#Xo Kitty

[sellyluna]

Sono bellissimi loro🤩😍

Come si fa a non shipparli?

E comunque questa scena mi aveva ricordato quella di Lara Jean e Peter sul campo di Lacrosse. Qui, Kitty e Min ho si trovano su un campo da basket, ma comunque ho visto delle analogie o dei richiami tra le due scene

XO, KITTY 2.08 "Sealed with a Kiss"

[dramaism]

So you're the pen pal? If he's Q, then you must be Min Ho. Of course, you are. I just wanted to tell you I'm coming back next year. That's great, Covey.

[withlovemark]

"the baby project"

warning(s): suggestive! angst! mentions of cheating, drinking, lots of cussing, minho can't communicate to save his relationship

pairing: exes to lovers minho x reader [requested]

words: 4.8k+

summary: he's a cheater. he broke up with you. and now he has the nerve to be the one mad at you? it's all bad! and the cherry on top is you're forced to be paired up with your cheating ex for a project worth 50% of your grade. what could possibly go wrong?...or...right???

au: for the sake of the story, everyone has been aged up to the legal drinking age in s.korea (19). no underaged drinking here! (if you do, pls be safe)

-

professor alex stumbles into the classroom clumsily, box in hand filled with life-like baby dolls, capturing everyone’s attention.

“ok class, today is the start of the baby project!,” he says excitedly, “you’ll be paired up in 2 of course, acting as the parents, please make sure to take care of your temporary child as this will account for 50% of your final grade,” he explains as the whole classroom groans in annoyance, this was either a pass or fail.

“professor-,” madison raises her hand, “can we pick our partners?,”

“of course,” he nods, everyone immediately scrambling to their usual partner, leaving you - partnerless.

you sigh, looking around the room for anyone who wasn’t paired up only to lock eyes with your ex, minho!, standing across the room. it made sense, you guys were usually the ones partnered up but right now you wanted nothing to do with him.  

‘you’ve got to be fucking kidding me’

“ok,” professor alex claps his hands, “everyone seems to have their partners, minho and y/n please stand next to each other,”

“no way i'm partnering with her!,” minho complains, his accent ringing in your ears making you want to vomit. 

“well, i don't want you as my partner either!,” you roll your eyes, arms crossed. 

“uhm, okay, well is anyone willing to switch?,” professor alex looks around the room as you and minho have a stare down, “no?,” the class is absolutely still. dae almost volunteers but before he could do so, yuri slaps his hand down, shaking her head no. 

“ok well i'm afraid you two either do this together or fail this class, the choice is yours.”

“now, each pair will get a stroller, a cradle, a baby bottle and a week's worth of diapers, please make sure all of this remains in pristine condition. for every cry that the baby makes, a point will be deducted to your grade…a voice recorder is installed in each baby to make sure you are following the rules of gentle parenting, so please everyone, take this very seriously, ” he advised. 

—

“this is so fucking stupid,” minho groans in annoyance as the two of you sat on the grass, having a picnic, fulfilling one of the baby’s needs – quality time.

“language,” you warn him.

“it’s a fucking doll, y/n,”

you scoff, you hate this as much as he does, “yeah a doll that has a voice recorder,” you remind him. 

“you really think they’re going to listen to a week’s footage of this shit,”

“can you just stop cursing?!,” he was getting on your last nerves, “you think you can do whatever you want with no consequences,” you mutter under your breath.

”what did you say?,”

”nothing,” you brush him off.

”no, say it…since you have so much to say anyways,” he grunts, waiting.

“huh…can’t say it to my face? you know this is exactly why i broke up with you, you just always have some bullshit to say,” he taunts, catching your attention, eyebrows furrowing. 

he has pushed your last buttons, if he wanted to hear what you had to say, then he’s going to hear it. 

"you never were good at this," you said quietly, voice biting. “you always wanted the easy way out, minho, that’s why you cheated right!…is that what you wanted to hear?,” you say angrily, tears threatening to spill. 

minho’s eyes darken at your words but before he could get a chance to reply the baby’s cries broke off the tension. 

"great," you scoff, gently grabbing the baby and rocking it back and forth. 

“i’ll go change her diaper,” you announce, quickly making your way back to your dorm room. you needed to get out of there fast, your own tears threatening to spill. 

minho watches your figure leave until you are completely gone. your words hit him harder than they should have. 

its true, he did pull away first. 

—

it's been two days since the park incident. you have been taking care of the baby all by yourself, getting more pissed off at minho with every second that passes. there were still four days left of this project but you were already at your wit’s end. 

it was so like him — to leave once it was getting hard. although, this might be a bit of projection on your end.

a knock makes it’s way to your door, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“what are you doing here?,” you ask, coming face to face with the devil himself.

“give me the baby,” minho commands. 

“what? no!”

“look y/n, this is my grade too ok and my voice hasn't been around her for a while,”

”weren't you the one who said they won't listen to it anyway”

”just give me the damn baby, i'll return her tomorrow”

“no”

”why not”

”i don't trust you!,” you admit, making him falter for a brief moment before the sound of the baby’s cries snaps him out of his haze.

“fine,” he gives in, pushing his way into your dorm.

”what are you doing?”

”i'm staying here, you can watch us all you want,” he says, walking over to the baby’s cradle, picking her up and rocking her back and forth, baby bottle in hand.

“whatever,” you scoff, walking past him and into your room, slamming your door shut. 

truth is, you needed his help. you swore that the baby was defected, crying over the littlest of noises. you took this opportunity to catch up on all your assignments, trying to ignore the boy that was currently in your living room.

-

minho inspects your place, finding everything exactly as it was before. it’s as if no time has passed and he’s suddenly back to those moments – sitting on the same tiny couch, ramen noodles in hand, binging your favorite tv shows, or when you would experiment with skin care together, laughter filling the space as you discovered some face masks were gentler than others. then there were those times when you would just lay together, head on his chest, talking about the future or other times when the tv’s sounds were drowned out by the sinful noises that escaped your lips. 

he can’t help but feel a pang of regret, realizing that the two of you had it all and somehow let it slip away.

he makes his way to your bedroom, gently knocking at your door. no response. he tries again. nothing. his annoyance beginning to creep through. 

slowly, he turns your doorknob, only to find you slumped at your desk, hair disheveled, breathing steady and slow – completely worn out and fallen asleep from exhaustion. 

he releases a sigh, making his way over to you and gently tapping on your shoulder, “y/n-,” he quietly calls out to you, afraid to startle you.

putting a stop to the light taps, you softly take his hand, murmuring, “-just five more minutes,” your mind clouded in a daze. the warmth of your touch stirs a wave of remorse in him, and for the first time since the break up, he realizes how much he has missed you. 

“this is really bad for your back, you know?,” he softly chides, carefully picking you up from your chair. you snuggle into his chest like it was second nature, sleep overtaking you. minho silently thanks the universe that you couldn't hear the rapid thumping of his heart. 

gently laying you down on your bed, he tucks you in carefully so as to not disturb your sleep. before he could go, your hands find his again, “don’t leave me,” you mumble in your sleep and it takes every ounce of his will to pull away.  

“i'll be back tomorrow,” he promises softly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before quietly slipping out of the room. 

it wasn’t until he was in the comfort of his own bed that he realized what he had done. slapping his forehead in frustration, he forced  himself to sleep and just deal with it tomorrow. 

–

“what happened to you?,” you spat, seeing the dark circles that had formed under his eyes and the pimple that he was currently sporting. 

“what?!”

you harshly poke his reddening pimple as he slapped your hand away, walking away and finding his spot at the couch next to your baby. 

he realizes you don’t remember anything about last night and the fact that he had already thought of a million excuses for his behavior to something you don’t even remember makes his blood boil, but this was for the better.

“how is she?,” he asks, leaving you confused by his sudden concern for your fake baby. 

you eye him suspiciously, “she’s fine, she didn’t cry at all last night,” you gasp in realization, rushing over to check if her battery was still in.

“what? what happened?,” he panicked at your sudden movement. 

you carefully inspect the baby, everything was still where it should be. minho scoffs, your actions dawning on him, “you really don’t trust me do you?”

“can you blame me?,” you shot back, “you’re not exactly the most trustworthy person in the room,” you jab at his character once more, causing his eyebrows to furrow in frustration. 

“she’s been crying nonstop for the past two days and suddenly you show up and not a single peep,” you continue explaining.

“well, maybe she just missed her dad, why would i kill our child like that?,” he mocks angrily, rolling his eyes. 

the baby starts crying again, snapping both of you out of the argument. each cry is a point deducted and you’re pretty sure you’ve been down 10 points now.  

you rushed over to tend to her, hands brushing against minho’s in the process as you reached for her at the same moment. 

quickly, you pull away, letting minho hold her as the two of you coo the fake baby, trying to get it to stop, “shhh its okay, mommy and daddy aren’t fighting, were just having a loud conversation,” minho talks to the doll like it truly had feelings and you can’t help but giggle at the sight. 

“what?,”

“this is absolutely ridiculous,” you laugh, the baby’s cries immediately stopping, “hey, it worked,” he says, sharing your smile. 

you cough, breaking eye contact as you sat down at the other end of your couch, “a-are you staying here for dinner?,”

“uhm,” he scratches the back of his head awkwardly, putting the baby down, “should i?,”

“i think she likes it better when we’re together,” you point to the baby. he nods, agreeing, “okay”

“okay,” you say, reaching out for your tv remote and switching it on.

“just three more days,” you mutter under your breath.

–

minho has fallen asleep on your couch, the show you were currently watching long forgotten as sleep took him away. 

after he had made the two of you dinner it felt wrong to just kick him out. 

instead, you watch the steady rise and fall of his chest as he occupies the same space he did before, almost like it was always meant to be reserved for him. you want so badly to just lay your head in the comfort of his chest and wrap your arms around him as you somehow fit together on this couch with absolutely no distance between you…just like before. but so much has happened since the last time you’ve felt that closeness.

as much as you miss having him around you can't shake the words he said to kitty out of your mind. 

you had gone there to surprise him, with the dish he’d been craving when you stumbled upon them in an empty classroom. the hushed conversation hung in the air, and the words - “i think i’ve fallen in love with you, a little bit...or a lot,” slipped from his lips, leaving you frozen in shock as you turned away, heartbroken. 

you can’t for the life of you figure out when he had developed those feelings for her, how he could so easily throw your relationship away or why he couldn’t just be honest with you. if he had then maybe you would have remained friends instead of whatever rivalry you've got going on right now. you shake the thoughts away, not wanting to dwell on it any longer. 

what’s done is done. 

instead, you grabbed a blanket and your star-shaped acne patches from your room. gently draping the blanket over him, you carefully apply the yellow patch to his cheek before turning the tv off. with a soft glance at him resting peacefully, you quietly slipped away. 

–

the sun greets through your window, waking minho up in the process. it takes him a while to realize he was still on your couch, taking notice of the blanket around his body and the star patch, his favorite, sitting prettily on his cheek.

his heart flutters at the thought of your care, excitement bubbling through him at the hope of becoming friends.

you exit your room, already dressed for the day, “morning,” you greet him, heading over to your kitchen to drink a glass of water. he clears his throat, “good morning,” he smiles.  

“i’m going out with yuri and juliana, you can stay here and watch the baby,” you say coldly before leaving your dorm room, leaving minho sitting there dumbfoundedly. 

–

you needed a girl’s day. something to get your mind out of the gutter. so you spent the whole day shopping your heart away, until the three of you found yourself in the middle of the new club.

this is actually what you needed – a drink, maybe two, maybe three. 

being paired up with your ex when there were still clearly a lot of unresolved feelings was the worst thing to happen to you. you are so going to leave a bad review for professor alex at the end of this term. 

“y/n, slow down,” yuri says, grabbing the shot glass away from you. 

“i just need to forget,” you whine, reaching out for the shot glass. 

“do you really think drinking will help you?,” yuri reprimands, “it’ll only make you forget tonight but then you’ll be back to square one tomorrow.” 

she was correct, of course she was, but you honestly don’t care. 

you brush her off, wandering off on your own, in search of another drink. you just need enough to make the pain go away, just enough to let loose and have fun for a bit and then you’ll go home. 

your phone rings in your pocket – minho. his contact picture that you have yet to change blurs your vision, it was a picture of you kissing his cheek, his smile grinning from ear to ear, eyes happily closed. you ignore it, shutting your phone off. you don’t want to think about his stupid face. 

–

it’s 1:00 AM and minho has been worried sick. it was so unlike you to be out this late. he has been trying to call you only to be left with your dial tone. kitty has come over to calm him down, helping him figure out where you could be.

“ok so, yuri said they went out to a club but she lost her,” kitty tells minho after getting off the call with yuri.

“lost her!?,”

“yeah, apparently y/n ran away from her after she stopped her from drinking, they’re not entirely sure where she is right now…she sent the address of the bar though,” kitty says, handing her phone to minho.

he immediately jumps up, rushing to your door when it suddenly swings opens. 

you stumble in, the smell of alcohol clinging to your clothes as your gaze sweeps across the dorm, landing on kitty who is standing right in the middle of the room, a dark laugh escapes you. 

life really had a twisted way of playing trick on you.

“where have you been?,” minho’s voice cuts through, drawing your attention. your laughter fades, leaving you caught in a mix of emotions, unsure whether to laugh or cry as the alcohol swirls in your system. 

who was he to ask in the first place? looking at you with concerned eyes like he actually fucking cared.

“that’s just fucking great isn’t?,” you spat, eyes brimming with tears, “just bring the girl you cheated with to your ex’s place,” you laugh bitterly, trying desperately to wipe away the tears that have spilled.

“cheated?,” you hear kitty chime in, confusion etched on her face. 

“what’d you guys do? fuck on my couch?,” you accusingly say, voice breaking as the tears continued to fall.

"enough." 

minho’s voice is firm as he steps toward kitty, gently taking her hand and leading her out of your dorm. "sorry about this , i’ll see you tomorrow," he tells her as they bid each other a goodbye, leaving the two of you standing there.

“what the fuck is your problem?,” he turns to you, fed up with your behavior. 

“you’re my problem!,” you shout, frustration and pain finally spilling over “you tell another girl you’re in love with her while being with me and you can’t even be fucking honest with me about it!,” you shout, breaking down completely. all the emotional turmoil of weeks of holding it in crashes over you.

“do you even know how much it hurt to hear you say you were in love with her?,” you confess, hiding your face in your hands, tears pouring uncontrollably. 

the baby cries for the umpteenth time and you can’t help but cry harder. you run to the safety of your room, slamming the door shut behind you. the sharp click of the lock resonates throughout the room, amplifying the weight of the moment.

minho finally put two and two together, the accusations of cheating making sense in a way that shatters him. his heart breaks at the realization that you have heard them that day in the classroom. 

with a heavy sigh, he walks over to the fake baby, gently trying to soothe her as he gathers his thoughts, heart heavy with regret as he hears your cries in the next room.

–

you push yourself off your bed, your head pounding, the memories from last night hitting you like a ton of bricks.

how could you have been so careless?

slowly, you get to your feet, grabbing clean clothes and making your way out of your room, determined to shower the remnants of the night away and clear your head.

but a figure in the kitchen stops you in your tracks.

“morning,” minho says, placing a glass of water and a pain reliever on the counter, pushing them in your direction. you nod in acknowledgment, walking over and accepting his offer, desperate to ease the throbbing in your head.

“we need to talk about last night,” he says, breaking the silence.

“after i shower,” you agreed, scurrying off and making your way towards your bathroom. your mind racing with the thought of what he had to say. perhaps, you took longer than usual, not at all ready for this conversation. 

–

you finally make your way back into your living room, freshly dressed, towel in hand and spot minho sitting on your couch, a plate of breakfast placed on your coffee table. he looks back at you, patting the space next to him, “you should eat first,” he says.

you eye him suspiciously, slowly making your way over to your side of the couch as he grabbed the towel out of your hand, using it to dry your wet hair. 

you quickly pull away, in shock, “what are you doing?”

“uhh, drying your hair, obviously” he replies, tone dripping with playful sarcasm. 

“why?,” you question. he was being unexpectedly sweet and now you’re racking your brain for a memory that may have gotten lost on you last night.

“why not?,” he teases and you’re too tired to argue any further. you sigh in defeat, letting him do what he wants, focusing instead on the breakfast in front of you, stomach grumbling at the realization of how hungry you actually were. 

minho continues to gently dry your hair as you sit with your back to him, hurriedly eating the food he made. 

for a moment it felt like how it did before, a pang of sadness washing over you. 

“i’ll say sorry to kitty,” you break the comfortable silence, pausing his movement.

“for?,” he asks. 

“what i said last night, i was drunk and it wasn’t nice of me,” you admit.

“okay,” he says.

“and sorry to you too,” you apologize, “it’s just…not easy for me y’know?,”

“i don’t know, actually, what’s not easy?,” 

you sigh in frustration. he sure wasn’t making this whole apology thing any easier.

“it’s not easy for me to see you two together,” you admit, “i’m gonna need some time to move on from this, it’s not like what we shared was nothing,” you pause, finishing your food.

“-and, plus you haven’t even apologized to me for cheating on me by the way,” you exhale, frustration slowly building at the reminder, as your thoughts continued to flow. 

“-then what? you break up with me for calling you out on your bullshit like really? you couldn’t just be a little more honest?,” you turn to face him, a mix of disbelief and annoyance in your eyes, trying to keep your emotions under control.

“-and now were here taking care of this fake baby,” you point at the baby sitting in her cradle sporting her evil smile, “who cries at everything, like god!, im so tired and so ready to give her back."

you sigh, slumping back onto the couch, “she’s made this whole thing a lot more difficult than it should be, it was supposed to be out of sight, out of mind,” you emphasized, “that was the plan...but now you’re here” you ramble. all the things you had planned to say in the shower spill out.

you were supposed to sound way more collected than this.

minho listens intently to every word you say, a warm grin slowly spreading across his face, “are you done?” he asks, his tone light.

“yeah,” you say, feeling a little deflated.

“ok, my turn,” he says cheekily. 

“first, thank you for saying sorry for last night,” he begins, “but i won’t apologize for cheating on you,” he continues, and before you could curse him out, he adds, “because i did not cheat on you.”

“oh c’mon, i heard you tell-,” 

“-kitty i was in love with her a little bit?,” he interrupts you, finishing your sentence. 

“or a lot?” you added. how could you forget the sentence that haunted you every night. 

“or a lot,” he nods, a knowing look in his eyes, “i was practicing and she was helping me” he admits. 

“practicing for what?,” you ask, confusion creeping in.

“for how i was going to tell you i was in love with you,” he admits, gaze locking with yours. your breath catches in your throat, the weight of his words sinking in. 

“what?,” you whisper, voice faltering at his confession. 

“i’m not done,” he says and you nod, encouraging him to keep going.  

“i am sorry for walking out, at the time i was too scared of my own feelings, i’ve never told anyone i was in love with them…,” he admits, “-so when you accused me of cheating, i got angry, i couldn’t believe you could think so little of me when i was thinking the world of you,” he says with a sad chuckle, finally clearing things up. 

“why didn’t you just tell me?,” you ask, your voice quiet. 

“because i thought this was too good to be true, every couple was destined to end why not just end it now?,” he shrugs, “i saw it with my parents, the way they switch partners like clothes, it was all i knew,” he adds shakily, “so when we started to fall apart, i just…let it happen, i thought well, that’s how relationships go, they crumble, and you move on to the next one,” his truths spill out of his lips. 

“-but then, this baby comes along and suddenly you were forced back into my life and i realized that i couldn’t—didn’t want to run anymore,” he continues, walls crumbling down.

“…i’m still in love with you and not even a little bit,” he confesses, eyes locked on yours.

“y/n, i love you… a lot,” he declares, his voice full of conviction, “to the point where i want to run with you and if ever you decide you want to stop or run ahead of me, i’ll be okay with knowing that i still was able to be a part of your journey,” he finishes.

go big or go home right?

you can’t help but regret how much miscommunication had taken away from you, tearing up from his confessions, he gently wipes away your tears before they had the chance to fall. 

“you’re so stupid,” you say before connecting your lips on his in a soft kiss.

“i love you too,” you whisper and in that moment, all his worries melt away. his overthinking mind quiets as it focuses solely on those three simple words.  

he pulls you back in, lips entangling once again. you feel him smile as he deepened the kiss, hand making its way to your waist, as your’s found its way to his long hair.

“god, i’ve missed you so much,” he grunts, moving down to kiss your neck. you moan as he finds your sensitive spot, making sure to leave a mark. 

you pull him closer towards you, needing more of him, when you see it — your baby looking straight at you. 

“minho-,” you call out to him. 

“yes, love,” he asks, still littering kisses on you. 

in any other moment, the use of the pet name would’ve sent butterflies all over your stomach but right now all you could focus on was the doll's lifeless eyes. 

“-she’s staring at us,” you whisper. 

he pauses his actions and you quickly dart your eyes to your baby, minho following your line of vision. 

“woah...we’re her eyes always that big?” he asks quietly, head tilting in observation. 

“maybe we should take this somewhere else?,” you mumble, remembering the recorder that was strapped onto the doll. 

minho playfully smirks at you before grabbing your hand and leading you to your bedroom, “wait-,” you stop him. 

carefully, you lift your baby from her cradle, quietly making your way to the bathroom and gently placing her in the bathtub, far away from the bedroom, wary that the voice recorder could pick up the sounds you knew you and minho were about to make. 

“add this too,” minho whispers, handing you a blanket, making sure the baby didn’t fuss, before quietly sneaking into your room. 

— 

you wake up to the pretty boy next to you, fingers lightly tracing the contours of his sharp features, down to his soft pink lips, "good morning," he murmurs, causing you to quickly pull your hand back.

he smiles, “it’s okay, i know i’m too good looking to only be stared at,” he teases, earning a playful slap on the chest from you, your sweet giggles ringing in his ear, this was the best way to wake up. 

“i love you,” he says sweetly and your heart stops, you’re not really sure you could get over the effect those words had on you. 

“i love you too,” you reply, causing a grin to automatically break out on your boyfriend’s face. 

he leans in towards you, ready to kiss you when a startled cry interrupts the moment. 

“ughhhh,” your boyfriend groans, “i’ll get her,” he says, grumpily stomping off into the bathroom to soothe your baby. 

—

“well, your baby cried a total of 19 times, that leaves you with 81%,” professor alex discloses, handing you your grade. 

“a B-!?,” you shriek in disappointment. the baby cried a lot, sure, but she didn’t cry that much. though you weren’t too sure about the time you left her in the bathtub 

“hey, i thought we were gonna fail so this is pretty damn good,” minho chimes in positively. 

“this is the lowest grade i’ve ever gotten,” you cry out, banging your head down your desk, minho quick to place his hand where your forehead is about to fall, ensuring a soft and gentle landing. 

you turn your head towards him, lips pouting and he can’t help but chuckle at your actions. 

professor alex made his rounds, telling everyone their grades, “okay class, please say goodbye to your baby, then gently place them back in the box,” he instructed. 

minho takes the baby out of your stroller as you bid your goodbyes, “we never gave her a name,” you point out. 

“pleasee,” he responds with a grin, “all my baby names are reserved for when we actually have kids.”

“you have baby names for our future kids?,” you say in shock. 

“you don’t?,” he says, almost disgusted. 

“well…i do,” you smile teasingly as he mirrors your expression. 

“ok goodbye baby, thanks for getting mommy and i back together,” minho says, dripping with enthusiasm. 

“bye baby, i will not miss you but thank you!,” you say before you placed her back in the box. 

walking out of the classroom, hand in hand.

-

an: they do not care about that baby lmaooo, had so much fun with this request! thank you for reading <3, pls tell me what you think!

[itsnesss]

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦 | minho (xo,kitty) × fem!reader

summary | after being temporarily assigned to share a room with minho, you navigate the awkwardness of the situation, only to discover a softer side of him when he’s vulnerable in his sleep

warnings | fluff, mild swearing, slight tension, vulnerability depicted

word count | 1.3 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

The sound of the door closing behind you echoed in the dimly lit room. You exhaled in frustration and dropped your bag to the floor, rubbing your temples. This day couldn't have been worse.

First, your professor had changed the deadline for your essay, giving you less time to finish it. Then, you had forgotten your jacket at the cafeteria, and by the time you went back for it, it was gone. And now… now you had to deal with this.

Sharing a room with Minho.

The worst part? It wasn’t even a mistake.

The girls’ dorms were completely full, and the only option the principal had given you was to temporarily share Minho’s room until another space opened up.

Temporarily.

Yeah, right. As if KISS was known for being efficient with their solutions.

You sighed and looked around. The room was in perfect order—too neat, actually. Minho’s bed was meticulously arranged, not a single object out of place. As if he didn’t even live here.

Except he did.

And soon, you would too.

"Perfect," you muttered to yourself, throwing yourself onto the couch on the other side of the room.

At least Minho wasn’t here.

That meant peace.

But, of course, the peace didn’t last.

Because just as you closed your eyes, the door swung open.

"What the hell are you doing in my room?"

You rolled your eyes before opening them.

There he was. Standing in the doorway, arms crossed, looking at you with sheer horror—like you were an intruder in his private castle.

"Nice welcome, Minho," you said sarcastically, not moving from the couch.

"You didn’t answer my question."

"Oh, sorry. Should I stand up and bow before I do?"

Minho rolled his eyes and stepped inside, dropping his bag on the desk.

"You're still not answering me."

You sighed and sat up slowly.

"The principal assigned me this room… for now. There’s no space in the girls’ dorms."

Minho blinked.

"No."

"It’s not like I had a choice."

"You *should* have said no."

"Oh, sure. As if I had another option."

Minho exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair.

"This cannot be happening."

"Trust me, I feel the same way."

Silence settled between you.

The rain pattered gently against the window, and for a moment, it almost seemed like neither of you knew what to say.

Finally, Minho shook his head and muttered, "What a disaster."

"I agree."

"You can't sleep in my bed."

"I wouldn’t even if it were the last option on the planet."

He frowned.

"Then where are you supposed to sleep?"

"The couch."

Minho was silent for a moment, evaluating you.

Then, with a nonchalant shrug, he walked over to his side of the room.

"Fine. As long as you don’t make noise or touch my stuff, I’ll survive."

"Oh my God, what a huge sacrifice you’re making."

"I know. I’m practically a martyr."

You rolled your eyes and settled onto the couch, closing your eyes. At least you’d get to sleep peacefully.

Or so you thought.

Because hours later, you woke up to a sound you didn’t expect.

A shiver.

Not in the room.

In Minho’s breathing.

You blinked in the darkness. You couldn’t see much, but you could make out his silhouette in bed. His back was slightly hunched, as if he was curled up on himself.

And then you heard it.

A barely audible whisper.

A whimper.

Was he… shaking?

You sat up slowly.

"Minho."

No response.

But as you leaned in a little closer, you noticed his breathing was unsteady.

You frowned.

"Hey."

Nothing.

Finally, you rolled your eyes and grabbed the blanket you had been using on the couch. You stood up, stepping close enough to drape it over him.

For a moment, Minho didn’t react.

Then, suddenly, his hand slipped out from under the blanket and caught your wrist.

You froze.

It wasn’t a strong grip.

It wasn’t rough.

But it was enough to make your heart stop for a second.

His skin was cold.

Much colder than it should be.

And then, in a sleepy, hoarse voice, Minho murmured,

"Stay."

Your heart skipped a beat.

"What?"

He didn’t respond.

Because in the next second, he was already asleep again.

You pressed your lips together, watching how his face—so relaxed now—contrasted with the usual arrogance he always displayed when awake.

He would never let you live this down if you mentioned it tomorrow.

But tonight, just for tonight…

You said nothing.

You just stayed.

[sellyluna]

Che bella analisi.

Good job!👍

Xo Kitty Outfits: Minho and Kitty

I wanna talk about Kitty and Minho’s outfits this season because I think everything they wear makes them look GOOD together

They start the season off dressed completely opposite to each other. Minho is white; Kitty is black. This could represent how there feelings are opposite right now too. Minho is completely in love with Kitty; Kitty has never viewed him in that way.

When there eyes first meet after the plane Kitty is dressed and red and white Minho is dressed in blue and black. Red and blue are complimentary colors, meaning they’ll always look good together (this is why some of the best ships use this color scheme). Red and blue also contrast each other in meaning. Red is, hot, passionate and, loud; Blue is, cold, calm, and subdued. This actually represents their relationship well. Kitty is outgoing sunshine, while, Minho is the pessimistic clouds. Their outfit are opposite but fit together perfectly (like the pair) (Also this is a stretch but Kitty outfit has hints of blue with the overalls and Minhos sweater has hints of red (?) which shows there connection)

During their talk the color palette of there outfits are almost the exact same making them look like a pair. Kitty’s outfit has hints of blue and cooler tone brown that contrast Minho’s warmer brown. Kitty’s outfit is cool and dark; Minho’s is warm and light. They still have opposing feelings for each other, but their emotions aren’t completely opposite anymore.

The kiss boy and girl uniforms directly contrast each other. The girls uniform is dark, cool blue; The boys uniform is light, warm tan. But the uniforms have elements of each other’s color pallets, making them feel cohesive.

In this scene, while, kitty is directly matching Pravienna, her and Minho still look like more of a pair (which makes sense because they spend the bulk of the time together not Kitty and Pravienna) The red of Minho’s jacket matches the red of Kitty’s hair.

In this scene Kitty is wearing the compliment to Minho’s signature color, green. Even when she kisses Yuri her outfit looks better with Minho’s

In the hot tub scene every element of the two’s main color palette this season is present. Minho has the black, blue, and white. Kitty’s outfit is full red. This could also represent the emotion in the scene. Minho’s outfit is calm and quiet, while, Kitty’s outfit is loud and angry. (Also huge stretch but black could represent the unrequited aspect of there love seeing as Kitty is wearing all black when she rejects Minho and Minho TAKES OFF HIS BLACK JACKET to get in the pool and comfort Kitty)

The rain scene has arguably the most iconic Kitty and Minho outfits of the season. It’s what they used in most of the promos and they’re used in the climax of these two’s relationship this season. This makes sense because the outfits are literally perfectly complimentary. Kitty’s outfit is primarily blue and Minho’s is primarily red. Perfection.

In the wet dream, again, every element of the twos color palette is present. Kitty’s outfit is the red and blue; Minho’s is the black. Also, If we’re viewing black as a loose symbol of the unrequited aspect of their relationship then Kitty is literally being confronted by it in the dream, With Minho’s wearing it head to toe.

There are two things of note in this scene’s outfits . One, Minho is introduced to us season one episode one in green; Kitty’s primary/most iconic outfit in season one episode one is blue. So, In a way they’re wearing each other’s color. (Especially Kitty, they really hammer in green being a Minho thing). Two, blue and green are analogous colors, meaning they’re next to each other on the color wheel. After theses outfits they transition into wearing the same colors which could represent them feeling the same way about each other.

Im gonna make a pt.2 with the rest of the outfits <33

[theannotatedbook]

Different sisters,but same chaotic love lives 💕

[stydixa]

My most memorable scene in Xo Kitty would be a scene when he was entering this madness, Min Ho madness party. He goes through the crowd to warn people and then he sees Kitty and Dae, like leaning on each other then and then the next is when Min Ho has his face where he shows his true side of his true feelings, what his heart is telling and I think from then that, I think I like that scene because um, that's when his eyes don't lie. His heart is true and that's when he feels the most romantic for someone else. — Sang Heon Lee XO, KITTY (2023-) 1.06 | BYOB

[potpourri-of-ecclecticism]

[sellyluna]

Non avevo notato quanto fossero diverse le reazioni di Dae e di Eunice

─ XO KITTY SEASON 2.03 | "New Years Kiss"

[will80sbyers]

XO, Kitty 2

[renegadesstuff]

MOONCOVEY x LOOKS 🥹😍 [part 2]

[ariays]

Please, you can’t tell me that Kitty Song Covey isn’t in love with Minho. She literally couldn’t bear the thought of it being "not their time… not yet" and not seeing him during the break, so she gathered the courage to ask if she could come along. It’s like, in that moment, she was hit with an overwhelming rush of emotion that made her think, "You know what? I’m going to make it our time."

This just proves that her feelings for him were repressed ever since the airplane confession, and they finally surfaced after their fight—when she realized just how much she missed him.

Now, I know some people have tried to argue that the script was "changed" in Season 2 based on fan reception, implying that Minho’s popularity influenced the decision to make him Kitty’s endgame. I respectfully disagree. That opinion seems to come from those who may not be as familiar with K-drama storytelling and its common tropes.

There were already multiple instances in Season 1 that foreshadowed Kitty and Minho’s relationship. The groundwork was laid early on, and their dynamic was full of subtle hints—not something that was suddenly forced in Season 2. In fact, there were already clear parallels between Kitty & Minho and Lara Jean & Peter in To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before.

These parallels weren’t something that suddenly appeared in Season 2; they were sprinkled throughout Season 1. Just look at the way Minho calls her "Covey," or their kitchen conversation about her missing her mom—those moments mirror Lara Jean and Peter far more clearly than anything between Kitty and Yuri.

And before you can scream about fan reception changing everything, let’s just take a moment to acknowledge one crucial detail from Season 1: the first person Kitty met when she landed in Korea, and the last person she saw before leaving, was Minho. There’s a reason for that. The entire season was bookended by their interactions. And to top it off, it ended with Minho’s confession and Kitty smiling—that wasn’t just random. That’s intentional storytelling.

Also, let’s not ignore the classic K-drama couple dynamic at play here. K-drama couples are known for their fun banter, comedic interactions, and playful chemistry, and Kitty and Minho fit that description to a tee. Their teasing, their flirty arguments, and their overall energy scream classic K-drama romance.

Whereas Kitty and Yuri lack that entirely. There’s no real push-and-pull, no playful teasing, no electric chemistrythat defines most romantic K-drama pairings. If anything, their interactions feel more like two friends supporting each other, rather than two people with undeniable tension.

And speaking of Kitty & Yuri, I don’t really see their scenes in Season 1 as "proper" parallels at all. Take, for example, the scene where Kitty gets hit by a car and falls down—some people compare it to Lara Jean "fainting" on the track, but… that’s not even close to being the same kind of moment.

Even the necklace parallel doesn’t hold up due to the huge difference in context. Peter gifted Lara Jean that necklace out of affection, while Kitty’s necklace was hers to begin with—Yuri kind of "stole" it in a way, even if she did return it after they became friends.

So no, I don’t think Minho and Kitty’s would-be endgame was a last-minute decision. Their story was built up from the start, and Season 2 was just the natural progression of what had already been set in motion.

[sellyluna]

Il cammino dell'accettazione

Maybe it's not our time. Not yet. Or maybe...

[hergurlc]

Q is literally the only person who knows that Kitty and Minho’s feelings for each other are mutual and I love how supportive of a friend he is to them. He’s there for them. He listens to them. He doesn’t overstep or judge or make their situation more complicated. He’s observant but he doesn’t straight out say ‘Minho’s in love with you and you love him’ cuz that’s simply not his place to. Instead, he helps guide them to their own feelings, opens opportunities to speak their feelings and evidently allows them to make the decisions for themselves.

God bless Q.

[dearreader-12]

The fact that Min Ho drops the lore that Kitty's favorite song is "Picture You" by Chappell Roan and she sings it all the time in the shower.

Like iykyk why that made me audibly starting screeching while watching it.