#nashwrites

  We’ve had such intimate moments. 

I love him so much as a person but I’m afraid to tell him. (I’ll get there)

I’ve known him since I think NOV 11th & it’s the 15th and he already knows & can tell me he loves me (as a person) (sidenote: disconnected) -- he said it randomly & he thought maybe I took it wrong ...but I almost totally understand him. (<crossed out later)

  Which is weird.

*nope you don’t*

“Why do you need to go?” Changkyun asks, or more like whines in jealousy. You sigh, annoyed that he was still going on about it. You really tried to make him feel better about you having to go and help Wonho with his photoshoot for the next day, but he’s making it harder for you as he sits there and complain about how unsatisfied he is with your answer and it’s kind of getting on your nerves.

“Oh my god Changkyun! How many times do I have to fucking explain? I need to do this, whether you like it or not!” You say, not exactly yelling but it’s loud and clear for him to shut up. You spy from the corner of your eye as he proceeds to lay down and roll on the bed, moving further away from you as you put on your socks.

He sighs deeply, he only wanted to cuddle with you but no, of course you had to be busy when he was finally enjoying the short break he deserves. But, you were a part-time stylist and having Wonho suddenly calling you out for the next day’s photoshoot was really annoying. He could’ve asked Kihyun for opinions or maybe Minhyuk, but no. It had to be fucking you. Couldn’t it wait tomorrow?

And if you asked Changkyun if he was jealous, he would say “What the heck are you talking about, I’m not jealous at all!” and then continue to walk away while pouting and focusing on his phone.

You find yourself looking at Changkyun who looks like a little puppy curled under the sheets of your bed, and your hand find its way to type a sorry message to Wonho but then as if he was reading your mind, a message pops up in your notifications.

“Hey, im already here! Where r u?”

Fuck.

But once you turn around to speak to Changkyun, he’s not there and is on his way to the kitchen and you hear him mumbling to himself, and that—is not a good thing.

You watch him as he pretends to stomp like a giant bear would walk like, mumbling something like “I don’t need Y/N anyways, I can cook something good on my own and watch a movie.” And you sigh to yourself because first of all, Changkyun isn’t capable of cooking ‘something good’ and he does not like watching movies on his own.

You learned this from your two year relationship with him, of course.

Changkyun was upset, and you understood his feelings. He’s not angry at you, and you know that he’s just disappointed that things weren’t going as planned. And it’s not like you didn’t want to stay—of course you did—but work is work. You had to help Wonho out because it could lead to so many opportunities, and even if Changkyun was able to get you those opportunities with his help, you wanted your talent to be acknowledged instead of being forced in someone’s face.

You start fixing your hair in the mirror close to the kitchen, listening to Changkyun mumble something incomprehensible with that cute pout of his.

“Are you going to be like this all night?” you ask, or more like sigh out as Changkyun turns to look at you. You already know the answer, but you just wanted to talk to Changkyun before leaving to the studio.

Changkyun continues to stare at you for a good two minutes before turning completely around again, which means he’s giving you the silent treatment. Of course, you think as you roll your eyes. Really mature, Changkyun.

“Babe, come on. Really, you’re giving me the silent treatment?” you ask with a small chuckle, trying to reduce the tension in the air. Changkyun only acts like this when he’s really upset and that has only been twice, and those two times were easy to break through with a couple of kisses here and there. But now? It feels a bit different and it tears at your heart for him to act like this.

“Really, Changkyun? You’re being this childish when I’m only doing what I came here to do?” you ask once again as Changkyun’s ramen is done and he starts moving only to grab his ramen and instant rice before brushing past you like he didn’t even see you.

You stood there, frozen, and sad. You don’t like the fact that he’s not acknowledging your effort to cheer him up a bit because it sucks. He always makes sure he leaves you with a kiss or a small hug, but now he’s not even looking at you and it isn’t fair. He leaves you behind to fend for yourself all the fucking time, and now that you’re doing it—he has no right to sulk and treat you like this.

“Fine. Be that way. At least now you know how it feels to be left alone all the fucking time.” You say, crystal clear but you were only answered by the sounds of the blaring TV. You grabbed your wallet and phone before going outside to call a taxi to the studio.

“Fuck.” Changkyun mumbles, obviously regretting letting you leave like that. He shouldn’t have done that. You were right. He left you all the time, and it sucked. Why was he acting like a brat tonight of all nights? Shit, Changkyun was only sad but he didn’t have to go this far.

“Yah, you should go home. You’re all done here right? I bet Changkyun’s waiting for you.” Wonho smiles, as he gives you a small hug from the side as you drink from your bottled water.

It was fun, working with Wonho and the main stylist of Monsta X, and you’re pretty sure you’re getting yourself an opportunity to join future projects with her. She obviously liked your ideas and how you managed the photoshoot plans perfectly.

“Yeah, I should huh.” You smile at Wonho, trying not to let it out that you left in such an angry state – but a smiley Wonho really helped make you feel at ease.

“You did great, Y/N! I really appreciate your help tonight! Say hi to Changkyun for me, since I’m guessing he’s not coming back to the dorms today.” Wonho cheekily nudges you before patting your head, as he ushers you to a taxi.

You try to grin, mirroring Wonho’s action but you could only suffice with a small hug before waving and entering the taxi. Tonight has been great, sure—but with the way things were left behind, maybe Changkyun didn’t even think of waiting and left for his dorm instead.

On the ride home, you were thinking of all the possible reactions from him. Would Changkyun be waiting for you? Would he still be ignoring you? You realize that you hadn’t spent any time with Chankgyun the past week since he was too busy with the planned comeback but now that he’s finally had a night off—of course you had to work.

When you arrive home, Changkyun is sleeping on the sofa and it makes you smile. Maybe he was waiting for you, and fell asleep. He must’ve been tired to fall asleep on the sofa like that. You didn’t want to wake him up yet, so you went to your room to change into some comfy clothing before kneeling next to Changkyun’s body on the sofa.

“Babe, wake up,” you whisper, brushing his hair away from his eyes softly. You moved further and proceeded to place tiny kisses along Changkyun’s face to wake him up.

“Baby?” He whispers in a croaky voice, making you smile wide because you love his voice in the morning and right now, it sounds like melting chocolate to you.

“Hi, babe. I’m home early. Only took me an hour and now we can cuddle.” You whisper, your hand still stroking his hair as he nuzzles into his hand like he always does. You leave a kiss on his nose sweetly before receiving a lazy smile from the boy as he makes room for you on the sofa.

“Come cuddle.” He urges you, his eyes still closed and you’re relieved that he’s not mad at you anymore just like he was when you left. “I’m sorry you were mad.”

You take the soft blanket on the opposite armrest and went to lay down beside him as he pulls you in his arms before nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. “I really am sorry, baby.”

“No, it’s my fault too. The only night you’re here with me, and I leave you? Not acceptable.” You mumble as you leave kisses along his temple.

“No, please. I’m the one who’s sorry. I left you for so many nights, and I never knew how you felt. It sucked… all of that sucked and I’m so sorry I have to leave you all the time.” You sigh, and you move your hands to his face, planting your lips against Changkyun’s.

“It’s okay, I was just mad earlier and that slipped. You know we’re in this together, I’ll always be here for you. I signed up for this, Changkyun. I love you, and you only.” You whisper softly against his lips and he smiles at you before pulling you even closer.

“And tonight, tonight is all ours. I’m right here for you now, and forever.” Changkyun mumbles before pressing kisses all over your neck, leading to your chin, cheeks, forehead, nose and finally trailing down to your lips.

Now and forever, you smiled into the kiss.

When you had finally unpacked the last box, your new apartment had finally felt complete. You were giddy as you made your way through each room searching for your boyfriend. You found him looking out the window, enjoying the view of the future nights to come with you

You paused in the doorway of your living room, smiling to yourself. You took off towards Minhyuk, jumping onto his back. He swiftly caught your legs, laughing that beautiful laugh of his as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your hair swinging around you as he spun you around.

You giggled as Minhyuk took off around the apartment with you on his back. “I just finished unpacking, thanks for the help today, babe. Finally! No more boxes!” You murmured in his ear as you clung onto him tightly, not even worrying about how Minhyuk might let you fall as he piggy-backed you.

Minhyuk barged into your room, and you could feel him beaming. “Lee Minhyuk! Can you believe this? A whole apartment, all to myself. And you, of course.” You squealed as he dumped you onto your bed, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Laughter took over you and he looked at you before joining in with your laughing, your laughter contagious and leaving the both of you breathless and stomach aching.

“I’ll make sure to come over every day. Whenever I’m lonely back at the dorm, you bet I’ll be coming here without any notice at all.” He hummed, putting a strand of your messy hair behind your ear. “Like, nope. Not telling you. Just gonna barge in and make it my own house.”

“It is yours. I mean, it’s ours if you want to. I have no complaints about that.” You smiled, hoping that Minhyuk could stay with you forever, but you know he’s always going to be busy with his comeback just around the corner.

Minhyuk captured your lips with his, rolling over so that he hovered over you. He broke away long enough to whisper, “Guess I’m finally home.” You smiled up at him, trying your best not to tear up at this important step in your life before nodding, grabbing the sides of his face to bring his lips back to yours. You smiled against Minhyuk’s lips, and you felt him mirroring your actions. You rolled the both of you onto your sides before pulling away to rest your forehead on his shoulder blade.

It’s these kind of moments that are your favorite. The moments where you could just lie there and be content with each other’s presence. You lost yourself in Minhyuk’s bright smile, and the peace surrounding his beautiful eyes. You smiled softly at Minhyuk as he placed his hand on the side of your face, booping your nose along the way as he ran his thumb along your cheekbone. You hummed, letting him hold your face as you closed your eyes, relaxing into the soft bedding and pushing yourself further into Minhyuk’s embrace.

You could feel yourself falling asleep, snuggled up to Minhyuk. Your head resting on his chest and his arms were wrapped around you. And when you were on the verge of being asleep, that was the moment that Minhyuk sneezed with his entire body—one of the loudest you had ever heard.

When Minhyuk sneezed, it surprised you. You jumped, your eyes widening as you felt yourself rolling off the side of the bed. Landing with a thump, you were face down on the floor.  Over your groggy whines, you could hear Minhyuk cackling, not even caring about how loud it was anymore. He was rolling around, holding his stomach tightly as you pushed yourself up onto your hands and knees, using the side of the bed to pull yourself to your feet. You were met with a laughing Minhyuk, tears streaming down his face as he couldn’t contain his laughter.

“Hello? A little help here, Lee Minhyuk?” You weren’t as amused as he was, but you could feel a grin slowly making its way onto your face as Minhyuk continued to laugh, and laugh… and laugh.  

“I—I’m sorry,” he paused, “I—I, wow, that—that was a lot to take in.” Minhyuk says with a large grin plastered onto his face, but he continued to laugh again, and you couldn’t help but glare at him. It was funny, sure you could agree, but he’s overreacting—but then again, it is Lee Minhyuk we’re talking about here. He wasn’t having much luck apologizing through his laughter, attempting to wave his hands and reach out to you.

But Minhyuk was also the love of your life, so you gave up on your anger and joined him in his tear inducing laughter. You let him grab you by the wrists and pull you back onto the bed, the both of your laughter never ceasing.

“I’m sorry… you fell off… the bed.” Minhyuk apologized between fits of laughing. “But… I’m not that sorry… it was kind of too funny.”

“Well, at least—at least we know the carpets clean.” You snorted, trying to catch your breath.

You laughed along with Minhyuk and wiped the tears from your eyes as he told the story of you falling off the bed to your friends and his friends at a small gathering. This was the first time that you were letting him off the hook, finally letting him tell everyone else about that iconic moment, but you swore you had caught Minhyuk giggling about it on more than one occasion as you walked past your room.

Cold hands splay across your stomach, your warm skin turning frigid under his cold touch. His breath is heavy on your neck as his hands touch every part of you that his eyes linger on. Kihyun’s whole demeanour is different just the sight of you evokes a feeling within him that he can’t seem to stop and he smiles as a soft moan falls from your lips in ecstasy as his teeth lightly rake over the blank canvas of your neck. Kihyun closes his eyes briefly enjoying the moment for a few seconds till his fingers reach your parted lips and his eyes open as his index finger swipes over your swollen lips.

“You look beautiful like this.” Kihyun murmurs, his eyes casting over your form hidden by a pale sheet, your hair messy and an adorable tired look across your features. You kiss the pad of his index finger as he shifts himself on the bed. He moves himself so that he’s so close to you he can hear your sharp intake of breath when he produces yet another love bite on your neck.

“I’d do anything to spend the rest of my days just like this.” Kihyun says, caressing your cheek with such tenderness that you feel the need to attach your lips to his. “Just the two of us in bed kissing and holding each other close. Cuddling. All. Day.”

You sigh in content at just the idea of being with Kihyun for the rest of the day but also the rest of your life, there was no doubt that you’ve thought of Kihyun as your soulmate once or twice. You hate him sometimes (especially when he’s in a bad mood, or when he annoys the heck out of you)—but it was love. You loved Kihyun with your entire being and you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him.

“What do you think, love?” Kihyun asks and you roll over so that you’re leaning on your side facing him, you look at him the same way he looks at you—pure adoration written all over your faces.

“I think that I love you a lot.” You say and Kihyun beams widely as his fingertips brushes over the exposed skin on your hips as gentle as ever. He pulls you in closer to him, arms wrapping around your waist and drawing you in closer to him so that your lips are painstakingly close.

“Well babe, you’re in luck because you’re all I want. You’re the literal love of my life.” Kihyun declares, pecking the top of your head before pulling back to look at you again. “I love you so much.” You smile widely to the point that your cheeks ache but you don’t care because it’s worth it. He’s worth it.

You don’t say anything else but instead watch in suspense as Kihyun moves closer to you, eyes shutting close almost in instinct as he presses his lips to yours. Bliss consumes you as Kihyun takes you to a place of pure satisfaction as he kisses you deeply and desperately, as if he’s trying to say words he couldn’t speak. His hands pull at you with hunger pulling you so close against his body you can hear his heart beat. Kihyun needs you be close and to feel the warmth of your body on his. It’s what he craves.

He pulls back hushing your whimpers and whines and presses a tender loving kiss to your forehead. “Want to be with you. Forever.” He says so quietly, that he’s sure you didn’t hear him but you did. You smile widely at him, looking into his brown eyes that you find yourself getting lost in most of the time.

“Forever.” You whisper just as quietly as he did. You study his features as they illuminate at your words, and how he tries to stop himself from grinning so widely, because of how happy he is. How happy he is to just be with you. You roll your eyes at his attempt to stop grinning, so you let your lips touch the corner of his lips and once those creases he gets whenever he smiles appear, you leave kisses all over them as his hold over you tightens.

You press your lips press to his again. He smiles deeply into the kiss as you show him your love with him in one small but important kiss. When you part, Kihyun says suddenly, “Let’s go get a ring, or a bracelet, or whatever. I just want to get you something with my name on it.” He says but you just laugh and shake your head in response.

Your hands cup his face smiling ear to ear at the man you love, “I don’t care about all that, I know your name already.” It’s then that Kihyun knows that he can’t wait.

“Let’s get something today.” He says and he watches your eyebrows raise in confusion.

“Do we have to?” You ask as your thumb strokes over the warm flesh of Kihyun’s cheek. “We never get to cuddle in the mornings because of your busy schedule, and now…” You pause to take a look at the clock before looking back at Kihyun. “Now, we have hours before your next schedule which also means all the time in the world to cuddle.”

“Fine, we’ll cuddle, and then go out. I really want to get you something. Or maybe just hold your hand in public and let the world know I’m in love. Yup.” Kihyun says and he’s trying his hardest to not sound desperate even though it’s pretty much written in his voice. All he wants to do is be with you. Show you how much he loves you.

You smile at him. “Okay, we’ll do it your way. I just want to cuddle you after a thousand years without. I missed my little spoon.” Kihyun’s eyes widened at that, one step away from getting mad at how you said it, but also ashamed at how he had missed it too. He kisses you passionately and when he pulls back, he murmurs his love for you in all the languages he knows (or has been learning).

“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.