#Minho headcanons

[catiuskaa]

missed me, missed me, now you gotta...

SUMMARY: minho wasn’t grumpy, nor he was jealous. but he hasn’t been the same ever since he fell in love with you.

REQUESTED! by a sweet annonie right here. pookie, your idea was lovely to write! lil grumpy minho, im melting… it’s a bit short, but I hope you like it! <3

CW: use of (crack) text messages to convey the plot, starring: han quokka as cupid + reader’s bsf, clingy minho as king of my heart, and ngl, type 1 diabetes fluff ahead. keep insulin shots close just in case! lol

WC: 1.1k

A/N: i love how i’m slowly turning into a minho blog/page lmaoo, only minho: the man, the myth, the legend!

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The same ringtone buzzed again during rehearsals. Its ding had sounded so many times already that it had started to get repetitive really quickly.

Minho frowned as he looked in the mirror, retouching his rolled sleeves just once more for what he secretly knew it had been more than twenty times. In the span of ten minutes. Maybe even less.

But Minho wasn’t ‘grumpy’.

He so wasn’t.

His day had been normal so far. He had no reason to be grumpy. Not one what-so-ever.

He had woken up in between your arms, and even if he had ‘complained’ about it, he loved being the little spoon. And also, his cats jumped on the bed and, just for once, none of them landed on his face.

There had been just one thing.

…

Well. Technically more than one.

You had rushed outside this morning. You claimed you didn’t have time to have breakfast with him, because you were late for something he didn’t really get. Because of that, you hadn’t come over to the JYP building with him. He had to drive over alone. And you hadn’t pecked him goodbye at the entrance like always.

But he. Wasn’t. Grumpy.

Not. At. All.

> sunggie: girl, did you hide his cats or smth?

< minho’s owner: lol, wdym dude?

> sunggie: he looks like he’s going to kill me.

> sunggie: And he loves me! Wtf??

“Jisung-ah.”

Han shrieked in his place in the sofa, his phone almost falling off his hands. He quickly turned it off, hoping that the grumpy dancer hadn’t seen the old or new messages.

“Who were you texting?” Minho frowned, deeper this time.

“Oh.” Jisung chuckled. “Just checking in on noona.”

“My girlfriend?” The way Minho enunciated the title felt a bit possesive. Jisung eyed at him weirdly for a second. Even he felt weird himself.

Jisung nodded sheepishly, turning his phone back on but quickly opening a random app.

“Yeah. I owed her a call back.” He shrugged, nonchalantly accepting that he had opened Subway Surfers, and started to play.

As the catchy music came from Han’s phone, Minho shook his head.

Not grumpy.

Not at all.

But the thought that you had been texting Han and didn’t text him —instead of him— did funny things in his chest.

Now, keep in mind that Minho would never describe himself as a jealous man.

He trusted you with his cats, of course he trusted you regarding your relationship. But he had barely got a hold of you all day. And Han had. By call and text. Like he was doing now.

Not grumpy.

Sure.

< minho’s owner: you dead yet?

Jisung groaned.

> sunggie: no! you made me lose my score!

> sunggie: and I don’t have any keys! ㅠㅠ

< minho’s owner: sucks to suck, lol

< minho’s owner: but what’s wrong with my future husband? did you do something?

> sunggie: he’s moody since he came in this morning.

> sunggie: you weren’t here tho. smth wrong between ya?

< minho’s owner: no…? just had to run to work early…

And then, something in Jisung’s paboracha brain connected. Probably because of how he had named your contact in his phone.

> sunggie: omg

< minho’s owner: what?

> sunggie: that corny dumbass

> sunggie: he’s so stupid

< minho’s owner: bitch what is it???

> sunggie: he’s moody bc u didn’t come in with him today!

You hesitated. Could that be it?

< minho’s owner: really? u think so?

> sunggie: bitch I know so!

> sunggie: imma go get boba for the boys, get your ass here and come w/ me

Jisung’s brain started to work at cupid’s speed.

< minho’s owner: omw. be there in 5’

“Guys, I’m gonna go get boba. Do any of you want something?”

The rest of the gang blabbered something while some kept going over the steps of the choreography and the others rested on the couch, doozing off or on their phones. Han quickly noted down everyone’s orders, not before being squinted down by Minho. He held back a shiver.

“Clingy prick…” Jisung mumbled, leaving quickly.

He walked out of the JYP building, waiving and half bowing to the staff members and other artists in the building.

< minho’s owner: just parked! ^^

Jisung entered the boba place next to the building, smiling at the cashier as he read down the orders on his note app, and stood aside, waiting for the drinks.

“Hey!” You smiled widely at him, taking off your scarf, merely leaving it hanging on your shoulders. He clapped your hand, playfully slapping your back.

“Working hard?” Jisung snickered, pointing at the bag on your other hand.

You side-eyed at him, giggling softly.

“Took some snacks before heading off.” You shrugged. “We can sneak these in, right?”

Jisung scratched the back of his neck. “We’ll… come up with something.”

You both struggled carrying the drinks, teasing each other and betting who’d make a mess first. But all giggles came to an end when the security guard stared at you.

“Name and business?” He asked in a low huff.

Your body stiffened.

“She’s my sister,” Han chimed back. You were in fact far from being his sister, but that didn’t matter when the guard seemed to nod. “She’s just helping me carry the drinks inside.”

“And the bag? What’s inside?”

You cleared your throat, smiling. “Clothes for him to change once he finishes training.” You lied.

Thank God for his imagination. And for his stupid idea of shoving your scarf and his hoodie into the bag of snacks.

“Ok. You may come in.” The guard smiled politely.

Only after the both of you had gotten into the elevator you allowed yourselves to let out a sight full of relief. You two then smirked, high-fiving.

“Thank you, bro.” You teased in a snicker.

He cackled. “You’re welcome, sis.”

You both laughed and joked until you reached the training room.

“The person you dream of is back!” Han cackled.

“Noona!” Felix grinned happily.

“Yeah, that’s me!” You cackled at Jisung’s faked frown.

You smiled and greeted everyone as you entered, leaving a certain bunny boy for last.

You sat next to him on the couch, and without missing a beat, he took your legs and layed them on his lap.

You took a sip of his drink, and he stared at you, almost with a squint.

“You’ve made me jealous of fucking Han Jisung.” He stated matter-o-factly, making you practically choke on the tapioka pearls.

You coughed. “What?”

“You texted him all evening. And me? Not even a good luck kiss this morning.”

“Aw, are you grumpy, kitten?” You grinned teasingly, speaking only towards him in a soft tone to his ear. You pecked his cheek.

He needed more of those.

Grumpy, huh?

“Yes. Very.” He mumbled, hiding his blushed and pleased grin in the crook of your neck. “Need more kisses.”

“Well, you know how it goes.” You mumbled in a snicker. He hummed at you, waiting for you to explain.

You kissed his forehead softly, his hands stroking your thighs.

“Missed me, missed me, now you gotta kiss me.”

~Kats, who can write this in one sit, but can’t figure out how chemistry works (yes have exams, why did I choose this for myself, help)

[channieismyboy]

sleepy cuddles - skz headcanons

members: ot8 x gn!reader

genre: fluff; headcanons of what i think skz would be like if they wanted cuddles with you late at night. - masterlist

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chan - tugging your shirt to not let you leave

you and chan have been lying down in bed for a while now

it's late at night, both of you are cuddled up against each other, scrolling on your phones

you're sitting comfortably in his warm lap, until you realize just how late it is

"baby i think we should try to get ready for bed," you say while looking back at chan

as you're talking you try to get up from his hold

until chan's impeccable instincts kick in

and he grabs onto the black shirt you are wearing that he gave you, to halt your actions

you look at him once more, "you're not allowed to leave darling"

there is an expression that chan always wears when he wants something from you, and you can never say no to it (and the man uses it religiously)

it is a type of loving sincerity in his eyes that makes your heart skip a beat

"just stay with me for five more minutes, love. then we can get ready, okay?" he says, his tone so endearing, it persuades you to give into his cute antics

so you stay there for five minutes, then ten, then another 20

until you're fast asleep into his hold

minho - holding out his arms

you and minho decided to have a sleepover together

as the night comes closer, you both begin getting ready for bed

your boyfriend finishes his skincare much quicker than you, which is predictable

you love to use both yours and his products, because somehow his are always more soothing and better than yours

everytime he catches you using some sort of face cream or lotion of his he just glares (it’s a loving glare)

but you go right ahead and still use them, because you know that he doesn't mind you using his things

since your boyfriend is done, he waits for you on the bed until you join him

the moment he sees you all fresh and glowy while exiting the bathroom, he opens up his arms and wears a bright smile, inviting you to join him

"baby, come here! i need you in my hold," he says

"i'm coming don't worry," you laugh at his adorable behavior

once you settle into his warm grasp, you snuggle your head into his neck

"you know y/n, i don't mind you using my skincare, you just take too long," minho says to you in a quiet voice

"oh really? then how about you do it for me instead?" you question playfully

"next time, i will."

changbin - falling asleep during a movie

you and changbin are finally able to spend some quality time together

he's been so busy with his schedules, but you both found a time that worked

so, you both decided to stay in and watch a movie late at night

however, there's a slight problem

because it's so late at night, changbin keeps falling asleep

everytime you look at him to see his reaction to a funny moment in the movie, his head is tilted to the side, and his eyes are closed

he looks way to adorable right now, but you want to watch with him

"changbin baby, please wake up. we have to watch a movie together," you whisper gently into his ear

he wakes up slightly and grumbles "no i'm awake, i was just resting my eyes," (mhm sure you are)

you laugh at him and his denials to falling asleep, when you can clearly see he's already asleep

"well what's it gonna take to wake you up hm?"

he now suddenly wakes up and looks at you cutely, "cuddle me until i wake up,"

you both know that he won't ever wake up, but you decide to cuddle your too good to be true boyfriend

you both stay there on the couch, in each others arms until the morning comes

hyunjin - opening the light and him complaining

you decide to surprise hyunjin with a late night snack

so you head to his dorm and greet the 3racha members who also live there, you ask where hyunjin is so you can surprise him

they say he's sleeping, but that doesn't stop you

you head to his room quietly, and open the door

you are greeted with a sleeping dumpling in his bed

you take a second to admire the loose strands of hair that are scattered across his face

then you look to your right and see all the artworks, and leftover sketches spread out messily on his desk

you want to move them, so you can place the food on the desk instead without damaging his work

so you turn on the light to see your surroundings better

however, that caused hyunjin to wake up all groggy

"turn off the lights-" he says in a moody tone, but he gets caught off the moment he sees your face

suddenly his expression and tone become a lot softer at the sight of his pretty partner

"why are you here? i thought you were han annoying me again for a sec"

"no silly it's me." you say with a laugh

"i got us some late night snacks. let's eat together." you say to him gently

"okay baby, but lets cuddle first" hyunjin says, opening the covers to invite you in

jisung - wrapping an arm around your waist

you and jisung are both homebodies, it's a well known fact

so your dates are usually spent in the comfort of his dorm

you both decided to go to bed early instead of staying up to watch a movie

you wake up in the middle of the night and try to get into a more comfortable position

you attempt to move away from jisung for a bit, so you can stretch a little

however, your actions were cute short as han reached his arm out and wrapped it around your waist, and pulled you incredibly close to him

you feel your back touch his chest and abdomen, and his warm steady breaths on your exposed shoulder

his hold on you is tight, "it's better like this," is all he says before placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder

you smile at his comment, "alright baby, if you insist. goodnight."

"goodnight baby, i'll be dreaming of you."

felix - distracting you from work

it's currently late at night, and here you are slumped over on your bed and facing your computer

you have been trying to get through all the piles of unattended assignments

and you haven't stopped since a few hours ago

you boyfriend however, has been making it difficult to focus, as he's now negotiating with you to halt your work

"come on baby, you've been working all day!" (it's only been two hours) "you should take a break and spend time with me," felix says

he has come to join you on the bed and is now laying his head on your lap

"i'm sorry lixie, but i really need to focus on my work. give me another hour that's it" you say, your eyes haven't left your computer

yet you can still see the sad expression plastered on your clingy boyfriend's face in your peripheral vision

that face always makes you look at it, so you look down to meet felix's eyes

he smiles now that he's gained a bit of your attention

so, he resumes his nagging

"it's almost twelve in the morning y/n," (it's 9 p.m.) "it's too late for you to work. let's cuddle instead,"

you look at your computer then you face felix, you repeat this motion for a second time

cuddling felix seems way more fun than doing homework, plus you've finished a good amount of work already

"alright fine, you win. but you gotta let me work in a few hours okay?"

"okay." felix says while engulfing you in a tight hug. he knows he won't let you work until the next day

seungmin - falling asleep with glasses on

you catch seungmin half asleep on the bed as you enter the room with some tea

he asked you to make some for him because 'y/n's is always better' (he's just too lazy to do it himself)

nevertheless, you agree and make some lavender tea

yet when you come he's laid comfortably on the fluffy surface with a warm knit cover to keep him warm

he looks so cute you can't stop yourself from taking pictures of him at every angle, as you set the tea down

(you can't wait to show him in the morning and see his annoyed expression)

but you notice one thing, his glasses are still on

you try your best to remove them without waking seungmin

but the moment you touch the frames, he opens his eyes and looks at you

you're able to remove them quickly and set them aside

you see seungmin look at you quietly, "hi" you say

he doesn't answer, instead he takes you by the arm, and makes you lay on top of him

"uh seungmin baby, i can't move" you say, voice restrained a bit at the position you're in

"that's what you get for waking me," he says

"i was doing you a favour you know, and i got us tea"

"well, your reward is laying on top of me," he retorts

jeongin - laying on his chest

you feel at peace right now

you’re laying in bed with your caring boyfriend jeongin

you both decide to sleep after a long day spent together

as you lay beside him, you notice that he seems a bit sad

since this is unusual, sp you ask your sweet boyfriend why he has that look on his face

"i can't sleep without holding you in my arms." he simply states

you feel a smile forming on your face (how can a grown man be this adorable?)

"then how about i lay on your chest?" you ask

he nods and lays on his back

you get into position and cover you and your boyfriend until you're both snuggled against each other

his chest of comfortable, and you hear his heartbeat faintly

with rises and falls of his chest, you feel yourself become more and more tired

"aw you look so cute," you hear jeongin say. "i bet you'll sleep faster if i play with your hair."

"i'm willing to take that bet," you say

his fingers gently massaging your scalp make you drift even deeper to sleep, until your breaths are even, and eyes completely closed

"goodnight love," jeongin says, before he too falls asleep

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a/n: hey babes, i tried to find snearios that matched skz , i hope i did a good job!! i hope you're all doing well <3

Do not repost, translate, or post any and all content on any other websites, profiles without notifiying me and asking for my consent first, as well as giving me credit.

[lvrmin]

LOVELY HUSBAND : MINHO

bangchan , minho , changbin , hyunjin , han , felix , seungmin , jeongin

⸻ synopsis: husband minho x f!reader ; genre: fluff, smut (nsfw under cut), headcanons, degrading, mean / soft dom minho, spankings. wc : 0.6k

MINHO . . . is the type of husband who always talks things out whenever you guys fight. he never wants you to sleep knowing the last thing he said to you was hurtful.

MINHO . . . is the type of husband to wants to cuddle all the time but doesn’t know how to ask without seeming clingy so he doesn’t. he either taps your shoulder and opens his arms or just falls on top of you when you’re on the couch or bed.

MINHO . . . is the type of husband to remember your favorite things. once you said it one time he already knows what to get you the next time. he would surprise you with your favorite flowers, takeout, or even plushies of your favorite animal or characters.

MINHO . . . is the type of husband to love seeing you in his clothes. he would purposely leave his hoodie around you so you would wear it whenever you were cold.

MINHO . . . is the type of husband to always wanna match. matching clothes, hairstyles, bracelets, and even mugs. he's the one to come up with the idea and thought it was cute.

MINHO . . . is the type of husband to still make you feel flustered even after being together for so long. the way he looks at you sometimes sends butterflies down your spine and makes you shy.

MINHO . . . is the type of husband to make sure he has time for you throughout the day. he hates if you ever think that you're a burden to him when you're the complete opposite. he even wants you to text him for the littlest things; you think its silly but do it anyway.

MINHO . . . is the type of husband to buy you a bunch of jewelry like rings and bracelets. the necklaces he gets you have your favorite gemstones, initials, or a small photo of you guys on it. jewelry is one of his main ways of spoiling you.

MINHO . . . is the type of husband to have his days when he’s tired and fucks you nice and soft. he takes his time pleasuring you first; hand holding and kisses everywhere.

MINHO . . . is the type of husband to think foreplay is a must. he rarely likes to do quickies because he knows he won’t have enough time to include foreplay. there are rare times when you have to literally beg him to fuck you even though you guys had guests coming in a few minutes.

MINHO . . . is the type of husband to send you videos of him masturbating while you’re at work and he has a day off. its one of his favorite ways of teasing you.

MINHO . . . is the type of husband to make you wanna misbehave. you basically act up when he’s busy and you’re needy. constantly whining and touching him till he finally gives in but not the way expected him to.

MINHO . . . is the type of husband to degrade you during sex. nothing but the nastiest words come out of his mouth, especially when he’s in a bad mood he’s definitely fucking your face and making sure there’s no way you could walk properly tomorrow.

MINHO . . . is the type of husband to insist on having sex on the phone when you guys are far apart. when he’s tour he would facetime you every night but this night was different. he wanted you to wear the lingerie he brought you before he left and masturbate with him.

MINHO . . . is the type of husband to give spankings as a punishment. his punishments are nothing like the way he would treat you as a hard dom any other day. almost always denying you to cum, removing his hand before you could finish. he would grin at your tears knowing he told you, "act like a slut and you get treated like one."

[il0veaphr0dite]

FIRST TIME’S

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REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

A/N: thank you all for the likes on my posts! im so happy that you guys have been enjoying my work😭🫶🏽 i tried a lil bit of Minhos pov this time. Enjoy!!

SUMMARY: Minho’s friends are noticing how he pays extra attention to you and encourage him to talk to you.

PARING: shy!fem!reader x Minho

WARNINGS: nothing fluff❤️

WORD COUNT: 1367

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Quiet, is what the gladers described you as.

You came into the glade 3 months ago, scared and alone. You didn't talk to anyone when you got out of the box, but, when you did it was only a few words.

It was weird for everyone to have a girl around, multiple gladers hit on you but realized it was no use when you wouldn't respond.

And when it came time to pick a job, you chose to be a Gardner. Ever since you first tried it out, you liked how it kept your mind off the fact that you were stuck in the maze.

Everyone who worked in the gardens knew you didn't like talking much, so they mostly left you to yourself, which you were grateful for.

You just finished your work in the gardens and made your way to the kitchens, you didn't eat lunch earlier so you were starving.

You grabbed a plate of Frypan’s ham sandwich and hurriedly sat down. You took a bite of the sandwich, silently thanking Frypan for his cooking skills.

You went to take another bite when you felt eyes on you. You were used to getting stared at since you were, you know, the only girl.

But this felt different. You couldn't quite describe it. You soon chose to ignore it and continued eating.

On the other end of the stare was Minho. He hadn't touched his sandwich since he saw you enter, too occupied watching you.

“Dude, stop staring it's creepy” Ben set his sandwich back on his plate, still chewing.

Minho broke his gaze, turning to Ben, “I don't know what you're talking about”, eventually picking up his sandwich and taking a bite.

“She’s going to notice soon that a random dude is staring at her,” he said, soon following Minho’s actions and taking a bite out of his sandwich.

Minho proceeded to ignore him, when Newt sat down across from Minho and Ben, setting his plate down.

“Hey Shanks, what's going on?” Minho watched as Newt took a bite out of his sandwich.

“Just eating with a creep who likes to stare at people” Ben responded jokingly causing Minho to roll his eyes.

Newt raises his brows in confusion “What are you talking about?” he asks.

“Minho’s been staring at Y/N ever since she stepped foot in here.”

“I know, this isn’t the first time,” Newt explains. “He’s been doing this ever since she came up in that box,”

Newt wasn't lying. Minho had been paying extra attention to you ever since you came to the glade.

He liked how you were in your own world, and never seemed to be bothered by anyone.

The following weeks after you came up, he couldn't understand why he couldn't stop watching you, and furthermore why his heart beat every time he saw you.

He soon found himself telling Frypan to save an extra plate for you because he noticed how you woke up late most of the time and missed breakfast.

And while Minho did all that, Newt was watching him. He could tell how he felt about you.

“Why haven’t I noticed then?” Ben's eyes widened at the new information.

“I dunno, maybe cause you’re a slinthead” Newt spoke before taking another bite out of his sandwich.

Ben raised his hand into a fist threateningly, causing Newt to put his hands up in defeat. “You should ask her to sit with us tomorrow,” Ben suggested lowering his fist.

“I dunno..” Minho said, uncertain.

Ben nudged him slightly with his elbow. “Come on”

Soon Newt found himself joining in, “What could possibly happen?”

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And so that day Minho found himself asking you to sit with them.

You were in the gardens planting tomato seeds. You put the bag of seeds down to tuck your hair behind your ear when you see a pair of boots in front of you.

It was Minho.

He came back from the maze to see you working in the gardens, remembering what Ben and Newt said, he gathered the courage to ask you.

You stood up from your kneeling position, brushing you pants off.

“Hey uhh, Would you, maybe, want to sit with me and a couple of other gladers during dinner?” Minho asked, hoping his nervousness wasn't showing.

You were more than surprised, you were dumbfounded. You would have expected anyone to ask you that, but not Minho. Your heart was beating and you couldn't understand why.

You knew who he was. I mean, the man was gorgeous with his black hair and buff arms and he knows it. He had an amazing smile and furthermore, he was a runner.

So why was he asking you, a quiet girl who barley speaks, to have dinner with him and his friends?

You didn't know why.

“I..uhh..sure,” you said barely above a whisper.

“Okay, well I'll see you at, uhm, dinner” Minho kept his composure before turning around.

He couldn't believe it. You said yes. He made a mental note to thank Ben and Newt later.

He walked to the map room grinning from ear to ear.

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Later that day, Minho found himself waiting for you at the same table with Newt across from him and Ben to his left.

“What if she doesn't come?” Minho said, bouncing his leg up and down.

“Minho, it's dinner, where else would she go?” Ben rolled his eyes as Newt laughed at his response.

Minho’s leg stopped bouncing as he caught sight of you. You walked towards them with a ham sandwich (again) making eye contact with Minho.

Ben and Newt followed Minho’s gaze to you walking towards them.

“uhm..hi” you said, holding your plate awkwardly.

“Hey Y/N”

“Hey”

Newt and Ben looked at Minho, waiting for him to reply to you.

“Hey” he finally met out.

Newt patted the spot next to him. You sat next to him and set down your plate, and soon after that the conversation between them began to flow.

“I only tripped one time!” Ben argued.

Newt and Minho laughed before Newt continued“I saw you trip at least five times and that was this week alone”

You found yourself joining in the laughter.

“Come on Y/N!, not you too,” Ben said in defeat.

You laughed, “I'm sorry, I can't help it.

He watched you, laughing, he’d never seen anything so beautiful. You'd always been so quiet, this was the first time he'd seen you laugh.

Ben nudged him in the arm “You're staring” he whispered.

Minho quickly looked away, not wanting to seem creepy.

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After a while, you all cleaned up. You were all planning to take a walk together but Ben and Newt said they had to leave so it was just you and Minho.

You and Minho were now walking together.

“How was the maze?” you asked softly.

That was the second time Minho had heard you speak above a whisper today. The first being when you apologized to Ben earlier.

“It was the same, nothing new yet. How were the gardens?”

“Nothing new either unless you find planting tomatoes interesting”

Minho chuckled. This was now the first time Minho had heard you tell a joke. It seemed he heard a lot of first’s today.

It turned silent after that. Not an awkward silence, a comfortable one.

You felt Minho’s fingers brush against yours as your fingers interlocked.

He turned towards you to find you blushing.

This had now been the first time he saw you blushing.

“I was wondering, uhm, would you want to go on a date with me?” he asked “ Only if you want to I'm not going to make you do anything you-”

“I’d love to,” you said.

He stopped walking and turned towards you.

“Okay..well, uhm, great”

“Yeah,” you said giggling.

You look up, locking eyes with him.

You wrap your arms around his waist as he wraps his around your shoulder.

Minho lifts his head to see Newt and Ben hiding behind a tree. “Shuck”

“What?” She questions.

“Nothing” He looks back at Ben and Newt to see them giving him a thumbs up.

A smile grew on his face.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

[downins]

Hello I’m so glad to see that you write for xo kitty! Can I request a Minho x reader where Dae, Minho and reader are childhood friends. Minho had been helping Kitty try to reunite with her family so he’s been unintentionally not spending time with y/n and Dae. Until one day he catches just Dae and y/n hanging out. He sees them laughing and having a good time, yet Minho feels a bit of jealousy boiling in his stomach at the sight of you leaning on Dae as you laugh. Making him realize he doesn’t like the thought of you with other guys.

Thank you so much!! I hope that you have an great day/night <3

༊*·˚𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅༊*·˚ (𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈, 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍)

𝖺/𝗇: 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈!! 𝗂'𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗂𝗍 :𝖣

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀(𝗌): 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎

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listen to: come back to me, rm

for as long as you could remember, minho and dae were always the closest ones to you ever since you three were kids. there were no secrets between all of you and there wasn't a time where you wouldn't be there for each other. even your parents constantly had theirs over for every meal. you've never played favourites with either of them which never became an obstacle in your friendship with them.

as you three grow up, you decided to enroll in the same school as them which your parents whole-heartedly agreed to since they assumed minho and dae were sort of like your brothers and a prestigious school like kiss would look good on your college applications. there, you met people from around the world and learned about their culture, it was really interesting and fun to you. as time passes by, there were more people added into your little friendgroup. such as yuri, juliana, kitty, jin and Q.

you got close with kitty since you shared a room with her and would always listen to her discoveries about her familiy stuff. although, you couldn't keep up with her adventures because you're the school's athlete and also the top student so it was difficult for you to accompany her on that journey. but she would always update you when you're sharing a meal with her and before going to bed. you noticed that she started mentioning minho more, about how he was there to constantly help her find her family. there was a point where you assumed that she had feelings for him too but you brushed it off because causing a whole drama isn't quite necessary for kitty.

since minho was spending more of his time with kitty, you decided to maintain your friendship with dae by still spending time with him and inviting him over to your dorm to just chill, watch some movies along with playing a couple of video games. minho never took note of this as he was mostly busy, you'd invite him and dae but only dae would show up, with fizzy drinks and pizza in his hands.

after a couple of months, minho finally came to realisation that you kind of grew apart with him which led him to decide that he should probably have a talk with you about it. that is, until he saw you and dae, your head on his shoulder while giggling and him making jokes that earned even more laughter from you. there was a lump in his throat at this sight, was it the sense of guilt that he felt because he spent less time with you? or was it because he wanted to be his shoulder that you're laying on? his jokes that you're laughing at? he shut out the idea of having an actual talk with you and left the park then went to his dorm.

now it's 1am in the morning, he's wide awake with the thought of you lingering his brain, did you forget all about him already? does he not matter to you as much anymore? the room was dead silent, only the sounds of soft cold air blowing from the air condition but his head was filled with loud and excruciating thoughts. that was when he realised that, he'd never cared that much for anybody, much less a girl. maybe, he'd been denying it for years but now he's come to terms that he has developed strong feelings for you, so strong that the sight of you with another guy sinks his heart to all the way down to his stomach.

he managed to get some sleep before classes, though he did look quite exhausted and that concerned you. "minho, are you okay?" you tapped on his shoulder gently, making him turn to you. "oh, i'm okay. just.. didn't get enough sleep last night" his response was blunt, maybe a little too blunt which made you question him even further. "are you really sure though?" he shot you a frustrated look, stood up from his seat and left the cafeteria. it alerted the others but you convinced them to go on with their day and that you'd handle this on your own.

you saw him sitting on a bench located near the basketball court, his elbows pressed against his knees with his head buried in his hands. you decided to take a seat beside him, not wanting to be too close to avoid making him uncomfortable. "minho, will you please just talk to me?" your voiced echoed through his head. "what do you want to talk about y/n?" his voice had a sense of anger in it but you still wanted to comfort him. "look, i know that we haven't been close these past few months and i'm really sorry for that, but you were always close with kitty and i assumed you didn't want to spend time with me and dae anymore" you tried to explain yourself. "so you'd just spend all your time with dae and forget about me? just because i'm helping kitty?" his response shocked you a little, he'd never spoken to you in that way.

"look, y/n. it's not just that, this is unusual for me but i think i've fallen in love with you. and i saw you that day, with dae. the way you were laughing with him, it just made me hope that it was me in his place. i know you probably have feelings for him already but i just thought it'd be better if you knew" his confession stunned you into silence and minho saw your reaction. he quickly accepted it and decided to leave before you caught onto his arm.

"minho please listen, i like you too but i just assumed you were with kitty which is why i wanted to be respectful and keep a distance between us" you say as you pulled him into a hug, his arms slowly cradled you. "you.. like me?" his voice finally became soft again, like how he'd always talk to you.

"of course i do, silly" you looked up at him, minho has always found your height difference was always cute to him. he leaned in closer and kissed your lips. "and i thought i was going to the dance alone" he said as he pulled away from you. "really? you're minho, everybody wants you" you joked, making him let out a soft chuckle

[itsjustrosee]

hii. i was wondering if you’d be okay with posting boyfriend headcanons? for minho mostly. if not it’s totally fine!!

have a nice day!

yes, I've actually been meaning to write some so yes definitely!

Minho headcanons

Warnings: Sexual inferences and stuff like that ig

(this is for fem!reader btw)

-At first, Alby tried to stop you from dating his best runner. He thought it would distract him, and even though Minho did drift off while on the job thinking of you, you made him even more productive. You made him even more determined to find a way out of the glade for you and for everyone else.

-Alby forbade you and Minho from dating, but of course, you both did it anyway in secret. But straight away, Minho's drastic increase in mood was visible and the runners couldn't help but notice it. After days of prodding and poking Minho, trying to figure out what it was that had him being so nice and lenient, he finally caved and told them how he was dating you. Obviously, the other runners were supportive of it if it meant that Minho was in a good mood all the time, so they all ran to Alby and BEGGED him to let you and Minho date so you no longer had to do it in secret. Alby eventually gave in and allowed it and hasn't had too much of a reason to regret it since.

-Minho was quite the protective man. He cared about you more than life itself and it pained him every day to run into the maze and not be able to look after you in the glade. He always trusted you and never thought you would do anything with anyone else, but he was scared about how some of the other boys in the glade would treat you. That's why he made sure that he got as many of his friends in the glade to look after you until he got back.

-He would always be sure to spend the most time with you as possible as he could when he got back out from the maze. That included him eating dinner with you, showering with you, literally doing anything with you.

-Even though no gladers other than him and Alby are allowed in the maze room he would let you in anyways. You had no idea about how to help him figure out how to solve the maze, but you'd always be there to calm him down once he got frustrated.

-You guys share a hammock with each other because you both always fall asleep quicker when you're next to each other. It also means that whenever either one of you wakes up suddenly bc of a nightmare, the other person is there to calm them down.

-Minho tries his best to not wake you in the mornings when he gets up early to go into the maze and to yk do his job, but since you're such a light sleeper you always end up waking up. You'll end up walking to the maze doors to wave and kiss him goodbye, then head back to bed for a couple hours until you have to go to work.

-Whenever Minho takes a break in the maze with the other runners, while he eats food or drinks water, he always mentions you in conversations. He'll say things like "I wonder what (Y/N)'s up to", and "Do you think she's eating lunch right now too?" Because he's constantly thinking about you and he can't help but ask.

-After the first few times of Minho saying stuff like this, the other runners thought that it was cute that he liked you so much, but now, they just roll their eyes whenever he brings you up and they'll say, "Okay Minho we get it" because after the number of times he talks about you on a day to day basis, yes, they definitely do get it.

-After a certain amount of time in the glade, you've memorized when the maze doors close and open without needing a watch. Because of this, you always head to the maze doors a couple minutes before they're supposed to close to greet Minho right when he steps back into the glade. Whenever he comes back you greet him with the tightest hug known to man because the maze is incredibly dangerous, you know that any day Minho could die in there, which is why it's such a relieving feeling when you see him again.

-Sometimes you guys will go out later at night and just lay on the grass together and talk for however long you both feel like. Minho always makes sure he spends time with you whenever he can, and you both appreciate having these long conversations with each other. Even though sometimes you both just lay on the ground and stay silent, it never feels awkward. Being in each other's presence is enough, and the silence between you can actually feel quite comforting.

-Whenever a new greenie pops up from the box and there's a bonfire, you and Minho make sure to spend all the possible quality time with each other. Sometimes you'll sit on his lap (which never fails to get him a bit flustered), or you'll sit right next to him while his arm is around your shoulder. You've never really been one to drink so you'll often fall asleep on Minho before the night is over, and he'll always leave a little early to carry you back to your hammock.

-You and Minho have come to realize that using each other in certain ways really helps relieve stress. Whether that is by talking and venting to the other person or through being more intimate with each other.

-Minho likes bringing you into the maze room and doing it there because he knows that only he and Alby are allowed in there so he doesn't have to worry about people walking in on you both. He also likes doing it in the showers because being the only girl means that you're the only one allowed to shower during a certain time, and Alby made sure that there would be consequences to whoever tried to intrude on you showering. But that also just happened to make it the perfect time for you and Minho to be in there alone.

-Minho has two different sides to him when you and he are both doing it, which depends on his mood. He's either gentle and kind, or dominant and controlling. Both of them are a total turn-on for you regardless, you're happy to help him in any way you can.

-You love to tease him, and he loves to put you in your place. He always makes sure your needs are met. Even though he loves to please you, you love pleasing him even more, so eventually he gives in and lets you make him feel good. While you're doing it, he always wants to make sure that you know that he loves you, and he loves to praise you.

-Even if he gets more dominant with you, he always makes sure he's never too harsh, and he makes sure that he's never crossing any boundaries. Afterwards, he'll make it clear that he loves you and he'll thank you for letting him take out some of his stress and frustrations with you. He also heavily believes in aftercare so he'll always bring you back to your hammock and because whenever you do it, it's at night, so he'll cuddle you to sleep while you wear his shirt.

Alrighty yallllllllllllllllllll heres another Minho related post. I'm on such a roll omg. By the way I see your guys requests and I'm working on them I promise!! I just have an insane amount of school work I need to do but trust I will get to everything.

anyways, this was so fun to write, thank you for the request!! I hope you liked it

[armysantiny]

-[minho; soft bf headcanon

P: Minho x gender neutral reader | G: fluff, headcanon | Inc: getting together, playful teasing/pranks, soft domesticity, waking up together, cooking together, nicknames, mention of a situation-ship, the members being fed up with the both you (affectionately), I wrote this for me/j | Wc: 718 | W: none i think| R: G

This headcanon is just me fulfilling my own delusions, let’s get that out of the way first/hj

Fun fact this was also written at work :D

Minho is very much an affectionate tease; he absolutely loves the playful little dynamic the both of you have got going on

Always feels like there’s an inside joke for just the two of you to share

If it’s not playful teasing, then it’s the softest domesticity in the world and I stand by this

Cuddling on the sofa after the two of you get home and wordlessly deciding on what to watch

Gentle touches on the small of your back when he walks past

Especially when you’re cooking together, and he needs to grab something from the cupboard

Waking up in the morning and the affection is just pouring out of his eyes

Yk what I mean

The lazy smiles, the quiet “g’morning” followed by “no, no, we can stay in a little bit longer”

All the while the cats are using your legs as cushions

And hey if the cats love you then that’s it, he’s planning the wedding/hj

There is not a day that goes by where your name is not on this man’s lips

Every day without fail he finds a way to mention you in conversations with his friends

The members already have to hear this man singing your praises day in and day out

In fact, it was likely Chan that encouraged him to approach you in the first place, Minho at first just very content to admire you from a distance

Not that he wasn’t confident that you’d like him  

But that he’s a very, very, busy man with his idol career

And he wouldn’t want to force you to have to deal with the second-hand stress that clearly comes with dating an idol

Cue a montage of him coming to befriend you and slowly worming his way into your heart

Before you know it you also have a crush on this man

And somehow becomes a situation-ship?? Don’t ask me I don’t make the rules, I just write these things

You’re visiting him during practice with drinks and snacks for everyone, engaging with the other members and they love you

All the more reason for Minho to fall further and further in love with you

You’re sweet, care for him and love being around the important people in his life?? Just what did he do to deserve you—

The whatever-it-is between you doesn’t get defined for a while, but you’re both content atm

Bixby play I Like It/j

One day he slips and calls you his lover, but he says it with the upmost conviction

The man means it, I tell you

When you find out, from one of the kids (who said that—) you tease him with a “we’re lovers now are we?”

Which is exactly the moment you understand why a shy Minho is an adorable Minho

“If, well- you know…I think it fits.”

“I do too.” And he pulls you into one of those tight hugs where you can feel his heartbeat and good lord it’s doing double time

If somehow, he wasn’t already doing it before, Minho is now calling you nothing else but every fond pet name under the sun that he associates with you

Uses some of the odder pet names when he wants to hear you snort with laughter

“Hey there, kitten,” and the two of you are snickering bc neither of you can take that one seriously

Your collective friend groups roll their eyes when the two of you team up to cause chaos

Casually pulling harmless pranks on everyone who’s game

Oh, and he holds your hand. All the time. Absolutely everywhere

His hand kinda just seeks yours out on its own sometimes lmao

There’s just something about that shared warmth every time that he loves

That and he thinks it’s cute when you drag him around to show him something when you’re out on a date

Makes a huge fuss out of being taken somewhere and yet he’s willingly looking up the directions and driving the car, admonishing you for even suggesting that he doesn’t have to.

Excuse me will you accept his acts of service or what?? Let him love you dammit/lh

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Minho Breakup Headcanons

Glade Edition, Fem!Reader, SFW

Breakup was kinda mutual

He was starting to take you for granted so you lost feelings

The whole thing just went cold

You initiated the break up & once you left he finally fully realized how much he fucked up

He goes total ghost mode

People hardly hear from or see him

“Have you seen Minho recently?” “I haven’t seen him in like, 2 days,” “Well that’s better than me I haven’t seen him in 3”

Waits outside the Maze for the doors to open every morning

Doesn’t come back until the doors are almost closed at night

Then heads straight to his hut

Where he doesn’t leave until the next morning

Rinse & repeat

That's how he deals with his feelings; working himself to death

“You sure you don’t want to take a break, Minho?” “No I’m fine,” “We’ve been staring at the same section on the map for like 3 hours. I think we can pack it up for tonight” “Fine, if you’re not gonna help me, I’ll just do it myself”

Dissociates at bonfires, just sitting motionless staring into the flames

Doesn’t wanna drink, doesn’t think it’ll help

When he sees you around the Glade he feels like he can’t breathe

Like a rock’s been dropped on his chest

Gets physical therapy from the med-jacks because his legs are just. so. sore.

He literally takes 0 breaks so he constantly has shin splints and shooting pains

When the med-jacks massage his legs, for whatever reason, that’s the only time he can cry

Something about the pain being released in his legs

He can finally let it out

Apologizes profusely to them

They agree to keep his secret

Constantly zones out

Just sits there with a blank expression on his face

Replaying all the interactions with you he wish he would have reacted differently to

“MINHO!” “What?!” “I’ve been telling you a story for like 3 minutes; did you not hear a shuckin’ word?” “Sorry, sorry; what did you say?”

Really low appetite

Newt brings food to his hut and doesn’t leave until he at least eats something

Can’t really sleep, just stares at the ceiling for hours

Exhausted but restless at the same time

Has like, designer eye bags

Like they’re dark purple and he just looks awful all the time

One day you finally move on and he sees you kiss another guy at a bonfire

Immediately marches up to Gally and asks for the strongest drink he has

Downs the bottle straight away

Gets weirdly giggly and happy-seeming when the alcohol hits

His friends are all concerned bc obviously that’s not right

Its the 1st time he’s been drunk since the breakup

Finally after he almost falls into the fire, they carry him back to his hut

He flops on his bed, head pounding & room spinning

And all the sudden

All the feelings rush in

The alcohol didn’t get rid of them; it amplified them

He just sobs in his friends arms for a minute

“I really fucked up. I lost her. And now she’s with him and she’s not coming back” “I know Minho. You gotta move on. You’ll be ok” “I just- I really fuckin miss her”

[catiuskaa]

sway with me —bf!minho thoughts.

A/N: the bf!thoughts series is finished! I’m so happy I could finish it. I had so much fun coming up with these lil scenarios. Feel free to check them all out, they’re all linked in my masterlist!

(because everyone loved chan's edition so much and it's really easy to get ot8 brainrot for headcanons and because i love my little bunny boy minho~!)

(this ended up being longer than expected lol)

minho, who’s been training all afternoon inside the company’s practice room. He feels sweaty as he pants, laying on the floor.

minho, who’s so comfortable resting on the wooden floor that doesn’t even bother to open his eyes when the door creaks open, a known silhouette entering with small steps.

minho, who can’t stop a small smile that creeps from the deepest parts of his body when he hears your soft tone of voice call his name, almost in a whisper. “Minho, baby? Are you awake?” For a moment, he pretends to be asleep, and relaxes his body, feeling you move closer to him.

minho, who snickers before lauching his body over yours, rolling on the floor with your body pressed tightly against his, and then stops, smiling from all your giggling when he pins you down.

minho, who gently lowers his head and stays right above yours, almost tempting you to move when he boops your nose with his, then tenderly leaves a shy kiss on your forehead.

minho, who gets too shy after that display of affection that he grins slyly, abruptly letting all his weight on you.

minho, who teasingly refuses to move from on top of you, a childish mockery that you cherish because of how sappy and cute he looks when he wiggles his eyebrows and raises his tone of voice, just like a toddler.

minho, who blushes furiously after you enticingly start peppering his face with kisses, unconciously leaning for more, but then, he reminded himself where you both were.

minho, who quickly rushes back to his feet as you cackle, still on the floor. “Yeah. Reeeeeeally funny.” He mumbles, not being able to cover his red-tinted cheeks or his flustered smile.

minho, who says he has to finish his training. “just one more time, jagi.” He claims, lying through his teeth.

minho, who only wants to dance again because he loves to feel your stare on him as his body moves to the music, smirking at you through the mirror when your cheeks turn slightly pink.

minho, who grins like a fool when you recognize the song and stand up from the sofa, cheeky as you laugh and state that you know this dance better than he does.

minho, who lets you have the spotlight as you laugh, making up moves as you dance, letting the rythm and the melody guide your way.

minnho, who loves to see you dancing anytime, not only because of how good your skills may or may not be, but because how cheerful you look.

minho, who finishes practice and gets home with you with a big smile on his face despite how draining training can get sometimes.

minho, who thinks the best part of the day is when he comes out of the shower and you smile at him, moving your paperwork somewhere else as you start heating up dinner for both of you.

minho, who backhugs you and moves his hand from your waist to underneath your shirt, a move not overly sexual coming from him, but rather one that makes your heart flutter.

minho, who slowly sways your body as he humms, happy that you like dancing and cooking with him, but even happier that you are here with him.

(aish it got so fluffy i almost cried abkdbakdjakd so cute i love minho ajdjajdjkadka —more incomprehensible sounds from cuteness overload—)

[cheezecakeee]

[minleeeknow]

# 𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨 #

☆ a/n : this is my first ever post ! i love minho sm <3

☆ tags : fluff , bf!minho , leeknow , leeknow headcanons , skz

☆ warnings : none , fluff

𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨

♡ overprotective , possessive

♡ lets you fall asleep on his chest or shoulder

♡ cooks for you all the time , especially when you're studying all night

♡ pouts cutely when he doesn't get what he wants

♡ uses every possible chance to tease you , loves seeing you frustrated bc of his teasing

♡ loves playfully fighting w you bc he knows he will win anyways

♡ can always tell when smth is off && when you're upset , worries abt you

♡ gets nervous and self-conscious when ppl compliment you as a couple

♡ loves seeing you in his clothes , like his sweatshirts etc

♡ steals your food && your things

♡ little physical touch but he puts up w it bc he knows you love it

♡ calls you "kitten"

♡ caring && supportive

♡ lots && lots of duality , my this man can be so cute yet so hot at the same time

♡ forehead , nose , && regular kisses

♡ when he does enjoy physical touch , he rlly gets into it

[scorchedmazes]

tw // arachnophobia

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ok but small headcanon/imagine:

-minho has arachnophobia (grievers look like spiders and they’re way too similar for minho’s liking)

-nobody else knows until one day gally decides to pull a prank on minho by placing a fairly large spider beside him (ofc not trying to scare him, just prank him)

-minho tries his best to play it cool but once it crawls on him, he FREAKS out (runs into his cabin, borderline hyperventilating, etc.)

-ofc everyone is like “wtf is wrong with him” and thomas goes to his cabin to check on him

-minho finally breaks down to thomas and thomas is more than understanding

-nobody mentions it again (but anytime there’s a spider near minho, gally is the one that takes care of it)

[self-indulgent-fics]

in need of college au tmr headcanons

does anyone here have any college au tmr headcanons or fics? pls recommend something because i'm struggling finding headcanons here on tumblr rn ;u;

[sunnibearr]

stray kids — valentine's day flowers for you!

note: it's past midnight for me but i still really wanted to post this so here you go!! happy valentine's day from me and stray kids, i hope you enjoy their flowers! photos from pinterest

CHAN → chan is a classic guy but he is romantic nevertheless. he's just as cheesy as the people in the romcoms you two watch - maybe that's where he gets his ideas when it comes to valentine's day gifts. you get surprised with a similar bouquet of pretty red roses and a little note every year, yet somehow it always feels as if it's the first time all over again.

MINHO → minho knows your favourite flowers and always sticks to them. maybe he'll play around with the colours or the way they're arranged but usually he just goes with the ones he knows you adore. there's always a personalised note attached to them alongside a new photo of the cats, he knows you love them just as much as he does so he makes sure to pick a new photo that he knows you don't have every year.

CHANGBIN → he's a bit lost sometimes but he's trying his best. he knows your favourite flowers, except he doesn't know what that means. once he asked a florist for help and they laughed at him because "chris-ye-mum" isn't a real thing but he insists that that's exactly what you told him. that doesn't matter though because every year since you've been together, you have a sweet surprise of which flowers will be in your bouquet because it's never the same ones as the year before.

HYUNJIN → you are no stranger to hwang hyunjin's romantic side, he's always taking you out on dates and buying you flowers so valentine's day is no different - except it is. everything is scaled up. from bigger flowers and teddies to longer, tear wrenching letters that he has hand written just for you. hand picked flowers amidst a bouquet from your favourite florist shop. you are dating the world's most romantic guy and he'll never let you forget it.

JISUNG → jisung may be a bit silly and goofy at times, and he may have forgotten to get you flowers for valentine's day once or twice (or many) but that doesn't mean he's not trying. once he gets his head on straight he'll go out and buy you the nicest flowers he can scavenge, often mixing multiple different types of flowers he finds to make one big, beautiful bouquet just for you. he may not give you a had written love note but he will give you a box of chocolates to share!

FELIX → felix is always so sweet and thoughtful, so when it comes to valentine's day he has it all planned out days before. he has made a banner that he puts up in the kitchen and bakes you your favourite cake alongside a homemade meal with the help of minho. he has pretty flowers in the middle of the table and mood lighting candles surrounding the vase - there is no one that does it like lee felix.

SEUNGMIN → seungmin often seems indifferent to the lovey-dovey aspect of the holiday but he does enjoy spending time with you. so he makes sure to dress up nicely and take you out, maybe buy a particular bouquet of flowers that caught your attention just a bit more than all the others did and he does so with a smile because the shimmer in your eyes when you look at him as he holds the flowers is everything he needs to feel alive.

JEONGIN → a lot of people think that jeongin is inexperienced when it comes to relationships and valentine's day, however, he always brings you the prettiest flowers you could imagine. always knows when your favourite flower has changed so that he can get them in your favourite colours - and he has never once been wrong or out of date. he puts in the utmost care when he picks out the bouquets, makes sure that the meanings behind them are just as beautiful as the actual flowers.

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All the times you fell in love with Minho

Pairing: Minho/Lee Know x fem!reader

Word Count: 3670

Summary: Falling for Minho has happened in small stages and some moments stuck out: helping you learn Korean, picking you up when it rains, or showing you around his hometown, and many more.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, slight angst, soft!minho, friends to lovers

A/N: This is just a collection of short "stories" that I might conclude to a fiction, filling the gaps one day. I hope you enjoy it!😊~Moon🌙

You can't exactly pinpoint the moment you knew that Minho was the one. It got lost in a blur of memories, loads of emotions, and incredible moments spent together for years. If someone would ask you what made you fall in love with him, though, you could think of a few moments…

One

It's already getting dark outside as you walk down the street next to your best friend. You shove your hands into your pockets and exhale softly, watching your breath dance through the air. "I can't wait to be back home." 

"Why are you suddenly in such a rush?" he asks confused. After all, you have wanted to go for a walk tonight. "I thought you liked this?" 

"I do," you clarify, laughing. "It's just getting really cold, and I miss my blanket." 

"Unbelievable," he teases you and gently pokes your side. "I thought we were getting dinner," he pouts. 

"We can still do that…on our way home?" you suggest, and he rolls his eyes at you. 

"Fine," he sighs dramatically and gently bumps his shoulder against yours as it starts to rain very gently. "You'll start melting now?" 

"You're an idiot," you groan, and he smirks, satisfied that he pissed you off. 

"Not really, you're just being ridiculous," he tells you, and you're about to protest when suddenly he stops walking. His whole expression changes, eyes lightening up and a wide smile covering his lips. "Hii," he says softly and crouches down. You frown softly and only now realize the cat strolling towards Minho. You stare at him as he scratches its head and talks to it in a voice you've only heard him do around children before. 

"Min, what if it's sick?" you ask worriedly, and he rolls his eyes with a soft groan. 

"Y/N, not everything outside of your flat is a danger, alright?" he reminds you before looking down at the cat again. "I mean, how could you be, huh? Such a sweet little baby," he cooes, and you have to bite back a laugh at how his whole demeanor changes. Cute. 

Two 

A frustrated groan leaves your lips staring at the page in front of you. It's been a few months since you moved here and your Korean was getting better, but you still needed to learn a lot. Your friend Felix knew the struggle and tried to help you out, as well as Chan since they were able to talk English with you in case you didn't understand. You were a quick learner, but this was taking a toll on you, and you've found yourself frustrated very often. You look up as Minho strolls into the kitchen and grabs himself a drink from the fridge. You flash him a kind smile, and he gives you one back before coming over. The thing with Minho was that your Korean needed work, and his English did. You two always tried to communicate but had to focus really hard to do so. Chan and Felix both pushed you to learn from each other often, and you were starting to get along much better than in the beginning. 

"Are you studying?" he asks you, switching to English and you nod tiredly. He looks at you and squints his eyes for a moment. "I can help?" 

"Yes, please," you answer, and he nods relieved as you answer in his language. "I don't know how to pronounce that," you say and point at the line in question. 

Minho gets himself a chair and sits down next to you, reading through the page before humming softly. He reads it out loud for you, and you try to repeat it. He chuckles at your first attempt, and you smack his arm in protest. 

"Hey, that's not nice!" you laugh. 

He grins. "My mistake," he says with a very adorable accent that makes you smile involuntarily. He lets you repeat word for word and becomes very patient with you. You feel at ease now, listening to his soft voice making sense of your chaos. When Chan and Felix get back from the company and see you two sticking your heads together over your book, they exchange a knowing grin and give you some privacy. 

Three

Minho glances at you as you look down at your phone, seeming a little sad. He gently nudges your side and tilts his head at you. "Hey, you're okay?" 

"Yeah, I'm okay," you nod, but he's not convinced. "I just miss home sometimes, you know? I love it here, I do, my job is amazing, and I can spend time with you guys all the time…but sometimes I miss home." 

Minho nods understandingly; he knows how it can get. "What do you miss the most?" 

"Right now?" you ask, and he nods. "That might sound stupid but my mum's cooking." 

"That doesn't sound stupid at all," he assures you. "My mum lives an hour away, and still, I miss it all the time." 

You giggle softly and shake your head at him. "I can't cook for shit; otherwise I'd solve the problem that way." 

Minho frowns at you. "Hello? You have a foive star Michelin here," he says, imitating Felix's accent and deep voice. "Tell me what you want, and I'll figure it out." 

"You're being serious?" you ask amused, and he frowns at you, almost offended. You know he can cook, but you didn't expect that. "Wait, really?" 

"For someone as smart as you you're surprisingly dumb sometimes," he tells you with a kind smile and pats your head, like you've seen him doing it with his cats before. "Don't worry, kitten, I got you." 

You search his eyes, and your heart warms at the thought of him cooking for you. "Okay," you say gently and send him your mother's recipe. 

Minho reads through it before jumping up. "Huh, easy as cake," he grins. 

"As pie," you say. 

"What?" he asks, irritated. 

"As easy as pie, Min," you clarify, and he pulls a grimace. 

"Correcting me even when I'm doing you a favor," he scolds you fondly.

"Hey, you told me to," you giggle. 

Minho opens the fridge and waves you off, taking out some ingredients. He meets your eyes across the room and smirks. "Cooking like a chef." 

"Shut up."

Four

You curse quietly to yourself as you look outside and see the rain pouring down on the streets, thunder rumbling through the air. Of course, you forgot your damn umbrella today. You never did, and somehow you managed to do so the first time in ages you could actually use it. Once you're done handling all the things for the upcoming tour of your friends, you push yourself up and pack your things. You'd be soaked the minute you stepped outside. 

In the elevator, you once more check your bag but still can't find your umbrella. You give up sighing and walk towards the exit, frowning as you spot Minho. "What are you doing here?" 

"Hello to you too," he says and you fight back the urge to roll your eyes. 

"I thought you had dance practice," you tell him, confused. 

"Why would they need me?" he asks jokingly.

"You're the main dancer, genius," you snort. 

"Totally overrated," he waves you off. 

"Seriously, why are you here?" you ask, laughing. 

"Why? Would you prefer I'm somewhere else? Am I bothering you?" he asks, pouting. 

"What? No," you laugh and shake your head. 

"Sure sounds like it," he says before grinning. "When you came here, I promised Felix to take care of his friend. Since we all know you're made of sugar, I'm here to make sure you'll reach home in one piece." You blink at him, confused. "It's raining, and you'll simply dissolve, won't you?" 

"Idiot," you giggle. 

"Well, come on now, I have a dance practice to get back to. I'm the main dancer, after all," he tells you and earns a playful punch in the arm for it. Minho grins and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you against him as he opens the umbrella and steps outside with you. You smile at the feeling of his body next to yours as he makes sure you're not getting wet. 

"Thank you for picking me up," you tell him gently. 

"I saw you forgot your umbrella," he tells you and smiles softly. "You're too young to die, dear, I had to come and get you." 

"Will you stop?" you laugh and pinch his side, making him squeak in surprise. 

"Stop this, or I might reconsider," he jokingly threatens. 

"You'd abandon me just like that?" you ask, covering your mouth in fake shock. 

"You? Never," he winks at you, and you quickly look away, feeling yourself blush. Gosh, not again. 

"You're a real gentleman, thank you very much," you say sarcastically, and a genuine laugh falls from his lips. You can't help but laugh as well, loving the sound of his sweet, happy giggles. 

Five

You nervously fidget with your hands as you get closer to Minho's bedroom door. Only five minutes ago it had seemed like a fun idea to actually learn a dance of theirs for once as Felix had so often teased you about. You used to love dancing growing up but haven't done it in a while. Chan suggested that you ask Minho for help, after all, he was their main dancer. You've watched him work quite often by now, knowing his ways to make things simple for his friends. Somehow, the thought intimidated you a little because Minho was amazing at dancing. You could only embarrass yourself, right? You give yourself a push and gently knock on his door. 

Only a few seconds later, he's at the door, opening it and looking at you surprised. "Y/N? Do you need anything?" 

"Maybe?" you chuckle and awkwardly look at him, not knowing how to say it. 

Minho squints his eyes at you before taking your hand and pulling you into his room, closing the door again. "What did you do?" 

"What?" you ask, laughing nervously. 

"Did you break something? Did you mix colors doing the laundry again and ruin another of Changbin's expensive shirts?" he asks, and you start laughing at him. 

"No, Min, please," you giggle and search his eyes. "I wanted to ask you for a favor, actually." 

"Go on," he nods and leans against his desk, gently blowing a strand of his hair out of his face. 

"I've been joking with Felix and Chan about learning a dance of yours," you tell him, and he looks at you curiously. "Channie suggested I'd ask you for help." 

"Any particular reason for it?" he asks, interested. 

"Boredom?" you shrug, and he chuckles softly. "I used to dance when I was younger, but I haven't done it in ages, so…I could use some help." 

He smiles gently, unable to hide his excitement about you coming to ask him for help. "When do you want to start?" 

"Right now?" you ask before quickly shaking your head. "If you have time. If not, we don't have to and-."

"Of course, I have time for you," he tells you with a genuine smile that makes your heart flutter a little. 

Only shortly after you find yourself in the practice room with him, a little intimidated by the huge mirror wall in front of you. Minho follows your eyes and contorts his face. "I hate them too, once you know the dance they're simply distracting." 

You chuckle softly and watch him as he starts talking you through the steps. Following his instructions is easy, he simplifies everything for you with silly metaphors that make you laugh. At one point, you can't quite follow his movement anymore, and he steps behind you, gently taking your wrist. 

"Here, like this. Twist it gently against your head and twirl your fingers to a fist as you do," he tells you and moves his leg between yours. "A little further apart," he says before his hand lingers over your lower back and corrects your posture. Your breath hitches as his fingertips brush against your skin as he tucks a loose hairstrand behind your ear. "Try again," he says quietly, and you repeat the last few steps he has shown you. He tilts his head at you softly as he watches you with trained eyes. You're not quite sure why he's smiling to himself until he speaks up again. "Very well, Y/N, you'd fit right in." 

"Stop it," you say, blushing softly at his clearly impressed expression. 

"I mean it. You're better than you think you are," he tells you kindly. 

Six 

"Oh! And just down here, I used to go after school when I didn't want to go back home already," he tells you, pointing down the street. "I used to play games there all afternoon with my friends." 

"What about your homework?" you tease him. 

"Overrated," he rolls his eyes. "I did that hidden beneath the blanket with my flashlight later." 

You giggle at the thought of a small Minho hiding beneath his blanket and doing his homework in secret. "Such a good student, huh?" 

"I was okay," he shrugs and thinks for a moment. "You're hungry?" 

"A little, yes," you nod and giggle as his eyes brighten up. "Let me guess, you know a place." 

"Hey," he says softly and looks almost a little timid. "I thought you wanted to see the places I grew up around." 

You gently wrap your arms around him, standing next to him, and smirk at him. "I still do. I just think you're adorable." 

"I'm what now?" he asks offended but you see the blush rising in his cheeks. 

"You're adorable, Min," you tell him again, and he glances at you nervously. "I love how excited you get over small things sometimes." 

"Hey, I have a reputation," he mumbles, only half-heartedly protesting. 

"I know you better than that," you chuckle, and he squirms a little in your arms. "Lead the way, handsome." 

"Handsome?" he whispers, and his eyes widen. 

You giggle at him and poke his cheek lovingly. "Chan was right, you really suck at taking compliments," you say and let go of him.

"He didn't say that!" Minho protests loudly, and his eyes widen as you simply nod. "Chan hyung, you little -."

"Don't," you scold him, and he rolls his eyes. 

"He's not here, you know," he tells you. 

"And still, you call him hyung," you point out. 

"I'm being polite, some people were raised like that, you know?" he teases, and you stick your tongue out at him. "See? That's exactly what I mean." 

"So? Where to next?" you ask, and he points down another street. 

"Right there," he smiles and looks down as you take his hand. 

"Come on now, I'm hungry," you laugh at his puzzled look. 

"Right," he nods quickly and leads you down the street, loving how your hands fit together perfectly. 

Seven

Minho frowns softly as your name pops up on his screen. He grabs his phone and takes the call almost immediately. "What's up?" he asks. 

"Do you have time right now?" you ask shakily, and he sits up straight in his chair. 

"What's wrong?" he asks worriedly. 

"I'm just feeling sad," you tell him and sniffle softly. 

"Oh, dear, why's that?" he asks softly. 

"I miss home and I feel like I'm messing everything up lately. It's been raining for days, which only worsens my mood, and I'm having trouble sleeping," you explain quietly. 

Minho hums gently before frowning. "Chan's busy doing the live right now, and Felix is on some fashion event…but Chan should be done in twenty minutes. I'll tell him to call you and-." 

"Minho," you say, and he shuts up immediately. "I know they're busy."

"Yeah, right, you know our schedule better than we do," he giggles. 

"I wouldn't have called them if they weren't either," you say. 

"What?" he asks confused. 

"I wanted to talk to you and hear your voice, Min," you say timidly. 

His eyes widen at your confession, and he swallows hard. "Why me? They know you so much longer, and I'm sure they can help you out better." 

"I feel safe with you," you tell him, and he remains quiet for a very long moment. You start getting nervous, unsure if you've overstepped a line now. 

"I uhm, can I call you back? Something came up," he says, and you swallow hard. 

"Okay," you say quietly, but he has already ended the call. You anxiously put down your phone and stare out of the window. Had it been a mistake calling him for comfort? Did he feel like you were moving too fast in your friendship for that? 

Only twenty minutes later, Minho rings your doorbell repeatedly. You open the door and stare at him, surprised. "I brought some food, your favorite chocolate, and my mini projector to watch some movies. I also brought the blanket you always steal from me…which is kinda stupid since you have your own here," he says and frowns at himself at the last bit. "Will you let me in? I'm soaked and starting to feel a little cold," he whines. 

Only then you notice his wet hair and clothes, too focused on his soft eyes searching yours beforehand. "Why are you here?" you ask stunned as you let him inside. 

Minho looks at you in utter confusion and puts the things down on your kitchen table. "You said you were sad." 

"And that makes you risk getting sick?" you ask surprised, and hand him a towel for his hair. 

He quickly dries his hair a bit before putting the towel aside and tilting his head at you. "You said you feel safe with me…so why would I stay at home?" 

You stare at him before tears fill your eyes all over again. "I really don't deserve you," you press out, touched by his effort. 

Minho's face softens, and he pulls you into a warm hug. "You deserve only the best and so much more, beautiful," he says softly and smiles as you hold onto him tightly. He buries his face in your shoulder, smiling at the feeling of being needed. Needed by you. "I'm here now. You'll be okay," he promises, and you believe him. 

Eight 

You chuckle as Chan takes your hand and pulls you into the audience to get a good view of the stage. The rest of the kids follow you, and you all curiously wait for your friends to enter the stage. Felix told you it would be the first time they'd perform Taste live. You loved the song the moment you heard it for the first time and were really surprised by Minho's vocals as well. You giggle softly as Minho fools around with the audience before, opening his suit jacket and laughing at the supportive screams. "Such a tease," you say. 

Chan grins and hums softly. "Wouldn't expect any different," he nods, knowing damn well his friend only had eyes for you since he spotted you in the crowd. By now, everyone had picked up on the way you two gazed at each other, both thinking to be subtle. 

They start their performance, and you can't do anything else than stare at Minho. The suit fits him amazingly; the colors are complimenting his dark eyes and hair. His stage presence is undeniable, and you'd never get sick of watching him dance, doing what he loved. His beautiful angel voice rings in your ears, and suddenly, he's sinking to his knees, still singing effortlessly. You're making eye contact, and it hits you all over again how beautiful he is. Before you know it, he's on the floor, rolling his hips with his hand placed near his lap, and you can't deny the sparks shooting through your lower stomach. 

"Enjoying the view?" Chan teases you, and your eyes widen. 

"Huh?" you ask nervously and glance at him for a moment. "Felix being handsome is no news, Channie." 

"I wasn't talking about Felix," he chuckles and leans closer to you so you can hear him as the crowd goes wild. "I'm not talking about Hyunjin either." 

"Minho always looks good on stage," you say cautiously. 

"Only on stage?" he asks, and you turn to look at him. "I'm not blind, Y/N." 

You glance back on stage as Minho takes his ending position, panting softly and smirking succeedingly into the camera. "Would it be so bad if I liked him more than a friend?" you ask timidly. 

Chan gently wraps his arm around your shoulders. "Do you?" he asks, and all you can do is nod, swallowing hard at the confession. "I can tell you he'd love to hear that." 

"What?" you ask surprised. 

"Minho needs someone to show him how lovable he actually is. He'll never make the first move thinking you don't like him that way and too afraid to lose you," Chan tells you gently. "You have a very special place in his heart; he's just scared to show you." 

"Are you saying there's actually a chance he likes me back?" you ask quietly. 

"Not just a chance," he says before searching your eyes. "We have your back no matter what, and we'll always be there to support the two of you," he tells you and gently places his hands on your shoulders as Minho makes his way towards you. "You two deserve to be happy," he says softly and pushes you forward. 

You meet Minho's beautiful dark eyes and flash him a shy smile. "Hi."

"Hey," he smiles happily, eyes lightening up at the sight of you. 

"You looked beautiful up there," you say, and he blushes, smiling shyly.

"Yeah?" he asks sweetly. You've never called him beautiful before. 

"Can we talk?" you ask gently and reach out for his hand. 

Minho's face grows worried as he takes your hand, intertwining your fingers. "Is something wrong, kitten?" he asks. 

Gosh, you really loved this man. 

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i would LOVE to read your vision of boyfriend by dove cameron....... but w minsung x reader 😏

OH MARSYYYY marsyyyy ajdbkskfla youuu how dare youu take my sleep away from me like thisssss kabfoqbfoskj i barely got to 300 words and i was like “yup. there’s no fucking way i’m not writing this.” so @lyramundana @stayconnecteed, pasarla muy bien mis amores bskdbakd id a la iglesia después

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sum. gentlemen like them make for a better boyfriend, and minho and han will let you know as soon as you come over… they know first times pave the way for more.

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wc. 5.6k (me cago en todo mars)

cw. suggestive, smut! cursive: a lifestyle, the restaurant scene came out really high-class? fem!reader x dom!simp!minho x sub!needy!jisung, the reader is cheating on her boyfriend, so many things happen (praise, degradation, hair pulling, thigh riding, dry humping, oral fixation, marking, mild choking, corruption kink, use of pet names, accidental orgasm denial, oral (f rec.), begging, fingering (f&m rec.) dirty talk, overstim, mild bondage, unprotected piv sex [don't!<3], creampie, breeding kink, dacryphilia). holy shit this is nasty man, aftercare (mandatory) and just have fun lovelies <3<3<3

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Minho has to breathe in, slowly as he smiles, a cat-like grin that has already threatened many people’s hearts, grabbing Jisung’s wrist and pulling him a bit closer.

His company that night —his company forever, if anyone bothered to ask or wanted to know— doesn’t ask why, merely tilts his head, watching, waiting.

“Twelve o’clock. Red and white dress.”

It’s a mumble that the older man makes with his eyes half closed, yet he opens them again after a beat of silence. He grunts, a low, whispered voice, not daring to interrupt the shy flow of music in the fine restaurant, but still takes Han’s chin in his hand, gripping it softly and tilting it a bit further to his left.

“That’s more like one o’clock— oh.” Minho doesn’t dare voice nor even question the way blood rushes to the deepest parts of his body when Jisung licks his lips and stares back at him, lowering his hand with a gentle touch that sets his skin ablaze.

He can’t help but let his eyes trail towards your figure again. The dress you’re wearing, a mix of colours that gingerly combines with that of their own suits, that clings to your shape in a way that threatens his own sanity and the stability of their plan, the impulse of running to you head first wondering what the crash would feel like. He stops himself, and breathes in again, deeper this time in an attempt to stop wondering how the dress would look just a few floors over them, in their hotel room, preferably on the floor, and he finally does, catching the faint scent of Jisung’s new cologne.

Alone. It’s funny to him. Ridiculous, yes, because only a fool would leave such a beauty like you in a situation like that —on your own, waiting in boredom close to death, or even worse, resignation—, and he’s sure that if he were in your place, he would’ve left a while ago. Hell, if he ever pulled something like that, he’d allow for Jisung to choke him —in a non-sexual sense, at least for once—, but he can’t help feeling giddy at the empty sight of the chair in front of you. Almost as if you were waiting for them to get close, to take a seat. And then, maybe you’d smile. Like a little treat.

A cute gift.

The image makes him smirk as he licks his lips. Minho knows he’d wrap you up in a heartbeat.

“What do you think?” He ponders the question lowly, still waiting for the waiter as the restaurant prepares their table. The one next to you, of course.

Jisung’s eyes widen for a moment. “What do I think?”

He gulps, and Minho reels in the way his boyfriend is already blushing, the red dust on his cheeks making him think twice and wonder if he could afford having a little snack before properly taking you both as a dessert, and he can’t help but snicker, tonguing his cheek.

“What are the chances?”

Minho’s fingers stroke Jisung’s palm.

“Well, I did as we agreed. And now the plan follows, jagi. I’m sure you can play your part now, mmh?” His voice is sultry, low, and a whisper, one that deepens Han’s blush and darkens his eyes even further, making his breath hitch to Minho’s amusement. “As if you can’t do whatever you want with that pretty little mouth of yours.”

“Min—”

“Welcome.” The whispered whine that Jisung had been just about to say dies on his lips, as tragically —yet not quite as brutally— as the unfortunate and inopportune waiter in Minho’s head.

“Your party for two is ready. Come with me.”

Shrugging away the comment ‘with you here, no one’s coming’, Minho follows behind Han and nods his head after being pointed to his table.

White-collar thieves could have plenty of money and exotic pairs of jewelry. Take any gemstone, for example. In unknown eyes, it may seem flawlessly perfect, but that’s merely a refracted illusion. Its core, deep in there, remains a secret, and it’d take a good crack for it to be seen.

No, this couple had it clear. A thief could steal anything but achieve nothing. And as Minho sends his partner in crime a wink, and the plan finally starts, its gears already set in place, he knows that whatever the outcome of it might end up being, nothing would give a better reward than trying to steal you tonight.

And it all starts with a silly trip of his boyfriend’s foot.

Jisung’s hand saves him from ending head first against your thighs —did he really save himself, Minho wonders, because the thought sounded like heaven—, and he watches as the younger one rushes back up, an apologetic grin on his face that he had seen so many times before and still made him want to kneel in front of Jisung and worship him to death and beyond.

“Sorry,” Ji smiles, bashful, his little dimples showing. He pretends to cringe, an action only Minho can see through.

“Oh, no, don’t worry. Are you alright?” The genuine worry that slips through your tone softens the men.

“Of course. Yes.” Jisung chimes right back. “Such a kind lady.” He grins, pulling his hand in front of him.

Minho is just watching, and the feeling of witnessing such a moment nearly has him bulging in his tailored pants as shy little Jisung kisses the back of your hand.

He can’t believe how obsessed they both are with you, enthralled at the mere thought of having you closer, and he doesn’t care, needing more, more of your confused smile as you stare at his boyfriend, more of the gentle blush that creeps up to your cheeks, more of the way your hair is neatly tied up and away from your face, feeling the impulse to ruin you on the tip of his fingers.

“What’s a place like this doing, surrounding a beauty such as yours?” Minho smiles, taking a seat at his table. Calm. Mindful. With the plan in his head.

You chuckle so politely that it makes Minho fidget with his rings, a laugh so melodic that tickles his heart and warms his insides.

“I stay in this hotel.” Minho knows. He’s seen you before.

“Alone?” Jisung smiles, a bit cheeky, sitting and moving his chair at an angle, making it easier to keep the conversation going.

The way you sigh makes them both angry and giddy. They had seen your partner before, and they almost couldn’t believe their eyes, genuinely wondering what had the ugly man done to deserve such an angel. If it were for them, not for too long.

“Up until twenty minutes ago, I wasn’t, but…”

Crystal clear. They both can see the resignation in your eyes, and Minho can’t help but feel it trail up his skin, needing to do something about it immediately.

“I know it may seem too straightforward,” his mouth is dry and he can feel his ears turning red. “But I wouldn’t mind the extra company tonight. Right, jagi?”

The smile he shoots at Jisung is soft and sweet, feelings conveyed between layers and layers worth of things he hasn’t said yet. A comforting grin that Ji matches, holding his hand from below the table and giving it a light squeeze, catching it.

“Yes. It’d be a pity, using that wonderful dress on such a dull night.” His boyfriend turns to you, smiling widely. “Join us?”

God, yes. The squirm of satisfaction that threatens to leave past his lips has him fidgeting with his fingers, cracking his knuckles in an oh-so-giddy attempt to hide just how excited he is when he sees you stand up and grin sheepishly, moving your chair and settling on their table.

If one tried and overthinked it too much, it wouldn’t work. People tend to feel those kinds of things, the rush, the nervousness, the desperation. Not attractive on a stranger in the slightest. And Minho knows he’s one lucky bastard just getting to sit with you at the same table, sharing sentences with Jisung across the rounded table with just a blink and a cheeky stare through his lashes.

And as the night goes on, sneaky glances, touches, soft hands over yours, their eyes deep in colour, on you as you wine and dine, the white-collar thieves swiftly steal your heart for the night.

A fever dream. You find no other way to word it, how they get under your skin and into your head, how their cheeky antics keep getting you closer and closer in a way that almost baffles you. You can’t even think about that sad excuse of a boyfriend you have when Jisung’s hand brushes your arm again or when Minho’s eyes lock on yours, almost undressing you under his gaze.

You couldn’t call it a red flag. After all, their collars are pure white.

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Jisung can’t hold back any longer.

He opens the door to their hotel room for you, and in an unrestrained need, grabs your wrist and finally pulls you to him.

Minho smirks, closing the door with a thud by leaning on it, watching as his boyfriend ruins and smears your lipstick, giving it just a bit before he pulls him from the back of his shirt, tutting at him.

“Such a needy little slut, mmh? Couldn’t even wait for me?”

His hands thread on Jisung’s hair, pulling in a way that has him already on edge. Minho takes his blazer off under the eager eyes of his company, and also takes Ji’s red one, leaving both on the couch that sits in the corner of the room as he licks his lips and takes his hands to his boyfriend’s neck, kissing him deeply, hungrily, humming a snicker when he feels his cheeky little hands tugging and pulling on his white shirt.

“Brat.” He whispers on his lips. “We have to treat our guest first, don’t we, jagi?”

Heat pools on your lower belly, disarmed as the two gorgeous, disheveled men stare at you with a glow in their eyes so deep it could fuck you alone. Both stare at the other with a sly grin on their faces, the phrases they want to say hidden behind the opacity of their eyes, clouded in lust.

Cheekily, Minho grabs Jisung by his belt, speaking at mere inches away from his lips.

“Be a good boy and hang on the door the do not disturb sign, mmh?” His eyes trail from Han’s neck, reeling on his heavy breathing and how his big brown eyes flutter when his hand teases him, tickling his skin with a brush of his fingers, doing tender and slow motions, opening the lower buttons on his shirt and going down his happy trail.

Jisung only nods weakly, in a daze as Minho lets go of him, blinking slowly and letting out a playful chuckle when he teasingly smacks his ass as he makes his way to the door.

“Now, what do we have here?”

Your throat feels dry and you yearn for the moment in which you’ll finally drown in Minho’s lips. He can tell, approaching you slowly, his steps barely making a sound on the carpet below.

His hands brush away the few hairs that Ji got loose, his hand traveling from the shell of your ear to just a bit after your pulse point. “Such a beauty.” Your heart swoons as he whispers, something that sounds more for him than for you, which does nothing but worsen the situation below your dress.

Licking your lips, you watch as he leisurely sits on the edge of the bed, two fingers teasingly making a ‘come hither’ motion as he spreads his legs, making space for you between them, his tailored clothing hugging his lush thighs in a way that nearly makes you salivate.

“I won’t bite, gorgeous. Not unless you want me to,” he teases, his hands stroking your knees while he sits just a short step or two away from you.

The sentence not only makes you shiver in anticipation, but also makes a small part of you wonder if there could be anything you wouldn’t let these men do to you. Dare I say non-existent, the list seems to be pretty short, as you nibble on your lip and answer to how he pats his thigh, taking a seat.

“There we go.” He grins with a low hum, his hands traveling far past the fabric that covers your thighs, grabbing and kneading the skin under his grasp. “Wonder how long it has passed since you’ve been treated right.” He clicks his tongue. “We have to do something about it, don’t we, jagi?”

He’s talking to Jisung as if you weren’t there. As if they’re taking you, a pretty diamond gingerly falling into their white-gloved hands, and —make no mistake—, you’re letting them, and it’s the end of the story, because you’d be a fool not to.

Besides, it’s already too late to back down. You want this. You couldn’t care less of what happens to your boyfriend after he left and scurried back wherever, attempting to leave you with the burden of paying for everything again without having to deal with the consequences nor the guts to face you. He was going to have a fun time, arriving at your previously shared room and finding that your things had been already packed and you were no longer anywhere to be seen, leaving behind you not only the bill of the restaurant —both his and yours, and then the one you had with Minho and Jisung, of course, an autograph on the receipt and all— but of the entire week you had been abroad, for all the times he had been tricking you and pulling your leg.

Tonight, you weren’t just being stolen. You were being freed.

“What makes you tick? Mmh, gorgeous?” Minho gets you back from your mind, naughty hands traveling underneath your dress and playing with the back ends of your underwear.

He’s dying to kiss you, and he will —he will die trying and he’d be happy to do so—, and he can see it in your eyes that you want just as much, the dark of his reading yours with an ease that does nothing but aggravate the situation, knowing that if he were to kiss you as he had been thinking —ever since he and Jisung had seen you and your boyfriend— would cause you more things than neither you nor him could process, leaving both of your minds blank, wet, legs tangled with one another.

Minho cherishes the way you tremble in his grasp, feeling Jisung’s hands surprise you from behind, playing with the zipper of your white and red dress.

“Baby, you’re already grinding on my thigh.” It’s teasing, it’s a menace, and he fucking loves it, seeing how said sentence darkens both your and Han’s eyes. “What are you thinking, mmh? Want us to figure you out as we go?” He licks his timidly swollen lips, his hands traveling down your legs to take your heels off, discarding the red sole shoes by the end of the bed.

He kisses Jisung over your shoulder, and a moan leaves your lips when said motion —him moving forward, that is— makes him tense his thigh underneath you.

“Jagi, do me a favour.” He whispers on his boyfriend’s lips, next to your ear, as if he’s telling Han a secret you shouldn’t know —but you don’t care whether you should or shouldn’t. You’re already going to hell for cheating on that low-life you call a boyfriend. Could be the wine speaking, or how your pussy is already leaking, but if you’re going to hell, you’ll make it so that these fine gentlemen help you reach heaven first.

“Ladies first, okay? Let’s treat her how a princess deserves.”

Jisung’s eyes smile as he bites Minho’s lip, finally taking your dress off of you, lowering the zipper in a way that his hand strokes your skin as the dress goes further down, and doesn’t stop kissing him, even when his greedy hands take the dress off your shoulders, and travel forward, tickling you menacingly, from your belly to your chest, teasingly playing with the little bow that decorates your white bra before letting his fingers go further up your cleavage.

Minho’s hands move your hips against his thigh, starting to feel the wetness and warmth not only on the fabric between his leg and your sweet sweet core, but on his skin.

He chuckles, panting on your ear as Jisung’s lips hungrily travel to your back, kissing and scratching with his teeth. A man blinded crazy by lust, his hand finally reaching your neck.

The way the action makes you moan is almost obscene, your cheeks as red as Jisung’s forgotten blazer and trousers. His grasp, gingerly cold, as if the rest of his warmth was traveling to other parts of his body —parts you weren’t complaining to be feeling against your lower back—, was a little bit over your collarbone, and it drove you wild.

“Hyung—” It’s a whine so desperate that nearly has him crumbling apart. Jisung’s eyes are teary when Minho’s lock into the dark brown full of lust that they have turned to. Merely pecking his lips, Minho smiles.

“I’m going to eat you alive.” It’s a desperate groan, and his partner’s eyes only glow in a darker shimmer, as if he yearned for just that. “Go on, jagi. Have fun.”

Before you can expect it, Jisung lets out a moan, grabbing your waist and pulling you from Minho onto the bed. Your impending release gets ruined, and you whine, your hand unconsciously traveling to your face.

As the younger one hurriedly finishes taking your dress off of you, discarding it somewhere on the floor —a view that, later on, would make Minho grin cheekily— said gentleman moves and lays down next to you while his partner leaves hickeys all over your inner thighs.

Only pants, whines, and moans leave your lips, low and dimmed, overwhelmed by all that you’re feeling, hiding behind your hand. But they’re gentlemen, after all. Ever-so-observant, Minho’s smile is sweet when he takes your hand and interlinks your fingers.

“Beauty,” he calls, his voice sultry. “Are you familiar with the traffic light system?”

It takes a shy, confused shake from you for him to tut at his boyfriend, and Han stops his antics, licking his lips, his eyes glowing as he strokes your thighs, gingerly comforting you out of your daze.

“Like a traffic light, yeah? Green for when you want to keep going, yellow when you want to slow down, and red if you want to stop.” His hand softly moves, trailing soft motions on your cheek. “Don’t wait for us to ask. If we’re playing the figure-it-out game, I want to hear you moaning ‘green’ every single minute. Good?” You blush, nodding. “So. Colour?”

You give it a thought. You’ve brought up things like this before to your boyfriend. Things he shamed you for. Things you had been wanting to do for a while. And as you stare back at Minho, his eyes widen for a moment when he sees you smirking lightly.

To hell and heaven with it. It had been a close call before, back at the hotel’s restaurant. It’s stupid now, and you can’t believe you almost ran away back to your room and wasted such a divinely given chance like this one.

“Green.” You smile. “Figure me out better than I know myself.”

Jisung’s mind is completely foggy and hazy, his hands kneading your thighs, waiting, panting at your sudden forwardness. He can barely form a coherent thought, his mind consumed by the need to keep going until your taste is all that he knows.

You lift yourself, sitting on the bed, as the focus of the two men’s attention while your hand reaches for Jisung’s chin, and he’s dead. He’s gotta be, because as he moves to keep feeling your soft grasp on him, he swears he stops breathing.

“I’m going to kiss you.” It’s an announcement. Not quite a question but a warning, a narration of sorts. It keeps Minho waiting for a movement, something, whatever, anything to be able to follow what they had started, surprised by the newfound shimmer in your eyes.

And you can only confirm the whole chain of unbridled thoughts that haunt you —that you want to devour them with kisses, that you would let them eat you whole, unashamed, unrestrained, and overly needy— when, after closing your eyes, you erase any space that was between your lips and Jisung’s.

It’s not the butterflies in your stomach, but your own pulse rumbling in your ears, so loud that you think that either of the two men to whom you knew crystal clear that you were going to give yourself to tonight could hear it without making any sort of effort.

Nasty, desperate, wild. Jisung is gone, set on making any trace of red lush lipstick disappear from your lips. He starts kissing you more passionately, taking both of his hands to your nape, pulling on your hair in an attempt to get you even closer to him, the need for oxygen merely a necessity far less important than to keep kissing you and lick away your strawberry lipstick.

“This is crazy,” you pant, gasping for air.

“You make me crazy.”

He’s breathless, and he just can’t stop kissing you. Not when you’re giving yourself back to him with almost the same intensity, the raw need for more overperforming any sort of kissing skills that Jisung thought he had before. Matter of fact, he can’t think. Not when his hands travel from your waist, your skin like a canvas he’d die to keep marking, trailing a teasing path up your back, making you shiver until he finally undoes the barrier that keeps him from touching, and finally tasting —licking, spitting, marking, fondling, kissing, biting, better if it’s all at the same time— your breasts. He swiftly takes your bra off of you, as if it burns. It would’ve made you laugh, but as he cages you against the mattress the only thing you can do is moan.

Yes. Yes. Yes, More. Please. Don’t stop.

There’s a light bounce of the mattress when Minho takes a seat behind you, and Han whines when you leave his lips.

You’re a mess. There’s no other way to describe it, and Minho loves it. He loves how you’re in between Jisung and him. How you’re drooling and moaning, your head leaning against his shoulder as greedy little Hannie goes back to where he was heading before. He loves how you’re not holding back anymore, your right hand pulling on his boyfriend’s hair and your right one on his nape, gingerly playing with it as you squirm under the pleasure that Ji’s mouth brings you.

“Beauty,” Minho’s voice is impossibly low when he calls for you, pressing soft, tender kisses on your pulse point. You whine, a strained ‘yeah?’ that kills him. “How do we feel about this?”

You open your eyes, not really aware when you had closed them, and you look at Minho’s soft hands, his rings shimering under the room’s indirect light. It’s a lace, your fuzzy brain tells you. It has the words Dior written several times on it.

“G-green…” it’s a whine, it’s slurry, and it turns to a hitched breath when Han’s fingers slide inside you with ease, curling and thrusting until you can’t do anything else but moan and whine, trembling as you come, pleasure hitting you in waves.

You cling onto Minho like a rock, as much as you can, his body behind you stroking you in a way that makes you shiver while Ji helps you ride out your high.

“Look at him, princess.”

His tone is slightly mean, and you sigh, feeling his arms surround you.

“He came just from tasting you.”

You’re still a bit out, panting, but your eyes turn to him, whose head is leaning on your thigh. One of your hands moves to stroke his hair, and you grow hotter watching how he shudders for a second.

“He was grinding against the mattress. Like a little horny slut.”

It’s shameful. Minho’s tone is one for mocking. He’s… torturing him. And yet he looks like he might just come one more time from that alone.

“M-min…” Hannie whimpers, a slurred sound of pleasure.

“Oh, beauty. He even wants more.” Jisung’s eyes open, staring at you two from below, and he moans.

You blink, but slowly, you seem to get it. Or, if you asked Jisung, you were a godess sent straight-out from heaven.

“But can he… beg like a… a pretty slut?”

Minho nearly comes untouched at your tone. The way they’re already corrupting you, how you’re degrading Jisung already, watching how he’s unconciously grinding against the mattress again, overstimulating himself.

“Ngh, fuck… p-princess…” his hands travel to your thighs, clinging to them like a lifeline.

You’re unsure of what to do, because you know what to say, holding back for a second.

“Beauty,” Minho kisses your neck. “What’s that brain of you thinking, mmh?”

Your blush covers your whole face, and you smile, as if you’ve been caught on a white lie.

“I… want to, um. Want you to do to him what you did to me.”

Jisung freezes in his place. Minho’s eyes darken. “Keep talking, beauty. Spare no detail.”

Your shyness fades as you look at Ji’s face, reeling at how he moans softly, his body just a tiny bit spent, yet he’s paying close attention to you and your words, not wanting to stop even for a second. The intensity of his stare makes heat hit you, unexpected yet welcomed. 

And with hooded eyes and weak legs, you turn to face both Minho and Jisung, letting go of what you’re thinking without giving yourself the chance to second guess it. 

“I want you to finger him. While you fuck me. And then I want him to fuck me.” 

Perplexed. There are little to no words Minho can manage to say, if any. He knows that he’s a sentence away from losing himself completely to the sensation, your mind and body now completely under the control of the aphrodisiac that is their company and undivided attention, and the intense pleasure it induces. 

“Hyung.” Han’s eyes are teary, and he looks so pretty. 

Why would Minho resist?

He takes you by your wrists and pulls you towards him, kissing you in a way that makes your mind and body completely submissive and compliant. There it is. Minho is finally kissing you, claiming you with each stroke of his tongue. And now he holds no restraint, his hands exploring your body, his touch becoming more urgent and passionate with each moan that goes past your swollen, kissable lips. 

His body presses even harder against yours, pinning you against the mattress as he kisses you deeply, his lips and tongue tracing a path down your neck, his breath hot against your skin. Minho bites down gently on the sensitive skin of your collarbone, his hands gripping your hips, holding you in place as he continues his assault on your senses, his desire for you growing more and more intense.

He moans softly into the kiss, his hands wandering along your body, his touch hungry, as if he couldn't get enough of you —and he can’t, he’s well aware that you might be his last meal, and he’d be happy about it— grabbing and marking and touching all he can reach. He breaks the kiss briefly, his lips trailing down your jaw and neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against your sensitive skin as he pants heavily, his voice low and hoarse with desire.

"You're driving me crazy, beauty," he murmurs, his voice gravelly with lust. "Can't get enough."

“Minho, please,” you whine and beg, shivering when he stands on his knees, looking at you from above, a dark, nasty shimmer in his eyes. 

He pushes Jisung next to you, face down ass up, which only makes the latter moan, desperate to be touched again. 

“You know what, beauty?” Minho grins, mad, crazy, horny, and all of the above, as he takes back the Dior lace and softly moves your hands over your head, making a pretty bow on your wrists, almost as pretty as his needy princess. He’s thankful Jisung wanted to buy that perfume. 

“I’m going to fuck you. Because you want to, don’t you, beauty?” His snicker brings heat to your whole body, and it hits you where you’re restrained, Minho’s hands pinching and teasing all over your torso, watching you crumble and whimper underneath him. “And I’m going to make him come too. You two want to be used like little toys, and it’s just what I’m about to do.” 

He bends down to reach for the lube in the bedside table, but uses that opportunity to meanily bite your cheek. It feels warm under his tongue, the skin red, not only from the teasing bite but from how deep you’re blushing. 

Minho keeps talking while he slowly removes your ruined panties and Jisung’s soiled underwear. 

“I’ll fuck you so good, beauty. So good you won’t ever feel the same, if you fuck that scum you call a boyfriend. I’ll make you come so hard you won’t even remember his name.” 

You don’t know what happens first, but surely, Jisung and you start whining and moaning, panting as Minho fails to keep a steady pace on both of you, his thrusts irregular as pleasure takes hold of him. 

He’s reeling in pleasure, whispering into your ear in between moans and grunts how good you feel, how tight your pretty little pussy clenches around him, how you’re going to milk him dry as he keeps pouncing on you. “If y-you, ever, ever, ever doubt who you belong to…” he moans, watching you cry in pleasure, listening to Hannie’s slurred babbling, failing to get a good grip on the bed sheets. “Remember… that you can always come back… princess…”

After all, his duty as a thief wasn’t only stealing. He wasn’t going to complain when he’d kill for you to sit on his face. Just for starters. 

It doesn’t take long for Jisung to come on his own palm, shivering in pleasure, panting, but smiling at you, and —with his other hand— grabbing yours while you moan and whine and whimper, so close once again. 

T-too much— Don’t stop. Yes, yes, please!

Moaning so beautifully, Minho crumbles. His words are slurred as he whines, something about filling you up that makes you see stars as he somehow thrusts even deeper.

“There, there, ah… f-fuck, I can’t…” 

Dazed, fucked-out, drunk and lost in pleasure, you’re only able to let out louder sounds, tugging at your restraint as the Dior bow keeps you grounded, and Jisung’s now clean hand —you missed when that happened, yet you’re not bothered enough to question it— presses figure eights on your clit. And not even a minute later, you’re both gasping and moaning, and you throw your head back as he comes inside of you. 

It takes a moment for the three of you to move. For a minute, the world stops spinning, and you relish the warmth of his bodies, next and over you, your head still fuzzy with pleasure. 

You and Minho whine when he pulls out, and you shiver at the loss of heat over you and the emptiness inside you. Jisung is quick to fix the first one, softly moving your head over to his shoulder, and he leans his chin over yours. 

“Hey, princess.” He still has a red hue on his cheeks, but you’re pretty sure you’re matching, if not worse. 

You hum, weak, and he can’t help but giggle. His soft hands cradle your face, and he sighs, stroking your nose with his tenderly. 

“I’m really happy you joined us tonight.” 

And with the strength you have left, you merely move to kiss his palm, your eyes closed. They remain closed when Minho comes back, even when he softly moves your arms and links them behind his nape. 

Han heads into the bathroom first, making sure the water of the bathtub is warm enough before sliding inside, helping Minho put you down, leaning your head against Ji’s shoulder and in between his legs. 

You’re half asleep, but you smile when Minho’s hands stroke your legs. Your legs feel sore and you’re a blink away from the best sleep of your life, but first, the best night of your life makes sure to take care of you after all the fun. 

Two pairs of hands clean up the mess they turned you to, and you’re so happy to be taken care of as sweetly and as gently as they are doing, that you weakly peck Minho and Jisung’s lips. 

No words are needed, and Jisung hugs you from behind, pressing soft kisses on your shoulder blades. Minho links his hand with yours, fondly staring at the two of you before him. 

Thieves like Han and Minho are masters in their craft. With professional care, they dry your body, tender touches fully lulling you to sleep when Jisung grabs one of the discarded white-collared shirts and gingerly closes its buttons. Bathed, spent, and tired, they settle you in between them, with your back to Minho, and Jisung kisses his boyfriend’s hand, covering all of you with the bed’s blanket. 

Sure, maybe you didn’t do all that you wanted that night. But you don’t mind it. Warm, clean, and thoroughly satisfied, you’re fine with the need that hits you even after you wake up. You want to be theirs so much, and despite the estrangement, it’s a fact that doesn’t change —not even after it dawns on you that neither you nor them introduced themselves, and you don’t know their names.

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kats, who needs a high —infinite, even— dose of grass, stat.

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