so, i got tickets for monsta x’s tour, and they sent me a free All About Luv album. and i was just looking through it again and i noticed the lyrics to Beside U with pitbull was wrong. what happened???
like those lyrics aren’t in the song, and pitbull’s lyrics aren’t in here. was this supposed to be his lyrics but they just never changed them or what?
changkyun’s lines in misbehave don’t show up either. wth???
so, i got tickets for monsta x’s tour, and they sent me a free All About Luv album. and i was just looking through it again and i noticed the lyrics to Beside U with pitbull was wrong. what happened???
like those lyrics aren’t in the song, and pitbull’s lyrics aren’t in here. was this supposed to be his lyrics but they just never changed them or what?
A piece I did for a friend for Christmas. This time with 2 versions!! ☺
Joohoney is her ultimate bias and he definitely deserves everyone’s love! ❤
Since the reference pic I used had a lot of empty space, I thought it would be fun to fill it with track titles and lyrics from his mixtape (which is AMAZING, give it a listen!!). ❤
Summary: Jooheon tries to bake you a dessert. Why? Because he feels like he needs to.
—requested by Anonymous: “oh your writing is so good <3 i love it a lot esp your jealousy series ^^ would it be ok if you wrote something domestic for monsta x? like a house husband or smth concept lol, for whichever of the members ^^”
Author’s note: sorry this took so long! OTL
Words: 1.5k
Warnings: a tiny bit of angst that gets resolved immediately through communication because my soul is Allergic To Angst
*
One Friday evening, you look up from your work laptop and sniff the air. “Heony? Is something burning?”
There’s no response. Ominous.
You save your work, lock your computer and get up from your desk to investigate the burning smell.
It’s dark out; you didn’t realize how much time had passed since your last break. There seems to be some kind of noise coming from the kitchen, and you head there.
“Jooheon-ah, are you — ?” You round the corner and stop, surprised. “Oh, hi Kihyunie! When did you get here… what’s going on?”
Jooheon and Kihyun look up from whatever they’re doing with the oven, which, judging by their distressed expressions and the smell in the air, isn’t going very well. Jooheon’s in a squatting stance, holding the oven door open, while Kihyun seems to be trying to extract something with tongs and an oven mitt.
“Wait, nuna!” Jooheon stands and lets go of the oven door. “It’s not ready yet — ”
“Hey, don’t let go!” Kihyun yelps as he yanks his hands back just in time.
“Be careful, guys.” You enter the messy kitchen and reach for Kihyun’s hands. “You okay, Kihyun-ah?”
“Yeah,” he says sheepishly, letting you remove the oven mitt and inspect his hands. “Sorry, I should’ve said hi when I got here a while ago.”
“It’s okay, I was probably in a meeting anyway.” You pat his hands before letting go and moving to Jooheon’s side. “Heony, what’s going on?”
His bottom lip is starting to stick out. “This was supposed to be a surprise.”
“What’s ‘this’?” You crouch down to look into the oven door.
Jooheon tugs you back to your feet and tucks you into his side. “Wait! It’s not done yet.”
You can’t help smiling at his pout. “It kind of smells done, Jooheon-ah.”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” Kihyun says, “um, we thought your skillet was oven-proof.”
“You… burned my skillet?”
“I’ll buy you a new one, nuna,” Jooheon says promptly.
You chuckle. “You don’t have to. Just tell me what you were trying to do.”
He squirms. “Nothing, really.”
“Nothing, really?” You raise an eyebrow, then turn to Kihyun. “Hey, Kiki, want to tell me what Jooheon called you over for?”
“Okay, fine.” Jooheon tugs you back to face him before Kihyun can answer. “I was trying to bake you a dessert, all right? Don’t laugh.”
“A dessert?” you repeat, surprised. “Why?”
He flushes a little and looks away. “You’ve been working overtime all week… I just wanted to do something for you while I’m home from tour.”
Wow. You’re touched. “Thank you, Heony.” You peck his cheek. “You know you don’t have to do anything for me, right? Just being here is enough.”
Shyly, he meets your eyes. “But I want to.”
Smiling, your heart full, you give him another kiss, this time on the lips. He responds eagerly enough that Kihyun decides to give a light cough to remind you of his presence.
You pull back from Jooheon and look round at Kihyun. “Right, so, you’re here to provide baking expertise, Kihyun-ah?”
“I didn’t know he wanted to bake,” he says immediately. “I mean, I’m an okay cook, but I’m not a baker. I wouldn’t have touched your pans if he hadn’t made me, nuna, honest.”
You laugh and pull free of Jooheon’s grip to go over to Kihyun. “Don’t worry, I’m not blaming you. Thanks for trying to help.” You pat his cheek, then take the oven mitt and put it on. “All right, let’s see what we’re working with here.”
The smell only worsens when you open the oven and reveal the sad remains of what looks like a brownie cake, which probably explains the cocoa powder dusted lightly over both Jooheon and Kihyun. Holding your nose, you gingerly pluck out the burned pan.
“The recipe said it was a ‘fool-proof’ skillet brownie,” Jooheon says mournfully. “And I even called hyeong for back-up.”
“Hey, I didn’t come over here to be called a fool,” Kihyun shoots back. “Why didn’t you pick something I can actually cook?”
“It was supposed to be special! Nothing you usually make is special.”
“Excuse you??”
“Okay, guys,” you interrupt, suppressing a laugh. “How about takeout for dinner? Sound good?”
*
At your insistence, Kihyun stays for dinner. It’s the least you can do after he’s helped out with Jooheon’s baking adventure. The two of them fill you in on the latest progress for Monsta X’s next comeback, and you laugh until you cry at the stories of their tour shenanigans. When Kihyun says it’s time for him to go, you see him off with a full stomach and fuller heart.
“You can come by anytime so long as you promise not to touch my oven,” you tell him, and he grins and says he’ll take you up on that.
You close the door and return to the kitchen to find Jooheon staring at your burned pan in the kitchen sink.
He looks up. “Let me buy you a new pan, nuna,” he says, eyes big. “Please?”
In the face of his adorable persistence, you can’t help but acquiesce. “All right, all right. You can whip out your card the next time I’m shopping for pans, okay?”
Jooheon smiles, eyes immediately disappearing, and surges forward to take your arm and tug you to the living room. “C’mon, let’s order one now.”
You laugh as he sits you down on the couch and hands you your laptop. “I meant the next time we go out shopping, Jooheon-ah.”
“But we don’t know when that’ll be.” His smile collapses back into a pout. “Why not just buy one now?”
“I should probably do some research first so I can get one that’s oven-proof next time,” you joke.
“No, but — ” He sits down beside you and pushes in close, slinging an arm along the sofa behind your back. “Who knows when you’ll need that kind of pan, right? It’s better to have one than none at all.”
You chuckle wryly. “Heony, I haven’t used that pan in a month. You know I cook even less than you do.”
“Butnuna.” Jooheon presses in closer, lips pursed in a tantalizing pout.
You can’t help stealing a quick kiss. “What is it, Heon-ah? Why do you want to buy me a pan so badly?”
“It’s not… I mean… ” He huffs out a breath. “I don’t want you to go shopping with my manager-hyeong again, okay?”
???
“EH?” you ask, boggling. “Shopping with your manager? When did I —”
“You know that one time!” Jooheon bursts out, sitting back. “When you came to see us after that radio schedule! You and Manager-hyeong had gotten the couple drink set from the bubble tea shop!”
“Couple drink set… ?” You rack your brain, and locate a faint memory of picking up bubble tea before heading to the radio broadcast station. “Heon-ah, I just wanted to try the specialty drink, and none of you guys drink bubble tea, so I gave your manager the extra, that’s all!”
“When Minhyuk-hyeong pointed it out, Manager-hyeong turned totally red!” Jooheon crosses his arms.
“Minhyukie was just joking around, trying to embarrass us on purpose. You know it didn’t mean anything.”
“Yeah, well, you’re mygirlfriend.We’re a couple.”
“Your manager-hyeong knows that.” You keep your tone soothing even though you kind of want to smile at his petulance. “I really just wanted to drink that specialty tea, honestly. You believe me, right?”
At that, Jooheon’s stiff posture softens, even though you can see him struggling to keep his expression stern. “Still,” he huffs, “I… want to be the one sharing those couple things with you. I want to do those kinds of couple things with you.”
“I get it, Jooheon-ah.” You lean in and give him a kiss. “We can, and we will, all right? We’ll do everything you want to do together.”
“…Yes.” He finally relaxes and returns your kiss warmly. When he breaks contact, he doesn’t go far, looking into your eyes. “I feel like we’re apart so often, nuna. I really wish I could make up all that time, fill in all that time to be the kind of couple we should be.”
Oh, Jooheon.
You cup his face in your hands. “There’s no should. We’ll be the kind of couple we want to be. Okay? Don’t feel like you have to make up anything. You know that’s not what I want from you.”
“I know,” he acknowledges softly. “I just… want to make sure we are. A couple, I mean. I want us to feel like we’re together.”
“Weare together. We’re together because we love each other, as we are. And that’s enough.” You look him in the eye. “Yes?”
He looks back at you steadily, then nods, once. “I love you,” he murmurs, and kisses you again.
“Love you too,” you whisper, in between kisses. “I love you, too.”
