You Play A Scary Prank On Them (Monsta X)

You Play A Scary Prank On Them (Monsta X)

Kihyun

Kihyun zones out sometimes, so you decided to take that as a chance to scare him. You crept up behind him while he was in his thoughts and grabbed his shoulders forcefully while screaming. He’d jump so high, but started laughing to cover up the fact that he’d just gotten frightened.

I.M.

You could never scare Changkyun. He was impossible to startle, even the tiniest bit. So every time you would attempt to get him to scream, he’d just mock you. He’d scream in an exaggerated way and pretend to be afraid, which would make you pout and leave, trying to think of another way to scare him.

Shownu

Whenever Hyunwoo would be working, you’d always like to sneak up on him. He was the easiest person in the world to scare. His eyes would always go wide and then, immediately after, he’d look at you with a face saying, “Really?” This happened all the time and his reactions were priceless.

Minhyuk

Oh, this poor baby. He was like a child when it came to you scaring him. It would always go one of three ways. 1: He’d scream and clutch his chest like his heart would fall out. 2: He’d jump and then start whining about you laughing, claiming that it wasn’t funny. 3: His eyes would go wide and he’d just stare at you. Each of these reactions was absolutely hilarious.

Wonho

Hoseok didn’t get scared by that many things, but unlucky for him, you’d always know which things scared him the most. Every time you would scare him, he’d always crack up, giving you props for startling him. Although, in his mind, he’s secretly thinking of ways to get you back. He knows what scares you, too.

Hyungwon

Let me get something straight. Hyungwon doesn’t get scared. Like ever. Whenever you attempt to scare him, he just looks at you. Not just any look, though. He looks at you as if he’s silently judging you for even trying. No matter what you tried, this was always the outcome. Hyungwon was impossible to scare.

Jooheon

Complete opposite of Hyungwon. Jooheon was the easiest person to scare. Sometimes, you wouldn’t even try to scare him and he’d get startled. It was really funny. His look was priceless, too. He would always just stare, his eyes going wide and his mouth agape. No one was easier to startle than Jooheon.

𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝐴 𝐶𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑜? (𝐻𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑦 𝐿𝑎𝑢)

𝑇𝑦𝑝𝑒: 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝐻𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑦 𝐿𝑎𝑢 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝐻𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑦 𝑗𝑎𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑠𝑘 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑖𝑓 ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑒𝑑𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛’𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓.

𝐴/𝑁: 𝐻𝑖 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑜𝑜𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒. 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠, 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦!

𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑦 𝐼’𝑚 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔~

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠~

𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙~

Music rings through the halls of the house. It was Henry, doing what he does best. His music flows from his soul and into any instrument he plays. It was always beautiful to hear. I see how every moment he spends in the room of music, is a moment spent in heaven for him. I’ve never quite understood his passion, but I love watching it in action.

I walk down the hall in the direction of the melody, my bare feet smacking the cold floor. I curl my toes, wishing I’d put on my slippers. The sound of Henry’s voice gets louder as I approach. As I listen, I realize that he’s singing It’s You, it’s one of my favorite songs of his. He doesn’t notice me as I walk up to the other opposite side of the piano. He often plays with his eyes closed.

“Tryna hold back, you oughtta know that you’re the one that’s on my mind.” He sings, scrunching his face a bit. “I’m falling too fast. Deeply in love. Finding the magic in the colors of you.

Every since I’d started dating him, he’d taught me how to sing. I wasn’t very good before, but he taught me certain techniques and skills. He even taught me how to harmonize. Which is exactly what I begin doing as he continues singing.

“𝑌𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝑌𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑠 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔.”

He looks at me, but doesn’t falter from playing. He smiles as he sings. I smile back, resting my chin on my hands as he continues before I jump back in.

𝑅𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑢𝑢𝑢.

I stop singing and Henry looks at me with the most loving eyes. He appears to be singing to me now. I blush, smiling at him. His voice has always captivated me, but so did watching him play. The way he handled the piano so carefully. He didn’t bang on the keys, but rather bounced from one chord to another with grace.

The amount of passion that Henry puts into his music is incredible. It’s one of the things I love about him. I envy his skill with instruments, because I was never able to pick it up as a child, but it’s heartwarming to watch him.

As he finishes his song, he gets up and gives me a big hug.

“You’re getting so good.” He says, picking me up.

“I learned from the best.” I smile at him. “Can you teach me this? It’s so pretty. If not it’s okay, I’m just not really good at playing piano.” I admit.

“Of course I’ll teach you!” He says excitedly. He motions for me to sit down and he stands behind me. I put my fingers on the keys, ready for instruction.

“So first, you’re going to press the notes, G A B A G, with your right hand? And on the second A, you’ll press B with your left.” He tells me. I hover my fingers over the keys and then look at him.

“Uh, where are they?” I ask sheepishly.

“Oh, right." He laughs, playing the notes for me. I copy them slowly, trying to remember which ones he played. He waits patiently as I try to get used to the keys. When I finally get it down, he guides me through the song.

“But since this part is the climax of a song, you’re going to add a crescendo to make the song more heartfelt.” He explains as I stare at him blankly.

“What’s a crescendo?” I ask, when he shows no sign of explaining.

“Oh, yeah, a crescendo is where you start the part of the song off softly and then gradually get louder. Like turning up a dial.” He demonstrates for me. “Got it?”

“I think so... I get that I have no business playing the piano.” I laugh.

“Aw, come on, babe. Let’s just continue, we’re almost finished.” Henry pleads. I let out an exaggerated sigh and nod.

“Alright, what’s next?” I ask, as he continues to teach me.

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ChopStuck (Exo!Chen Oneshot)

Exo!Chen x Reader 

Fluff ❁

Highschool!AU

(Reader is a foreigner to Korea)

Y/b/n = Your brothers name

Word Count = 1470

        The scent of freshly cooked jjajangmyeon caused my mouth to water. It's my first time since Y/b/n, my older brother, and I had moved to South Korea. He'd been transferred here by the Army and insisted that we live outside of the military base. I didn't mind it much, only the fact that I am a foreigner that stands out from all of the natives. Nevertheless, I do my best to adjust. I sit with Y/b/n along with our next door neighbor while his mom cooks us a housewarming meal. The boy, Jongdae I believe his name was, doesn't say a word to me, he only smiles at me. I keep glancing at him and getting embarrassed when he looks at me. I try to hide behind Y/b/n. When Y/b/n noticed this, he struck up a conversation.

        "So, Kim Jongdae-" He's cut off.

        "You can just call me Jondae." He suggested with a smile.

        "Ah, so Jondae, what school do you attend?" Y/b/n asks.

        "I go to Daejeon Gwanjeo High School. I’m a senior." He replies.

        "Oh? Y/n is going to be going there soon. Starting next week actually." Y/b/n nudges me with his elbow. I nudge him back and readjust my glasses.

        "What are the odds? What grade are you in?" He asks. His eyes find mine and I quickly look away. I clear my throat before I speak.

        "I'm in the eleventh grade," I say, my pronunciation fails me and I start blushing. This causes Jongdae and Y/b/n to laugh. I cover my face in embarrassment. 

        "Eleventh grade." He corrected, holding back a giggle.    

        "It's not funny, I'm still learning." I pouted. As I said this, his mom came over with the finished food.

        "Eat up everyone, I made it especially for you." She took off her apron and sat down next to Jongdae, who's eyes had gotten three times larger at seeing the food. I don't blame him either, it was a very mouthwatering meal. 

        "Thank you, Eomeoni." Y/b/n thanked in perfect Korean, bowing his head lightly to her. I do the same. 

        Everybody picks up their chopsticks and started to pile noodles onto their plates. I did that same, sort of. I fiddled with the chopsticks and tried my hardest to hold them properly, but ultimately fail as they clink against the table. My hands cover my face in embarrassment as I hear someone giggle. I feel my cheeks getting red and pat them to make them stop. 

        “Do you need help, Y/n?” I hear Jongdae’s mom ask. I shake my head slightly, still covering my face.

        “Here,” Jongdae says. I jump when I feel his hand grab mine and pull it away from my face. He smiles at me and picks up the chopsticks, placing them in my trembling hands. He helps me hold them correctly and I blush at the close contact. He shows me the motion with his own and I try to mimic it.

        I fail horribly and they fall to the table once again. 

        “What’s the matter?” Jondae questions. I’m sure I’m red as a tomato now. Suddenly, I feel a flick on my forehead. I jump and rub the spot.

        “Yah! What was that for, Y/b/n?” I shout at him and he gives me a disapproving look.

        “Don’t play dumb, you know you can’t hold it with that hand.” He scolds, placing the chopsticks in my left hand.

        “Oh? You’re left-handed? I’m sorry I was so inconsiderate.” Jongdae apologizes.

        “No, no, it’s not your fault, I just didn’t want to be different from everyone else. It was bad enough being left-handed in America, I just don’t know what to expect here.” I explain. “But there’s no need to pay any more attention to me, let’s dig in,” I say as I reposition my glasses and finally grab the noodles and place them on my plate. 

        When I took my first bite, I let out a sigh of delight and ate some more. Slurping sounds was all that was heard through the house. My brother and Jongdae’s mom finished their food and stood up with their dishes. 

        “Would you two be so kind as to clean up when you’re finished?” His mom asked us. I still had a bunch of noodles streaming from my mouth, but managed a loud, “Mm!” in response. Jongdae smiled at me widely and looked to his mom.

        “Sure thing, Eomma. I’ll come home after.” He told her. She smiled at him and walked towards the front door. As she walks, I hear Y/b/n offer to walk her home. With the sound of a door closing, Jongdae and I were alone. I looked up at him once I had finished the last of my meal and he smiled at me, holding his hands out in front of him. I looked at him confused for a moment, but then realized he wanted my plate.

        “Oh, here you go.” I pass him the plates and pick up the empty food dish as we walk over to the kitchen. I clear off the counters as Jongdae starts filling the sink with dishwater. The silence is killing me, but I can’t think of anything to say. I grab us some cleaning gloves from under the sink.

        “Yah, we don’t need those, who cares if our hands get wet.” He turns away from the filling sink and grabs the gloves I’ve just retrieved. He tosses them to the side and grabs my own hands. 

        “Why hide such beautiful hands under such ugly gloves?” Jongdae asks as my cheeks turn bright red. I open and close my mouth, at a loss for words. “Do you play an instrument?” He asks, running his fingers over the calluses on my fingertips. I nod.

        “I play the guitar. I write some songs, I don’t sing though. My voice is crap.” I admit with a chuckle. He looks at me admirably and I smile at him. 

“Maybe we coul-” He was cut off by me.

“Jongdae! The water!” I shout, pointing at the overfilling sink and the giant cloud of suds on top.

        “Aish!” He says as he goes to turn the water off. I giggle at him and he narrows his eyes at me. “Yah, you think that’s funny?” I continue to laugh and nod. My laughing is stopped when a bunch of suds are shoved onto my face. I freeze in shock while Jongdae bursts out laughing. I wipe the suds off of my glasses and glare at him. 

        Next thing I know, I’m darting for the suds, grabbing them, and smashing them onto his head. He gasps loudly.

        “My hair! How could you, Y/n?” He asks in horror, his perfect hairstyle coming undone.

        “Aww, let’s all cry for Jongdae.” I make a crying motion with my fists and he starts throwing more suds at me. I laugh and return the attacks, dodging as best as I can. Water and suds are all over the floor, all over us. I go to push some into his face, but he fell back and we both slip and fall onto the floor. I look to see that I had fallen on top of him. 

        He lets out a heave from the impact and laughs, looking up at me. 

        “I knew you weren’t shy.” He states and I look at him in confusion.

        “What are you talking about?” I question. He smirks at me and brushes a hair out of my face. I blush a little.

        “You were acting like you’d never been in contact with a human at the beginning of dinner, but you changed quickly.” He flashes me a brilliant smile and I get off of him, blushing madly. “Yah, don’t pretend to be shy anymore.” He tells me as he sits up, leaning in close to me. I can feel his breath on my face, which I’m sure is flushing red right now. 

        We stare at each other in silence for what seems like forever when I hear Y/b/n shout.

        “Aigoo, I thought you guys would be done with the cleaning by now, but you’ve only made a bigger mess! How is that even possible?” He asks, putting his hands on his hips. I get up and bow deeply to my brother. Jongdae does the same. We both are trying to contain our laughter.

        “I apologize, hyung, I swear it will never happen again, lest I shall be punished,” I say as I drop to my knees. Jongdae snickers and follows suit.

        “I, too, apologize. Please forgive us.” Jongdae begs jokingly.

        “You two are weird, just get it done. And that’s not proper grammar, Y/N.” I put my hands over my head in the shape of a heart. Y/b/n gives a confused look and leaves. Once he’s gone, Jongdae and I start laughing again, actually starting to clean this time.

⎯ 𝕹𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖌𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝕽𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘/𝕲𝖚𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘

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They find your little notes (Exo Reaction)

Baekhyun

While rummaging through his bag for his clothes, he saw something peculiar. Something that wasn’t there when he’d packed it. He saw a small container of tteokbokki with a note attached to it. He picked it up and opened it. It read, “I know you don’t like hot foods, but this can really spice up your life.” There was a winky face drawn next to it.

Baekhyun gulps as he looks to the tteokbokki. ‘For Y/N.’ He thought to himself as he opened the container and took one out. He took a minimal bite, expecting his taste buds to sear in pain. Although that didn’t happen. In fact, they were quite mild. He looked at the note in confusion, turning it around. “Sike, I know you’re too sensitive to eat anything spicy. Enjoy!” It said with a kissy face.

He couldn’t help but laugh at this little prank. He knew only you’d do something like this.

D.O.

Kyungsoo was ready for the next few hours of practice but was already panting from the warmup. He’d decided to grab some water for himself. However, while he was drinking, he saw something weird through the water. It looked like something was written on the inside of the wrapper of the water bottle. Pulling the wrapper off, he read the little note. It said, “I see you’re thirsty, but sadly I can’t be there to quench it. So, drink up!”

He noticed a little tiny drawing that looked like a chibi version of you. He blushed at how cute and creative you could be. He found this super adorable.

Chen

You were always asleep when he left and he never woke you. He didn’t want to disturb you. So it came as a surprise when he found a note in his practice bag. He opened it and saw a drawing of a rose. The words read, “Roses are red, but sometimes they’re thorny. When you’re gone all day, I get really...” it trailed off and he turned to the back of the card, blushing at what he anticipated it to say. He was taken aback when he read it.

“...Corny. I know what you were thinking, shame on you. You should get back to practice instead of thinking dirty thoughts.” He laughed loudly and put the letter away. He made a mental note to get payback when he got home.

Sehun

Sehun was one of the more dedicated dancers in the groups. He’d practice so much that, sometimes, he wouldn’t get time to spend with you. Whenever you would find him, he’d be practicing and it would be close to impossible to stop him. So you decided to give him a little gift, to show him how you felt.

He was in the bathroom at the studio, changing into his practice clothes, when he noticed something at the bottom of his bag. It was a lollipop with a note tied to it. “I know you love lollipops, I also know you’re not supposed to eat sweets. You can’t have your lollipop if I can’t have mine.” It said. There was a little red devil doodled on the side. He laughed at your actions of revenge and put the candy back.

Suho

You’d often see Junmyeon looking very stressed. Being the leader of Exo, he had most of the spotlight. He was their example and he had to be responsible. Whenever one of the members have a problem, they go to him for help and he can never say no. You love that he has such a good heart and he loves to help others, but he needed to think of himself every once and a while. Whenever you would see him in a super stressed mood, you would hide a container of his favorite sushi and a motivational quote in his bag.

It would always make his day. Being someone who has to basically take care of his group, it felt nice for him to be cared for and thought of. He loved how you would always be there to relieve him of any stresses he had.

Kai

(Look at dis shy baby)

It was Jongin’s first time back at practice ever since he’d injured his ankle. He’d been so upset that he couldn’t dance and you saw his eyes burn with a passion to move. He was very limited, but once that cast came off, he was the happiest guy in the world. He proudly walked into the practice room and reached into his bag.

He pulled out his shoes and found a folded piece of paper inside. He unfolded it and read it. “Break a leg, Jongin-ah! Although this time, just go along with the metaphor, not everything needs to be taken seriously. Hehe~” He smiles at this, giggling at your joke. He had a feeling this was coming, you’d never pass up a joke like that.

Xiumin

Lately, Minseok has been getting some criticism about his weight and was feeling a bit insecure. He was such a people pleaser that he’d sacrifice his own happiness for theirs. It broke your heart to see him bending over backward for them. You wanted him to feel comfortable inside his own body and not change for anyone but himself. He was perfect the way he was and you wanted him to know that.

As he arrived at the studio, he received a text from you. “Hai, Min-min! I don’t know if you’re practicing right now and I know they take your phones during practice, but hopefully, you get this before then. I know you are working hard to lose weight and whatnot, but I want you to know that you can’t let those fans destroy you. I love your spirit and I don’t want it to be broken. Your heart is golden and you can’t let a few hate comments dim it. I love you so much, so don’t be too hard on yourself, I hate seeing you upset. Have a good day and be safe, Min-min!❤️”

He couldn’t help but blush at this, his heart fluttered. Your words gave him a happiness he didn’t know he could have and it showed.

Chanyeol

Most people thought of Chanyeol as intimidating and mature. They didn’t know the real Park Chanyeol. In reality, he was a giant teddy bear. He’d get shy it the tiniest things and always gets flustered. You found it cute. He was the polar opposite of what people would expect. That’s why you’d always try to find new ways to make him blush. He was tearing through his bag, looking for his other sock when a note fell out.

“So I was at home the other day and I walked past a pile of clothes, I immediately thought, ‘don’t worry laundry, nobodies doing me, either.’ I figure we should change that tonight.” It read. Chanyeol gave his usual reaction. He couldn’t stop thinking about that note all through practice and even got scolded. He didn’t care, though. He knew he was in for a treat tonight.

Lay

Yixing was such a goofball, but he was also a sweetheart. He would always leave you cute gifts and notes around the house for you to find. You loved them, but you weren’t really one to do things like that in return. That’s why it came to him as a surprise when he’d found one in the front pocket of his bag. He picked it up and read it.

“Stop being so freaking attractive. I have work to do but instead, I’m over here daydreaming about you. Stop distracting me.” His laughs were heard throughout the studio and he quickly showed the others.