[7:39am]

You we’re waking up from a perfect night of sleep. Still sinking into your sheets as if you were glued to them. The crisp, cold morning air coming through your slightly open window hitting your face. Stalked by yolk colored sunshine peering in, practically painting your room and sheets.

As you lay there fuzzy headed and lazy eyed you hear silent groaning beside you. Turning your head you see sleepy Minhyuk awaking from his slumber.

The morning sunrise perfectly hitting his skin, making it glow even more. Pouty swollen lips and light blue messy hair stuck to his forehead.

As he slowly peels his eyes open and gives you the same warm loving smile that you’re greeted with every morning.

“goodmorning mrs. lee” He whispers.

You slowly caress his face and peck his strawberry sented lips. smiling at your newly found last name.

“good morning mr. lee”

New MX blog ♡

I’m not really that new, I’ve had a tumblr before but I just got this one! I used to not be that active, but I want to change that!

I may write some fics here and there, although I’m not very good. They’ll be for me mostly but I hope other Monbebe will enjoy them as well

some about me :

• I’m 21 as of July 2019 ♡
• she/her
• I’ve been a monbebe since 2017
• I’m a minhyuk ult
• I love every single member so so much
• monsta x are my ult of all ults & so is minnie!
• my favorite color is pink and I love soft things
• but I’m secretly not soft at all and I made this tumblr to basically vent out my hard stan side

I really hope to also make some friends while here !

- minsgirl

(I haven’t thought of a name to give myself here since I don’t want to expose my identity, so just minsgirl for now ♡)

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.”

After a few minutes pass:

“So… can I buy you a pan now?”

*

← previous: I need you to come

Summary: You need to double-check with I.M whether he knows what he’s saying in the lyrics of ‘Love Killa’.

Words: 1.7k words

Warnings: mentions of oral sex, slight crack

*

You follow Shownu into Monsta X’s waiting room and loudly announce, “Hey, Changkyun-ah! We need to talk.”

Changkyun, who’s lounging on the far side of the room, looks up from his phone. “Oh, nuna, hi.”

“Nuna! I didn’t know you were coming today.” Jooheon rises from a nearby couch with a welcome smile and ducks around Shownu to give you a hug. “Hyeong sneaked you in?”

“Manager-hyeong did,” Shownu explains as he sits down on the couch in Jooheon’s vacated spot.

“Hey, Heonie,” you say, returning the hug warmly. “Did you gain weight? You look so healthy.” You peck him on his plump cheek.

He draws back with a light flush, his dimple out in full force. “Eh, you don’t have to point it out, nuna.”

“Why not? Surely everyone’s telling you how handsome you are these days,” you say with a grin. “Right, Hyungwon? Minhyuk?”

“He brushes it off, but I think he just wants us to keep saying it,” Kihyun chimes in, looking up from his position between Minhyuk and Hyungwon.

“Dude, you just died,” Minhyuk exclaims, stabbing at Kihyun’s phone screen. “If you’re not going to play properly, give it to me.”

“Hey, Y/N-nuna is here,” Kihyun retorts, “don’t you think you should greet her at least?”

“Nah, don’t mind me,” you say cheerfully with a wave. “I’m just here to talk to Gyunie, anyway.” You head further into the room, ignoring the slight fuss behind you as Jooheon accidentally sits back down on Shownu’s lap (“Eh?? Hyeong, that’s my spot…”) and walk over to Changkyun, who’s put away his phone.

“What’s up?” he asks.

You sit down and lean in close. “So. Changkyun.”

He straightens at your serious tone. “Nuna?”

“I need to ask you a question.”

“A question?” Changkyun stiffens even further. “Did — did Shownu-hyeong say something?”

You cock your head. Shownu? Say something?

“Because I told him it wasn’t true,” Changkyun says, words starting to spill out faster. “It’s not true, I was just — ”

As he stutters, you boggle at him. “What are you — ”

“I definitely don’t like you like that, nuna!” he bursts out, loud enough for everyone in the waiting room to hear.

And apparently they do hear, because the room has gone quiet.

Your eyes grow wide. You take in Changkyun’s embarrassed face, his cringing expression as he looks away from you, and you can’t help it: you laugh out loud.

“Changkyunie, you have a crush on me?” you gasp out. “That’s so cute, oh my God.”

“C-cute…?”

“You know I’m like an ajumma, right?” you say between chuckles. “Wow, I didn’t know mature women were your style, Gyunie.”

“You’re not an ajumma, noona,” he protests immediately, even though he’s still not meeting your eyes. “You’re only Shownu-hyeong’s age.”

“I guess you’re right, that would make Hyunwoo an ajeossi.” That thought sets you off on another round of giggles.

“Don’t laugh.” Changkyun’s hands come up to cover his reddened ears.

“Okay, sorry, sorry.” You get your mirth under control and reach out to give him a reassuring pat on the arm. “Don’t worry, I’m just teasing you.”

His gaze flicks up to meet yours, then away. “I’m only two years younger than Kihyun-hyeong, anyway,” he grumbles.

“Than — ?” You turn around reflexively to look at Kihyun.

That’s when you find all five other members openly staring at you and Changkyun, with varying expressions: Hyungwon and Minhyuk look slightly disgusted, Jooheon looks startled, Kihyun looks pissed and Shownu… he looks concerned.

A little taken aback, you try for a light-hearted chuckle and wave. “Uh, we’re just joking around here. That’s not what I wanted to talk about, anyway.”

But then Kihyun stands up. “So what if you’re only two years younger?” he snips at Changkyun. “Two years is a lot, you know.”

“Kihyun,” Shownu begins.

“It is nota lot,” Changkyun fires back. “You’re two years younger than nuna.”

“That makes you four years younger.”

“Oh my God,” Hyungwon mutters, and slides down on the couch into a sleeping position. “Wake me up when it’s over.”

“It’s not like four years is that much more than two — ”

“Hang on,” Jooheon interrupts, “why are we fighting over Y/N-nuna? She’s Shownu-hyeong’s girlfriend.”

At that, everyone looks back to Shownu. He’s standing, looking between you and Changkyun and Kihyun with brows lowered.

“Changkyun,” he says this time.

Changkyun visibly quails into the couch. “I don’t mean it like that, hyeong,” he says, though his tone is quiet. “Not like Kihyun-hyeong.”

“Then just stay out of it,” Kihyun hisses at him.

“Kihyun,” Shownu repeats.

Kihyun looks round, his stance softening into something less aggressive. “Hyeong, you know — you know I wouldn’t. You know I won’t.”

For a while Shownu just looks at him. Kihyun looks back, holding his gaze steady.

In the meantime, you gape at everyone and everything as you try to wrap your head around this drama-like scene unfolding in front of you. Jooheon and Minhyuk are watching with similarly wide eyes, while only Hyungwon seems to consider this beneath his regard, at least in favour of a nap.

“Um, so.” You clear your throat, and blink as everyone’s attention shoots back to you. “I was actually going to ask something else.”

Changkyun looks between you and Shownu.

“Hyunwoo didn’t tell me anything like that,” you say, a little more gently, because you can see how embarrassed he is. “It’s a question about your lyrics for the ‘Love Killa’ comeback.”

“Oh.” His shoulders slump. Then he glances once more at you, groans and covers his face. “Ugh. Seriously?”

Despite the situation, you have to stifle a chuckle. “So… can I ask?”

“Is Shownu-hyeong going to kill me after he’s done with Kihyun-hyeong?” Changkyun replies without removing his hands.

“No, of course not.” You peek over your shoulder just to make sure you’re not lying. Looks like Shownu and Kihyun are engaging in some sort of staredown; you’ll just… well, leave them to it.

“Okay. Ask.”

You sit back down next to him. “Right, this might be embarrassing, but don’t feel embarrassed, all right? I’m just curious.”

He peeks out from between his fingers. “What’s embarrassing?”

You lower your voice. “Your rap lyrics…” You have to clear your throat again before the words come out. “You said, ‘I want you to eat me like a main dish’.”

Your suspicions are confirmed when Changkyun bolts upright and presses back into the sofa arm as though he wants to disappear into it, and that sets off your laughter again.

“Oh my God, you really did mean it that way,” you gasp out, slapping your knee. “Damn, Gyunie.”

“Meanwhatwhat way?” Suddenly both Shownu and Kihyun are standing next to you, faces tight.

Changkyun scrambles to his feet. “Not about me liking nuna!” he says. “It’s about my line in ‘Love Killa’!”

Shownu meets your eyes, and a sense of deja vu flashes over you. He tilts his head, barely.

Your laughter fades away as you realize you’re about to explain cunnilingus to them. “Um, I guess Changkyunie didn’t tell you guys, but… saying ‘to eat someone’ in English — it can mean — oral sex.”

Kihyun’s eyes bug out. Shownu lets out a slow, controlled breath. His eyes stay fixed on you.

“Oh, shoot,” you realize belatedly, “I wasn’t supposed to talk about sex in front of Kihyunie.”

Fortunately, Kihyun’s more focused on tearing into Changkyun than paying attention to you. “Yah, Im Changkyun! Why didn’t you explain? We’ve literally been singing along to these explicit-ass lyrics and you just let us? You little punk!”

“I didn’t ask you to sing along, hyeong! Jeez!”

Shownu inhales, exhales again, slow and controlled, still looking only at you. You sidle over to look at him face-to-face and search his expression, wondering how he’s feeling.

“Hyunwoo-yah? Are you mad…?”

He takes your hand in his bigger one and grips firmly. “I’m…” Exhaling once more, he shakes his head. “No. Not about Kihyun.”

“Then, Changkyun?” You glance over your shoulder. “Hyunwoo, you must know I’ve never, ever thought of him like that.”

“I know. I know.” He repeats the word softly as he draws you closer. Close enough that even though you’re still standing apart, his size makes you feel like you’re wrapped up in him.

“I really only wanted to ask him about those lyrics.”

“Yes. I understand.”

You look up into his eyes. He looks back, gentleness replacing the tight wariness, and you reach up on tip-toe to kiss him on the lips. “I’m sorry for worrying you.”

“Next time…” He catches your other hand in his as well, tethering you to him. “Can you tell me before you ask the members things like that?”

“Yes. I will, yes.” You nod promptly. “I swear, anything sex-related, I’ll run by you first.”

He sighs, then smiles, a little ruefully. “I wonder why there’s so much of it in the first place.”

“It’s your members’ fault for being so explicit.” You let go of his hand and swing around to stare at Changkyun. “Right, Changkyun-ssi?”

He looks up from his defensive cross-legged and cross-armed stance in the corner of the couch. “Uh, what?”

“She’s saying you’re too dirty-minded,” Kihyun sniffs.

“I am not!”

You raise your brows. “I think we justtalked about a specific line that went…”

“Okay!” Changkyun panics. “Okay, fine! Just that one line!”

You find yourself reeled back into Shownu’s grasp; he tugs your arm until you’re against his chest, almost in a back-hug. “No more discussion of this,” he says firmly to Changkyun and Kihyun.

Neither of them object, of course.

Shownu leads you back to the other side of the room, where Minhyuk is patting Hyungwon’s thigh.

“Hyungwon-ah, wake up, they’re done.”

“Sorry about the drama,” you say to them with an apologetic smile.

“No worries, nuna,” Jooheon says easily, “it’s their drama, not yours.”

You grin and pat his cheek. “You’re the best, Heonie.”

“Second-best,” Shownu says beside you.

Jooheon, Minhyuk and Hyungwon roll their eyes, but you just smile wider and reach up to kiss your boyfriend.

“Yes. You’re my best, Hyunwoo-yah.”

*

A/N: I wrote this at 12 AM and haven’t proofread it… it’s just lived in my head ever since ‘Love Killa’ came out and finally I got it down on paper, so please enjoy~

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