
It had pissed you off the first time he had suggested it, but after he showed you what he meant, showed you how he could be supportive in the shadows while still letting you shine, you had slowly given in. Part of you loved being able to enjoy yourself with your friends while knowing he was always looking out, even if he wasn’t directly visible.
“Maybe he’s busy.”
Twin glares pinned you to your seat, and you allowed several beats of the bass blaring in the speakers to pass before caving.
“Okay, fine, yes. We’re having a slight disagreement,” you conceded with a sniff, “over something that happened at work.”
“Wait a minute - is this about what happened with Vanda?” Kat questioned, mentioning the newest server at the lounge. She had only started a few weeks prior, but had been making a lot of work for you - constantly acting like she knew what she was doing in front of management, only to flounder and follow you and the senior staff around asking a million questions the minute they weren’t on the floor.
It wasn’t her confidence in her lacking serving skills that had bothered you, not really. It was more so how the minute she did get called out on a mistake, she was quick to try to throw you and your friends - the same people who had just been helping her ass - under the bus.
You had told Changkyun about an incident earlier in the week of this exact scenario – she was flirting with another customer instead of checking on the tables in her section, and a patron of hers ended up getting up to go to the bar to order a drink. It wouldn’t have been a huge deal, mistakes happen after all, except she had immediately told the manager on duty that you had promised to cover that table. Which was news to you.
“Are you serious? After all the help you’ve given her?” Changkyun had shook his head, irritation evident in his voice. “Did you tell the manager the truth? Who was on?”
You had smothered a smile at the question, trying and failing to hide how much you loved him wanting to know more about your life.
“It was Amy, and yeah, I told her. She believed me, but still. I don’t get it, I’ve never done anything to that girl.”
“Want me to show up to Yvonne’s and request her section with the guys, give her some shit? You know how annoying I can be when I want to,” he offered, brows raised in a teasing lilt, but you could tell by the line of his mouth that he meant it.
“Yes, I do know how truly annoying you can be. It’s almost like a super power.”
He grinned then, a full one, and you wanted to kiss his stupid mouth.
“But no, it’s fine. I got this. I know how to handle people like this, and having anyone else fight the battle for me will only make her more bold about it.” This wasn’t your first rodeo, after all - you had been serving a long time, and doing luxury serving at Yvonne’s for even longer than Vanda had been out of diapers. If there was one thing you knew how to do, it was handle people.
But did Changkyun listen to you?
Well no, of course not.
He did exactly as he had threatened - showed up the following day with his full group of rowdy friends, sitting in her section and dedicated to being the most obnoxious people Vanda dealt with all night. They didn’t do anything harassing or illegal, just toed the line of being pretentious drunk pricks gambling and drinking – sending back drinks for being made incorrectly, asking for complicated cocktails and shots, requesting a rundown of the entire menu before telling her they were no longer hungry.
Kat and Bri had found it hilarious, stating that your boyfriend’s malicious compliance of the rules while still making Vanda run around so much she was pouring sweat was truly an artform. And there was a tiny piece of you, deep in your soul, that was pleased at the lengths he was willing to go for you.
But you were also pissed, because you had been exactly right. It did nothing to stop Vanda from sending bullshit your way; if anything, it had spurred her on, the following shift of yours even more annoying and mind numbing after hours of her questions and subtle sabotage.
“Yes, it’s about what happened with Vanda! I told him to let me handle it, and he didn’t listen. I know he meant well, I get that, but still. He didn’t listen.” You had known his heart was in the right place - you hadn’t questioned that. But it didn’t negate the fact that it made you feel so small when he didn’t listen to your requests.
“I thought that was hilarious,” Bri said, arm reaching out for another shot glass. She had one already prepped in front of her, but preferred taking her shots two at a time. “But I get it. Vanda’s been worse since.”
“I can handle Vanda, I don’t really care about that. But it feels like our fights are usually because he just doesn’t listen to what I’m telling him. It’s like he thinks he knows better than me.”
Deep down, you know he didn’t mean it in this way, but it was like he didn’t trust you - your judgment, your read on the situation, whatever it is – and that hurt, especially when you had worked so hard to open up that piece of yourself to him.
“And I know that I’m not always right, and it’s not like I don’t want to hear his opinions, but I don’t like the choice being taken from me. Or worse, dangled in front of me like he’s going to consider my feelings, only to have him do whatever.”
Downing her two shots in rapid succession, Bri shook her head, reaching for her chaser before speaking. “I think that’s part of the problem, he thinks he is considering your feelings. He thinks he’s standing up for you and fighting for you. He thinks he’s taking some of that burden off your plate.”
“I don’t need, I mean, I don’t-”
“When is the last time you let anyone fight a battle for you?” Kat interrupted, elbows leaning on the table to make direct eye contact with you. “You tell everyone that you got it, that you can handle it. And we’ve seen you do it, so it’s not that we don’t believe you. But sometimes, we want to help you, for no other reason than we love you. And we can.”
The direct read into your defenses had your throat tightening, and you blinked back the tears that threatened to form and ruin your makeup.
“He should listen and take your feelings into consideration, absolutely,” Kat continued, voice gentle, “but also, you should let him support you and help more. I think if you let him be there for you in smaller ways, he wouldn’t feel the need to be the knight in shining armor so much.”
There was a lot of wisdom in your friend's words, and you had taken a moment of silence to chew on it, to let it sink in.
“He really loves you, you know that, right? So stop being a dumb bitch about it,” Bri deadpanned, but her expression was soft, “and let him love you. And you know I say that with affection.”
“I know,” you said, nodding at your friends. As much as it wasn’t easy to admit, they had a point, which also meant that maybe Changkyun did, as well. “Thank you both, seriously.”
It had only taken one text message, a quick “This tab isn’t going to pay itself” with a kissing emoji to have him showing up at the bar, settling into a table a few down from your own with a wink and a sly smirk, where he proceeded to wait out the evening, taking care of you and your friends as always when the time came.
“I’m still annoyed with you,” you had panted against his mouth when you got home, letting him push you up against the wall and cage you in with his arms. He was on you like a starved man, and it had made your buzz intensify, making you drunk on him, his kiss.
“Of course, I understand,” he mumbled, words barely intelligible in the urgency of his lips.
You had to fight to pull away, using one hand on the base of his throat to push him back for a moment to catch your breath.
“But, also, thank you. For what you did with Vanda. And for always wanting to protect me.”
If Changkyun noticed how soft your voice got, he didn’t say anything, instead leaning down to press his forehead against yours. You could tell he was going to say something – probably something devastatingly sweet – and you needed to finish what you were going to say, before the bravery lost you.
“I’m not used to having someone who wants to fight with me, or for me, you know.”
“I know,” he replied in a rush, like he had already known your confession, knew what you were going to say long before the words had formed. “I know, and I also shouldn’t be an ass and push all the time. But I will always protect you, yeah?”
Nodding, you fought back tears for the second time that evening, but this time you didn’t shy away from letting him see the emotion in your face.
“You’re mine, and I will always fight for you, sweetheart.”
This time when he kissed you, it was slow, purposeful, heated. Like he was going to make sure you felt and wanted for nothing other than him, his touch, and that you could allow yourself to fall into him forever and would always have a safe place to land.
Maybe it wasn’t so bad, to be vulnerable with someone, to let them in, if you could feel like this.
Or maybe it wasn’t so bad, only because it was Changkyun.
Tonight was the night, and everything was in place.
So why did Changkyun feel a ball of anxiety forming in the base of his gut?
Everything had been going according to the plan so far, not that there was much of a plan for any of this. It mostly relied on you and your friends being away from Yvonne’s for the night, which was easy enough since you were all off on the same evening. A rarity that you all were going to take advantage of, and had planned for movie night with drinks and sushi take out over at Kat’s place, an event that was common enough that Changkyun knew it usually ended in a sleepover.
He had dropped you off an hour prior, kissing you gently and shouting a greeting down the hall to the girls before heading back to the car, ignoring the feeling of guilt roiling in his stomach. He had just kept reminding himself that he was doing this for you, doing this so he could support you and give you the life that you deserved.
It was one last time, one last game.
But that pit didn’t dissipate as the evening went on, not even when he met with Joohoney who had insisted he take a shot when they arrived at Yvonne’s to help with his nerves. It had burned his esophagus, blurring the edges of his tension a bit, enough that he felt confident walking through the lounge next to his friend..
“You good?” Joohoney asked, slapping a hand on his shoulder.
Changkyun nodded. “Yeah, just really wanna win some money, you know?”
Joohoney had given him an understanding grin before guiding him past the tables in the lower section of Yvonne’s towards the stairs leading up to the high roller tables.
“It's our lucky night, Kyun,” Joohoney said, pausing in front of the door leading to where the game was about to begin. Through the heavily frosted glass, Changkyun could see several bodies already seated at the few VIP tables, and he felt his pulse spike. “We’re going to win.”
“I hope you’re right.”
The sleepover at Kat’s had been just the reset you needed.
A night of screaming at the television, drinking cocktails and eating your bodyweight in sushi with your friends was healing in more ways than one, and you had left the next morning feeling lighter and more content than you remembered in a while.
It was surprising to find your apartment dark and quiet when you returned, as you had assumed Changkyun would be there waiting for you, like he always was. You had given him a key long ago, figuring there was no point in pretending like he didn’t spend all of his free time glued to your side, but not fully ready to give up the independence of living alone quite yet.
Sending him a quick text, you let him know that you’re home and about to catch up on sleep before your shift later. He replies quickly that he had fallen asleep at his place after a late night with Joohoney, but that he would be there once you got off work.
Nothing had felt out of the ordinary, and you felt energized enough from your nap to get ready quickly, getting to work much earlier than you normally would for a shift.
You should’ve known something was up the minute you walked into work and saw that Vanda had a shit eating grin on her face.
She kept sneaking side glances, watching you with a scrutiny that made you uneasy. She’s normally more obvious in her attempts to annoy you, and her passive aggressiveness is setting your teeth on edge.
After the third glare and giggle on your way to drop off more drinks, you decide you’re going to confront her and ask her what her deal is, when she beats you to it.
“Did you have fun last night?” Vanda questions, a stupid smirk on her face.
“Why do you care?”
“Seemed like Changkyun did,” she continued, like you hadn’t asked a question. Your stomach dropped.
Raising a brow, you wait for her to go on, not wanting to give her any more satisfaction. She clearly knew something that you didn’t, and she was already well aware of that fact.
“How much did he actually end up winning last night? I mean, him and Joohoney were upstairs until last call, and he seemed pretty happy when he left.”
Instantly, your throat tightens, unease now unfurled into full blown anxiety. He was here last night? If he was here last night, and with Joohoney upstairs, no less…
“I didn’t manage to hear how much he won, just that Changkyun shouldn’t worry, because you would never find out.”
It was enough. You had heard enough.
It was surprising how quickly you switched into autopilot, spinning on your heel and striding out of the room before your throat tightens, before your vision fully blurs. Vanda says something more behind you, a lilt of concern in her voice, but you can’t hear her, not anymore.
Your mind quiets as your body takes control, moving you to find your manager to tell her that you need to leave, before grabbing your purse and coat, and leaving the lounge. Turning towards your apartment, your rage fuels your step, gut churning with the betrayal of knowing the only reason why Changkyun would be upstairs at Yvonne’s last night, why he would be leaving looking so pleased with himself.
The wind bit at your face, chapping your lips, but you didn’t care; needing the night air in your lungs and for the anger to be burned out in your movement before seeing him.
Because once you walked out your anger and faced the betrayal, you would need to deal with the deep seated fear for Changkyun’s safety, and how the hell you would be able to protect him now.
Changkyun wasn’t expecting you so early when you barged into the apartment, and the mix of confusion and excitement quickly bled away once he saw the look on your face.
He strides towards you, grabbing your shoulders, concern knitting his brow. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
Blinking, you allow yourself a moment to stare at him, to drink in his full mouth and stupid handsome face, before you swallow around the knot in your throat.
“Tell me it isn’t true, Changkyun.”
You hate how your voice sounds; weak and strained and like you’re just bone deep tired, defeated. Maybe you are.
“What are you talk-”
“Tell me that you weren’t upstairs at Yvonne’s last night,” you sigh, irritated with the ruse. “Tell me that you didn’t go and do the exact thing that you promised me you wouldn’t, and that I didn’t have to find out from fucking Vanda, of all people.”
Pulling away, you slide from his grasp, tucking your arms around your middle so that you wouldn’t be tempted to reach back out for him. It was tortuous, how much you want to reach for him, even when your heart is breaking.
“Sweetheart, I just- it was just going to be one last time, one last game. The pot was too good, it was enough to get you set up, so you could quit,” he lets the sentence hang, almost waiting for you to interrupt, but when you stay silent, he continues. “Joohoney made sure everything was good, and we won just enough to get what we needed, not enough to rock too many boats. I had it under control.”
Closing your eyes, you let the last sentence settle around your shoulders like a heavy weight, the same old feelings bubbling up. “It wasn’t about you being in control or not, Changkyun. It was about listening to me, actually listening to me. You promised.”
It was on the last word that you broke, that the tears started to fall, and for once you didn’t turn away, wanting him to see.
“You promised me you would stay away, and then you didn’t. You hid it. You thought you knew what was best for me, instead of just listening to me.”
Pain laces Changkyun’s face as he takes a step towards you, only pausing when you take an equal step backwards. “I’m so sorry, I don’t think I know better, I just-”
“Please leave. I’m done.” Your voice is low but measured, certain.
“Baby, please, let me just explain, and- and-”
“I don’t want to hear an explanation. I want you to leave.” Tears continue to fall, but you don’t drop his stare, willing him to understand just how serious this all is, how serious you are.
He wants to fight it, wants to say more, but something in your eyes must convince him, because he keeps his mouth shut. Instead, he moves back to the couch, grabbing his coat and phone, before making his way to the door. His gaze is mournful as he gives you one last look, lingering, before shutting the door behind him.
You aren’t sure how long you stand there, unmoving, before the autopilot kicks back into gear, forcing your limbs to move. Heading towards your room, you place your phone on the charger before you curl into your bed, surrounding yourself with the blankets and the lingering scent of Changkyun.
And then you let yourself break down.
Changkyun was drunk. Too drunk.
He shouldn’t have taken that last shot, especially not after that last drink from the bar. It was too much, but fuck it. Who cares?
“I’m not sure what I’m doing,” he mumbles to himself, not caring how crazy he looks. He wishes someone would just give him some direction, tell him what he would need to do in order to fix this.
He didn’t listen. He never listens.
And now he’s lost the only good thing he’s ever fucking had, the only reason he got up each morning and what’s the point, if you’re gone?
Fuck. Fuck.
Sliding down low in the booth, he lets his head hang, the whisky glass precariously dangling in his hand. His body felt so heavy, so numb, and yet the anguish deep in his chest only worsened, throbbed along to music blaring in the club.
If only he could apologize, he’d beg for mercy, he’d promise he’d never fuck up like this ever again. Explain how you were right - how he doesn’t need the money, or any of that shit, as long as he had you.
He needs you.
His heart is in a vice grip, squeezing so tightly that he thinks he might explode from his body, his skin, until he’s nothing but red.
Pain suddenly licks up Changkyun’s palm, and he looks down to see the glass cup gone. In its place are thousands of tiny shards, twinkling in the dim club lights, reflecting everything back to him. More red, but this time welling in his palm, pooling in the deep lines of the skin.
“What the fuck, are you alright dude?”
Changkyun thinks it’s Joohoney who asks him, or maybe it’s Hyungwon? It doesn’t matter either way, because it’s not you.
He goes to stand, to ask for a bandage or a rag or something, but instead his vision blurs, the room spinning. And then he’s flat on his back, blinking up at the cacophony of lights, faces coming in and out of focus, but not the one he needs, not the one he’s looking for.
He can faintly hear his friends talking to him, feel them digging in his pockets for his phone, but he can’t be present anymore. It’s too torturous, too heavy. Much easier to close his eyes, to think about your face. To let himself get lost forever.
He’s happy to die here on the floor of this stupid club, imagining your smile, your laugh, your lips as you say his name.
Changkyun just wants to take care of you, just wants to give you everything that you deserve. How can he do that if he’s here? If he can’t listen?
He lets the darkness swallow him.
Changkyun isn’t sure where he is.
He feels like he got hit by a truck, his head specifically feeling like it had been trampled on, though it’s his right palm that's aching in time to his pulse.
Without moving, he opens his eyes slowly, trying to take in his surroundings. It’s dark, wherever he is, and his head is propped on a pillow, body stretched out on a couch. He can see a small trash can directly in front of him, as if whomever brought him here wasn’t sure if he’d be capable of finding a bathroom if the contents of his stomach decided to make a reappearance, and he groans.
Fingers swipe through his hair, easing the pounding in his skull by a fraction.
“Hi, sleepyhead. How are you feeling?”
Changkyun thinks he has to still be sleeping, must be having a very good dream if it’s your voice he’s hearing, your scent he’s inhaling as he settles onto the pillow. He smiles to himself, not wanting to speak and having the dream fade too soon.
“Changkyun? Are you going to answer me?” This time, you peer over him, leaning down to stroke his face. You let your fingers linger briefly on his cheekbone before lightly touching his lips.
His eyes snap open.
“Is this real?” He asks, voice hoarse, gaze searching your own. He doesn’t feel strong enough to sit up quite yet, but you don’t seem to want to make him, either. “Are you really here?”
“Technically, you’re here at my place, but yes, it’s real.” You reply, your nails sliding back up to his hair to give his scalp a soothing scratch.
He swallows as he stares at you, as he drinks in the tenderness in your eyes that he thought he wouldn’t get a chance to see again. It took him a moment before he recognized your apartment in the dim light, and another more before realizing the pillow he’s laying on is settled in your lap.
Even knowing that this was real, that you truly let him back in, he was still too scared to speak, not wanting to scare you off. Not wanting the moment to end.
When he finally gathered enough courage, he cleared his throat.
“I’m so, so fucking sorry, sweetheart. You’re right. I don’t listen. I hear what you say, and then just act like an ass who thinks he knows everything.” Changkyun swallows thickly. “The only thing I do know is that you’re my everything. You’re all I need. Please, don’t give up on me yet.”
His pleas make your eyes well, and you force yourself to take an even inhale before speaking.
You want to tell him that you couldn’t give him up, that you had tried because you knew it would be easier in the long run, but your heart wouldn’t allow it. You want to say that you had regretted telling him to leave the moment the words left your lips, that you hadn’t meant them. You want to say that you were just so tired of not being heard, of people making decisions for you.
Instead, you roll your eyes playfully. “Now why would I do that, after all the trouble I went through to patch up your hand while you were black out?”
You will tell him those things, but later. When the sting of last night had faded a bit from both of your memories, and the impact intended can land.
He gives you a small grin, meeting your gaze. His hand - the bandaged one - raises slowly, tentatively, until it’s cupping your cheek.
“I just wanted to give you the world,” Changkyun murmurs, almost reverently. “I will give you the world, the right way. It might take me longer, but I will.”
His words soften you more, and you reach for his other hand, pulling him up until he’s facing you. He’s slow to move, the onset of a hangover taking hold, but eventually he settles sitting upright, eyes still intense on your own.
He is always trying to take care of you, trying to lessen your burdens. You know you’re not the best at accepting the help, but dammit, you were trying. For him. And he was trying for you, too.
You lean forward until your foreheads are touching, breaths mingling.
“I already have it, stupid.”
He kisses you then, a gentle press of lips that quickly builds, as everything always does with him. A push and a pull. Changkyun leans away slightly, grins against your mouth. “I’m an idiot, but you already knew that.”
“You’re my idiot. The rest is just noise.”
Monsta X during a fight:
A/N: ok, but the way the gifs have nothing to do with my content lol
Shownu:
Can he get any calmer istg. This guy will piss you off so much by how good he is, never raising his voice at you or getting dragged into your childish insults, instead patiently waiting for you to calm down before suggesting that the two of you figure things out like proper adults. And yes, it's annoying af. Even when Shownu is that one that's really mad and you're in the wrong, he won't pop off like he wants to, instead choosing to leave the argument and go cool off so he won't say something he regrets later. In conclusion, Shownu is best boy and you can never really hold anything against him.
"Y/N, I know you're mad right now, but please sit down so we can talk."
Kihyun:
I feel like Kihyun can be very petty and sassy in arguments, bringing up everything wrong with you to win in the fight, without realizing how much it can hurt you. He's also the kind to hold a grudge for a long time if he thinks you're at fault, not talking to you and making it really obvious how annoyed he is by folding his arms over his chest and snapping at you every time you look towards his direction. But when he understands just how upset his actions made you, he can't help but feel bad, apologizing silently by walking over and giving you a long, reassuring hug.
"I shouldn't have ignored you, I'm sorry, princess."
Minhyuk:
I can see Minhyuk as being salty and incredibly belittling when you fight. He's the type to be super sarcastic and use your own arguments against you, not necessarily insulting you, but his amusement and indifference towards everything you say is infuriating as is. He'll also let out humorless chuckles or tired huffs whenever you say something ridiculous, but if he'll notice that you're about to cry or leave the room, he'll cave in immediately and apologize, even if you were in the wrong. He hates being the reason for your sadness, and he prefers to talk to you about the issue after you calm down.
"Hey, don't cry, I'm sorry, okay? Let's just leave this behind for now."
Hyungwon:
Hyungwon is too tired to fight with you, especially if you're the one in the wrong. I can see him as being the type to blantly ignore you whenever he's pissed off, thinking you don't deserve his attention, even when you're shouting at him and doing practically everything to set him off. But at the end of the day, Hyungwon loves you more than his ego, so after the two of you will calm down, he'll sit you down and talk to you about everything, and won't let you get up until you figure things out. Even if he is still a bit salty and thinks it's your fault, he'll ignore it for the sake of your relationship.
"Y/N, if we don't solve things between us, nobody will."
Jooheon:
Jooheon might be kind of scary when he's pissed. Unlike the others, Jooheon won't hesitate to shout on the top of his lungs if you make him angry, mostly because he's just so frustrated at the both of you for getting into this situation. He will yell, hit the wall, and walk around the room restlessly, but if he'll feel like he might say something that he'll regret later, he'll storm out of the room, taking his car keys and going for a short ride to think through everything. But when the two of you calm down and talk, Jooheon will become incredibly vulnerable, even crying because he's so scared of losing you.
"I don't want to go to sleep without making things right with you."
I.M.
The maknae is so frustrated, cursing occasionally and tugging at his long hair as the fight gets more heated. He'll glare at you when you start shouting at him, taking deep breaths to calm himself down and closing his eyes as he forces himself to stay quiet and not lose his senses like you. In the middle of the fight, he'll probably just force you to stop, exclaiming about how stupid this argument is when the two of you clearly love each other and want the best for one another. He'll want to fix things and will be willing to work for it, and he'll expect you to do the same.
"This is ridiculous, shouting won't lead us anywhere."
