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Your body jumped as you felt an arm wrap around your waist as soon as you walked through to the kitchen to grab yourself a drink. The stench of alcohol was harsh beside you, knowing straight away that there was only one person that could be stood beside you as Minhyuk chuckled to himself.

His body was limp as he moved his other arm to wrap around you too, following every step that you took as you filled up your glass with water from the sink. Your attention was turned away from Minhyuk, unable to deal with the smell.

“Where did you go?” Minhyuk whined, resting his chin against your shoulder, trying his best to meet your eyes. “I thought you were running away from the party,” he whined, ignoring the noise that was coming from your living room.

“I just came to get a drink,” you explained to him, showing him the glass, “I think someone else could do with a bit of water in them too.”

With the boys celebrating the end of their promotions for the new album, you and Minhyuk had offered to host them all at your place. It was supposed to be relaxed, but after a few drinks, things began to get loud, especially in the way of Minhyuk’s direction.

“I missed you,” he suddenly declared, continuing to laugh away to himself. “I didn’t know where you’d gone,” he told you once again, far too drunk to be able to register any of what he was saying to you, “did you miss you too whilst you were gone?”

Your head shook back at him, “I’ve only been gone for less than a minute, you didn’t give me time to go anywhere before you followed me.”

“No, I didn’t,” Minhyuk stuttered, shaking his head back across at you. “It felt like you’d been gone for hours, like I’d been on tour and not gotten to see you for weeks and weeks and weeks.”

“I wish that you could hear yourself right now,” you laughed back to Minhyuk, finishing the glass of water, “come on, let’s go back through.”

You took Minhyuk’s hand and led him through into the living room where everyone else was. The room was a mess, with all of the boys, and most of the staff too, a little tipsy, relieved mostly to not have to worry about dieting anymore.

“Y/N, dance with me?” Minhyuk requested when you attempted to let go of his hand to pick up your phone, “I’ll teach you how to dance properly.”

Before you could protest you felt yourself be pulled into the middle of your living room on the carpet, coming face to face with Minhyuk. His eyes only slightly focused on you, hazily looking around as he tried to work out which of the versions that he could see of you was the real one.

“You’re so pretty Y/N, if there was a competition for the prettiest girlfriend, you’d win it.”

Your eyes rolled as Minhyuk fumbled over his words once again, wishing that when he woke up tomorrow, he’d remember what he was saying. You were used to it from him, he loved to cling when he was drunk, even if he tried to deny it every time that he was sober.

When you told him the stories of what he’d done the day after, Minhyuk would refuse to believe you. It never sounded like him, he could never believe the things that he came up with to tell you when he was drunk.

“You’re a good dancer too,” he complimented, placing his hands on your hips, “you must take after me, I’m a good dancer.”

“Of course, you are,” you agreed, shaking your head back at him, “you’re the best dancer in Monsta X, aren’t you?”

“Be quiet,” he whispered closely into your ear, “don’t let Hyunwoo hear you say that,” he warned, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

Your head nodded, promising to keep your secret from Hyunwoo, and continue to boost Minhyuk’s drunk ego, even if he wouldn’t remember it the following morning.

Throughout the rest of the night, you found yourself with a follower, barely able to get a minute to yourself without Minhyuk by your side. Even as you went to bed, he was still there, falling asleep and holding onto you tightly.

Luckily though as you woke up the following morning, you found yourself untangled from Minhyuk’s grip and finally able to move around for a little while and stretch your legs again.

You stayed in the bed and waited until the figure beside you began to stir, groaning straight away as soon as Minhyuk opened his eyes and got a glimpse of the light. Regret hit him hard, especially as he saw you smiling beside him.

“Why do you let me drink like that when you know it’s bad for me?” He asked, “you’re so cruel.”

“Excuse me, I tried to get you to stop but you refused to listen,” you responded, poking against his arm. “I would have tried to do something more, but you refused to let go of my hands after you got your first drink inside of you.”

A sigh came from Minhyuk as he brought his hand up to cover his eyes, “let me guess, you’re going to tell me how much I clung to you last night and how there was nothing that you could do because I was by your side.”

“It wouldn’t exactly be a lie, ask any of the boys, they’ll tell you too.”

“They’ll just say that because they like to be on your side,” Minhyuk noted, rolling onto his side to face you, “and to try and wind me up too.”

Your head shook back at Minhyuk as you continued to watch him wake himself up and try and push the pain that he felt at the top of his head away too.

“You know, at one point you said that I’d win the prettiest person in the world competition.”

“Did I really say that to you? That’s cheesy.”

“And you don’t even need to be drunk to be cheesy, you say stuff like that even when you’re sober too.”

“Were the rest of the boys drunk enough to not hear me say that?” He nervously asked.

“They were all drunk, I don’t think any of you will be able to remember last night,” you assured him, running your hand over the top of his head, “only the other boys are nowhere near as clingy as you are.”

Minhyuk’s eyes rolled yet again, “why do you let me cling? Why don’t you push me away and tell me to snap out of it?”

“Have you tried wrestling yourself when you’re drunk?”

“I wasn’t that bad, was I?” He sheepishly quizzed.

When your head nodded back at him, another groan came from Minhyuk, annoyed at himself for getting so out of control once again.

You couldn’t help but laugh, having seen this coming a mile away when you saw Minhyuk reaching for his first drink. “One day I will record you when you’re drunk, if you stop clinging for long enough to let me do so.”

“I can’t believe I’m a clingy boyfriend,” Minhyuk cried out.

“I can,” you giggled, continuing to tease him as much as you could, “you always have given me clingy vibes you know.”

“What do you mean clingy vibes?” Minhyuk scoffed.

“You’re a cuddler Minhyuk, when you’re drunk, that all gets heightened.”

His eyes closed as he struggled to listen to you, “I can’t believe that I actually cling to you, I never imagined I’d be like that.”

“No one ever likes themselves when they’re drunk,” you teased, “especially when they’re a nice clingy drunk.”

“I know, don’t remind me Y/N.”

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Monsta X as Coffee Shop Owners

note: this hit me in the Dramarama feels

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Shownu : the devoted mess

his workplace is a mess, the sink full of dirty cups and coffee beans sprayed out over the counter that he had forgotten to scoup up

you come by every morning to see how he’s doing and he welcomes you with your regular order in his hand

you end up working for him as his assistant because you feel responsible for keeping him together (he loves to tell you that “he got it” but the state of his shop begs to differ)

is a fast learner though and very dedicated to his job, won’t give up trying no matter how many hard ships he faces (if he has a set goal, like running a successful coffee shop, he will not give it up without a fight)

A/n: A sweet little commission!

Summary: Hoseok hadn’t planned on falling for you, but here he was, waiting for you just so he can comfort you.

Warnings: none, just fluff and a titch of angst, mention of last year’s debacle but no detail

Word Count: 1068

“Jagiya?”

His voice is soft and low when he calls you and you squeeze your eyes shut against the tears that burn behind them.

“I just need a minute,” you say, and it comes out harsher than you’d intended.

You’d been dating only a few months, and you didn’t want to take out all your frustrations on him. Sometimes you felt like you did everything yourself, as if you had no one to help you or comfort you. Today had just been one of those days, where everything had gone wrong and every fault seemed to fall on you. 

Hoseok is so sweet to you, you’d never want to bark at him because of something small like this and hurt his feelings, so when he comes over as always for your Friday night date, you hole yourself up in the bathroom when he asks about your day.

You’d tried to be what you thought he wanted, what all guys wanted, anyway, just a good time, fun and flirty. You’d liked him so much the first night you met him that the two of you talked all night.

You’d told him all about your new apartment and the kitten you’d gotten and he’d smiled wide and asked, “What if I come over and meet her on Friday?”

Ever since then, like clockwork, he’s at your apartment every Friday, making a point to greet Nix, your little black kitten, first, before kissing you. 

You haven’t had a really bad Friday before, and although you’d had bad days before, you’d been able to deflect them easily through text or on the phone. With him here, though, you know he’d see it on your face. He’s always so good at reading you.

You wish you could read him as well, you wish you knew exactly what you were….but he’s sweet and friendly to everyone, and the hot and hungry kisses you’d shared on your couch don’t mean that you’re his one and only.

Hoseok’s hand pauses at the door of the bathroom. He’s trying to give you space, can see that you haven’t had the best day the second he asked you about it and you excused yourself. He’d think you were sick if it weren’t for the way your lip trembled when he asked about your day, and now he stands outside the door, contemplating what to do.

Jagiya,” he says again, more softly. “Come out and tell me what’s wrong.”

[8:31pm] The tv turned off abruptly following the sharp click of a button on the remote. Kihyun sighed, running his fingers through his hair as he let himself feel the overwhelmingly dull atmosphere of the living room he sat in. He expected complete silence once the tv was off, but to his surprise the bedroom door down the hallway was cracked open with a dim light shining through. The faint voice coming from the room brought a small smile to his face as he stood from his spot in his recliner. He looked at the bedroom and then down at his watch only to realize that it wasn’t nearly as late as he thought it was. Still, he was tired. That’s all he ever seemed to feel these days. Exhaustion. He could barely remember the last time he got a call or text from someone who wasn’t worried about his mental and emotional state. They had good reason to be concerned for him, but he, himself, had enough to worry about—none of them including his well-being. The top priority for him was, and will always, be his daughter.

As if on cue, a giggle floated down the hall and to his ears, pulling him from his intrusive thoughts. He set the tv remote down on the coffee table and made his way towards the source of the giggle. The sound of his socks shuffling across the hardwood floor distracted him from the family pictures hanging along the walls that he didn’t have the heart to take down just yet.

Coming to the partially-opened door, he reached out and took the handle, pulling it open as a flood of weak lighting greeted him along with one other thing.

“Hi, Daddy,” the six year old girl looked up from the dolls in her hands to her father, a smile taking over her features. Her eyes turned into crescents and small dimples formed just below them, right at the apex of her cheekbones. You got those from me, Kihyun thought to himself.

“What are you up to?” he asked, leaning against the doorway with a matching expression. Her big, rosy cheeks and big, glossy eyes never failed to make his heart warm. That . . . that, you got from your mother.

“Playing with my dolls,” she spoke with such unbothered simplicity. He wished he could do the same. She brushed her hair from her face before looking back at him, “Is it time for bed?”

“Sure is,” he walked over to the kid-size bed he always managed to fit in despite being a giant compared to its small proportions. His knees practically always touched his chest, but he never cared because the sight never failed to make her smile and call him ‘silly daddy’. Nothing made him happier.

In routine, the little girl instantly slipped out of bed to put her toys away—just like her mother taught her. She gasped as she spotted the flimsy, paperback book sticking out from under her bed. With a quickness, she picked it up and fumbled back into bed, her father reaching up with a cautious hand behind her in case she fell. She really kept him on his feet.

“This is the story Mommy read to me. Can you read it to me?”

“Of course,” Kihyun responded hesitantly.

“You can sit here,” the six year old patted the space beside her on the small mattresses, “This is where Mommy always sat when she read to me.”

Kihyun felt a sting in his chest from her words. The ache that came with remembering her. However, the look on his child’s face pushed him to sit beside her, letting her rest against his side. His arm propped the book up in his lap. The content sigh that left her small lips convinced him to relax as he opened to the first pace and began reading.

“ . . . and they lived happily ever after,” the only sound in the room after he finished speaking was the rustle of the book closing. Kihyun was convinced that she had fallen asleep but after a moment of silence her small voice rang out.

“I miss Mommy.”

It was enough to make tears spring up in his eyes, but he bit them back before nodding and agreeing solemnly, “I do, too.”

His daughter sat up, looking over her shoulder at her father, “When will we see her again?”

There it was. The question he wasn’t prepared to answer. Kihyun had hoped and prayed she would never ask something like that. His mind raced with every possible answer he could think of, but none of them seemed right.

“One day.”

“I really miss her,” she repeated, her voice heavy with her need for sleep.

Kihyun pulled her into a hug and kissed her cheek as she yawned, “I know, baby, but one day we’ll see her again. And we’ll be a happy family together again.”

“We’ll live happily ever after like the story?”

“Exactly like the story.”

Kihyun:

..~ Pediatrician // Envisioning him with ill babies and kids and helping them feel better just makes my heart explode from the adorableness. “Say AAAHHHHH”. Handing out lollipops. Singing to the kids when giving shots. Has handmade thank you cards & such from his patients all over the walls in his office.

Changkyun:

..~ Psychiatrist // I feel like I could tell him all my problems & he’d listen attentively & open up my mind to so many perspectives & ideas that I’ve never thought of before. Isn’t one of those “looks like our time is up” psychiatrists, goes over time all the time bc he truly wants to help.

Wonho:

..~ Chiropractor // Those are doctors right? Anyway, yes I can see him snapping necks and cracking backs with a smile and asking “do you feel better now”. Loves the human body & loves to help people.

Minhyuk:

..~ Dermatologist // Lead by example. He has great skin. Trust no other dermatologist’s advice. Will wait months for an appointment. He’d have framed pictures of himself all over the office lmao

Jooheon:

..~ OB/GYN // A helper of women. Always listens to his patients and doesn’t try to put science or books over what they are saying. Always booked and busy. Has diagrams of vaginas everywhere.

Shownu:

..~ Anesthesiologists // “Looking after a person’s well being (yeah sounds like him) before, during, and after surgery”. Pays close attention to details and listens to the patient’s concerns. A great caregiver. Trusting him with your life is no problem.

Hyungwon:

..~ Oncologist // Treats cancer patients. Good with communicating and empathizing with his patients. Offers the best treatment options for individuals. Truly cares for his patients. He’s seen a lot. Doesn’t like to sugarcoat.

pairing: yoo kihyun x reader

summary:  hi!! Lmao I'm sorry that was weird but I live your writings???? I know that you're not in the mood rn BUT I saw how excited you got when someone requested something EXO since you hadn't gotten a request for them yet- WELL... I wanna ask someone Monsta X cause they're my babies and they need more love! Um... can I actually request two? One mafia where the reader accidentally finds out that her best friends are in the maf but she's in it too? And another one but MX x member reader? Thank you🥺❤

warnings: mentions of the mafia, guns, cursing, some fighting, mentions of blood/injuries, I wrote this as one request instead because it’s just easier for me, i hope you like it anon!

The mafia life isn’t like anything else. It’s not a job that you can just quit when you decide you want to do something else. If you just so happen to stumble your way into it, you don’t have the privilege of just leaving. The only things to do when you found yourself in such a lifestyle were to either do your best, stay content at the bottom and hope no one had a grudge, or die your way out.