#mx writings

“Oh, come on now, Y/N, you can’t be fucking serious,” Kihyun bumps his shoulders with you at the counter of the bar, sighing audibly. He taps his fingers anxiously on the glass of his beer bottle.

You look at him, laughing, “I am serious!” You scan across the table, to a tall, dark and handsome figure talking casually to Minhyuk, “He’s hot, Kihyun!”

The boy next to you hung his head down, his own dark hair hanging over him. The guy you were ogling over was no one special, to Kihyun that is. He lets out another heavy sigh.

“And I can’t believe you have Minhyuk talking to him for you.”

Changkyun laughed by Kihyun’s side, massaging his shoulders. “He’s not that bad looking, hyung.” 

But for Y/N? Kihyun thought to himself, being shaken by his younger friend’s hands. Not good enough for Y/N, he thought.

Okay, maybe he was a little over protective of you. And maybe a tad jealous.

Just a little bit, he thinks.

He peeked at you from the corner of his eyes and you were literally resting your head on your hands, sighing in admiration over the other guy. Kihyun made a face at you, and you laugh.

“See? Even Kyun agrees,” you tease Kihyun, poking his arm. You let your hand rest on his stiff forearm. Kihyun could feel the heat of your skin through his clothes.

“What’s so great about him?” he asks, his voice dripping in sarcasm as he takes a swig from his drink, a tad curious.

You turn away from the man, leaning with your back on the counter, facing the two male friends of yours. You peek back at him over your shoulder coyly, and start to list.

“Well, I think even if his hair isn’t natural, I love how it looks on him.”

Kihyun unconsciously runs his hands through his hair, ruffling up his naturally brown hair.

“And he has these intense, warm brown eyes…”

Kihyun exchanged a glance with Changkyun, opening his eyes wider. His dongsaeng nods, amused.

I have that, Kihyun thought to himself.

“Oh, and look at those arms though. Like he’s buff, but not too bulky. Ah!”

The boy looked down at himself, thinking he has what it takes. He flexed his arms, coolly, clenching his hands into fists, as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Kihyun exchanged glances with Changkyun again, waving his eyebrows. Changkyun smirks, whispering, “Can you not be that obvious, hyung?”

You put your hands over your chest, clasped together dreamily.

“And he’s soooo tall,” you pretend to swoon, spinning once in your spot.

And then, Changkyun bursts out laughing, slapping Kihyun on the back. Kihyun clenched his jaw, scoffing in defeat.

He couldn’t help it that all his friends were giants, he was still tall too. Taller than you, and from your perspective, that would be all that matters right?

Kihyun rolled his eyes, as you fantasized about the other man, incomparable to him. He had all the traits you described, and much, much more to offer to you.

And, of course, he only wanted what was best for you, even though he felt like he had the potential to be a whole lot better than the other dude.

Suddenly, Minhyuk is motioning for you to come over and talk with them. You look nervously at the two boys beside you, smoothing down your hair, and fidgeting with the hem of your skirt.

“Go on then, to the man of your dreams,” Changkyun cheered, hanging an arm around Kihyun’s shoulder lazily.

Kihyun was visibly annoyed, his jaw clenched but he waved his hand, motioning for you to go greet them.

You walked over to them, Kihyun’s eyes trailing after your giddy steps. He watched as you tucked your hair behind your ear, and laugh at whatever stupid thing that guy was saying as you introduced yourselves.

“Ugh,” Kihyun grew pale, turning away from the scene, drinking his beer, dropping it back on the counter, empty with a loud clatter.

Changkyun looked at him amusedly. He smiled at his hyung knowingly, not speaking. He dared Kihyun to talk about it first, he knew the brown haired boy would break soon.

Kihyun had his own little fixation on you, Changkyun knew that. Kihyun would talk about the small things you did that day, or ask about you when he was away, or all those times where Changkyun has peaked a look at Kihyun’s screen and he was scrolling through your Instagram.

Kihyun had a crush on you.

A genuine, red-faced, stuttering and clumsy thing for you.

A check your social media thrice daily, and send a text a few minutes late just to be nonchalant, thing for you.

Changkyun sipped his drink, watching you flutter around Hoseok, or whatever the hell his name was. He couldn’t deny that he would rather you be fawning over his Kihyun instead.

You rest a hand on Hoseok’s arm, engaging with him in conversation.  You give him your full attention, your eyes twinkling with delight over him.

The tall man flicked your hair over your shoulder, surprising you with his boldness.

Kihyun’s hand clenched around the bottle, his knuckles turning white.

Too close.

Minhyuk is walking back over to you guys, glancing back at the pair of you chatting at the corner of the bar. He’s raising her brows, and making a wide-eyed face. When he’s within earshot of the other men, he finally speaks.

“Sooo, what do you think?” He was just happy at the prospect of putting yourself out there, since he wanted you to start dating, “They look pretty good!”

“Great!”

“God awful.”

Changkyun and Kihyun chime in at the same time, followed by a deadpanned Kihyun, looking on with half lidded eyes, trying to look anywhere else. It was difficult, especially when you’re the brightest soul in the room.

“Terrible choice, Min, I mean, come on,” Kihyun gestures over towards you and the other guy. “He’s wearing white jeans, with holes!” He was trying to hold onto anything as an insult towards this guy, standing in his tall glory, “Pretentious, isn’t it?”

Kihyun huffed, leaning back on the counter, ruffling his hair in annoyance.

Minhyuk laughed, shaking his head, nearly wagging a finger at Kihyun, “Honey, but doesn’t he look good?”

Changkyun nodded in agreement between the two of them, shrugging.

“Hey, looks aren’t everything,” Kihyun contradicted himself, just making fun of his clothes seconds earlier, “Bet he sounds like a total ass hat.” He ordered a new can of beer, he needed a drink to keep his mind off you.

He squinted his eyes at the sight of Hoseok motioning at something with his hands, and you giggling at it, placing a hand on his chest.

Kihyun’s blood was boiling.

“Come on, Kihyun, she looks happy,” Minhyuk spoke, tracing a circle with his fingers on the wooden counter. If you were happy, he was too.

I mean, they all wanted that.

Kihyun rolled his neck in a small circle, annoyed, but he wasn’t going to do anything about it. What could he do about it? You were smiling brightly.

They spent the next hour chatting amongst themselves, sipping drinks and trying to be wingmen for you. You could feel their eyes looking over you through the night.

Kihyun had his back turned to you, trying desperately not to look. He didn’t really want to see that smile aimed at anyone else. He slouched against the counter of the bar, laughing and talking loudly so that maybe you would grow curious and come back.

He wanted you by his side. He would so rather have you giggling and cracking jokes and dancing beside him than some random guy you just met. Besides, Kihyun had all those qualities you so readily swooned over. Except the tall part though, and the blonde hair.

But whatever.

Changkyun and Minhyuk kept an eye on you while talking with Kihyun; checking over his shoulder to see you cozying up with Hoseok. They missed your presence too, at least wishing you would bring the guy over towards the group.

The night rolled on, long and dim.

Hoseok was talking to you about his job, and about some supposedly cool thing at the office. You weren’t too interested, but smiling pretty and nodding along with his story.

You were both leaning against the wall, enjoying the company. It was a little awkward, but meeting someone new was always a little like that, so you weren’t too worried.

He was drinking a whole lot though.

You ran your finger over the lip of your glass, drawing a small circle while you listened. You were growing fidgety just standing in one spot while he spoke. You shifted the weight on your legs, your feet silently killing you.

You glanced over to your group of friends, Changkyun telling a wild story while motioning with his arms. Minhyuk was laughing hard, throwing his head back. And you were sure that Kihyun was laughing too, his form was shaking, but you could only see his back.

He wasn’t facing you.

You could only see his brown hair bouncing, and hear his laugh faintly from the corner of the bar. You felt a little pang of loneliness; you wish you could at least see his face.

You turned back to Hoseok, who was still rambling away, bragging about himself again, and his hand touched your exposed arm, grazing you gently. The scent of alcohol was strong on his breath, and you were starting to wonder how much he had to drink.

He smiled at you, leaning in closer,

“Want to go somewhere cozier?”

You jumped a little, goosebumps forming and a chill running down your spine. You were a little cold and shocked at his touch with your passing thoughts

You stammer a little, caught off guard, “Uhm, no I’m still here with my friends but, “You were pulling out your phone, readying yourself to at least exchange numbers.

Hoseok shook his head, smiling sneakily, “Come on, let’s go out somewhere. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind.” His hand was fully holding your arm now, rubbing up and down slowly.

You bit your lip, a little nervous at his forwardness. You shook your head back at him.

“N-no thanks, I’m fine.”

He was generally a nice guy, and you were content with just talking. His physical advances made you uncomfortable and the way he was leaning over you so suddenly scared you.

Hoseok stepped closer to you, invading your personal space, and touched your chin. His eyes were dark; you couldn’t read them.

You did not like this.

Kihyun was still facing away from you, softly humming to the music by himself. He was oblivious to the situation brewing behind him until Minhyuk shook his arm, worry written across his face.

He watched as Changkyun frowned, setting his drink down already walking over to you.

Kihyun raised a brow, “Wait, what’s going on–?”

He turned to see Hoseok holding your arm, and the back of your neck. He pulled you into an unwanted kiss, you were squirming underneath him and trying your best to push at his chest to break away from him.

You were gasping for air when Hoseok broke apart from you, and he was smiling lazily. He was obviously drunk and nearly falling over onto you. You stumble backwards, holding up his sloppy form.

He raised his head to speak, swaggering and pressing his full weight on you, but a familiar voice cut him off.

“What the fuck!”

You whipped your head around, pushing the drunk man off of you. Hoseok stumbled, leaning himself up against the wall, bumping into a nearby table.

It was Kihyun, walking angry towards you. Changkyun was following in suit, his eyes narrowed.

Kihyun stepped in closer to you, pulling you behind him to put himself between you and Hoseok. His back faced you still, you couldn’t see his face, but could imagine it based off his squared up posture.

“Kihyun!”

His hand was outstretched, signaling for you to stay behind him. You felt a small wave of relief fall over you, feeling protected but guilty. You wipe your lips with the back of your hand unconsciously as Changkyun stands next to you, backing up Kihyun. His arms were crossed tightly in front of him.

“What the fuck, man!” Kihyun growls, angled towards the drunk man.

Hoseok waved his hands, his light hair falling in front of his eyes, “What? She was into me!”

Changkyun stepped in front of you then, blocking most of you with his shoulder and retorted, “Well that’s not an excuse to forcefully kiss her, you fucking prick.” His voice sounded calm and level, but you knew better. His voice was only that level when he was angry.

“Well, she talked to me all night,” Hoseok spat, standing up tall, “She owes me that much.”

“You fucker,” You saw Kihyun’s fist shaking, his whole body vibrating in anger. His jaw was clenched tight, and he was giving the most murderous stare to the man before him. He was more than ready to beat this idiot down.

Minhyuk walked up behind you, clutching your shoulders and smoothing down your hair, asking if you were alright.

You nodded, “I’m just a little shaken… I’m fine though.”

Hoseok overheard that, jeering, “See? It’s fine, she liked it!” He motioned with his arms, “Just a little rougher than she’s used to, right boys?”

You watched Changkyun close his eyes and shake his head, silent in disbelief.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, you fucker?” Kihyun erupted, walking to the guy with heavy footsteps. He was ready to murder this man. He stood in front of him, coming up to Hoseok’s nose.

Hoseok looked at him apathetically, still speaking,

“What? I’m speaking the truth.”

Kihyun grabbed his collar, shaking him with a surprising strength, readying to deck him in his pretty face. His face was scrunched in rage as Hoseok cowered slightly.

“Stop!” you call, jogging up to them, you pushed past Changkyun.

Kihyun froze, but didn’t release him.

Hoseok looked at you, stupidly asking, “Coming back for more?” He was standing arrogantly, his weight on one leg.

“Fuck you.”

You scrunched your face and threw your red drink over him, spilling over his face, clothes, and white pants as Kihyun loosened his grip.

You pushed him hard with both hands, and he staggered backwards, bumping against the wall and then falling to the floor, making a large commotion.

Hoseok looked up at you, red liquid dripping down his face, and spat, “What the fuck!” He wiped his face on his arm roughly.

“Hey!” some employees called, coming closer to your group, the entire bar had their eyes on you. You heard a hush whisper fall over the crowd, cameras snapping all around.

Before you could respond, someone was holding your arm back, pulling you away. As you were taken away, you kicked his boot hard, while he was still struggling to get up off the floor.

The strong arm guided you out of the bar, and as you continued to look back you saw Minhyuk pour another drink over his head while shouting some profanities.

You cracked a small smile, finally looking forward to see who was pulling out of the bar into the cool air. You see Changkyun walking alongside you, his hand pressed hard on your back.

And then there was Kihyun.

He was pulling your arm, walking in front of you at a quick, and angry pace. His back was still turned to you, and you still couldn’t see what expression he held.

“You guys go ahead, I’ll wait for Minhyuk.” Changkyun said to you, dropping his hand and waiting at the corner. You nodded.

The both of you walk in silence, Kihyun with a strong grip on you. You could hear him huffing angrily, and you looked down at your feet, a little embarrassed, and a little ashamed.

The quiet air between you was unbearable.

“Kihyun?” you say, pulling yourself back to a halt. You needed to see his face.

He stops in front of you, dropping your arm, and crossing his. His shoulders looked so wide, and you saw the rise and drop of them as he sighed angrily.

“What were you thinking?” he scolds, his voice was low and sharp, cutting through the night’s cool breeze.

You turn to the side, ashamed, and rub the spot where he held you,

“I-I don’t know, he just forced himself on me… I wasn’t trying to…“ Tears welled up in your eyes, as you bit your lip to stop them from falling. The last thing you wanted was to cry while you were being scolded by a friend. You were more hurt that you made Kihyun and the others mad and worried, than the fact that you were kissed by some bar creep.

“I didn’t want to kiss him…”

Kihyun dropped his arms, his fists shaking a bit. He sighed again, trying to regain his composure.

From behind you saw him run his fingers through his ruffled hair, and then take off his jacket. He finally turned to face you.

Kihyun’s face was upturned a bit, his jaw sharp as he gritted his teeth. His eyebrows were knitted together tight, lines pressed hard in between him. You could see in his eyes that he was still furious.

You cowered away a little, not able to look him in the eye. You hung your head down, shutting your eyes.

Kihyun let out a small breath, trying to calm himself as he saw your glassy eyes. He dropped his arm roughly, slapping the sides of his legs with a resounding smack. He looked at your shivering form, and slid his jacket off.

“Sorry, Y/N.”

Kihyun threw his jacket over you, rubbing your shoulders softly. He smoothed down your hair, his touch was so gentle and kind now. You leaned into his hand, and he rubbed your head gingerly.

“I’m sorry, it wasn’t your fault at all, I just—I just lost my cool.”

You peek up at him, his brown eyes were softer as he wiped a stray tear off your cheek with his thumb. He blinked slowly, inhaling deeply to try to regain some composure,

“But I should have just fucking punched that guy.”

You hold his jacket close over your shoulders, thankful for the warmth, and smile a little. Kihyun cared about you so much.

“I should have punched him,” you argued, snuggling into his coat, warmed by his body. You begin to start walking, one of your hands holding his jacket closed over you.

Kihyun matched your pace, shaking his head at your fearlessness, “Are you alright though?”

You bit your lip, remembering the unsavory taste of an unwanted kiss. You blinked hard and shook the thoughts away, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

A warm hand grabbed your own then, surprising you. You looked down at them, and followed up the arm, landing on Kihyun.

He wasn’t looking at you, only facing forwards, but his ears were starting to glow red. You turn away, blushing yourself at the sudden contact. Your fingers easily intertwine with his.

It was comfortable.

“God, Y/N, please don’t scare us like that again,” he said breathily. He peeked over at you, his lips almost forming a smile as he tried to lighten the mood, “Would have had a better time if you stayed with us.”

You blushed and defended, “Hey! I didn’t know he was going to be an asshole!” You pretended to pull your hand back, tugging your arm up.

Kihyun held it back down, gripping it tighter, “Y/N, the white pants? At a bar? He’s definitely an asshole, babe.” He had an exasperated smirk spread on his face. He was still feeling the end tail of anger in his veins, but he wanted you to be smiling and light hearted. He didn’t want any tears from you tonight.

“Well, his white pants are ruined now, and he can’t prey on anyone else tonight,” you offer, a little proud of your counter attack, “Everyone saw too!” You huff defiantly.

Kihyun raised his brows at that, swaying his head at you, before looking forward. His tone turned serious again, less scolding, but more firm,

“Stay with me next time.” His brown eyes peered into yours, demanding your compliance.

“You?” you send him a small smile, your stomach doing a small flip at the insinuation. He’s never really inserted himself like that before.

“Us, I said ‘us’ right?” Kihyun bit his tongue at the little slip as he tried to recover.

God, your crush is showing, he thought to himself, throwing his head back a little.

You smiled at him, his cheeks were growing pink. You bumped his shoulder with yours as you walked, expecting him to give. But instead you bounced off of his firm frame, forcing you to stumble to the side a bit.

Kihyun looked at you, chuckling quietly at your antics, and swung your hand in his lightly in response. You giggle, understanding his sentiment but fidgeting at the implication.

He walks you back to your apartment, walking together in content chatter. He holds your hand the whole way, something uncommon but not unwelcomed. It made your heart race thinking about it, so you focused on the small conversation you made with him, admiring his facial expression as he spoke, and watching him smooth down his hair.

He walks you into your building and all the way to your door.

You separate hands then, needing to rummage through your purse to fetch your keys.

Kihyun looks down at his own, already missing your touch, and shoves his hands into his pockets.

You open the door, stepping in, expecting him to follow.

“Wanna come in for a bit?” you ask, turning to him as you slip your heels off. You voice was a little high from the excitement.

“Ahhh, no, I’m just going to head back to the dorm,” He tilted his head, leaning his body to the side, he wanted to run. His mind was flipping through what it meant when you hold hands with a friend, who you like more than a friend.

Fuck.

You pout your lips a little, disappointed, but nod. He was already turning on his heel to leave, when you call out to him, remembering you had his coat.

“Wait! Kihyun!”

Kihyun turns back, an eyebrow raised, jogging back to you.

“Your coat!” you say, as you looked down to slip it off your shoulders.

His hands shot forward, holding yours onto the jacket, pulling it back up. His voice was low and close to you as he spoke,

“Keep it for tonight.” He wanted to leave a piece of himself with you tonight, as if it could watch over you as a protective charm.

You laugh at little, looking up at him, “But you need it, you’re walking back, Kihyun! And it’s getting chilly—“

His large hands massaged the sides of your arms, and he smiled with his eyes crinkling,

“Keep it.”

Kihyun’s face was soft, his brown eyes reflected your confused form in front of him. He squeezed your shoulders softly, stepping closer to you, he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Y/N.”

“What?” you ask softly, taken by his sudden proximity. It felt warm, and intoxicating almost. He smelled nice, and you could count the freckles on his face as he drew in. Your eyes were bouncing all over his face, trying to read his expression.

His eyes looked like he was asking something of you.

You craned your neck up, tilting your head inquisitively, wondering what it would mean if you leaned in closer.

You watched Kihyun’s lips part open.

Yes.

Kihyun closed his eyes, closing the gap between you.

You were met with a tender kiss, his lips softly pressed against yours. You closed your eyes as the kiss deepened, your hands held gingerly against his chest, feeling his heart thump wildly.

The kiss lasted only moments, but a wave of passion washed over you. You felt weightless in his embrace, not wanting it to end.

Kihyun pulled away, pleased with his effort, as he saw you dazed and speechless.

He smiled coolly, and in a low voice spoke,

“Sorry, Y/N.”

Your mouth was hanging open as you stared back at him, blinking wildly.

“I couldn’t leave you with a bad taste in your mouth tonight.”

Kihyun dropped his arms after pinching your cheek playfully and scratching the back of his head. He chuckled, pursing his lips, but turning his eyes away from you,

“Well, I don’t want any drinks spilled over me tonight, so I’ll be taking my leave.”

Your hand went up to touch your lips, sanitized by your cheeky brown haired friend. A fiery red kissed your cheeks where his hand touched you.

Kihyun took your prolonged silence as his cue to leave, so he peeked one last glance at your blushing face, unsure of what it meant. He didn’t want to face this right now, so he turned to leave again, ready to scream profanities into the open street.

“Good night, Y/N.”

He walked away briskly, scrunching his face, wondering if he made the right choice. He was going to bring a hand up to wipe his face.

A small hand stopped him.

Upon seeing his form leave, and seeing his back face you again, you snapped back into reality. You were stricken, and anxious to see his face, and you wanted to ask him why he did that, and ask him how he felt, and what this all means…

You run into the hallway, chasing him down and grab his hand from behind. You were in such a rush you left your apartment door wide open, and ran out with bare feet, huffing.

Kihyun turned back to you, doing that thing where he quietly licks his lips. A victorious and relieved smile curled on his lips.

You look at him, eyes innocent and hopeful, and you quietly whisper.