pairing: wonho (shin hoseok) x reader genre/warning: no warning. angst. word count: 441 description: based on monsta x’′s ‘beautiful’. a/n: gif cred. @ wonhobe
Wonho throws off his covers and swings his legs over the side of the bed. Sleep evades him, kept at bay by the memory of you. Every time he closes his eyes, he sees you. The way your hair sways when you walk, the curve of your body, the slight smile you give whenever you catch him looking. It drives him crazy. You are so beautiful, but you are also so unattainable.
He has to let you go, but he’s addicted. Whenever you walk into the room, your scent ensnares him. Your touch sends spasms through his body. The remembrance makes him shudder. There is no way he’s going to be able to sleep tonight. Instead, he slips out of the dorm and is heading to your place before he even realizes where he’s going. He stops on the street and glances up at your window. The light is on. You’re home and awake. A war rages in his mind, but in the end, he finds himself standing in front of your door knocking.
You open the door and blink in surprise. “Wonho, what are you doing here? Do you know what time is is?”
“Noona.” He breathes, and the sound sends chills down your spine. “I know I can’t ever have you, but I want you. Please end my misery.” He steps towards you. Placing his hand on the back of your neck, he guides you towards him. You offer no resistance as he pulls you in. His lips are on yours. He moans into the kiss, and you can feel your knees faltering. His hands are on your thighs, lifting you. You wrap your legs around his waist, and he takes the last step into your apartment, kicking the door shut behind him. You’re up against the door in the next instant. His kisses growing in intensity. His lips move from yours to trace the outline of your neck. He moans again when he reaches the base of your throat, “Noona.”
The word brings you back to reality. Your legs drop from his waist as you push him away.
“[Y/N]?” His voice is husky with desperation, and it’s all you can do to keep your hands off of him.
“We shouldn’t. I shouldn’t.” You rasp, taking a breath you center yourself. “I’m one of your managers. Our relationship is strictly professional. You need to go.” You refuse to look at him, as you open your door and force him out. Your knees give out the minute the door closes, and you sink to the floor. On the other side of the door, Wonho stands his forehead pressed against it.