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diorsdolliest · 4 days ago

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𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔; min ho

summary: in this intense romance, y/n and min ho, both struggling with fear and hesitation, confront their undeniable chemistry in a private moment that leads to a passionate kiss, marking the beginning of an emotionally charged relationship as they finally embrace what they’ve both been too afraid to admit. (pt. 2 to roses)

warnings: mention of making out

word count: 2120

AS YOU WATCHED MIN HO WALK OUT YOU HAD ONE OF TWO DECISIONS TO MAKE !

you weren't going to let him walk away this time.

the second min ho stepped out of the dorm, you were already on your feet, heart pounding in your chest.

before you could even second-guess yourself, you were chasing after him.

he felt it.

you knew he did.

and if you didn't confront it now, it was going to drive you mad.

"min ho," you called out.

he didn't stop.

you quickened your pace, frustration creeping in. "min ho—"

"go back inside, y/n." his voice was cold, clipped, nothing like it had been just minutes ago.

no.

you weren't going to let him shut down on you.

you grabbed his wrist, gripping it tightly. "no."

he turned to face you, his expression unreadable. "what?"

you glanced around, heart pounding in your ears.

the hallway was too open, too exposed. anyone could hear you, and you needed privacy.

without thinking, you yanked him toward the nearest supply closet, flinging the door open and shoving him inside.

"y/n—"

before he could protest, you slipped in after him and slammed the door shut.

darkness.

the only light was a faint sliver from the hallway, barely illuminating the cramped space. shelves lined one wall, stocked with blankets and cleaning supplies.

it was too intimate, too close—but you didn't care.

min ho exhaled sharply, leaning back against the door. "are you serious?"

"yes," you snapped, your chest heaving. "because we need to talk."

"there's nothing to talk about." his voice was forced, his body tense.

you stepped closer, the confined space leaving barely any room between you. "bullshit."

min ho inhaled sharply as you moved into his space, your chin tilting up to glare at him.

his adam's apple bobbed, lips parted as if he was about to say something—before they pressed into a firm line.

"you don't get to just say all that," you continued, your voice trembling slightly, "and then walk away."

his jaw clenched. "i didn't leave—"

"yes, you did!" your frustration boiled over. "you dropped that confession like a bomb, and then walked away like it meant nothing."

his eyes darkened. "isn't that what you wanted?"

you froze.

min ho let out a humorless laugh. "you weren't exactly jumping at the chance to say anything back, y/n."

you swallowed hard, pulse racing. "because i—i didn't know what to say."

min ho scoffed, shaking his head. "right."

you wanted to hit him. or kiss him. or both.

instead, you shoved at his chest, frustration burning through you. "you can't just drop something like that on me, min ho! you can't look at me like that and—"

"like what?" he challenged, stepping forward.

you instinctively backed up, the shelves pressing against your back.

min ho moved closer, his hands bracing against the wood on either side of your head, trapping you in.

your breath caught.

"like what, y/n?" his voice dropped, rough and dangerous. his scent—clean, warm, unmistakably him—wrapped around you, clouding your thoughts.

you swallowed hard, fingers trembling. "like—like you want me."

his lips parted, a sharp inhale escaping him.

then, ever so slightly, he leaned in.

"maybe that's because i do."

your entire body locked up.

min ho's gaze flickered to your lips, lingering there for a heartbeat too long.

the air between you was charged, thick with something neither of you could fight anymore.

you exhaled shakily, every nerve in your body heightened by how close he was, how easily he could close the space between you.

"say something," he murmured. his voice was softer now, almost vulnerable.

you licked your lips, heart racing. "i don't know how."

min ho's brows furrowed, his breath uneven. "then tell me to leave."

your hands clenched into fists.

"tell me you don't want this," he challenged, lips barely an inch from yours. "tell me, and i swear i'll go."

but you couldn't.

because it would be a lie.

and from the way min ho's expression shifted—the way his eyes searched yours, desperate, hopeful—he already knew.

you sucked in a shaky breath, your chest rising and falling rapidly. "min ho..."

his fingers twitched against the shelf, like he was using every ounce of restraint not to touch you. "tell me, y/n."

instead, you reached for him.

fingers curling into his hoodie, your voice barely a whisper.

"don't go."

min ho let out a shaky exhale—and then he moved.

one moment, you were standing there, every nerve in your body on edge, and the next—

his hands cupped your face, warm and firm, tilting your head up. his lips hovered over yours, so close you could feel his breath ghosting over your skin.

but he didn't kiss you.

not yet.

instead, he rested his forehead against yours, fingers tightening around your jaw like he was still waiting for permission, still waiting for you.

your breath stuttered.

your hands fisted into his hoodie, grounding yourself, confirming he was real.

"are you going to run away again?" you whispered, voice barely steady.

min ho let out a breathless laugh, his thumb brushing against your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine.

"not a chance."

and then—finally—he kissed you.

the kiss was everything and nothing like you expected.

min ho's lips were soft, but his kiss wasn't. it was desperate, like he'd been holding this in for far too long, like he was afraid you'd slip through his fingers if he didn't act now.

your hands tightened in his hoodie, your body instinctively pressing into his. he let out a frustrated exhale against your lips—like he wanted more but was holding himself back.

the tension snapped.

but just as quickly as it started, you pulled away.

your chest heaved, lips tingling, your heart a mess.

min ho's eyes were heavy-lidded, his breathing ragged as he stared at you like you'd just turned his world upside down.

maybe you had.

you swallowed, voice barely a whisper. "we... shouldn't have done that."

min ho's expression flickered—just a moment, just enough for you to notice—before his usual mask slipped back into place.

"right," he muttered, stepping back, jaw tightening. "of course."

your stomach twisted.

you didn't mean it.

not really.

but panic surged through you.

this was min ho—the same min ho who had spent months teasing you, acting like you were just a nuisance in his life.

now he was kissing you like he needed you?

it didn't make sense.

min ho scoffed, shaking his head. "i should've seen this coming."

your eyes snapped to him, heart still racing. "what the hell does that mean?"

"it means," he said, voice sharp, "that i was dumb enough to think—maybe—you felt the same way."

his words knocked the air from your lungs.

you opened your mouth, but no sound came out.

wasn't that the problem? that you did feel the same way? that you didn't know what to do with it?

"i—"

min ho scoffed again. "save it, y/n."

he turned for the door, reaching for the handle.

panic surged through you. "wait—"

min ho froze, his back still to you.

you inhaled sharply. "you can't just... walk away."

"why not?" his voice was cold now, distant, the exact opposite of the min ho who had held you like you were fragile just moments ago.

you hesitated. "because i—"

you what?

liked him? wanted him? needed him?

min ho exhaled sharply. "that's what i thought."

and then he was gone, slipping through the door, leaving you standing in the cramped closet, your heart still thundering.

the second min ho walked out, something inside you snapped.

you couldn't let him leave. not like this.

your heart was still racing, your lips still tingling from his kiss, his touch, the way he'd held you like you mattered. now, because of your own fear, he was walking away.

before you could talk yourself out of it, you blurted it out.

"i want you."

min ho froze.

the words hung in the air, heavy and irreversible.

seconds felt like hours.

slowly, min ho turned.

his expression was unreadable, lips parted, eyes locking onto yours with a intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

"what did you say?" his voice was barely a whisper, unsure if he'd imagined it.

your throat went dry.

but you couldn't back down now.

"i want you, min ho."

something flickered in his expression—dangerous, unguarded.

min ho sucked in a slow breath, stepping forward, and suddenly the distance between you disappeared.

"say it again," he murmured, voice rougher.

you swallowed, your chest tight, aware of how close he was. "i want you, min ho moon."

min ho's jaw tightened, fingers twitching like he was fighting the urge to pull you into him. "then why the hell did you act like you didn't?"

you exhaled shakily. "because i was scared."

his eyes darkened. "of what?"

"of this." you gestured between you, frustration creeping into your voice. "of us. of what it means."

min ho let out a bitter laugh. "you think i'm not scared?"

you blinked.

he ran a hand through his hair, exhaling. "you drive me insane, y/n. i've spent so much time pretending i didn't care, pushing it down... but it never stops. i see you, and suddenly, i can't think straight."

your breath hitched.

min ho stepped closer, voice quieter, more vulnerable. "so yeah, i'm scared, too. but the difference is—i want this. i want you. if you feel the same way, you need to stop running."

your heart pounded.

because he was right.

you'd spent so much time fighting this, fighting him, when the truth had been staring you in the face all along.

you didn't just want min ho.

you needed him.

so, finally, you stopped thinking.

you grabbed his hoodie, pulled him down, and kissed him like your life depended on it.

min ho let out a sharp breath, surprised, but the moment your lips met his, all hesitation vanished.

his hands immediately found your waist, pulling you closer like he couldn't bear the distance between you.

the kiss was desperate, frantic, like he was trying to make up for lost time.

his fingers curled into your shirt as if needing something to hold onto.

when you pulled away, breathless and lightheaded, min ho rested his forehead against yours.

"say it one more time," he murmured, voice low and wrecked.

you smiled, hands still gripping his hoodie.

"i want you."

and this time, there was no hesitation.

the world outside that closet didn't matter anymore.

it was only min ho, and only you.

your heart still raced, every nerve alive with anticipation.

his fingers tangled in your shirt, pulling you closer, and for the first time, you weren't scared. you weren't questioning yourself.

this was real.

this was happening.

min ho's lips were on yours again, deeper this time, urgent, like you were both absorbing every ounce of this moment you'd both been too afraid to face.

his mouth moved against yours with a raw, desperate hunger.

and you kissed him back just as fiercely, hands trailing up to his neck, pulling him closer, feeling the heat of his body against yours.

his hands slipped under your shirt, caressing your bare skin, sending shivers down your spine.

you gasped into the kiss, your stomach flipping with every touch.

min ho deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against yours, asking for permission you didn't hesitate to give.

you opened up to him, and the moment his tongue met yours, everything else disappeared.

it was just him.

just you.

he pulled you into him, backing you against the shelves, trapping you between the cold wood and his warmth. his hands gripped your hips, lifting you, pressing you against him, like he couldn't get close enough.

his lips trailed down your neck, and you gasped softly, tilting your head back as his kisses marked your skin.

"min ho..." you whispered his name like a prayer, tugging him back to your lips.

the kiss deepened, more frantic, desperate, because you both knew this moment would change everything.

you felt his heart pounding against yours, felt how desperately you both needed this.

finally, when you pulled apart, breathless and dazed, min ho pressed his forehead against yours, his hand cupping your cheek, as if to reassure himself this was real.

"be mine, y/n," he murmured, voice rough. "i don’t want to let you go."

you smiled. "you’re mine."

and with that, words no longer mattered.

you both knew what came next.

“happy valentine’s.” you whispered to min ho before going back into his dorm to talk to kitty.

a/n !

HAI! i’m gonna be so real i never planned on making a pt 2 but since i saw some ppl liked it i decided to write an update.

i hope its good because most pt 2s aren’t but hopefully!! please like, comment, and repost! ilysm 😻 - xoxo, nova

tags: @munsonsquinn | @bluesmithereens

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