#and minho 37

[saintseiyasl]

Its this weirdo freaks birthday, if you even care

I love him so I do 🥳 happy bday, dumbass

Here’s a playlist

[minzbins-moved]

LEE KNOW SKZ CODE EP.37

[smtown-tourist-juliette]

Juliette Chapter 37 Cover

Jonghyun's accident-induced Hiatus has put a lot of stress on SHINee. The other five members are now having to work hard to make up for his absence and finish getting everything ready. As the Face of the Group, it's up to Hana to get some positive attention back on SHINee before the release of The Misconceptions of Me at the end of April. SM wants her to become an actress and suggests that she auditions for the role of Sang, Na-Jung in the Reply 1997 sequel, Reply 1994. Like with being an idol, Hana has never seen herself becoming an actress and doesn't believe it's the right fit for her considering her past with acting, but after Manager-nim reveals to her that The Misconceptions project is being used as a test to see if SM wants to offer SHINee a contract renewal in two years, Hana becomes determined to do whatever it'll take to make sure SHINee doesn't fall victim to the dreaded Seven Year Curse.

Hana isn't the only SHINee member feeling a lot of pressure from SM. With Jonghyun's sudden absence from their next release comes new line distributions and Taemin has been tasked with covering Jonghyun's high-notes for Why So Serious. It doesn't help that the company has also been focusing a lot of their attention on him lately and wanting him to take on a more mature image. The stress of being put under all of that pressure has brought Taemin to his breaking point. His anxiety is running rampant and he doesn't know what he can do to make any of it better. Luckily, Hana is there to lend a helping hand as she comes up with an idea might be able to help Taemin with at least some of his problems but no one must ever know about it.

What idea does Hana propose? Will it actually be helpful or will it cause more problems down the road? After all, how can a plan be helpful if it has to be shrouded in so much secrecy? All Hana and Taemin know is that once their plan is put into action, there will be no going back and the aftermath will leave SHINee's maknaes closer than ever before.

Follow Hana and Taemin as they lean on each other for comfort and support in Chapter 37, Trying Something New. Head on over to Asianfanfics to check it out!

[channieismyboy]

chanel chance

{dilf!seonghwa x f!reader}

synopsis: When y/n is alerted that there's been a flood in her apartment and no one can take her, what will she do when Mr. Park asks her to stay with him?

masterlist | part 3 | part 5

warnings: age difference (y/n is 21, seonghwa is 29), eventual smut, language, kind of slow burn, sad attempts at humor - wc: 2.3k

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Everyday, a man lives a debilitating cycle. He wakes up, goes to work, sleeps, and repeats this endless circuit. He has gotten used to this schedule over the last few years. The only joy in his life would be brought on by his little daughter, whom he loves with all his heart. He tries his very best to put on a facade of happiness whenever he spends time with her. Wanting to protect her innocence from vague feelings of misery for as long as he possibly can, until he eventually matures.

There was no room for love in his life anymore. Romance is certainly unattainable for him due to his lack of availability. It is not like he does not have opportunities to date, there are plenty of women and men who often throw themselves at him. However, it is merely for his title or money. They want to gain something from him.

This man views love differently than the people who he converses with on a daily basis. Most of those individuals view marriage, or dating as a contract. As an opportunity to enlarge their company’s resources, get more publicity from the media, or even to trick the public to buy more of their products. Since this man has seen this happen numerous times in his lifetime, even had a hands-on experience of it in his home, he has made a choice that he would no longer give romance a chance. As those couples that marry for money, or titles, almost certainly end up unhappy, divorcing quickly after marrying, or scandals of them cheating on one another are posted publicly on the news.

However, this man’s principles had begun to change once he had met someone different. Someone who he found beautiful in every way imaginable, who made his heart skip a beat in a way he never knew it could…

This man is Park Seonghwa.

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You check the time, it is now 11:37 PM. You're lying awake, staring aimlessly at your ceiling, with the fairy lights illuminating your otherwise dark room. Replays of a few nights ago rerun in your head. You think about how gentle Mr. Park was with you, and how caring he is with his daughter. It makes your heart ache. You sadly have never got to experience a proper father-daughter relationship, or even one at all. However, you're grateful you have your uncle and your aunt. They've truly made your life special in every way imaginable. Your eyes begin to feel heavy, and the familiar wave of tiredness hits you until you're asleep.

It is now saturday morning, today you will babysit Jieun and today you will finally see Mr. Park. You get slightly too excited about that last part, and shake your head at your thoughts. You have been thinking about him a lot recently, you really shouldn't, for the sake of keeping your job.

You wake up and check your phone, scrolling aimlessly through your socials and texts from Minho and Jisung. Replying to the endless amounts of texts they've sent along with pictures of them on their vacation to Jeju Island. You struggle to get through the pure amount of them.

The afternoon passes calmly. You quickly make yourself some dinner and shower after precisely picking out your outfit to go see Mr. Park while on a facetime call with both Minho and Jisung. as annoying they are, they are never caught wearing a bad outfit.

"Are you calling us so you can look great for Mr. Hot ceo?" Minho asks with a deadpan tone, which juxtaposes with the cute cat in his lap that he's petting every so sweetly. "You wanna impress him?" Jisung adds while wiggling his eyebrows.

"It's not that, I just want to look presentable is all" you fib, while showing them the black skirt, black stockings with a deep burgundy Ralph Lauren knit sweater that jisung had picked out. Minho looks at you with an 'I'm not buying it' face and you cave in.

"Okay fine! Can you blame me for wanting to look nice when babysitting a good looking ceo's daughter? Plus I do have to look professional for this job, I can't just show up in sweats. and he probably thinks I'm a kid, so it doesn't matter anyway" you say, opting for the look you have on.

"Honestly, I would do the same" jisung adds after applauding your look.

-

After your shower, you get dressed and put on just a bit more makeup than usual, and spray on your 'Chanel Chance' perfume. It won't hurt to look nice for the man anyway. You board the bus and sit down while listening to some music. you're now deep in thought, thinking back to minho's comment. it won't hurt to look good for the man anyway. He's literally a high power ceo, regardless of how he looked, you had to go to his home and look presentable anyway. with a posh neighborhood like his and such a fancy house like his, you would look like the odd one out not arriving dressed in the very few expensive clothing items you own.

Your stop arrives and you head out quickly, mentally preparing to meet John again and explain why you are there. You feel slightly awkward just walking up a hill with nothing else but your purse and phone in hand. You wish you had a car that can drive you around, but it broke down on you and is in the shop being replaced. You try not to think about the bill ahead of you, that's too many scary thoughts in a row.

Trailing along, you are soon met with John at the gate. He looks at you up and down. "Can I see some ID?" he demands. You open your purse and show him your driver's license. He lets you through, luckily Mr. Park's home is close to the gate, so it's not a far walk. You stop at the familiar home. it's 6:25 PM, you're grateful that once again you're early. You quickly double check your hair and retouch your lip gloss before knocking on the door. You wait a bit until it opens.

This time you are greeted directly by Mr. Park, and he glances at you up and down before welcoming you with a polite smile. You do the same, and note how nicely dressed he is. The black buttoned up shirt with just a few buttons undone tucked into his black trousers complement the glasses he's wearing, he look's so professional with them on.

"Hello Ms. L/n, it's nice to see you." he says with a slight smile on his face. "Hello Mr. Park" you greet back with a bright and polite smile.

"Laura, my housekeeper isn't here on Saturdays so it's just going to be you and Jieun for today. Please come in," he gestures into the home. You take off your shoes and enter the place after closing the door. You look around his place once again, still in shock by its size and beauty. Mr. Park sure has taste. You walk behind him and follow him to the living room, where Jieun is already sitting, watching cartoons.

He turns to face you, eyes directly on yours. Suddenly it's quite hot in the room. "I'll leave you both here and I'll be back just before 9:00 PM, call if anything happens, although I know she's in great hands" he says to you before saying goodbye to his daughter.

"Enjoy your meeting Mr. Park!" you say. He exits before lovingly wishing his daughter goodbye.

-

Your time spent with Jieun is always pleasant. She's as bright and playful as ever, telling you about her latest works of art (cute scribbles) and her excitement to learn more at pre-school. She has such a bright future ahead of her, you think. The time passes quickly as soon it's almost 9:00.

You hear the familiar pitter-patter of raindrops beginning to fall down, and you silently curse to yourself. You did not bring an umbrella with you and now you'll have to walk down in the rain until you reach the bus stop. Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear Jieun scream out for her dad. You raise your head up and you greet Mr. Park.

He places Jieun down and tells her to get ready for bedtime. She does just that after saying goodbye to you with a warm hug that you so happily reciprocated.

"Alright," he says while reaching into his wallet and pulling out many bills. "This should do it for the night" and he gives you the money. You check the amount and your eyes bulge out a little at the amount. 150$ you count and recount again quickly, this is much more than last time. You shake your head and attempt to give him back the money.

"Mr. Park, this is way too much. I cannot accept this amount."

"Please, just take it. It honestly isn't a lot for me and I'm just happy you made Jieun smile so brightly." His tone and expression are so genuine you have no choice but to give in and accept it.

"Okay, I'll accept it this time Mr. Park. Thank you very much."

You head to put back on your shoes and prepare yourself to walk back in the rainfall. He watches you intently, with his head turned to the side as he leans on the wall. You feel as though you're being watched by an eagle, as you feel his eyes never once leaving your form. your cheeks burn slightly.

"Are your friends here to pick you up?" Mr. Park speaks up. "No, it's just me on my own this time" you answer.

"You're not walking home are you? I didn't see a car parked in the driveway when you came." He asked with concern laced in his soft spoken words.

"No. I'm just going to walk to the bus stop nearby-"

"I'll drive you there then" he cuts you off. He sees the familiar look of 'you don't have to' already on your face, the one he just saw moments ago while paying you. Before he lets you speak, he explains himself. "I just don't want you to get a cold out in the rain. I need my babysitter to be in perfect condition, you know."

Yet again, Mr. Park has made it impossible for you to refuse him. "Alright, if you insist, then I have no choice but to say yes" you say with a smile, and you see him laugh slightly at your words.

To say his car is nice, would be a great understatement. You have no knowledge of cars, but even to a novice like you, this car is down right spectacular. The nicely polished black outside with leather seats, just how rich is this man?

Mr. Park opens the door for you and ushers you in gently. He gets in quickly after, and you glance at your phone, after realizing it's been buzzing for quite a while now. You see all the missed calls from your Landlady. Panic surges through you, did you forget to pay your rent? No you remember sending out the amount just a week ago. what could it be then? Mr. Park can tell you're anxious.

"I'm sorry," you mutter. "It's something to do with my apartment, could I quickly make a call?" you ask. "Of course, be my guest," Mr. Park says, gesturing for you to dial the number.

The phone rings and she picks up quickly. "Hello?"

"Ms. L/n, there has been a minor flood in the apartment. You must come quickly and evacuate all of your belongings. We'll need to undergo repairs for about 3 days." You let her speak, and your face drops.

You face Mr. Park and judging from his expression, he's heard everything from your call.

"Were there any damages to my apartment room?"

"Luckily your floor had no damages, it was the floors under you that mainly got affected. Still you'll need to leave for a few days. Please come quick and find a place to stay until then. Goodbye."

You hang up the phone and think to yourself silently. Wondering who you could stay with. Mr. Park asking you the same question out loud. Minho and Jisung are too far away and you don't have a key to their apartment you explain to them.

"What about your uncle?" Mr. Park asks.

"I wish but, they're having renovations and there's barely any room for them in the house." you answer.

It's silent for a moment, the raindrops splattering heavily as the rainfall speeds up, a storm is starting to form outside. You think about any other people you know that you can stay with. The list is already quite short.

"Stay with me," and you turn your head to meet, a shocked expression to his lighthearted smile.

"I really can't. I don't wish to intrude like that." you shake your hands in defense.

"Unless you have anyone else to turn to, I'm your best bet Ms. L/n. You won't be intruding anyway. I'm not uncomfortable with it and I think Jieun would be delighted to have you over for 3 days." he shrugs, waiting for you to answer.

This is the third time he has persuaded you this night. No wonder he's a successful businessman, he can talk you right into doing whatever wants, and you're not opposing any of it.

Staying with him won't be too bad right? I mean he must have room in this mansion of his. Plus he is always busy and I have class so we won't interact as much right?

Your face begins to heat up at the thought of being in such close proximity to Mr. Park. Wait, why are you thinking of that right now?

You exhale and look at him as you've made your decision.

"I'll stay with you."

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a/n: hey yall! so long time no see. i'm going to continue this series after not touching it for almost 2 years. i'm sorry for the delay but even i had to know how this was going to end. i hope some of yall are interested in it still (praying actually). anyways please enjoy this part, i'll see you soon!!

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[daisykihannie]

HIIII i’ve literally read through nearly everything you’ve posted and I love it. Can you do the 37 prompt with Lee Know please???

Also can I be ⭐️ anon if it’s not taken already 👀👀

of course you can be ⭐️ anon<3

37.) They went on tour without telling you

Pairing: Minho x Reader

Warnings: Kinda angst??

[planetdream]

skz as porn stars and the type of content they would make

chan — mentioned here. only really does solo vids, a bit amateur, not very cinematic. has considered fucking someone on cam, but for now he'll continue with solo content—isn't much of a fan of big budget porn brand productions.

minho — bdsm content. he's the dominant. kink dot com. typically the person holding the vibrator against/fisting the shibari girlies. is very particular about who he works with and often continues to work with the same people. also appears on casting couch styled videos.

changbin — read this . likes to make the style of videos where two contestants fight and the winner gets to fuck the loser however they want. another person featured on casting couch.

hyunjin — solo cam style content. streams but still has an elaborate set/spare room. will occasionally be featured in a friends content but mostly just solo streams.

jisung — anything he can eat pussy in (give head in general, he's not that picky). he does a lot of step!brother content... typically plays the submissive role. he's done cam work, OF vids, and big production porn, kinda just vibes and goes with the flow. you'll see him everywhere one week then the next its just radio silence.

felix — ffm/mmf/trans threesome content. just a camera, some toys and a friend or two (or three) #vibes.. that's all there is to it, I think, felix does porn for the love of the game. (huge cock)

seungmin — minho's kink dot com coworker. deep into bondage and shibari culture. isn't one to whip his dick out on camera until a bit later in his career (strap over the pants type beat).

jeongin — likes being in porn that has story...another person who appears in step!brother content..... BIG DICK... is in his milf hunter era because everyone he fucks is over the age of 37...

[5targh0st]

NUMBER ONE GIRL

21. who tf are you?

prev // m.list // next

notes:

somi is not a bad person and Sunghoon is in no way better than her in this whole mess but her redemption arc is yet to come lol

karin is not warming up to yeonjun but she respects yn's decision

yunjin and yeji are just happy to see their friend being happy and thriving

minho is drowning in his self loathing for all the shit he said but don't give up on him

taglist: (37/50)

@estella-novella @poetryforthesad @lisaswifey @angelzforu @ihrtlix @gloriousqueenking @domfikeluva @circus-of-thoughts @conwunder @miniature-tragedy @jeonginplsholdmyhand @sh0dor1 @yourenzoo

[sunboki]

— WHEN THINGS WERE SIMPLE a Lee Minho fiction

⭐️ : Lee Minho(Leeknow) x fem. reader

TROPE. school romance, 90’s romance, bestfriends to lovers, online au, strangers to lovers, highschool au, small town au

WORD COUNT. 7.7k ☆ 37 minute read

WARNINGS. light cursing, deep conversation, two teenagers being madly in love(lmao), bankruptcy, anonymous online chatting between strangers — this is in no way recommending anyone to join anonymous chat rooms nor meet up with strangers irl!

AUG'S NOTES. this fic was heavily inspired by “Twenty Five Twenty One” (one of my favorite kdrama!!) and was based around the 90’s when today’s technology was just beginning, i hope you find this piece to your satisfaction! if so, please leave some feedback, thanks :)

PLAYLIST.

SYNOPSIS. Lee Minho, the newest resident in your small town, has already established a reputation as the Class President despite moving only a week ago. You, on the other hand, don’t really see the appeal, or maybe your schedule is too jam-packed to consider the prospect of boys. In the meantime, you join an anonymous chat room with this so-called "lino98," and eventually, the stranger recommends that you meet holding a yellow tulip and wait- is that who you think it is? 

or alternatively :

Whoever you’ve been talking to in that chat room was definitely not who you thought would be standing in Marronnier Park with a yellow tulip in hand.

1999.

“Hey! The sign says no throwing!” You scold, rushing to fix the arm to the statue as the tires on the boy’s bike screech to a halt.

And suddenly, it feels like everything’s in slow motion when the perfectly kept head of brown hair swivels back to face you, sharp jawline and piercing eyes belonging to a model-looking stranger you’d never seen before.

Thursday morning was when you first met Minho. Although, you didn’t know his name then, nor that this interaction－the daily magazine breaking your statue’s arm－would change your life.

.

.

.

His expression drops, looking rather bored despite your obviously frazzled (and flustered) state.

“How much?�� The bewilderingly attractive boy asks, and it takes you a moment to register what he said, repeatedly glancing from the statue back to him like he was speaking a foreign language.

“It’s.. It’s priceless.” You huff, regarding the stranger with a hard glare as if he’d broken some holy vase or something.

He didn’t.

In fact, the only reason you felt so worked up was because once your parents saw the statue, you’d be grounded in an instant. You, on the other hand, could care less about the stupid piece of marble.

Something about his gaze sets you off, not to mention when he flashes a cheeky grin screaming nothing but trouble.

“Is that so? Then I guess it’s especially priceless now, huh.” He shrugged, kicking the kickstand up and hiking his leg over the seat.

You freeze in your spot, equally stunned with both shock and confusion.

Huh? Where is he going.

Is this guy serious!?

“What’re you- hold on- you can’t just leave!” Racing after him while he positively sped ahead of you on bike, you endlessly shout, slowing down to a halt after a few minutes to watch his silhouette disappear below the winding road traveling down to the village.

Hunched over to catch your breath, you mumble silent curses, dragging heavy footsteps up the small arrangement of stairs to try hiding the broken part behind the statue the best you can.

Brushing off your clothes and adjusting the straps to your bag, you start down the same way he left, stomping and groveling in your misery similar to that of a child denied their favorite toy. It’s quite a sight.

Tomorrow, you’ll give that attractive-Mail-Boy-whose-name-unknown a piece of your mind. You’re sure of it.

Entering the classroom, the first thing piquing your ears wasn’t Soyeon and Hyomin’s daily bickering match about the most random topics (the two you and Yuqi are certain are going to marry one day), but hushed whispering amongst each other.

So, accepting your role as a certified nosy person, you crouch across Yuqi’s desk, craning to make out her way-too-fast-to-be-normal conversation with Rei.

“Psst, Rei, what’s going on?” Blabbering on about whatever the school had been gossiping about, the girl swiftly turned to you, face alight with excitement.

“Have you seen the new guy? He’s an actor, I’m sure of it!”

…Of course. You should’ve known.

Nothing would have Taeyang High School falling over itself faster than a new handsome face.

How disappointing.

Not that you don’t appreciate a good looking person when you see one, but seriously, it could’ve been the upcoming volume of Full House or a class barbecue, something you deemed much more swoon worthy than a boy.

Yet, the transfer student who opened the door mere seconds later looked eerily familiar.

The Mail boy who mutilated your statue this morning is standing there, or are your eyes playing tricks on you? Maybe you’re sleeping at home and this is all a dream. Please be a dream please be a dream please be a dream- Ow!

Pinching yourself did hurt , you were awake, and it was Mail Boy at the front of the class introducing himself.

This week was already off to a great start.

Snapping out of your nightmare to notice him walking in your direction past giggling, lovestruck students to find a seat, you frantically shield either side of your face with your hands. Behind you, Han Jisung, your second best friend to Yuqi, cocks a brow as the boy fortunately takes a seat two rows ahead of you.

It feels like your heart is thundering in your chest with every breath you take, shaking your skull with it’s deafening beating. Any second now he could turn around, and you don’t know why, but the thought of that critiquing stare landing on you again gives you incessant goosebumps.

Sitting through homeroom has never been so suffocating-ly awful, and Jisung can tell when he comes over after class ends, plopping backwards in the chair in front of you to wince at the face you’re pulling.

“I’m cursed, Jisung—“ You childishly squirm, flopping around like some self-acclaimed grub.

Your classmate huffs a humorless chuckle, helping fix a messy strand of your hair before raising from his spot.

“Don’t worry, It’ll only get worse from here. ‘Want a Banana milk?”

Shitty Han Jisung and his shitty personality. Way to lift your spirits, asshole.

“You suck.”

“Two Banana milks it is!” He slaps the wood surface of your desk, breaking into an unaffected smile while hurrying off to the vending machines. Perhaps you’ll just mope till next class, brainstorm the easiest way to glue your statue back together and leave the country while you’re at it.

Abruptly, the minimal view of the classroom from where your head’s wedged between your arms is invaded by a green color, slowly peeking out only to be met with dollar bills waved in front of your face.

Now this had to be a dream. Han Jisung is never fast when it comes to vending machines, usually ogling at options the latest one installed in the cafeteria offers.

Also, for the record, he’s dirt poor like most of the students here.

“Fifty dollars for the damage.”

Damn it!

Still not a dream, because the crisp cash held out to you is none other than Mail Boys’ (a.k.a. Minho’s), staring down at you like you were some insect scurrying near his polished shoes... Or maybe that’s your interpretation of how he’s looking at you.

“This should cover any fees for fixing the statue, I don’t want to deal with you hunting me down every morning when I pass by.” He grumbles, patting the money next to your hand.

You gawk, amazed that he considered at all. What left you more amazed? How he had this amount of money in the first place as a student. Applying for a delivery job may not be so bad after all. That or he does own polished shoes, fancy clothes and a suit with his picture-ready hair and all.

He might as well scream in everyone’s face that he’s rich waving those dollar bills around.

“Keep it. It’s already bad enough it’s broken but it’ll be worse if I have money. Unlike you, I pride myself in being poor.”

There’s that terrifying, critiquing stink-eye again.

“..but my parents don’t, and they would think I stole something.” You quietly add, and Minho almost snorts, appearing to be having a difficult time withholding his bubbling laugh.

Before he can respond though, Jisung steps through the door, stopping in his tracks upon noticing what's going on, beverages in hand.

Noticing the elephant in the room, Minho slides the money closer your way and walks out, leaving you with awkward silence, fifty dollars, and too many questions.

Well, until both Banana milks slam down and your friend snatches the bills with a loud gasp, boba eyes round as saucers.

“Holy shit! I haven’t seen fifty dollars in like, four years. Is that Minho guy your secret boyfriend? Was that why you were acting so weird earlier?”

Not helping with the too many questions part, Jisung. And a secret boyfriend? Does this guy even know you?

“Absolutely not,” You cross your arms, being sure he sees your excessive eye-roll. “He broke my statue.”

In those few seconds of silence you swore he went through at least eight phases of contemplation trying to figure out the context attached to what you said, deciding to just blankly squint till you spilled your guts.

“So you’re telling me,” He points his finger at some imaginary diagram on the desk, focus flickering in every direction trying to connect the dots. “That Mail Boy, no, Lee Minho, threw the newspaper, broke your statue and ran off? This morning?”

There’s a doubtful lilt to his voice while you hurriedly nod, praying the boy will believe you despite how insane it sounds—despite how insane it really was.

“And this isn’t because he’s attractive?”

You cough.

“I mean, he’s attractive, but-“Aha! Finally! A prospect! Looks like my lovely Y/n won’t die alone after all.” Jisung places an over dramatic hand over his heart and you open your mouth, ready to tell him off before the bell rings and all hope of earning any sympathy flies out the window.

Nonetheless, confessing your grievances to the ferociously blunt Yuqi and expecting the newest volume of Full House after school wasn't usually the highlight of your day, but you've come to accept anything away from Mail Boy should be counted as a highlight at this point.

Come to think of it, you haven’t seen the god forbidden statue-killer since morning class.

Eh. He’s probably massacring some more neighborhood statues. He seems like he’d have weird hobbies anyway.

“Sounds a bit like you’re into him if you ask me,” She chews her sandwich, and you might’ve thrown up in your mouth a little bit.

Absolutely not. Your education is far too important to be interrupted by this transfer student. Plus, he also seems uninterested in love, right? It works out .. totally.

“C’mon Yuqi, you know me. The only thing I’m into is good grades and college admission.” You slump against the bench, absentmindedly stealing a few grapes from the girl.

Seriously though, falling in love is not on your roster for high school. At least not for now.

Nope. Take it back. No love. None. Nope.

Yuqi gasping like someone stabbed her seems to pull you from your loophole headspace, grabbing your arm excitedly.

“Oh my gosh! Doesn’t Volume Eleven come out today?” She says, and you might’ve just ascended to heaven.

Ah. Forget good grades and college admission, you’re in love with Full House. Save the boys for later.

She didn’t need to say anymore, because in the blink of an eye you were full sprinting out the gates, mind trained on one thing and one thing only.

Practically singing to yourself with glee, you swing open the door of Myeongjin DVD store, calling out an equally singsong, “Sir— did you save the newest release for m-…”

Huh.

You know those scenes in movies where all the music stops and everything seems to just freeze? Yeah, this was one of those moments.

“Hm?” Is what he responds with.

What Lee Minho responds with, working behind the front desk sorting through rentals.

Come to think of it, this is the first time you’re calling him by his actual name and not Mail Boy.

Strange.

“Ah.. Ahem .. The new volume of Full House, is it saved for me?” You gradually pique, bouncing back and forth on your heels.

Things should be settled by now between you two after he paid you back and all, but you just couldn’t seem to shake the awkwardness compiling in your gut. Like this strange boy that showed up (literally) on your doorstep would get you into trouble.

Placing the book he’d been checking down, he picks up a bulletin board, finger scouring the titles before glancing at you.

“Full House? Nope, we’re all out.”

“Thanks- WHAT?! Look, you might not know, but I’m pretty much the owner’s daughter,” You explain matter-a-factly, cocking your brows expectantly. What kind of stunt you were pulling you didn’t know. Either way, you’d use the many years you lived here before him to the utmost advantage.

Turns out, you definitely should’ve remembered how Lee Minho earned his reputation in the first place.

“So sorry, he didn’t say anything about his beloved daughter paying a visit today.” The man in front of you leans forward, head tilted in a conniving manner.

What. A. Prick.

Jesus he looks good right now.

Opening your mouth to bite back, deja vú plows through like a bus when he cuts you off, light smirk gracing the edges of his lips. Mocking, like when you first met. Mocking.

“But, I’ll be sure to tell you when more are in stock. Deal?”

Oh how you want to beat his stupidly handsome face in.

“Deal.”

Settling down into your chair and repeatedly clicking the cream colored mouse, you watch the blue background fill the screen along with the other person’s username.

Only on stressful nights would you log back into the anonymous chat rooms. Except today wasn’t necessarily stressful, more just leaving you in denial without Volume eleven in hand.

Somehow, these conversations were thrilling in their own, odd ways. Not knowing if the person is your best friend or your worst enemy made the experience all the more fun.

Recently, you'd begun chatting with Lino98, a kind person who apparently moved not too long ago. They gave you the best advice and would always joke around like friends while you talked about love, grades, and anything at all.

In a sense, they were your friend.

YOU: Lino98?

LINO98: Hm?

YOU: What do you want to do in the future? Now that we’re getting older, I’ve been thinking about it a lot

LINO98: Well that’s a random question

YOU: Shhh just answer

LINO98: Okay okay, mine is way out there and pretty unrealistic for a student, but

LINO98: I want to be a dancer

YOU: Wowー dancer? As in, dancing on stage?

LINO98: What else would a dancer do ㅎㅎ

YOU: You know what I mean!! But being a dancer is a good dream. You’ll have to work hard, but it’s your passion, so I shouldn’t be one to judge

LINO98: You’re sweet, saying that

YOU: Hey hey don’t get all sappy

LINO98: I mean it ㅋㅋㅋ

You smile, fingers rapidly typing to keep up with the replies. They had a wild dream, sure, but Lino98 had their own aspirations, and you wondered if maybe in the future you’d see them on TV.

See them in real life. Now that was a thought. Heck, you didn’t even know if they were a boy or girl.

Oh god, what if Lino98 was one of your classmates? Worst case scenario it’d be Minho.

Although, that would never happen, the chances were too slim.

Too slim.. but not impossible. In fact, very much possible because no matter how small the chance is it could always become realit- “Y/n!”

You jump, reaching to turn off the old monitor.

There’s a shuffle outside of your door, the woman’s head peering in momentarily. You have an idea of what she's going to say next seeing you in front of the computer.

“You’d better not be on those chat rooms, I told you they’re dangerous. Also, could you run to the market? I’m missing bean sprouts.”

Bingo.

Patting the doorframe, she disappears once more.

You know she’s right. Sure it could pose a threat, but you’re a student, and adult things like being worried about safety could come later.

However, running into Mail Boy there could also come later, and you debated on turning around before he noticed you. That was, until you remembered the unfortunate errand you’d made the trip for in the first place.

.

.

The last person he expected to find at Ahyeon Market was you, looking equally as shocked with his appearance here as well. Still clad in uniform, he motions from his place on the outdoor bench, patting the spot next to him.

If gears could literally be seen turning in someone’s head he's certain he would have witnessed an entire mechanical process by now, rather amusedly analyzing your angel and devil conversation with cat-like observation.

“I don’t bite y’know,” Breaking the quiet lull, he clicks his tongue, earning a suspicious look.

“And how am I supposed to believe you.” Question rhetorical (he assumes), you approach him slowly, testing, like he’d pounce at one wrong move. The tempting urge to jump and scare you briefly crosses his mind.

“Because,” He bites back a grin. “Our Volume eleven pact, remember?”

Almost instantly, the tense atmosphere dissolves and you plop down beside him followed by hushed “Yeah, yeah”'s muttered under your breath. Barely twenty seconds pass though before you’re bolting to upward (and ironically scaring him instead), glancing left and right.

“I’ll get some Banana milk.” You bolt to the small fridge unit, lips focusedly pursed cashing in your coins.

Minho can’t help but smile to himself at your unbothered-ness, your easiness. You’re kind, not to mention brutally honest on occasions. It’s reassuring being around you, like he doesn’t have to worry about anything. Like, in some sense, his youth is returning to him. Piece by piece.

“Here.” Your voice has his head swiveling, holding a small cartridge for him to take.

“So.. Why’d you transfer here?”

He stares at the drink for a while, though your eyes never stray from his, observing him contemplating, thinking. Cat-like, you agree. Minho greatly resembles a feline.

“You like this stuff, huh.”

“Jisung got me hooked on it, you don’t want it?” Knitting your brows and greedily pulling the drink to yourself, he’s quick to reach forward, grabbing your hand in his.

You hesitate, both frantically searching each other's face before Minho snatches the Banana milk from you, tone suddenly doused in nervousness.

“No- I do, thanks.”

Liar. He hates Banana milk, but he’ll drink it. For you he will.

There’s that feeling again, blooming in his chest and warming up his entire body.

Weird.

It’s like he’s a three year old crushing on his classmate again, awkward and young. In love.

Anyone unlucky enough to witness this obvious pining deserves a written letter of apology.

“Mm..” You hum quietly, aggressively poking your straw through the paper lid.

Minho’s lips form a tight line, fixating on the rotation of his own straw as he aimlessly moves the drink in his hand from side to side.

“My family went bankrupt. That’s why I moved.”

Pausing your movement, you nod quickly and he feels a pang of guilt strike his chest. He shouldn’t have told you that, should’ve kept the comfort and ignored the question. Way to ruin it, jerk.

“What was your first impression of me?” Changing the subject, he clears his throat from the chilling air. So long for the summer heat.

“First impression?” You mimic, appearing deep in thought for a reason he couldn’t help but feel nervous about. Nervous for what, he couldn’t name.

There were lots of things he “couldn’t” when it came to you. It makes things interesting, makes you interesting. Life isn’t boring when with you, something he realizes the longer you accompany him, vice versa.

He can’t make sense of the feeling, ironically enough. Another “can’t”.

“Well, If you want me to be honest,” Glancing over at him from your earlier focus on a neon road sign, you lift your brows, awaiting his signal to go on.

“I thought you were cold, rude, not to mention a pain in the butt. Also, I’m not kidding when I say I was convinced you were a rich and spoiled brat-“ Rapid waving of his hands in front of you stops your train of thought.

“Are- are you being serious or just insulting me.” He interrupts, deadpanning while sending you a rather confused, nonsensical look.

“Dead serious. You wanted the truth after all.” You shrug your shoulders and Minho chokes a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.

Unbelievable. Absolutely, unforgivably, unbelievable.

“And what about now?”

More thinking.

“You’re nice to be around, but still a pain in the butt.” Shuffling on the pavement, you pull your coat tighter around yourself, gaze flitting to the crack of smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

With the streetlights automatically turning on, without response, simply a soft look from the boy, he steps forward and wordlessly beckons for you to follow.

Walk home with me, an inaudible invitation, and you tag along accordingly.

He doesn’t want to go home, but he won’t tell you that. In fact, he dreads going home to a silent house. He won’t tell you that either.

Truth being, Minho hadn’t been this happy in ages, and being by you, talking to you, getting to know you and everything in between has brilliant shades of color decorating his black and white world. If only he could muster up the courage to tell you that.

“Shoot!”

Panickedly facing you, surprise lay evident on his usually unwavering features.

“I forgot bean sprouts! Hold on, I’ll be right back.” You pronounce, disappearing inside the Market with the boy right on your heels.

Arriving at the register, he places his wallet on the counter before you could fetch cash from your pocket. Turning to him, you poke an accusing finger against his chest, fixing your attractive friend with a hard stare.

“Minho, I told you rich people paying for poor people isn’t ‘nice’, it just makes us look pitiful.” You pout, and the boy resists the overbearing urge to coo not only from how unfairly adorable you look right now but hearing his name come out of your mouth for the first time as well.

Adorable. What was he thinking using a word like that anyway? He meant something else .. another, descriptive word for something cute… Nevermind.

“Think of it as me paying you back for the Banana Milk.” Giving in the tiniest bit, he lands a small nudge against your side, earning an equally playful shove back.

Laughter envelops the both of you, walking from the store with bean sprouts in clutch and pink hues decorating your cheeks whether from giggling or something else. Swinging the bag beside you, a fleeting thought of holding it for you crosses Minho’s mind. Should he? What if you say no and things become awkward again?

God, why is he complicating things so much recently. Just do it, Minho. It’s not that difficult.

“You know how much I gave the cashier for those drinks?”

Quickly pulling his hand away from where it reached for the plastic, his grimace becomes instantly replaced with feigned curiosity in hopes you didn’t notice.

Holding eye contact has never been difficult for Minho. In fact, he’s a pro at it …with everyone but you. So when you study him with those brilliant eyes, he can feel his ears burning bright red.

“Yeah? How much?” He mischievously replied, watching you light up.

You have a particular smile, the one that transforms your face so prettily, the one that makes his heart thunder in his chest. He really likes that smile.

“Ten dollars. Can you believe it? I could buy a mansion with that money.” You hum sarcastically, tumbling all over the sidewalk while being kindly beckoned away from the road by the concerned boy.

“Hey Minho?”

He turns to you.

“What do you wanna do when you grow up? Y’know, after High school and University.”

Opening his mouth to respond, he can’t help but find the question eerily familiar.

“Since I was a kid I wanted to be a Dancer. I actually auditioned a few days ago, but I probably won’t make it.” The dark haired man humorlessly laughs, actively avoiding your attention.

You frown, he doesn’t notice.

“You don’t know that. I don’t know what I want to do, but riding in a sports car sounds nice. It doesn’t have to be realistic, we’re young.”

There it is. This was the easiness he was thinking of, your unbothered-ness. All of the things he finds himself smiling about. The things he looks forward to dropping off your mail in the morning to see.

“..A sports car?”

Once comfortable silence interrupted by his snickering, you wack his arm for the nth time that night, sending him a faux glare.

“Oh look! It’s my stop!” You interject, hiking up the stairs to turn around and see him looking up at you, eyes crinkled with a small smile adorning his face.

“I’ll see you tomorrow! Goodnight, Minho.”

Minho thinks you're very, very cute.

“Goodnight, Y/n.”

Minho hopes you think he’s cute too.

Days go by, some long, some short, with August feeling extremely drawn-out and uncomfortable—leaves gradually beginning to brown for autumn.

As for September, you’re still waiting for Volume eleven from Minho, incessantly dropping by the DVD store to annoy him into leaking some info about when the next batch will be shipped.

“It’ll be next week”, “It’ll be next week”, “It’ll be next week,” is what he always says every week until you’re quite certain next week has happened four times already.

On a different note other than your Full House dilemma and impending exams, Minho had been elected Class President, Soyeon and Hyomin are getting closer to officially dating (from you and Yuqi’s observations), and Jisung is currently keeping count of how many girls confess to Mail Boy each semester.

Don’t ask about the last one.

Expecting someone like Yuqi to be running up to you so early on your walk through the school gates, you blink twice to realize it’s Minho instead, something in hand and positively glowing with cheerfulness.

“Y/n!”

Spinning around, you mirror his overwhelming energy and narrowly dodge getting run over in the process.

“Guess what.” He grins, looking scarily enthusiastic compared to usual.

“What?” You ask, already lost in the way his caramel globes for eyes seem to practically sparkle.

“I got accepted! I’m going to be a trainee!” Shoving the acceptance paper in your face, you scream, covering your mouth in disbelief.

To say you both jumped is an understatement, basically frolicking around the courtyard like lunatics. Well, before you realized the entire jumping and frolicking thing and hurriedly returned to your normal, stiff high school selves.

“Also, the Full House shipment came in this morning.”

…

He’s kidding. You’re kidding.

Oh my god you could kiss him right now. Good thing you didn’t say that out loud.

Running as fast as you possibly could with the boy yelling for you to slow down, you mercilessly slam the door open, manically searching through boxes until the beloved, astounded, mystifying book rests peacefully in hand.

Heaven’s gates should’ve opened up by now.

Taking his sweet time as if this wasn’t one of the greatest moments in life, your counterpart casually strolls up to the register, appearing to check out the rental despite holding your precious book hostage after scanning the barcode.

“You don’t care about me making the cut, do you?” He pouts, lip pitifully jutting out.

Mouth left agape, you swiftly bite back what you’d planned to say about the deal, stumbling over sentences to find an excuse.

“I do! I swear! Now give me the book.. please?” Sporting the most genuine tone you could manage, you snatch the book he begrudging lowered down, hugging the prized possession close to your chest.

“Fine, liar.”

Yikes, talk about a grumpy face. He looked like a kicked puppy. You didn’t even think that expression was possible for Lee Minho.

However, you also didn’t think it was possible to feel sort of upset about it. Not his grumpy face, no, but him getting accepted. Wasn’t this a happy occasion? Volume eleven was released and finally in your possession and your friend was now going to be a trainee, now going to chase his dream of becoming a dancer.

So why did you feel sad walking back to school?

It felt wrong, you felt wrong, and the disgusting feeling only grew worse as the day went on. Heck, looking through pages and squealing with Yuqi—an activity that normally helped lift your spirits—didn't feel as reviving.

Later that day you asked him when he’d be leaving to train, leaving for Seoul, far from here. You dreaded the question, but at least it gave you time to prepare in a sense.

“January,” he replied, eating his apple as if it wasn’t the end of September, as if your heart wasn’t splintering into a billion tiny pieces.

Perhaps somewhere, hidden in his unaffected façade, he felt a tad bit upset like you did.

‘It doesn’t have to be realistic, we’re young.’ You recalled assuring him at Ahyeon Supermarket back in August, thinking it wasn’t going to be real, believing it wasn’t going to become reality.

If only you had known.

Adult things were climbing from the busy city into your small town. You weren’t ready.

So when life becomes increasingly overbearing, you log back in.

YOU: Today has been so draining.. I want to wake up and everything to be a dream

LINO98: Need to vent?

YOU: I thought you’d never ask ㅠㅠ

LINO98: Alright alright, go on

YOU: Well I have a friend, and he’s getting to do something he’s always wanted, but it means he’ll have to go away for a while and I can’t help but feel sad

LINO98: Feeling sad is normal, there’s nothing wrong with that

LINO98: It makes you feel like everything you’ve done with them was taken for granted, don’t you think?

YOU: That’s exactly what it’s like

YOU: If you're okay with it, could we meet up and talk? I mean, we’ve been talking for a while now and I just thought

LINO98: Would Marronnier Park work?

YOU: Didn't think you’d be so willing

LINO98: What can I say, we work well together

YOU: How will we find each other though?

LINO98: Hm.. theres that flower shop nearby, right? Bring a yellow tulip and I will too, good?

YOU: Tomorrow at noon?

LINO98: I’ll be there

Yellow tulip, noon, tomorrow. You sigh a stretching grin, clicking the small exit button before flopping onto your bed.

Only downside of this would have to be your inability to sleep, mind unable to calm itself down as you lay awake. Tomorrow you meet Lino98, someone truly cherished for all their help and kindness.

Eyes slowly drifting closed, you can’t help but hope meeting them in real life will ease some of your troubles. Even just a tad.

Springing from bed that morning, you make your daily stop at Myeongjin DVD store, attempting to drag Minho outside to grab dessert with you while he complains of having plans.

You grumble, growling to him you’ll enjoy the sweet treat more by yourself, his saccharine farewell fading into the distance as you close the door behind you.

Luckily, there wasn’t anything that could truly damage your happiness today(despite really wanting to get desserts with Minho) while picking up a yellow tulip on your way to the meeting location.

Gosh, your stomach was doing backflips right now.

Locating the park’s sign, you stopped and patted yourself down for a moment.

Alright. Now time to start guessing. Would they be a girl? Be a boy? Maybe they’d be Yuqi. That would be hysterical. You mean, you’re soulmates at this point, it’d make plenty of sense.

Venturing inside, you shuffle between people in search of the same flower being in someone else’s grip till finally spotting it, hidden between two people in front of you.

If they would just scoot over a little bit.. there! Now you can see ...them.

Oh.

Making eye contact, you watch them realize, beginning to back up.

You don’t know why you run away, you don’t know why your legs won’t stop and why the person keeps calling out behind you.

Funny that the slim chance you mentioned turned out to be true.

Today you met Lino98, someone you'd truly cherished for all their help and kindness prior to learning who they were.

Today you met Lino98 at Marrionner Park holding a yellow tulip, but the person in front of you was Lee Minho, flower in hand and staring directly back at you.

December gradually rolls around, and usually you’re ecstatic seeing all the lights and festivals Taeyang High hosts as Christmas and new years approaches, especially with next year marking a new millennium.

After the news of Minho’s departure though, it’s hard enjoying the holidays knowing he’ll be leaving only a week or so into January.

No. You should soak up your last month or so. This is the most important part, you can’t be miserable when he hasn’t even left yet.

Despite how badly you want to see him all the time, nothing came easy with his identity revealed.

You weren’t angry nor embarrassed. And initially, you didn’t feel anything, you just stared at him across the park, wondering if all of these coincidences were dreams, your loneliness causing hallucinations of a sort.

Regarding the running away part, that was more of a “need to get my thoughts together” reflex, a desperate and last resort you now deeply regretted holed up in your room with Yuqi’s voice ringing through the home phone.

Yes, you’d like to say you dealt with the matter like a responsible almost-adult.

You didn’t.

“Yuqi… I’m ruining my own life and I can’t do anything to stop it..” You hiccup, loud sobs echoing through the empty household.

She clicks her tongue, once patient and understanding persona instantaneously snapping.

“Yah!” The girl shouts, and you flinch on the other side of the line. “Keep saying stuff like that and you really will ruin your own life! I know no one warned you that falling in love with him would be like this, but seriously, I am not letting you waste this last month avoiding each other!!”

In spite of her reprimanding you, her intentions are clearly aimed towards wanting the best for the both of you, and you know you should be grateful in return.

“I’m not in love with.. My god I am in love with him, what do I do—“ You drag out, dissolving into more cries.

It’s true, both her point and the fact that you’re unabashedly in love with him. All of it. From first meeting him, avoiding him, making up, becoming close and convincing yourself you weren’t looking for a relationship, and now avoiding him again. You’ve always had that feeling, that lingering affection teetering back and forth between the line of friends and lovers.

Although, your friend’s sigh suddenly gets cut off by another person, and you briefly wonder if her younger brother took it before making out the name Yuqi yelled in the distance.

“Yeesh you sound ugly when you cry.”

Is that.. Jisung?

“Han Jisung, give me back the phone!”

Jisung over at Yuqi’s house. Weird.

“Just one seconds this is important~” He whines, and from the sounds of it is also currently running away from what you assume to be a raging Yuqi.

“Okay so Yuqi, Soyeon, Hyomin and I are planning the craziest new years bash ev-“HAN JISUNG!” Phone finally finding its way back to the original holder, you can hear sly giggles echoing in the background.

She audibly groans and you can easily imagine her hands threading through long blonde locks of hair, probably visibly resisting the urge to bury her companion. You can’t help but smile.

Just so you know, only Jisung and I are here so don’t worry about the public humiliatio- aw shit there's thirty seconds left on the call- anyways, be sure to stop by my place on the 31st, we have a surprise for you!” Time limit ending without another word, you take the time to connect the dots with Jisung’s “new years bash” and Yuqi’s “surprise”, to expect a small party of some kind.

With those two arranging it, you don’t know what to expect.

Why not? The reasons to say no are basically nonexistent.

Christmas break officially starting, students clambering from school grounds, and your daily “avoiding Minho” schedule on hold now that you’re out till the end of January, the anticipation of this upcoming party creeps closer. That, and how you plan to talk to Minho.

You aren’t stupid, and you didn’t ignore what Yuqi had said about avoiding each other either, fully aware of how essential coming to terms was for the sake of your friendship, and at least for you, for the sake of your love too.

The real question was when, something you’re still trying to figure out on the 30th of December. Way to procrastinate.

Before tonight you’d never hesitated talking to Lino98 (Minho), deleting your message at least a dozen times before clicking the send button and preparing to hide under your comforter for the rest of the night. Keyword: preparing. Because when you anxiously peered between your fingers to see a response beneath your message, you might have just jumped out of your skin.

YOU: Hey, can we talk?

LINO98: I thought you’d never ask

YOU: About meeting up.. I want you to know I’m really not mad at you

LINO98: You can be honest, Y/n

YOU: I am, promise

YOU: It’s so much easier talking online than in person, but I really want to see you

LINO98: Same, but I doubt I’ll be able to say the same things in person

YOU: I think that’s something we can both agree on

LINO98: Hm

YOU: I’m busy tomorrow, but maybe the next day?

LINO98: Seems we still work well together

YOU: Don't say that, I’ll get PTSD..

LINO98: Sorry sorry ㅜㅜ

Little did you know you were both busy doing the same thing after nobody mentioned Minho would be at the party as well, too stunned to speak seeing him sit around the enormous pile of snacks and drinks laying in the middle of the floor.

However, you found it in yourself, not only because of the minimal time you had left but also because of your conversation last night, to move past the tension.

Like adults.

What a bizarre phrase coming from you.

And it looked as if he felt the same too.

Lively conversation filled up the small space, and six kids, six adults, sat around an army of junk food and held a pitiful excuse for a party while using this time together to forget, if just for a moment, about life outside the room.

You couldn’t have had more fun talking and catching up, not to mention the curdling screaming when Hyomin and Soyeon announced that they were officially dating, bouncing around whilst stuck in Yuqi’s bone-crushing hug of delight.

The clock ticked on the wall, and after hours of bringing back old memories and suggesting new ones, a few attendees began to slip away, gradually leaving only you, Minho, and Yuqi to occupy her living room.

She yawned beside you, half-lidded eyes making her sleepiness rather apparent. Patting your shoulder, the girl rose up, trudging toward the door.

“Alright I’m tapping out, see you guys next year.” She quietly mused and you cracked a sarcastic laugh, both wishing her good night before the sound of the knob clicked shut behind her.

It’s just you two now, watching the live broadcast in a numbing peacefulness. It stays like that for a long time, basking in the presence you’d been deprived of after that fateful day.

You stifle a chuckle.

“It wasn’t my intention to fall in love with you, but I guess I couldn’t help it.” You wistfully smile, back leaning against the wall clad in your heavy sweater and socks.

You hear him take a deep breath.

“I could say the same,” He whispers, eyes trained on the celebration airing on TV. “I bet you were upset that I’m Lino98.”

You pull your knees closer to yourself, listening to the two minute warning the reporter announces.

The room once busied becomes quiet apart from television chatter and your hushed talking. In a few minutes it’ll be a new Millennium, the 2000’s.

You should feel happy, knowing you’ll graduate soon, knowing that a new year is beginning. You’ve tried, truly, but you can’t find it in yourself, not with the circumstances.

“I’m not upset. I was just being selfish because I didn’t want it to be any harder seeing you leave.”

The circumstances seem to steal everything away. Minho must know that much better than you do.

Except you have this moment right here, right now, that the circumstances haven’t taken away yet.

He utters a pained sound, a sound that feels like crying. You don’t dare say anything.

“Don’t people,” He stops, waiting for you to look to your right, look at him and his glossy eyes. You’ve never seen Minho emotional, and you wish you never had. It feels cruel. Immeasurably cruel.

“As I speak, we have ten seconds till 2000.”

He opens his mouth again.

“Kiss on new years?”

You can hear the countdown begin.

“Ten!”

Minho has a wistful smile, dancing from your eyes to your lips.

“Nine!”

Should you take the chance?

“Eight!”

Will this hurt you?

“Seven!”

Haven’t you been hurting enough?

“Six!”

He’s leaving in a few days.

“Five!”

It’s now or never.

“Four!”

You lean forward, lips softly connecting with his. They’re soft, his lips, and he angles your head from side to side with a gentle touch, palms enveloping your cheeks, holding you close. Your skin feels like it’s on fire. Everything feels like it’s on fire. Ferociously alight and blazing.

“Three!”

He whispers something between your lips, you can’t hear it.

“Two!”

Partially, you feel grateful you couldn’t.

“One!”

Fireworks burst in your peripheral, littering the screen with a bountiful assortment of lights and cheers.

The new year had begun, and so had a different chapter in everyone’s lives. Both your classmates, and especially yours and Minho’s.

“Let’s welcome the year 2000!”

2000.

LINO98: Don’t get too excited, but I’m outside your house, come quick

YOU: Didn’t we see each other yesterday?

LINO98: Are you saying you’d rather stay in? I thought you loved me

YOU: Fine you big baby, but I’m going back to sleep after this

LINO98: Sounds good to me〜

You groan, dragging yourself out of your covers at the speed of a turtle to organize the unruly chaos ensuing in your disheveled hair and pull on your shoes.

In all honesty, you can’t even remember how you got home last night, only recalling that Minho tasted like Coca cola and that you had a roaring headache.

Minho tasted like Coca cola. You kissed Minho.

Wow.

Maybe the adrenaline had taken over last night considering how your face erupted red merely thinking about it the next morning.

A honk sounds outside and you jump slightly, mind sifting through ideas of what exactly the boy had gotten himself into this time. With Han Jisung’s influence yesterday, you wouldn’t be surprised if he was in a fancy sports car or something.

Scratch that, he was in a fancy sports car, and you had to blink repeatedly to check if you were awake.

Did he have a license? Wait, nevermind, since when did he own a car?

“What is this, you may ask?” He gestures to the bright red convertible Mustang, tipping down the sunglasses perched on his nose with a cock of his brow. “Well, since I‘m getting to do what I wanted when I got older, I thought it was only fair you got to do what you wanted to too. Sports car, right? Hop in.”

Oh. My. God.

You just keep falling in love with Minho over and over again.

Breathing a laugh of disbelief, shock, and every other emotion making a pit stop while standing in your pajamas, you cross your arms, sending him a suspicious stare.

“And might I ask how you got your hands on this thing?” Smile threatening to appear, you stave down the urge, struggling to maintain your unconvinced poise under his watchful eye.

“Let’s just say I know a friend who knows a friend-“Y/n! What happened to our statue?!” Your mothers shouts from up the stairs and you practically leap into the passenger seat, frantically urging him to step on the gas.

“Only took her a few months,” Your personal driver huffs amusedly, quickly putting the vehicle in reverse to flee the scene. Ah.. You’re not looking forward to the trip home.

Luckily, you’re not home, and you hope you won’t be for a while. Instead, you’re driving through side roads with Minho and his stupidly attractive sunglass-clad self, and it feels like you’ve just started high school again.

Minutes pass, maybe hours. You wouldn’t have been able to tell, too caught up enjoying it. The sights, the smells, the sounds, all of it. Enjoying everything.

Slowing down to pull into a small alcove overlooking the ocean, the boy leans his seat back and you do the same, warm sun baking down on the dark interior. You reach a hand forward, fingers tangling with his.

“Can we stay like this forever?”

He smiles.

“Forever it is.”

2009.

Scooting the metal chair to the side, Minho takes a seat, adjusting the collar of his shirt that earns a few screams here and there alongside the merciless flash of camera shutters swarming in every direction. Today marks his first fansign as a group, as a member of Stray Kids by the stage name Lee Know.

Exhilarating, perhaps. Terrifying, also perhaps.

Initially, he was anxious, worried he’d come off as cold and rigid followed by the other lovely assortment of offensive adjectives you used to describe him standing outside of school that day in August.

Life was different then, just as it is now. Although, he’s not unhappy with how things turned out, nor how life changed since high school.

Tonight you’d text him (like you did every night since he first left) about the fansign, asking if he found anyone cute (the answer would always be you) and telling him about your day, your changed life.

He’d listen, give his most-always teasing input, smile at your equally teasing retort and tell you to eat well and take care of yourself.

“Good morning Minho— ah, wait, I should call you Lee Know now, shouldn’t I?”

A voice stirs from in front of him and he’s certain he’s officially going insane. But no, it does belong to you, in the flesh, mesmerizing eyes disappearing as you grinned while plopping down onto the stool below.

“Do me a favor and act really obsessed with me for a minute, I want to make your fans jealous,” You giggle, leaning closer to whisper the petty request.

In the midst of his shock he scoffs, appearing profusely offended.

“And you still suck at introductions. Not even a congratulations, ouch.” The brown-haired now-Idol frowns, behaving more like a child than ever before.

His status as a normal person might’ve developed (Minho was never a normal person), but he still retained the maturity of a twelve year old.

“Oh, dearest apologies my beloved Lee Know.” Basically gagging, you balance your chin on your hand, once teasing expression replaced with a smile that makes his heart downright ache.

“Congratulations on becoming a dancer, Minho. I missed you.”

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Stray Gods - Chapter 49

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'Hey, look at me,' Felix spoke. You looked over at him, your hands still fidgeting with the straps of your bag sitting on your lap.

Felix had insisted on taking you to school today, as Minho had already left, having to arrive early to be on time to prepare for the lessons he had to teach that day. Minho hadn't said much, and you were sure he was the only one who was as doubtful about the entire situation as you were. When Hyunjin had left your room, he had returned to Han, continuing to monitor him and relieving Felix from his post. You had gotten ready far too slowly, your head still going back and forth between believing and trusting in Hyunjin and the urge to run back into Han's room. By the time you were done, Minho had already left. You knew you had been slow on purpose, hoping that being unable to catch a ride with Minho would give you the excuse to stay home. Somewhere you suspected that that was why Minho hadn't announced his departure, nor given you a heads-up and final call like he usually did. You suspected he too would prefer it if you were to stay home with Han, even if it would hinder your academic success. But Han wouldn't have it. When Felix had left his room it seemed like Han had given him a mission of making sure you would get to school today. After checking your bag for the umpteenth time, pretending you weren't sure if you had packed your favorite pen, notebook, and charger, Felix was starting to lose his patience and urged you out of the house. For the entire drive to school, you sat beside him silently, fiddling with your bag nervously as you kept imagining Han's pale and sick face.

Felix gave you a kind smile.

'We've arrived,' he said simply. You looked out the window again, seeing the familiar building, with many people coming and going to and from the entrance.

'Right,' you said, quickly opening the door and jumping from your seat.

You heard the other car door open and close, and as you were about to take a step towards the school, Felix halted you. He rested his hands upon your shoulders and turned you to face him, hands not leaving you.

'He'll be alright by the time you get home,' Felix assured you, repeating Hyunjin's words.

'How do you know?' You asked, insecurity lacing your tone. Felix sighed.

'Trust Hyunjin. He knows what he's talking about. I know it's scary and all, one of us being sick for the first time, but I'm sure he is right. There is no doubt in my heart that his diagnosis is incorrect. So trust him,' Felix urged.

'I do but…' you began, hesitating for a moment, 'but how can he look like that, be so sick… just because of.. love… is it… it's… because of me, right?'

'Oh baby,' he said with a chuckle, taking you into his arms and hugging you tightly.

'None of this is your fault, and no one could've ever seen this coming. We only just found out too, even Hyunjin had a hard time placing his finger on it,' Felix said in a comforting tone.

'But how can he be that sick?' you pressed on worriedly. Felix let go of you, putting his hands on your shoulders once more and looking at you warmly.

'We might be gods, but we don't know everything, you know,' he said with a chuckle. 'Honestly, I don't know why he is as sick as he is, and why he is the only one,' Felix admitted truthfully, looking thoughtful, 'but I know illnesses and I know they can affect different beings in very different ways, even if they are the same species. Besides, it's what Hyunjin always says; the power love holds over all things is severely underestimated. I've seen many pets miraculously cured of diseases that I personally had diagnosed and pronounced terminal, just because of the love they got from their humans. Mind you, of course, that's not for every pet, and that doesn't mean they don't get enough love but-' he added, but seeing your face he quickly stopped and cleared his throat. 'Anyhow, what I was saying is that, as Jinnie always persists, love has more power than we realize and works in mysterious ways.' Felix ended.

'He will get better,' you said, stating it to convince yourself.

'He will get better,' Felix said definitely. 'And he is already getting better as a matter of fact. Just when you left I noticed his heartbeat seemed to be getting back to normal and even his color and scent seemed to be slowly returning to its original state,' Felix said seriously but with a smile.

You nodded.

'Now, no more dawdling because Han will give me an earful, as soon as his voice is recovered, if I do not get you to your next lesson on time,' he laughed. You couldn't help but chuckle a bit at his remark. He let go of your shoulders, and one of his hands took hold of your chin.

'Can I see your pretty smile one more time before you leave?' he asked sweetly. You smiled for him, a real smile and a bit of warmth seemed to return to your insides. 'That's my baby,' he grinned. He bent towards you, planting a soft kiss on your lips before withdrawing again. You could instantly feel yourself blushing. 'Just making sure I won't get sick as well,' he teased. You pouted at him and he winked, letting go of your face and waving you goodbye as you walked up to the school.

'WHYYYYYY are you not just addicted to your phone like the rest of us,' an irritated voice spoke. Before you could look around, you were being jumped, an arm around your neck pulling you into a headlock.

'Sera!' you said her name, laughing but trying to get free.

'No! I told you I would kill you when you'd get back, so get it girl,' she laughed, rubbing her hand over your hair and messing it up. You squealed and giggled, trying to get loose but she wouldn't let go until she was satisfied.

'There,' she said huffing as she let go of you, putting her hands on her hips and looking at your messed up hair proudly, 'totally killed your vibe.'

'I guess I had it coming,' you chuckled, trying to flatten your hair again with your hands.

'Yes, you did. And after my lecture yesterday, you still didn't react to my messages this morning,' Sera said, tutting and shaking her head like a disappointed parent.

'Oh, shit, Sera I'm sorry,' you said, quickly pulling out your phone and checking it. You indeed had quite a few unread messages. Sera sighed but smiled.

'It's fine,' she said, waving her hand dismissively. 'I'm just happy you're here and you're fine. Wanna have lunch then?' she asked, pointing with her thumb over her shoulder in the direction of the cafeteria. You nodded.

'Where's Adam? You asked her, looking around but not spotting his blonde hair anywhere.

'Class,' Sera said simply, pulling up her nose and shrugging.

The two of you made your way to the cafeteria, chatting about her weekend. By the time you got seated and started eating, the conversation slowly shifted to your weekend.

'So erm, how did your weekend end?' Sera asked, suddenly sounding apprehensive. You looked up, a feeling of suspicion instantly upon you.

'Why do you ask?' You said, slightly sharper than you had intended to. Sera looked away for a second. You could see her chewing the inside of her cheek thoughtfully for a second, an expression on her face that seemed almost doubtful.

'I…' she began, pausing for a moment, then hesitantly continuing as she straightened her back, 'I incidentally saw you arriving this morning. My class was boring and you just happened to be right outside of my window,' she added quickly, hesitating and pausing again. 'I saw you with some guy- a different one I mean,' she said meaningfully, 'Don't get me wrong,' she quickly added, putting her hands up. 'I mean, I just,' she said, her face suddenly becoming quite pink. 'I'm a curious person, okay?' she insisted, her cheeks blushing and nervously scooting over the bench. You could feel yourself holding your breath. 'It's just- I'm normally very good at reading people, but you… You're different. Good different though! Not like I think you're an alien or something,' she giggled nervously. You had never seen Sera like this before. You knew her to be a confident person, resolute. But you wouldn't be thrown off by her behavior, holding your mouth shut and keeping a face of steel. 'It's just, you're a bit unlike other girls our age you know. As I said, for one, you're not addicted to your phone and stuff,' she said, smiling awkwardly and pausing again. Then she suddenly sighed. 'Uhg okay, I'mma just come out with it,' she said suddenly. Your heart felt like it stopped.

'Are you poly?'

'Wh-What?' you asked, blinking.

'You know, polyamourous. In more than one relationship. Like multiple boyfriends,' she pressed on, looking eager now. You scanned her face. This was what she had known, what she had been asking about, hinting at, fishing for. It hadn't been about you, or your divinity, nor the boys or their powers. This was all.

You suddenly started to laugh, unable to help yourself. The apprehension, caution, and fear instantly slipped away from you. She could be trusted. It was safe. You knew. Your Goddess knew.

Sera looked at you uncomfortably, probably slightly startled by your burst of laughter and still waiting anxiously for you to respond.

'I'm sorry,' you chuckled, seeing her stressed face, 'I know what it means, it was just really unexpected that you asked,' you began.

'I'm so sorry,' Sera said quickly. 'I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions, it's just, people and relationships really interest me and I might've watched just one too many dramas and-,' she rattled but you quickly cut her off.

'No Sera, it's fine,' you said as you stopped chuckling and gave her a reassuring smile. You were sure you could tell her. You could see her light now. See it was dim like the other humans, but pure and safe. 'Yes. Yes, you're right,' you answered her question.

Sera looked at you with big eyes and slowly a smug smile appeared on her face.

'I knew it! I swear I fucking knew it. Adam wouldn't listen to me. I mean he doesn't know, I didn't tell him, I was just fishing for information, but that boy can't take a hint,' she said, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. 'But ever since I saw you with Mr. Hwang and then when you left with the other guy at that birthday party,' she said, giving you a meaningful look that told you she had known what you and Minho had been up to back then, 'and then the others. I mean I swear every single time was coincidental okay. It's not like I'm some weird creep who's spying on you, but it just turned out that way, honestly. I wasn't sure if I should say anything because you weren't saying anything and-' Sera babbled on. Clearly, she was completely in her element.

'Well, it is kind of an awkward topic to talk about I guess,' you said truthfully. She instantly shut her mouth and looked at you.

'Oh shit, sorry. You want me to shut up?' she asked quickly. You shook your head smiling.

'Nah, it's fine. Actually, I think it would be nice finally being able to talk to someone about it, to be honest,' you said truthfully.

'Oh thank god, good. Okay,' she said, bending over to you eagerly, 'gimme all the deets.'

'Well, erm, I don't know where to start,' you said, frowning, thinking.

'Okay, so I figured it's at least four or something right?' she said eagerly.

'Erm, eight actually,' you admitted.

'EIGHT?' she exclaimed loudly, her eyes growing big. You kicked her under the table.

'Shut it!' you hissed but giggled, 'I mean I'm fine with you knowing but I don't need the whole school to know.'

'Right, right, right, sorry,' she said, rubbing her painful shin but still looking eager. 'So I guess that means it's all of your roommates then, isn't it?' she asked. You nodded. Sera mouthed a silent "Wow".

'But eight? Really? Isn't that like,' she raised her eyebrows meaningfully and continued in a whisper, 'a lot of work.' You felt yourself blush and she wiggled her eyebrows, leaning back in her seat, your change of color apparently giving her enough of an answer.

'You know, good for you,' she said, putting her hand up in an okay sign and looking smug. 'I mean I can't even deal with one knucklehead now and then, but eight… Pfft kudos to you,' she chuckled.

'Don't you… find it weird?' you asked, feeling awkward yourself now as well. Sera raised her brows and this time it was her turn to laugh at your question.

'Honey, you're asking an adopted pansexual girl with an interracial lesbian immigrant couple as parents. Nothing is weird to me,' she shrugged.

It was hard to believe she really didn't think it was weird, but she seemed to be more curious than judgemental regarding the situation.

The rest of the break she spent bombarding you with eager questions about your relationship with the boys and the dynamics in the house.

By the time the bell rang for your next class, Sera wasn't done asking questions yet.

'I really have to go to class now,' you laughed as you saw Sera racking her brain for another question she could ask quickly before you'd go. Sera pouted.

'You know you can always text me, right?' you chuckled as you got up from your seat and gathered your belongings.

'It's not like you'd answer anyways,' Sera said sticking her tongue out at you playfully. You laughed and were just about to turn around when she grabbed your arm.

'Wait!' She said quickly, sounding eager.

'Wha-hat? I have to goooo,' you said impatiently as many others were leaving.

'Let's go on a double date!' Sera suggested enthusiastically.

'I-what?' you said, taken aback by her question.

'A double date. Or, wait, what do you call it when it's with multiple people? Okay never mind,' she said quickly when she saw your face. 'But please, let's do it. I swear it'll be fun! We can get to know each other, make friends,' she suggested. When she saw your doubtful face she continued. 'Come on, I bet you've never been able to go somewhere on a date with all of them. I promise we'll pick somewhere busy, that way you won't stand out too much.'

You hesitated. You had been to places with all of them, of course. But never really on a date…

'We could do the funfair! It's always super crowded and no one will notice, trust me. The weekend after next? Saturday at eight. We'll meet you at the entrance.'

Before you could object, Sera grabbed your hand and shook it before running off with the leaving masses, leaving you behind slightly bewildered.

You blinked a few times and then chuckled. Sera was unlike anyone you had ever met. But it was nice having a human friend with whom you could be more open and trusting. It'd be nice to feel normal for a bit.

Minho was already standing by the car, waiting to take you home from school. Seeing him from a distance made your heart pound faster. Not just because he always looked so dashing in his brown suit, gray hair, and glasses, but because you were a little scared. He had been sweet to you this morning like he always was, but you had failed him as a goddess. You know how much he treasured you and knew how much you being his goddess meant to him, and you were scared he'd be mad at you for what you had done, or more so the lack thereof. You also knew how much Han meant to him and what it would do to him to see Han so sickly. With all of these thoughts swirling in your head, you took a deep breath and walked up to him.

You were slightly surprised to see that the dark circles around his eyes seemed to have almost disappeared. He looked healthier somehow, even though he'd had a long day of working.

'Hi Lino,' you said with a small voice as you approached him. He gave you a smile and a curt nod, holding the door open for you as you got into the car, but he didn't say anything.

During most of the drive, he was silent, and your heart started to sink again, lower and lower with every silent minute that passed by.

You were just about to say something, anything to break the silence. An apology or any words that could comfort him, tell him you were sorry and would never forgive yourself for what you had done when he suddenly spoke.

'It's not your fault you know,' he said suddenly and softly. You looked over at him somewhat startled. This was the last thing you expected him to say.

'I-what?' you said, feeling dumbstruck.

'You know it's not your fault right?' Minho repeated. 'None of us could've ever seen this coming,' he elaborated. You were silent for a second.

'But it is my fault,' you whispered, looking down at your lap, your heart sinking once more. Minho clicked his tongue.

'If you really wanna blame yourself, go ahead, but know that we don't,' he said simply. 'Honestly, we blame ourselves for not realizing what a mess we are without you,' he added softly. You weren't sure how to respond. You felt quite sheepish, staring out of the window, looking at the streets you passed by. 'We should've known we can't be without you anymore... And we should've called you to come back,' he said, then suddenly he clicked his tongue angrily, smacking his hands irritably against the steering wheel. 'I should've never listened to him!' He said with a sudden intensity, his eyes straight on the road. 'I begged him to call you, but he wouldn't let me. I could barely convince him to let Felix check him out. I don't know how Felix managed to convince him to let Hyunjin check on him as well…' Minho said, grabbing the steering wheel hard until his knuckles went white. You looked at him in shock. You couldn't remember if you had ever seen him so angry. 'He should've just let me call you,' he repeated with clenched teeth. 'It would've never gotten as far as it had. I know he's fine now, but he looked like dog shit,' he grumbled. His anger seemed to die down and he sighed, putting on his blinker and taking a right turn.

You were surprised with Minho's anger, which seemed to be directed at himself. This was not what you expected. You suddenly realized that the look on his face was nothing but a mirror of your own feelings; disappointment, annoyance, and anger, all directed at himself. You wanted to help him, to comfort him, but how could you, as you had no way of stopping yourself from feeling the same way.

'He's doing better now?' you repeated with a small voice, a lame attempt at making him feel better even though you barely did.

'Yeah, he is,' Minho said with a nod. He sounded calm again. You could see him straightening his shoulders and letting out a quiet sigh, as if to breathe out his feelings, before he started speaking again. 'He called me during the break and he seems to be back to normal again,' he said.

'He called you?' you asked, feeling hurt that Han hadn't contacted you in any way.

'Yeah, video call. He looked quite normal again, so don't worry about it, okay? It really wasn't your fault,' Minho said once more. But his words simply made you feel shittier. The fact that Han hadn't contacted you broke your heart. Was he angry with you? But Minho said they didn't blame you, even though you did yourself. Why hadn't he called you? Why?

'Han?' You knocked on his door softly, but there was no response. You knocked again, calling louder this time. Still, no response. You sighed, withdrawing your hand from the door and turning around. But just when you were about to take another step, you changed your mind. You knew Han was in there. You were sure. And according to all the other guys, he was doing fine now, almost like nothing ever happened. And Minho had assured you he wasn't mad at you, although you were mad at yourself. But you knew your heart would not be at ease until you saw him.

You turned around to face the door again. Maybe he was asleep. Maybe that's why he hadn't answered. You could imagine he hadn't slept too well for several days and now that he was better, it might've finally caught up to him.

You weren't one to go into other's rooms if they weren't there. You never really snooped, nor entered without their permission. But this time you didn't care. You had to see him for yourself. You had to be sure he was doing alright.

Slowly and quietly you turned the handle, opening the door to peek inside.

Han was sitting on his bed, his back turned to you as he seemed to be staring out of the window.

'Hannie?' you said his name softly, scared to startle him. He turned his head towards your voice but stopped halfway, showing he was listening but not responding, nor looking at you.

You bit your lip and walked over to him, but as soon as you got close to him he turned his face away from you. You stopped in your tracks, hesitating for a moment. No, you need to talk to him. Pushing through your anxiety you went to sit next to him on the bed.

'Hannie?' you said, repeating his name in a steadier voice this time. He still didn't look at you. You needed to make contact. You could feel your inner Goddess, like she was tapping you on the shoulder, asking you to give her space. You took a deep breath, in and out, and opened your mind.

Although his light shone bright, there was a certain dimness to it. Carefully, you took his hand into yours, caressing it with your thumb.

'I am sorry, Hannie,' you spoke softly, 'for letting you down. For not being there, and not doing my duty properly as your goddess.'

Finally, he turned his face to yours. His green eyes looked at you incredulously.

'How could you say such a thing?' he whispered, shaking his head and frowning. He grabbed the hand that you had used to stroke his tightly with both of his hands. 'Don't you ever say that again,' he said almost angrily. 'Don't you know how it hurts us when you are hurting?' he spoke.

You gave him a sad smile, squeezing his hands for a moment. As Minho had said, he hadn't blamed you for a second.

Suddenly he let go of your hands and turned his face away from yours again.

'It's me…' he whispered suddenly. 'I am the problem… I am… weak.' He said the words painfully, clearly disgusted with himself. It broke your heart. Tears welled up in your eyes.

'Don't you ever say that again,' you repeated his words back to him, your voice trembling with the pain you felt for him.

Han simply huffed, his eyes still locked on the floor. 'You know it's true y/n,' he said bitterly. 'I am weak. I was the only one who got sick, the only one affected so ridiculously. None of the other boys were even close to… my state of being,'

'But they were all sick,' you stopped him before he could continue. 'They told me none of them were feeling right. Everyone was unwell in their own way. Maybe you just didn't see because-'

'-Because I was the sickest of them all?' Han interrupted you. He scoffed. 'Yeah, like I said, none of them were close to being as "lovesick" as I was. Clearly, I am the weakest of the bunch,' he said angrily. 'I mean, I guess I've always known it. I mean look at them, look at their cool powers. Lino being time itself, Chan taking care of souls, Seungmin making this planet liveable, Hyunjin making life worth living. I mean I could go on, but it's clear all their powers are way cooler and way more important than mine. I mean what do I do? I talk to plants. So what? Big deal. Nothing cool or sexy about it. I should just-'

'Han Jisung!' You said his name so loudly and suddenly that he jumped. He instantly turned his head to face you once more, looking at you with big watery green eyes. You had never used his first name with him. From day one he had always been "Han" by his own request or "Hannie" since it sounded like the pet name "Honey" which he enjoyed. 'I won't allow you to talk about yourself like that,' you said sternly. Han simply scowled and was about to look away again when you grabbed both of his hands tightly and continued talking.

'You are everything,' you said to him slowly in a lowered voice, the words now coming from your heart. A small crease appeared between his brows and you continued. 'You are every breath we inhale and exhale. You are the light that keeps us warm and the shade that shelters us. You are the water we drink and the blue skies that we see. You are life,' you said insistently and seriously. You could see Han's jaw tightening, a habit he adopted from Chan. 'You are all of the others, as they are you. And without you, they wouldn't and couldn't be.' Your voice almost turned into a whisper and you paused for a second. You knew he was listening. Not just him, but his aethereal self. You could see how his light responded to your words. But his pained expression and self-doubt weren't gone yet.

'Without you, I wouldn't be,' you whispered to him, softly squeezing his hands. His face started to relax somewhat now. The painful knot in your chest that seemed to mirror his own lessened, even though your watery eyes weren’t dry just yet.

'Hannie,' you said his name once more, his sweet name that you loved to speak so much. His lips quivered for a moment. 'I can still remember back when I wasn't aware yet… The first time I saw your gift…' you said, the words suddenly feeling so emotional that they were hard to speak. 'I remember seeing you, just through the crack of the door, seeing you make that beautiful flower bloom,' you pointed over your shoulder at the plant on his drawers next to the door. 'It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen,' you whispered as a tear rolled down your face. Han looked at you, his brows slightly raised now, as his eyes were filling with tears too.

'You give life, Hannie,' you said, letting go of his hands and catching a tear on his cheek with your pinky finger. 'How can you forget that?'

'I-I haven't, I just-,' Han stammered as more tears fell from his face.

'You don't have to be cool or sexy. You don't have to be strong either,' you added. 'You just have to be you. You have to remember who you are, what you are. Don't let those human emotions get in your way of knowing how special you are,' you said, shaking your head.

Han nodded in response. The tears that were falling from his face seemed to contain the darkness that was covering his light. You looked into him, seeing his light shining brighter than ever as he softly smiled at you. You smiled back at him and sighed deeply. Your goddess retreated into the shadows once more, knowing that the job was done. You lean over to him, putting your forehead against his, noses aligned and touching. You felt yourself breathing in his scent, and the tears in your eyes finally seemed to dry.

'I've been such a fool, my love,' Han whispered. You smiled softly, your heads still touching. 'I let envy and frustration overtake me. You're right. I guess I forgot who I was there for a moment.'

You slowly withdrew your face from his, smiling at him and seeing him smile at you.

'It's okay Hannie, that's what I'm here for,' you said kindly to him.

'I know, but still, I was acting a little dramatic I guess,' Han said with a sheepish grin, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. 'Having a human part of us sometimes is a little-' he spoke, but suddenly stopped. He turned his head away from you, looked at the door, and frowned. He blinked a few times, then turned his head again, looking at the wall that was separating his room from Minho's. Han raised an eyebrow.

'Han? What is happening?' You asked, feeling apprehensive. Han put up a hand to silence you as he stared at the wall for another second before he looked down at the floor. He scoffed for a moment and then suddenly started laughing.

'Han what-?' you asked again, getting kind of concerned now. But he wasn't listening.

'No way,' he whispered to himself, getting up from the bed, and, for a moment, totally seeming to forget you. He walked a few paces, still looking down, before stopping again and chuckling once more. 'No way!' he laughed before looking at you again with a wide grin.

Startled by his unexpected reaction, you pulled at your goddess for help, but you instantly felt that it would be no use as if you had used up all of your credits for the day. You got up too now.

'Han, what-?' you repeated taking a few steps before it suddenly dawned on you. Han still didn't respond but simply grinned at you. 'Oh,' you breathed. Han simply nodded, understanding that you understood.

WRITERS NOTE

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[ ▶️ ] . . . SKZ 사우나 (SKZ SAUNA) #1 & #2｜[SKZ CODE(스키즈 코드)] Ep.37 & Ep.38

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└ Ep.37 ┐

♡ Aesthetic

When Felix enters the sauna, Chichi immediately quietly enters behind him and they sit inside together, a little pressed together as if that would somehow help them survive the heat [two boiled eggs].

CHICHI: I can't make it!

She called out and left the sauna on all fours after about a minute.

Changbin: If you can't stand five minutes in the heat, how can you stand seeing me on stage?

There was an awkward silence... [*cricket sound*]

As Seungmin was putting a mask on Hyunjin's face, Ichi reached over and took Hyunjin's hand gently.

CHICHI: Today I will be your manicurist, sir.

Hyunjin lifted his head up for a moment.

Hyunjin: Are you sure? Yours are always unpainted.

CHICHI: A good cook doesn't eat his dishes!

She assured quickly and took a cotton swab with liquid to wipe his nails first, then got down to her choice of nail polish.

CHICHI: Should I file them first?

She asked others, but more herself. Seungmin glanced at her from above the bowl with the mask.

Seungmin: No, because you'll still wipe his fingers...

CHICHI: Maybe it's a good thing, less work.

She replied as if nothing ever happened and got to work, and Hyunjin just looked at her with eyes big with fear [stressed ferret].

When Chichi finished Hyunjin's she sat down with Bang Chan and Jeongin with a sheet mask [all of them busy...]. She opened it with her teeth and, at the mirror, put it on her face, correcting it carefully with fingers.

CHICHI: Wow, it's really soft... How do I look?

Lee Know: Like a ghost.

He answered at once without even raising his head from above Han's nails. Ichi lowered her eyebrows. She squeezed out the rest of the serum from the package and approached Lino from behind, then began to massage it on his cheeks. Minho turned around immediately and hurriedly put the nail polish down on the floor, then pulled his towel off his head and started chasing her with it. Chichi squealed with laughter until she finally hid from Minho in the sauna. He, however, was fine with it - he sat down on the floor and leaned with his back against the sauna door so she couldn't get out. Chichi's face turned dark at this point...

In later scenes (after Chichi has already been released from the hot prison), Changbin can be seen in the background painting her nails just like his - he painted the nails of both of her pinky fingers pink, which they showed proudly in the scene where the members talked about what they received during their little spa time [perfect match of pink SKZ members!].

♡ Pillow Jenga

Lee Know: Let's do it by age, so Chichi begins!

Chichi laughed nervously and rubbed her fingers together.

CHICHI: Ah, what should I do...

She pondered a moment looking at the bottom row of Jenga pillows. She crouched by the tower and tried to pull out the middle pillow very carefully, but still a little too fast - the tower tilted and fell apart instantly. Chichi opened her mouth wide and froze as loud sounds rang out in the background - sounds of laughter, embarrassment, disbelief and disappointment.

Seungmin: How can you lose by being the first! After all, then how can it be the easiest!

Felix came up to her and crouched behind her embracing and shaking slightly.

Felix: How could you, how could you!

Chichi stood up and embarrassed faced the wall pretending to hit her forehead against it [total failure...].

Lee Know: It's time for punishment!

He opened the sauna door especially for her, and she went inside for three minutes without a word of objection.

I.N: I actually feel sorry for you.

He said that when Chichi lost in the second round as well. She looked at him hunched over near the sauna, from which she had only just emerged after her second punishment. Jeongin took her hand and took her with him to the cafeteria, where she could choose whatever she wanted on his private bill [the kindness of the youngest knows no limits].

└ Ep.38 ┐

♡ Consonant Game

Chichi was very focused, most of all of the members. Games that required knowledge of Korean were still stressful for her, and she was afraid that when she made a mistake the hate for her lack of knowledge of the language would return.

During the next song of the second round, Chichi did not speak at all, all the while silently looking at the given letters and moving her mouth mute. When she heard the hint that it was their choreographed song, Chichi jumped on Seungmin squealing loudly.

CHICHI: Red Lights, Red Lights!

Seungmin: Red Lights?

Bang Chan: Red Lights?

Everyone looked at the staff, who confirmed the answer, then their gaze immediately fell on Chichi.

HAN: She saved our food!

Changbin: Chichi, we apologize for everything!

He yelled pretending to cry with emotion.

Seungmin: She loves tonkatsu so much that it moved her brain cells.

After a successful game, everyone sat down to eat. When Hyunjin told a story from his childhood, Chichi also opened up and put down her chopsticks.

CHICHI: When I was young I had the opposite problem, it was impossible to get me to eat at all. I was able to not eat for days, because I just didn't feel hungry. Until one day I smelled something in our kitchen, something I hadn't known until then. When I went there it turned out that my mother was making tonkatsu. That was the first time I really craved food, I must have eaten about three plates. Since then I kept asking for it all the time! [this time she didn't have to - delicious tonkatsu on the Stray Kids table!]

Bang Chan: Who was the funniest person today?

I.N: Felix and... and Chichi.

Chichi stuck out her lower lip [the biggest loser of today].

Seungmin: She was condemned to the sauna practically all the time today.

HAN: I wonder why you chose the sauna and not the cold room.

Chichi looked at him and put down her chopsticks again.

CHICHI: Why didn't I do what?

She blinked in surprise.

CHICHI: I had the choice?!

Lee Know: No, we had the choice. You didn't.

He nodded and continued eating, while Chichi threw the soy sauce package at him.

Chichi was the last to get her key from Felix, as she didn't answer any previous questions in order to stay as long as possible and eat tonkatsu. She only left the dining room with Hyunjin and Felix.

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[memoiresofaneternaldreamer]

SKZ Smut Drabbles are CLOSED!

Thank you all for requesting - everything will be written an posted in the next couple of weeks. 💟

Prompts in green are confirmed to be written. Prompts in orange are doubles that are pending and I’ll write them if I have enough time and inspiration. If your prompt is not on the list it sadly did not make the cut.

"I want to hear you beg." - 1:11 + Jisung

"Arch your back for me." - 9:29 + Jeongin

"You look better with my hands around your neck."

"Swallow it. All of it." 7:25 + Chan

"God, you feel so fucking good."

"Suck on it."

"You're so fucking hot."

"Open your legs for me, baby. I wanna see you." - 10:13 + Hyunjin

"Don't hold back."

“Ah, fuck.”

"That noise...keep making it." - 7:27 + Felix

"Wrap your legs around my waist." - 2:34 + Hyunjin

"Let's make this quick."

"Don't close your eyes, baby. Look at me." - 3:27 + Changbin

"You're mine."

"Such a good little pup, aren't you?" - 1:28 + Minho

“Faster—ah shit—harder…” - 5:35 + Chan

"I wanna go again."

“I want you. I need you.” - 8:21 + Minho

“Huh…uh…keep going.”

“Wait—uh—do…do that again.” - 8:37 + Seungmin

"Mark me. Mark me so everyone knows who I belong to."

"Don't be gentle with me—I like it when you're rough."

"One more time! Please!" - 1:27 + Jisung

"Fuck—uh! I love it when you touch me like that." - 2:37 + Seungmin

[luckyroll3]

Chapter 37

Masterlist

"Alright, it’s still early,” Chris says, attempting to calm the room when everyone starts to spiral as we realize Hyunjin is missing.

Time ticks by slowly as we wait, hoping for his arrival soon, and with each passing minute, the worry in the air grows thicker.

“Ok,” Jeongin says, breaking the tense silence in the room, his fingers flying over the keyboard. “I have him leaving the property about an hour ago,” he says, his eyes flickering between multiple screens across his three monitors. “And I can track him for up to 15 minutes after that through traffic light, ATM, and some business security cameras. After that…. nothing.”

Chris and I walk over to stand behind Jeongin, our gazes fixed on the screens as he plays back the footage.

“Run through the videos again,” Chris requests. Jeongin nods and cues up the videos to restart.

As we watch, my eyes catch something unusual. “Pause it, Innie. Look right there.” My finger traces a trail of blood starting from Hyunjin’s lower right abdomen and continuing down his pant leg.

“He’s injured,” Chris confirms grimly.

“And the stain is larger with each video,” I observe. “He probably didn’t even notice he was injured when he left the house; too much adrenaline, I bet. But given how it is spreading, he’s losing a lot of fucking blood. Do you think he maybe went to the emergency room?” I ask Chris.

“Hyunjin doesn’t trust hospitals,” Changbin called out from the couch, an ice pack pressed to his bare chest at the bullet’s point of impact.

“Bin’s right,” Chris agrees as he starts to pace the room. “Hyunjin wouldn’t go to the hospital or ask anyone else for help besides us. He’d try to make his way back here. Let's give him some time. If we haven't heard anything in an hour or two, we'll go out looking for him." The others nod in agreement.

Two hours later, Hyunjin is still unaccounted for. Finally, Chris declares that it is time to search for him. Minho and Felix volunteer to go, disappearing into the night. The rest of us wait with bated breath, trying to distract ourselves with tending to wounds and cleaning weapons.

Less than 30 minutes later, they return, carrying a limp and bloody Hyunjin between them. They found him not too far from the SKZ compound, lying in a ditch, unconscious and still bleeding. My heart lurches at the sight of him as Changbin, Han and Jeongin clear off the dining room table so they can lay his body on top.

I immediately spring into action, my medical instincts kicking in. I pull his shirt up to expose the wound; he’d been stabbed, deeply, and had lost a significant amount of blood, so much so that his skin color was gray.

“Shit!” I say when I realize how badly he’s been hurt. “Someone hand me those kitchen towels,” I demand. “Now!” Seungmin quickly tosses me the three towels hanging from the stove and I press them to Hyunjin’s stab wound.

I look up at Chris and I can see he’s seconds away from breaking and losing his shit. I can feel the waves of anxiety and worry radiating off of him. This was exactly what he feared – one of us getting hurt during this dangerous mission. And he was already on edge from Changbin getting shot. “Take over here,” I whisper to Minho. “Apply pressure. We need to try to stop the bleeding. Felix, get more towels and some alcohol.”

“Got it,” Minho replies as his hands replace mine. Felix nods and heads to the back.

I walk over to Chris and cup his face in my hands, drawing his attention away from Hyunjin to me. I stare deeply in his eyes. “Hey…. Chris,” I say firmly, trying to calm him down. He still looks over my head. “Chan!” I say more forcefully, causing his eyes to snap to mine. “Hey. It’s okay. He’s gonna be fine. I’ll take care of him. You trust me, right?”

He nods slowly, still looking shaken. “I trust you,” he replies quietly. I bring his lips to mine for a soft kiss, hoping it will ease his nerves.

“Good. Binnie…?” I look over at him and nod for him to join us.

“I got it,” Changbin says confidently as he appears besides us, understanding the situation and taking charge as he pulls on his tank top. “Channie hyung, let’s go discuss next steps.” Chris nods and allows Bin to lead him out of the room with Han following closely behind them, rounding out the leadership team.

With Chris being cared for, my focus narrows back to the task at hand. Felix returns with several more large towels, a bottle of rubbing alcohol, and a first aid kit. With steady hands, I clean and stitch the wound, murmuring words of encouragement to Hyunjin’s unconscious form.

As I wipe my hands in one of the towels, I notice that his chest isn’t moving. I bring my cheek close to his nose, but can’t feel anything. He’s not breathing.

“Fuck!” I yell before immediately tilting back his head, pinching his nose, and placing my mouth on his to blow air into his chest.

“What? What happened?” Minho asks.

I start chest compressions. “He’s not breathing Min. I need you to breathe for me. Two breaths, okay?”

Minho nods and repositions Hyunjin’s head while he waits for my signal. After 30 compressions, I nod at him.

“C’mon Jinnie,” I mutter under my breath, willing him to breathe as I restart the compressions. I look up and see Seungmin watching us with a look of annoyance on his face, but I can tell it’s masking his fear. Felix and Jeongin are also watching as well, tears in their eyes. I look away so that I don’t start crying too. Minho and I get into a rhythm alternating between the compressions and the breaths. “C’mon. C’mon. You can’t leave us now.” After our fifth or sixth round of CPR, Hyunjin gasps loudly. I sigh, relief washing over me again for the night.

His eyes flutter open and he looks disoriented for a moment before his gaze locks onto mine with a flicker of recognition.

“Welcome back,” I whisper, gently squeezing his hand, then placing a kiss on his cheek. “You scared us there for a second.”

Hyunjin tries to sit up, but Minho and I immediately restrain him.

“Easy Jinnie,” Minho says soothingly, “You need to stay down and let us take care of you.” Hyunjin nods weakly, his eyes searching the faces around him. He sees the concern in our eyes and a glimmer of understanding dawns in his.

"I'm sorry," he whispers. "I didn't mean to worry you all. I should have messaged when I realized I was injured.”

“Fucking pabo,” Seungmin says softly before throwing his arms around Hyunjin.

—

A few days later, the nine of us board the private jet to head back home. I glance around and notice that Sam, the flight attendant with the thing for Chris, is nowhere to be seen. Instead, there’s a brunette flight attendant, all efficiency and courtesy sans the excessive familiarity.

I settle into the seat next to Chris, the plush leather cradling me and I watch him. He catches my gaze and gives me a small, reassuring smile, a silent communication passing between us. His eyes are crystal clear at this moment — reassurance mingled with an unspoken apology. It becomes evident; he has orchestrated this change for my sake.

I touch his arm. “Chris, you didn’t have to do that,” I say softly.

“Of course I did.” He places his hand over mine and leans in to give me a kiss.

“She didn’t need to lose her job over this. I was fine with her… even if she was doing the most.”

“She didn’t. I just asked them to reassign her to a different jet. It wasn’t a big deal.”

You smile warmly at him. “Thank you.” I kiss him on the cheek before sitting back and securing my seatbelt.

Minutes later, we are in the air. Once we reach cruising altitude, I drift over to the center of the plane where Changbin is sitting, working on his laptop. The light above casts a warm glow on his dark hair, and despite the confined space, he emanates a sense of calm strength. I slide into the seat next to him.

“My turn to get attention now?” He looks up from the screen and raises an eyebrow, a cute smirk crossing his lips.

I laugh. “I can return to my seat,” I say incredulously.

“No! Don’t!” he laughs. His arm snakes around my waist, pulling me onto his lap.

I lean down to place a quick kiss on his lips. “Hi,” I say softly.

“Hi,” he replies before kissing me more deeply. I can feel him smiling against my lips.

I push him away and scoot back over into my seat. “How are you feeling about everything?”

Changbin's expression softens, his eyes growing thoughtful. He closes his laptop and turns to face me fully. "Honestly? It's been a whirlwind. I'm still processing everything that's happened."

I nod, understanding completely. The past few days have been intense, to say the least.

"But," he continues, reaching out to take my hand, "I'm happy. Really happy. It feels like everything is falling into place, you know?"

I squeeze his hand, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. "I know exactly what you mean."

We sit in comfortable silence for a moment, the hum of the jet engines a soothing background noise. Then Changbin's brow furrows slightly.

"What about you? How are you handling all of this?" he asks, his thumb tracing circles on the back of my hand.

“It’s been a lot. But you guys have all been great. I haven’t had anyone take care of me like you guys have in a very long time.” I pause and look into his eyes. “And you and Chris…”

“I’ve been thinking about us too.”

Us is still a novel concept — a triad of hearts entwined in a relationship we are all still learning to navigate. I lean closer to him, our conversation winding through dreams and fears of this new dynamic, laughter mingling with moments of pensive silence.

“When we get back,” Changbin starts, breaking our latest round of silence, “I want us to spend more time together.” He locks eyes with mine and touches my face. “Just the two of us,” he whispers before kissing me deeply.

“That can be arranged,” I whisper back.

“Good.” He kisses the tip of my nose before turning back to the laptop. We sit there together, fingers intertwined as he works.

Time slips by, and I move back to sit with Chris. He’s also busy working. I notice how the ambient light plays off his features, sharpening his jawline and deepening the shadows in the hollows of his cheeks. There is a gravity to him, a relentless force that always draws me in. As I sip my drink, I stare at him.

“I hate when you do that,” he grumbles, his eyes still glued to the screen.

“Do what,” I ask innocently.

“Stare at me like that.” He finally closes the laptop and turns to me, a playful smirk on his lips.

“But you’re so pretty. I can’t help it.” I smirk back, teasing him. “And you love it.”

“I love you,” he chuckles. He leans in to kiss me as his hand caresses my knee before slipping up my thigh. He pulls his lips away and takes a sip of his own drink.

I nestle my head into the crook of his shoulder, relishing in the warmth and comfort it provides. My gaze drifts to the glass in my hand, condensation forming on its cool surface. “Are we really doing this? The three of us?” I trace a finger over the rim of the glass.

“It’s what you want, right?” He runs his fingers through my hair. I nod. “Then we’re doing it. We’ll figure it out.”

"Figure it out," I echo, letting the words settle between us. The plane dips slightly, an air pocket jolting us, causing me to grip onto his arm for stability. It’s a tangible reminder of the potential turbulence awaiting us. “I’ll need to figure out how to split my time evenly with the two of you,” I say, my mind already racing with logistics. “You’ll be okay with that?”

He smiles understandingly and kisses my forehead. "As much as I always want you to myself, I'll be fine with whatever makes you happy." He kisses my cheek next, then whispers in my ear, “As long as I get to watch sometimes…”

I can’t help but laugh. “Okay.”

“Okay.” He pulls me in closer against him. I snuggle in against his neck and close my eyes.

—

A few days later, I'm back at my clinic. I push open the front door, its familiar jingle a comforting reminder of normalcy. Lacey and Cece are both at the front desk when I walk in.

"Dr. Miller, you're back!" Cece greets me with her usual exuberance. She sets her folders down on the desk. "How was Korea?"

"An adventure," I reply, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

“Tell us everything,” Lacey pipes up when she sets the phone down. They both bombard me with questions about the trip. I lie about sight seeing and culinary experiences and keep everything else about the trip vague.

“But it’s good to be home,” I add. “What have I missed?”

The two of them spend a few minutes catching me up. As Lacey hands me my mail from the past week, she says, “Oh by the way, that detective has called for you a couple times. The hot one, not the creepy one.” She flips through her message pad. “Cruz. Detective Cruz. He’s been pretty persistent. Here.” She rips out one of the pages and hands it to me.

A chill skates down my spine at the mention of the name. I had completely forgotten about the detectives looking into Chris and the syndicate. "Thanks, Lacey," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I'll get back to him a little later."

I settle back into my work routine, reviewing files, seeing patients, and reassuring their owners. After lunch, the message from Detective Cruz catches my eyes. I pace back and forth in my office, before making the decision to call him.

I perch on the edge of my desk, phone in hand. The hum of the air conditioning unit is a low drone as I dial the number Detective Cruz had left with Lacey. My finger hovers over the call button, uncertainty knotting my stomach. With a deep breath, I press down, bringing the phone to my ear.

After a few rings, a warm voice comes through the line. “This is Cruz.”

“Hi Detective Cruz. This is Dr. Kay Miller. I understand you’ve been trying to reach me.”

“Dr. Miller. I’m glad you called me back. I’d love to continue the conversation we had in your office, about your partner, Chris,” he says, getting right to the point.

“As I mentioned before, I don’t really have any information to share.”

“Yes, I remember. But you may have unintentionally seen or heard something that might be relevant to our ongoing investigation.”

My heart races, knowing that he’s right; I have seen and heard a lot. “Am I obligated to speak with you Detective?”

There’s a pause. “No, ma’am. But your cooperation would be greatly appreciated. At the very least, this conversation might help clear Chris as a suspect on a couple of things…”

I close my eyes, thinking of Chris, of Changbin, and the rest of SKZ. Of the world I've become entangled in. "I'll need to think about it, Detective. I'll get back to you."

“Alright. Well you have my number. Thank you Dr. Miller.” He ends the call.

I find the burner phone and immediately message Chris.

Shark: That detective has called several times. He wants me to come in and speak with him.

Wolf: Let’s discuss tonight at dinner. 7:00pm?

Shark: Okay.

I toss the phone back into my bag. Seconds later, Cece knocks on my door. “Hey Dr. Miller. Bailey’s ready for you in the exam room and I’ve set up all her vaccinations.”

“Thanks. I’ll be there in a minute.”

I recenter myself and turn back to my job, leaving the issue of the investigation for later.

—

The rich aroma of garlic and herbs wafts through Chris’ penthouse as I step inside. My stomach growls, reminding me I've barely eaten all day.

Chris looks up from the stove, a dish towel draped over his shoulder, looking impossibly handsome in a simple black t-shirt and black jeans.

"Perfect timing," he says as he walks towards me, pulling me in for a kiss. "Dinner's almost ready."

I follow him to the dining table. It’s set with fine china and flickering candles, oddly domestic for a man who orchestrates criminal empires.

"This looks amazing," I say, settling into a chair. "What's the occasion?"

Chris’ eyes gleam as he pours us each a glass of red wine. "Can't I just want to spoil my girl?" He kisses me again before heading back to the kitchen. I hear music coming through the speakers in the kitchen, dining area, and living room.

He returns moments later with two steaming plates of linguini and pesto chicken.

The amber glow of the setting sun bleeds through the picturesque windows in Chris’ penthouse, painting a warm hue across the table. The soft clink of silverware against porcelain provides an oddly soothing addition to the soundtrack of the evening.

"So," Chris says between bites, "I've been meaning to fill you in on some of the developments."

I raise an eyebrow, still getting used to these candid conversations about his work. "Oh?"

He nods, setting down his fork. "Since taking over, Changbin, Han, and I are focusing on expanding our local success globally across the broader network. Seungmin and Jeongin have already tackled much of the work with regards to infrastructure in key spots, but now we can implement it everywhere."

"That sounds… ambitious," I reply, careful with my words.

Chris’ lips quirk into a half-smile. "It is. But the potential payoff is massive – more power, more money, more influence."

I take a sip of wine, mulling over his words. Part of me is still amazed at how easily we can discuss his criminal empire over dinner, like it's any other business.

"There are some challenges, though," he continues, his expression growing serious. "I could use your input, actually."

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "My input? On Syndicate business?"

He reaches over and takes my hand. "Kay, your strategic mind is one of the things I admire most about you. Plus, you’re on the outside of this. You see things we may be blind to and that different perspective is helpful." He kisses my hand. “I trust your judgement. I trust you.”

I feel a warmth spread through my chest at his words. It's a far cry from the early days of our relationship when he kept me in the dark about everything.

"What kind of challenges are we talking about?" I ask, leaning forward. I listen intently, my eyes locked on his as he speaks.

Chris outlines some of the issues they're facing. "There’s pushback from rival factions, of course, but we're handling it.” I find myself fully engaged, offering suggestions and asking probing questions. He continues. “We're also in talks with a few other organizations about potential mergers or partnerships. It's all part of our plan to solidify our position, expand reach, and increase profits." He pauses, waiting for my reaction. “What do you think?” he asks, genuinely curious about my opinion.

I draw a deep breath as I collect my thoughts. "For starters, any expansion will require solid alliances—ones based on mutual respect, not just fear or financial gain. It sounds like you have that in place with many of the Syndicate members already, so it’s a matter of building up trust with the ones who are hesitant.” He nods. “More transparency within the organization might help. I know criminal organizations tend to thrive off of secrets, but fewer secrets mean fewer weak spots open to exploitation. Well, as transparent as you can be."

"Transparency," he echoes thoughtfully, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Could work. They’ll feel like we’ve welcomed them into the inner circle."

"You know," I say, a thought occurring to me, "we could think about rolling out your infrastructure expansion in phases. You’ve already done your priority areas; maybe you focus next on the parts of your network that often don’t get a lot of attention. It would help build goodwill. Also, you might want to create some buffer zones to protect your core interests. At least until the pushback has been minimized."

Chris’ eyes light up. "This is brilliant, Kay. This is exactly why I value your perspective." He finishes the wine in his glass. “There’s also the matter of keeping the Syndicate insulated from… extra attention,” he says, a clear reference to the investigation looming over them. ‘Extra attention’ is a delicate way to put it given the persistence of the detectives.

“I spoke to Detective Cruz. He wants to have a ‘conversation’ with me.” I use air quotes.

“What did you say?”

“That I’d think about it and get back to him.”

Chris refills both of our wine glasses.

“I think you should meet with him,” he says, his voice low and serious.

My eyes widen in surprise. "Are you sure? Wouldn't that be risky?"

Chris' lips curl into a sly smile. "On the contrary, it's an opportunity. Use it as reconnaissance. You can play the role of the naive girlfriend. Find out what they know, or think they know, about us.”

I consider this, chewing my lower lip. "I guess I could do that. And if I can get anything on their plans?"

"Then we're a step ahead.” His hand caresses my cheek. “Just use your natural curiosity to your advantage."

As his fingers trace my jawline, I feel a surge of confidence. "Okay, I'll do it."

Chris’ eyes darken with desire. "That's my girl," he murmurs, leaning in to capture my lips in a searing kiss. “Come here,” he whispers, taking my hand and pulling me out of my chair and onto his lap.

I straddle him and place my arms around his neck. The wine has left a pleasant warmth in my chest, mingling with the heat of desire sparked by his touch. His hands settle on my hips, fingers digging in slightly. I kiss him deeply as the music continues to play softly in the background, setting a mellow and sensual tone for the room.

I pull away to catch my breath, but lean in, pressing my forehead against Chris'.

"You know," I murmur, my lips brushing against his as I speak, "I should be mad at you for putting me in this position with the police."

Chris' chuckle is low and rich. "But you're not, are you?" His hands slide up my sides, leaving trails of fire in their wake. He presses his lips to my neck.

I shake my head, a small smile playing on my lips. "No, I'm not. God help me, but I'm actually excited about it."

His eyes darken further, a primal hunger evident in their depths. "That's because you fit, Kay. You fit in my world." He continues kissing my neck. “You’re amazing, you know that?” he murmurs, one hand sliding up my back to tangle in my hair. “Smart, beautiful, strategic. I couldn’t ask for a better partner.”

“Partner, huh?” His words send a thrill through me. I cradle his face and bring it back up to mine, leaning in and brushing my lips against his. “I like the sound of that,” I whisper against his mouth.

Chris growls low in his throat, pulling me closer. His lips crash into mine, hungry and demanding. I melt into him, my fingers threading through his hair as I deepen the kiss.

I slide my hands down his chest and stomach, coming to rest on the waistband of his jeans. I unbutton them, then slip my hand inside, wrapping my fingers delicately around his hardening cock. "Mmm," I moan, my voice thick with desire.

His hand trails up my thigh, slipping under my skirt and between my legs, his fingers teasing me through the fabric barrier of my underwear. I whimper into the kiss, needing more. My heart races as we break apart for air.

"God, you're so sexy," he whispers against my lips before kissing along my jawline.

I gasp as he pulls my panties to the side and slides his fingers into my wetness.

I arch my back, pressing myself against his hand as he expertly works his fingers. Simultaneously, I stroke him in rhythm, feeling him grow harder under my touch. My breath comes in short gasps as pleasure builds within me; it mingles with his breath in the small space between us.

"Chris," I moan, my voice barely above a whisper.

He captures my lips again in a searing kiss, swallowing my moans as his fingers continue their relentless pace. My free hand grips his shoulder tightly, my nails digging into his skin through his shirt.

"That's it, baby," he murmurs against my lips. "Let go for me."

His thumb finds my clit, circling it in time with the thrusting of his fingers. The dual sensations send me spiraling over the edge. I cry out, burying my face in his neck as waves of pleasure wash over me.

Chris’ fingers continue to work in and on me as I breathe through my orgasm. When I start to come down from my high, and my senses come back to me, I slip his now rock hard cock out.

"I need you inside me," I whisper urgently, my voice husky with desire.

He doesn't need to be told twice. In one swift motion, he removes his fingers from me and lifts me up, bringing me down hard on his dick. I cry out in pleasure, my head falling back. Chris sets a steady pace thrusting upwards as he grips my hips tightly; I match it as I rock my hips back and forth.

We glide together, our bodies moving in tandem while the chair groans beneath us. His breath is hot against my ear as he whispers dirty words that send shivers down my spine and make me shudder with pleasure.

I lean back, bracing my hands on his knees for leverage as I ride him. He groans in approval. The new angle allows him to hit even deeper inside me, drawing a loud moan from my lips.

"Fuck, Kay," he groans, his eyes raking over my body. "You're so beautiful like this."

His words spur me on, and I increase my pace, chasing my second orgasm. Chris' hands move to my breasts, his thumb brushing over and pinching my nipple through the fabric of my dress. The added stimulation pushes me closer to the edge and my moans grow louder.

"Mmmm," he encourages. "Come for me again, baby girl."

I feel the pressure building inside me, a coiling tension ready to snap. Chris seems to sense how close I am, because one of his hands slides back to my clit and he starts pinching it softly.

“Oh god,” I whisper. “Oh god, oh god, oh god.” My words continue to get louder until my body stills, seconds before the explosion behind my clit spreads through the rest of my body making me quiver so violently, my arms collapse behind me. Chris quickly wraps his arms around my back, preventing me from falling back by pulling me against his chest. My body continues to tremble in his arms as he continues thrusting. Soon after, he buries his face in my neck as he cums too.

We stay like that for a moment, holding each other close as we catch our breaths. I can feel Chris' heart racing against my chest, matching the rapid beat of my own.

Finally, I lift my head from his shoulder and meet his gaze. My fingers trace lazy patterns on the nape of his neck. His eyes are soft, filled with warmth and affection. He tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear, his touch gentle.

"That was..." I trail off, still a bit breathless.

"Amazing," he finishes for me, leaning in to place a tender kiss on my lips.

I nod in agreement, running my fingers through his hair. We stay like this for a while, exchanging soft kisses and gentle caresses.

"I love you," he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.

"I love you too," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.

I rest my head on his shoulder, feeling safe and cherished in his embrace. I can feel his hands rubbing my back gently. After a few minutes, Chris shifts beneath me.

"As much as I'd love to stay like this all night," he says with a chuckle, "we should probably clean up."

I nod, reluctantly climbing off his lap. My legs feel a bit wobbly as I stand, and Chris steadies me with a hand on my waist.

“You good?” he says with a smirk

“Yeah,” I reposition my underwear and flip my dress back down. He stands up himself and readjusts his member back in his pants.

I help him clear the table, walking the dishes to the sink. As I turn on the water, Chris kisses the back of my neck.

“I got this,” he whispers. “Go get cleaned up and I’ll meet you in bed.”

“You sure?” I turn around to face him. “You did all the cooking….”

“I’m sure.” He kisses me again. “Go ahead.”

“Thank you.” I kiss his cheek. As I walk away, I smack his ass. “I expect everything to be spotless!” I yell over my shoulder.

He chuckles. “Yes, ma’am!”

A/N: One chapter remaining!!! Hope you're all having nice holidays!

[minzbins-moved]

minho moments [37/∞]

[luvvvivii]

"i love you" — l.fl

pairing - idol!felix x gn!reader

genre - fluff, imagine

wc - 705

warnings - not proofread (surprise surprise), a bunch of pet names used (my love, angel, dear), lmk if more

a/n - I'm back suckas!!! 😋 enjoy this small felix post whilst I start to get back into the groove of writing (also abt the writing, times next to the date is in readers time zone)

synopsis - in which your idol boyfriend sends you voice notes whilst he's away

02.16.23 — 1:05 am

"good morning dear. actually, I think it's night for you right now? you better be asleep, alright? haha, it feels odd not being able to speak to each other how we usually would, doesn't it? but I guess this is what idol life is like? *chuckle* anyways, how was your day? did you do anything fun today? I hope you're eating good as well…I might head out for a bit with chan, so I'll talk with you later? sweet dreams angel. I love you!"

02.17.23 — 6:37 pm

"hey yn, you're asleep right? this is usually when you have your evening naps. don't be taking an all nighter again after this, though. I know you really like that show but sleep is important too you know? *chuckle*...today is day one of our concert in melbourne. I'm back in australia after so long, and I'm super excited! it's a shame I can't be here with you right now, but at least I can still update you and stuff. I can't wait to meet even more stays—oh, that's minho calling. sorry yn, got to go. I'll update you all about it after! enjoy the rest of your night, I love you."

02.18.23 — 12:53 pm

"hey dear, have you eaten yet? sorry I couldn't send any voice notes this morning, I woke up late and had to rush. day two of our concert was amazing! oh gosh, I wish you were here. hey, I don't think I told you about the dream I had last night, did I? well, we were just about to head to sydney for our tour there, and then suddenly you gave us a surprise visit! that's pretty much it, I woke up after that. haha, it seemed so real I even looked around for you whilst I was still half awake! *sigh* well, I think I'm going to go to sleep now, sorry for such a boring voice note today. have a good day, I love you angel."

02.20.23 — 3:31 pm

"yn, I'm so tired. but I can't go to sleep. *laugh* I was on my phone and got completely carried away, and now it's two am!...I think I might just start yapping about something with you, like how we always do when neither of us can sleep. that's what always helps me get tired…not that I'm saying you're boring! *chuckle* what I'm trying to say is…I just feel so at ease when I know that you're listening to me talk…let's not get depressed now, haha. how is your day going dear? doing anything fun today? make sure to send pictures, I haven't been able to see your pretty face in a while. you know, I think I might head off now, starting to feel a bit drowsy. we've got day one in sydney tomorrow, so I'll probably talk to you about it all later. goodnight my love, I love you to the moon and back."

02.21.23 — 2:01 am

"yn! it's finally day one in sydney! ah, I really wish you were here right now. you'll be cheering me on from back at home, right? I know you'll be looking for videos after the concert haha. make sure to have fun today angel! and I'll make sure to pour my heart and soul into the performances for you, like I always do. sorry for this voice note being so short, but I've got to go. I love you!"

02.22.23 — 3:19am

"sydney day 2! ah, you really don't understand how overwhelming this experience is, yn. this is absolutely crazy, but I've probably already said this a ton, right? *laugh*...you know, I hope one day we can travel to australia together, and I could show you all my favourite places to go and things to do from when I was a kid. but that's saved for the future! just wait a bit longer, my love, I'll be back home faster than you can believe. and cheer me on today as well, alright! I'll do the same for you dear. I've got to go now, an exciting concert ahead. I love you."

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[writingmeraki]

# PRI'S MISCELLANEOUS MASTERLIST ❀

here lies all miscellaneous works ranging from every series,movies or even person I'm obsessed with at the moment !

# INDEX :

⟨ ✾⟩ : angst.

⟨☆⟩ : crack/humour.

⟨⚘⟩ : fluff.

⟨✦⟩ : romance.

⟨✰⟩ : reader's favourite.

⟨♡⟩ : personal/author's favourite.

SK NT.

❀ CHO GUESUNG

oneshots

worth it ? [ ⚘ ✦]

When your best friend, the one and only Heechan, sets you up with someone who he knows is the perfect match for you, you begin to contemplate his words when said perfect match almost leaves you stranded. Definitely not the first impression Guesung had hoped for.

mini series

fools of love : part 1 | part 2 [ ⚘ ✾✦] [ ✰ ]

being jealous of the stars in your eyes whenever you smiled because he knew they were caused by anyone but him or so he thought.

drabbles

angel kisses [⚘ ] [ ♡ ]

headcanons

guesung as a dad ! [ ⚘ ]

❀ SON HEUNGMIN

drabbles

[ 11 : 37 ] [⚘] [ ♡ ]

❀ LEE KANGIN

drabbles

hey stupid, I love you ! [ ⚘ ✦]

XO,KITTY.

❀ MIN HO

oneshots

you're no good for me. [ ⚘ ☆✦] [ ✰♡ ]

five times you thought he didn't care and the one time he showed you he did.

( or five times you were oblivious to how much he truly cared and the one time he made it obvious. )

mini series

hot & cold ! : part 1 [ ⚘ ✾✦] [ ✰ ]

Feeling the warm butterflies in your stomach as well as the cold sinking feeling in your heart wasn't the best especially just because of one person nonetheless you think it was worse because that person was none other than the guy you apparently hated with your entire existence.

( or you long crossed the blurry lines of love and hate when it came to Minho and were both just idiotic enough to not realise that until you had to force it out of yourself because of your stupidity.)

drabbles

cherry flavoured lips, blueberry stained tongue.

i heart u ! [ ⚘ ✦]

texts/smau

bf minho texts | a mini follow up ! [ ⚘ ☆✦]

headcanons

minho as your bee eff &lt;3 ! [ ⚘ ✦] [ ✰♡ ]

❀ KIM DAEHEON

nothing yet !

❀ YURI HAN

nothing yet !

...more to come !

ONE PIECE LIVE ACTION ( 2023 )

❀ RORONOA ZORO

mini series

hazy eyes, clear thoughts : part 1 [ ✦♡]

in which letting your drunken mouth spill your sober thoughts leads you to a very unexpected consequence. ( read: everyone saw it coming except you and **** )

drabbles

cold enough to chill my bones. [ ⚘ ✦♡ ]

texts/smau

would u still love me if i were a worm ? [ ⚘✦☆ ]

zoro bf texts ! [ ⚘✦☆ ]

series

eyes don't lie | masterlist [ ✦⚘ ☆ ✾♡ ]

In a twisted series of events that rendered you useless and completely hopeless, you would laugh at yourself if you knew that a cheery ball of sunshine and his crew of crooked pirates would end up saving your life and apparently also changing the whole trajectory of what you'd always thought was your future. ( or in which you learn what it's like to live as you embark on a journey with the supposed king of pirates and his crew where one particular mold green headed dumbass always irked your heartbeat, maybe you needed a cardiologist. )

❀ VINSMOKE SANJI

texts/smau

would u still love me if i were a worm ? [ ⚘✦☆ ]

❀ MONKEY D. LUFFY

texts/smau

would u still love me if i were a worm ? [ ⚘✦☆ ]

all written works as well as images and edits (unless credited) belong to pri. do not plagiarise, repost, re-edit or claim as yours. pics mostly found on pinterest.

writingmeraki Ⓒ 2023-24

[serafilms]

2023 spotify wrapped masterlist!

event info here

Your Top Songs 2023

song 1! ditto + na jaemin

song 2! _____ + tim drake

song 3! i’m in love with you + tartaglia

song 4! sweeter than fiction + remus lupin

song 5! _____ + tim drake

song 6! _____ + damian wayne

song 7! jelly pop + percy jackson

song 8! _____ + park jongseong

song 9! _____ + jason todd

song 10! _____ + tim drake

song 11! _____ + sampo kowski

song 12! the very first night + jing yuan

song 13! about you + jason todd

song 14! _____ + nikolai lantsov

song 15! 10:36 + dan heng

song 16! _____ + kaz brekker

song 17! cupid + tim drake

song 18! _____ + dick grayson

song 19! ballad of a homeschooled girl + percy jackson

song 20! _____ + park jongseong

song 21! _____ + jason todd

song 22! _____ + dick grayson

song 23! try hard + park sunghoon (birthday special!)

song 24! message in a bottle + aang

song 25! hope ur ok + jason todd

song 26! _____ + kaveh

song 27! _____ + damian wayne

song 28! hits different + nishimura riki

song 29! _____ + percy jackson

song 30! _____ + leo valdez

song 31! _____ + percy jackson

song 32! _____ + gally

song 34 _____ + leo valdez

song 35! candy + nishimura riki

song 37! _____ + ten

song 38! _____ + regulus black

song 39! _____ + marauders

song 40! _____ + tim drake

song 41! _____ + connor stoll

song 42! _____ + nikolai lantsov

song 43! _____ + lee minho

song 44! long story short + lee anton

song 46! _____ + connor stoll

song 47! _____ + percy jackson

song 48! _____ + choi soobin

song 49! _____ + choi yeonjun

song 52! _____ + gally

song 53! magic + percy jackson

song 54! _____ + choi beomgyu

song 55! one in a billion + jake sim

song 56! you’re on your own, kid + choi soobin

song 57! _____ + kaedehara kazuha

song 58! _____ + keith kogane

song 59! _____ + draco malfoy

song 60! _____ + lee donghyuck

song 61! _____ + draco malfoy

song 62! _____ + draco malfoy

song 63! _____ + kim sunoo

song 64! _____ + nishimura riki

song 67! _____ + theodore nott

song 69! loser of the year + dick grayson

song 70! _____ + xiao

song 71! _____ + xiao

song 72! you belong with me + newt (tmr)

song 73! _____ + kaedehara kazuha

song 74! _____ + yang jungwon

song 75! _____ + kim gyuvin

song 76! now that we don’t talk + yang jungwon

song 77! car crash + jing yuan

song 79! _____ + marauders

song 81! _____ + alhaitham

song 82! _____ + percy jackson

song 83! _____ + leo valdez

song 84! _____ + kaz brekker

song 86! _____ + nishimura riki

song 87! _____ + lee sohee

song 88! _____ + dainsleif

song 89! _____ + neuvillette

song 90! _____ + tim drake

song 91! _____ + percy jackson

song 92! _____ + cedric diggory

song 93! _____+ remus lupin

song 94! _____ + damian wayne

song 95! _____ + remus lupin

song 96! _____ + sirius black

song 97! _____ + the darkling

song 98! _____ + zhongli

song 99! up all night + tim drake

song 100! _____ + wriothesley