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hello!!
would you be willing to do a TMR minho fic?
basically just them at the little glade treehouse (i live for that treehouse lol) and maybe they stole some food from frypan and are just chatting and having a laugh together whilst cuddling or something bc they dont get to spend alot of time together as he is always in the maze??
(been loving your writing recently btw, literally one of the v few writers who write for MCYTS and respect their boundaries so tysm!!)
hope ur having a good day:)
oh hell yeah brother LMAO ; also thank you and you're welcome!! im all for respecting boundaries because ik how that feels when they're broken + I'm not a weirdo lol, and thank you for appreciating my work, it means sm to me đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶ ; have a good day/night :) ; post writing me, sorry this is so short :( ; also I know I said I was in trouble but NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT??
MINHO ; tree house cuddles
summary ; sneaking food into the tree house and having late night convos with minho
warnings ; language
disclaimers ; reader is a track-hoe, Thomas has been in the maze for months and exists, but no Teresa/escaping the maze
word count ; 459
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You loved your beautiful boyfriend Minho. He was an angel sent from above, truly. Or... maybe below? The box and what existed out of the Glade was confusing, sadly. God, you wished you could remember anything outside of here.
Sadly, you hadn't seen him very much recently.
He'd been busy with his duties in the maze and the Map Room, and you've been busy working in the gardens damn near all day every day. Your rations were running low, the crops were growing slower than ever, and you couldn't figure out why. It's not like there were deer or raccoons feasting on them either. It was just you Gladers here, nothing else. You'd been stressing out over it and needed some time away from it for a while.
Thankfully, the beloved tree house existed, and rarely anyone used it.
You'd stolen a basket of fruit from Fry's kitchen, awaiting the arrival of Minho. Hopefully, Newt stuck to his word, or remembered to, to send Minho to the tree house to spend some time with you.
Thankfully, the beautiful Korean boy showed up, dressed casual and out of the heavy gear he had to wear in the maze. He greeted you with a tired yet warm smile, sitting down with you on the wooden floor.
"Hey, how's your day?" He asks, sitting next to you, shoulder to shoulder.
You hand him a little basket of strawberries. "Fine, I guess." You shrug, "Need a minute away from the gardens"
He nods, "I need a minute away from the shuckin' maze"
You dangle your feet off the side of the platform, soaking up each other's presence.
He pulls you into his lap, between his legs. He rests his chin on your shoulder while his arms rest around your waist. You feel your stomach swarm with butterflies, resting your hands over his.
"I love you" He whispers, placing a kiss on your temple.
"Love you too, dork," you reply with a smile, leaning your head back to rest yourself against him.
"What a romantic" He giggles, pulling you a little closer.
The night continues on in peace, smiles, giggles and kisses shared, hands intertwined. You share your body heat, cuddled up and comfy.
"No, no, no, he said something like he was gonna beat him back into the box! How does that even work? Gally acts like Thomas is some universal threat or something" You laugh as you speak.
"I have no idea, darling." He smiles and chuckles, listening to you ramble on and on about stories he'd missed during the day.
You look up at him and place a kiss on his jawline, a stupid smile on his face.
"Love you"
"Love you too"
"...Thanks for being mine"
"Okay, shut up, shank"
#lowkeyrobin#the maze runner x reader#maze runner x gn reader#maze runner x reader#maze runner oneshot#the maze runner#minho tmr x reader#tmr minho x reader#tmr minho#minho tmr#gender neutral reader#gn reader#they/them reader#tmr x gn reader#gn! reader
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thoughts on..
chan impregnation kink/just straight up creampie...
it making me crazy
đ”âđ« babes say less.
Iâm going to put a cut here because IâŠwent a little hard LMAO
SMUT - MINORS DNI
I am a firm believer in dad!Chan (really dad!skz in general, but I digress). We can see with just how he cares for the members that he would be the most devoted father. Would always listen, bend over backwards to make his children happy, would discipline with kindness. Worldâs Best Dad? Thatâs Chan.
It isnât a secret that his breeding kink is almost uncontrollable. Very, very rarely does he fuck you without filling you to the brim. Itâs almost like he has to do it, like he has to chance it. He canât help it; he loves you, he loves your family, and he just wants more.
More, more, more.
Though he would never tell you, the brief weeks after birth are when his control is really tested. Luckily, a newborn keeps him busy. Bouncing the happy new baby while making sure youâre tended to.
âHave you eaten enough?â
âLet me get you some more water.â
âWant to take the kids on a walk? The fresh air will be nice.â
Doting, wonderful father and husband. Thatâs Chan.
So when he comes home, careful not to step on his eldestâs daughters discarded toys that have accumulated in the walkway, and the house quiet, heâs confused. All day, he was looking forward to coming home. Itâs movie night, takeout night. Why is it soâŠempty?
âBaby?â He calls into the house, not expecting an answer.
âUpstairs!â
Huh. He drops his bag by the door, quickly sliding his shoes off before he follows the sound of the voice. âWhere are the kids?â If they were sleeping, you would have scolded him for being too loud.
âMinho offered to watch them for the night.â The night? Why? His brain is so tired, he canât put together whatâs basically being shouted in his face.
Until heâs in the bedroom. Until youâre in front of him, dressed in the prettiest lingerie heâs ever seen; the lace patterning out flowers, showing just enough for his control to slip completely out of his grasp.
Has the time passed already? Chan isnât sure if he cares â youâre offering your body up, and heâs sure as fuck not going to say no.
The pretty fit doesnât last long. Knees by your ears, he grips onto your ankles. His nails dig into the skin, keeping himself grounded as he relentlessly fucks into you.
God, the way you cry out for him. Cold hands wrapped around his own as your full, needy moans fill his ears.
âSo fucking pretty.â He says through his teeth, eyes focused on the light bounce of your tits. âI missed you, baby.â
You simply whine, nodding your head in agreement. Itâs too hard for you to think, let alone process words; Chan can tell by the vacant look in your eyes, only falling deeper in your hole with each wonderful movement.
Leaning down, he doesnât stop until your noses are brushing. Bodies sweaty, skin against skin, melting from each otherâs heat. Itâs not like anything heâs ever experienced. This is home. You are home.
Your fingers lace through his curl, tugging gently. Enough to make your husband moan. âI love you.â
He smiles, pressing a soft kiss on the corner of your lips. âI love you, baby. So fucking much.â When his cock twitches inside you, he knows his time is limited. That home is to be taken from him. âFuck, I want to give you more.â
âM-more?â
âOf me.â He lets go of an ankle to grab the headboard. Allowing him to go deeper. Faster. Harder. âOf this. Let me give you another baby.â
Itâs too soon. Both of you know this, and should be cautious.
But you missed him too. Probably more than he did you.
âPlease.â You say as you clinch, eyes starting to water. âPlease, I n-need you, Chan-â
Quickly, he silences you with a kiss. Not letting it break until he feels your walls flutter, giving him you so he can give him. Never will you have to beg for anything with him.
When he pulls out, his cum follows. Pretty little trickles out of your cunt, rolling off your skin onto the sheets. With two fingers, he gathers it up and pushes it back in.
âI would say not to be wasteful.â He chuckles, trying to catch his breath. âBut when Iâm done with you, it wonât be possible.â
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heyyyyyyy
just thinking about monsterfucking and what type of monster skz would be and the dynamics of how things would work depending on what kind of creature they are
personally I feel like jeongin gives off some sort siren vibes and yeah :)))
i BELIEVE miss @cbini has answered something similar before so miss ems my lovely dear if you have anything to ADD let me know... but here are my onions as a BIG MONSTER FUCKER
chan: oh not to be stereotypical but werewolf chan has my HEART lmao. like full on werewolf chan who has to be chained up by the strongest industrial chains during a full moon.. yeah. especially if you have to be held back by the other boys because he's imprinted on you too
minho: iiii am once again discussing vampire minho and i WILL be mentioning @jl-micasea-fics story sanguis limerence as my FAVOURITE vampire skz fic. i have nothing else to say please read it
changbin: okay i rly struggled w binnie but then i thought... what abt banshee bin? like you hear the banshee scream when you're about to die, and what if you hear him scream and then you see him and you're like what the fuck he's hot. and then he ends up changing fate n saving u and u fuck :) thanks for listening
hyunjin: succubus. a demon who plagues your dreams with such amazing sex that you wish for the day that he finally enters your room, and when he does? god, you're going insane. takes u to the demon underworld and keeps u there as his cute lil sex slave
jisung: alien jisung. i KNOW there are lots of jisung alien fics and i wholeheartedly agree w him having a cute blue ribbed alien tentacle dick that's soooo jisung. taking u to his planet too where he drops his glamour and the cutie has little antennas!! oh my god
felix: a LITTLE FAIRY. fairy flowers should've told u all how much i love the concept of pixie lixie. cute pink wings that shimmer in the light!! flutters around u like a little tinkerbell and takes u to his little mushroom home :( <3
seungmin: slenderman seungmin with the tentacles and shit. no comment on it ANY further for personal reasons (meaning... u can wait for kinktober).
jeongin: siren 100%. sexy little shirtless siren who maybe has bright blue eyes and soft dark hair and waits for u on the rocks at the beach near ur home every night.. maybe even a beautiful black/dark blue tail that glimmers in the moonlight with the water from the ocean.. oh
⥠juno
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Lee Know X reader
"Kitty?"
Pairing::Dom!idol!Minho x sub!fem!reader
Warnings::smut
Word count::1,966
Genre::role play, oral (fem reciveing) fingering, sex toys, slightly rude Minho (nothing serious at all lmao)
A/N:: THE WAY I HAD TO GOOGLE ABOUT VIBRATORS BAHAHAHAHA
songs to listen to while reading::
You couldn't help but laugh at yourself as you looked in the mirror. You recently got this kitty themed lingerie set that was second hand which was kinda scary. But it was very cheap considering you were not the first to own this set. You weren't 100% sure if Minho would like it, sure he likes cats but does he like lingerie? As often as you have spicy hours with Lee Know you don't know much about his sexual preferences. He's not very expressive in bed which doesn't help eitherâŠ
You turned around in the mirror to look at the cat tail between your legs and your cheeks flushed. "What the hell am I doing right now," you whispered to yourself. You looked at yourself in the mirror again trying to process the current outfit you were wearing. You put on a lot of accessories so there was much to look at and critique. You really wanted Minho to love how you look. You want him to do that thing where he zones out while looking at your body before pouncing on you and keeping you entertained for HOURS. Though he might be tired after his long day by the time he gets home and he might just snuggle you.Â
You took some photos in your outfit including some suggestive ones. As embarrassed as you felt about them you were tempted to send them to your boyfriend. You laid on your shared bed thinking about whether to send it to him or not. How would he respond? You decided to just send it to him, but you needed to take a special one just for him. You got on the floor and tried a few poses in front of your phone that was propped up by some random things from the floor. You then found a perfect pose.
You made a sort of w shape with your legs and placed your hands between your crotch. Your arms pressed tightly together extenuating your breasts. You snapped a photo before immediately grabbing your phone to send it to Minho. You tapped the little send button and typed up a simple message.
âąlove you~âĄ
It wasn't long before a little "seen" notification came to your phone. You freaked out and waited for Minho to start typing. The three little bubbles started their dance of anticipation when a message popped up.Â
âąbabe you can't just send me that at work.
Oh God, do you make him mad? He'd never get this mad over just a photo thoughâŠ
âąI'm coming home right now.Â
âądon't move a muscle, sit right there for me like the good girl you are
His last message had your jaw dropping and your feet kicking. The blush on your face spread and you started getting excited for Minho to show up. You sat in front of the door waiting for him, like a damn cat. Maybe Minho really is into this whole role play thingâŠ
You sat impatiently waiting as you started yourning for Lee Know. His hands, his breath, his lips, his tongue, his dick everything. You started fantasizing about what he'd do to you when you got home and you were already wetting yourself. That's when the door opened to a tired Lee Know. You stood up to greet him but you were met with a hand.
"No, no, sit," he demanded you with a stick of his finger to the ground. You did as he said and sat back down on the floor. "There's one thing I noticed your outfit is missing," he said seductively as he sat down in front of you. You looked at him confused. "Close your eyes," he said as he kept his left hand behind his back. You shut your eyes and felt a warm leather wrap around your neck and a cold bell. It was all attached to a chain including yourself. You opened your eyes in shock observing the collar around your neck. You followed the chain with your eyes to find the other end of it wrapped around Lee Know's wrist. "Oh you're so damn cute when your surprised," he said as he rubbed his hand against your hot cheek.
He started inching closer to you and made you sit on his lap like a kitten. You blushed and avoided his dark, lustful, eyes scanning your body. "Oh are you shy now~?" He teased as he rubbed your back with his cold hands.Â
"I just didn't think you'd like it that muchâŠ" you said looking down at your thighs as you fiddled with the metal hearts on your stockings.Â
"Excuse me?" He said with a stern look and a furrow of his eyebrows. "Why wouldn't I love it?" He said, sounding almost mad?
"I don't knowâŠyou never tell me your sexual interests," you said shyly.
"I'll let you in on my biggest turn on,"he said leaning into your ear to whisper, "You," he said with a grin before picking you up bridal style. He never fails to make you feel like a precious woman. He set you down on the bed and told you to sit still. You did as he said but your eyes didn't. You watched his every step. Minho stood at the bedside before taking his shirt off. You stared at his bare back as if you haven't seen it a thousand times before. He then went over to your nightstand and opened the first drawer, he rummaged through it a bit before pulling out your vibrator.Â
"How did you-!?" You got flustered at his success.Â
"Oh come on you weren't too secretive about using this," he said as he waved it around before setting it on the bed. He crawled over to you and propped you up on the massive amount of pillows on your bed. He instantly started licking your shoulder knowing exactly how you like it. You let out small mewls as his warm, wet, tongue grazed over every inch of your neck and shoulders. There was no concern of any members walking in so he could do whatever the hell he wanted to with you. He started leaving hickies all over you while his hands found their way to your thigh and your waist. Minho started kissing you with all the tongue imaginable and you melted beneath him like sugar in the rain.Â
You took a breather from the kiss and Lee Know basically sat on top of you slowly licking your neck and chest. The weight of his body on yours made you feel something indescribable. His strong hands moved up, not in an exact place though, just kind of around. Your arms, shoulders, stomach, hair, his hands just wanted every inch of you. As Minho did all of this he would say little words of praise such as "your so cute," "such a good girl," "I love you so much," and it made your heart flutter.
"Minho," you stuttered out as his tongue layered his spit on you.
"Yes?" He said pausing to look up at you.
"Can you be inside me?" You said shyly as you looked away from his loving eyes.Â
"Oh my God you're so pretty," he said sitting up again "how can I say no," he said as his right hand went down your stomach to your throbbing core. You squeezed your eyes shut as he put pressure on your clothed crotch. You bit your lip in anticipation as he moved your clothing aside. He then slid two cold fingers into your already soaked pussy. You buried your face in his shoulder as his fingers explored your insides. Your hands flew to the back of his head and gripped his hair. Lewd sounds filled the room along with the sound of a bell ringing from your neck.Â
It wasn't long before Lee Know found your G-spot because he knows your body inside out and he kept playing with it making you whine. He slowly went deeper inside you and you started seeing stars, you didn't even know he could go this deep. You started basically screaming his name over and over. When you weren't screaming his name your mouth hung open with moans escaping it. Lee Know just stared at your fucked up state with a smirk. You then felt yourself about to cum, you shook your head over and over making the bell ring in your ears.
"Is my little kitty gonna cum for me?" He said as he quickly took his fingers in and out of you. As predicted you came all over Lee Know's hands, your tail, and your costume. You blushed as Minho put his fingers in his mouth and smiled. "Good," he said as he continued to suck his fingers like they were coated in the sweetest sugar known to mankind. "I think I want some more," he said as he bent down to your leaking cunt. He lapped at the liquid from your thighs. Minho licked his way over to your core and started slipping his tongue inside you. The sensation of his entire tongue slowly moving in and out of you made your legs shake in satisfaction.Â
You bit your lip hard enough to draw blood as you felt yourself already coming closer to cumming again. As Lee Know's right hand massaged your thigh and the other played with your sensitive clit, rubbing circles, you came again. Embarrassed at how quickly it happened you rolled over and blushed. Your legs soaked as they stuck together. Lee Know crawled up to you.Â
"You were being so good, what's with this?" Lee Know said slightly aggressive.Â
"It's embarrassing," you whined as he rubbed your thigh more.Â
"No, you're just showing me how much you love me. Prove how much I turn you on, how good I make you feel." He said sternly. You liked this dominant side of Minho and it turned you on more than you'd like to admit. You rolled back over on the bed, as your tail was displayed between your legs. You put your hands to your face in an attempt to hide the embarrassment as Lee Know grabbed your Vibrator. He examined it for a minute before turning it on. This is the first time Minho would be using this on you and you were slightly curious as to what he was going to do. You then felt the vibration on your core. He used it quite harshly, smirking every time it'd make you jump in pleasure. You grabbed onto his shoulders with your claws digging into him.
"Please Minho," you whined out as you threw your head back, your bell ringing. Lee Know hushed you softly. He kept on teasing you, not going any deeper than half a centimeter. You swallowed harshly before you were going to beg again. To your surprise he shoved your vibrator right into you, now knuckles deep causing you to moan out his name and squint your eyes. Minho slowly moved it around inside you. The lewd sounds echoing throughout the entire dormitor. It pleased Lee Know to know everyone can hear how good he makes you feel.
Then he started thrusting it in and out of you. Your jaw hung open as he slammed it into you over and over as it got coated in your arousal. You soon felt your body tensing up and latching onto Minho. He already knew what this meant, this wasn't the first time he made you cum like this.Â
You basically sprayed all over him, soaking your tail and his hands. He licked up all of your legs, "cleaning" you essentially. "Such a good kitty," Minho cooed in between licks.Â
"K-kitty?" You blushed.Â
"You can't tell me you don't like it when I call you that," he smirked.
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Kiiiieeee can you do another collab with B and rank SKZ as "house husbands"?
Stray Kids Most to Least: House Husbands | SFW
Pairing: Stray Kids x Reader/You/Yn Rating: SFW Genre: MTL, headcanon, imagine, slice of life. Warnings: maybe some cursing.
đïž Note: alright alright alright. lol the way that @chans-room wrote most of this from my tentative ranking, and I'm just giving them house husband titles. Teamwork makes the drift work bby đ€
B is the đŠ
Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below.
Lee Minho (the tyrant)
đŠ: Lee Minho is the god tier house husband but if you ever tell him that he will never forgive you. He cleans, he cooks, he meal preps your lunches, he has meals frozen ready to be made when heâs gone, he texts you about making sure you drink water through the day. 9/10. Only point missing bc if you so much as consider giving his cats tap water he will know and hold it against you.
Bang Chan (the granola daddy)
đŠ: Bang Chan is also a quality house husband, but he def works from home. But he is (usually) able to balance the cooking and cleaning and his own shit. Heâs helping you on rough days and giving you all the love and care and attention you want. 8/10 only bc he rarely goes to sleep at a decent time, and also bc heâs attempted to get you to drink a protein monstrosity. You nearly died and banned him from using the blender.
Lee Felix (the muffin man)
đŠ: Omg Felix heâd just be so cute and helpful (even tho sometimes heâs not helpful at all) and youâd come home daily to random baked goods. 7/10 for effort but man sometimes you wonder how one man can make such a mess. Itâs a feat honestly.
Hwang Hyunjin (the trophy wife husband)
đŠ: Hyunjin would have the whole trophy husband bit DOWN. If heâs staying home then you better earn him babey. He cleans for sure, but his cooking is either hit or miss. He looks so good doing it though you really donât even care how shit he is at cooking. 6/10 because sometimes you come home to smoke pouring out the windows.
Seo Changbin (the muscle pig)
đŠ: ChangbinâŠsorry but no lmao he wants you to be his house spouse (lmao). He has those big boujee rich vibes where heâd want to provide for YOU and feel weird if he wasnât doing anything. If you can convince him to work primarily from home while you go make money, itâs still not super working in your favor. Heâs spending most of his time at the gym and his kitchen experience is using a damn blender. 5/10 but he gets points bc he absolutely will order some fancy ass dinner to be delivered to you every night if youâre expecting dinner lmao.
Yang Jeongin (the chaotic black cat)
đŠ: Jeongin is also a No lmao. If you left him home all the time alone heâd respond like a fuckin gremlin cat sent loose to wreak havoc on your life. Heâd be fine playing video games or whatever on his own for a while but then⊠heâs finding any trouble he can get into. You come home to a mess like every day and it would be exhausting. 3/10 bc he is very repentant and will try to soothe your ire with cuddles.
Kim Seungmin (the divorcee)
đŠ: Seungmin is also just a no lol. He wouldnât see the point of staying at home when he was perfectly capable of going out and doing things on his own. More often than not, youâd come home to an empty house, Seungmin nowhere in sight OR napping in bed with a book. Heâs not built for that life. 2/10 bc heâd probably cook on occasion, and heâd def clean, but he will complain about both. Loudly. On end.
Han Jisung (sorry I'm the wife)
đŠ: Han would be shit at it and would be more of a sugar baby than anything. He is bbg. He is not cleaning, cooking, or anything, Iâm sorry to say. Love him to pieces but 0/10 sorry babes.
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moth to a flame : seungmin
moth to a flame : ksm
pairing: seungmin x f!reader (ft. lee know) genre: heavy angst, smut, there's not a speck of fluff in this, non-idol au word count: 4.4k warnings: 18+ minors please do not interact. cheating (please do not read if you are uncomfy with themes like this and for the love of god please don't cheat), name calling (babe, baby, love), explicit sexual content, desperate / jealous / possessive unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, choking, use of foul language, drinking, masturbation (m), oral (f. receiving), no happy ending, god this is a lot wow
⊠ădescription: you loved seungmin out of convenience. but he was almost everything you ever wished for. the only thing missing was he wasn't minho.
đ .âŠđ masterlist | AO3 | reblogs are very much appreciated <3
author's note: be mindful of the timestamps. hihi. this fic is inspired by moth to a flame by swedish house mafia ft. the weeknd, illicit affairs by taylor swift, and a few hints of high infidelity by taylor swift too. i highly recommend giving moth to a flame a listen while you read <3 an additional warning that i hate y/n here. i really do. lmAO. also, would really really appreciate some feedback because this was kinda out of my comfort zone when it comes to writing. anw, thanks for being here!!
april 2023 7:46 pm
âHi baby, how was your day?â
You felt a pang in your chest once you heard your fiancĂ©âs voice. He was in the kitchen as usual, drinking his favorite homemade coffee as he watched kdramas on his phone, even if you have a fully functioning large tv in the living area.
âIt was alright,â an outright lie.
Work was shit. Co-workers were shit. But even if everything in your work life is slowly coming into flames and you have no choice but to face some of the shittiest people ever as your clients, you canât believe that the shittiest out of all of them was still you.
Seungmin seemed suspicious of how you answered, probably sensing that you were lying right through your teeth. How he knows you like the back of his hand was absolutely endearing. But sometimes, all it felt like were a ton of bricks on your back.
âYou sure about that, babe?â He asked, starting to put down his phone on the table. âDo you wanna talk about it?â
You hate him.
You hate how so damn perfect he is. You hate how much he loves you.
But you hate yourself more for not loving him the same way.
5:15 pm that day
âYou should have told them that it wasnât possible then?â
âIt was possible, but not with the time frame they gave me!â You exclaimed exhaustively as you crashed on the couch. You pulled Minhoâs button down tightly around your body, finding comfort in his scent.
âAnd donât you dare tell me that I should have told them too because you, of all people, know how much I need this deal closed.â
Minho scoffed, âShouldnât your fiancĂ© know about this too?â
You abruptly fixed how you sat on Minhoâs couch, pushing a hand through your bed-ruined hair. Seungmin knows about the deal you have been trying to secure for almost six months now, but he doesnât know as much as Minho does.
And thatâs on you.
âPlease, he also knows about this,â you were defensive, holding up your arms to your chest as you tried not to overthink.
âThen you wouldnât be here ranting about it again for probably the third time this week alone,â he petted Soonie on his lap as he gulped the rest of his beer. His eyes never landed on yours as he talked about your fiancĂ©.
âHeâs a lawyer, for godâs sake. He would have probably closed this deal of yours months ago.â
Minho was right. He always was. Even if he was one of the most outstanding chief marketing officers out there, you sure as hell needed a good lawyer to back you too. But your fucking pride and independent mentality are in the way. You knew Seungmin could have helped you ever since you talked about the terms and conditions of the contract. You knew that Seungmin could have easily discussed how you could have agreed with better terms. You knew that Seungmin could have lessened the stress that you were going through now. But you didnât even share a peep with him, only the tip of the iceberg.
âYou know me and my tendencies to not ask for help.â
âYeah, I know,â he grimaced. âBut I canât help but think you have a different purpose; why you didnât ask your Seungmin to rescue you.â
He sounded cocky and bitter, but you pushed that thought to the back of your mind. You didnât ask your oh-so-perfect fiancĂ© because you didnât want to seem like a damsel in distress. You didnât want to look like you were using his career to boost yours. This was your work, your business, so why the hell would you cry out to be saved?
âCare to enlighten me?â You poked, knowing damn well that Minho wouldnât dare explain his thoughts.
âYou did it to have reason to be constantly here, using my job as a cover-up, and not make it look like youâre cheating on your soon-to-be husband.â
december 2022
âDonât be stupid,â Chan throws you a judging stare. âAnd donât you dare look at me like that because I know you came to me for a reality check and not some advice you want to hear.â
You kept your mouth shut. Thinking about leaving your perfectly good boyfriend to get back with a borderline-toxic ex might be one of your stupidest thoughts to date. Chan, being one of your closest friends for the longest time, is verbalizing it because you can never admit it to yourself.
He sighed, plopping down beside you as he handed you the beer you requested. âCheers,â he mumbled, raising his bottle of energy drink.
âItâs stupid, no?â You groaned. âEven the thought of it is stupid.â
âYes, it is, and Iâm glad to know that you actually recognize that.â
âButââ
âBut, what?â He immediately cut you off, probably knowing what youâll say next. âIt doesnât feel the same way with Seungmin? Thereâs no thrill? Thereâs no rush?â
Shame. You were the one who would judge people for leaving their partners just for a speck of thrill before. And now youâre the one being judged. You canât lie to yourself because you know for a fact that you deserve it.
âPeople would kill to be in a relationship youâre currently in, y/n. That peace youâre feeling with Seungmin? Some people crave that because they know that âpeaceâ in a relationship is what you call home. It makes them realize theyâre finally with the one theyâre meant for.â
But it doesnât feel that way with Seungmin.
It was smooth sailing with Seungmin. It was actually a breeze with himâsafe. He treated you like royalty. You donât even want to think about how he looks at you because you would feel guilty even contemplating leaving him. He would hold you in his eyes like you had the entire universe. And in his world, maybe you did.
âLook,â Chan cleared his throat. âI am in no place to say this, but you need to hear it.â
You took a gulp of your beer before looking at him, prepared to hear the most heart-wrenching speech that would finally wake you up to reality and stop with your fantasy land.
But the words that came out of Chanâs mouth were something you would have never expected. Not at least for another two or three years.
âWhat do you mean heâs going to propose?â You gasped. It wasnât impossible, considering the two of you have been dating for at least three years. The both of you had a stable job, your family adores him, and youâre both living together⊠it made sense. It would be more unusual if he wasnât thinking about it. But to you, it felt too soon, like you were rushing into it.
âIâm not that kind of person who wants to put words in other peopleâs mouths, but just hear me out, okay?â he squeezed his hand on top of yours.
âSay yes. Accept it. Nothing gets better after Kim Seungmin. Trust me. Minho gave you nothing but heartbreak.â
7:58 pm
âNo, baby, itâs okay, really. Iâm just tired from work,â you said, kissing Seungmin on the cheek.
He sighed as he got a whiff of Minhoâs perfume off of his fiancĂ©e. He wasnât sure how many times he got to smell it that week, but he stopped counting right after knowing that this would be a regular thing for you.
You were being distant again. You always were right after being with Minho. Even if you try your best to hide that you were with him that day, a scent always lingers. Seungmin honestly doesnât know if you were sleeping with your ex or doing anything physical with him; the fact that you would rather be with someone else hurts the same way.
Seungmin tried. He really did. But it seems like he was never really enough for you. Seungmin wasnât dumb. He knows you were still madly in love with your ex-boyfriend even after you said yes to his proposal. He knew what he was getting into when he first started dating you, but he thought that over time, he could finally replace Minho in your heart. So maybe he is a little stupid, thinking you could get over the love of your life.
âDo you want me to run you a bath, babe?â Seungmin asked as he entered the bedroom. You were a little startled because you were in the middle of changing, but you immediately settled down when you turned to see him.
âThanks, baby, but Iâll just chaââ
Seungmin interrupted you with kisses trailing down your neck from behind. His hands swiftly made their way to your bare waist as he gently pulled your back to him. He made sure that you felt the growing bulge from his pants.
He wanted to see if some part of you still belonged to him.
A soft moan escaped your lips, but you held Seungmin on the nape, making him halt his ministrations to your skin. âIâm not in much of a mood today, Seung.â You whispered apologetically.
That felt like a gunshot to Seungminâs chest. He rested his head on your shoulder in defeat.
âWe havenât had sex in almost a month, y/n,â He breathed, honestly ready to raise a white flag. The way he said your name was so full of emotion and pent-up exhaustion.
He wasnât trying to force you to do anything with him. He wasnât some sex-deprived maniac. He can keep his dick in his pants. He doesnât even mind if you both donât fuck for more than a month. What worries him is that you donât want to do it with him. This was one of the things that Seungmin was holding on to, one of the things to see if you were still even slightly attracted to him, whether it may be purely physical, heâd accept it.
It was a desperate move. But Seungmin was desperate.
You stiffened in his hold after you heard him. Twisting in his linked arms, you circled your own on his neck. âHas it really been that long?â
Seungmin didnât even try to look at you, his eyes locked on the floor.
âIâm sorry, Seung,â you rested your palm on his cheek, turning his head in your direction, getting him to look at you. âIâve just been so busy with the deal.â You sounded so guilty, and of course, as always, Seungmin ate it up. He always drops down his walls whenever he feels even an ounce of love from you.
âLet me make it up to you,â you started to go down to your knees, but Seungmin immediately pulled you up.
âBaby, you donât have to do that,â he said, holding onto your arms.
âBut I want to,â you dragged, starting to pepper his face with kisses.
And that was it. Seungmin folded. You have him wrapped around your fingers once again. At least he knows he was not entirely out of the picture yet.
âIf you want to make it up to me, letâs do it properly,â Seungmin grumbled before kissing you fervently. He tried to kiss you with so much passion; maybe there, he could make you feel all the raw love he has for you.
Even if you donât feel the same way.
He laid you gently on your bed, a soft moan escaping your lips when his knees came in contact with your center. Seungmin did it again and applied some pressure, making you squirm under him.
âSeung,â you moaned out, hands lifting his shirt. Your hand ran through the expanse of his torso as Seungmin shivered lightly with the way you traced his toned stomach.
He made his way down to your legs, two of his fingers tracing your clothed, wet core. He placed kisses on the inside of your thighs before pushing your underwear to the side. He tentatively placed his tongue on your clit, and you covered your mouth to stop yourself from letting out a loud groan.
He ran a stripe of his tongue on your sex, making you hold onto his hair with greater force than you intended. Seungmin felt his pants restrict even more with every sound you make, with every pull of his hair that you do. But even if he started to feel uncomfortable with how his cock went hard, he continued to lap you, making sure that no one else would make you feel the way he was making you feel right now.
âFuck, Seungmin!â You let out, not stopping yourself anymore.
With the scream that left your lips, Seungmin couldnât help himself. He took out his cock from his pants and pumped himself off as he continued to push his tongue in you, his other hand circling your clit.
âYes, baby. Donât stop. Thatâs so hot,â you were panting, feeling your release coming to a close when you saw Seungmin getting himself off with his hand while he ate you out.
When you started to feel the buildup in your lower stomach, Seungmin stopped altogether. You almost complained before you felt him enter you with no warning. He bottomed out immediately with how wet you were. You could instantly feel his cock in parts of you that only felt like heaven.
Seungmin tried to muffle his groan by kissing your chest, but his voice still resonated. He undid your bra quickly as he started to thrust into you. He palmed your breast, the other being sucked into his mouth while he slammed his hips into you.
âOh my fucking god, Seungmin!â You practically screamed.
His hands on your tits were now placed around your neck, adding a little pleasure you always liked.
âYouâre mine, right?â Seungmin suddenly asked.
âYes.â
âSay it.â
You can feel your release starting to build up again on your lower stomach as you continue to take your fiancĂ©âs cock in you. He was hitting all the right spots, and you were starting to see stars.
âSay it!â Seungmin demanded again.
âIâm yours, Seungmin!â He felt you come around him, your constraining walls feeling perfectly around his throbbing dick, your moans filling the bedroom.
âYouâre mine,â he mumbled, his thrusts starting to feel erratic as he came too close to release. âIâm the only one who gets to come inside you.â
Seungmin was surprised by the words that left his mouth. He was never this possessive. Not even during sex. But maybe all the feelings that heâs been trying to bottle up were slowly spilling.
âIâm yours, Seung.â You whispered again before feeling Seungmin shoot his hot cum around your walls.
1:43 am
âDo you hate me that much to call me at this hour? Are you for real right now?â Minho grumbled from the other end.
âThen why did you answer, you dipshit?â
âBecause I have no self-control when it comes to you.â
A silence enveloped the two of you. All you could hear was rustling and maybe one of the cats trying to lay beside Minho in bed.
You snuck outside your bedroom just to go out the balcony so you could call him in peace, ensuring that Seungmin was sleeping soundly in bed. After what happened with Seungmin earlier, it made you wonder if you were really not paying that much attention to him anymore. He rarely showed that vulnerable side of himself to you because he was always so composed and put together. Seeing him somewhat defeated earlier made your chest hurt.
You admit youâre unfaithful, but it doesnât mean you donât love him even, if that sounds so messed up.
âCâmon, what do you want? I have to leave early for work later, and Doongie is getting real chatty.â
You chuckled after hearing the constant meowing from the background; Doongie was probably grumpy that you woke him up too.
âItâs nothing. I justâŠâ You sighed, not even remembering why you called Minho. Now you have to think of something important because he would probably not let you hear the end of it the next time you see him. If there is a next time, at least.
Thoughts started to leave your mind as your heart calmed at just hearing the sound of Minhoâs breathing. No matter what others say about him or what he did to you when you were together, nothing would amount to how he makes you feel. Who would have thought that breathing through a call would calm you down? He didnât even need to say anything.
âIf I⊠if I break it off with Seungmin⊠Would you take me back?â
The question suddenly came out of you. It wasnât even what you were planning to say. But the long pause that Minho gave as a response was already an answer.
When you were about to say you would hang up, Minho cleared his throat.
âWould you leave Seungmin?â
one week later 7:50 pm
âArenât you supposed to be rich?â
You scoffed at Minhoâs snarky comment, but you continued to stir the pot in front of you.
After the little call that you made with Minho last week, it really shook something inside you. But you, being the coward that you are, ignored it. You promised yourself that you would start coming to Minho for business-related purposes only. Still, here you are again, cooking a meal for the both of you instead of doing it for your boyfriend.
âYou probably have a personal chef at your beck and call in your huge penthouse, so why the hell would you ransack my barely stocked cupboard and refrigerator for food? You do know that I have three cats to feed, right?â
âShut up, thatâs nonsense.â
âHow dare you call my cats nonsense? Look at those little devils enjoying their playground thatâs worth at least a month of my salaââ
âIdiot!â you playfully hit Minhoâs arm after he misunderstood what you said. âI was talking about having a personal chef; that was nonsense. Iâm not rich.â
âYeah, say all you want. But your fiancĂ© is probably swimming in money.â
There he goes again. You sighed, turned off the stove, and removed your apron as you entered his living room.
Minho has been quite vocal about you being with Seungmin lately. It was like an unspoken rule between the both of you to rarely talk about him when you two were together. Seungmin doesnât exist when itâs just the two of you. But recently, he keeps pointing out how you were with someone else.
You heard his footsteps follow you to the sofa, but you didnât even want to look at him. He called out your name, but you didnât respond. When his voice went stern, you finally glanced in his direction. He stood a few feet away from you, hands bawled into fists.
âLeave him,â Minhoâs voice was barely above a whisper, but you heard him clearly. So loud that you felt like it echoed throughout the whole apartment.
âWhat?â You feel breathless, feeling like you were underwater; your body suddenly doesnât want to move to gasp for air.
âBe with me.â
Minho was determined. He was finally tired of hiding. He was tired of pretending he was okay when you didnât stay the night or hurry home before the two of you get caught. He was so sick of trying to meet you in secret or only seeing you when there was no sun outside.
He wanted to hold your hand, grab you by the waist, kiss you on your forehead. He wanted all those things back. He loved you and wanted everyone to know how much he did. He may have fucked up before, but he swore he would do better when you decide to be with him instead.
He was sick of all the sneaking around and all the lies he needed to remember. He doesnât think he has the stomach to hold it all together much longer.
âChoose me.â
Tears were pricking your eyes, and your vision blurred with the image of Minho waiting for your answer. All you could do was open your mouth, but no words came out. You werenât sure of the answer the day he asked if you would leave Seungmin for him. You thought that some part of you could do it and finally be with Minho. He was your greatest love and you thought you could drop everything just to be with him. But right now, with Minho almost begging you to be with him, leaving Seungmin suddenly became a clear-cut picture in your head.
You couldnât do it.
Seungmin was too perfect. His love for you was so pure. You know that you can never return the amount of love he has for you, but you know for sure that you love him enough to stay.
And you donât love Minho enough to choose him.
âIââ
A single tear fell from Minhoâs eye. He knows.
âNo, donât,â he sighed. âyou donât need to say it. Heâs good for you.â
8:06 pm
The silence between you and Minho was ear-piercing. Even after deciding that youâre not leaving your boyfriend over him, you canât believe he still has the heart to lead you outside his apartment and volunteer to take you to your car because of how dark the streets get.
It would have been pitch dark outside if not for the dimly lit street lights and the flashlight on Minhoâs phone guiding your steps on the pavement as you looked for your car. You were so used to leaving Minhoâs apartment at this time that the darkness didnât even bother you anymore.
Not until a voice so familiar called out your name from a distance.
âWhatâs this?â
Your heart dropped to your feet.
âSeungminââ
âIs that Minho with you?â
Minho was suddenly in front of you, his body covering yours as Seungmin stepped closer to the both of you.
âWhat the hell are you doing with my fiancĂ©e?â Seungminâs voice was raised, a voice you had never come out from him through all the years that you were together. He doesnât look like himself. His eyes were blazing with mixed feelings, anger, hurt, betrayal, and it was all because of you.
You pushed Minho away from in front of you and ran towards Seungmin, tears overflowing in your eyes as you tried to reach for your boyfriendâs hand.
âSeungmin, I can explain, I promise!â You sounded hysterical, trying to get a hold of Seungmin, but his eyes were zeroed in on the man behind you.
âSeungmin!â Grabbing his face in your hands, you tried to get him to look at you instead. âListen to me. This isnât his fault. Itâs me, all me, okay?â
âNo,â He removed your hold from him, the voice he let out seeming like broken glass but unwavering. âYou listen to me.â
A strained whimper came out from your lips, not knowing what to do. It felt like your whole world was falling apart slowly and painfully right in front of your eyes with every tear that fell from Seungminâs eyes.
It was you who did this.
âYou know what? All this time that youâve been sneaking around with him,â there was so much venom in the way he spoke as he pointed at Minho, but he remained quiet and still, letting all the anger fall on him.
âI know about it. Iâm not naive! But I told myself that one day, one day, youâre gonna stop,â Seungmin tried his best to hold in his sob, but it was too much for him. âOne day, youâll finally feel that you belong with me.â
He tried his best to remember all the times he did you wrong. He tried to think if everything he did was too big of a mistake that you have the need to cheat on him. Did he not treat you right? What was missing from him that you found in Minho instead?
He ran a hand through his hair, furiously wiping the salty tears that kept falling. âEvery fucking time I smell his perfume off of you, I told myself that I would turn a blind eye to it as long as you donât get yourself caught. As long as Iâm the one you come home to.â
The pain you were feeling right now would never amount to the pain that Seungmin was feeling. All the time he kept it all in, it finally pierced through his chest, that it felt like he was physically bleeding from the pain.
âDo I love you too much to do that?â
You sob, unable to bear how much hurt youâre putting him through right now. You tried reaching for him again, but he immediately stepped away. He looked at you like he saw a completely different person was before him, not someone he asked to marry.
âSeungmin, please. I stopped. I promise I did. I already cut things off with him to stay with you,â at that point, you didnât care. What you said was so wretched and cruel for both of the people there with you, but you couldnât possibly see your future without Seungmin. It was too late for you to realize that, but youâre taking all your chances here just to be able to stay with him.
He scoffed. He couldnât honestly believe that you thought you would win him back with that. âIs that supposed to make me happy? Is that supposed to redeem yourself?â He questioned incredulously. âDo you think that you finally leaving Minho after all these months, I would forgive you?â
Minho remained quiet behind you. He just stood there, taking all of it in. He deserved it. In fact, he thought he deserved more than the words coming out of Seungmin. He probably deserved a hit in the face or a few curses and vile words from your fiancĂ©, but Seungmin wasnât like that. Thatâs how nice he was; he wouldnât even curse the man you had illicit affairs with.
While you, on the other hand, canât do anything but cry. It was pathetic of you, but you know there was no escape from this. This was the end of the line, and you knew there was no one to blame except you and your selfishness.
Seungmin covered his tear-stricken face as he let out a choked laugh, âItâs fucking bullshit that I still donât hate you after all of this.â
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hai bb <3 ive missed youuu! i hope youâre doing so well.
iâm glad you received a lot of support from the neighborhood and that you raised awareness as well. itâs heartbreaking that these things happen and people get away with them more often than not </3
iâve been bed rotting a lot lately. this semester was so stressful that i gained like 30 pounds bc âšstress eatingâšand i have not been able to lose them bc âšpcosâš (oh the things we have to go through as women </3). and i canât handle looking in a mirror or thinking about outfits for lolla or lolla in general (only minho falling in love with me will break the curseđȘ) but i manage it through rewatching comfort shows and reading feminist literature that discourages my perfectionist needs.
iâve never rewatched kingdom entirely soooo new bedrotting materialđ thanks!
rhodes island kitten sent me!! he/sheâs doing so well but the mom is ever so protective and wonât even let me touch him/her anymoređȘ (she only likes men)
the kitten interview is my new comfort skz content is2g. i love seeing non-cat parents handle kittens. itâs hilarious. everyone struggling and lee know just like âyeah i live like thisâ. channie was so good with them too! petition for cat dad! chan fr. and the claws!! my cats used to do that so much and at that age they donât really have too much control of them so it is not for the faint of heart. i felt for them đ
i havenât preordered the album yetđȘ and probs wonât order it until after lolla bc i have no self control either and kinda went off with my spending on baby stuff for my nephew (whoâs due in a month btw such excitement! much scary!) and ateez comeback (kpop doesnât help my finances).
i looooove your junhan pc aesthetic! i didnât know you liked xdhđ„čđ„č im waiting for my album to arrive bc i preordered it with some other things that werenât in stock but it just shipped outđ„č i shall update on my pullsâš
take care bb! i love youuuuđ«¶đ» i hope you have the best week ever!
MY ANGELLLLLLLL đ«¶đŒđâ€ïžđ itâs so good to chat with you on here again Iâve missed you so so dearly
THE BEDROTTINGâŠ. IS SO REALâŠâŠâŠâŠ last week I genuinely woke up at 6pm and I thought I just napped or something for a good minute bc I was like there is no way I just slept the entire day away. There was in fact a way bc it was literally just 6pm and I lost my entire Saturday đ this bedrot slay
NAURRRR not the kitten who only likes men !!!!???.?.?.?.?.?..? PLSSSS my cat at my parentsâ place is so particular to men for some reason and Iâm like. GIRL. STAND UP. GET UP. Luckily Momo hates everyone so sheâs kind of feminist in the âI only fw my motherâ kind of way. Also side note she has so many fans in my apartment complex now and thereâs a family with kids who look for her every day to take pics of her in my window đđ she naps in my window all day long when I leave it open while Iâm working so the whole neighborhood just ADORES her lol itâs the cutest thing everrrrrr
The amount of times Iâve watched the skz kitten interview. oh my fucking god. Jisungâs little âsay something to the worldâ HWLELPPPDLDKKFDJ I genuinely cannot pick whoâs more cutie between them đ Chan never struck me as a cat person but in hindsight he gets along with everyone and everything so. makes sense đ«¶đ and Minho is just Minho ofc
IM NGL I only preordered to get a signed album and it wasnât until after I checked out that I realized I bought the regular ones and then the signed ones sold out đ I was like. Oh. Oh! Ok. My wallet is CRYINGGGGG but at least itâs preordered???? LMAO đđđ
I bought my first xdh album a few weeks ago and Iâve been dragging my jh pcs around like a ghost child with their haunted victorian doll oh my god I am OBSESSEDDDD WITH HIM đ€I also got so many xdh posters with it for some reason so I finally caved and hung all my big ass pob posters in my room and it fully looks like a kpop store in here now LMAO đ¶ââïžYES update all your pulls !!!!!!!!! Iâm so excited đŒ
ALSO THE SKZ MEME PLEEAAKKXKXKDKEK SOOOO FUCKING REAL the way my sister texted me the shinee version of that meme this morning đđ I love you bb I hope you have the best week !!!!!!!!!!!! đđđđđ«¶đ«¶đ«¶
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I miss Minho and Kitten đ„ș I really really love their dynamic so so much, it's so much fun to read đ I think you've talked about this briefly but what are some things that changed about their relationship once they good together? Apart from the kissing and romantic stuff ofc
Also I need them to live together and do all kinds of cute domestic shit please I'm so weak for them I can't lmao (can you tell Minho is my bias and I'm dying at the thought of how good he's gonna look this next comeback in this essay I will)
i don't think much changed tbh ! just some key points:
they see each other more often now. when they were just friends they settled to meeting once a month and having video calls every weeks or talking every day on the phone, now they meet weekly because it's become even more unbearable to be apart.
minho demands he's called by his name or loving pet names only. no bros or dudes or mans.
Kitten has started stealing more shirts and hoodies than ever before.
sir percival is grumpy because Kitten has started spending every weekend at Minho's and he now throws tantrums whenever Minho comes over to her place. Minho just sits there and takes it (he stills curls up in a little ball by minho's feet to sleep at night if he stays over).
the painfully obvious sexual tension that everyone but themselves noticed and had to endure has now dissipated (thank god).
maybe there'll be a next instalment with them related to the entire moving in thing đ we'll see !
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this looked so fun!! thereâll definitely be some missing months because i was a bit spotty with activity (surprisedpikachu.png), but regardless!!! letâs go !!
i was tagged by my loves: @ambivartence & @agibbangsââ !!
JANUARY
Most Popular/Favorite (the only thing I made this month lmao): postcards from mars hyunjin
MARCH
Most Popular: hyunjinâs birthday set!Â
Favorite: skz as a video game for their 4th anniversary. i think this is one of my favs period out of the entire list.
APRIL
Most Popular: this changlix in mixtape #4 for @lonelystreetlightâ set. god bless those two.Â
Favorite: MY AWKWARD SILENCE SET as #1 awkward silence stan this was sooo fun. i love her so much.
MAY
Most Popular: jesus christ i was on one this month i made so many sets. why. however most popular goes to this pink hyunjin set i made for @quokkiâ i totally forgot about omg
Favorite: this was the month of minho on this blog. if i had to choose either this moment with seungmin i made for my wife @hanjesungsâ or this vlog i giffed of him ! sorry iâm cheating. oops.Â
JUNE
Most Popular: hello miss circus teaser!!!Â
Favorite: sorry to cheat again. this was almost most popular if circus teaser hadnât been. yâall really were into minho drinking his coke zero (so was i thatâs why thats i giffed it) or minchan âworking outâ
JULY
Most Popular: minho doing nayeonâs pop choreo on vlive. this destroyed yaâll in a way words canât describe. jesus christ.Â
Favorite: me, cheating again. my 1 year with skz set, this pink minchan set that took me ten million years to upload, and this anniversary tag set!
AUGUST
Most Popular/Favorite: this skz members if they had digimon crests posts i made which i lied earlier. this is actually my favorite post of this year.Â
OCTOBER
Most Popular: hello puppy interview where the joke was definitely not said wrong !
Favorite: chris bday edit, minho bday edit, and my first yonk edit!!!!! no i will not choose bc this was also my bday month!!!! tayminchan month supremacy!!!!!!
NOVEMBER
Most Popular: seungmin + puppy for @hanjesungsâ again hehe. also known as 2 puppies 2 puppies one jeju
Favorite: camping with lino!!!!!!! i love giffing a good lino vlog!!!!!!!!
DECEMBER
Most Popular: minho squared!!!!!! they did this for me, actually. also wow. minho was all over this blog this year huh. oops.
Favorite: yonk bday edit!!!!!! i also rlly loved this bambam set from riBBon.Â
 i think thatâs all!!! only 2 missing months, which isnât so bad!! iâm taggingggg: @chanstopher, @briankang, @jeonwonwoo, @quokki, @sanayeon, @yonglixx, @minzbins, and @yang-innieâ !!!!
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hi hi angel!!! how are you?
itâs been sorta insane for me in the worst way (things are kinda better rn). long story short, i have two classes with the same professor and we had the final project (that i clutched super insanely and got a 98!! yay we love that) but i donât have the best grades in the other class. so the thing is that since i donât have the best grade in that one i obsessively check for her feedback on assignments and to see if thereâs new assignments posted. and i randomly check yesterday and thereâs two assignments that i had never seen (but she mentioned them at the start of the semester). i click on them and the assignments were overdue by like 2 months and i start having a full blown panic attack in the class. and i wait for it to finish and i ask to talk to her and i literally start bawling bc i thought that i hadnât sent them. and sheâs just like âtake a breath, donât worry, nobody sent them. idk what happened to the platform but it seems that they were never visible to anyone.â so yeah, i had a panic attack for nothing. but i told her about how overwhelmed and anxious ive been and that im back on pills and itâs been super hard too. and, sheâs very strict but she was very nice about it and told me that she was always there if i needed to talk. and reassured that i wasnât failing.
so yeah, i need my emotional support barbie/bratz too!! letâs make them happen. i looooove barbie and bratz movies soooo much but i hadnât found anywhere to watch them until now :((( but i shall continue this weekend!!
for my momâs bday we ate mofongo! idk if youâve ever tried it but itâs soooo yum.
ateez, skz and shinee comebacks are literally insane, neither my wallet or my mental health can process it. iâm so excited!!!
tattoo update: im getting it done on monday!! iâm so excited!! i rlly want a piercing too but i rlly rlly want a skzoo </3
the fact that youâve been having shinee dreams is sooo slay!! iâve only had one shinee dream ever and it was literally the day i first saw the ring ding dong video like in 2012. (i beg you my unconscious or wherever dreams come from, give me some minho dreamsđđ»). and im still soooo traumatized from my hyunjin dream, i will never be able to take a nude without thinking about that </3.
(i almost forgottt!!! i had never read the tv girl felix fic!! iâve been getting into tv girl lately bc i saw that you really liked them and i love every playlist youâve done for your fics so i trust ur judgment. anyways, not allowed felix is my new roman empire <3)
i missed u bb! i had two frozen mochas in ur honor with my classmates <3 i hope youâre well! and that ur weekend goes sooo well and that you can give everyone hickeys <3
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Hi baby!!!!!!! Iâm so sorry to hear this week has been so stressful :((
Iâm so glad your professor was so understanding about it! I looooove when professors take the time to hear you out and give you a second chance at doing an assignment. I had something really similar happen in my freshman year of college where we had these textbook quizzes that were optional, but you had to at least open it to get credit and I didnât know they had due dates bc they were optional so I realized like halfway through the semester I was missing a good HALF of them and I cried my eyes out so hard when I found out. I talked to my professor and she was super understanding about it because Iâd gotten good grades on her tests so far and I never skipped any lectures so she reopened all the assignments for me and let me resubmit them đ„č like all it takes it some communication!! Thankful for good professors and especially ones who understand when youâre going through a rough time. I hope things get easier and Iâm always here for you if you need anything at all bby đ«¶đđđ
Iâm planning on bedrotting all weekend so catch me watching bratz & Barbie movies too LMAO I need to heal my inner child đ§ââïžđŻïžđŻïžđŻïž
I have never heard of mofongo but I just looked it up and it looks AMAZINGGGG oh my god I need to try it so bad
PLEASE I need to be saving so badly I am NAWTTTT ready for skz/shinee/Ateez comebacks at all!!!! I want to go to 2 cities for Ateez if I can but the prices are so much higher than I thought they would be so I think I might just try for VIP in my city and hopefully get send-off! I need to be face to face with Yeosang at least once in my life đđ«¶
SOOOOOO EXCITED FOR YOUR TATTOOOOOO BABY AHHHHHH I CANT WAIT TO SEE IT !!
Onew dreams fulfill me so much I swear I wake up with the biggest wave of SADNESSSS bc Iâm so sad weâre not married irl đđ he also smells vvvv good I love him so much
PLEASE not allowed Felix fic is making its rounds again since I linked it to that anon and I still hate it just as much as I used to lfmfnkdemdnmsjjfjf itâs coming up on its year anniversary so I wonât shit on it tooooo much since it was the start of this blog (but realistically WTRS was the start) but oh goddd I hate it đ still love TV girl tho TV GIRL MY BELOVEDDDD đđ«¶đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶
I missed you so much bby Iâm gonna have some good coffee tomorrow in your honor and bring a cute pc!!!! Have the bestest rest of your week I love you so so so much đ«¶đđđđđđđđŒ
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[ asterâ do you have any 'fictional crushes' on any movie, tv show, or book characters? who and why? ]
well there's a lot.
like a lot lot.
but to give the general rundown of every crush I used to have AND still have to this day.
(warning: long ass post lmao)
dear God help me
I used to really like Jack but that's cause my sorry ass was cis and straight and I did not know what it felt to like other girls.
I grew out of it cause it was cringe and tbh he wont get along with me too much LMAOOOO
ANOTHER ONE I LIKE IS MINHO FROM THE MAZE RUNNER AND IT'S THE BOOK VERSION OF HIM- but the movie somewhat justified his sass like DAMN.
I also love Newt in the books, fucking cried when I red The Death Cure (I'm so sorry Newt) AND THE FUCKING ENDING I AM WEEPING AT THE TRILOGY.
Theresa was my then crush now :/ because the conclusion was. wack.
Okayokayokay so uh next lmao
on the topic of TMR, I red a lot of books when I was in my 7th to 9th grade years (mostly cause my old phones either broke or got taken away), and I actually liked a few people I red?
I love Poison from Chris Wooding, but it became less love and more "I like the character" (and also it got me into the matters of worldbuilding with fantasy so ty Chris Wooding)
The Selection by Kiera Cass was a book I CANNOT put down and I love the MC and the male lead. I forgot their names because its been years BUT I CRAVE TO READ IT AGAIN AND THE REST SOB SOB
Uhhhhh who else fuck uh, rattling my brain---
there was this one book that's like (I forgot the title name I apologize in advance) the house is abandoned and there's the typical girl that moves in from her apartment, and the plot is just. so wack? But the ending is that this one guy she's into is running some fucking cult and he's into this other girl but it is MESSY.
And the other guy which was the bad boy was tryna help but reminded me of Scara
my dumbass back then liked the guy that ran the cult. yeah, freaky.
mmmm which book uh, fuck-
OH THERE'S ONE BOOK I KINDA REMEMBER THE PLOT OF
its premise is so!! Interesting!! And basically the plot is just royalty but with magic, and the parents got killed one night. and then the MC and her brother ran away from royalty (so true), and in recent times, her and her bro tried to get away cause she found em, he dies, and she's out for blood.
I'm so sorry this plot is wack its been years bUT I LOVE IT AND OH MY GOD
HOLDING YOUR SHOULDERS RN
I LOVE THE MC
I am not joking the MC??? She's such a girlboss and my young self was SMITTEN. Fucking lesbian that's closeted smh smh
I swear I'm gonna write abt that plot one day in a series once I remember, trust me.
OKAY NEXT
uhhhhh tv shows
um shit
so I have a confession to make:
I have no idea who I liked back when I was so young and used to wach TV shows. like a normal kid.
BUT I used to like Boboiboy because an old friend from elementary had me hooked on the seriesâŠ
⊠buuuuuut I fell out of it and honestly lost touch with her :( it was sad because she's the first person I can say I rlly enjoyed talking abt shit like this, but. yeah. still miss her tbh.
mmmmm I think that's it? I mean, if you want me to rant abt gaming fictional characters then I'll def rb this LMAO
but yeah, that's all the crushes I have lol
#đč| navi speaks#đč| navi plays: ask games#đč| tea time with: esther#;; im so sorry for the rant#;; its gonna be longer w/ videogame crushes and the like though#;; but honestly the rest of these are like- i USED to like them#;; and now its eh#;; the plot is cool for most of them#;; some are wack#;; thats all
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@chimivx so i read all 3 parts of this last night when i should've been sleeping đ
but i couldn't help myself. and honestly, i've been thinking about this story (particularly this 3rd part), like, all day. i woke up thinking about it, i thought about it at work, and (obviously) i'm thinking about it again now.
the portrayal of these toxic relationships is so... i don't know, captivating? i don't know what the word is, but as far as entertainment goes, this story has it in spades for me. consider me moved, heartbroken, endeared, and on the edge of my seat.
your choice of words in basically any given sentence is stellar. i mean, "smize" ??? i never ever see that word! and i love your use of it! and the conversations between characters in any situation are realistic and wonderful. even when they're arguing, even when i want to knock some sense into these people, i still adore the dialogue in this story. the descriptions of body language are also sooo clear and defined and easy to visualize, which i always love.
while i love the events in parts 1 and 2, it's this 3rd part that is, like, haunting me. you mention in your author's note that you're not sure how many people would like this turn of events, but i, for one, love it. and i have to conclude it's specifically because of the way you've written it because i like reading this type of situation (love triangle + unexpected pregnancy, i mean), but i feel like it's tricky to write in a really compelling way? but my god do i feel for these characters SO MUCH after reading this! it's a testament of just how fleshed out and human you've made them and i'm applauding you so much for that.
(getting a bit spoiler-y and i also have a bit more to say so i'll put a cut now đ
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ofc hyunjin is the biological father of the baby, goddamnit. why do i love that though?? oh, because he and the reader are "tied for the most self destructive bitch". they're just going to be tied together forever, now by an actual living person with both their dna, and i just love the drama.
and minho đ„ș yeah i know who you mean by "the other was actually his father". minho has been such a SAINT that i actually kind of hope there *aren't* more parts to this đŹđ
just so i can believe he and the reader live happily together forever and hyunjin FUCKS OFF for good.
but... the way hyunjin was looking at his son though. and him accepting the name he was given for the sake of the baby. and the way felix makes him genuinely laugh. đ why'd you do this to me, the guy's such a dick but so... likeable still. fuck.
(also just a quick sidenote, when chan arrived at the scene... i loved every fucking word he said lmao idk why but just imagining him getting felix and hyunjin the hell out of there and away from his âšfamilyâš (my heart!) was just so great. "i like this felix. control your man, yeah?" - the snarkyness was perfect. *chef's kiss*
i'm sure i'm missing even more thoughts that i want to share with you about this story and i'm sorry if this is all over the place but my brain is mush thinking of all this angst and sweetness and toxicity lmao.
in short: thank you so much for writing and sharing this beautiful, tragic, sweet, heartbreaking story. i've enjoyed it so very very much.
HAVEN. (3) -> Lee Know x Fem!Reader ( she/her pronouns )
summary: Welcome to your future, one you never could have imagined for yourself. Ever. It was only two years ago you and Minho renounced your Haven days, only to get swallowed by diapers and sleepless nights. For once, you think you're finally happy, but nonetheless, he finds you again.
words:Â 6k
warnings: infidelity themes, babies, no smut (sorry lol), hyunlix, violent themes (one punch is thrown), everyone is just still so toxic will they ever have any peace, if I forgot anything PLEASE LET ME KNOW!
a/n: Not sure how many people will like the turn this took. I don't know why this came out of me, and I don't know why I did such a huge time jump. I love this, however. This feels like an ending, but also like a stepping stone. Not sure this is over yet. ENJOY! xo
âDada! Dada! Dada!â Is screamed from the high chair beside where you sit pulling apart pieces of banana, tossing them onto the tray for the little boy to eat.
âBaby! Baby! Baby!â Gets shouted back from the dark haired, sweater wearing figure with his back to you. Glancing over his shoulder, Minho smiles at your son, reassuring him he was still there, he was only cooking at the stove.
The house smelled of a mix of sweet and savory breakfast foods Minho had started preparing after you popped your baby in the bathtub. It was Saturday morning, which meant he had the day off- the entire weekend off, actually- leaving him with forty-eight hours to do his favorite thing. Take care of his little family.
When life shifted for the two of you, Minho wasted no time. In a week you were officially moved into his house with some help from Han and Chan, and for a year and a nine months or so, youâve been living somewhat peacefully in your unexpected happily ever after.
Finding out you were pregnant didnât come as much of a shock, if anything it became a nuisance. Almost like a reality check, or some type of wake up call, those two pink lines you discovered in Hanâs bathroom put everything into perspective.
For nearly the entirety of the pregnancy, you were riding an unpredictable whirlwind of a rollercoaster. It was truly an unforgiving trip, one you never hope to experience ever again.
The chubby cheeks and cheesy smile that was being flashed at you this morning made it all worthwhile, however. Bringing your son into this world after debating whether or not you wanted to was the best decision you had ever made for yourself.
âDada!â He shouts once again, with more persistence since Minho was focused on the pans in front of him. Turning back with a silly glare for the baby, your son erupts into a fit of giggles, throwing a chunk of banana onto the tiled kitchen floor to which Minho gasps.
âNot on the floor that hasnât been washed in⊠forever,â Minho groans, then starts to laugh as he looks at you. Breaking off a piece of the fruit, you pop it in your own mouth and shake your head, wearing a smile.
âSomeone should do something about that,â You say.
âIf heâs gonna make more messes, why clean it in the first place?â Minho snickers, then focuses back on his work.
Slapping a hand on the tray, your son grabs a fistful of banana and holds it up in the air, turning you.Â
âDonât even think about it,â You say gently, smizing at your son. He cracks a smile, one that squishes his cheeks and almost closes his eyes as he showed off his few tiny teeth. He was a carbon copy of his father with his round face, soft jaw, and button nose.
Every time he smiled you were reminded of where he came from, his little grin had the ability to take over his expression just like his fathers, his eyes scrunched into little half moons just the same.
âEat your banana,â You say, watching him relax as you continue to speak kindly to him, âIt is so tasty, trust me, Iâve eaten more of it.â Rolling your eyes, you take another bite and hear Minho laugh from the stove.
âThereâs two more over here, want another?â He asks, peering over toward you. Outside thereâs a sound of a car pulling up into the driveway.
âNo thank you,â You answer vaguely, leaning forward in your chair to try to see out the kitchen window. This neighborhood was typically a quiet one, and to get to your driveway one would have to take a detour down an alleyway not many people knew about. It was extremely rare to have surprise visitors.
âIs Han coming over?â You ask, standing up, âAh!â You raise your voice in defeat as your son jackhammers the banana to the floor, laughing with glee.
âNo, heâs away this weekend,â Minho mumbles, half in the zone as he glances around to find the source of your stress. Clicking his tongue when he caught sight of the squished fruit, he sighs and chuckles. He says some cute things to the baby as you fold your arms over your chest and step over to the back door to get a good look out the window.
A dark, sapphire blue four door model of an expensive sports car was parked beside Minhoâs Range Rover, a car you havenât seen a day in your life. The windows were tinted black, shielding whoever was inside from the outside world.
âWho is it?â Minho asks from behind you. He took matters into his own hands and was now feeding the banana directly to your son, who didnât seem to want to put up a fight. If he had Minhoâs attention, he was happy as ever.Â
âProbably some lost jackass,â You mutter, squinting at the vehicle.Â
This has happened before, random people pulling into yourâs, or your neighbors driveways, looking for their way across town. It wasnât a bougie way of live where you were living, in fact it was pretty run down, but itâs perfect for your family.
âBaba, baba,â Your son babbles with a mouthful of banana, âBaaaba!â
âShit, I didnât make one,â You sigh, turning to the boys for a second. Minho pops another piece of fruit between the babyâs lips and nods.
âI got it,ïżœïżœïżœ He smiles, checking you out head to toe as he walks towards the cabinets to prepare a bottle for your son.
âDonât look at me like that,â Your cheeks flush after he winks at you.
âCanât help it,â He playfully rolls his eyes, scooping formula from a tin, âYouâre gorgeous.â
Giggling to yourself, you bite onto your bottom lip and glance down at your pajamas that were overdue for a wash. Your hair was pulled back messily and there wasnât a trace of makeup on your morning face, you havenât even showered yet, the baby was clean before you. Mom life wasnât glamorous in the slightest, yet Minho had a way of making you feel like you were a million bucks every single day.
Giving him one more happy smile, your attention is turned back outside at the sound of a car door slamming shut. Long, sleek blonde hair pulled back halfway in a tie with angry brows and eyes glaring at you in the window are walking toward the back porch steps.
âYouâve got to be kidding me,â Your tone falls disgustingly bitter. The smile you once wore is smacked off your expression by the grimace moving closer to your door.
At the counter, Minho tries asking you what was going on, and who had shown up, though judging by your tone he could take a wild guess and hit a bullseye.
Snatching the handle of the door, you storm out onto the porch before the dominatrix has a chance to walk up the stairs. He walked with a purpose, his shoulders slightly raised in anger.
âWhat the fuck do you want, Hyunjin?â You spat, your stance wide at the top of the stairs so he couldnât get past you. Looking up at you from the ground, he drags his tongue across his bottom lip, smirking, taking in the sight before him.
Itâd been three months since the last time either of you were around one another.
If it were two years ago, youâd be sweating under pressure standing here dressed like this in front of him. The person you were before Minho and your son was weak for Hyunjin, youâd be insanely flustered and would rather drop dead than let this heartthrob see you without a shower.
More than one blessing came from having your son, you were gifted the ability to no longer care what other people thought of you, especially this asshole. Your priorities were to raise and protect your son, and nurture your relationship with Minho.
Hyunjin tucks a piece of his lightened hair behind his ear and places his hands on the railings of the stairs, lifting a foot to rest it on the bottom one. You copy his stance, asserting dominance, telling him with body language that he wasnât getting inside your home.
âAnswer the question,â You mutter, sharpening your eyes.
âNot even a hello,â Hyunjin sighs, the angsty smirk still playing on his lips, âYouâve changed.â
âI havenât heard from you in three months, you donât deserve a hello,â You say, âWhat the fuck do you want, before I call the cops.â
Narrowing his glare, he cocks his head to the side and quietly says, âI want my son.â
A loud, humorless cackle of disbelief escapes you. Tossing your head backward, you sigh heavily and canât hide the fury that manifests as a maniacal grin.
âYouâre unbelievable,â You say. Hyunjin doesnât find it as funny as you.
âI want my son,â He says a bit louder, tightening his grip on the posts.
âThen you shouldâve called the judge,â You throw in his face, âThree months, Hyunjin. Thats a looot of visits to miss, you broke the fucking agreement, and now you show up without permission, which is also against the agreement, and demand me to give you my son.â
The main reason you were unsure whether or not to become a mother was staring you in the face. In fact, it had to do with both men, the one taking care of the baby inside the house as well. That night at Hanâs, after feeling sick for almost an entire month, the moment those lines appeared you were distraught, your heart ripping directly in half.
Coming out of a fresh break up, the two men you were romantically tangled up with had overlapped, leaving you unsure of who the child belonged to.Â
Twenty minutes were spent on the bathroom floor in silent tears, but the boys in the house were too good, and knew you too well. Minho sat outside the door, waiting patiently, asking you every now and again if you were alright and if youâd open the door for him when you were ready.
Around the fifth time he asked, once youâd exhausted yourself with sobs, you pulled the doorknob and popped the door open a crack. Minho stepped inside carefully, pouting at the sight of you curled up in a ball on the floor. He sat down next to you, held out his hand for you to hold and let you tell him what was going on at your own pace. From the very first moment, Minho was nothing but supportive, respectful and loving. He stepped up and took on the role Hyunjin didnât want even though there was a chance the child wasnât his.
A couple of months into your pregnancy you were able to find out who was responsible for the little one, and Minho was on board straight away. He accompanied you to all of your appointments anyway, and you were living in his house, there wasnât a second thought whether heâd want to help you or not.
Hyunjin was the one you had to chase. One would think if there was a fifty fifty shot that heâd be able to avoid this for the rest of his life that heâd want to take it, but it took Minho going through Han, going through Chan, going through Changbin, going through Felix to get to the bastard.
You prayed to a God you never believed in that the child was Minhoâs.Â
You wanted to be rid of Hyunjin.
Unfortunately that wasnât your fate, and now you were stuck dealing with him whenever he decided he wanted to be a father.
Part of you wonders if the ring Minho put on your finger after your son was born had anything to do with Hyunjinâs need to still care.
âOur lawyers alway said that if we could work it out on our own we wouldnât need to go to court,â Hyunjinâs tone mimics a taunt, like heâs talking down to a child. It boils your blood further.
âIâm dealing with you, I have to go to court,â You grill, âMy son is a year and three months old. Heâs going to start recognizing who is and isnât around.â
âThatâs why Iâm here,â Hyunjin shrugs, finding nothing wrong with his unannounced visit. Groaning audibly, you laugh again in sheer frustration.
âItâs damaging, Hyunjin,â You shake your head, âYou coming around every few months like heâs a dog whoâll be excited to see you no matter how long youâve been gone. Heâs a baby, this shit is psychologically damaging and I wonât let it happen to my son.â
âOur son,â Hyunjin smizes, knowing those words always got under your skin. Maintaining face, you harden your glare and clench your jaw. You said what needed to be said, he wasnât getting his hands on that baby.
From inside the house you hear your little one belly laughing, which means Hyunjin can hear him too. The smirk he wore on his lips falters at the sound. If there was anything he loathed most about this situation, it was that you ended up with Minho.
âOh, wow, heâs actually home?â He scoffs theatrically, âThought he took any chance he could get to go to work. I heard flirting with customers for tips doesnât make you much.âÂ
âYou should really get your facts straight before you try to piss me off,â You say raising your brows, âWhere do you get your information from? Minho hasnât worked at the bar for like six months.â Prodding his cheek with his tongue, Hyunjin shakes his head and glances away. It was a tiny victory, stumping him when he tried to play his mind games that no longer affected you. Every time he came back, you only got stronger.
âLet me have him, Iâll bring him back tomorrow,â He says, shifting only his eyes over to you.
Grinning, you nod towards the car and say, âYou even have a carseat? A crib? Bottles? Formula? Maybe a stroller?â He opens his mouth to speak, but you cut him right off, âWhat do you even need him for? You didnât want him!â Hyunjin slams his fists into the posts on the stairs, startling you.
âWhat if I want him now, dammit?!â He shouts.
You hear the door behind you open with a creak of the hinges. Keeping your glare fixed on Hyunjin, you watch with glee as his changes when he catches a glimpse of Minho over your shoulder.
âWhatâs going on?â Minho asks, looking down to Hyunjin with disgust.Â
The man at the bottom of the stairs canât seem to put together an answer, in fact it doesnât seem like heâs heard what Minhoâs said at all.
Turning your head, you find Minho close to the door with your son in his arms. The baby was content, laying back in the nook of Minhoâs elbow sucking down the bottle that he made. The sight was enough to make anyone melt.
âI donât appreciate the noise,â Minho, though coddling a baby, appeared defensive, âEspecially while thereâs children present.â Hyunjin rolls his eyes, knowing Minho chose those words on purpose.
âItâs ten in the fucking morning,â He says.
âLanguage?â Minho furrows his brows.
âPlease, you live with this one,â He points to you, âSheâs no fucking Mary Poppins. When did you get so soft, Min?â Titling his head to the side, Hyunjin smirks infamously, again.
âA lot changes when you become a father,â Minho narrows his eyes, âBut I donât need to explain, you already get it, donât you?â If looks could kill, Minho would be dead on the floor.
Stepping up onto the bottom stair, Hyunjin leans forward, ready to unload his meaningless bullshit, but the passenger door of his sports car is slammed shut, gathering everyone's attention from the porch.
âHyunjin,â Felixâs deep voice shouts, âLetâs go.â Another boy you havenât seen in three months. Though youâve heard from him, you text almost every other day. Not much had changed, except his hair that was now black as night. He was still tall, lanky, baby-faced Felix.
He gives you a look, a sympathetic one, as if heâs apologizing to you.
âReally?â You frown, and Felix shrugs.
âIâm sorry,â He says, giving his head a small shake, âI tried to stop this.â
âAlways,â Hyunjin groans dramatically, rolling his head backward, âYou always have to take her side.â Felix takes three steps closer, folding his arms.
âI do,â His tone is stern. Looking back at you, his eyes flicker to the baby for a second, then back to you. âYâokay?â He asks, his intention meaning something deeper.
âBe a lot better if I had a warning,â You say. Closing his eyes, Felix shrugs and shakes his head again. He knows better, he shouldâve called, but then again you know how Hyunjin can be when he gets something in his head. Itâs inevitable.
âWe werenât coming here,â Felix mutters, sending a glare toward Hyunjin whoâs grilling his boyfriend right back, âLetâs go. I told you how to go about this, this isnât it. Iâm driving us home.â
Behind you the baby cooâs, shifting himself around in Minhoâs arms to look where Felixâs voice was coming from. The bottle falls from his lips, Minho catching it quick before it rolls onto the ground.
Your son lifts a finger and points toward Felix, uttering a quiet, âWho?â
Sharing a look with Minho, you take a breath and say, âThatâs Felix.â
âVee-liss,â The baby tries to repeat, making Minho chuckle. His inquisitive little eyes scan his surroundings, and once they find you he reaches out his arms. âMama,â He cooâs.
Scooping him up you prop him on your hip and smile as he gazes around the backyard happily, taking in every sight and every sound. Watching him experience life for the first time is something unimaginable, you almost forget that thereâs trash on your doorstep.
Swapping your smile for a stone cold glare, you look down at Hyunjin whoâs completely enamored by your son.
Eyes as big as the moon, Hyunjin watches the little one intently, slightly smiling at every tiny move heâd make. All four of you stood in silence, letting the child have a moment.
That was a thing parents did with others- sit around and watch their babies do things. Many evenings have been spent with Chan and Han on the living room floor while your son tore apart his toy box. Nights at Haven were a thing of the past.
You keep your eyes on Hyunjin while he watches your son, keeping an indestructible barrier around your heart. A master of charisma, you wouldnât allow him to âpuppy dog eyeâsâ his way into getting what he wants today.Â
Shit, thatâs what gave you the very thing you hold in your arms.
âHeâs beautiful,â Hyunjin whispers, not wanting to disturb the childâs admiration of nature. Sighing, you nod.
Three months ago he saw him through a car window. It was a measly glance, nothing of grandeur, happening just before Hyunjin snatched the child support agreement out of your hands to rip it in half. The day before his first birthday.
âHe looks like you,â Hyunjin says, pulling his eyes away from the baby for half a second to look at you.
You scoff and pull a silly face, âNot in the slightest.â
Hyunjin makes a soft sound that warms the edges of the cold front you were projecting, a small laugh that tumbles you backward a couple of years. It was genuine, and you knew it was genuine because Felix gets him to make that sound often. At least, he used to when youâd be around them before the rapture.
Your son looks down at where the sound came from, finally acknowledging the human being a few feet in front of him, a moment you hoped wouldnât happen.
Hyunjin gives him a smile.
Your son lifts a finger to point at him, saying, âWho?â And Hyunjins smile falters.
The light that started to pool in his eyes the second your son came out onto the porch was wiped away, like the only word your son knew how to properly say in the right context had physically hurt him.
Swallowing hard, you honestly arenât sure what to say. Hyunjin hasnât been a constant in his life, he didnât have a name.Â
Hannie, was his Uncle Han. Channie, was his Uncle Chan. The other boys, when they came around, got silly nicknames too, but these two werenât around ever. You never expected them to need introductions.
âWho?â Your son asks again, looking to you for instruction. Meeting his eyes, you try to take a deep breath but feel like someone has wrapped a rope around your lungs.
Hyunjin is watching with a broken heart and a longing gaze, and Minho stands behind you with his arms folded, a protective foot away. One was his father, and the other was actually his father.
Hyunjin, though he put up a believable act today, you werenât sure if he was going to split again.
So, through your teeth, you mutter a painful, âJinnie,â just as your son was about to ask you who this man was for the third time.
Placing one hand on your shoulder and the other over your heart, your baby looks at Hyunjin and gives him a once over. A sassy habit of his when he was around anyone unfamiliar, something he inherited from none other than Hyunjin himself.
âChi-nny,â The baby says.
âThatâs me,â Hyunjin says gently.
Breaking your gaze off of your son, you look down to him in shock that he didnât protest the name.
âChi-nny, well, Mama,â Your son says, his tone sad, laying his head down on your shoulder. Biting your bottom lip you avert your eyes from Hyunjin and take a grounding breath.
He remembers him.
âTime to go inside,â Minho suggests, smoothing a hand over both of your backs. Hyunjin furrows his brows.
âWhy?â He asks.
Thinning your lips for a second you bob your head, âJinnie, yell, Mama,â You repeat clearly for Hyunjin to hear.
âWhat!â He screws his face up in confusion, beginning to raise his voice already, proving to the toddler that Jinnie, does in fact, yell at Mama.
âHe remembers you,â You shrug, pulling yourself out of the baby daddy fantasy that was minutes away from ensuing.
Hyunjin nearly gasps, âRemembers⊠me?â
Rolling your eyes you say, âWe were in the parking lot of the grocery store. I was picking up his birthday cake, you were visiting the liquor store next door,â Hyunjin glances to the stairs, âIt was the first time in a long time Iâd caught you, so I tried to give you the paperwork.â
âYou took it from her, ripped it to pieces and screamed in her face,â Minho adds, giving your waist a soothing squeeze, âWhile this one watched from the window.â
The baby in your arms turns around to look at Minho, a grin breaking out onto his chubby cheeks, âDada,â He cooâs, holding out a hand toward him.
Hyunjin whips his head up in a flash, eyes burning into Minhoâs.
âReally? Kid calls you Dada?â He spats, âIâm half of him, and I get Jinnie?â
âHyunjin,â Felix states, taking three more steps toward the stairs, âLetâs⊠go.â
The blonde takes a step, getting closer as he rises on the stairs. Behind you, Minho pulls you aside, taking your place at the top of the staircase. His arms fan out to hold onto the railings in case Hyunjin tried to slip through.
âYou donât deserve that title,â Minho grills, narrowing his eyes, âAnd last time I checked, you arenât listed on the birth certificate, did you forget about that?âÂ
Hyunjin shoots you a chilling glare thatâs broken in more ways than one.
Your son watches his father with caution, observing his behavior while cuddling up on your shoulder. Cradling the back of his head, you look over to Felix and plead him with your eyes to take Hyunjin away.
If anyone could remember what happened the last time these two went nose to nose, theyâd want to end this as fast as possible.
Felix nods, dropping his arms to his side.
âDid you forget the kidâs a product of her cheating on you?â Hyunjinâs expression breaks out into a grin, making him seem proud, âRemember that?â He takes another step up the porch, and just before heâs eye level with Minho, whoâs temper was rising by the millisecond, Felix is grabbing onto Hyunjinâs wrist.
Minhoâs grip on the railings relaxes, color returning to his knuckles as he says, âYouâve gone soft, Jinnie,â Teasing him with his own words, letting the nickname hit him where it hurts, âFelix wear the pants now?â He says while Felix pulls Hyunjin down to the grass, giving Minho a look in the process.
âMinho,â You whisper harshly. Felix has done plenty for you since your son came into the picture, there was no need to talk down to him.
âSorry, Lix,â Minho says softly, shaking his head.
The lanky boy locking Hyunjin under his arm is about to open his mouth until a car whizzing down your street takes the scene. It comes to a screeching stop at your curb.
âOh, wonderful,â Hyunjin chuckles.
The car door slams shut behind an angry Chan walking up your lawn. Felix sighs in exhaustion, or frustration. Probably both.
âWeâre leaving,â He raises his voice, holding a hand up to Chan, waving a white flag.
âYou called Chan?â You whisper to Minho who gives you a smirk.
âDamn right youâre leaving,â Chan says, puffing his chest, stopping beside Hyunjin and Felixâs car.
Your son squirms in your arms, sitting up tall to shout, âANNIE!â
He catches Hyunjinâs attention once more. Submissive in Felixâs grip while his boyfriend defends him, his gaze softens immensely, sending a shattering crack through the walls youâve put up around you and your family.
Stumbling over his own feet as Felix guides him to the car, heâs acting like itâs going to be the last time he sees his son. Chan and Minhoâs voices are ineffective, he canât hear a thing theyâre saying and neither can you.
Your little one digs his fingers into your arm, agitated by the scene ensuing around him.
âLet me get the door for ya,â Chan snickers, yanking the passenger door of the sports car open. Felix avoids eye contact, letting the bullets in the form of words rain down over them both.
Hyunjin grips onto the edge of the door, resisting Felixâs attempt to sit him down. He frowns, his lips pulling downward in a way they would before heâd cry.
Your son would make the same face.
Felix mutters something to him only the two can hear, and Chan, probably begging him to get in the car so he could avoid a physical end to this story.
âNeed some help?â Chan questions sarcastically, rounding the door to grab onto Hyunjinâs arms, yanking them off of the door.
Hyunjin retaliates, tearing his eyes off of the baby, pushing Chan away on the chest. Then the Hyunjin youâve come to know makes an appearance. Throwing a hand backward in form of a fist, he launches it at Chan, aiming for his jaw, but the Aussie catches it instead, jutting backward the slightest.
Flinching, Felix groans audibly and shoves Chan backward himself with his hip.
âFuck off!â He shouts at him, âChan, fuck off!âÂ
Holding his hands up, Chan smirks and takes two steps back.
âI like this Felix,â He says, âControl your man, yeah? You leave my family alone.â
Shaking his head, Felix finally gets Hyunjin into the car, slamming the door shut. He doesnât say anything to Chan, nor to Minho. Instead, as he rounds the car he gives you a wave and gets inside.
âBye!â Chan shouts happily, slapping the top of the car twice as it starts to back down the driveway.
The three and a half of you are quiet as you watch the shiny blue car disappear down the street.
A lump manifests in your throat, one that threatens to bring tears to your eyes. Your son, the very being who you swore to protect was experiencing his first moment of grief. And it was for you, of all people, because of his estranged biological father.
Thereâs a soft babble from your hip, the little one humming a few noises without care, happy the world around him was quiet once more. Taking a look at him heâs focused on you, gazing up with a look that resembles admiration.
He sits himself up properly, holding onto your shoulder with both hands, and smiles.
âIâm sorry,â You whisper to him, giving a smile in return.
Down on the lawn Chan was starting his way up the stairs, brushing his hands together, muttering, âHe didnât touch you did he?â to whoever was listening. Minho, shaking his head, extends a hand to shake one of Chanâs, and begins to explain the situation to him, gesturing toward you a couple of times.
âMaaama,â Your son says softly, bouncing twice, kicking his feet.
âBaaaby,â You sing, dipping your chin down to kiss his squishy cheek. He giggles, shying away for half of a second before he throws himself onto your chest, nuzzling his head against you with the cutest coo.
This is when the tears spill, overwhelming you to the point of a sudden, sharp breath.
Minho whips his head in your direction, eyes wide, Chan glancing your way as well.
âIâm okay,â You mumble, nodding your head a couple of times as the boys hurry to your side. Minho slides an arm over your shoulder, placing his hand on the back of your neck.
Massaging his fingers into your skin, he watches you calm yourself down, then says, âWe can do something about this,â He sends a glance to Chan, âWe can call our lawyer, see what we can do, or we can call the cops.â
âYeah, he canât get away with this,â Chanâs brows are furrowed deep into his eyes, âDisrupting your life unannounced is wrong in the first place, but he broke a contract. You guys could sue, probably.â
Minho swipes his thumb beneath your eyes, brushing away your tears. Falling quiet, he studies you, taking you in, not saying another word until you made up your mind.
You parented your son together, you made decisions together, you were raising him together, you loved him together, however, when it came down to the court, the agreements, the paperwork, the lawyers, the judges⊠Minho left a majority of that up to you. He shared his opinions and his feelings of course, to which you listened at full attention, taking them into consideration always, making sure he felt as involved as possible.
Minho was your son's father, he was your son's caregiver, he was the one who stayed, the one who stepped up when you couldâve been left with absolutely nothing.Â
But, one day your son is going to ask why he doesnât look like him. Heâs going to go to school and learn about families and wonder why his friends have simpler family treeâs than him. When he meets new doctors, new people, and has to go over family history he canât tell them about Minhoâs, he doesnât share an ounce of his DNA.
Heâs going to ask questions. He's going to be curious. Knowing yourself, and Hyunjin, the son you shared was going to be a nosey little jerk at some point in time, and you werenât sure if you wanted to cut off the source or not.
Looking at Minho now, shifting over to Chan momentarily, you can tell the two of them are ready to take action. They want to ruin him, finally put an end to the reign of terror, snuff out the darkness before your little one gains enough consciousness to know itâs even there.
âI can call whoever you want me to call,â Minho says quietly.
Parting your lips, hesitating for a moment, Minho perks a brow, on alert, until your voice paralyzes him.
âNo,â You whisper. Your fiancĂ© and best friend are stumped.
Your son has gone quiet, his chest rising and falling heavily against yours, being lulled to sleep by the sound of the birds chirping around you.
âNo?â Chan says when he realizes neither of you were going to say much else, looking between you both in disbelief. Minhoâs defeated eyes drop down the top of the baby's head. âYouâre crying,â He gestures to you, then to Minho, âYouâre furious,â He scoffs, âIâm pissed as fuck âcause I had to see his face, and now youâre not gonna do a thing about it?â
Taking a deep breath, focused on Minho, you give your head a slight shake, âNo.â
âHonestly, what theâŠâ Chan steps backward, dragging his fingers through his dark curls, âYou could make money here, you could be done with him, like done with him for real this time, and youâre not gonna do anything-â
âChan,â Minho snaps. Dropping his hands at his sides Chan turns and sighs. A thousand different things he could say flash through his expression before he even opens his mouth.
âAre you really not going to do anything?â He asks Minho, pausing between statements, emphasizing his frustration, âYouâre going to move past this like it never happened? So that it can happen again? And again?â
Swallowing hard, the lump in your throat is back.
âI know you, and I know why you wonât open your mouth,â Chan grills, shooting you a look before he focuses back on Minho, âYouâve got everything youâve always wanted and more. But, heâs still got his claws in deep.âÂ
âOh my god,â You groan, rolling your eyes. Tipping your chin up a bit so you donât have to look at either of them, you let a few tears slip down your cheeks. âChan, shut up.â
âIâm just saying,â The Aussie shrugs, âTo both of you even, itâs been well over a year, longer than that, and he is still messing with you guys.â
âI had his baby,â You sneer, glaring at him, eyes stinging. Sucking in a deep breath you continue, âMaybe it was a stupid decision, maybe I wasnât thinking clearly because he still has his claws in deep, maybe I was worried this would be my only chance to be a mom, maybe I was pushing a boundary to see if the people who say they love me would stay-â
âYou do a lot of that,â Chan nods, clenching his jaw, his own tears welling in his eyes. Minho points his eyes to the baby on your chest again, allowing you and Chan to hash this out yourselves.
Minho wouldnât be here if he didnât already know how you were. That was one thing none of your friends could get through their heads.Â
The realization that you and Hyunjin were one of the same.
Unable to let go of one another, unable to cut the cord, like a couple of sadistic addicts that fed on the drama, that needed it to live.
It appeared in both of your lives differently, Hyunjinâs lying on the forefront for the world to see, while yours lied beneath the surface, a trauma in your subconscious fueling this desire you unknowingly led your life with.
Seemingly enough, you both ended up with someone willing to set your issues aside and put up with them⊠Or, ignore them, and accept them because they loved you so deeply.
From the day Felix fell into Hyunjinâs trap you couldnât begin to ever wonder why someone so innocent, someone so sweet with so much going for them would settle for a monster that would bring them nothing but stress.
After whatâs just occurred today, and what has happened in the past, you meet Minhoâs eyes here on the porch, holding onto a baby that wasnât his, while wearing a ring he slipped onto your finger, and you wonder the same thing.
How did someone so sweet, with so much understanding, with so much talent, and so much going for them⊠How did he end up here with you?
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not so bad | lee minho
genre: lee minho x fem!reader | friends-to-lovers ; roommates ; college au ; swearing ; alcohol consumption
summary: falling for your best friend isnât the most ideal situation, but itâs not as bad as you think
wc: 13.7k
For most people, living with your best friend sounded like the most ideal situation - the absolute best and only option. Most people couldnât even begin to think about living with anyone else. Think about it; endless nights staying up watching some shitty Netflix live-action adaptation of an anime, eating Chinese take-out on lazy Sunday evenings, going grocery shopping together? The list of things to do together was infinite! Who else would anyone want to do all the boring domestic stuff with other than their best friend?
But you, on the other hand, would rather be homeless.
âWo~ow,â Minho scoffed when you rejected his generous offer.
The two of you sat in his newly-furnished, but still a bit empty, living room to take a break from unpacking and arranging all of his junk. About a month before the new semester started, Minhoâs rich-ass uncle so graciously offered him one of his several houses just a couple bus stops away from campus. As long as Minho kept the place clean and maybe got a roommate or two to help pay the mortgage, then he was free to stay until he graduated. Of course, you were the first person he asked because the above statements spent with you sounded like so much fun.
Too bad youâre cold and heartless and wanted him to die alone.
âWhy donât you want to move in?â his asked, cheeks filled with lo mein. âDidnât you just say you hated living at your place?â
âI didnât say I hate it⊠I just hate that she brings a different guy over every other day.â
âWell, that doesnât sound so bad. It sounds like normal roommate shit. Itâs better than her being a slob, isnât it?â
âI guess, but when itâs 2:00 am and I can hear EVERYTHING through the walls, I want to jump off the balcony.â
âNot everything.â
âI mean it, Minho. Everything.â
âDamn, invite me over next time.â You chuck a piece of your half-eaten fortune cookie and it hit him right on his bare forehead leaving a tiny scratch mark. âOw! What was that for!?â
âStop being weird!â
âIf you hate hearing all that gross stuff all of the time, isnât that all the more reason for you to come live with me?â
âNo, because youâll literally do the same thing!â
âOk, you have way too much faith in me to think Iâm going to bring someone home that often.â
âHm, I do, donât IâŠâ
âCâmon, cheap rent, cool aesthetics, good company - whatâs actually holding you back? Are you afraid youâll fall in love with me?â
Minho held a single chopstick between his big bunny teeth and did that weird little smirk and wiggly brow combo that somehow caught the hearts too many girls back in your high school days. To this day, you were one of the lucky few who didnât fall under his spell. The sriracha sauce stains on his cheek made him look EXTRA sexy.
âWhy in the world would living with you mean Iâd fall in love with you?â you asked, shoving a napkin to his cheek.
âDonât girls like that corny domestic lifestyle shit? Coexisting in the same space, mutual seemingly-platonic hugs and cuddles, cooking together, and all that jazz?â
âYouâre not even into all that jazzy stuff!â
âI like to cook!â
âAnd then what, Iâm left with the dishes? Iâll be falling head over heels for you in no time.â
âThatâs how mutualism works, silly! We each benefit from each otherâs skills! Symbiosis, or whatever.â
A giggle left your lips from his expanded vocabulary. Who knew he knew so many words with more than two syllables?
âThose are some complicated words. I take it you like Biology 101?â you asked.
âI do! Itâs super cool! Did you know in most species, the male is known to be the more colorful and prettier one and not the females? And the males compete with each other and the females are the ones choosing the prettiest, strongest male?â
âI did not know that.â
âWell, itâs true. Itâs called sexual selection - itâs like peacocking.â
âSounds like some shit you do with all your name brands and stuff.â
âPlease, like other guys could even compare to my train of feathers.â
In the end, after days flowed into weeks of begging you to come live with him in what he called his playboy penthouse, he reluctantly accepted your rejection and was off to beg one of his other friends because there was no way in hell could he afford this place alone. Though ideally Minho wanted to be roommates, having you visit often was close enough. Itâs just⊠asking you to move in with him was not about helping him with rent in the least. He truly, genuinely wanted to do dumb domestic chores, bicker all day, and have those deep, late-night talks with you whenever he could. Wouldnât it be so fun if he annoyed you and followed you around every waking minute of the day?
Doing all of those things to half the extent would be just enough for now. His favorite activities with you were anything involving food. Even grocery shopping, normally one of his least favorite and most stressful chores by himself, was tolerable with you around because you knew just the right cuts of meat and what ingredients were needed for the perfect meal.
âWhy did you pick so many vegetables? Iâm not a rabbitâŠâ the seemingly twelve year old next to you pouted. Like an angsty teenager, he used the cart as a means of support and followed closely behind with a pout on his lips as you dumped vegetable after vegetable into the cart.
âYou kind of look like one, though.â
âAre you callinâ me cute?â
âIâm calling you a nuisance.â
âA cute nuisance, right?â
âOh, my God, youâre so annoying.â
But soon the semester would start and your day would no longer be spent with him, itâd be spent at the library either studying or tutoring the dumb freshmen. Before you ask, yes, he was jealous of all the other people who took up your time and yes, heâs very clingy. You could see where Soonie, Doongie, and Dori all got their bad habits from. Normally, with any other guy including some long-term boyfriend, youâd be tired and annoyed if they were anything like Minho. But only the real Minho could get away with texting you so often and wondering why you werenât baking brownies with him at ten at night.
Things werenât easy on your end, either. You barely had time for yourself and it was only the first round of midterms for the semester! All you ever did these days was wake up, eat, school, eat some more if and ONLY IF you had time, and finally sleep⊠sometimes. This routine included the weekends, too. You offered for Minho to join you in the library for a study sesh nearly every day, but heâd rather die than sit in germ-infested chairs that are never sanitized, so yeah, you donât get to see him face-to-face very often anymore. Facetime and Skype would have to do for now.
But then all that lost time started to catch up with you. Youâd often come home late, especially if you knew your roommate had someone over to do their thang, and before you could flop on your couch to take a breather, it was completely missing from the living room because your roommate packed up all of her shit and left! Without even telling you! How rude, right!? Until you found a note on the coffee table that said, âI moved out today! Sorry if this is such short notice⊠You havenât been home the past couple of weeks for me to tell you in person and I didnât want to break it to you in textâŠâ
Ok, so you wouldnât say you were totally not at fault for this considering she was considerate enough to want to tell you about moving out in person, but didnât she think to at least text you like⊠a couple of days before she did it!? Your lease was supposed to renew tomorrow, but now there wasnât enough time to find a last-minute roomie on the college forum-version of craigslist and you didnât make enough money to pay for the rent solo, so now you were almost homeless.
So thatâs how you ended up in front of Minhoâs place at half-past midnight on the dot with your big stuffed bear in your arms and a cheeky, adoring smile on your guilty-written face. You must have woken him up because his fluffy hair was sticking up in all directions, his eyes were barely open, and⊠he was shirtlessâŠ
âIâm not interested in your Girl Scout Cookies,â he mumbled tiredly.
âI wish I was selling those, then maybe I wouldnât be hereâŠâ
âWhat do you mean?â
âGuess who wants to be your roommate ~!â you sang cheerfully.
âNo.â
âWha-? Why not!?â
âI already have one.â
âWho!?â
âChangbin,â he said, shooting his thumb to the small lazy boy lounging on the couch. Wasnât he rich as fuck also? What does he need to live here for?
ââSup,â Changbin greeted, unable to look away from the television.
âDonât you have one more room in this place? Iâll even sleep in a closet if I have to,â you pouted tiredly. You were ready to ring in the water works if you had to because if Minho rejected you one more time, your tears were ready to flow.
âWhoa, youâre that desperate, huh? What happened?â
âRoommate moved out, I couldnât find another one, cried and contemplated life for a little bit, and now Iâm here.â
âDamn, that is pretty badâŠâ
âYeah, so as you can see, I really need you right now.â
Minho knew you were never one to rely on people, no matter how close you two were. For as long as he could remember, you always did everything on your own. So for you to say that you needed him, you must have really meant it. Your words were soft and quiet, your gaze set on the porch you stood on, and of all things he hated, seeing you so upset and stressed like this was among his top five on the list. How could he turn you away when this was a time you needed him the most? He knew if he were in your position, youâd welcome him in without hesitation.
You sighed tiredly, pushing your pride aside to ask a friend a favor. âSo could you spare another roommate? Just until I can get back on my feet again?â
âHmâŠâ Minho fake-contemplated, rubbing his scruffy chin. âYou know, normally I would never do this, but since youâre my friend, I GUESS I could let you stay here until youâre set.â
âIf itâs too much trouble, or if you donât want me here, I can go -â
âNo! Youâll stay here with me for as long as youâd like.â A half-naked but jolly Minho smothered you in a bone-crushing hug. Even though touching so much surface area of his skin made you cringe, his hug made you feel more at home than your apartment could ever make you feel.
âDonât ever assume I donât want you here, dumbass. Iâll always welcome you with my open, naked, buff arms.â
âUgh, this is so gross.â Regardless, you returned his hug with equal force. You never felt safer. âThank you. I seriously owe you one.â
âAnything for my girl. Whereâs all your stuff?â
âYeah, that sounded more like a tomorrow problem, but I came here tonight because I was lonely.â
âHa ha, you miss me ~â
âJust a little.â
âSince youâre already here, just stay the night. We can order food and start our big, happy, poly-domestic partnership right now.â
âFor the love of God, please do not say that aloud in publicâŠâ
âNo promises.â
Minho dragged you into the only other bedroom that wasnât occupied and youâre pretty sure it was just as big as your living room. It was pretty much furnished with all of the basics, so youâre lucky that you wonât have to bring too many heavy things in the morning. As you were admiring the room, a finally fully-clothed Minho chucked his pajamas at you.
âYou can wear these for tonight,â he said.
âEw! Why did you give me your boxers!?â
âI thought my pants would be too long on you?â
âIâm not wearing wearing these.â
âSo ungrateful⊠My sweatpants are in my room in the drawer. Go nuts.â
Minho left you alone to go order food for his two favorite pals while you were left to your own devices in the room where the magic happened, as he called it. For a dude, you knew he was on the cleaner side, but his bedroom was a lot tidier than you expected. There werenât any clothes on the floor, all of his accessories were placed neatly by the mirror, and the only thing out of place was his blanket that was jumbled up in the corner of his bed. You suddenly felt a wave of guilt wash over you for disturbing his beauty sleep, but like you said at the door, you owed him one. Well, maybe more than one⊠like, a dozen onesâŠ
While looking through the drawers for pants, you rolled your eyes at the site of all the name brands embroidered near the pockets. The logos were strictly swooshes and SUPREME. An opportunity to wear matching sweatpants and hoodie that were worth more than your textbooks didnât come very often, so you chose the heather gray pair. Just as you slipped your head through the top, Minho came in to check on you.
âI ordered chicken, I hope thatâs cool - whoa!â Minho burst into a fit of giggles at the site of his his already-oversized sweats looking extra oversized on you. Youâve worn his hoodies before and he doesnât think heâll ever get tired of the way you look in them. Youâre just so cute.
âYou look like a jumbo toasty marshmallow.â
âI wouldnât say jumbo⊠and marshmallows arenât gray.â
âSame difference. Are you ready yet? Changbinâs gonna drink your beer if you donât come out sooner.â
âThat little -! Heâs such a roach!!â
You sprinted out of the bedroom and hopped over the empty side of the couch, scaring the boy dressed in all black who was just trying to eat his chips and watch How to Get Away With Murder in peace. You didnât know him as well as you knew Minho, but you two hung out within the same circle enough to be comfortable around each other so living with him shouldnât be TOO terrible. Luckily, your drink looked like it hadnât been touched.
âSo are you like, living here living here?â Changbin asked with fake disgust in his tone.
âYeah, so get used to it.â
âJust when I thought Iâd get Minho all to myselfâŠâ
âWhat are you doing here, anyways? Arenât you also like, super dumb rich? You could probably buy this whole building.â
âNo, my parents are super dumb rich. I, on the other hand, barely have a dime to my name until I graduate law school.â
âOh yeah, you changed your major right?â
âYeah, and letâs just say my parents werenât too happy about that⊠Thankfully, my favorite hyung here has so graciously let me into his home ~â
âYeah yeahâŠâ Minho mumbled, squeezing himself in the middle. âAnythingâs better than being alone in this place, even if it means housing you two rats.â
âHey, you said youâd always welcome me here, so thatâs your fault for agreeing,â you argued.
âLove you, babe ~â Changbin sang.
Once the chicken arrived, your night of being welcomed to the penthouse had only begun. The rest of the evening was spent talking about literally anything your tipsy and dumb brains could conjure up. From crying about school, to praying to the stars, and telling Changbin stories about yours and Minhoâs prepubescent days, you could already predict your days living here would make your heart full.
âI bet youâre single, huh, _____?â Changbin said suddenly after popping open his third beer.
A conversation about each otherâs love lives was probably the last thing you wanted to talk about, especially when alcohol was involved, but your mouth started talking before your brain could process.
With a pout on your lips, you retorted, âWhy do you say it like that?â
âBecause what person would be ok with having their girlfriend living at another dudeâs apartment and with me as the other roommate?â
âIf you already knew the answer, why bother asking?â
âI just wanted to confirm in case you and I accidentally fall in love.â
âIâll evict both of you before I let that happen under my roof.â Minho slurred.
âWhat is with you and Minho and the whole roommates falling in love trope? Is that a common thing? Have you two been watching dramas since you started living together?â
âSo what if we have!?â Changbin yelled.
âTheyâre not realistic, you know.â
âItâs called a drama for a reason.â
âI feel sorry for the next person you end up dating.â
âYeah, me too.â Changbin took a huge, final chug of his beer before crushing it in his hands. So macho⊠âAll right, I guess itâs time I pass out. See you guys in the morning. Donât get too crazy while Iâm asleep.â
âNighty night.â
You and Minho were left in the quiet living room snuggled up in your own blankets. You thought the silence was comfortable, as youâve spent enough time with him that not a word said in between for long periods of time was just fine, but by the look on his face you could tell something was up. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe he was just tired, but his eyes never left the random spot on the coffee table for a solid five minutes.
You threw a potato chip at his cheek.
âHm?â he hummed, surprisingly unphased. His tired eyes turned to look at you questioningly.
âWhatâs on your mind, my Prince?â The origin of the beloved nickname was from the time you dared him to try out for the high school play as the leading role and to your excitement and his dismay, he was passed the audition. Heâd never admit it to your face, but he kind of enjoyed the spotlight and popularity for a while, and he never lets you forget how much he loved that nickname.
You managed to crack a smile from him and your worries began to fade away. âI was just thinking about something.â
ââBout what?â
âWhat Changbin said - what if you end up really liking someone and theyâre not ok with you living with two hot and sexy guys?â
âWell, he can either get over it or Iâll dump him.â
âDonât do that.â
âWhy not? Remember that pact we made our first year of high school? The one where we pinky promised each other that no matter what, we wouldnât let anyone come in between us?â
âOf course I do, but we were like what, fourteen? That was so long ago!â
âSo?â
âSo what I mean isâŠâ
The ruggedly handsome boy beside you sighed deeply like he was ready to tell you something important. He laid his heavy hands on your shoulder and pulled you close so that you had all of your attention on him and not the fact that there was only two inches between your faces and that he smelled like alcohol. Was his skin always this clear? What the hell was his skincare routine? The blush on your cheeks continued to glow brighter as his eyes bore deep into your own, like he was searching for an answer to a question that only you held the answer to. He must admit that your shy side made you look so cute. Each second that passed was more intimate than the last and you so wished that heâd tell you what the hell was up with him already because your inadvertent breath-holding from the close proximity was making you light-headed. This felt like one of those scenes in those corny dramas that Minho watches - was he about to⊠dare you say⊠kiss youâŠ?
Then you figured Minho learned a thing or two in drama class because his serious persona flew out the window when he shook you roughly by the shoulders, but at least you could breathe freely again.
âYou shouldnât have to choose between me and someone you like ~!â he whined childishly. âIf he doesnât like you living here, and you really like him, I donât want you to be stuck in the middle!â
âMinho, you idiot, youâre the sole reason Iâm not homeless and dying on the street, so what the hell do you want me to do IF that ever happens!? Move out!?â
âAh, I didnât think about it that wayâŠâ
âLee Minho,â you emphasized to the pouty boy. âIf - if - I meet someone I like, and they donât like that Iâm living with two guys, then fine, I can understand that and feelings like that can easily change over time. But if he canât understand that youâre my best friend, that I cherish our friendship more than anything, and thinks thereâs something else going on, then thatâs when Iâll dump him. So thereâs no need for you to worry that I have to choose between those two, ok?â
Minho sighed once more, breathing out all his worries about you being alone forever and stuck being a hermit in his apartment. âOk, I believe you.â
âGod, youâre so weird! Since when did my love life matter to you?â
âWeâre nearing graduation, _____. Weâre not getting any younger! And look, weâre both STILL single as a pringleâŠâ
âWhen you and I are twenty-five and alone, unemployed and rotting away in this very room, then thatâs when weâll cry about it. But for now, we gotta worry about graduating.â
âI know. I just want you to be happy ~â With crocodile tears in his big, curious eyes, he pulled you in for a bone-crushing hug. It reminded you of all the times you told him not to touch you because he was being too sappy or he was sweaty and proceeded to hug you tighter anyways. Those were the best hugs.
âShut up, I am happy.â
âGood.â
âWhat about you, hm? What if a girl you like sees that I live here?â
âEasy - Iâll just say youâre the housekeeper.â
â⊠Youâre going to make one dumb girl very happy one day.â
âYou think so?â he asked sincerely. âYou really think I could make someone happy one day?â
There werenât enough words in the dictionary to tell Minho how much happiness and sunlight he brought into your life. From the minor inconveniences to the darkest days, Minho was always your only source of light. You were way too tired to even attempt to be cheesy with him and closed your eyes instead, relaxing into his tight hug and hoping sleep would find you sooner rather than later.
âI know so, Lee Know.â
You stayed in Minhoâs arms while the hum of the television and rhythm of his heart lulled you to sleep. Your favorite boy was content with where he was - holding you in his arms and stroking your hair until you were asleep and you didnât have to worry about school, moving out, and whether this was mutually platonic or anything but. He thinks that thereâs no way that ordinary best friends could lay like this and not cause any sort of tension in between. Then again, you two were extraordinary at best, so maybe the standard rules didnât apply. To an unknowing passerby, this scene might look like two people in love who couldnât get enough of each other. If Changbin came to see this, heâd probably think the same thing.
In the end, Minho wouldnât care what anyone thought if they saw. It didnât matter because this just felt so⊠right.
Heâll question his tugging heartstrings some other time.
Minho ended up carrying your sleeping form to your room. After tucking you in and resisting the urge to crawl onto the open space beside you, he thinks to himself that he could get used to this.
There was no way you could get used to this.
For such a huge place, only one of the two bathrooms had a shower. Which seemed fine, right? Considering there were only three of you living there. But you totally forgot that you lived with two of the most high-maintenance men youâve ever had the pleasure of knowing. Minho wasnât as bad as Changbin because he didnât spend an hour moisturizing his entire body and fixing his hair - he only took half an hour. But you know that weird thing guys do when they take a dump they take an extra half hour just to play phone games or scroll through social media? So think about it, two boys who are mildly-to-severely high maintenance took a total of almost three hours using the damn bathroom.
That wasnât even the worst of it! Other than the night you told Minho you were moving in, you guys havenât had any fast food since. The two of them were watching their weight and muscle progress together so their diet strictly cut out carbs and the good stuff which meant the fridge was filled with veggies and brown grains you couldnât even pronounce.
And even then, that wasnât the worst. The absolute worst was when Minho would text you or call you at nine on the dot every single night that you werenât home at that time. First, heâd call, and half of the time you would answer, but when you didnât, heâd spam your messages until you replied with a pin drop of your location.
Tonight was the last straw.
âStop calling,â you scolded while walking home from the library.
âSo Changbin and I are in the mood for pizza and we figured you wanted some. You must be tired of all the quinoa,â he explained, ignoring your scolding. âWhere are you?â
Whatâs the best way to spook Minho but not to the point where heâd call the police and demand an amber alert?
âI canât right now. Iâm with a guy.â
Thereâs a slight pause on the other end and something that sounded like he dropped something on the floor. You can hear Changbinâs faint âbro, what the hell!â in the background and Minho heard you stifle a giggle.
âWhat? A guy? Who?â
âNo one you know. Iâll see you when I get home ~!â
âWait -â
You hung up before Minho could get another word in and you instantly regretted it. Once Minho found out you were kidding, he was probably going to relieve you of your pizza privileges and force you to eat more quinoa as punishment. You would hate it initially, but if there was even a slight chance that this made your message to him to stop worrying and calling you all the time crystal clear, then youâd eat bowls upon bowls of it and get all the grains stuck between your teeth because thatâs how worth it itâd be.
What the hell had gotten into him, anyways? He was never like this in high school. If anything, HE was the boy youâd sneak out with, doing dumb hooligan things with, and being too close for comfort with - he was the boy he was trying to protect you from. Not even your parents were this protective, but you had to give him credit for being so diligent.
You werenât too far from home, so you left Minhoâs texts all on read until you stepped through the door. Changbin wasnât surprised in the least that you were joking, and Minho knew you couldnât have possibly be truthful about that, either, but he stepped out the door and scanned the hallways just to make sure you werenât actually with some creep. You took this moment to sneak a slice or three before Minho could hoard the whole pie.
âI canât believe you fell for that,â you teased, cheeks filled with cheese.
âI canât believe you would joke about that.â
âI can,â Changbin muttered.
âWhat made you guys buy pizza?â
âA man can only eat salads and white chicken for so long. We deserve this.â
âWe all deserve this. I wasnât even on a diet in the first place, I was forced into it.â
âYeah, but you look great at least, so youâre welcome.â
âWhatever.â
Sure, there were a lot of inconveniences when it came to living with two dudes who annoyingly functioned the same, but you would take on this form of entertainment over television any day. So yeah, Minho was annoying like ninety percent of the time⊠but he was just being a good friend and worrying about you.
It was nice to be cared for once in a while. Minho was the only one who would go out of his way just for you. Whether it was picking you up in the middle of the night from some party to walk you home or scolding you harshly about how you should wear scarves more so you wouldnât get sick while making you a hot bowl of soup made with love, he never made you feel like you were an inconvenience. This curfew thing was a little over the top, though.
Changbin went to his room after whining about being a law student and how hard it was that he had to wear a suit everyday to his internship, leaving you and Minho alone at the kitchen table. The kitchen was were you spent most of your time together, whether it was using the table to eat, play dumb board games, or as one big desk to study on. Tons of late-night studying, gossiping, and snacking were spent at this table with Minho sitting across from you every time.
âItâs been about a month since you moved in, right?â he asked, plucking a pepperoni off of your slice. âHow do you like it so far?â
Thereâs a short silence in the air before you answered. It was a little worrying, so he kicked you under the table to make you answer faster. How dare you not immediately answer with anything other than âI fucking love itâ? âBesides only having five minutes to shower every morning, forced to go vegetarian, and having a 9:00 PM curfew? Itâs better than being homeless, thatâs for sure.â
âGood.â Another short pause, followed by Minho shyly avoiding eye contact. âItâs a lot of fun having you around.â
âReally? I donât scare any poor souls you try to bring home?â
âTo be honest, I havenât been trying.â
âWhoa, Minho the slut taking a hiatus!?â you teased, earning you a crumpled napkin to the face.
âShut up.â
âWhy the sudden disinterest?â
His shoulders did a tiny shrug as if letting you know that even he was unsure of why. He hoped youâd help him find the answer. âNo one catches my eye these days, I guess.â
âYouâre such a liar.â
âItâs true!â
âYeah, okâŠâ
âWell, what about you, huh? Has your boy-crazy self found someone interesting?â
You take a big, defeated bite into the leftover crust, allowing you to exploit your anger through vigorous chewing. Your efforts have obviously gone to a waste. âYou and Changbin always like to remind me that Iâm single.â
âI simply asked if you found anyone hot.â
âYou know whatâs sad? I havenâtâŠâ
âAh, I see - Changbin and I made your standards too high now, huh?â
âBoth of you are probably stashing the hot guys in the gym somewhere because you know I wonât find them.â
âDamn, you caught us.â
âYou know what else is sad, though?â Minho had to suffer and watch you sip your cola with your sad, pouty lips. It wasnât that he felt bad, or anything, you just looked so⊠self-pitying. Heâs seen this look way too often during your first year of college when some other chick would swoop in a steal the guy you had your eyes on. âEven if I did like someone, I donât think I would act on it.â
âWhy the hell would you cockblock yourself like that?â
âIâve never been on a legitimate date before!â
âYouâre such a damsel. Youâve totally been on a date before.â
âSenior prom with Hyunjin doesnât count.â
âYou guys had dinner and some dancing, doesnât that count?â
You ignored your idiot friendâs justification and would much rather feel sorry for yourself than to consider prom as a legitimate date. Youâre what, nearly into your twenties now and have gone this long without a guy properly asking you out on a date, maybe a movie and eating dinner at a nice restaurant with a small bouquet of flowers next to you, and ending the night with a kiss? The thought of your inadvertent abstinence made you want to chug a bottle of something strong.
âDo we still have that bottle of wine lying around?â you muttered, searching every corner of the kitchen. âAha! Found it.â
âMm, pizza and old wine. How are you single again? Youâre so classy.â
âDo you want a glass or not?â
â⊠Hand it over.â
So another night was spent drinking and drowning your sorrows away while Minho watched - what else was new? Before, he didnât think much of these nights, considering they were spent with Changbin also who drank just as much as you did, but Minho hadnât even finished his first glass yet when you were already pouring your third. You must have been really going through it.
âOk, I think thatâs enough,â Minho scolded, taking the glass away. Clumsily and lazily, you reached out to take it back, but your state of mind was too loopy for you to fight back further. God, your tolerance had gone down significantly as time passed. Was this indication that you were getting old?
âIs this how youâre going to act on your first date at dinner while having several glasses of wine?â the mean boy across teased. âGood luck with that.â
âThatâs ok, Iâm never going on a first date, anyways.â
âWhy do you say that?â
âBecause who would want to date me?â
âHey.â
Your eyes are droopy and you feel like you could pass out from the drowsiness of the wine at any second, but Minhoâs hand on top of yours snaps you awake. There were plenty of ways you and Minho shared skinship, like hugging, wrestling, high-fiving, and punching each other, but hand-holding was not one of them. It was⊠weird. You know when cats sometimes put their tiny paws on top of human hands? This was what it reminded you of and you had to hold in your laughter.
âDonât say that stuff about yourself, only I can do that.â
âWell, there has to be a reason why I havenât been on a date yet. Itâs because Iâm unlovable, right? Besides, I wouldnât know what to do if I was on a real date. Like what do we talk about? The weather? Thatâs what adults talk about, right?â
âYeah, if you work a nine-to-five at an accounting firm. You really are kind of hopeless, arenât you? Thatâs ok, you and I can practice.â
âPractice?â
âYeah, practice on me. Pretend you and I are on a date.â Minho left his seat across from you to steal Changbinâs seat that was to your right. The proximity of your bodies was so close that your knees knocked together, but your tipsy best friend was too distracted by your challenge to care. âA~and boom, weâre on a date.â
âRight now?â
âRight now. Look, we got our glasses of wine on hand, some dinner, we could even watch a movie if you want. But first thingâs first, we gotta test out your communication skills. What kind of things would you ask or talk about on your date?â
âI guess⊠What do you major in -?â
âPause, red flag number one: never talk about school. Next question.â
âU-Uh, what kind of music do you likeâŠ?â
âBetter. Letâs pretend that Iâm some snobby older rich dude and I say, âoh, todayâs music doesnât interest me. I prefer classical music such as Bach and Beethoven, you know?ââ
âI would never go on a date with someone so pompous and old.â
âOk, but letâs say youâre dating this guy for money.â
âMinho!â
âAt the rate this fake date is going, this is what your future dates are going to look like, _____! Iâm just helping you prepare!â
âI canât believe Iâm saying this but⊠youâre so right. Iâm gonna end up as a sugar baby and Iâll be too hyped up about the influx in my bank account that Iâll drop out of college and make this my career!â
âWhoa, I didnât say that -â
âI canât believe this is what all my hours in the library have amounted to! Screw good grades, if I canât find love, then whatâs the point! This is it - this is how my life is really going to be like -!â
What Minho said goes in one ear and out the other as both of your hands are tangled in the mess of your hair and your blood pressure is suddenly through the roof. You were making a huge deal out of this fake date but you wouldnât be you if you didnât make a huge deal out of nothing! If this was how you were on a fake date, Minho doesnât want to know how youâd be on a real date.
The first thing you hear is his boyish laugh as he removed your hands from your head before you could tear out your hair. You look like you have a bird nest on both sides of your pouty face and even though Minho thought you were being ridiculous, you still looked cute regardless. His tiny but warm hands smoothen your messy strands before holding your face. Itâs hard to look him in the eyes after your mini breakdown and he didnât make it easier by the way his thumbs caressed your cheeks. Was he doing this on purpose because he liked to see you squirm? You didnât think so when you finally looked up.
Minho didnât have his signature sly smile where the corners of his lips curled like a cheshire cat. There was no teasing twinkle in his eyes that normally accompanied it, either. Both were softer, like he couldnât understand why someone as charming, intelligent, and hilarious as you could constantly worry about finding someone who would love you back. How could someone not, when you had the stars in your eyes after spotting a dog across the street, when you could sing an entire concert setlist in the shower, or when you had the cute sad look on your face after you burned your third pancake? Even now, in your tipsy and sad state, your eyes still sparkled and begged to be loved - exactly like all the cute puppies you spotted on your walks with Minho. The thought of someone NOT falling head over heels for you sounded completely ridiculous.
Before his heart could drop to the pit of his stomach, Minho broke the intimacy by squishing your cheeks so hard that your lips puckered like a fish.
âStop being so sad,â he said sternly.
âJust like that, the sadness is gone,â you sputtered sarcastically, careful not to spit in Minhoâs eye.
âI mean it. Youâll find someone who loves you just as much as you love them. No, youâll find someone who loves you more.â
âHow do you knowâŠ?â
âBecause Iâm Lee Know, remember?â
His cocky smirk returned and the corners of his lips curled adoringly. It was a smile you were more accustomed to and youâd never admit it aloud, but you liked this one much better. Soft Minho was kind of gross.
âYouâre intelligent, selfless, sometimes funny, and life would be so exciting to be in love with you. I promise youâll find someone.â
â⊠Tell me Iâm pretty.â
âWow, I put so much heart into my speech and thatâs all you got out of it!? That I didnât call you pretty!?â
âAll of that doesnât matter if Iâm not cute.â
Minho squeezed your cheeks a bit harder. âNevermind, youâre hopeless.â
âOw ok, Iâm kidding! Can you let go of my face now!? You know I bruise easily!â
He released his hold on your face and you tried to circulate the blood that pooled up. Minho usually wasnât good with these types of talks, but something must have changed after high school. What kind of classes was he taking that he was being so poetic to the point that your heart felt like it was fluttering? Must be the bit of wine left in your bloodstream.
Even so, you were thankful. What would you do without your handsome Prince?
âI guess Iâll try to sleep the hopelessness away,â you sighed. Before heading off to your room, you wrapped your arms tightly around your best friendâs neck from behind and pressed your rosy cheek to his own. Normally, heâd let out a grossed-out groan, but tonight he returned the gesture with his hands on top of yours. âI love you, you know that, right?â
His chest ached. âMhm. Love you, too, pretty girl. Sweet dreams.â
âYou too, my Prince. Donât stay up too late.â
The sound of your door closing triggered an empty silence in the entire apartment. Not a single sound is heard other than Minhoâs beating heart that felt like it was blasting in his ears. Now heâs alone sitting at the dining table, downing the last of his wine and all he could think about was your lack of presence and how it lingered casually all around him. He could still feel your cheeks in his hands, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, and the way the warmth of your cheek heated up his own. That wasnât enough - he wanted more of you, but that was for a later time even he couldnât predict. After cleaning up the table and trying to leave those moments in the dining room, they ended up following him to his bed until he was too tired to stay awake thinking about them.
That night, you ended up dreaming about Prince Minho and what it was like to be by his side forever.
It didnât seem so bad.
Thereâs this crazy phenomenon that happened to you too many times to count, but this time had to take the cake. There were times when youâd have dreams about not necessarily random people, but people you didnât normally associate yourself with. Like an old coworker, or a past partner for that one single assignment, or even that one time the guy next to you asked you to borrow a pencil for an exam. They would appear in your dreams at random with no purpose other than to play as your boyfriend, but the morning you wake up, you had this sudden weird⊠attraction towards them.
Maybe attraction wasnât exactly the right word, but the moment they stepped into the room, you could feel your face heat up and your palms sweat and it really made you question your type in men because why was your body reacting so sensitively to seeing someone who literally just asked you for a pencil? Maybe this was why youâve been single for so longâŠ
Now let it be reminded that youâre having these weird, little crushes on guys you practically considered strangers. But now, for the first time in your entire life - in all your years knowing that stupid, handsome idiot, you had your very first dream about Minho. If you acted like a fool in front of strangers, how did you act around your best friend? Letâs just say you didnât know how to act⊠or rather, you did what you do best - make things like ten times more awkward than they should be.
What did you do when Minho woke up in the morning with his stupidly cute bedhead and flopped on the couch next to you muttering a soft and gentle âgood morning ~â? You got up and ran to your room after returning the greeting with a squeaky voice. What did you do when he would wrap his arm around your shoulder in that sly, boyish way that literally meant nothing? Youâd run to the bathroom, whether you were at home or out in public.
And what did you do when he would walk out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel around his waist? You literally ran. You went to your room, put on your workout gear, and you ran - ran as far as your legs could take you with your ears blasting music to drown out any thoughts about your best FRIEND.
With his heart sinking, Minho didnât know what to do.
âHey, have you seen _____ these past few days?â he asked Changbin sometime around dinner. He knew your schedule like the back of his hand and he made sure he gave himself enough time to ask Changbin for his opinion before you came home.
âYeahâŠ? I see her like everyday. She lives here, too, you know.â
âI know, but she seems a little distant lately, right?â
âMm, not with me,â the buff boy shrugged casually. His once unquestioning expression quickly turned into something sly when he realized what kind of situation Minho was in. âWhat did you do?â
âNothing!â
âThatâs not what it looks like to me.â
âThe last thing we did together for more than five minutes was eat pizza and drink wine and that was last week.â
âDid anything happen after drinking wine? We all know how you get when you drinkâŠâ
âMm⊠she was moping about how sheâs never going to go on a date, or something, and then I told her she doesnât have to worry.â
âWhy doesnât she have to worry?â
It was then that Minho figured maybe this was the reason why you were avoiding him. Shyly, the older boy avoided the teasing gaze from his close friend. âN-No reason.â
âIs it because you told her how wonderful she is? Or how funny, and smart, and how all men were idiots for not falling head over heels for her ~?â
âShut up.â
âI bet you called her pretty, too.â
âOk, she made me say that!â
âGod, no wonder sheâs avoiding you! You probably made her fall head over heels for you, or something!â
â⊠You really think so?â he asked, hoping he didnât sound too hopeful at the idea.
Thankfully, Changbin didnât seem to catch it. âIf I heard that kind of corny stuff coming from you, Iâd react the same way, to be honest.â
The sound of the door unlocking made both boys jump and quickly drop the subject, but not without Changbin shooting Minho a âweâll discuss this laterâ glance that reminded him of his dad whenever he got in trouble. For the first time that week, you didnât sprint to your room right away. Rather, with a cheeky grin on your lips, you joined the two boys who eyed you suspiciously at the dining table.
âWhat?â you asked innocently.
âNice to finally see you for more than five minutes,â Minho pouted childishly.
âAw, you miss me ~?â
âThatâs not what I said.â
âWhy are you so smiley, missy?â the smaller, more suspicious boy squinted.
âI canât be happy on this fine Thursday?â
âNo.â
âFine, you downer. Iâm super stoked because guess who has a date tomorrow ~?â
A short silence fell at the table. The first ten seconds of silence was so the two idiots could process what you just said. The following ten seconds was just a series of different ugly facial expressions from thinking about the question too hard.
âDid Seungmin finally ask that one person out? Heâs been talking about it for months, he wonât shut up,â Changbin asked.
âNo, not himâŠâ
âWoojin? Heâs not really the dating type, though.â
âNo, idiot, me! I have a date tomorrow!â
âWith who?â Minho finally asked. Of course he knew you were the one with the date, but he didnât want to believe it until you said it. The rest of the conversation didnât matter after you told him who it was.
âThis guy named Wooyoung in one of my classes. We worked on a project together sometime last year and I just found him in lecture the other day. Small campus, huh? We caught up this past week and he asked me out just now after walking me home. Ah, I canât believe it!â
Your smile was bright and so big that Minho could hardly see your eyes. He couldnât recall a time when you were this excited for something since you and him both got accepted to this school. He was happy to see you like this, despite the circumstances. With your eyes all sparkly and cheeks blushed pink, the bit of aching was worth it.
âOh, I know Wooyoung!â Changbin had a goofy smile when he saw how disappointed you looked. âHis dad and my dad are close friends and we got close by coincidence.â
âAw man, you know him!? I wanted to date someone not within this weird circle of friends!â
âHeâs not! Heâs like a little bubble outside of the circle.â
âWhatever⊠heâs nice and rich, at least.â
âNow I know where your priorities lie. Minho, what do you think?â
âHm?â You raised a curious brow at your spacey friend. Minho had been in his own little world after blocking out the details of how you ended up with a date tomorrow night. He put on a fake smile so you wouldnât have to worry. âI donât know Wooyoung, but Iâm happy for you.â
âIâm kind of scared⊠what if I blow it like our fake date?â
âGood thing it was fake, right?â The handsome boy across from you ruffled your hair into a birdâs nest style - much like how it was last week. You were a mess, but you were his pretty little mess. âDonât sweat it. Youâll do just fine.â
âYeah, Wooyoung may be rich, but his standards arenât that high - ow! What the hell, dude!â he whined, rubbing his bruising shin.
âYou two are so mediocre when it comes to these pep talks⊠but thank you. Iâm so excited that my cheeks hurt because I canât stop smiling!â
Minho watched you hide your heated face in your hands. He hoped youâd smile like this for a long time, even if he wasnât the reason behind it.
If the boys were allowed a collective three hours in the bathroom nearly every damn morning, you were allowed three hours to yourself once this evening. You practically put on a spa for yourself in preparation for this. Every centimeter of your body was exfoliated and moisturized, every strand of hair fixed in its place, and every eyelash was coated with mascara. Not to mention that your outfit didnât have a single wrinkle to be seen.
âNot gonna lie, you look pretty decent,â Changbin admitted while leaning on the doorframe. âExpecting some dessert tonight, if you know what I mean?â
âYou think Iâll let it go that far on my very first date? Who do you think I am!â
âA touch-starved damsel.â
â⊠Shut up.â At 7:00 pm on the dot, you received a text from Wooyoung that heâs here. âAh, gotta go!â
Like you would on a Monday morning already late for class, you shoved all of your essentials in a bag and scurried for the door, but not before Minho came out of his room and caught you. After putting on your nice shoes, you finally looked up to stare back at your wide-eyed, jaw-dropped friend. The only other time he ever looked at you like that was prom night, and even though you were glammed up times ten that night, his face tonight was more intense. The sudden waves of confusion and erratic heartbeat skips reminded you of why you accepted to go on the date so quickly in the first place: to get rid of these weird feelings for your best friend that you couldnât understand.
âWhy are you looking at me like that?â you whined. âToo much? Or too little?â
Perfect. âNo, no. You look fine.â
âReally?â
âI promise. You got everything you need?â
âUh, wallet, keys, phoneâŠâ
âCondom?â
âMinho!!â
âJust kidding! Be sure to practice abstinence because Iâm not letting some guy come into our apartment just so you can do THAT.â
âDonât worry, he has his own place.â He knew you were joking⊠kind of⊠you were joking, rightâŠ? âIâm kidding.â
âYou better be⊠Donât forget, curfewâs at 9:00 pm.â
âOk, Iâll see you at 2:00 am ~!â
You did a final wave goodbye before heading out the door to forget all about Minho while he was stuck being a boring homebody. He heard his other, more irritating roommate tisk annoyingly from across the room.
âShoulda said something ~â Changbin sang.
âWhat is there to say?â
âBaby, donât leave! Why go out with a boy when you can go out with a MAN like me?â
âOh, my God, I donât really sound like that, do I?â
âOnly sometimes.â
So while you were off on your date, smiling at him like no one else in the world could matter more, Minho would glue his ass to the couch and wait for you to come home.
Your first date was both exactly and the complete opposite of how you expected it to be - quite awkward, but it gradually melted into something you would best describe as comfortable. It didnât feel very date-like. It felt more like you were eating dinner with a very handsome friend. You could easily see why all of your friends were jealous that you were on this date. Wooyoung was so easy to talk to and just his stare alone, he could get anyone to fall in love with him just like that.
A moment like this, when heâs laughing at your corny joke or fixing a loose strand of hair, was when you truly wished cupid would shoot a thousand arrows into your heart at one time with Wooyoungâs name on the heart-shaped head. That itself would solve about 75 percent of your problems. But it was too late, for your heart already had a hundred thousand arrows lodged in with no way of taking them out, and every single one had Minhoâs stupid name on them.
Your date ended earlier than expected which was a little after midnight when his friend San called him in some party-related emergency. Of course you understood, as youâve experienced being that friend one too many times, and he bid you a farewell with a sweet kiss on the cheek.
âLetâs do this again sometime,â he suggested.
âIâd love that!â Though it probably wasnât going to happen.
During the walk home, you took the time to reflect on everything that went wrong tonight. Fifteen minutes in, and you couldnât figure out why your heart didnât beat for Wooyoung. Passers-by gave you a strange look as you passed because of how your face twisted in confusion, but they went unnoticed because now you actually had to deal with your feelings for Minho straight on.
When did this all start exactly? Like when did the first arrow lodge itself in your right ventricle? Was it in middle school when he stopped those bullies? Was it during your last year in high school when he hugged you so tight, crying tears of joy when the team won the championship basketball game? Maybe it was during your first college party when he held your hair up while you puked into the toilet, but you knew there was no way this all happened because of one silly dream⊠Maybe your feelings were there all along.
The saying goes when it rains, it pours, right? Tonight, that phrase is both hypothetical and literal.
In a matter of seconds, the skies cried heavily with no thunder or lightning to be heard or seen. On this warm night alone, you were getting soaked to the bone with little-to-no-coverage. You didnât pack an umbrella and for some reason, even the store awnings couldnât give you shelter very well, so your only option was to take off your pretty much-ruined nice shoes and sprint home barefoot and thatâs exactly what you did.
Minho liked the rain. It was calming, but only added to the lonely ambiance on this fine Friday evening. From inside, he watched the city glow different colors as the light reflected off of the rain droplets and this was when he thought the city looked the most beautiful. He could fall asleep at any moment just to the sound of the rain.
Minhoâs apartment is so high up that itâs difficult to see the details in in peoplesâ faces and clothes as they walked the streets, but it was easy to spot the little speck running towards his building a couple of blocks away. No one else for blocks on end could be seen other than the tiny speck running. He didnât have to see your face to know that it was you running home because you didnât have an umbrella. Not that heâs not happy to see you home, but why were you here so early? And alone, for that matter? Did that Wooyoung guy ditch you?
âIdiot,â Minho mumbled grumpily before grabbing his umbrella and making his way to you.
By the time he reached the lobby, he thought heâd see you inside by now, but that wasnât the case and he was starting to get a little worried. He didnât waste time running out the building and immediately he spotted you taking a breather under the big coffee shop awning. Youâre completely soaked as if you took a dip in the ocean, strands of hair clinging to your rosy cheeks, and your shoes in your handâŠ? Youâre barefoot, feet all cut up and a little bruised. Without looking at your face, a stranger could say that you were having a bad night, but even Minho knew that wasnât exactly the case. You didnât look disappointed or anything near that.
You must have enjoyed the date.
A huge shadow blocked the streetlight from your body and a pair of Minhoâs beat up dance shoes are in your eyesight. Tiredly, but happily, you look up to a stern-faced crush who held an umbrella over his head.
ââSup,â you greeted casually.
âLetâs go, youâre gonna get sick,â he muttered.
Neither of you said a word until you reached your shared home, and Minho didnât bother to give you a second glance until then, too. After carelessly tossing his umbrella near the pile of shoes, he found his spot on the couch again.
âYou should shower.â
âRightâŠâ
Still, he didnât give you the time of day, and it hurts. From your cut-up feet to your pounding headache, everything just hurts, and your entire body was ready to crawl under your sheets and call it a night. But you obeyed, taking a long, hot shower to wash away all the wrongs that happened tonight.
When you were done, Minho had a first-aid kit ready in his hands. He didnât seem as angry as earlier - now he just looked worried.
âSit,â he commanded nicely.
Of course you obeyed like a misbehaved puppy walking to its cage. Nervously, you sat on the couch while Minho sat on the floor. Before you could ask what he was doing, he had already grabbed one foot to inspect for major cuts.
âYou donât need to do that - ah, hey!â The concerned boy wasnât listening when he dabbed a cotton swab soaked in disinfectant over a single super small cut on your foot⊠that was bleeding⊠a lot. âThat stings, bro!â
âGood, that means itâs working. Now sit still.â He put a tiny bandaid over the clean cut and when he thought he was all finished, he held both of your ankles in his hand. âWhy is one bigger than the other? Is it swollen?â
âI may have tripped once⊠or twiceâŠâ
An aggravated sigh left Minhoâs pink lips before he grabs the bandage to wrap around your swollen ankle. After neatly wrapping around once, the rest of the wrapping was done by yanking the bandage until you felt the blood flow cut off at that point.
âOw ow!! Chill, Minho, youâre hurting more than helping!â
After realizing what heâd been doing, Minho halted, muttering a soft âsorryâ before re-wrapping your ankle with more love and care.
âWhy were you alone tonight?â he asked out of the blue.
âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean why wasnât your date walking you home like he should? Doesnât he know itâs common courtesy to do so?â
âAh, well he had an emergency to attend to.â
âStill⊠He just left you to run home in the rain, and look what happened. Also, why the hell were your shoes off!?â
âI didnât want to ruin themâŠâ
The inside of his cheek was starting to numb from all the inherent chewing. At this point, Minho was tired, and you probably were, too. What was the point in arguing?
âDonât date that guy,â he demanded.
âWhy not?â
âYou shouldnât be dating someone who leaves you in the middle of a date. Was it even a real emergency?â
âIt was at the end of a date. But no, not a REAL real emergencyâŠâ
âStill, he left you, and look how you ended up.â Another sigh left his lips. âI donât like him, _____.â
âI know.â When Minho finally looked up, he saw that you were smiling at him. Youâre not angry or upset by the way he was acting, and heâs really surprised. What was going through your mind? âYou donât have to worry. I donât think thereâs going to be another date.â
Good. âHow come?â
âI donât know. I didnât have that âI canât wait to see you againâ type of feeling like I thought I would. I guess I wasnât that into him.â
The shy boy below you cleared his throat hoping you wouldnât see how relieved he was. âOh, thatâs good.â
âWhat happened to you wanting me to be happy with some guy?â you teased, lightly kicking his arm.
âI still do. Just not with him.â
âMm. Maybe the next one will work out better.â
âYeah⊠the next one.â
Minho finished wrapping up your ankle and went to stash the first aid kit in his room. You happily followed your confidant slash magical healer and he wasnât complaining. In fact, he hid his growing smile so you wouldnât see.
âI had a weird dream last night,â you said after flopping on his king-sized mattress.
âTell me about it.â
âYou were in it as a Prince.â
âHm, doesnât sound so weird to me.â
âI was right beside you the whole time.â
âOoh, tell me more.â Minho hopped on right beside you and the two of you laid side-by-side as you told your fairytale. âWere you my Princess? My sidepiece mistress? The cookâs daughter I fell in love with? Oh, or were we betrothed to unite two kingdoms together?â
âDude, I donât knowâŠâ
âGod is in the details, baby. What else happened?â
âThatâs all I could remember. You were a Prince who smiled everyday and I was right there the whole time.â
âI probably smiled all the time âcuz you were next to me.â
To play it off as playful, the boy only a couple centimeters beside you nudged you several times. It was hard for him to keep up the facade when you said,
âI was probably next to you the whole time because of your smile.â
Now what was he to do? Subconsciously, Minho turned on his side to face you. With your cheeks and the tip of your nose a baby pink, you refused to look at him. Maybe you were getting sick.
âWhat, you like my smile, or something?â
âHave I ever told you it makes me feel safe?â
âSafe? Why?â
âIt lets me know I have nothing to worry about - that Iâm going to be just fine.â
The ceiling must have been very interesting. You have yet to look at him and though he wanted you to, he hopes you donât, otherwise the magnetic pull between your lips might be too strong for him to resist. He wondered what you tasted like.
âIâm glad I make you feel that way.â
The world felt at peace again when he returned to his position on his back. As if the roof did not exist above, the two of you laid on his bed and pretended to count the stars. Minhoâs hand blindly found its way to yours and the tiny bumps and touches of his fingertips made goosebumps travel up your arms. The handsome, confusing boy traced tiny stars in the back of your hand.
âDid you like your dream?â he finally asked.
âYou mean did I like being stuck with you for eternity?â
âYeah.â
âI wouldnât have it any other way.â
His shy giggle filled the empty spaces of his room, and yours soon followed.
âNeither would I.â
An eternity together wouldnât be so bad.
The spot beside you on Minhoâs bed felt empty. You must have knocked out the night before, too tired to crawl back to your cave of a room, and ended up sleeping next to him the whole night. Either last nightâs date was exhausting or you didnât want to leave Minho or his bed because you slept in so late that he had already got up for the day.
Changbin was eating cereal in front of the television when you finally left the room.
âWhoa, what the hell,â he smirked, not knowing thatâs where you slept last night. âDid something happen that I donât know about?â
âNo, idiot. We were talking and we fell asleep. Where is he, anyways?â
âEither at the gym or running errands or both.â
âAh, okâŠâ If you knew Minho like you thought you did, then maybe heâs at the gym, but running errands? The hell kind of errands did he have? You were the one who ran all the house-related errands.
âYou goinâ out tonight?â
âCanât. Huge paper I have to work on.â
âC'mon, itâs Jeonginâs birthday! And Minhoâs going ~â
Your cheeks burned from his teasing. âSo? Iâll literally fail if I donât get a good grade on this assignment.â
âFine, you bookwormâŠâ
So thatâs what you did - you became a homebody for the day and hermitted in your room to work on that cursed paper. It was hard to focus when all you could think about was going out tonight with Minho. If you went, would you stick by his side the whole time? Would he drag you to the dance floor and hold you close? Would the alcohol take over and close the gap between your lips?
Letâs pretend the answer was yes to all of the above.
You didnât see him for the entire day. Not for lunch, or dinner, or when he finally came home and hopped in the shower, or when he got ready in ten minutes, or even when he and Changbin left for the party. No texts or calls, either.
He was avoiding you at all costs.
Ugh, dammit, _____! Why did you sleep in his bed last night!? Ok, to be completely fair, he was sending you mixed signals that everything was fine, you know? He smiled after you told him how it made you feel safe, those little touches and whispers, literally agreeing to how life beside each other 'til you both grew old and wrinkly would be ideal⊠Why would you want to leave his side on the bed after all of that?
Boys were confusing, you knew that. Maybe you just misread the signs.
Minho felt like his heart was collapsing. Waking up beside you made this morning the best heâs ever had. You were so sleepy and so cute⊠All he wanted to do was press little kisses all on your forehead.
But no, he couldnât do that. You just happened to fall asleep here with no real purpose. Itâs not like he was going to wake you up and tell you to move? But did that make him selfish for wanting you to stay when you didnât intend to? Maybe, so thatâs why he had to slip out of the apartment before you woke up.
In the morning, he ran for a couple of hours. Then he went to lift weights. Then he ate and wasted time around town until it was time to get ready for Jeonginâs birthday. Nothing he did made it easier for him to forget about you and the night before. Heâll just use this opportunity of free booze to help him with that.
After successfully slipping in to get ready and out for a night of festivities, he thought that avoiding you for the whole day only made him miss you more.
âYouâre not gonna do anything stupid tonight, are you?â Changbin asked.
âNo promises.â
Well, no promises was right, because as soon as the two stepped into Chanâs place, Minho weaved his way through the crowd of strangers and went straight for the alcohol table. There, Chan was serving the jungle juice.
âHey, you made it!â he greeted them, but his grin dropped when he saw the distressed look on Minhoâs face. âYikes, rough night?â
âYou have no idea,â Changbin answered for him while he chugged the sweet drink.
He held the solo cup out to his concerned friend. âMore.â
âUh-ohâŠâ Chan didnât disobey.
For a while, Minho was fine on his own while Changbin was off doing God knows what to some poor soul. He socialized here and there, greeted the totally incoherent birthday boy, and even flirted his way around for the sake of distraction. When something new didnât seem to work, heâd down another shot, and by the time it was 2:00 am, Minho could barely stand on his own.
âOh, son of a - are you kidding me!?â Changbin groaned after seeing his poor roommate passed out on Chanâs couch.
âShould I call an UberâŠ?â Jisung asked.
âNah, I have a cheaper solution.â
At 2:03 am, while you were munching on some chips and crying to some Miyazaki movie, Changbinâs name lit up your phone.
âYo.â
âHow much do you love your roommates?â
âOn a scale of one to ten? Four and a half.â
âCan you cash in that four and a half and pick us up from Chanâs place ~?â the whiny boy begged. âMinho is being insufferable! He keeps drinking everything in site!â
That did not sound good⊠Minho got very, uh, unbearable when he wasnât himself. You felt your headache come back and your blood pressure fly through the roof.
âBut I donât have a car.â
âThe keys to the Audi are hanging by the door.â
âWhat the - he has a car!?â
âNo, his uncle has a car. Just donât tell him weâre using it. Hurry, before he gets outta hand - NO, DONâT LET HIM DRINK THAT -!!â
The line cut out and the dial tone rang in your ears for a solid five seconds before you could process what Changbin was asking of you. So you were supposed to grab the keys to an expensive Audi, drive to Chanâs house, pick up your incompetent roommates, and somehow end up back home alive? Well, all rightâŠ
The key to the car wasnât actually a key⊠It was just a remote. The car was hidden in the corner of the underground garage and if you werenât being careful, someone could honestly kidnap you at any moment and no trace of the kidnapping would be seen. The Audi was very beautiful, all white and shiny like it was brand new. The interior was pitch black with red stitching, tons of fancy buttons normal cars didnât really have, and a button for the ignition. You prayed to whatever Lord was listening that it was Automatic because you had zero idea how to handle Manual.
The drive wasnât that far, but it was far for a walk, so no wonder Changbin called you for assistance. After texting him that his personal, beautiful Uber driver had arrived, you were left with your erratic thoughts about how you were going to handle seeing Minho for the first time since last night. Would it be awkward? Maybe on your end because you were sober enough to remember everything, but maybe his drunken state would ease up the atmosphere.
Your love life sucked. Your crushes never worked out in the end, your first date ended up mediocre, and now you fell for your best friend. You were in denial for the most part, thinking that maybe this was just a coping mechanism for all your failures and that Minho was the only real man to ever care about you, so of course you fell for someone like him. But that wasnât it, was it? Minho wasnât made to be your security blanket when all else failed. Maybe all else failed because he was the one all along. Fate always had a weird way of playing with you.
A loud thump in the back seat shook you from your thoughts.
âSorry, heâs very heavy and I got tired,â Changbin said as he sat in the front seat.
Looking back, you saw a passed out Minho curled up on the seats.
âJeez, that kind of night, huh?âï»ż Did you do that to himâŠ? Was this because of last nightâŠ?
âYeah⊠you wouldnât believe the shit he was saying -â
â_____, is that you?â he asked cutely.
âHey there,â you giggled. âHow are you feeling?â
âI miss you ~â
âHuh?â
âBro, he would not shut up the entire night! _____ this, _____ that, I was honestly so happy that he passed out on the couch because for those ten minutes, I could hear my own thoughts again. Can you two figure out whatever sexual tension you guys are having -â
âChangbin!â
âWhat!? Iâm tired of living with you two!â
âMove out then!â
âNo way, I was there first!!â
âStop yelling,â the poor, drunk boy whined, moving up so his face was in between yours and a pouty Changbin. Minho turned to you all giggly and smiley like a kid in a candy shop and poked your cheek. âI miss you ~â
Of course you did, too. âI miss you, too, dork.â
âI have something I want to tell you.â
âWhat is it?â
âIâll tell you when we get home, Iâm sleepy.â And he was out like a light once more.
âWhat the hellâŠâ
âChanâs jungle juice, man. Itâs magical,â Changbin tisked.
It took two small adults to carry one Minho all the way from the parking lot, to the lobby, to the elevator, and then finally to the door. Youâd think with all the working out Changbin did that he could handle the unconscious boy all on his own, but Minho was very muscley⊠A lot more than you remembered. From supporting his back and abs and having his arm around your shoulder, you could feel every crevice of his taut muscles that you should definitely not be thinking about at a time like this. He was fine to support himself by the time the door opened, and Changbin happily let go of him to go to the bathroom, something about âneeding to piss really bad.â
Before you could fathom that you were left alone with a loosey goosey Minho, he had already grabbed onto your hand and pulled you into his chest. His arms wrapped tightly around you so you couldnât escape, but it wasnât like you were going to, anyways. With his cheek resting on your forehead, you felt safe.
âI miss you ~â he repeated in his sing-songy voice.
âWhat are you doing?â you muffled into his chest.
âShowing and telling you how much I love you.â
âWait, what -â
âIn fact, let me show and tell the whole world!â
How Minho was able to run to the balcony and not trip and fall flat on his face was a mystery to you. The weird boy literally swung open the door and breathed in the fresh air before screaming into the night,
âI LOVE _____!â
Still inside, feet glued to where Minho first told you he sincerely loves you, you were shocked as the man you loved screamed at the top of his lungs to the city below.
âI LOVE YOU ~!â he screamed once more.
âOh, my God.â
You sighed tiredly, though your growing smile wasnât fooling anyone. Reluctantly, you made your way to the balcony to bring in the boy you loved before he lost his voice. After screaming a couple more times, he tuckered himself out and leaned over the edge of the railing.
âYouâre going to fall!â you lectured, pulling him back up. That was a bit of a mistake on your end though, because now he used you as his means of support and coddled you tightly like you were his own personal teddy bear.
âI love you, _____,â he said perfectly like there wasnât a drop of alcohol in his system.
âMinho, youâre drunk.â
He held you tighter. âDo you wanna hear a story? Itâs called âThe Day I Fell for Youâ.â
âOk. Tell me all about it.â
âYou were in art class and it was the pottery unit. You absolutely hated the mug you made, but I loved it. I told you to submit it for the art exhibit anyways. The following week at exhibition night, you won second place for the best pottery piece. When you went up to get your ribbon in front of all our other classmates and their parents, you only looked at me. You had the brightest smile on your face, and when I gave you a thumbs up, you glowed even brighter. I didnât think that was even possible. Then when the awards were over, you ran up to me and hugged me so tight. Just like this. And my heart was beating so fast! Just like now, too. I never wanted to let you go, you know? And then when you let me keep your mug, it was all over from there.â
Ah, you remember that story perfectly, even if it was so long ago. Minho made you feel like you could fly without wings.
He hummed happily, enjoying the feeling of you in his arms. âItâs my favorite mug. I drink coffee out of it every morning.â
âI know, Iâm the one who washes itâŠâ
â_____, what do I do ~?â He broke the hug and the heart-wrenching moment to hold your face and squish your cheeks so hard your lips would pout. âWhat do I do ~? I love you and I want to kiss you so badly!â
âEh!?â
âJust one kiss,â he begged, puckering his lips playfully.
âAh, no, you weirdo!â you giggled, but you werenât even fighting back.
âJust one, I promise.â
Before you could fake-object, his lips barely touched yours for a split second. They were soft, sent goosebumps all over your skin, and made sparks fly.
He giggled softly before leaning in again. âOk, one more.â
âYou said just one!â
âI got a taste and now I want more. This is your fault.â
âYou sound like an addict.â
âOnly for you, baby.â
So he kissed you once more. And again. And again. And then again for the tenth time. The eleventh time he made the kiss last a little longer. The fifteenth time was a kiss on your nose. The sixteenth, seventeenth, eighteenth, and nineteenth were for your cheeks twice. The twentieth and the last was on your forehead, making your heart flutter like a little hummingbird.
"You taste like punch and tequila,â you gagged.
âDo you like it ~?â
âNo!â
âDo you like me ~?â
âOnly sometimes. But I guess I love you all other times. Luckily, you probably wonât remember this in the morning.â
Thereâs a short silence afterwards, only the sounds of the wind blowing could be heard as Minho continued to hold you. âLoving me means you canât get mad at me, right?â
âIt means Iâll probably get mad at you more frequently. Why, what did you doâŠ?â
âNothing, I swear! Iâm just⊠not as drunk as you think I am anymoreâŠâ
âAh, so youâll remember this in the morningâŠâ
âAbsolutely. If you rejected my screaming confession though, I would have still pretended to be drunk. Isnât my plan so smart? Iâm a genius, bro.â
âMm, I wouldnât say genius,â you teased.
âWhatever, you admitted you love me, thatâs all that matters.â
âI only said it 'cuz you said it first. If you didnât, I would have kept it to myself.â
âBut why ~?â
âYou left me this morning. I thought telling you my dream was a huge mistake and I scared you away.â
Your loving boy pressed a twenty-first kiss to your forehead. âI was scared, but not because of that. I was scared you would leave everything at that and wouldnât think of me as anything but a friend.â
âYouâre so dramatic.â
âIâm an emotional man, ok.â
âI know ~â you sighed happily. The night air was crisp and cool, but Minho kept you warm, as he always did. He was always there whenever you need him. âI love you, you know that?â
Minho took a long and dramatic breath in, pressing his expanding chest to yours and you kind of regret tell him you love him because from the top of his lungs, he screamed,
âI LOVE YOU!!â
âMinho, shut up!!!â
âI LOVE YOU, _____!!â
The rest of the night until the following morning was spent with Minhoâs arms wrapped tightly around you. The only time he ever let you go was when you burned the pancakes and needed his help making more.
Minho, the dorky, annoying, loving, sweet, dumbass of a friend was now YOUR dorky, annoying, loving, sweet dumbass.
He wasnât so bad.
#lee minho#minho#lino#skz#stray kids#skz minho#skz lee know#stray kids minho#stray kids lee know#lee know#skz scenarios#stray kids scenarios#skz imagines#stray kids imagines#god i miss minho so much lmao#this was not edited :)))))))))))))))))))))sorry :)))))#i hope you like it!!! i put a lot of love in it bcuz i love lino :))))#YES IT'S FROM MY FIRST FIRST LOVE LMAO
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Itâs A Scream, Baby!
lee minho x reader
word count: 1.9k
genre: smut - MINORS DNI
warnings: non idol au, soft pleasure dom!minho, sub!reader, daddy kink, fingering, dirty talk, nipple play, reader has pierced nipples, car sex, public sex, minho refers to reader as his âplay thingâ once, squirting. if i missed anything, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.
summary: the movie is boring, youâre needy, minho is hot. how did you expect this night to turn out?
a/n: anon, you sent this the morning after i had a dream involving nipple play w a skz member so this was literally perfect. bless u for giving me an excuse to write this. also, iâm making a permanent taglist masterlist (does that make sense? idk) bc im losing track of who wants on it. IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN BEING ADDED TO MY PERMANENT TAGLIST, PLEASE COMMENT OR SEND AN ASK. thnx :))) also this fic contains several references to my personal favorite movie, even if reader hates it lmao.
this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents lee minho as a person or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.
taglist: @lix-ables, @rachalixie, @agustd-essert, @gibbysupremeacyisreal
The killer finally caught up to the main character, music building in dreadful anticipation of what was to come. Would he get her? Would she narrowly escape? Would the person you could have sworn died earlier in the movie come in at the last minute, sacrificing themselves for her?
If you were being honest, you didnât really care. You had zoned out about thirty minutes in, the plot totally lost on you. How did they get here, anyway? Last you checked, her boyfriend was still detainted under suspicion of being the murderer. Was he out now?
Oh, who gives a shit?
Minhoâs low chuckled filled the car, following a terrible joke from the comic relief.
Your boyfriend apparently gave a shit.
It wasnât a surprise, given the fact that he was the one who suggested going to the drive-in. He was so excited about it, showing you the ad that popped up on his feed. The first three movies (apparently there were five? The thought of this movie having four sequels was making you lose brain cells) back to back for a whopping five dollars per car. It was a steal, and given the way his face lit up as he pitched the idea to you, you would be heartless to say no.
So thatâs how you ended up in the backseat of the car, air conditioning on full blast and snuggled up under a blanket with Minho, watching as the boyfriend held a voice changer up to his mouth to reveal himself as the killer.
Huh. So he was guilty.
You looked over at your boyfriend, who was smiling like a kid in a candy shop. The movie reflected off of his glasses, almost hiding his pretty eyes that were sparkling with excitement. He wasnât joking when he said this was his favorite movie; his reactions were almost enough to make you want to focus on the movie.
Key word: almost.
Instead you stared at him, eyes slowly taking in every inch of him. He sat with his legs spread, grey cotton shorts riding up his thighs from trying to get comfortable in the cramped backseat. The sweatshirt and hat he wore match, both stitched with the name of your shared university. The way he was wearing his hat, however, is what made you practically salivate, unable to look away. You loved when he wore it backwards, hair pushed out of the way so you could see every angle of his face. You could stare at him all day, constantly in awe of how god-like your boyfriend was.
He was much more interesting than some bad 90s horror movie.
You shifted your weight to rest your head on Minhoâs shoulder, staring up at him with the slightest hint of a pout. His attention shifted from the movie to you, a small smile creeping on his face when his eyes met yours.
âHi.â You said softly, gripping onto his right arm as you snuggled closer to him.
âHi.â He responded, leaning in to peck the center of your forehead. âHaving a good time?â
You shrug, fingers tracing a line up and down the arm you were holding. âYeah. Kinda bored, though.â
He hummed, right hand moving under the blanket to wedge itself in between your thighs, staying close to your knees. âIâm sorry. Do you want to leave after this movie?â
âNo, we can stay for the other two. I justâŠâ the sentence trailed off as you found yourself growing shy. God, why? Itâs not like you havenât made a move on Minho before - if anything, you were the one constantly making moves. Constantly batting your eyelashes and pleading for your boyfriend to fuck you. He always gave in; no matter the time or place, if you wanted him, Minho would make sure you had him. He could never let his baby get too needy, after all.
âJust what?â Minho asked, and you could tell he was resisting the urge to smirk. He knew exactly what you wanted, and he wanted you to say it.
You opened your mouth with the intention of speaking your wants, but the way he was staring at you with eyes that were starting to grow wider with lust made your jaw snap shut. Timidly, you buried your head in his neck, too embarrassed to look at him.
With a click of his tongue, his other hand found the back of your neck and gently pulled your head up. âYou gotta tell me, baby.â He whispered, the hand between your thighs prying them apart and slowly moving higher up. âI canât help you unless you tell me.â
He paused right at the hem of your shorts, fingers teasing the edge of the athletic material as he waited patiently for you to speak. You knew him well enough to know that he would sit here all night, playing with your shorts until you explicitly told him to touch you. He never did anything without confirmation that you wanted it, and fuck, did you want it tonight. Taking a deep breath to try to calm the rapid pace at which your heart was racing, you finally spoke, lips trembling as you did so.
âI just need you to make me feel good.â
The smile he gave you had your heart doing backflips, butterflies fluttering out of your stomach and skin chilling. A smile filled with adoration, but also with just as much need for you as you had for him.
âSee? That wasnât hard.â His hand slid up over your shorts until he reached the waistline. âYou know Iâll always take care of my baby.â He pinched the clenched material, pulling it back just a bit to make it snap. âUp.â
Your shorts were removed, tossed to the front seat of the car. Once your legs were spread open enough for his liking, Minho kissed you, his tongue wasting no time finding yours. You melted into the kiss, body immediately relaxing at the familiar taste. Minho used the hand on your neck to tilt your head, effectively deepening the kiss as his other hand began to rub your pussy over your panties. You moaned, hips lifting slightly to feel his strokes better.
âGod, baby, youâre so wet.â He mumbled between kisses, spit covered lips glimmering in the light of the movie. âHave you been this wet the whole time?â
âYes. All night, Min-â
At the sound of his nickname, Minho rolled his eyes, the fingers that were teasing you moving up to your clit and lightly pinching it over your panties. He held onto it, rubbing the bud between his thumb and forefinger.
âThatâs not my name, is it, baby?â He said with a raised voice to be sure you heard him over your moans.
You shook your head, a string of noâs falling from your lips. The way he was pinching you was so gentle, but firm enough to shoot waves of pain up your body, making the pleasure that much more intense and limiting your capability to think.
âWhat is it? Come on, say it. I really donât feel like punishing you tonight-â
âDaddy.â You cried out, head tossing back and hitting the back window of the car. âYouâre Daddy. Please, please Daddy, just touch me.â
Before you could even finish your sentence, his hand was down your panties, finally touching you without a barrier. It felt so good, the way he played with your folds, fingers knowing exactly where to put more pressure and where to back off.
âThere we go. Thereâs Daddyâs good girl.â His voice was low, and if you werenât already covered in goosebumps, you were sure just the sound of him practically growling would have your entire body chilled. âAlways the most perfect play thing for me, arenât you?â
While his filthy words flooded your senses, his other hand was pushing your oversized shirt up until your chest was revealed to him. If asked, Minho would say he didnât have a âfavoriteâ part of your body. He thought you were an absolute masterpiece - every curve, scar, freckle, and stretch mark never failing to make his mouth water. But he always found himself drawn to your chest and the perfect way your breasts fit in his hands and his mouth. When you got them pierced and he couldnât touch them for months, Minho thought he was going to lose his mind - and in all fairness, he absolutely did and made up for every second he lost after they were healed.
Minho shifted his body so that he was in front of you, uncomfortably kneeling on the floor of the car. âHold.â He commanded, and your hands immediately flew to your shirt, holding it up by your collarbones. Now face to face with your chest, Minho wetted his lips before latching onto you without warning. And if that wasnât bad enough, he decided that this was the perfect moment to shove two fingers covered in your slick inside of you.
âF-fuck.â You whined, back arching with pleasure. âFuck, daddy, j-just like that. Oh my god-â
You looked down at him to see your boyfriend staring at you wickedly, smiling against your chest as his free hand began to play with your other nipple. He toyed with the piercing with both his tongue and fingers, the sensation making your jaw drop, nothing but loud whines leaving your mouth.
He let go of your breast, fingers thrusting rapidly in and out of you as he looked up at you. âSqueezing my fingers so tight baby. You like that? Like it when daddy plays with your pretty tits?â
All you could do was nod, words failing to form at the moment. You lifted your hips, pushing yourself further down on his fingers to silently beg for more.
Minho got the hint.
âOh? Gonna fuck yourself on daddyâs fingers, baby?â He asked, a large smile on his face. âGonna make yourself come while I play with you some more?â
He didnât wait for an answer, taking your other breast in his mouth and biting down on the nipple. His fingers paused, letting you control the tempo as you pathetically tried to bounce on them. It was enough, though; the feeling of Minho alternating his teeth and tongue, and hand teasing the other nipple helping to tighten the rope in your lower belly.
Pussy clenching around his fingers, you watched his eyes roll back in pleasure, the groan he released making your chest jiggle. He looked delicious, eyes shut in satisfaction as he focused on helping you get off.
Fuck, Minho was incredible.
You were about to attempt to ask for permission when you felt his cold thumb press against your clit, only moving left to right once before the dam broke. You screamed, cumming hard around his fingers. It gushed out in a spray, drenching the seat of the car and Minhoâs sweatshirt. Only when he was sure you were finished did he let go of your tit, removing his fingers from your fluttering cunt.
Minho climbed back onto the seat next to you, head thrown back as he panted like he was the one who just squirted all over the backseat of the car. You rolled your head over to look at him, the same wide smile still painted his face.
âFuck.â He said, turning to meet your gaze. âThat was one hell of a scream, baby.â
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can i request a bf!skz reaction to you cutting ur bangs yourself but falling terribly and end up crying bc u think ure ugly??đ„ș i love ur blog btw!!đ
OH GOD I SHOULDNT LAUGH SHOULD I?? something gives me the feeling that you have been in this situation WHICH SAME and that why you dont cut your own bangs,,, learned that from my mistakes AHSAH BUT HEY IT TURNED OUT OK, IT GROWS SO NO WORRIES!
ALSO AH thank you!! thank you for sending in this idea that almost killed my stomach HAHSAHS <33
LEEEE go HEADCANON
also can i just say that i was crying with laughter when writing this because i just kept on imagining bad hairstyles HASHSAS my stomach hurts
(also; if you guys are wondering why im tagging âstray kids smutâ even though this isnt smut, itâs because like 99% of my blog is nsfw and so i dont want to present my blog to people that are uncomfortable with that)
Warning; skz x gn!reader; fluff? oh mentions of scissors! maybe crying??
Bangchan
Find it funny at first but NAH HE HUGGING THE SHIT OUT OF YOU IF YOUâRE CRYING
says like overly comforting things HASHHS
âyou did great,,, itâs not even that bad? You just need to like,, comb it!â
âcombing it doesnt put hair back channie!~â you say, sighing and rubbing your head on his chest
âwhy didnât you ask me?â
you look up at him with teary eyes, starting to laugh
ây-you? i think you would make it worse!â
he chuckles âno! next time iâll do it and youâll have to pay for dinner if it turns out better than this,,, whatever it isâ
you roll your eyes âFine! Deal! now let me cut your hairâ
his eyes widen as he starts running away from you, you running after him
Minho
a momentary laugh before he gets all fussy about it
âthats why you should go to a hairstylistâ
âletâs shave it off, youâve already startedâ
NOO BUT IF YOU START CRYING HE WOULD FEEL REALLY SORRY FOR BEING A BIT MEAN
heâs not the most,,, comforting person BUT HEâD TRY BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU VERY MUCH
âhair grows,,, it will grow back before you know itâ
âb-but i look ugly?â you say, almost crying and laughing at the same time
âtsk,, nothing is ugly on youâ
Changbin
âAre you ok?!â
bruh heâs panicked when he sees you crying, covering your face in shame
âwhatâs wrong?! wh-OHâ
heâd try to make some sort of trend out of it LMAO
âBut it looks cool? dye it pink or somethingâÂ
âchangbin are you making fun of me?âÂ
heâd hug you and hold his laughter for dear life
âit looks cool, i promiseâ
you know how heâs very conscious on what he wears? yeah,,,Â
âWAIT YOU KNOW WHAT Y/N! pair it with some like,,, cool dangly earrings, wait i have this pair that would look great-â
why is he so cute like stop (please dont)
Hyunjin
sorry to put it like this but HYENA LAUGHÂ
like whereâs the lie??
âWE SHOULD MATCH? GET THE SCISSORS!!â
heâd pull up different characters/people/animals
âWAIT WAIT LOOK! thats youâ he snickers, flinching when you raise your arm, wanting to hit him playfully
âshow me one more animal and youâll wake up bald tomorrowâ
he shivers, dramatically panicking
âI wonât, miss lemurâ
âHYUNJIN GET OVER HERE IM GONNA TEAR THAT STUPID BLONDE HAIR TO SHREDSâ
Jisung
you know what he finds funnier than your hair?
the fact that youâre crying over it
HEâS NOT A DICK he just,,, canât hold his laughter,,,
âno no no y/n!! donât cry, itâs not that bad!â
he hugs you, patting your back
he would remember the hairstyle and like present it in a meeting the boys have for like comebacks HSAHSHASH IM CRYING
âi mean why not y/n?! letâs all have bangs that are 1 cm on our foreheadsâ
Felix
*surprised pikachu face*
âwhat did you do?!?â
I SWEAR he would cry with you because he feels bad for you having to walk around with that hair
heâd try to like,,, comb it or style it in a way that makes it less noticable
does it more because he wants to play with your hairÂ
âok,,, we are putting these damn hairstyling scissors away,,,in the basementâ
heâd volunteer to cut your hair next time,,, so it looks better LMAOÂ
OR ACTUALLY GO TO THE HAIRSTYLIST WITH YOU
SeungminÂ
another mf that would laugh his ass off
IF YOUâRE NOT CRYING he would take pictures and laugh even more
ONCE AGAIN; HEâS NOT A DICK just,,, having fun LMAO
âwhat beanie do you want? i got a blue one and a black one here-â
âminnie,,,, itâs summer?â
âdo you really want to walk around,,, like that?âÂ
WHY AM I MAKING HIM SO MEAN?! HEâS NOT MEANÂ
just doing to try to make you feel better
âwhat were you even trying to do?â he asks later in the day
you show him a refrence picture and he starts rolling on the ground from laughter
âthis is legendaryâ he says, almost crying
Jeongin
you know that clip where hyunjin eats a baby shark lollipop AND JEONGINS FACE IS LEGIT LIKE *o* (i legit cry everytime heâs fucking adorable)
YEAH THAT LIKE AGSHASHAS JUST SILENCE AND THAT EXPRESSION
at a loss for wordsÂ
âdoes it look cute?â you say, testing his honesty
he gulps before answering, staring at the abomination thats your hair
ânot too badâ says, pressing his lips together to muffle a smile
âYAH YOUâRE SUCH A LIAR!âÂ
his gaze is drifting all over the place as he nervously looks around
âhey! itâs on you and therefore itâs cuteâ
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we have each other
âą rated m for mature (along with a pinch of angst? and fluff)
âą pairing: soft dom!minho x fem!reader
âą wc: 1.420
âą tw: arguing with minho, dirty talk, grinding, slight nipple play, explicit language, unprotected vaginal sex (remember to always stay safe!), bathtub sex, soft sex, creampie,- i think thatâs all, please do tell me if you find more c:
âą note: lmao i was aiming for a drabble but def got carried away while writing this- plus, this is my first smut after a decade đ so fingers crossed youâll enjoy it! feedbacks are much appreciated <3 also, please kindly note that english isnât my first language. therefore, i apologize for any mistakes.
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âholysh- this better not be- fuck!â you grunt on the unpleasant sight and smell coming from your favorite sneaker as you mentally do a karate chop to whoever let their dog poo in the middle of the crosswalk. jumping on one leg, you almost make it to the sidewalk when all of a sudden, it starts raining cats and dogs. gripping onto your handbag as tightly as you can, you run with all your might while spitting out endless curses, the situation on your left shoes long forgotten as the only thing you want right now is to get under your roof.
yet, the cycle of your bad luck doesnât stop when you get to your destination as the one and only functioning elevator in the old apartment building is out of service. âit was totally fine this morning!â you say out loud, earning nothing in return from the ignorant security whoâs half asleep by his desk. sighing, you stomp your way to the stairs. the dayâs gonna be longer.
once you reach the seventh floor and spot your apartment door, you feel like crying out of happiness, but it doesnât last long as the realization hits you that you lost your key last week and havenât gotten the chance to get a copy. âdear heavens, why are you doing this-â your sentence is cut off when the door clicks open right when you get in front of it, barely having the chance to knock; revealing the sight of minho with his poker face, shooting you a look. âdonât,â you warn without sparing a glance as you make your way inside to hurriedly grab your needs so not much damage will be done from your drenching self.
âwhy didnât you pick up my calls?â silence. âi asked you a question, y/n,â you can hear the sound of his gritting teeth even when youâre back facing him. turning around, you only glare at him before heading to the bathroom, only to spin around when he calls your name again. âreally, minho? you honestly expect me to return your calls after last night? did you hit your head and forget that you literally told me to fuck off?â silence. âexactly. now please, go mind your own business and let me mind my own.â swinging the bathroom door open, youâre welcomed with the view of your cramped bathroom, now all squeaky clean and filled with tealight candles- even your bathtub has been filled with bubbles.Â
âmin-â a tiny gasp escapes your lips when minho wraps his hands around your shoulder and his lips come in contact with your neck, kissing it softly. âh- hey, iâm all wet and sweaty,â you say, yet having no intention to stop him. âmmm, donât care. all i want is to make you even wetter.â one by one, he unbuttons your shirt and lets it hit the floor. he draws circles around your tummy before sliding a finger in your bra, playing with your hardened nipple and making you shiver under him. âi see youâre finally cold now, huh, my hot headed baby? you want me to warm you up?â you instantly nod, sparing no time, and minho does the sameâunclasping your bra while you shimmy out of your culottes and undies.
patience has always been in your virtue, but today is an exception. you miss minho so badly, his touch, his kiss, him. you want him. sure, the episode last night between the two of you leaves a certain scar somewhere on your heart, but it canât compete with the love you have for him. you hurriedly help him undress and he chuckles, making you reddened along the process. once you look up to him, though, heâs already looking at you ever so fondly, the light in his eyes shines so bright and you just canât take it anymore. you pull him into a kiss and feel his hand on your neck, his thumb stroking the lobule of your ear for quite some time before he bites your lower lip and you let him in to take control.
âup,â he mutters in between the kiss, tapping your foot as a signal, and you oblige; jumping slightly to wrap your legs around his waist, and you can feel the tip of his cock lightly hitting your bum. your kiss comes to a halt for quite some time when minho goes into the tub and slowly sinks down. both of you groans in satisfaction upon feeling the warm water. âiâm sorry,â minho says as his hand reaches out to caress your cheek while the other remains around your waist, pulling you even closer till thereâs no more room separating you. âi didnât mean anything i said to you last night, but that doesnât mean iâm not at fault. iâll fix myself for you, y/n. i know you want it as much as i do, but youâre right, things arenât going as planned so we should take it slow for it to work out. please let me work on it with you?â
his last words come out almost in a whisper and it brings you to tears as you struggle to tell him that he doesnât need to ask for your permission. minho has been your number one support for half of the decade. through the seemingly never ending hardships, heâs always there, so if arguing over big and small matters is what itâs gonna take for you to marry him, then so be itâbecause you know that at the end of the day, itâll only strengthen your feelings for each other. feeling his eyes getting teary, minho nuzzles against your neck, out of words to say, and it softens you even more.
you take the chance to start grinding on his dick and whimper shyly, âplease make love to me, minho. i need you.â that definitely brings his attention back to you and all the emotional thoughts vanish to the back of his head. unlike the usual minho who lives to tease you and could go on for hours with only sliding his cock up and down on your slit, the minho he is today only wants to give you everything you want. your moans mixing with one another when he lifts you up and guides you down by your hips, piercing through youâyour eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel him stretching you while heâs in the same state, already feeling on cloud nine when he feels you clenching around him. right when youâre about to ask him to move, minho pulls out of you slams back in, making you cry in pure pleasure as you begin to buck your hips against his, craving for more.
though short of breath, minho manages to chuckle at your eagerness. âbaby, let me take care of you,â he says, cheeks all flushed from the heat. he proceeds to take care of the situation, going in and out of you steadily before fastening his pace. âoh my god, min- minho, ah!â you moan, partly for the ecstasy of feeling so full, but mostly because he has hit your sweet spot and the familiar knotâs finally starting to build up on your stomach. âf- faster, please, please, please-â you beg, voice now a pitch higher, yet unbothered by the possibility that the neighbors might be able to hear how minho is making you cry over his cock.Â
âcum with me- ah, fuck! cum around my dick, baby-â with his desperate plea and the way he twitches in you, it only takes a few more thrusts before a wave of pleasure washes over you and you cum around him while letting out a choked moanâminho follows only a second after, both his body and voice shaking over his own climax. the roomâs now only filled with your heavy breathings, but they, especially minhoâs, sound like music to your ears. right when your head leaves his shoulder and you lock eyes with him, everything turns black.
âyou have got to be kidding me-â you groan, this time in disbelief and annoyance, but it quickly changes into a chortle when you lay your eyes on the tealight candles surrounding you. âgood thing my boyfriend has set these romantic candles for me,â you joke, making minho laugh along as he, again, pulls you towards him, wanting to be as close as possible with you. âi know, right? and at least we have each other.â
âat least we have each other.â
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