#monsta x fiction
[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”
Pairing:Yoo Kihyun x female reader
World:Out of the Shadows
Genre:suggestive fluff / idol au / established relationship
Warnings:amake-out session that’s suggestive, minor jealousy, and mild cursing
A/N: it is somewhat expected that you’ve read the series this story is based on. Whilst it’s still readable without OOTS knowledge, it is recommended to read this after the series. This idea came to me after seeing the performances of LOVE, and Kihyun’s interesting outfit options >_>
Word count: 2295
Opening the studio door with his elbow, Kihyun took a deep breath to steady himself after rushing since he left his last schedule. Stepping into the room, he smiled brightly.
He felt instantly relieved, and he hadn’t even taken you in yet. “Sorry I’m late, the radio show ran longer than anticipated. And then I stopped off at that new coffee store you’re in love with to pick you up a S’mores frappe.” Noticing your intense stare as he finished his apology, Kihyun frowned, holding out your iced drink. You took it, throwing your hip to the side as you leaned back against the desk. “What?”
“Just taking it in,” you murmured, sweeping your eyes from his head down to his toes.
Even though Kihyun had been in love with you for months now, it still felt like the first time he saw you in Boah’s vocal coaching building. His body jerked with a static charge, and his lips curled up into a smirk, trying to mask how overwhelmed he felt with you appreciating him visibly. “Do you happen to like your handsome boyfriend, Y/N?”
You snorted. “Yeah, sure.”
“What kind of response is that?” he whined playfully, watching you take a sip of your fancy chocolate milk and swallowing hard when you let out a small moan.
He was still feeling allthe honeymoon aspects of love with you.
“I was taking in this,” you mentioned, reaching out to pluck his grey hoodie between your index finger and thumb.
Glancing down at his plain hoodie and then back up at you, Kihyun frowned for the second time. “My… hoodie?”
“It’s a great hoodie.”
“You’re being exceptionally weird,” he intoned, placing down his iced Americano on your desk so he could envelop you in his arms. His smile grew again as he leaned into peck your nose. “Missed you, baby.”
“I saw you four days ago,” you reminded, and Kihyun pouted.
“We used to be inseparable.”
“We still are inseparable.” You gestured to how little space there was between you both. Shifting an arm out of his hold to put your drink down, you then reached for the collar of his hoodie, tugging him close again. “I really like this hoodie. It covers allof you. I can barely see your neck.”
Kihyun laughed. “Normally, you like seeing more than my neck.”
“Mm. In bed. In private—”
“This is your private recording space,” he pointed out wickedly, and you swatted at him lightly. “I could blow your mind and take this off to show that I have a respectable tee on underneath. Fully tucked into my jeans and all.”
You sighed. “You picked up on it.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me straight, Y/N?” he wondered, running a hand loosely up and down your spine. “I told you to expect my outfits for this promotion to be… a little different.”
“‘Different’ is an open collar. A few extra buttons undone. A sheer panel along your sides.”
“To be fair, it has been a lot of my sides that have been exposed,” he said with a nod of his head, and you groaned loudly.
“Why am I dating an idol? This is torture.”
“Says the ex-idol.” You rolled your eyes at Kihyun’s reminder. “Who took to the stage in the most spectacular of gowns that I not only almost faltered in singing at the sight of you, but I wanted the whole world to never see you again.”
“Lies!” you cried, shunting out of his embrace. “You and the rest of Monsta X were thrilled for me to be finally out of the shadows and on that stage. In fact, you were far too smug about it for some time there.”
“My girlfriend did look amazing up under those lights,” he agreed. Then he scrunched up his nose as he thought about why he didn’t appreciate the spotlight on you. “The thirsty comments that came after the performance though. They really got to me.”
“Might I remind you that there are numerous thirsty comments about you that I could wade through on a daily basis?”
Kihyun grinned. “I guess I don’t look too much.”
“You’re an asshole sometimes,” you told him, though the smile on your face made him aware that you weren’t that hung up on it.
Reaching back for you, Kihyun pulled you close, shutting his eyes as he breathed you in. Four days was going to be nothing compared to the upcoming US tour. Even with daily video calls, he was unsure how much he’d be able to handle being away from you that long.
Kihyun wondered if he’d ever adjust to how deeply he felt about you.
“I’m torn over those outfits,” you admitted quietly. He didn’t respond, knowing there was more to it. “I don’t like that everyone else gets to see glimpses of what I have of your body.”
“They don’t get to feel it like you do,” he offered breathily, remembering the way your hair had been splayed over your pillow the last time you were both together. Clamping his eyes shut again, he willed his body to cool down. He didn’t have more than this two-hour window to spend time with you today. And whilst he could perfect your breathless falsetto within these walls with some creative tangling of bodies, he knew you would never let him take your workplace to such an inappropriate high.
Kihyun was already running through his current schedule to find the next time he could have you in between his sheets.
Ignoring his statement, you tapped your fingertips lightly in a rhythm at the juncture where his neck and shoulder met. He shivered with how good your touch felt. “I liked the Music Bank outfit. It made no sense at first with all the loose straps. But the tease factor! I’m not going to tell you how many times I’ve rewatched the fancam online.”
“The fact that you’re telling me you’ve watched it has my ego inflating enough without a number. Though, surely it has to be more than twenty times, right?”
You pulled back just enough to pointedly roll your eyes at him. “Your ego really is a problem.”
“Not my clothes?” he teased, and you inhaled sharply.
“Are you taking those outfits with you to America?” you asked, and Kihyun watched as you turned your head, attempting to seem nonchalant with your question as you took a long gulp of the frappe. You sighed. “Damn, I’m going to become the size of a house because of this drink. It’s too good.”
“You’re lucky that even with me on a promo diet I still picked that sugary, milky drink up for you. Shows how much I love you.”
You grinned. “Want a taste? I promise you it’s delicious.”
“You know hyung can sniff out diet breaks a mile away,” he pointed out, and your eyes danced with mischief, dragging in a long mouthful from the straw. You had barely swallowed before your hand slipped around the back of his neck, pulling him in close enough for your lips to touch.
He could taste the marshmallow and chocolate on your tongue as you opened up for him. The burst of flavours, both from the drink and the one that was just inexplicitly you overwhelmed Kihyun, and he pushed you up against the desk, hands finding their way to the back of your thighs, assisting you up onto the table. Being appropriate, be damned. Kihyun could only think of one way he wanted you to sing for him now.
“Easy,” you murmured into his skin as your lips trailed down his neck in a trail of kisses. “Boah’s right next door with a lesson.”
“The room is soundproof.”
“Are you wanting to test that?” you asked, and Kihyun dropped his forehead to your shoulder as your hands trailed to the bottom of his hoodie. Sliding up just a bit, you then let out a surprised laugh. “Your tee really is tucked into your jeans.”
“Because when I’m not on stage, I’m not exactly going about feeling uncomfortable.”
“Those outfits are uncomfortable?” you asked innocently as your hands yanked on the tee, greedily wanting to meet with his skin. He felt branded as soon as your palms touched his flesh, fingers spreading over his torso. “I couldn’t tell with how cocky your expressions were.”
“I liked the response of the fans. Sue me.”
“Were they looking at you or Hyungwon? He was showing just as much skin. I thought Changkyun was the one in charge of showing so much skin whilst Hyunwoo’s in the army?”
“Don’t bring up their names when your hands are on my body,” he grunted, trying to find the waistband to your leggings under the soft, oversized top dress you had on. Finally succeeding, he slid his hands over your rear, securing your hips against his.
“Kyun’s outfits have been classier than yours. What’s up with that?”
“Y/N!”
You chuckled. “As much as I’m sure I’ll enjoy where your thought process is going, I do have a client after this. And your idea will definitely lead to sweating, which you and I know won’t be great for my skin if I can’t shower and change after.”
“You encouraged this,” he said, deflated, though he put space between his hips and yours. Only a little because he didn’t want out of your space just yet. Your intense gaze trailed over him again, smirking lightly at his evident arousal before darting back to his eyes. He tipped his head to the side. “Done fuelling my flames?”
“The outfits. Are you having to wear them in the states?”
“Why?”
“Because I would prefer if you didn’t. They throw bras at you even when you’re fully dressed.”
“Maybe they’ll throw full lingerie sets this time,” he responded, stepping back when your hand swung towards him again. Laughing loudly, he caught your fingers within his own, entwining them for a moment. “You couldn’t sound more jealous, you know.”
“I guess I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.”
“How?”
“Well, first, I better go home and pull out my suitcase. You know, I haven’t used that thing in a while. I’ll have to see if it’s in the back of the wardrobe in Nina’s old room. She used it last when she went to teach that dance class in Japan.”
Kihyun smiled fondly at the mention of your best friend before blinking as the rest of your statement caught up to him. “Wait. Why do you need your suitcase?”
“Because I need to pack.”
“Where are you going?”
“With you on your tour,” you explained matter-of-factly, and Kihyun stared at you dumbly. You grinned. “You didn’t think I’d let you wear those shirts – if you can even refer to scraps of fabric as such – without me, did you? Monbebe will eat you alive.”
“Are you being serious?”
“Apparently, it’s important to check your vocals regularly whilst on tour for fatigue or strain. Funnily enough, your girlfriend is pretty good at being a vocal coach now.”
“And my company, with its bad history of losing one of its most talented female vocalists, hired you?” he asked incredulously, stepping back in between your legs, arms loosely wrapped around your waist. You immediately smiled before resting your head on his chest.
“Well, Boah might have pulled some strings along the way. But this contract, I promise I read over with a lawyer and about four times before I signed it.”
“You’re coming with me?” he asked with an elated laugh, using a hand to cup your jaw so he could look into your eyes. Kihyun pressed his lips to yours and then laughed again. “This solves so many problems.”
“Like how much I would have missed you being stuck back here?” you suggested, and Kihyun nodded, nuzzling your neck with his nose. “I have missed you, you know. Four days was unbearable. We used to go longer. When I was in Starlet, there were weeks where we didn’t see each other.”
“I’ve become complacent having you close to me, thanks to the lack of touring and trips out of Korea during the pandemic. I’m eager to see our international fans again, but the idea of leaving you behind was one I wasn’t looking forward to.”
Smiling at him, you returned the peck to his nose that he had greeted you with. “Now neither of us have to think about it.”
“I’m thinking about other things now,” he told you with a sly smile, and you gave him a dry look.
“Oh, God.”
“Hotel stays are going to be different this time around,” he mentioned with a wiggle to his eyebrows, and you chuckled.
“You’re incorrigible.”
“I’m in love,” he corrected, and your expression softened.
“And I’m never going to get any singing done with you today, am I?” you asked, slinging your arms around his neck and leaning in close. “I suppose that’s not a horrible thing. I like doing other things with you too. And until the day arrives where either of us grows bored of how much we desire the other, I think I’ll take as much advantage of it as I can.”
“I haven’t grown bored yet.”
“I don’t think we ever will,” you replied, kissing him softly. “I love you, even if your stylist is on my current hit list.”
Kihyun kissed you back. “I’ll have to make sure you don’t destroy her when you see all the other things she’s come up with for me.”
“There’s more?! Can’t I keep you under wraps?”
Kihyun laughed, reaching for your lips and trying to divert your attention away from his stage persona and back to where he wanted you.
Right against his heart, always.
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Pairing:Lee Minhyuk (MX) x female reader
Genre:fluff / established relationship
Warnings:this is all about painful periods and the symptoms around it.
A/N:I wrote this for my fellow endo/PCOS warriors out there, and anyone who can relate to the sheer hell that it is when you’re on your period.
Word count: 2196
It had only been twenty-four hours.
A day since he had last seen you. And when Minhyuk had been in your company then, you had been laughing, bouncing around happily, and eager to do anything with him.
Today, however, you were still in bed.
And when he greeted you cheerily, you answered with a whine.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, concern sprouting instantly. Brushing your bed hair aside, he discovered your face scrunched up with discomfort.
Had the food you ate on your date made you unwell? He was perfectly fine, so surely it couldn’t be food poisoning. There was a sheen to your skin as well, and when he placed a hand over your forehead, you felt clammy.
“Are you sick?” he questioned, and you met him with another unintelligible groan. “Y/N, what do you need? I’ve nursed back my friends hundreds of times. Have you eaten? I could make you some soup and—”
“It’s not that,” you mumbled, and Minhyuk edged closer, leaning in so he could hear you better. “It’s just… it’s that time.”
“That time?” he echoed, brows knitting together. “Time for—ohhhh. That time.”
He smiled uneasily. He hadn’t quite looked after anyone during their period before. However, that didn’t mean he couldn’t try. After all, it was a normal bodily experience for the opposite gender. And whilst he didn’t know exactly how it felt, he had a younger sister. He’d seen the changes in her during her cycle each month too.
Feeling reassured that he was still up for the job, Minhyuk brushed away the hair that had fallen back into your face again and cupped it gently. “Don’t worry. I’ll make you feel better in no time!”
“Min—”
“Chocolate. Do you want chocolate?” he suggested, knowing his sister has a stash for times such as now, and you peeked out of one eye at him.
“It’s not even ten in the morning. I haven’t eaten breakfast.”
“Of course! I’ll make you something. You love pancakes. I’ll make some.”
Before you could answer, he was up and moving into your kitchen, marvelling that he’d been dating you for four months now, and this was his first time seeing you like this. He stored that slice of information aside for later and set about making you both some breakfast. Admittedly, he wasn’t the most proficient in the kitchen, and although they weren’t perfectly round and fluffy pancakes like the ones his friend Kihyun made, they looked edible when he was done.
By then, you had managed to shift from the bed to the couch in your living room, albeit still curled up in a foetal position. Settling everything down on the small dining table in your flat, he then assisted you to a chair. You smiled weakly. “Thanks, Min.”
“Don’t thank me yet,” he announced, hiding his nerves with a big smile. “I don’t know how good these will be.”
Watching as you ate a mouthful, your surprise was evident. You looked up at him. “You flavoured them with vanilla!”
“You once told me you loved vanilla,” he mentioned softly, watching as a smile graced your face. Your body was still tense, yet you reached for more food, and he silently gave himself a pat on the back.
By the end of the day, he’d be a pro at knowing how to be the best boyfriend during this time of the month for you.
However, Minhyuk’s elation soon wore off when you collapsed back into bed with a heating pad. Hovering, he watched as your breathing changed, your hand clutching the blankets in a fist.
“What is it?”
“I’ll be fine,” you panted, rolling your head haphazardly so you could stare up at him. “Go home. Today isn’t going to be a good day for us to spend together.”
“I can’t just leave you. I’m not sure if you care how you appear right now but you look dreadful. What type of boyfriend would I be if I just left you to endure this alone?”
A deep sigh left you, and your eyes watered with brewing tears. “I must have done something amazing in a past life to have met you in this one. But honestly, it’s better if I just ride this hell out by myself.”
“Will you be okay?” he worried, not sure about your statement at all. Minhyuk couldn’t remember seeing his sister this awful on her period at all. Once she’d taken some medication, she was able to continue her day with relative ease. If anything, she always milked the ailment to get out of things she didn’t want to do.
But you looked entirely miserable.
“I won’t die, no matter how much I curse for a swift ending,” you responded darkly, barking out a laugh before a bitter whine had you curling back up on yourself.
“That’s it. I can’t leave you,” he decided, rolling up his sleeves determinedly. “You need me.”
“I need drugs,” you added, easing yourself slowly to the edge of your bed, as if the wrong move would cause you grave pain. It confused him to see you this debilitated by cramps. Was it really this bad for women?
Standing up, you swayed dangerously, and Minhyuk lurched to steady you before you fell. You vaguely acknowledged his wide stare with a shallow nod. “Ah. I get super light-headed on my period. I faint too.”
“What?”
“But drugs will help. I keep them in the bathroom,” you said conversationally, as if the fact that fainting on your period was normal. Minhyuk helped you to your destination as he attempted to shelve the information you were feeding him into his logic bank. But nothing was adding up.
Watching as you reached past the normal paracetamol and ibuprofen in your medicine stack, he stopped your hand when you pulled out a medicine type that he’d once had when he pulled a muscle in his back. Alarmed, he shook his head. “Y/N, that’s a heavy drug.”
“I know. Maybe it’ll work today. I pray it will.”
“It’s going to knock you on your ass,” he commented, and you patted his hand softly with your other one, smiling wryly.
“Not likely. I’d gladly accept if it did that,” you told him before turning and slowly trudging back to bed. “But if it makes this just slightly more tolerable, I’ll take it.”
He watched you like a hawk when you took the medication with some water before slipping back down under the blankets. He presumed that in twenty minutes, you were going to be completely zonked out.
Instead, you seemed to be in a worse condition than before.
“Dammit,” you cursed, shifting around to find someplace more comfortable in the bedding.
Minhyuk’s hand glided over your forehead and came back wet from your perspiration. “Why are you sweating so much? Should you take away the heat pad?”
“Remove it and I’ll start swearing like a sailor,” you said through gritted teeth. “I just need this wave to pass.”
Holding your hand, he helplessly watched as you struggled for another twenty-five minutes. And then the knot of tension seemed to release from your body, and you slipped into a slumber.
Once he was certain you were asleep, Minhyuk pulled his phone out of his pocket and started to look up the symptoms you had. He was convinced after five minutes of Googling that he ought to get you to a doctor. What if it was something really crazy that needed medical attention?
He flinched when the phone started to ring in his hand and worried he’d disturb you after you’d just found some peace, he quickly answered it whilst slipping out into the living room of your flat. He let out a shaky exhale, relief flooding him when he saw who had rung him. “Mum! Thank God.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m with Y/N, and I think I need to take her to the hospital.”
“Why? Is she okay?” his mother enquired, and after Minhyuk rapidly fired off the signs he was concerned about, he was surprised when she chuckled. “My sweet boy. You really care about her, don’t you?”
“Of course. And I don’t like any of this.”
“You know what you described sounds a lot like your Aunt. Remember when she had to have surgery three years ago?”
“I think so. Why?”
“I had to look after her, and she told me then she had a condition that made things difficult for her to manage. Whilst I think you’re good to have concerns about this, maybe wait until Y/N wakes up and ask her about it. If there’s no known condition, then take her to see someone if it continues, okay?”
After thanking his mother for the sage advice, he went back to Google but looked up conditions that affected menstrual cycles. He was so invested in his research that he didn’t even realise you were up until you wrapped your arms around him over the back of the couch and nuzzled into his neck.
“You’re still here.”
“How are you feeling?”
“A little more alive. Wait. Are you reading about endometriosis?” you enquired, and Minhyuk nodded softly. “Oh, did I tell you I have it? I don’t think I have yet.”
He deflated like a bubble, only to spin and look at you, his eyes full of compassion. He’d been reading for quite some time about the condition, and the idea that anyone had to suffer that badly made his heart hurt. Knowing your painful moments this morning was caused by it, he just wanted to scoop you up and hold you until your body decided to stop causing you so much grief.
Sitting down beside him on the couch, you placed your head on his shoulder. “I have another condition too, called PCOS – well, that’s its abbreviation. I uh, don’t know how much information you want to hear, but it makes things challenging for me when I menstruate. Sometimes I can go months without, and then it’s a whole lot worse too. I’m sorry if today’s been horrible for you. I barely function on days like these until I’ve overcome the wave of pain. It’ll be back again, no doubt soon. It’s not going to be fun for the next few days here.”
“I…” Trailing off, he didn’t know what to say, and you smiled weakly. Someone as beautiful as you was also so incredibly strong. He had no idea how you faced half of what he’d read about. “I wish I could take it away.”
“Me too. Sometimes, there’s no reprieve. That’s why I don’t work a normal job too. Now and then, I can’t even focus enough to do simple things like eating and drinking, so it’s better that I do freelance work. But I’ve got a really good specialist that I see. Don’t worry too much, Minhyuk. I’m sorry you had to see me like this.”
“No. I mean, it was scary,” he admitted, lowering his gaze to his lap. “And I feel helpless.”
“You’ve done more than I ever hoped for,” you told him, nestling into his side, and exhaling contentedly. “Most boyfriends have just left me to deal with it in the past. But you stayed. You made those pancakes. And you caught me before I fell earlier. You’re my hero.”
“Really?”
“Of course! I knew when I met you that you were going to be someone special. Today you’ve gone up the ranks to the best boyfriend ever.”
“That’s a big title.”
“Huge,” you agreed with a grin and then lightly winced.
He washed his eyes over you cautiously. “Another wave on its way?”
“Maybe if I don’t breathe, it’ll just hold off,” you wondered aloud, and he chuckled.
“You need to breathe through the pain.”
“That’s right.”
“And when it hits, I’ll rub your back and help you get into a comfortable position. How about that?”
“Can you make those pancakes again for dinner? I’m not hungry right now, but they were delicious.”
“If that’s what you want to eat,” he told you, and you nodded, slipping your arm around his waist and resting quietly on him for a moment.
“I think I’m falling in love with you, Lee Minhyuk.”
“Why?” he asked, trying to ease the sudden racing of his heart with a lighter tone to his voice. “Because I didn’t leave you in your time of need?”
“That, but also because you’re you. Today just showed me why I never want to let you go.”
“Well, it’s a good thing that I don’t want to let you go either.”
You sighed again. “Do you really want to spend all day with me whilst I’m like this?”
“Of course,” he answered, turning to kiss your temple lightly. “If I can’t be here to wade through the tough times, I have no right being able to celebrate all the good moments with you.”
“I think I want to marry you someday,” you murmured before slipping into another snooze, Minhyuk’s smile curling up his mouth as he watched you for several minutes before he nodded.
He whispered into your hair, “I think I’d like that to be our future too.”
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