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grinsgrimmy · 28 days ago

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ＴＥＸＴ .

ㅤᯓᡣ𐭩 𝖪𝖨𝖬 𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖢𝖧𝖤𝖮𝖫 𝗑 𝖠𝖥𝖠𝖡!𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

CHILDHOOD FRIEND COMPLEX

๋࣭⭑ֶֶֶָָָ֢֢֢𖹭 drabble ~ . (793 words)

sum. mincheol knew you preferred texting than talking at that moment

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it was another day of lectures and you were exhausted. after droning and barely paying attention to all of the lectures, you head straight to the place where you often met up with him.

mincheol was already there, sitting on the bench and scrolling through his phone with his usual bored expression.

you took the opportunity to admire him from afar.

he is a pretty guy, after all. not that you would want to say it out loud, but you cannot deny it.

yawning, you made a beeline to mincheol and slumped onto the bench beside him. the man barely reacted, his eyes flicking to you, noticing your state.

he let out a dry chuckle, able to guess what made you incredibly exhausted, “what time did you sleep?” mincheol asked with a grunt when you rest your head on his arm.

you gave him no response, staring at nothing. mincheol immediately could tell you were not in the mood to talk. he did not mind. you were a quiet person anyway.

an arm was thrown around your shoulder.

you did not react, knowing it was mincheol trying to make you extra comfortable. with him draping his arm over your shoulder, he brought you closer to his side as he went on his phone nonchalantly.

suddenly, you got a notification on your phone. you blink with surprise. usually no one messages you unless it is your parents or—

mincheol.

your eyes blink at the set username of the sender of the text message, 'blonde rat✌️'. tapping on the text, you read it in your head.

blonde rat ✌️

what time did u sleep?

mincheol typed the question he had previously asked, knowing you were more comfortable talking about it through text than vocally.

your heart fluttered.

mincheol had always respected this part of you.

though he is someone who preferred face-to-face conversations and talking it out, he set aside his preference to bend over to yours.

you, who very much preferred talking through text. mostly when your social battery was out after lectures.

his attentiveness made you flustered, shy even.

mincheol's actions constantly made you feel seen and loved. with your likes and dislikes often being listened and never forgotten by him.

you liked it when he paid attention to the little things about you.

shaking your head, you pushed away your thoughts to respond to him.

you

5am

you could hear a surprise grunt from mincheol. daringly, you glanced at him, meeting his bothered expression as he grumbled. he went back to his phone, which prompted you to do the same with yours.

blonde rat ✌️

what were u doin

you

last minute assignment 😕

you heard a disappointment sigh from mincheol. both of your eyes met, and he gave your cheek a quick tug. you half-heartedly glared at him before going back to the phone.

you

rat

blonde rat ✌️

no u

mincheol snickered at the exchange, ruffling your hair. you gasped when he ruined your hair. you tug his hair semi-aggresively, causing him to yelped in surprise.

you two glared at each other for a while until mincheol went back to his phone. he typed out with frustration.

blonde rat ✌️

u rat

you

you started it

blonde rat ✌️

i didnt pull ur hair

you glanced at him and shrugged, sticking my tongue out. mincheol huffed out of frustration, but his eyes had a glint of adoration behind them. he opted to flick your forehead before going back to his phone.

blonde rat ✌️

dinner is on me

your eyes flicked to your phone when his message was sent. after reading it, your eyes crinkled with glee. he wanted to cheer you up. this was the thing he did just to make you smile.

hence, you turn your head to him to give a big smile, before quietly muttering to him, “... thank you,” mincheol gave a grin back, settling his hand on top of your head.

“no problem,” with a cool answer, his hand your head for a moment, then he pulled your head to his shoulder.

you suddenly yawned. he pulled out his phone again to type.

blonde rat ✌️

take a nap for a while

ill wake u up when theyre here

he showed his phone to you, letting you read. you nodded. the thought of sleeping made you yawn again. slowly, you closed your eyes to doze off, getting comfy when you wrapped your arms around his arm.

mincheol's eyes flicked to you, watching you sleep. his hand rested on the top of your head, absentmindedly stroking your head.

when he confirmed you fell asleep, he pressed his lips onto your forehead, giving you a light peck. he pulled away, a tiny blush crept to his ears.

he leaned his head on yours, sighing again.

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grinsgrimmy · 25 days ago

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ㅤᯓᡣ𐭩 𝖪𝖨𝖬 𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖢𝖧𝖤𝖮𝖫 𝗑 𝖠𝖥𝖠𝖡!𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

CHILDHOOD FRIEND COMPLEX

๋࣭⭑ֶֶֶָָָ֢֢֢𖹭 oneshot ~ . (2376 words)

sum. mincheol could not handle the thought of being friends when he looked back at you

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“are you sure you guys are just friends?”

you spat out your drink as such a foolish question was uttered from mincheol's dormmate's lips. you turn your head to him with a baffled and shock expression, flustered by the sudden wonder.

meanwhile, kim mincheol was staring at his friend with an equally as shocked and disgusted expression as you had.

though his cheeks were flush red, but you failed to notice it as your attention was taken to mincheol's friend.

it was sheer silence for a few seconds before mincheol, having recovered from the shock quicker than you did, coolly answered with, “nah man,” he said with a nonchalant tone, that may have sounded too forced on his end.

you then nod with his words, “i would rather be in a mental asylum than date him." you exclaim with an earnest yet playful tone, which earned a jab to my side from mincheol.

the friend sweatdropped, glancing between you and mincheol. he chose to pipe up again, “so... why are you two so close to each other?” pointing out quite the irony between their denial and actions.

mincheol had his arm draped over your shoulders while you were pressed against his side as if snuggling.

both of you did not move from such a considerably intimate position. you even snuggled closer against mincheol due to how comfortable it was.

“you're thinking too much into it,” you drawled out before yawning. mincheol nodded wordlessly, agreeing.

his friend gave a silent deadpan. his eyes moving between you to mincheol, to the pseudo-cuddle position you two were initiating.

he made a blanched noise before waving his hand and leaving the dorm he shared with mincheol, “you both are gross. i'm leaving,”

mincheol let out a tiny scoff, watching his dormmate leave.

silence ensued for a few seconds before a bubbling laughter came out of mincheol, “what the hell was that about?” he asked dryly with a mild laughter, which you followed along, laughing.

mincheol glanced at you in silence.

suddenly, he stretched your cheek with his finger and thumb. he laughed at your expression being stretched, deeming it a ridiculous look on you.

“what was that for?!” you reeled back, glaring at him. however, mincheol only laughed again.

his only made you aware of how close you are to him.

with only inches away from his lip—

you quickly push him away by his face, making him recoil in shock as he yelped, “what the hell?!” he yelled, fighting against your hands.

it led to the two of you wrestling on the floor, insulting and screaming at each other. though, once you calmed down, you became aware of the position it brought you in.

an expression of horror came upon your face as you screeched in your head.

ah.

you were lying on the floor, with mincheol hovering above you.

he seemed confused as to why you seemed so surprised, but he managed to figure out why when he looked down at your chest— he realised how close he was to them. slowly, it made his own cheeks red.

you coughed awkwardly before feigning a chuckle, flustered. you were waiting for him to move.

he caught on. his eyes zeroed onto your shy, flustered expression.

damn.

was all mincheol could think about, nonchalantly fawning over your adorable expression. you had always been cute since the two of you met. that opinion of his about you stuck to him until then.

it looked even better with you under him too.

he quickly snapped himself out of his stupor.

a few seconds of silence before mincheol grumbled under his breath.

you were making his mind go crazy, really.

mincheol should not be having such obscene thoughts about you.

you barely did anything, but it was enough for him to fall for you all over again.

mincheol's cheeks were turning redder and redder. it did not help that you were under him right now—

stop thinking about it!

his face was becoming a tomato at that point.

mincheol grasped your hips with his larger hands. without a second thought, he brought you onto his lap. his eyes drawled onto yours, then flicked to your lips.

“can i kiss you?”

he asked abruptly in a husky tone that definitely did ruffle you.

mincheol tried to act nonchalant, but there was a tiny hesitance in his tone with the way his eyes occasionally glanced elsewhere.

huh?

your eyes were blown wide open at his question. your brain malfunctioned, owlishly blinking to process it.

without your response, he can not take this any longer.

mincheol deflated, groaning as he rested his forehead on your shoulder. “i can't deal with this...” mumbling under his breath, he raised his head.

mincheol's face was too close to yours.

his gaze was earnest, if not a little desperate. with flushed cheeks, he begged in a hush tone, “give me a nod or something, please.” he wanted, at least, your permission before he did something dumb.

you stammered between yes and no, your brain blanking out, which caused you to wordlessly nod without a second thought.

your mind was too caught up with how close you were to him to even fathom that you were going to kiss your best friend.

then, you blink with realisation.

you were going to kiss your best friend.

“w, wait, mincheol, we shouldn—” stammering out, you lean back from him when you finally thought twice about what was happening. mincheol's eyes narrowed, clicking his tongue at your sudden defiance.

he grasped the back of your head with his palm, catching you by surprise. “you can't back out now,” he muttered with a pout, refusing your defiance. “you agreed. yes is a yes.”

mincheol dived down to your lips, capturing you in a desperate kiss. ‌

you could feel the warmth of his lips against yours. it felt urgent and clumsy yet incredibly passionate.

mincheol's hand cradled the back of your head. he kissed you like he meant it, as though he had been waiting for such an opportunity since forever.

you, on the other hand, was teetering between shock at what was happening and the affection blooming within your chest for him.

you gave in. with relaxed shoulders, you allowed yourself to enjoy the sensation.

you could hear it coming back. that one loud thought of yours that had been prominent and haunting you since you met mincheol.

how much you really love him.

hence, being able to kiss him was a dream come true to you, yet you still felt incredibly wrong.

you parted your lips from the kiss, regaining your composure.

this is your best friend. your idiot, best friend.

with a slight shake of your head, you lean back from his face, flustered, “you idiot...”

mincheol did not bother to respond to your quiet insult, his mind in a haze from the kiss. he pouted, realising he still wanted to kiss you.

despite his needy moment, you managed to notice the vulnerability in his eyes.

was he thinking the same thing as you were?

will we regret what we did?

“what?” mincheol asked, his voice a rough whisper from the kiss. of course, he also knew what you were thinking about.

you both were thinking about it.

his eyes flicked between your eyes and your lips. he chose to lean close towards your face. he gave a grin, as if reassuring you.

you gulped, stammering. attempting to lean back, the hand that cradled the back of your head forced you to remain still.

“are we really just friends?” mincheol finally asked, raising an eyebrow. a wobbly smirk tugged onto his lips, confident yet unsure all the same.

for a moment, he deflated. sighing as he leaned in, resting his forehead against yours, “don't you think we've always been more than that?” he whispered in a hush tone.

your eyes widened. you picked up on his tone of voice. insecurity and doubtful. despite mincheol seeming to always look confident, assertive, and focused, he was plagued with insecurities over himself.

with your silence, he let out a dry laughter. it sounded sad and painful. “if you want me to stop, just say it,” mincheol's eyes finally met yours. “i'll stop, really.”

mincheol's words hung in the air, heavy and raw of emotions. as he often had throughout your friendship, he allowed you to brush off that moment as one of his playful actions and nothing more.

however, you could see it— see through him. his fingers were trembling slightly as they gently gripped onto you. the vulnerable and pleading glint within his eyes, masked behind a hazy, nonchalant grin.

this was mincheol. the mincheol. the one who did not hide his emotions from you. you could see what he meant in his eyes alone.

does he like you?

does the kim mincheol, your best friend for years, likes you back?

your mind could barely process that information. you were in sheer disbelief since you had a secret crush on him for years.

you had a disbelief inkling that he felt the same for a while, but you never could have guaranteed it yourself.

but since he had confirmed it at that moment, you realised how unprepared you were to actually hear it.

in all honesty, you wanted to court and confessed to him first.

with your own trembling fingers, you raised your hand to cup his cheeks. giving a small, wobbly smile of your own, “mincheol,” your voice barely a whisper, “i like you.”

mincheol's eyes widened in disbelief as your words settled between you two like a fragile glass waiting to shatter. the air grew thick with tension, your confession hung in the space like a long-awaited breath.

he remained frozen, as if time itself had paused for him.

at his silence, the warmth of his presence began to wane, replaced by a surge of anxiety.

did you misread his feelings?

was your confession going to risk your friendship?

but before more of those thoughts could spiral further, a smile broke across mincheol's face. a genuine, wide smile, as if he were thrilled at my words.

he let out a warm, almost disbelief laughter, one that made you flustered yet relieved.

the hand that was still on the back of your head pushed you closer to his face. “can i kiss you again?” with a soft smile and eyes gazing back at you with adoration.

you mutely nodded.

mincheol captured your lips in another kiss, but that one felt different. he was more confident, more tender.

that kiss became the guaranteed answer for you.

kim mincheol does like you back.

slowly, his hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer as if you were the missing piece he had been searching for years.

you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to be melted against him, losing yourself within the warmth and affection of the kiss like a cozy blanket.

you could feel the mix of excitement, tenderness, and longing. as if it was long awaited and yearned for.

soon, you both finally broke the kiss apart, breathless and dazed. you focused on his dazed, flushed face, you could not help but let out a soft laugh.

he gave a sheepish grin as a response before glancing back at your lips then back to you, as if searching for permission. you gave him a gentle, affectionate smile whilst wrapping your arms around his neck.

mincheol leaned in again, this time kissing you deeper and more passionately, as if he did not wish for it to end.

his lips moved against yours with a hungry urgency, and his hands around your waist pulled you in deeper.

mincheol pulled back, gasping for air. you could feel the exhilaration dancing in the space between you two.

mincheol gave a silly, wide grin. “i like you too,” he said, out of breath and flustered. with eyes sparkling with sincerity, mincheol shifted slightly, leaning back just enough to look directly into your eyes.

“i’ve liked you for a long time. i thought I’d mess everything up if I said something. i never wanted to ruin what we had.” he muttered earnestly before letting out a scoff, “now it sounds stupid.”

a grin broke out onto your face. you let out a flustered laugh. “well, you are stupid.” mincheol's eyes widened in mock offense. he clutched his chest dramatically.

“stupid? i literally accepted your confession, and you're calling me stupid." he pouted, though his eyes betrayed his words as they had a playful and amused glint in them.

you rolled your eyes. “i guess we're both idiots for never admitting it.” mincheol groaned, but he had a grin on his face, lolling his head to the side, “let's not talk about it. it's really embarrassing.”

you nodded. you both were never the ones to really like cheesy things like this. in fact, both of you were considered bold and never beat around the bush.

except both of your feelings, you suppose.

“but i guess we're not friends anymore,” you added, mulling over it. mincheol let out a bark of laughter, grinning, “what? want me to call you my girlfriend?” he taunted.

his words made you playfully repulse, “that sounds gross!” a look of disgust came onto your face. the two of you dissolved into a shared laughter at the absurdity of it all.

mincheol returned his hand to the back of your head, pulling you into another hungry kiss. as you melted into the kiss, the world around you faded away.

it felt as if it was only you two, finally no longer just friends.

thankfully his dormmate did not return until hours later.

“i'm dating mincheol,”

you announced abruptly to your group of friends, stammering out the news before gazing at them expectantly.

but their reaction was not what you expected.

“finally!”

“took you so long,”

“when's the marriage?”

one of your friends made a sobbing noise, wiping his fake tear with a tissue. “i thought I would grow old first.”

you stared at them with confusion, then your mind clicked.

“wait, wait, wait, what do you guys mean finally?!”

you screeched out, causing them to laugh.