#❝ minchan's story // drabbles.

[cherryeol04]

💖Upcoming Works💖

Hello my loves!

It's finally 2023! New year, but not a new me, no matter what I tell myself! 🤣 I just wanted to drop in and let you all know where I've been and some of the projects I'm currently working on.

The holidays were rough, and something happened IRL that I had to take care. Thankfully, everything is going smoothly right now, so I can afford to focus back on my writing! Yay!!! 🎉

So first and foremost, I was cleaning out my Google Drive and trying to organize all my fics and stuff (not going so well 😅) and I've come across a TON of them that I haven't posted here. They are pretty old stories and most of them are not Stray Kids related (though I'm not a Stray Kids only blog, but I'm heavily biased with Stray Kids), so I've decided I'm either going to create a new blog or use my side blog - Cherry Writes - and post the works there. Whatever I decide to do, I'll definitely make a new post with the links and stuff for it. Please make sure you read all the tags and warnings on these old fics before reading them!

While I'm working on that, I'm also actively working on some fics as well, with one that is taking the majority of my attention because it has a deadline! 😆

MinChan Valentine's Exchange - Twitter Event

Taking Control

Drabble requests

Daydreams & Sunshine

Office Love Series (which I, surprisingly, haven't posted here yet, but don't you worry! It's coming!)

An Ateez Fic (because I've recently descended the Ateez rabbit hole and was inspired! 😂)

Lastly, I wanna take a moment and say thank you to everyone who has been so patient with me, waiting for their drabble requests to be finished as well as waiting for updates for Taking Control. I also want to thank everyone who simply reads and likes my stories! Getting the notifications that someone has liked one of my stories always makes me so happy and helps encourages me to continue writing, especially when I get stuck in my own head.

So thank you everyone! I love you all! And I hope you look forward to the upcoming stories when they're finished!

[yourcherrywriteslove]

༺ Pairings: MinChan

༺ Rating: M for language

༺ Genre: Drabble, Humor, Domestic Fluff

༺ Word Count: 433

༺ Warnings: N/A

༺ Main Account

༺ Author’s notes: This story is cross posted on multiple sites under the same username!

“I’m having issues with your marriage status.”

“But I’m not married.”

“Now you see my problem.”

Chan stared at Minho in confusion, not fully grasping what the problem was. How could Minho have an issue with his marriage status if he wasn’t married? Furthermore, why even bring it up? Of course Minho knew what his marital status was, they were dating. For nearly 5 years now. How was his marital status supposed to change when he was so deeply committed to his boyfriend? Chan didn’t believe in cheating, and never once did he have wandering eyes.

Minho was his one and only. A decree that Chan upheld to the highest standards.

“I’m so confused.”

Minho’s blank expression was the only response he needed, though its exact meaning was still up in the air. The younger man was most probably over Chan and his inability to read the room, but Chan would argue that that was one of his more charming traits. If anything, it usually brought a laugh to his boyfriend and a fond eye roll. This time, however, he didn’t get any of that. Just a blank stare.

“I want a divorce.” Minho declared after nearly five minutes of their silent staring contest.

“But Min, we’re not marr- oh.”

“Yeah, oh, numb nuts.” Minho scoffed, but there went that lovely eye roll, followed by a slight smile that Chan knew Minho was trying to fight off. And just like before, Chan was reminded of just how much he loved the other. “You should really fix the issue.”

“I should.” Chan nodded his head slowly, looking away before letting his eyes trail back over to Minho, lingering on his face. “Would you marry a numb nut like me?” He found himself asking. The shocked expression was quite satisfying to see as Minho struggled to find an answer - the other’s mouth opening and closing like a fish. “Is that a no then?” He asked and sighed. “Oh well, guess I can’t fix my marriage status.”

“Oh, go fuck yourself, Bang Chan.” Minho finally snapped, though his threats were empty and tone light and airy. “Of course I’d marry you.”

“Really? Perfect! Guess that solves my issue then.”

“Yeah, but now you have a different issue to fix.” Minho pointed out. Chan’s brows furrowed as he cocked his head. Minho simply held out his hand then, wiggling his ring finger. “My finger is naked.” Chan stared at it for a moment before reaching out and taking hold of it, lacing their fingers togethers.

“Fixed!” Chan grinned happily.

“Chan!”

“I’m kidding, let’s go ring shopping, beautiful.”

Prompt #1068

"I'm having an issue with your marriage status."

"But I am not married."

"Now you see my problem."

[softiejoon]

helloo welcome!! i’m lia and these are where my skz stories live :)) if you like my work, please consider supporting me ☕ hope you enjoy <3

key: ♡ - fluff ; ☆ - angst ; ❀ - ongoing

・┆✦ʚ one-shots & drabbles ɞ✦ ┆・

ot8

i like it when you sleep for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it ♡

skz as tweets on the tl (not fics lol) 1 | 2 | 3

how skz react to being called ‘baby boy’ ; hyung line | maknae line ♡

asking skz “would you love me if i was a worm?” (fake texts) ♡

you steal his loverboy beanie (fake texts) ; hyung line | maknae line ♡

when you miss him (fake texts) ; hyung line | maknae line ♡ ☆

skz + barbenheimer ♡

bang chan

21:12 ♡

dorm dates with chan ♡

minchan drabble #1 ♡ ☆

minchan drabble #2 ♡

when everything in the world seems wrong ♡ ☆

breathe ♡ ☆

lee know

chill dates with minho ♡

23:11 ♡ ☆

minho with a selkie!lover

minchan drabble #1 ♡ ☆

minchan drabble #2 ♡

when everything in the world seems wrong ♡ ☆

changbin

build a bear dates with changbin ♡

hyunjin

picnic dates with hyunjin ♡

18:08 ♡

han

napping dates with jisung ♡

felix

the days are brighter with you ♡

seungmin

close to you ♡ ☆

quiet love ♡

study dates with seungmin ♡

jeongin

convenience store dates with jeongin ♡

[kpoporacle]

Stories

Male reader 👨‍🦰, gender neutral 👤, male oc 🦸‍♂️

Fluff 🧸, smut 💦, making out 👄, angst💔, horny 🥵

Drabble 📃, short story 📑, closer to a novel 📖

AB6IX

Woojin

Summertime 👨‍🦰🧸📃

The Boyz

Haknyeon

Just A Little Longer 👤🧸📃

BTS

Jin and Jungkook

Sandwiched 👨‍🦰💦📃

GOLDENCHILD

Donghyun

The Boy Behind The Mask 👨‍🦰💦📃

INFINITE

Woohyun

Creature Of The Night 👨‍🦰🥵📑

Distraction 👨‍🦰💦📑

Melancholic 👤🧸📃

Safe And Secure 👤🧸💔🥵📃

Tracing 👤💔🥵📃

NCT

Haechan

I Get What I Want 👤🥵📃

Shotaro

Champagne Kisses 👨‍🦰🥵📃

Taeyong

Americano 🦸‍♂️👄🥵📃

Yuta

Disaster 👤🧸💔📃

ONEUS

Leedo

Confession 👤🧸📃

Love Bites 👤💦📃

Suited 🦸‍♂️👄🥵📃

SEVENTEEN

Woozi

Falling Leaves 👤🧸📃

Warm 👤👄🥵📃

TXT

Soobin and Yeonjun

Three is Company 👨‍🦰💦📑

STRAY KIDS

Chan

Held 👤🧸📃

Morning Coffee 👤🧸🥵📃

In Progress

Drafting Stage

Writing Stage

Feel (Jaehyun) 👨‍🦰💦📃

Missionary (Woohyun) 👨‍🦰💦📃

Therapy (Hangyul) 👨‍🦰🧸📃

To Felix With Love (Felix/Male Reader)

Untitled Smut (Leedo/Male Reader)(based off suggestion) flip-fuck

Wake Up The Beast (Bang Chan/Male Reader) fingering and fucking

Plotting Stage

Edge Of Your Seat (Sangyeon) 👨‍🦰💦📃

Exercise In Restraints (Sangyeon) 👨‍🦰💦📑

Kneel (Hangyul) 👨‍🦰💦📃

On His Knees (Seungmin) 👨‍🦰💦📑

Untitled (Jongho) bdsm

Untitled (Moonbin)

Untitled Story (Woohyun/Male Reader) A fading idol works with a detective to find a serial killer

Untitled Smut (Woohyun/Reader) BDSM with a venus 2000 🥵

Untitled Smut (Woohyun/Reader) teasing Woohyun in public with a vibrator

Untitled Story (Rowoon/Male Reader) An agency CEO falls for his model employee

Idea/Concept/Research Stage

Untitled (Leedo) bondage 👨‍🦰💦📃

Untitled (Woohyun) teasing 👨‍🦰💦📃

Untitled (Yunho/Changmin/Reader) 👨‍🦰💦📃

Untitled (Jacob) 👨‍🦰💦📃

Untitled (Haknyeon/Eric/Reader) 👨‍🦰💦📑

Untitled (Sangyeon) morning after

Untitled (Doyoung/Jaehyun/Reader) skinny dipping

Untitled Story (Junho/Male Reader, plus various) high flying comedic space opera

Untitled Story (Leedo/Male Reader) Romanesque, iron age, loosely inspired by the Roman conquest of Britain. The Reader is an imperial citizen who is carried off into the northern tribes

Untitled Story (Minchan/Male Reader) star trek au

Untitled Story (Jung Yunho/Male Reader, plus various) hospital drama

Untitled Story (Jongho) the stone age reader is cursed with immortality

[rai-scutum]

Tagged by @trashlord-007 for my ✨current works in progress✨

Bloodline

GK Coffee Drabble

Halloween VERIVERY (May have love interest, may not)

Vampire Minchan

Vampire Gyehyeon

Jolly Sailor Bold - space siren reader w/VERIVERY Gyehyeon

Soldier, Poet, King - king hongjoong, May instead become the epilogue of:

Blood Moon - series for after Bloodline

“Probably a sad story to break me”

At the Mirror’s Edge but long, possibly a series

Mafia Leader E-Chan

Moon Prince Jibeom

Royal Guard Jibeom pt 2

Phantom of the Opera Seoho

DKB Shifter series

The Nine Tales of a Fox (which I do not fully remember the plot of)

“Dystopia: my time to shine”

Pacific Rim DKB

Tags coming later

[evercharmed-a]

“Have you used a portal before?” Minchan asks the question like he doesn’t care much about the answer. The click of his heels on the pavement is distracting, a staccato in bright pink. He’s a lot to handle in the group chat, but even more of a handful in real life. Glittery eyeshadow and perfectly manicured nails, he’s a living doll, making mock kissy faces at every person walking by who dares to stare. A force of nature if Lysander ever saw one. “Hello? Are you listening?”

Minchan snapping his fingers in his face brings Lysander back to reality. “Um, what? Sorry, I wasn’t… “ With a huff and a quick wave of his hand, Minchan dismisses his reply. “It doesn’t matter, does it. I’m not walking all the way to Rei’s stupid forest. I’m not going to let my baby witch do it, either.” As always when Minchan uses this nickname of his, Lysander’s heart skips a beat. It’s one thing to read it, yet another entirely to hear it. And maybe it’s imagination, but something fond colors it, something soft. Lysander fights a smile, biting his lower lip hard. It’s somehow endearing, that particular brand of a handful Minchan is. He drags him into some alley, its dead end around a brickwalled corner. From his jacket’s pocket he pulls a piece of white chalk, and promptly begins to draw a circle lined and filled with odd symbols on the wall closest to him. Lysander watches in awe and confusion both. “Oh,” Minchan says, shooting him a grin over his shoulder. “It’s for the portal. You see, for some magic, we need preparation. Magic circles, sometimes little sacrifices, that sort of thing. It’s too advanced for you right now.” Instead of dampening his mood, this revelation makes Lysander’s stomach flip in joy. “I’ll… learn this, too?” “Of course!” Minchan finishes his work off and takes a step back, pocketing the chalk again. “You’ll learn this, and how to make potions... I might just teach you some conjuring, too. Just don’t go trying to summon some demon, yes? That never goes well.” Once again, Lysander only half listens, too entranced by the casualness of Minchan going about his business. He squares his shoulders and places an outstretched hand into the very center of the circle. As soon as his fingers touch the chalk, it springs to life, glowing a gentle white. Minchan pulls his hand back slowly. The circle lifts off the wall, sticking to his skin like a spiderweb. It hangs in the air, still connected to Minchan’s hand. Lysander’s jaw falls open. Of course, Minchan notices. “Neat, isn’t it? Wait until you see Qiaomeng doing it. He doesn’t even need a surface, just draws the thing in the air right away. Talented bastard.” He falls silent, eyes closed. The glow of the circle brightens. Around it, the air flimmers like it does in the hot summer sun. Lysander inhales, catching the slightest whiff of ozone. Minchan balls his hand into a loose fist, only his forefinger sticking out. He drags the pad of it down the length of the circle, and, little by little, it breaks open in the wake of his touch. When Minchan reaches the end, the chalk peels back in its entirety, revealing a swirl of muted purples and greens dispersed in a sea of endless black. It takes over the circle, stretching to about Minchan’s height. It stops as soon as it touches the ground. Lysander’s heart flutters in his chest. His arms break out in goose-flesh. “Wow,” is all he manages to press out. Minchan hums. “This is a portal. It’s like… a door, except it leads into someone’s home if that someone allows it. Rei isn’t a fan of it, but he lets us use one, anyhow.” “Why doesn’t he like it?” “A talented witch could trace this magic back to him. I’ll have Parfait erase as much of it after we’re done as she can, but there’ll always be some leftover in places spells were used. Rei’s mostly worried someone might have the idea to murder him in his sleep, really.” Lowering his voice, Minchan adds, “He’s got a bit of a reputation. The plants he grows are highly sought after, some impossible to get around these parts unless you want to pay a hefty sum. He has all reason to be cautious.” Lysander makes a little noise of understanding. All he knows about Rei is that he lives in a forest – magical and weird, as Qiaomeng had put it – and that he’s powerful, too. He should have asked more questions. “Anyway.” Minchan grasps him gently by the shoulders and steers him towards the portal. “It’s best if you close your eyes and keep your limbs pressed to your body until you’re back on solid ground. Got it? I’ll be right behind you.” Before Lysander gets another word in, Minchan pushes him. Everything goes dark. His stomach swoops again, but not at all in joy this time. He finds himself hovering in nothingness before he’s swept away. Like a tornado toying with a skinny branch, he’s scooped up and tossed about, a deafening roar in his ears. Static sticks to his skin, crawling across it in a numbing tingle. Lysander opens his mouth to scream, but no sound makes it out. A flash of green breaks through the dark. Lysander slams face first into a tree, its leaves shivering with the impact. “Oh. Oh, no,” a voice close to him says. Someone places a hand on his shoulder in cadence to a wave of nausea flooding through him. Lysander retches, hunching over. The hand moves to pat his back, all gentle. “There, there. Travelling with portals is never fun, I’m afraid. He should have told you.” He chances a look to his right, to where the voice is coming from, and is met with bare feet on mossy forest floor. Pressing the back of his hand to his mouth, he straightens slowly. Miles and miles of forest stretch out around him, trees and bushes and a little creek gently running its course. Birdsong fills the space, lined with the rustle of leaves overhead. Rei lives in a forest. This forest. “Is everything alright again?” the voice asks, and the hand disappears. Lysander nods absently. “Sorry, I… oh.” A young man steps into his view – the one those bare feet belong to – and gives him an encouraging, but small smile. He’s taller than Lysander is, his hair a warm shade of blond reminiscent of honey. Something about him is… off. His skin is too perfect, his movements just shy of oily. There’s a startling darkness to his eyes. Not human, his instincts scream at him, though he passes as one well enough. The portal buzzes. Minchan emerges with grace, touching his feet to the ground as though he were a cat leaping off the sofa. He beams at the both of them, the definition of cheeky. “I see you’ve already met our hermit.” The not-quite-human huffs, crossing his arms. A few heads of flowers peek through his hair, all varying shades of red. “Why did you let him go through it like this? It’s dangerous.” “Oh, relax. Don’t talk to me about dangerous. You grow flesh-eating plants.” “ – that never harm anyone unless I tell them to –” “Right. That makes it better.” The puzzle pieces click belatedly. “Oh!” Lysander says, clutching at his chest. “You’re Rei!” Rei turns toward him, wearing the same smile as before. “And you’re Lysander. I’ll get you something for the queasiness. Portals get to everyone the first time, especially if you’re not fully prepared.” He shoots Minchan a weighty look at his last few words. Minchan retaliates by sticking out his tongue. Rei ignores him. “Come, I’ll show you inside.” “Inside”, as it turns out, is a little hut hidden behind layers of what Minchan calls “glamour”. After a simple wave of Rei’s hand, it appears out of thin air, flimmering at the edges like Minchan’s circle had done. It sits in the middle of a fenced in, lush garden, a plethora of brightly colored flowers and plants. Some, Lysander recognizes, but others he’s never seen in his life. A walkway of grey stones leads to the entrance door, heavy looking and wooden. The door swings open on its own, or so it appears. Rei bends down to pick something up, cupping it ever so gently in his palms. It’s a tiny, albino hedgehog. “Thank you, Lilac.” Rei presses a kiss to the hedgehog’s forehead. The hedgehog makes a noise that sounds suspiciously flustered. “This is my familiar,” Rei follows it up with, showing Lilac to Lysander. “Say hello. Try to be friends. I’d hate for you two to not get along.” Lysander wrings his hands, staring at Lilac. Lilac doesn’t move, either, staring right back. “Um. H-hello. It’s nice to meet you.” Lilac raises his little snout into the air, and Rei frowns down at him. “What did I just say? Play nice.” Still, Lilac doesn’t look very impressed. He turns around in Rei’s palms before he vanishes in a shimmery flash of light. Rei shakes his head. “Don’t mind him. He needs a bit to warm up to someone.” Minchan mutters something about it being Rei’s own fault for never socializing. He goes ignored again. The inside of Rei’s hut is surprisingly normal. All his furniture is wooden or partly wooden, from the round table in the kitchen to the sofa lined with the plushest cushions and pillows to the TV stand. Herbs and flowers hang from every wall, both dried and fresh. The most outlandish item is the big cauldron in the middle of the kitchen, a fire lit underneath it. Whatever’s inside it bubbles gently, filling the air with a sweet, herby scent. Of all the cliched witch-things Lysander expected to see, this is the most accurate to his imaginations. Upon closer inspection, however, he finds that the TV and the kitchen itself are both highly modern. Rei even owns a gaming console. How and where is he getting his electricity from? Something tells him the answer will either be magic, or so mundane that he would have never considered it. A question for another day. Rei gathers them together in the middle of the living room and has them sit on the floor after pushing the coffee table aside. He hands Lysander a small pill and a glass of water instead of the potion he’d expected, and Lysander gulps both down. Apparently, even witches have a need for regular medicine. Perhaps solving everything with magic is against the rules. If there are any rules. He has so much to learn. “Did you bring the salves?” Rei asks, seated cross-legged next to Lysander. A few days earlier, Rei instructed him to prepare a couple of standard salves to put on wounds, ones that his job as a nurse has long familiarized him with. He’d told him to make them with the intent to heal, to concentrate on and visualize the process of a wound closing. So Lysander had done exactly that. And though he’d found himself tempted to test them, himself, he thought it more prudent to wait until both Minchan and Rei could ascertain their capabilities. If they had any special ones, anyhow. Lysander gives a quick nod, taking the two small, rotund plastic containers out of his sling bag. They used to be filled with store-bought skin care, serving this purpose just fine. Rei takes them with a grateful nod. One he hands Minchan, the other he keeps, unscrewing the lid. He tilts it gently in his palm so the light catches in the creaminess of the salve, making it glisten. He brings it up to his face to smell it, humming as he does. Whether or not it’s a satisfied noise, Lysander can’t tell. “They smell nice,” Minchan comments, tilting his container every which way like Rei had done. “Why’d you make him make these?” Rei smiles, that same, small smile, but there’s an edge to it. Smug. “Because I asked him what he’s interested in. Have you done the same?” Minchan sputters. “I – you know, it’s not like we can just jump into what he likes. He needs basics. That’s what I’m concerned about.” This playful back and forth is just as endearing as Minchan’s whirlwind persona. Lysander can’t stop himself from giggling, which earns him a wider smile from Rei and a noise from Minchan like he’s terribly martyred. But he’s smiling, too, unable to hide it even behind that huffy facade. “Well,” Rei says after a moment of comfortable silence, “I suppose we’ll need to test these.” He gets up and walks over to the kitchen to rummage in a drawer. What he pulls out glints silvery in his palm, and only when he sits back down, it becomes clear what it is. A knife. Vines snake around its handle, deep green in color. The blade itself is simple and two-edged, a small symbol etched into the very tip of it. Rei reaches out, takes one of Minchan’s hands and quickly drags the knife from one side of his palm to the other. Minchan yelps. “What the fuck?! Have you lost your –” Minchan struggles, but Rei tightens his grasp on his hand, keeping him in place. Blood wells up from the cut, beading along the surface. “As I said, we need to test his salves,” Rei says, his voice unaffected. He turns his attention towards Lysander, who has since frozen in his spot. His heart hammers in his chest, a new wave of sickness sloshing in his stomach. As used as he is to seeing blood, a warning would have been nice. Minchan struggles again, but it’s still in vain. He goes slack a moment after, averting his eyes. “I’m going to be sick.” Rei hums vaguely, still looking at Lysander. “Which one of them would you use for a cut like this?” “Um.” Lysander slowly inches forward to take a closer look at the cut. It’s not deep, something that would heal just fine on its own once its dressed. He picks up one of his salves, offering it to Rei. “This one.” “Well, go on then. Put it on.” Lysander blinks at him. None of this is what he’d expected of this get-together, but he doesn’t have the luxury to complain. Hesitating, he asks Rei for something to clean the blood up with, and Rei disappears again only to return with a damp washcloth. Lysander wipes the cut down, careful not to hurt Minchan too much, before he dips a finger into the salve, coating the pad of it with the thinnest layer. “This… might sting a little,” he warns as he gently rubs the salve along the cut. Even before he manages to reach the end of it, the cut begins to close. He and Minchan both gape at it, at the way the skin knits together on its own right in front of their eyes. Lysander finishes his job to watch the rest of it close, too, leaving Minchan’s palm pristine as if nothing ever happened. No scab, no scar. Nothing. “Holy shit,” Minchan whispers in awe, inspecting his hand up close. Next to him, Rei chuckles. “I knew it would work the moment you handed it to me. You must have felt that, too, Minchan.” Minchan, rubbing his thumb along the spot where the cut used to be, nods dumbly. “I… felt something, sure. But I’m not good at healing magic. I couldn’t tell it was going to be like this.” Rei wipes his knife down with the damp washcloth. It’s all a little much to take in – Rei being so casual, Minchan so shocked, this place and Lysander’s salve actually working. His head spins with this slew of information. Judging by the softness of Rei’s face, he’s noticed. He puts a hand on Lysander’s shoulder, squeezing gently. “You have a talent. Very potent magic. You’ll make a great healer one day, baby witch.” For the umpteenth time, Lysander’s heart skips a beat.