#wonho x reader

Hyungwon’s thumb hovers over the call button. “The things I do for my brothers.” he grumbles as if his intentions aren’t almost purely selfish, and presses harder than he needs to on the screen. His tongue skims across his bottom lip before her voice rings shrill in his ears.

“Yah, Choi Hyungwon, how dare you call me? This better be good!”

Pulling the phone slightly from his ear at the volume and wincing. ‘Surely she’s not still that mad.’ he thinks to himself before taking a deep breath.

“Ah, Kat, um...I, um…” he stammers helplessly, willing himself to get a grip before she just hangs up.

“Well, spit it out! I haven’t got all day. I have a girl’s whole ass existence to scrutinize here.” Kat’s voice firm, but not angry, fingers flying across her keyboard as if on autopilot.

“That’s actually what I’m calling about. Um, C-Can you get me a copy of hyung’s f-fancall?” he’s convinced the blush on his cheeks is bright enough to see from space.

Quickly picking up on his hesitation, she takes a deep breath. Letting go of her shoulders, and her snippy mood, genuine concern taking over.

“What’s going on Wonnie? Is something wrong? Did something happen already?”, she asks.

“No, nothing like that.” he lets out the breath he was holding, still wary about where his inquiry might land him. “I just have a gut feeling that I need to explore.”

“Ok, but that’s not normally like you Hyungwon. Especially when it comes to your brothers escapades. Now what happened? As head of cybersecurity, I need to know everything anyway.”, her tone remained firm, but gentleness seeped in around the edges.

Sighing, he sits down on his bed heavily. He’s desperate to prevent himself looking like a pervy creep disguised as care for his brothers, as if Kat didn’t have enough reason to avoid him already.

“Alright, the girl. Her username seemed really familiar, selfie too. I swore I’d seen it before, but I can’t quite find what I’m looking for. I don’t know if she’s deleted her online presence or whatever since I saw it...or thought I did….” he could already sense her mouth opening to speak. “and before you say it, I’m not doubting you or your teams skills, but I would like to use my own ‘lie detector’, so to speak? I can put two and two together later, or rather, you all probably will. It’s just something that’s nagging at me.” he finishes, forehead resting in his palm. “It’s nothing dangerous, I promise. Quite the opposite actually.” he finishes, desperately hoping she won’t push him any further.

“Ok, I’m giving you 2 hours, Wonnie. If I don’t find out what you’re dancing around, you will fess up.” Kat commands. “Check your phone.” she says just as his device vibrates in his hand.

“Thanks, Kat. I’ll get back to you.” Hyungwon promises.

“Why do you always bring me big, heavy stuff without any warn...?” Kat doesn’t get to finish.

“Goodbye, Kat.” he ends the call quickly and pulls up the video he received. Perfect. Moving to his contact list, he scrolls to the bottom, and clicks on the name he needs.

“Hey, hyung.”, the voice answers nonchalantly.

“Hey, brat. You still got the addiction to reading fanfiction about yourself?”

“Always! Army can write some seriously delicious ideas.” the smirk on his face, lower lip automatically snug between his teeth, was evident even through the phone.

“I need your help then, Taehyung.”

“You got it, Wonnie-hyung. What do you need?”, Tae answers happily.

“Ok, I got a two-part question. I need your expertise of kpop fanfic and your uncanny ability to read a person instantly. If I’m right about the first thing, the second will be absolutely paramount.”

“Let me get my laptop.” Tae paused his movie, scooting some errant snack wrappers out of his way and stood from his bed. “So, there’s something specific you’re wondering, obviously, so you might as well come out and say it.”

“I’m gonna do ya one better. If she’s who I think she is, you’ll know right away and we can put my idea into place. If not, you’ll still be able to find what I need faster than E:C’s cyberteam.” Hyungwon pulls his phone from his face and copies the fancall file to his and Tae’s text thread along with possible spellings of the username he thinks is the right one. “I’ve got 2 hours to figure this out before Kat does and I wasn’t looking forward to that regardless.”

“You called Kat about this first?!” Tae asks incredulously. “What the hell, Hyung? You’d sooner swallow a washcloth from a jjimjilbang, before you’d risk talking to her again! This must be huge...just like your dick that she’s so scared of. ‘Concealed carry’ she called it I think?” Tae giggles maniacally.

“ANYWAY!” Hyungwon shuts that conversation down before it can go any further. He should know by now he will never live down the humiliation of essentially getting cock blocked by his own dick. “It kinda is and there’s so many benefits if I’m right. I need to get this figured out and get the upper hand before the investigation is done and hyung’s invitation gets sent out.”

“Invitation?! For E:C? Who’s it for? When? You can’t just drip scalding tea like that and not pour me a whole cup!” Tae whines.

“Bye, Tae Tae”, Hyungwon’s tone sickly sweet, clicking end call and flopping backwards onto his bed.

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Your head was pounding. The chorus of ‘Beastmode’ on repeat for some reason? The incessant ringing of your cell, however, is what truly caught your attention. Blinking slowly in the dim light, you sat up gingerly and took in your surroundings. Your fairy lights were on and the candle warmer on your nightstand was sending the first traces of your favorite relaxing scent through the air, meaning it was late enough for your Alexa Echo to have run your sunset routine. Looking down at your phone, you see your besties goofy selfie flashing. You picked it up without thinking.

“Mmmm”, you answered, pain flashing behind your eyes from the vibration of your own voice.

“BITCH WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? WHAT HAPPENED? TELL ME EVERYTHING!” she shrieked from the other end of the connection.

Yanking your phone from your ear like it had burnt you, you steeled yourself against more pain and hollered, “For the love of fuck! I’m RIGHT here. Stop yelling!” Shaking your head as if it would help anything, you reached over to your desk and grabbed the bottle of painkillers you kept there.

“I’ve been calling you for a half an hour! I know damn well that fancalls don’t last that long. Was he that hot that you had to rub one out?” she teased.

“Criminy, Nari.” you chuckled lightly, opening the bottle and shaking two pills into your hand before dry swallowing them.

“What?” she asked innocently. “Too overstimulated to handle any more perverted thoughts?”

“No, head hurts too bad.” you answered, standing slowly and stopping the timer and Monsta X’s voices.

“What’s wrong, are you okay?” all teasing drained from her voice.

“I’m fine, I think. I must’ve passed out after the call.” you pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to clear the fog from your mind.

“Holy shit, girl! That’s not like you at all. Stay put, I’m on my way.” she said as you heard shuffling into her shoes and jacket in the background.

“No, it’s fine. I…”

“I said I’m on my way.” she said flatly before hanging up.

Slipping your phone into your back pocket, you made your way to the bathroom to splash some cool water on your face, forgetting about the makeup you applied earlier. The racoonish reflection that met you in the mirror threw you off a little. Huffing loudly, you settled a headband into your hair and reached for your cleanser. You just started lathering it into your skin when you heard your door bang open. The perks of living literally one house down from your bestie.

“Bathroom”, you called out, anticipating her typical call of ‘where ya at?’ when she lets herself in.

“Nice look, hon. I bet you made Kihyun swoon.” she chuckled at your reflection of suds, mascara, and tinted gloss smeared across your face. Her concern fading when she sees you in one piece.

You blew a raspberry at her, sending some suds to land on her nose.

Wiping at it absently, she sat down on your closed toilet lid and faced you. “So?”

You relayed the fancall experience as you rinsed your face, lingering in the cool water a bit before reaching for a towel.

“A gift? I wonder what it is?” Nari questioned, fingers carding through her hair. “That’s not typical from what I’ve experienced, nor what I’ve heard from other fans or fandoms.”

“I don’t know, but it was really nice of him to do that, especially after humiliating myself like I did.”, your cheeks tinted at the memory. It will be seared into your brain for all time. Great, another haunting image to flash in your mind at 3am when you can’t sleep.

“You know he’s heard far worse than that, babes. I think it’s endearing.” she says dreamily.

“And you’re delusional.” you giggle as you turn the light out on her and head to your kitchen to make some tea.

“And you’re as delulu as I am. Forget that.” she says, taking the kettle out of your hands and replacing it with the bottle of tequila from the top of your fridge. “Let’s celebrate your first fancall and I need an update on your novel. It’s been weeks, I’m crackin’ out for a fix!” she says, taking your wrist and leading you back to your room.

“Why? You pout when I let you read sections because it ‘spoils the experience of reading the finished book’ and then you pout when I keep it to myself.”

“Just spill, I need an escape for a while and so do you! It’s been a big day for you.” she responds, grimacing after taking a pull from the liquor bottle before handing it to you.

“Fine, only if you quit pouting.” you chide her, knowing full well that she won’t.

“Scouts honor, ma’am!” she grins as you take your own swallow of the golden liquid.

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Hyungwon wasn’t surprised at all when his phone rang barely 20 minutes later, Tae’s picture illuminating his screen. If anyone was gonna find the information he needed, and fast, it was Taehyung.

“That was quick, even for you.” Hyungwon answered, barely getting his words out before Taehyung launched into his findings.

“HYUNG! Tell me this is the girl you’re talking about, I beg you.” the excitement in Tae’s voice was contagious as Hyungwon’s phone buzzed, alerting him of an incoming text. Pulling it up, he sees a different photo of fancall girl, the very one he was racking his brain to remember.

“Yeah, that’s her. She’s a fanfic writer, isn’t she?” Hyungwon thought back to the reader inserts he’d read that had him all kinds of twisted up. He never thought he could be so invested in fictional scenarios of sex, break ups, and happily ever afters; especially about himself.

“Fanfic writer?!”, Tae scoffed. “Hyung she’s the only writer. I’ve not only read every word she’s ever wrote, but I’ve talked to her before!”

That caused Hyungwon to sit up stick straight from his bed, his whole body on alert.

“What do you mean?”

“Okay, we all have secret social media accounts, but I’ve got a Tumblr that I’ve had for years. Actually, I made it because of this girl. Her stories about BTS were so realistic and intense. Not gonna lie, I’ve busted some unbelievable nuts from reading….”

“Taehyung!”, he warned. “Just gimme the facts, not the visuals.”

“Anyway, over the years, I’ve even requested some stories from her. Obviously she doesn’t know exactly who she’s talking to, but I’ve actually gotten to know her pretty well over the years. She has a whole ass library of stories. She writes about us, you guys, GOT7, Stray Kids...not only incredible sex scenes, but really amazing love stories, heart breaks, literally everything you can think of. The last time I talked to her, she’d lost her job because they found out about her account. They didn’t agree with the ‘image’ it portrayed of her, the bastards. She cried to me about it multiple times and I’d like to think I was the one who convinced her to take her writing seriously and make it a career. Her last post talks about stepping away from the fanfic universe because she’s writing a novel. She’s been radio silent for about 3 months now.” Tae finishes, breathing heavily from the onslaught of information.

‘So she is the girl I was thinking of’, Hyungwon muses. This is exactly what he was hoping for.

“Did you watch the fancall though? What’s your read on her?”

“Of course I did! It’s not the first time I’ve seen her in video, though. She sometimes makes video messages for her followers. Even so, she’s definitely ‘100% Taehyung approved’ if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Perfect, now I can work on my plan.” he says, to nobody in particular. “Thanks Tae.”

“Anytime, hyung. Will I be privy to this little plan of yours?” Tae asks hopefully.

“Once Kat and her crew have cleared her, we’ll all reap the rewards of meeting her.”

Your hands were still shaking as you applied the final swipe of lip gloss. Glancing over at your laptop, the timer you set ticked down steadily. You took a deep breath and tried to ignore the panic racing through your veins. After years of failure, you’d finally won a fan call with your Monsta X bias, Yoo Kihyun, today. The most beautiful voice you’d ever heard, coming from the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. You’d put together a speech and had been rehearsing it for 2 weeks, knowing you’d have very limited time to speak. As the numbers continued decreasing, you felt said speech slipping from your mind.

“Breathe, girl. He’s just a human being.” , you whispered to yourself as you picked at the same piece of imaginary lint on your blouse for the 100th time. “A human being that sings like a god and looks like sex on legs!!” you cried pitifully as you flopped backwards onto your bed, squeezing your eyes shut so tightly, you saw stars.

“Um, Hello?” the voice shocked you out of your fangirl meltdown. You’d know that voice even if you were in a coma. But, your timer didn’t go off? Shooting up off your bed like you’d been electrocuted, you look over to your laptop and see the Yoo Kihyun, looking around your room, probably wondering why it looked empty.

“H-hi!!” you shouted, leaping towards your chair and nearly missing the seat. Kihyun jumped back a little as your face came into frame, his features melting into that signature smile that could charm the pants off a nun.

“Sex on legs, huh?” he asked with a cheeky smirk causing all the blood in your body to relocate into your cheeks.

“I-I...well, um...you see...h-hi Mister um, Kihyun, um...”, your tongue tripped through your mouth like a slinky down the stairs.

“Cute”, he whispered more to himself than to you. “So what’s your name?”

Somehow you were able to relay it to the man without further butchering of the English language.

“Take a deep breath for me, sweetheart. We don’t have long.”

Obeying his command a little too easily, you’d unpack that later, you launched into your rehearsed speech and got through it with minimal issues. You told him how proud you were of him and Monsta X, how much they meant to you and how grateful you were for this opportunity. Once you were finished, you looked up to see him still smiling bright as the sun.

“Thank you so much, sweetheart. That really means a lot to me. I wonder, would you allow me to send you a gift? We’re almost out of time, but the managers have your contact information and there’s something I’d really like you to have.”

“Um, sure. You don’t have to, but thank y…” you began.

“Bye, sweetheart.” Kihyun said right before the screen went dark, displaying call ended.

You took a shuddering breath as spots and sparkles filled your vision field. The muffled chorus of ‘Beastmode’ met your ears, signalling time was finally up was the last thing you heard.

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Kihyun sat in disbelief, staring at the blank screen. While he was calm and relaxed throughout the interaction, inside he was on full alert. He’d been waiting so long to find someone that made his breath catch and his heart skip a beat. She was the one, she had to be. Now, he can only hope she’ll accept the invitation.

After a quick meeting with the managers to get a copy of your contact details before they were sent for rigorous review, Kihyun sent out a brief text to Bang Chan to let him know he was going to finally take advantage of the club and needed to make sure he was following all the protocol correctly. He was so lost in thought as he made his way down the dorm’s hallway, he ran face first into Hyungwon’s chest.

“Ooof! Sorry, hyung! You alright?” Hyungwon asks, backing up to get a better look at the pensive face before him.

“Erm, yeah. Oh, hey Wonnie. Yeah, I just finished my last fancall.” Kihyun responds absentmindedly.

“Not another sasaeng, right?” Hyungwon asked, concern in his voice upon remembering a few of the calls last month that had almost required therapy afterwards.

“What? Oh no, Wonnie. Quite the opposite actually. I think I found my first ‘escapee’.” he giggled with a smirk as he continued down the hall towards the common room

“You cannot just skate past that like you didn’t say what you just said, hyung! C’mon!” Hyungwon called out, chasing after him.

“Well, gentlemen, looks like I’m gonna be attending the club with you all, soon.” Kihyun announces excitedly, eyes glancing at the large sectional couch that held Shownu, Jooheon, and Wonho sitting engrossed in another cutthroat game of Mario Kart.

“Oh? What’s up?” Shownu asks.

“I’ve found my 'escapee'.” Kihyun grins like a cat that got the cream.

“Are you serious?!?!” Jooheon exclaims as he jumps up, nearly toppling Wonho to the floor in the process. “We’ve been looking for another one for ages!” he looks to the doorway as Hyungwon makes his way into the room.

“Yah, punk! This one’s mine. I’ve yet to experience the club since it opened.” Kihyun’s eyes narrowed at his younger brother. “Besides, I’m her bias anyway.”

“Admit that willingly, did she?”, Shownu cocks an eyebrow, his tone heavy with mirth, but Kihyun ignored him and continued.

“The fancall apparently connected before she was ready. I thought no one was in the room at first, until I heard her say something about “he’s sex on legs” and she popped up off her bed like she’d been shot. It was adorable.”

“Oh please, what legs?”, Wonho quipped before the nearest throw pillow was hurled at him from Kihyun’s general direction.

“What’s the commotion?” Minhyuk questions, walking in from the kitchen with Changkyun beside him.

“Kihyun-ah found his ‘escapee’, responded Wonho.

“Shut up! Who is it? How?”, Changkyun exclaimed as he pushed passed Minhyuk to get closer to Kihyun.

“Here, I’ll put her profile selfie up on the tv”, Kihyun turns and begins casting from his phone.

Murmurs of shock, approval, and jealousy fall from the boys mouths.

“Oh c’mon hyung, you can’t keep that one all to yourself! She’s stunning!”, Jooheon whines.

“I can and I will.” Kihyun’s phone began to ring. “Channie-ah! Glad you got my message. I need an invitation sent out.” excitement clear in his words as he continued off towards his room.

Jooheon moped back towards the couch and flopped down. “I can’t believe he’s not gonna share. We offered to share with him!”

“Multiple times!”, Minhyuk huffed

“We’re not even sure she’s gonna accept, guys. Once step at a time. Leave it to me.” Hyungwon stated cryptically as he pulled out his phone and sent off a few messages of his own.

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“Hyung! Haven’t heard from you in a while, what’s the occasion?” Chan said brightly when he heard Kihyun’s voice.

“I found my ‘escapee’.” Kihyun replied

“It’s about time! So, tell me all about it. Have you sent her information off to be reviewed already?”

“Yeah, I did that first thing after the fancall.” Kihyun sighs. “I can’t wait for you to see her, man. She’s beautiful. She was so nervous and shy, especially after how it started.” he laughs. “It sounded like she was giving herself a pep talk and the call connected right when she said I was ‘sex on legs’, so she definitely has a naughty streak. I wonder if she’s bratty too?” he mused, tonguing the inside of his cheek. “I asked her if I could send her something, so I’m gonna need an invitation kid.” Kihyun’s already megawatt smile was dialed up to 11 at this point.

“Wait, so you don’t even know if she’s interested? Hyung, c’mon man! What if she wasn’t actually talking about you? She could’ve been talking about any of the brothers. You need to be sure about this before we send anything. Our vetting protocols are thorough and irrevocable. We don’t send invitations without absolute confirmation. If there’s even a hint that she’s…” Chan’s thought was cut short by a low growl from Kihyun.

“Channie-ah, you don’t understand. I need her. I’ve never looked at someone and had such a visceral reaction.” Kihyun presses hard against the front of his pants just from the thought.

“I know that, hyung. That’s not how you operate. I know you’re serious about this, but we need to be sure, she is too.” Chan’s tone is matter of fact. “Let me have our crew do their thing first and see…”

“Chan-ah”, Kihyun’s voice dripped with frustration.

“Our people are quick, don’t worry. I’ll have an answer for you within 72 hours, tops. I’m taking this serious, hyung, I promise you. However, we don’t break protocol for anyone. Ever.” The finality in Chan’s tone made Kihyun’s brain stutter, allowing reason to step in.

“You’re right” the sigh that left his lips was soul deep. “Do your thing and keep me posted.” he said before ending the call.

“this is boring, the tv only has like two channels and the wi-fi signal is bad” he tossed the phone to one side of the mattress. “you’re safe and that’s what matters”, wonho said. “why don't you drop the professionalism for once. come on we’re alone wonho, that bodyguard act makes you ten times hotter but just drop it for five minutes at least”. his eyes locked onto yn’s, “i was hired to protect you, not entertain you” he voiced, putting his gun on the nightstand and sitting on the couch. “protect me i see…” yn trailed and then chuckled, “why don’t you protect me from this cold night then. come over here” he pats the side of the bed.

wonho felt heat creeping up his neck, becoming flushed, “would you ever watch your mouth?” he fixed his posture, “i know you like this so why would i stop?”, he sits on the bed, “i know the way you watch me, you think i’m not paying attention but i do” a grin appearing on yn’s face –you might be good at your job but you suck at hiding things” he added, “i’ll keep pushing until you break, until you give in and give me what i want” he muttered lowly with a sexy tone, crawling in the bed that was right i front of the couch where wonho was sitting.

“i don’t mix my work with personal matters. as i said i’m supposed to protect you not fuck you” wonho loosened up his tie, it felt like it was choking him, “there’s always a first time for everything” yn smirked at wonho, his chin resting over his hands that were placed on the edge of the bed. wonho stood up and walked towards yn, he stopped right in front of him –his crotch inches apart of yn’s face, he was there looking down at yn with those hunter dark eyes. he grabs his face, both hands placed on his cheeks –pulling his face up to make eye contact– “you don’t have any idea of what you’re asking for, boy” his low voice making yn’s body shiver. “then why don’t you show me?” submissiveness laced on yn’s voice.

yn’s face was pressed against wonho’s crotch, sniffing into his manly scent, feeling the bulge growing inside those clothes. he is then pulled up by wonho and then is thrown to the center of the bed –wonho crawled quickly over yn, lips latched on the other’s. his hands pinning yn’s hips in place. yn gasped, feeling breathless by wonho’s rough kisses, he melted on the kiss while his hands took off the other’s jacket and shirt –the tie still around his neck, hanging loosely. yn’s fingers quickly found wonho’s massive chest, squeezing and kneading the skin there and also playing with his nipples –swallowing his moans in the act.

yn kept tugging at his tie to deepen the kiss while wonho’s hips moved on their own, frotting his bulge on yn’s ass, the legs of the latter locked on the other’s hips. “just because i did what you wanted doesn’t mean i’m not in charge” wonho spoke in between pants and wet sloppy kisses to which yn responded with “i didn’t pretend to be in charge anyway”.

wonho as the strong man he is ripped yn’s shirt and in a swift motion pulled down both his pants and underwear leaving him completely naked under him, then his mouth latched on yn’s throat –nipping at the skin there while his hands unbuckled his belt to take off his the remaining pieces of clothes on his body. “you’re so fucking hot” yn whimpered, “you have no idea how much i wanted this”. one of wonho’s hands wrapped around yn’s dick while the other worked on his hole, coating it in saliva and stretching him open with scissoring motions. then he finally pushes himself into yn, the stretch making yn moan louder. the room quickly got filled with those arousing wet sounds accompanied by filthy words that wonho whispered on the bottom’s ear –each word making him more and more horny. the headboard of the bed slammed against the wall and the bed creaking as equally as wonho’s rough thrust were, the pace perfect to fuck some attitude out of yn, to make him realize who’s the one in charge in this work relationship.

yn’s hands clawed at wonho’s broad, muscular back, his nails leaving traces –marks of how good he was feeling thanks to him. the stinging pain didn’t matter, it’s being drowned by the delicious sensation down there, it’s like heaven. “wonho” yn slurred, hugging wonho tightly –he doesn’t want this night to end– this flipped a switch inside the bodyguard, “say my name again” purposefully slowing down his thrusts to make the other whimpers, the painfully slow drags of his cock inside his ass making him squirm, he wanted more, he needs more.