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Monsta X reaction to you getting your hair cut

Monsta X reaction to you getting your haircut short (pixie cut)

Shownu

Shownu would be extremely thrilled by the idea of his other half cutting their hair short enough to show their neckline, and would pester you about when you were getting it done. When the day finally came you would have to fight him off so you could go to your appointment alone, despite his very convincing begging. Shownu would be more than pleased when you came back home, his face lighting up the moment he sees you. “You look so mature. Can I touch it?” He would run his hands over the newly trimmed locks and you would fall asleep together with him stroking your hair. The following days he would tease you about missing your hair clogging the shower and his hands would be on you more than usual.

Wonho

Wonho would walk you into the salon, joking with the hair dresser about “making sure it looks sexy” and would squeeze your hand tightly before leaving you on your own. He would text you consistently while you were getting it done, making sure you weren’t nervous and asking if it was looking okay. He would end up showing up in the waiting room fifteen minutes before your appointment ended and tap his feet obnoxiously. By the time you came out he looked like he was on the verge of a breakdown, but it instantly would disappear once you made eye contact. “You.... Remember I’m your boyfriend okay?” He would say firmly, pretending to be sly as he tipped the hair dresser extra.

Minhyuk

Minhyuk would have probably told his entire family about you getting your haircut weeks in advance so by the time you were going in to get it done, you had a ton of texts telling you good luck and how excited Minhyuk was to see you in a different way. You appreciated the enthusiasm, but it was a bit tiring knowing that everyone and their pet dog had found about your otherwise low key decision. Minhyuk would proceed to take all of your hair ties as his own (he especially liked the cute ones) before you had even gone in to get it done. By the time it was over, Minhyuk would annoy his boss so much that he would be able to get off of work a little early and greet you when you came home. The door would be open before you could pull your keys out, and a smiling, angelic Minhyuk would immediately be all over you. The next few weeks he would help you shop for new hair products and brag to all the cashiers about how cute you were, especially with short hair. 

Kihyun

You would end up wanting to surprise Kihyun with your new haircut, getting it cut on a whim after work on a random weekday. You would end up being unsure about he would feel, getting a little self conscious as you recieved his texts asking why you were late to dinner. By the time you worked up the courage to show up, Kihyun would be waiting around the door worriedly. His face would relax upon seeing you and he would be awe-struck at the new image. “You look really good. Is this what you were hiding from me? You were late because of this? You made me wait to see it?” He would whine loudly to play with you and distract from the face his ears were turning pink. “No, but seriously, it looks so good.” would be the only sentence you heard for the next month.

Hyungwon

Hyungwon would be initially shy about expressing how much he liked the new style on you, trying not to make his affection for the look too obvious. This would lead you to be a little more than worried about if it actually looked that great on you and Hyungwon would realize your worries easily, clinging on to you and burying his face in your hair. “I really like it, you know?” He would grin, laying a kiss on your temple to reassure you and soothe your worries. Hyungwon would try to show you how much he liked it much more in the future, dropping consistent compliments. “You’re pretty” would become a common sentence between the two of you.

Jooheon

Jooheon would inwardly be very excited about the change, although never revealing it and trying really hard to act cool despite his growing anticipation. By the time the day came for you to get your haircut, he would end up insisting that he had to pick you up from the hair salon no matter what. Jooheon would end up stressing out the workers with his constant pacing around the waiting room, until someone finally asked him to sit down and try to relax. When you came out to show him the result, he would proceed with his rehearsed “cool guy” scenario, pretending to think about it and give you a thumbs up. The staff would have to stifle a laugh as you saw right through it, tugging on his cheek playfully and scolding him for the horrible reaction. Jooheon would apologize formally to the staff and the two of you would end up going on a romantic outing late into the night. “I think you look really beautiful with your hair short. Will you wear it like this from now on?”

Changkyun

Changkyun would be really casual about the whole matter and very supportive of your decision, reassuring that you that you would look good with any hairstyle and that if you didn’t like it that it would grow back. He would give you a sweet smile as he dropped you off, whispering a soft reassurance to you and waving before driving off. He would come to the salon a little before the appointment ended and would dropping stuff he was looking at because his hands were sweating so bad. Changkyun would grin really widely once seeing you, a little overwhelmed at how great it looked. “Good~” He would announce, a little too loudly for inside a store, and immediately lace your fingers together. A more genuine compliment would come once you were out of everyone’s sight, your lips meeting for a split second before he gushed about it for the following thirty minutes. “This is the best on you.”

Sunday Hyungwon scenario requested by ghvvstly Word count: 835 Genre: Fluff Author’s note: I hope you find this enjoyable! It’s my first time writing a Hyungwon-centered piece so I hope it turns out well. I tried to make this short and sweet.

Sundays were always spent with each other. It was an unspoken rule between the two of you and Hyungwon would always show up at your door half at past ten, usually dressed in baggy sweats with his hair unstyled. At this time, your sheets would have just finished drying from the night before, and you would fluff them out together. The smell of flowery softener would waft through the room and you would end up wrapped in fresh sheets with the cool plastic of game controllers grasped in your palm. Today was just like the rest, with your legs folded underneath you, and your fingers smashing buttons in combos. Hyungwon always choose Sub-Zero and you always chose Kitana to square off against your other half in Mortal Kombat. You had a tendency to lose, but no matter how many times you were defeated, you refused to acknowledge it. Hyungwon always would this quite funny and cute, but you would never hear him say it aloud. Down, back twice. You thought to yourself, moving your fingers as fast as you could to execute a Rising Fan move. Blocked. A scoff escaped your lips, your muscles tensing as you rejected the option of giving in. Down, forward. Blocked. Back, forward, forward, forward. Blocked. How is he so good at this? You bit your lip as you thought, watching your health diminishing steadily on the screen in front of you as Hyungwon continued to land hits on you. By the time you had gotten ready to start another combo, the bright red letters appeared. Fatality. “I let you win.” You huffed, turning your head away from Hyungwon as you set (threw) the controller down. “Quit throwing a tantrum, you’ve gotten better since we played last time. Have you been practicing?” Hyungwon murmured, voice still thick with sleep as he attempted to comfort you. The fact that he had figured out that you had practiced on your own got on your nerves more than anything. You stalked away from him, pouting as you curled up on your bed to mourn the death of your character. “Are you sulking? Should I make you feel better?” He whispered, sitting himself on the edge of your bed as he stroked your hair delicately. You ignored him easily, although reveling in the calming feeling of his hands. His face was still a little puffy from sleep and you could spell the toothpaste on his breath. You were sure you probably were the same, wearing a big t-shirt he had left at your house a few weeks before and some exercising shorts. “Should I try to do aegyo?” He asked softly, causing you to open one eye to look at him skeptically. “Is that your way of saying it’s a bad idea?” Hyungwon mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck as he continued to brainstorm. “Maybe I should do this?” He asked quietly without giving an explanation, causing you to quirk an eyebrow as his hands inched closer. Before you could put up a fight, long fingers were digging into your sides and causing your legs to thrash while laughter was forced out of your chest. It was  a hot feeling as it bubbled up out of your stomach, your body flopping around in desperation for freedom. “H-Hyungwon, seriously!” You stuttered through laughter as he continued to run his hands over your sides. You brought your knees up to your chest in order to protect yourself, bumping into Hyungwon’s face as you did so. You gave a sharp intake of breath, instantly leaning forward toward his face to assess the damage as his fingers withdrew from your sides. “Are you bleeding? Does it hurt? Do I need to get the first aid?” You asked worriedly, eyebrows draw together as your tried to pry his hands away from his face. Hyungwon hesitantly lowered them per your request, which caused your eyebrows to furrow while you looked for a cut on his lip or any sign of blood. You grew closer, tightening your grip around his chin to steady his lips in front of you, when they met your own. Blood rushed to your ears within seconds, your eyes fluttering closed as you kissed back momentarily. At least, before you realized that was his intent from the start. You pulled away quickly, hiding your face in embarrassment from your foolishness. “I can’t believe I just fell for that.” You fretted, smacking him on the chest gently. “I can’t believe you lost to me in Mortal Kombat again.” Hyungwon smirked, a smug look on his face that quickly changed to terror when you grabbed a pillow from behind you.

“Chae Hyungwon, do you want to die?” You growled, watching him scramble to his feet and sprint out of the room as you chased after him.

Texts from Monsta X when they're coming home from tour. 

Requested by Anon

First Times Changkyun scenario requested by Anon Genre: Fluffy smut thing? Word count: 1151

Author’s note: Hi again~ I’m back with another smut, although you can hardly call it that. I passed my entrance exams! I hope you can find this enjoyable. I’m not too familiar with smut so I tried by best. Please enjoy!

His fingers were trembling.

Honestly, you weren’t even sure if he had noticed it, although it was a bit hard to miss. You laid your hand over Changkyun’s instinctively, curling your fingers around his in a comforting gesture. Chocolate brown eyes shifted to meet yours, his lips twitching with blatant curiosity. “What’s on your mind?” You murmured, resting your chin on his shoulder delicately. The two of you were sat side by side on his bed, having turned on a movie about an hour ago. You weren’t really sure what it was about at this point, your eyes continuously falling on your boyfriend instead of the computer screen. “Did you catch me?” Changkyun chuckled softly, leaning his head against yours. In the months you had been together, it was your first time seeing this side of him. He was acting out of the ordinary, trying not to make eye contact for too long, and his shoulders tensing at your touch. “You didn’t cheat on me or anything, right?” You murmured playfully into the shell of his ear, a smile pulling at the corners of your mouth as he began to squirm. “Of course not, you know I wouldn’t do that kind of thing. There’s just been something on my mind lately, but I don’t know how you would feel about it.” He said, the curve of his lips meeting your cheek for a fleeting moment. “You’ll never know if you don’t ask.” You answered him, trying to keep your voice low as to not shatter the tension hanging in the air. His window was open this afternoon, as it was when the weather was a little warmer, and the sunlight was spread across the walls like margarine. You could hear his every breath, coming and going with the slight breeze. It was a moment that you couldn’t capture in mere sight, the sort of thing that would bring on heavy nostalgia in the years following. The audio of the film was drowned out in your soft voices, Changkyun’s eyes scanning yours for a sort of cue. “Have you ever thought about making love to me?” He asked cautiously, sunlight reflecting off of dilated pupils. The seconds that followed there were no words, your body reacting before your mind could. Your lungs burned as if you had just run a mile when your lips met, hands melting against each other’s skin. Before you could register it, your back had met the mattress. Changkyun’s arms were shaking as he looked down at you. If anyone saw the way he looked at you, they would know how in love he was within seconds. Sex is something that is seared into our instinct, typically animalistic and fast and hot. Somehow, this was quite the opposite. When Changkyun’s lips met the expanse of skin where your neck meets your collarbone, it felt more similar to being submerged in a warm bath. His hair was a little out of place and his breathing was a little uneven, but looking at him in this moment, you realized there was nothing else quite so beautiful as Im Changkyun. Your hands slid along his neck, tugging him closer until your foreheads were flush. Heat was spreading through you slowly, building his each passing second. The two of you were bare-faced, with disheveled hair, and dressed in clothes that weren’t particularly flattering. You didn’t feel necessarily sexy, but you felt beautiful. The kind of beautiful that comes with being human, with raw and unfiltered emotion for the person in front of you. The kind of beautiful that comes with the wind shaking the trees. It is something unexplainable, this awe for the world right in front of yours eyes, but it was unparalleled. Changkyun’s eyes were still searching your own, the both of you wanting to drown in the other. “Im Changkyun, I love you.” You whispered, your throat tightening as the words escaped, and your tongue running over your chapped lips. Changkyun’s shirt was off soon after that and your own was shed fairly quickly. Your lips were all over one another, with Changkyun nibbling lightly at your collarbones and your chest. Soon enough, there was no more fabric separating you from him, bare skin kissing bare skin as your tongues danced. Firm hands and long fingers had prepped you well, his grip tightening around your thighs as own of your legs was adjusted over his shoulder. “I love you.” He whispered, pressing his length into you and allowing you time to adjust with each inch. You nodded in return, the newfound pressure below being something you had never felt before. It didn’t hurt in the slightest, but the fact that Changkyun was inside you, was making you squirm. He thrusted languidly into you, sending an incomparable chill through your bones when your hips were flush together. Your back would bow with the building pressure, your neck thrown back as Changkyun moaned into the crook of it. Small sounds were eliciting, but nothing like the stuff you had seen in porn. It was gentle, the onsetting pleasure more similar to boiling water than anything else. Changkyun was sweating, the ends of his hair slightly damp from the intensity, making him glow. The sex the world had prepared you for was rough and painful and noisy, but you supposed that making love was quite different. There was the awkward stumbling of lips and gaps of silence that came with everyone’s first time, but Changkyun had obviously done a lot of work into making sure he could make the most enjoyable experience for you. Being young and in love was a blessing, you realized. Each thrust sent your mind reeling, the feeling reminding you of oceanic waves crashing against a rocky shore. Everything but Changkyun was nothing now, your eyes only seeing him, your ears only hearing him, your body only feeling him. As his orgasm approached, his hips bucked a bit faster, his fingers fisting the fabric of the sheets below you in desperation for something to hold him together. He came first, your orgasm following soon after as he drew his own out. It was a rush of heat, causing your toes to curl and your thighs to tremble. It was like a flower blooming, your entirety opening up in front of Changkyun shamelessly and unapologetic. It was a tender moment for the two of you, your chests heaving, and your eyes never leaving each other. There was no second guessing. He collapsed on top of you after he pulled out, arms wrapping around you protectively. Small kisses were littered over your face, causing laughter to bubble up from your stomach. Lips were now on the shell of your ear, tickling as Changkyun whispered to you, despite the lack of an audience.

“What was that movie about?”

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Matter of Time Kihyun scenario requested by jessieb4893 Word count: 2907 Genre: Fluff

Yoo Kihyun had been your best friend since kindergarten. You two never went anywhere without the other as children, constantly sharing crayons and swapping secrets about the first graders. You rode the bus home together everyday and would play rock paper scissors to decide which house you ate dinner at. As you grew older together, you ditched the school bus for your feet and would get ice cream together from a 24 hour convenience store around the block from your shared street. You began eating breakfast at Kihyun’s and dinner was always at yours. It was a wonderful routine and by the time you were seventeen, your folks had become best friends as well. Your destiny had practically been laid out in front of you, with Kihyun planning to attend the same university as you and your parents most likely planning a marriage behind your back. You were supposed to fall in love. There was only one problem. Kihyun liked someone else. And his type was just.. Definitely not you. The girl he was into at the moment was elegant. She was always wearing beautiful earrings and patent shoes with her school uniform. No matter how much you liked Kihyun there was no way. You were the tomboy type, with your hair always tied up in a messy high ponytail and with big square glasses that didn’t really fit your face. You were charming, but not in the way Kihyun wanted. You were a sister to him. And your preference for Adidas over heels was never going to change. Overtime, you had accepted the fact that it was a one-sided love and you respected Kihyun’s space. Which, for the record, was pretty difficult since you shared the same friend group and your parents were so close. Your senior year was finally coming to a close and everyone was heading their separate ways. It was bittersweet as you gathered around your lunch table for the last week of school. Universities had been figured out amongst your group and everyone was still expecting you and Kihyun to attend the same school. Hyungwon, the tallest of your friends, had promised to visit on multiple occasions, since he enjoyed teasing you and Kihyun about your prospective relationship every chance he got. Unbeknownst to them, you had been doing a little extra credit work on the side, and you had several scholarship offers stacked up that were impossible to pass up. It was the perfect opportunity to separate yourself from Kihyun and get over him. The only thing that would be difficult was telling him. Although Kihyun had never been in love with you, there was definitely going to be an issue. He was your best friend after all. You figured Shownu, one of the nicest jocks you knew, would be the most upset though. You had grown closer after you accidently had told him about liking Kihyun during your second year. Love does funny things. You glanced around the lunch table where your friends were gathered, excluding Kihyun, and let out a soft sigh. You basically were the perfect group of friends, the kinds you would see in the movies. Wonho, the player. Minhyuk, the popular one. Jooheon, the class clown. Changkyun, the underclassman. Shownu, the jock. Hyungwon, the hot one. Of course, Kihyun, the childhood friend. And you, the geek. It was a perfect high school scenario, each of you adding balance to your group. “Guys, I have some news.” You blurted out suddenly, hoping to finish this quickly just in case Kihyun showed up soon. Since he developed a crush on that other girl, he was always late. Soon enough, he probably wouldn’t show up at all. “News? What kinda news? Is it bad?” Minhyuk questioned with a mouthful of bread, eyes wide as he leaned forward to listen to your explanation. “You confessed to Kihyun?” Hyungwon threw in, a smug smirk on his lips. “No way! You and Kihyun are dating?” Wonho continued on with the gag, laughing giddily as he watched your expression grow dark. “Or are you finally going to admit I’m the one you actually like?” Changkyun inquired without missing a beat as you rolled your eyes. “I’m not going to university with Kihyun anymore.” You spoke clearly, hoping to get the point across in as few words as possible. “What?” Six voices echoed, burning you down to your core.

It was two days before you left for university and you hadn’t heard a word from Kihyun since the last day of school. You, Jooheon, Minhyuk, and Changkyun were sprawled out on your floor as you went through things to pack. Kihyun didn’t even know and at this point, was there any good way to tell him? You slouched a little as you clutched a pillow to your chest, collapsing all over the three boys. “What are you sulking about? Is it Kihyun?” Minhyuk asked in the midst of trying to wrap one of your snow globes from an old trip to New York. “I know he has this new girlfriend or whatever, but we’re supposed to be best friends. I haven’t even had a chance to say a word. He ignores me and he’s never home when I stop by his house. I don’t know what to do.” You pouted, adjusting your glasses due to habit. “If he’s going to ignore you, don’t tell him. He’ll feel the consequences later.” Jooheon said thoughtfully, his tone more serious than you had ever heard it before. “Isn’t that a little harsh?” Changkyun laughed, trying to calm the tension in the air with his playfulness. Minhyuk changed the subject quickly and you finished up your final details of packing while he ran to the store to grab popsicles for the four of you. Maybe Jooheon is right. I should just forget about him for right now. I’ll worry about it later. You thought, gnawing on your lips as you ran over the idea multiple times.

The boys ended up throwing you a small going away party, each of them bringing small gifts to entertain you while you were studying or having a hard time. They had all also pitched in to get you a new computer, as well as your parents, and Wonho’s mom had baked cake. It was perfect, despite the fact Kihyun had turned down the invitation to hang out because he had a date. You had thought that a party was a good chance to tell him quickly and painlessly, but instead he had blown you off again. You tried to not be bothered by it, especially with all the reassuring texts from Shownu and Hyungwon, who were obviously very worried about you. You ended up crying a majority of the four hour drive to your new dorm. It wasn’t until a week later when school started that you got a message from Kihyun. Kihyun: Where are you? Classes started.

You scoffed a little as you read the message, shaking your head as you typed back.

I’m in Busan.

The reply was quick, causing your muscles to tense without thought.

Kihyun: Busan? Are you on a trip without me?~

You: I go to the national university here now.

Kihyun: Wait, you switched schools? Why didn’t you tell me?

Your lips tightened as you read the letters in the text, jaw clenching as you typed a simple response.

You didn’t ask.

Four years passed. You hadn’t visited home once due to the long trip and the massive amount of work you had. Changkyun could hardly visit because he was still in high school and having to juggle his grades. Hyungwon had stopped by once every year on his own, as well as Shownu and Jooheon. The full group, excluding Kihyun, had gotten together during the second year of college once for a little reunion. Other than massive amounts of emails, calls, and texts, this was the only contact you had with your treasured friends. You and Kihyun kept in touch and you ended up messaging him more than anyone else. Small things, like how you had gotten full marks on a test or the fact that he had a weird substitute. Not much had felt like it changed. Your hair had grown a little longer and changed by a few shades, you started dressing yourself in clothing other than sweatpants, and your glasses had been swapped for contacts. Small things from the beginning of college that built up to a much different result compared to your high school self. Since graduation had passed, you finally had enough time to return home for a weekend. You nervously had typed out a message to a group chat you formulated, littering the message with emoticons to express your excitement.

I’m coming home~ Are you excited? I bet you guys really missed a feminine presence. Oh, I forgot you had Minhyukkie^^ Are you guys free? <3 Your precious friend is coming home to you!~ You didn’t forget right? (:

You sent it quickly, not allowing yourself to hesitate and smiling as several messages popped up on the screen.

Kihyun: Come quick. I’ve grown two inches, you have to see. I’m taller than Changkyun now!

Changkyun: My favorite girl~ Kihyun is lying, please ignore him.

Jooheon: Are you coming now? When do you arrive?

Shownu: You have a ride, right?

You grinned widely as you responded, tugging your suitcase out on the curb to wait for your bus. Excitement was bubbling inside of you, anticipation rising with each passing second. The four hour ride couldn’t pass quick enough.

It was three in the afternoon when you arrived, your eyes widening as you recognized Shownu waiting for you at the bus stop. You waved sweetly, the corners of your lips tugging upwards in a crescent as you descended the steps toward him. “You haven’t changed one bit. I think you’re the only one that realizes I’m a girl.” You chuckled softly as Shownu picked up your bag, a wide smile on his face while you headed toward your home together. By the time you arrived, six other boys were waiting on your doorstep, making a racket as they cracked jokes. Kihyun’s eyes met yours first, widening in slight as he gulped. “Guess who?” You asked playfully, waving a little at the group. “Y/N? IS THAT YOU?!” Minhyuk yelled, running over excitedly to fret over your appearance, curious hands poking at your cheeks, “What the fuck happened? Give us our girl back.” Changkyun demanded teasingly, a childish grin pulling at his lips. “This is the first time I’ve ever seen you wearing something girly. I like it, you look pretty. To think those chunky glasses were hiding such a cute face.” Hyungwon continued, nudging Kihyun with his elbow as he spoke to you. “Oh, cut it out. I’m the same.” You waved it off, trying to not be too obvious about how weird it felt to see Kihyun again.

The night ended peacefully, everyone going their separate ways after dinner and a couple rounds of karaoke. It was refreshing to see everyone again and you were more than excited to be visiting, especially since you were probably going to end up staying. You and Kihyun were the last two left, walking home together in the cool air of the evening. “Today was really good, wasn’t it?” You turned towards him as you spoke, linking your arms together like you did as children. He tensed up a bit at the sudden contact, but adjusted quickly with a small chuckle and a nod. Kihyun had gotten handsomer with time, his features had filled out and he had possibly grown a little. Overall, he was the same old Kihyun you loved, just a little more mature. “But I have to wonder, what ever happened to your high school sweetheart?” You quirked an eyebrow, waiting for his answer. “We sorta went our own ways. She wasn’t really my type.” Kihyun hummed. “What do you mean?” “Well, I like girls with glasses.” He murmured, looking at you through his eyelashes with a devilish glint. “Shut up. You’re not funny.” You whined, giving his shoulder a playful shove.

Kihyun returned home that night with his heart beating quicker than ever, his hand shakily wrapping around the door knob of his room before he pushed inside. Tonight felt different for him, the air was heavier than usual and his head was still reeling from the skinship between the two of you. He collapsed on his bed, fisting his hair in his hands as recalled the day. “When did she get so pretty?” He asked himself exasperated, tugging his phone from his pocket and dialing Shownu’s number quickly.

A few weeks had passed since you had come back and decided to stick around. You’d have to go back to Busan at the end of the month to pack your things, but other that, things were going smoothly. You had applied for a couple jobs in the area and discussed with your parents about getting an apartment soon so you could finally start living on your own. It felt like your life was just beginning. You finished up adjusting your application for another job hastily, having made plans with the friend group for the night. Your phone buzzed with a google maps notification from Shownu, giving you instructions on the directions to the meeting place. You followed it carefully, only to end up completely lost and standing in front of a children’s playground. “Did he give me the wrong address?” You huffed softly, checking google maps again multiple times just in case there was a mistake. As you waited around for a little bit, you found yourself on a children’s swing set, kicking at woodchips beneath your feet. This place was looking more and more familiar the longer you stayed. You tensed up as a hand fell over your eyes, a scream about to bubble it’s way up from your stomach, when a soft whisper calmed your fears. “It’s Kihyun.” They said quietly into your ear and you could hear the smile in his voice. “What the hell, you scared me so bad. Move your hand.” You complained, tugging at his fingers only to be greeted by the sight of roses filling your field of vision. “W...What’s this for? Aren’t we supposed to be meeting everyone else?” You asked shyly as Kihyun handed them to you, his face hovering directly in front of yours. He was so close to you that you could feel your cheeks staining pink. “Change of plans. You’re mine for tonight, if that’s okay.” He chuckled, adjusting himself in the swing next to you. “Do you remember this place?” Kihyun asked softly, holding his hand out to ask for your own. You allowed your palm to kiss his, fingers intertwining delicately. “It feels familiar, but I don’t really remember it specifically.” You responded hesitantly, focusing on Kihyun as he spoke. Did I miss something? You thought, fingers tightening around his. “It’s where we first met when we were little. I don’t remember what all happened, but I do remember seeing you. I always thought you were pretty.” He smiled, keeping his eyes on the ground as he explained. “This is going to sound really sudden, but I think I fell in love with you that day. I only just registered it, though. I don’t know where my head has been all these years. But when I saw you again, after treating you so horribly, something clicked. Everything fell into place. Originally, this was supposed to be a huge romantic ordeal and I was supposed to kiss you before I uncovered your eyes. I mean, at least that’s what Shownu told me to do. But I think it’s better to tell you like this.” Kihyun continued, attempting to phrase each sentence well and not stumble over his words. “Yoo Kihyun… Are you confessing to me right now?” You smiled, making eye contact with him that sent a buzz of electricity through your body. “I mean… I guess, I am, yeah. I’m confessing to you.” He mumbled, covering his face with his hands to hide how red his face had become. “Thank god, I didn’t want to have to do it first.” You laughed in return, shifting your feet so that the edges of your swings met and you were close enough to be able to kiss Kihyun softly on the cheek. Yoo Kihyun had been your best friend since kindergarten. You two never went anywhere without the other as children, constantly sharing crayons and swapping secrets about the first graders. You rode the bus home together everyday and would play rock paper scissors to decide which house you ate dinner at. As you grew older together, you ditched the school bus for your feet and would get ice cream together from a 24 hour convenience store around the block from your shared street. You began eating breakfast at Kihyun’s and dinner was always at yours. It was a wonderful routine and by the time you were seventeen, your folks had become best friends as well. Your destiny had practically been laid out in front of you, with Kihyun planning to attend the same university as you and your parents most likely planning a marriage behind your back. You were supposed to fall in love.

And you did.