Request: Hi! I love your work soooo much! Can I ask a Kihyun’s request? Maybe the girl could be a friend off Monsta X guys. A Fluff/light smutt one? Thaaank you so much!!!!!
Member: Monsta X Kihyun x Y/N x (ft. Monsta X)
You heard a screech from one of the bedrooms deep within the labyrinth that was the Monsta X dorm. You lifted your brows, looking over to Hyungwon who had been sleeping soundly on the couch beside you. The noises didn’t seem to stir him, so you turned your head to Shownu instead. He sat in his trademark pose, one hand behind his head and the other lazily scrolling on his ipod touch. He looked over the edge of his phone, scrunching his face as he made eye contact.
“What do you mean not it?” you grumbled, crossing your arms. “They literally call you father.”
“I still don’t see why that means I have to investigate,” Shownu mumbled, looking back down to his ipod. “I called ‘not it.’ They make strange noises all the time.”
“I feel like you should have more invested in these men than me,” you hissed, pulling yourself up from the leather cushions and beginning to stomp down the hall way.
Shownu’s light chuckle echoed down the hall after you, causing you to roll your eyes. You stuck your head into the first bedroom, tilting your head to assess who was in it.
“Did you hear that?” you asked, looking to Wonho, sitting at his desk with a computer.
“I tried not to,” he muttered, his eyes never leaving the screen.
“What is up with the older members of this house,” you sighed, shaking your head as you moved along.
“What is the-” you began, sticking your head in the opposite bedroom, just as a pillow hit heavy on the side of your face. You coughed out an “umph” as you plopped onto the floor and looked up around you.
Minhyuk, Changkyun, and Jooheon all came to a halt, their eyes wide as dinner plates as they looked down at you. You examined closely, noticing they each held a pillow tight in their fists. You leaned over, past Changkyun to see Kihyun lying on a bottom bunk, biting his lip to hide his laughter. His eyes had completely disappeared into crescents and his shoulders shook silently.
“You’re condoning this? Are you not one of the elders here?” you hissed, cutting Kihyun with a glare.
He continued to giggle, holding his chest as he spoke. “You know Minhyuk is older than me.”
“I would expect this from Minhyuk!” you gasped, immediately looking up at the sensitive boy. “No offense.”
You leaned back over, focusing on Kihyun again. “You’re supposed to be the rational thought here!”
“It’s not like I told them to battle to the death,” he continued breathily. “I just encouraged it.”
“It’s only a pillow noona,” Jooheon whined, noting the tension in the room.
“Only pillows? My ears haven’t stopped ringing since I landed here,” you grumbled, rubbing the side of your face. “What are in those pillow cases? Rocks?”
“What do you expect Starship to buy us? Goose feather pillows?” Kihyun scoffed, shaking his head.
“We’re sorry,” Minhyuk nodded, extending his hand out to you. You gratefully accepted it as he tugged you up. You began to dust off your clothes as you looked at each boy in turn.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if you all had black eyes in the morning,” you clucked, touching Changkyun’s cheek. “Look how red your faces are.”
“We already have two mothers, do we need a third?” Jooheon moaned with a pout.
“I’m going to assume you’re referring to Kihyun as your second mother,” you sighed. “And if that’s the case, you need better role models.”
“I resent that!” Kihyun scoffed.
“Oh, what do you not resent!” you gasped, spinning and cutting your eyes at the pink-haired man.
“Uh, we’ll see ourselves out,” Changkyun muttered, dropping his pillow at the foot of Kihyun’s bed and attempting to gather his members. Jooheon and Minhyuk nodded in agreement as they shuffled behind their younger member.
“What is your problem?” you hissed, your gaze not leaving Kihyun’s stupid, smug face.
“No problem here,” he smiled sweetly. “At least not until you arrived.”
“You. Are. So. Impossible,” you spat, saying the words slowly. You tried to calm yourself down as you spoke them, but you felt the anger bubbling up. “You want a problem?”
“Wh-what?” Kihyun stuttered, his confident expression faltering for the first time.
“I said, do you want a problem?” you said, a bit more surely.
Kihyun remained silent as he watched you with wide eyes. You reached toward his feet, picked up the pillow Changkyun had dropped, and grabbed it tightly in your fingers.
“Y/N-” Kihyun stuttered, trying desperately to backtrack. You shook your head, taking the few steps separating the two of you and leaned back. You put complete force into the swing, landing the pillow squarely on Kihyun’s face. You pulled it away, revealing him once again. His expression had scrunched up, his skin a bright red. He blinked slowly, trying to reconcile with what had just happened.
“Did you just really-”
You pulled back from the second swing, feeling a weight you never realized you had lift from your shoulders. You shimmied a bit, loosening your arms before looking at him with a grin. You leaned back one last time, certain if you got one more good pillow thumping in, you’d feel immensely better.
But of course, Kihyun wouldn’t let you have that.
As he saw you lift the pillow into the air again, he launched himself from the mattress and tackled you into the bunk bed opposite of the one he was laying on. It took you a moment to realize what was happening as you landed on the blankets, Kihyun’s body on top of yours. The pillow had been lost somewhere in the middle of the squabble, leaving you relatively defenseless. Kihyun straddled your hips, his narrow fingers clenched tightly around your wrists. You both breathed heavily as you stared at each other.
“You want a problem?” he growled. “I’ll give you a problem.”
The air in the small area of the bunk had changed. With Kihyun’s simple words it seemed to fill with a stiflingly hot energy, charged with electricity. You became overly aware of your body against his. He took a deep breath, steadying himself against your wrists. You didn’t dare whisper a word, curious of what he meant.
You felt a tightening in your gut as you stared into his eyes. They were normally intense, but this was something different. It made the butterflies in your stomach go wild.
Kihyun leaned in, closing the short distance between your lips. You subconsciously let your eyes shut, allowing him to finally kiss you. All of the angst, all of the anger, all of the irritation that had infiltrated Kihyun and your relationship had culminated in this moment.
You felt Kihyun’s lips curve up at the corners into a smug grin as his mouth pressed against yours, full of fire and passion. You cursed yourself silently for allowing him to do this, but not stopping it. You wanted it just as much as he did. Any annoyance that had lingered in the corners of your mind dissipated as his lips moved roughly against yours. The kiss quickly became heated and hungry, years of friendship falling to the wayside as you focused on the small things. The tip toeing around sexual tension, the school boy picking on the girl he liked, type of relationship you had fostered for so long.
Kihyun’s hands readjusted, one palm leaning against the mattress while the other tangled deep in your hair, tilting your head to command the kiss. You struggled for breath, not wanting to break contact, but near breathless from the emotions pumping through you.
“So this is why you made the boys leave the room?” a bored voice muttered. Kihyun leaned up slowly, allowing you to both look at the door where Hyungwon leaned. “They’ve been loudly complaining in the living room for ten minutes now.”
“Hyungwon oppa,” you hissed, centering your annoyance before you spoke. “Weren’t you asleep?”
“I was until the three stooges got sent my way,” he nodded, his expression blank. “So are you all done here? I’d like to send them back to their room now.”
You blinked, at a loss with Hyungwon’s clueless response. Just as you began to craft some sort of comeback, Kihyun took the words from your mouth.
“No, we aren’t done,” he said, a cocky smirk returning to his now plump lips. “Actually, if you could close the door on your way out, that would be great. Thanks.”