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pnutbutter-n-j-elyy · 1 month ago

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hiii - I read a bunch of your works and I loved them so much!

do you think you could do a minho (or one for everyone) piece where he's feeling burnt out but he's been trying to hold it together (maybe he's been quite successful at not making it known to the guys) because he doesn't want to be a bother y/n hasn't been around much (but has been texting to check in on him) because of university or work. but through those texts, you get a sense he's not himself and when you finally see him in person, you can tell he's trying to hold it together but the second you say "it's been hard, hasn't it?" He immediately break and y/n is there to pick him up.

okay this was a bit more specific than I intended so feel free to do your own thing but I think it would be nice to have a y/n comforting the member thing but only if youre up for it!!

Thank you and feel free to say no as well!! I understand that you've got a whole bunch of other things to do too

Thank you and have a great week.

Put Your Head on My Shoulder | Minho

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Minho sat on the edge of his bed, his phone resting in his hand as he stared blankly at the screen. Another text from you, asking how he was. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to reply, but the words wouldn’t come.

He was burnt out. He had been running on fumes for weeks now-between rehearsals, performances, and schedules that seemed never-ending, the burnout had crept up on him slowly, until it swallowed him whole.

Still, he had been holding it together. At least, he thought he had.

The guys hadn’t noticed, or if they did, they hadn’t said anything. He’d become good at hiding it- smiling, joking, and keeping up the act, because that was what everyone expected of him. Minho was the strong one, the calm one, always in control. But beneath the surface, he was unraveling.

He didn't want to place that burden on anyone- let alone you who had been an unexpected blessing in his life. An unexpected meeting that turned into him freefalling for you fast and hard and more passionate than he had ever loved anyone before.

He needed you and he didn't want to do anything that could potentially jeopardize his chance at forever with you.

You probably didn't want to date a burnt out man...

He rubbed his temples, feeling the tension radiating behind his eyes, and let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Your text still glowed on the screen:

Hey, love, how’s everything going? You okay?

You had been checking in on him more often lately, even though you were busy with university. He could tell you were worried, even if you didn’t say it outright. And somehow, through just those few words, you knew him better than anyone else. As if your souls were connected.

Minho didn’t reply. He didn’t have the energy to put up a front, and he didn’t want to worry you more than he already had. He figured if you sensed something was off out of the blue, you could detect his lies through the phone.

He sighed and placed his phone face-down on the bed, willing the exhaustion away, knowing it wasn’t going anywhere.

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It had been almost two weeks since you and Minho had last seen each other. Between your classes and his packed schedule, finding time to meet up had been nearly impossible. But today was different. You had wrapped up your work early and decided it was time to check on him- really check on him. His texts had been growing shorter, his replies delayed, and every instinct told you that something was wrong.

And you supposed you could give some credit to Han, who had willingly snitched to you about how his Hyung was falling asleep in public places.

And how he:

"-didn't even react to a cat picture. That's a red flag, Hyung loves cats."

You knew Minho didn’t like to show when he was struggling. He had a habit of carrying everything on his shoulders without asking for help, but you had seen through that long ago.

The plan was simple: drop by his place, surprise him, and figure out what was going on.

When you arrived, you knocked softly, waiting for a response. After a moment, you heard shuffling on the other side, and the door creaked open.

Minho stood there, and your heart sank immediately. He looked exhausted- his usual sharp features softened by the weight of whatever he was carrying. His skin was dry, and his hair disheveled. His eyes, normally so full of mischief and light, were dull, and there was a tightness in his expression that he hadn’t quite managed to hide.

"Y/N-ah," he said, his voice slightly hoarse.

You smiled gently, stepping inside and wrapping your arms around him without a second thought, snuggling your head into his chest. "Hey, Min. You look like you need a break."

He chuckled softly, but there was no real humor behind it. "I’m fine. Just…a little tired."

You pulled back, studying his face, and it hit you just how much he had been pushing himself. There was a heaviness in the air between you, and you could see that he was barely holding it together. You sighed.

You led him to the couch, sitting down next to him. For a moment, neither of you said anything, the quiet stretching between you like a fragile thread.

Finally, you spoke, your voice soft but firm.

"It’s been hard, hasn’t it?"

At those words, you felt the subtle shift in the air, like the last thread of his composure snapped.

Minho’s catlike eyes flickered to yours, and for a moment, he blinked rapidly, trying to brush it off, to give you a small smile like he always did so he wouldn't be a burden- so he wouldn't give you any reason to judge, to leave; but this time that flippant smile didn’t reach his eyes. His lips trembled slightly- and then, all at once, the mask fell.

He broke.

Minho let out a shaky breath, his hands coming up to cover his face as his shoulders slumped. You could hear the quiet sound of his breath hitching, the sound of someone who had been holding on too tightly for too long.

"Don't look." He whined, but you didn't listen.

Without a word, you scooted closer, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him against your chest. He didn’t resist, allowing himself to collapse into your embrace, his body trembling slightly as he let go of everything he had been bottling up. He buried his face into your shoulder, his breath coming in uneven waves.

"Shh," you whispered, rubbing gentle circles on his back. "It’s okay, Min. You don’t have to hold it together anymore."

Minho didn’t say anything, but his grip on your shirt tightened. For a while, you just held him, the soft sound of his breathing filling the space. He was always so strong, always so composed, but here, in your arms, he let himself be vulnerable. This was the first time you had ever seen him be vulnerable. And knowing im, you figured this wouldn't be a super common occurence but you basked in it nonetheless, happy that he felt comfortable enough to break in froont of you.

And you held him, letting him know that it was okay to lean on you-that he didn’t have to carry everything on his own.

After a while, his breathing steadied, and you felt him relax slightly against you. You pulled back just enough to look at him, brushing a few stray strands of hair from his face. His eyes were red-rimmed, his breathing clogged, but there was a softness there now- a quiet relief, like he had finally let down the walls he’d been building for so long.

"You don’t have to pretend with me, Minho," you said quietly, your fingers still gently combing through his hair. "I’m here."

He swallowed hard, blinking back the last of his tears. "I just…didn’t want to bother you," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

You shook your head, giving him a small, sad smile. "You could never be a bother. Not to me."

There was a long pause, and then Minho leaned his head against your shoulder, the tension in his body slowly ebbing away as he rested against you. "Can I just…stay like this for a while?"

Your heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice. "Of course," you whispered. "As long as you need."

You could feel him relax further, his head heavy against your shoulder as you continued to run your fingers through his hair. You leaned back into the couch, and he shifted slightly, resting more comfortably against you.

"Put your head on my shoulder," you murmured softly, a quiet invitation to let go. And he did. He leaned into you, kicking his legs into your lap, his head nestling into the curve of your neck, his breathing becoming slower and more even as he allowed himself to cling close to you and simply be in your presence.

The room was quiet, the only sound the steady rhythm of your breathing in sync. You held him close, feeling the weight of everything he had been carrying, and you wished you could take some of that burden away. But for now, this was enough.

"You’ve been working so hard," you whispered, your voice soft as you stroked his hair. "It’s okay to rest."

Minho sighed, his eyes fluttering shut as he nuzzled a little closer. "I don’t know what I’d do without you," he mumbled, his voice drowsy now, the emotional weight finally catching up to him.

"You’ll never have to find out," you said, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head.

Time passed in a comfortable silence, and after a while, the weight on your body became heavy as you realized Minho had drifted off to sleep, his body fully relaxed against you. You smiled softly, brushing your fingers through his hair once more, marveling at how peaceful he looked now.

He had been trying so hard to hold everything together, but here, in this moment, he had finally let himself be vulnerable. And you were grateful that he trusted you enough to let go, to rest, to lean on you.

You knew that when he woke up, he’d still have the weight of his responsibilities waiting for him. But for now, he was safe, cradled in the warmth of your arms, where he didn’t have to be anything but himself.

And as you sat there, holding him close, you knew that no matter what came next, you’d always be there to catch him when he fell- to remind him that he didn’t have to face everything alone.

With a soft smile, you rested your cheek against the top of his head, closing your eyes and letting the quiet comfort of the moment wash over you both.

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hw4-l1z · 3 months ago

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hi!! i got a request for you, if you're up to it. so, lee know and reader (male reader who is a member) have always had a close and comfortable relationship with each other. both of them know that the other has feelings, but chooses not to full on date because of the dating ban. one day, minho goes up to reader (who's like big and strong and always has minho clinging to him) and asks him to "fuck the stress out of him". reader thinks its a joke, but it wasn't, and they end up doing it.

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Loved this idea oml

Sub!minho x Dom!m!reader

Cw: reader calls him bunny// mention of readers body type// brief mention of linos tummy scar// lino being slightly insecure//fingering// biting// some silly bits// fluffy smut

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You were in the kitchen grabbing a snack for yourself when Lino had entered. Wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his front against your back.

"Hey bunnie, you okay?"

You turn around to wrap you arms around him tightly. His head leaning against your chest as he shakes his 'no'.

"No? What's wrong Min?" You ask, moving your head back to try look at his face whilst running a hand through his hair. "Just stressed out, need you to help me out" he muffled into your shirt. "How can I help you?" You say softly, kissing the top of his head. He hides his face further into your chest before saying something but you're unable to make out what he's saying. "What? Say it louder" you say, trying to move his head from your chest.

"Fuck the stress out of me..."

He looks up at your shyly, the tips of his ears going pink as he awaits your answer. You look at him confused before you let out a chuckle. "What?" You say, unable to take him seriously since you guys have never taken it as far as even kissing let alone having sex.

"Seriously Min, I wanna help you just tell me what I can do" you say softly before grabbing his hand and intertwining it with yours. He just stares at you quietly with a slightly confused look on his face.

"Y/n...I'm being serious, I want you to fuck the stress out of me" he deadpans.

"You're actually serious? a-are you sure?" You can't help but stutter, feeling a little flustered at his request. He nods his head "I know you want to and I really want it too" he says as he leans up to kiss you.

"Okay...okay! I can do that" you say as you lean down to catch his lips, pressing them together deeply. His arms find their way up and around your neck, resting on your shoulders as his finger thread through your hair.

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You lay him gently onto the bed, your hand sneaking it's way up his shirt and onto his chest. You rub your thumb over his nipple as you move your kisses down his neck but deciding not to risk leaving marks behind only biting softly.

His hands are mindlessly roaming your body, gripping and squeezing you and his legs wrapping around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him. Pretty little whimpers come from his throat, tucking his head into your shoulder and taking in your scent. You pull away for a second.

"You're definitely sure about this?" You ask.

He nods his head "Yes I'm sure" he replies before you move yourself back down towards him, continuing what you were doing before. Grinding your hips down and into his softly, earning a little gasp from him. His hips move up against yours, keeping the slow but hard grinding of your cocks together. His whole body is on fire as he can't help but feel so flustered by how big you are on top of him, how your hands are twice the size of his and your shoulders are much more broader than his.

Finally you begin to slowly slip off his shirt after you sit up. Both your hands working there way up his torso until the shirt is bunched up to his chest before reaching under and pulling it of. He sits up a little to help you out but gets a little embarrassed once his shirt is off. He tries to cover his tummy scar, a little scared at what you'd think but you grab his hands and pin them above his head so he couldn't cover himself.

"Don't you fucking dare cover yourself, you're beautiful...everywhere, no matter what bunny" you say as you let go of his hands and begin pulling down his trousers. He lifts his hips up so you can remove them easier but he wasn't fully expecting you to take his underwear off with them. He feels so exposed compared to your fully clothed body, his neck and ears turn a deep red as he looks at you with the most adorable sparkling eyes, just begging you to take of your clothes too.

"You looks so pretty Min, can't believe I haven't seen what perfection you were hiding" you say almost gawking at him completely. Your gaze burns into him making him feel like he's a peice of meat ready for you to devour. Your suddenly snapped out of your trance when you feel him tugging at the bottom of your shirt, itching for you to take it off.

Reaching your hands down and hooking under the hem of your shirt before pulling it up and off your body. He's seen you shirtless before but my god it still does things to him. You have have pretty noticeable abs yet a bit of a soft pudgy tummy which he adores so much. It makes him happy about his little pudge knowing you like to flaunt your body to the fans so much. His hands trail up your stomach and towards your pecs, squeezing them in his hand.

"I thought you were more of an ass man?" You chuckle at him. He let's out a breathy laugh "I am but tits are nice too" he smirks.

You move your hands down to the hem of your sweats before undoing the drawstrings and pulling them off.

"You were going commando this whole time?" He says as your cock springs out. You just laugh and nod before grabbing a condom and lube. You rip open the condom packet, throwing it on the nightstand before rolling it onto your cock. Squirting some lube onto your fingers before slowly pushing one of your fingers into him. He's a little tight so you decide to try work him open a little before fucking him. Working a second finger in and slowly pulling them in and out, curling your fingers up to push against his sweet spot.

His sweet honey laced moans spilling out as you push against his prostate perfectly. His hips bucking up as he basically fucks himself onto your fingers. Eventually once you think he's ready you pull your fingers out before pressing your tip against his rim.

"You ready?" You asked, earning a nod from him.

You begin to slowly slide into him, his walla stretching around your cock, hugging you so perfectly. Bottoming out inside him as keep still until he gives you the go sign. Sitting stroking his thigh gently with one hand whilst he holds onto your shoulders.

Finally he gives you a nod to move and you move yourself forward and into a comfortable position. Pulling back out of him slowly before sliding back into him a little faster earning a little sharp moan from him. You begin moving your cock in and out at a steady pace. Not too fast but not too slow, grinding your hips against his every time you push into him, hitting so deep.

"Please, I want more, fuck the stress out me" he whines.

Steadying yourself, you pick up the pace, fucking into his hole harder as his hands claw at your back and shoulders. His soft and sweet moans are like music to your ears only urging you on to make him even louder. Jerking your hips forward as hard you can each time just to hear all the pretty sounds he can make. Whimpers and whines sounding so delicate in comparison to your harsh pace, skin slapping against skin echos around the room along with his moans.

His head thrown back against the pillow and his back arching up each time you slam into his sweet spot. You press your body right against his, engulfing him in your hold as your cock hits the deepest spots in him. His head tucked away into your shoulder as tears of pleasure begin to fall. His legs trapping you in, struggling to reach around your larger frame as his body tenses from the overwhelming amount of pleasure.

He can feel teh friction between his cock and your stomach, feeling as his orgasm builds up. He doesn't want you to let go, so he tries his best to wrap his arms and legs around you as tightly as he could. Your stomach rubbing against his cock so perfectly, he knows he's about to cum but before he can tell you, it's already happening. His climax hits him so hard, trembling as a loud shaky moan escapes his throat.

His warm sticky cum shooting between the small gap between your bodies before you follow shortly after with a throaty moan, releasing into the condom. You stay stuck together as you slowly grind into him to ride out your high. Once you've stilled you both just lay there, catching your breath and holding eachother but softer this time.

"Thank you y/n"

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A/n: surprised I wrote this much tbh usually I can't be bothered or just don't know wtf to write.

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astayinwonderland · 1 year ago

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"Your surprise is here..." | minchan

pairing: bang chan x f.reader x lee know

genre: smut || a little plot || +18 MDNI

summary: chan is very observant and he just knows you have a thing for minho... [enjoy! (;]

word count: 1.7k

warnings: threesome (ish?), voyeurism, exhibitionism, pet names, fingering, oral (f-receiving and m-receiving), slight mention of degradation, praise kink...

also english is not my first language

You are in love with Christopher Bang. It was always hard to picture yourself with someone and not be scared of them leaving you in the future. But with him, it was different. Chan is a man who values honesty and communication. Since day one, somehow he has extended to you warmth and trust making it impossible not to like him. Now, loving him, that was something else. What didn’t you love about your boyfriend? Is he flawed? Yes, of course, so are you. But it is in his flaws and in his caring nature that you get to be unapologetically you, no secrets, no burdens.

One of the things you have learned about Chan in the time you’ve been together is how observant he is. You have little tells when you’re excited, sad, joyful, horny, extremely horny, and he loves being able to tell so diligently. Even when sometimes you are not aware of how your body reacts.

Chan had his suspicions, but just by looking at you, he confirms it. You have a silly little crush on his friend and bandmate Minho. It’s not just the way you giggle a little bit too much when he makes a joke, it is the way your hand touches his arm for a brief second, the way you seem to arch your back a little bit for him to casually look at your breasts for a second or two, the way you smile at him with that flirty spark in your eyes. Yeah, you wanted Minho, and Chan was not jealous because at the end of the day, he wants what you want and to please you was his religion.

So one night Chan makes all the pieces fall into place, he is a man with a plan.

Spending the night with Chan is the definition of lovely. You can barely keep your hands off each other. Cuddling, playing pranks on each other, cooking together, having him inside you… you name it. However, you didn’t know what your man was orchestrating behind your back.

So now you find yourself kissing him, one of your favourite things to do. Chan has a way of kissing you that instantly melts you, it is never enough, you want his lips on yours forever. It starts slow, he wants to just see if you’re in the mood… so he waits and observes as you are both sitting on his couch. His sensual lips caress yours, asking for permission to kiss you. When you do, he pulls you closer, making you straddle his lap so he can put his hands on your waist. You part your lips for him and the faintest moan leaves you and the way Chan’s tongue teases your bottom lip makes your hips roll against his.

“Hmmm, are we impatient, my love?” he whispers.

“You know I am…” you reply breathlessly. “Now please kiss me, Chris, fuck me.”

Chan chuckles as you leave wet kisses down his jawline and neck.

The doorbell rings.

“Your surprise is here,” Chan looks into your eyes. They are wide with excitement, and dark with lust.

Your boyfriend carefully lets go of you. Your pajama shorts are wet from your arousal and your bralette leaves little to the imagination.

“There’s someone here for you, but if you don’t want to do this… we can stop,” Chan runs his hands over his blonde hair that slightly curls at the top.

“What do you mean?” your heart races as he opens the door and Minho’s eyes look right into yours, and then to your nipples hardening under your bralette.

“Minho?” you look at Chan. You try to find something to cover yourself with, he shouldn’t see you like this.

Minho walks in, his eyes glued to your figure and you can’t help but feel like a piece of meat for these two men. An unspoken fantasy come true.

“Baby, you have a little thing for Minho, am I right?”

You panic. It was always something stupid and innocent, you love Chan. You blink and your eyes go to Chan, then to Minho, and back to Chan.

“I–” you start but he shushs you.

Shit.

“I just want you to have fun, Minho here wonders if you are an obedient good girl. Would you like to show him, baby?”

Minho still says nothing and Chan smirks in a way you feel your clit throbbing in need of attention. Chan nods to Minho and they walk together closer to your figure. Chan kisses the back of your hand and draws little circles with his thumb over your fingers, reassuring you it’s okay and in that moment you know this is the man you are in love with. He is selfless, he is exciting, he is lustful, he loves to watch.

“Kiss her,” Chan tells Minho, but it is you who pulls Minho towards your lips. Your needy fingers entangling on his purple hair, drawing a deep groan for him.

“That’s it, good girl. You wanted him so bad, didn’t you, baby? Well… now it’s time to follow what I say, yeah?”

You try to nod as you bring Minho with you to the couch Chan sits opposite of you.

“Baby, strip for us, would ya?”

Only then do you stop kissing Minho, his eyes half-opened, lips swollen, ears red. You slowly unclasp your bralette and toss it on the floor. Minho’s mouth watering at the sight of beautiful tits, an arm’s distance from his wanting tongue, but when you pull down your pajama shorts… shit. Is he in heaven or in hell?

“She is beautiful, isn’t she?”

And for the first time since he came into the apartment you hear Minho’s voice.

“She’s exquisite, hyung,” Minho’s eyes never leaving your tits.

Your eyes are glued on Chan, how he palms his very noticeable erection in an attempt to relieve himself a little bit. He winks at you, he is really enjoying himself.

“Lick her tits, she will whimper if you blow on her nipples first and then suck them really hard.”

You don’t have time to process the words coming from your boyfriend’s mouth when Minho’s mouth and hands are already on you. Just as Chan said, Minho first licks your tits, his flat tongue working wonders. Chan’s eyes encourage you to let out your majestic moans, the ones that drive him insane.

“C’mon, my love, let Minho know how good he’s doing,” Chan says, but that’s when Minho blows on your right nipple and sucks hard, his crafty tongue switching between circling it and sucking while his fingers pinch and slightly pull your left one.

“Ah! Fuck–mmhh, shit–” you whimper under Minho’s touch.

You see Chan close his eyes in delight, finally freeing himself from his joggers. His perfect cock delighting your eyes, you want to suck him off, your adorable, perfect, boyfriend.

Minho didn’t stop there, he had you arching your back for him, almost crying for him to give you more. His mouth moves to your neck, licking and kissing you until his fingers tease your fold.

“Fuck, Minho, put your fingers in me already,” you beg.

“No, baby, he has to taste you first. Your taste alone will make him, cum, believe me.”

You moan at his words, so Minho puts his thumb in your mouth and you suck. You suck his thumb as the little needy slut you are because you want to suck Chan off so bad. Your brain can’t process the pleasure Minho is giving you and the sight of Chan jerking off to his friend going down on his girlfriend.

Minho first rubs your clit with his nose and cries are leaving your mouth as your eyes shut in pleasure.

“Make her cum. It’s the least you can do after she’s been so good to us, don’t you think?” The fact that Chan speaks as if you weren’t there makes your head spin and your pussy clenches, eager to cum for both of these men.

So Minho gets to work. His tongue circles your clit as one finger slides into you, the squelching sound of your dripping hole making both men moan in unison.

“Baby, how are you feeling, is Minho making you feel good?”

“Yes… yes–f…uck, yes, Chris,” you moan.

Chan smiles, he knows that when ‘Chris’ falls from your lips your brain is somewhere else. You are a goner. Head so plagued with pleasure your only aim is to climb higher and higher and get the mind-blowing release your body craves so much. This is Chan’s queue to finally stand beside you. He watches as Minho adds another finger in you, his motions quick, filled with lust as you pant and moan his name and Chris’s.

“I need you in my mouth,” you beg, looking at Chan. “Please, Chris, please, fuck! Minho!” you can’t seem to finish one thought when another wave of unmeasurable pleasure washes over you. Minho flicked his tongue over your bundle of nerves his hand now fisting his erect cock that was trapped in his tight jeans.

Chan obeys your command, he wants his baby happy and fucked out. So he thrusts inside your mouth as you moan for him. Hollowing your cheeks as you try your best to take him all in. Minho spits on your pussy and this is it, you are so close, his fingers moving so good in and out of you. Both men begin to talk you into cuming.

“Baby, you are doing so good for–u-us… such a dirty, dirty little thing,” Chan pants, close to cuming as well.

“Cum, please please cum, I want you all over my face,” Minho grunts and he is cuming on his hand.

Chan pulls out and his hand work on his cock angling it to your tits as his eyes roll back, while he cums and cums all over you and fucking hell, you cum with him. You feel like you are ascending to a never-ending feeling of euphoria as you cum with a loud cry, making your head explode and see stars behind your eyelids.

“Fuck…” is all you manage to say before your body lies limp on the couch.

“Shit, baby, you are amazing,” Chan kisses you.

You then reach for Minho’s adorable face which is buried between your legs and kiss him, tasting you in his mouth.

“Next time, tell me exactly what you want, baby.”

You nod.

“Thank you,” Minho whispers and you run your hand through his hair.

“Let’s clean her up,” and with that, the two men gather their strength to take you to the shower… but this was just round one of a steamy night that would not be easily forgotten.

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a/n: this is pure ✨fiction✨ -- this idea wouldn't let me sleep so I just poured everything I got into this and it took a toll on my soul... totally worth it though.

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tasteleeknow · 1 year ago

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HELLO STRANGER. PART FIVE.

PAIRING: minho ft. hyunjin x fem!reader GENRE: smut, angst, fluff, soulmate!au. enemies to lovers. jealousy. pining. unrequited love. WORD COUNT: 5.4k

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You came. You came to the thought of Minho wrapped around you and… inside you. Minho. The same Minho who tossed what remained of your self esteem into the dirt and pressed it so deep into the earth you have no idea if you’ll ever find it again.

It’s fine.

You’d already accepted he was pretty, maybe the prettiest person you’d ever seen. But that was before. Before he’d called you an infection and made you feel so, so, small. It was easy to see past his pretty face after that.

And then he’d been kind. Fucking sat with you through a storm and asked you if you were okay and told you not to cry. It’s not enough. It shouldn’t be enough. He has an unfair advantage. He was picked out for you. Soulmates. Soulmates. Soulmates.

You could cry. Or scream.

You do neither.

You crawl into bed and try to forget. He didn’t want you.

You are alone.

—

It’s like he knows. It’s some sort of cruel joke. A soulmate who can read your thoughts, your internal conflicts. He’s sitting at the table when you stumble out of the bathroom the next morning—a pile of fruit in front of him like a peace offering.

“I made fruit salad,” he says, all soft and fucking irritatingly sweet, “if you’re hungry.”

You freeze, completely and utterly fucked.

“I’m fine.”

—

Avoiding him is a ridiculous, impossible task. You live with him. Still, you avoid him at breakfast, and—after a few failed attempts to avoid him in the pool—you stop going all together. Hyunjin had attempted to squeeze the truth from you. He couldn’t understand why you’d stop doing something you seemed to enjoy so much. Never in a million years were you going to confess that seeing Minho dripping wet and shirtless each morning was fucking with your head. Not after everything. You couldn’t give Hyunjin any hope.

“You can tell me,” Hyunjin says as he taps the end of his pencil on the small coffee table.

He’d been spending the afternoon drawing while you read. It’s a peaceful, quiet company. Or it has been before his nervous tapping had started.

“Tell you what?”

The tapping doesn’t stop as he looks up at you from the floor. “Have you fought?”

You frown, closing your book and dropping it onto the couch beside you.

“No,” you reassure him. “I mean a small one but we made up. We’re fine.”

His pencil stops. He places it down gently. “Then what is it?” he asks. “What’s wrong?”

I think I want to fuck my soulmate. The one who made it clear he does not want to fuck me. The one we live with.

“What… makes you think something is wrong?”

He offers you a sad smile—a knowing smile. He always seems to know. How can you be surrounded by people who seem to know your thoughts and still feel so… adrift… alone.

He joins you on the couch, replacing your book with his fluffy socks as he curls up beside you. He’s warm. He radiates warmth, as always. “You’re avoiding him,” he says, like he’s pointing out the sky is blue or the grass is green—like it’s simply and utterly true.

How do you deny a fact?

“We’re being civil.”

He tucks his feet underneath you and leans back on the armrest, making himself comfortable. “So this was a mutual agreement? To distance yourselves from each other?”

“We didn’t wanna argue anymore.”

Hyunjin says nothing in return. Just looks at you, like he’s caught you with your hand in the cookie jar and you’ve just tried to deny it.

“What?” you blurt.

“He asked me this morning if he’d done anything to upset you.”

A short laugh bursts from your lips. You can’t help it. “Upset me?” you question, struggling to wipe the laughter from your face. “He asked if he’s done anything to upset me?”

“Recently,” Hyunjin clarifies.

You turn to face him, grasping his calves in your hands to use as leverage as you rearrange yourself. “Jinnie,” you start. “We should go out.”

His eyebrow twitches. “Out?”

“Mina’s wife is having a party tomorrow, for her birthday. Come with me.”

He pulls his legs from your grasp, tucking them to his chest. “You’re trying to distract me.”

“I’m inviting you to come out with me. It’ll be fun.” You lead forward and rest your chin on his knees. “Please,” you plead, offering him a small smile.

He looks to the hallway as the water cuts off. Minho has finished his post pool shower. “What about him?” he questions.

You press your lips together to prevent ‘what about him?’ slipping out. It’d be easy to find a reason, an excuse to keep this just between you and Hyunjin. Mina invited him specifically because of his attendance at her wedding. You want to spend a night with Hyunjin alone. Quality time minus the beautiful, asshole soulmate. Instead, you sit back and—with a slight furrow of your brows—you mumble, “He can come if he wants.”

Hyunjin laughs, falling forward over you—his face pressed into your shoulder. “Try not to look too happy about it,” he says around his lingering laughter. “He probably won’t come anyway.”

You push him off you gently before tucking his hair behind his ear. “You’re annoyingly caring, you know that?” you say.

“Thank you,” he says.

—

Minho does say no. He’d rather stay in, he says. Fine with you. You and Hyunjin leave him sitting on the couch with one of the cats curled on his lap.

His eyes drift down your bare legs on your way out. You wouldn’t have noticed if you hadn’t taken one last glance back at him. You don’t know how you feel about it.

You find yourself at the bar before you’ve even attempted to locate Mina or her beautiful, rich wife/soulmate. Alcohol is nice. Alcohol and friends and loud distracting music. It’s not something you usually enjoy. In fact Mina had made it clear you weren’t obligated to come exactly because she knew you so well. It feels different now. It feels like it’s exactly what you need.

Hyunjin gets dragged off by the birthday girl at some point in the night, when you’ve had more drinks than you probably should have and then attempted to take the edge off the inevitable hangover with a tall glass of water. Mina sits with you, her legs stretched out in front of her to touch yours—each of your backs pressed up against opposite walls in the empty hallway.

“It has to be weird,” she says. “It has to be.”

You take another messy sip of water, wetting your lips more than anything. Then you nod.

“Has… anything happened?” she emphasises her point with a look up and down your body, her eyes lingering between your legs.

You kick at one of her feet. “God, Mina.” you scoff. “No. Did I not make it clear? He fucking hates me.”

“And… you hate him?”

You nod.

“You sure?” she questions.

You attempt to chug some more water. Most of it ends up down your dress. “Yes,” you grumble as you wipe at your dress uselessly. “He’s an asshole. He’s maybe the biggest fucking asshole I've ever known.”

Mina gives you a look. A really fucking annoying look. Like she knows. Would everyone stop thinking they fucking know.

You pull yourself up on your feet, a little less steady and graceful than you’d prefer. But you make it upright. Mina joins you with only a little help—a clumsy tug to one of her arms.��

“You can hate someone and be attracted to them,” she says as you stand there in the middle of the hallway, cool water dripping down between your breasts.

“I…I know.”

She shoves your shoulder, almost sending you back into the wall. “I knew it!” she yells. “You’re fucking—”

You slam your hand over her mouth. “We are not. I am not. I got myself off and he happened to be… the face I was thinking of. That’s it. Okay?”

She nods and mumbles something into your palm. You release her.

“Are you okay?” she asks, swaying a little on her feet. It almost sobers you completely.

You had no idea.

“I can’t want him,” you say eventually. “I can’t.”

She must see something in your face because you find yourself tugged into her arms. It’s nice. “What do you need?” she asks as she strokes your hair.

“I don’t want… to want him.”

She takes a small step back and takes your face between her palms, holding you in front of her like a mother about to give her child a serious life lesson. “I saw a very pretty man in a tight black shirt earlier,” she says. “Would you like me to get him for you?”

You huff out a small breath of laughter. “No,” you say. “Thank you anyway.”

“You sure? Maybe you’re just horny.”

You sigh, taking her hands from your face gently. “He’s my soulmate, Mina. I’m… fighting an uphill battle.”

“Or… you’re horny.” She raises her eyebrows and bats her eyelashes. “It might help.”

“If it doesn’t?”

She takes your hand. “I’ll text you everyday reminding you how much of a prick your hot soulmate is.”

“You’re a good friend.”

She smiles. “Let me show you the pretty man in the black shirt.”

—

It’s a mistake.

From the moment he kisses you, it’s wrong. It’s a pair of lips and they’re warm and wet and attached to a very pretty man but… that’s it. It’s nothing.

You must be fucked in the head. A masochist. You want pain and hurt and suffering. The pretty man in the black shirt had been nothing but kind and sweet and pretty. You don’t want him.

Still, you don’t stop it until he’s cupping your tits in his large hands. You don’t know why. It’d be easier to keep going, to pretend this is what you want—to pretend the man you want touching you isn’t at home with a cat in his lap. It’s tears that finally signal to the man pressing you into the wall that this is a mistake. It’s embarrassing and awkward and Hyunjin asks no questions when you find him shortly afterwards and ask him meekly if you can go home now.

It’s only when you’re tucked under your covers an hour later that you confess. Hyunjin crawls in beside you. He doesn’t ask. He just waits.

“I tried to sleep with someone.”

It’s too dark to see his reaction. You’re grateful.

“It didn’t go well?”

“No,” you whisper.

“Why?”

“He wasn’t him.”

He wraps himself around you, tugging your face into his chest. It can’t be more than a minute before the tears come. You promised yourself you wouldn’t do this—you wouldn’t make Hyunjin carry any of this anymore. It wasn’t fair. It’s not fair. It’s not fair. It’s not—

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I shouldn’t—I told him to sign up. I’m sorry.”

You shove yourself backwards, pressing your hands onto his chest to keep distance between you. “What?”

“I forced him into this. You wouldn’t… be dealing with this—with him. I—”

“Stop. Please stop. You can’t… seriously be blaming… yourself right now? You can’t. That’s not what’s happening.”

He’s quiet.

“Jinnie,” you whisper between shaky breaths, “You’re breaking my heart.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

“I don’t regret it,” you murmur into his chest. “I don’t. I’m so grateful you made him sign up for that stupid app. I found you. You’re so, so worth it.”

He lets out a shaky breath as his arms wrap around you.

—

“I’ll be down in a minute,” Minho says as Hyunjin waits at the door with his towel draped over his shoulder.

Hyunjin nods and then he’s gone. A sense of foreboding falls over you before the door even closes behind him. You’re alone with Minho.

“Can we… talk for a second?” he says, confirming your fears.

You place your spoon down slowly, contemplating just making a run for it. “Sure,” you say instead.

He clears his throat as he takes a small step towards you. “I just… I wanted to check that I haven't done anything recently… to hurt you.”

“Recently?”

It’s a low blow and not as satisfying as it should be. His shoulders drop and you watch as his towel drags on the floor as his arms hang at his sides. “Yeah,” he says.

“No.”

“I thought… I thought we were… getting along. Or better at least.”

You wish you weren’t having this conversation right now, with his shirt off and his arms out. God his fucking arms.

“We are. I’ve… been dealing with some things. I’m sorry if I've been distant.”

“Some things?”

“Personal things.”

None of your business things. You didn’t want me.

He blinks. “Right. Yeah. I uh… I just thought maybe you’d prefer I didn’t come to the pool. I know you liked it.”

He’s offering to stop, to leave the pool sessions with Hyunjin to you. It should be easy to agree to his offer. But you can’t avoid him forever. Exposure therapy, you tell yourself. The more you see him… exposed, the less you’ll care. You sigh.

“Would you… wait for me to change? I’ll come.”

You can’t help noticing the way he perks up a little. “Yeah, yeah I’ll wait,” he says.

You find yourself alone in the shallow end, watching as Hyunjin guides Minho out into the deep. They’d made some progress in your absence. Minho could almost make it to the other end unaided. You've known how to swim for as long as you can remember. It’s instinctual now. It’s hard to imagine what’d it be like to be unable to swim; to not be able to keep yourself above the surface… to sink.

You lift your feet off the bottom and tuck your knees to your chest, letting yourself sink down under the water. It’s quiet; dulled. Apart from the muted sounds of the others moving at the other end of the pool, there’s nothing.

It feels like yesterday, when you’d found yourself alone in the waves—heavy storm clouds overhead. The smell of the ocean mixing with the freshness of the incoming storm. The small group on the beach looked so far away as you made your way out of the water, your arms wrapped around yourself to shield from the chill. It was the start, the first moment you’d felt it. It was dark and cold, the heavy weight in your chest. It existed to remind you that even when you were surrounded by people, you were alone. You’d managed to ignore it a little in recent years, with Mina around so much. But then you’d been abandoned, by your ex, by Mina, by Minho.

You were unwanted.

A hand wraps around your bicep and tugs, hard enough to hurt.

“—fuck are you doing?”

Minho’s voice is the first thing you hear when you surface. You gasp as you shove your hair from your face, only realising as the oxygen floods into your lungs how much they were burning. You blink as you catch your breath. Then his tone of voice sinks in along with his grip on your arm.

“What—”

“What are you doing?” he says again, cutting you off.

Your brows furrow. “Let me go.”

He blinks and then releases you. You watch as his eyes widen a little and then he’s taking a large step back until he’s pressed to the edge of the pool. You suck in a breath—to say what exactly, you aren’t sure.

“You alright?” Hyunjin says, interrupting you before you can find out.

“I’m fine.”

“You were under for a while. We thought—”

“I’m fine,” you insist, suddenly embarrassed—by the situation but mostly by the self pitying thoughts you’d let yourself be consumed by. They couldn’t know, you knew they didn’t know but the embarrassment bubbles up nevertheless.

Hyunjin stands there, a comforting hand on your shoulder, looking at you like he cares.

Because he does.

You weren’t alone. He’d suffered so much more than you ever had and here he was, warm and kind and caring. You paint a small smile on your face and step into his arms. “Sorry,” you mumble. “I… didn’t realise.”

“Just don’t forget to breathe,” he mumbles back. “Please.”

—

Mina had been diagnosed with Celiac Disease three years into your friendship. She couldn’t eat gluten ever again, she’d explained to you. No bread. No pasta. Your favourite ice cream was even off limits. They snuck that shit into everything you had both come to realise. Still, she stuck to it. Even when she was piss drunk on a night out she’d remember to ask the bartender exactly what was in each drink. The thing that amazed you the most was her ability to turn down cheesecake. It was your shared kryptonite. You’d both taken countless midnight trips to the convenience store just to satisfy your all consuming craving for cheesecake. She’d cried the day you’d both tentatively read the ingredients label only to discover the dooming words in bold print ‘Contains Wheat’. She never touched it again.

You’re reminded now—as you sit quietly on the edge of the pool—what Mina had said when you’d asked her how she did it; how she managed to resist the cheesecake. “Because I have to,” she’d said. As simple as that. “It’s off limits. I’ve crossed it out as an option. I can’t eat cheesecake like I can jump out of a plane without a parachute. It’s not an option.”

You watch as Minho stretches his arms above his head. Shirtless and wet. He shivers a little. You imagine if you were closer you might be able to see the warm droplets making a slow path down his skin and into the water.

Then you blink.

It seems to click after that. He’s there. He’s beautiful. He’s dangerous. He's convenience store cheesecake… and he’s jumping from a plane without a parachute.

It makes it almost easy.

You can spend more time with him this way. It seems to take him a little off guard at first. He’s almost awkward. Then he settles. It works so well you wish you could go back in time and slap yourself for not realising it sooner. Treat him like he’s anyone—no one. Not an option.

You’re a genius.

“How much further?” Minho asks as he steps around you and nudges you away from the curb with his shoulder. The first car in five minutes passes you both a few seconds later. It’s late. So late the streets are nearly empty.

“If you ask me that again I’ll push you into traffic.”

“Well ‘not much’ doesn’t mean anything. You said ‘not much’ half an hour ago.”

“Don’t be dramatic.”

“I’m not dramatic.”

You huff out a short laugh. He grumbles something under his breath in response.

“There!” you shout, pointing across the street. “I knew I hadn’t missed it.”

“Hey!” he calls after you as you take off across the empty road.

It’s exactly as you’d seen it last, the small gap in the hedge. It was easy to miss. You had to be looking for it. Minho is a little out of breath as he joins you at the wall of foliage. He shoves the sleeves of his hoodie up to his elbows. You expect him to question you, to make a snarky comment about the wall of shrubbery you’d dragged him to in the very late hours of the night.

But he doesn’t.

You’re both quiet as you catch your breath. You’re silently hoping everything is exactly as you’d seen it last. You haven’t been here in years, not since long before Mina had found her soulmate. It was Hyunjin you’d thought you’d be bringing here. Never Minho. But then, you’d never imagined yourself getting along as well as you had been over the past month. The suggestion to come here had slipped out of your mouth before you’d even taken a moment to think about it.

You were both awake late. Both sitting around with not much to do. “Wanna go for a walk?” you’d asked.

“Where?”

“There’s a place nearby… I haven't been there in a long time. It’s nice.”

“Alright,” he’d said. Simple as that.

You step forward into the hedge, pushing the branches aside as you go. Minho reaches in behind you, holding a few back before they can snap back into you.

“It’s here.”

His breath tickles your neck as he leans over you. “A door?”

“A door,” you confirm with a smile, eyes fixed on the large wooden arch in the stone wall.

It’s a struggle to get it open. You both end up pushed up against it until finally, it gives. You manage to catch yourself as you stumble forward. Minho isn’t so lucky. He takes you down with him, falling into your back and sending you both crashing into the grass below.

You’re just grateful he manages to avoid landing on top of you. He just misses, landing hard just beside you. It only takes a moment for you both to recover from the shock of it. Then you’re laughing. You roll onto your back, laughing up to the star-littered sky.

“Did you bring me here to murder me?” Minho asks as he sits up. “Is that it?”

You look up at him from your bed of grass. “There are much easier ways to kill you.”

“You’ve thought about it have you?”

You smile sweetly as you give him a small nod in reply.

His eyes flick across your face as the corners of his lips curve up to mirror yours. “Why did you bring me here then?”

It’s a good question. One you’re not sure how to answer. So you don’t. Instead you pull yourself to your feet and take in your surroundings. It’s just how you remember it, your garden. It’s as dense as a forest with a small path winding through the bushes of flowers and towering trees. It’s lit by soft yellow lights scattered through the shrubbery and along the path. It’s only because you’ve been here before that you know where the winding path leads. A large tree at the centre, with a swing hanging down from one of its thick branches. You have no idea who tends to it all. The whole garden is well-kept. You’re unaware of any other entry point. It’s not something you want to know. Magic is better when you don’t know its secrets.

“Is this… someone’s garden?” Minho asks, standing beside you now. “Are we trespassing?”

“Dunno,” you say with a shrug. “I’ve never seen anyone else here.”

He takes a small step forward, seemingly in awe. You can’t help smiling a little at his reaction. It feels like yours, this garden. It only deserves awe.

The smells are the best part. It’s different at night. The fresh midnight air mixed with the fragrance of the flowers. How can anything be wrong in the world when a place this soft exists?

Minho is quiet as you both wander down the spiralling path. He’s tugged his sleeves back down and his hands hang by his sides. You can almost feel the warmth radiating from him as his fingers swing past yours. Yours are practically ice cold.

“Has Hyunjin been here?” Minho asks.

Hearing a voice almost feels wrong now. A disruption to the perfect serenity.

“I’ve only ever been here with Mina.”

The fresh breeze picks up for a moment, rustling through the leaves above you. “How’d you find it?”

“Her brother,” you say as you tug your sleeves down over your frigid fingers. “He brought her here. I don’t know how he found it.”

“Mysterious.”

You hum. “Doesn’t it make it so much better? The magic of it all. It’s like stepping out of reality.”

“Is reality so bad?”

You kick a stray rock. “Sometimes.”

They’ve been rare recently: the reminders. He’s someone who caused you pain, who worsened your self-doubt and anxieties. You haven't forgiven him. He hadn’t been redeemed.

You shove it all down again.

“Guess where this leads.”

He shoves his hands in his hoodie pocket, the small pouch at the front offering him warmth you highly doubt he needed. He runs warm, you’ve come to learn. You were incredibly jealous. “It leads somewhere?” he asks.

“Mhm. Guess.”

“Do I get a prize for getting it right?”

“No.”

“It leads to hell.”

A short burst of laughter escapes your lips. “What?”

“You did bring me here to murder me after all. I’m being lulled… hypnotised by this spiralling path before you push me down an empty well in the centre.”

You pause. He pauses too, turning to look at you.

“You’re weird.”

“Am I?” he says with a small tilt of his head.

God, how you wish you had more self control. Then you could prevent your lips curving up into an amused smile. He reacts exactly how you expect. He smiles back.

By the time you reach the centre, you’re half convinced he’s right. The spiralling pathway seems to have worked to lull you into some sort of strange spellbound state where you’re enjoying Minho’s company. You tolerate him usually, a neutral sort of company that you can find in most anyone you’re forced to share space with. Or, you’d thought it had been neutral. In this garden there’s no distraction, nothing you can use to convince yourself you’re not finding joy in his company in its own right. You wonder how long you’ve been in denial.

It’s an uncomfortable thought that is happily disrupted by the centrepiece of your garden. The giant oak towers above the rest of the vegetation. You imagine it being here long before the wall was ever built to enclose her in. A swing hangs from one of her thickest branches, swaying in the gentle breeze. In a different garden the whole atmosphere might induce fear, an unsettling feeling. But not your garden. She’s good, soft, and welcoming. There are no ‘deep empty wells to hell’ in your garden.

Minho leans against the trunk of the great oak as you rock back and forth on the swing—keeping your feet on the ground. He’s a comforting presence, you realise. You thought you might regret bringing him here, that he might taint your memories of this place.

“Why haven’t you brought Hyunjin here?”

“I haven’t brought anyone here.”

He readjusts his position against the tree. “Except me.”

“Don’t let it go to your head. I didn’t… think about it. I haven’t been here in a long time.”

“Why?” he asks after a short pause.

You shrug. “I don’t know. No reason I guess.”

“You do.”

“What?”

“You do know. You always have a reason.”

You watch him sink to the ground with his knees bent and his back against the trunk. He looks so comfortable, like he’s been here a million times before.

“I always have a reason?”

He nods. He doesn’t offer any elaboration.

You can’t help frowning a little, confused by his apparent insistence that he knew something about you that you didn’t. He knew something… about you. You shuffle in the swing, suddenly a little uncomfortable.

“I wasn’t ready.”

He waits for you to continue, seemingly completely relaxed.

“I was always happy here,” you continue. “This place is… it’s happy. It’s outside of reality and it’s magic and it’s—” you suck in a deep breath before letting it out slowly, emptying your lungs. Minho waits. “I didn’t want to taint it with… all of my shit. If I started coming here when I was sad, that’s what it would be: my sad place.”

“That makes sense.”

You look up at him, finding him still looking entirely at home beneath your oak tree. “It does?”

He nods with a small hum. “You’re good at that.”

“At what?”

“Knowing yourself, your… feelings.”

It’s a strange compliment. You’re not sure what to make of it. You’re not even sure it’s true.

“Are you not?” you question. “Good at that.”

He drops one of his knees, leaving one leg bent and the other stretched out in front of him. “No,” he says simply. “I’m not.”

“You’re good with Hyunjin’s feelings. He told me about what you did. Taking him to Europe after—”

“That was nothing,” he intejects. “It was… an attempt to distract him. That’s it.”

You’re walking on a tightrope. One wrong word and this all goes to shit. The last thing you want is to spark an argument in the middle of your garden. But this is what you did, you and Minho. You had these conversations in odd hours of the night.

“I think… you’re cutting yourself short. You… You held him together. You showed him happy places, like this.” You’ve stopped swinging now, the movement feels dangerous. “I can’t imagine it. It must have been—”

“I thought he might die.”

You hold your breath.

“He just fell apart,” he continues. “He wouldn’t eat. He hardly drank anything. He just slept and cried.”

It’s hard to think about. Hyunjin’s tears terrified you. Just the thought of him being in pain cut so deep inside you, you almost wished you didn’t care about him at all.

“I could feel it,” he says, voice so low it’s only the stillness of your garden that allows you to hear him at all. “I could feel what he felt. It just… seeped out of him. He hadn’t even met her and he was so…” He sucks in a shallow breath. “I just needed to distract him.”

“You’re a good friend, Minho.”

He smiles at you. A sad smile. One you’ve never seen before. “Am I?”

“You loved him when he needed it most. You… held him up until he could stand on his own.”

His brows draw together as he looks at you, a heavy look filled with nothing you recognise. You can see his thoughts swirling, spiralling somewhere you clearly weren’t allowed to go. It’s only when he looks like he might cry that you stand abruptly from the swing. This wasn’t a sad place.

“Your turn,” you say, gesturing to the empty seat.

He blinks, unmoving. You march over and grab his hand from his knee, giving him a hard tug. “Up,” you command, taking note of his warm hand. Always warm. He complies, letting you drag him to his feet and push him gently towards the swing.

You’re both quiet for a minute or two as you give him a head start, pushing him gently each time he swings back to meet you.

“I haven’t been on a swing since… I don’t even remember.”

He sounds lighter now, like the cool breeze has swept away some of the darkness with each swing. You’re surprised to find you care. That the thought of him recovering from sadness settles some anxiety deep in your chest you hadn’t noticed was there.

“Minho?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry if I made things harder for you. For both of you.”

He stops the swing abruptly, his feet planted in the grass. You stand behind him. He’s completely still for just long enough to make your stomach drop completely. You’ve fucked up.

Then he stands and turns to face you, the swing separating you both. He grips each rope, holding the swing still. “What?” he says.

You can’t take it back. “I said I’m sor—”

“I heard you,” he interrupts. “I just don’t understand why you would say that.”

“I caused… a lot of distress to you both. I’m just s—”

“Don’t. Don’t say it again.”

He seems almost angry. Please, please don’t ruin this place, you silently plead.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. Nothing. You don’t apologise to me. You never—” He cuts himself off before closing his eyes and breathing deeply. When he opens them again he’s much calmer, the intensity mostly gone as his grip on the ropes relaxes. “You did nothing wrong. You’re fine. Okay?”

All you can do is nod. You’re fine.

He takes a small step back. “Your turn,” he says.

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hi hi, i enjoy reading your content so much that I wanted to make a request! A Lee Know Fluff inspired by this song “Take A Chance With Me” by NIKI. It can literally be a drabble, one shot, series or whatever pleases you! thanks again <3

hi i'm so sorry i disappeared for like, so long? idk honestly, so i have no idea when you posted this, or if you even still want it lol. i finally have some free time AND i'm feeling creative again so that's fun! anyways hope you like this, i did it in like an hour and a half and its barely proofread, i hope u love it tho <3

Take A Chance With Me - Lee Know x Reader

pairing: Lee Know x gn!Reader

tags: non-idol AU, fluff, tiny amount of angst if you squint?, lee know is a goofy guy i guess

wc: 891

Being in love with Minho was hard. Unfortunately, it was a hardship you had been dealing with for a while now. He was everything to you, your best friend, your soulmate even, although he would always say that soulmates don’t actually call each other that.

The moment you finally realised you were in love with Lee Minho, the two of you were nursing hangovers, a bowl of sundaeguk steaming your face. You had both finally graduated from University, the same place you had met almost 4 years ago. He had finally introduced himself to you after sitting next to you every Tuesday at 9am, after the professor had introduced the fact that group work was required for a project. You hadn’t even heard him speak up until that point, you were kinda beginning to think that was a figment of your imagination until he spoke.

A year later he told you that he decided to sit next to you because you were the first person who seemed ‘normal’ when he first entered and looked around the room. This confession, of course, had the two of you in fits of giggles at how neither of you turned out to be normal. You had realised you both shared a passion for dance despite your degree studying computer science and had even attended each other's dance showcases and competitions, watching him dance was like nothing else. The way he moved with such practiced precision was so captivating, that it was almost impossible to ever look away.

Beyond that, he was the kindest person you knew. He cared in ways that you had never expected of him. When your boyfriend cheated on you in the summer between years 2 and 3, he showed up to your apartment with kind words and snacks, and he did your dishes for you and even ironed your shirt for work the next day so that you could cry.

Back to the sundaeguk. It was still steaming.

The glint in his eye as he threw his head back giggling at some stupid joke you made you realise. It made you realise a lot of things actually.

“What happens now?” you ask.

“I don’t know about you but I’m gonna eat this,” he says pointing at his bowl with the chopsticks in his hand.

“No, I mean, now that we’ve graduated.”

He stops mid sausage-to-mouth and blinks at you.

“We get… jobs, I guess.” The sausage reaches his mouth. You laugh. You let the moment pass.

A month later you’re at a party, he asked you to be his plus one to the after-party of one of his dance shows and you’re talking to one of the other members of the choreography team. She tells you how Minho talks about you and has such admiration for you. When Minho waves at you from across the room, she asks you how you’re not dating. You manage to ramble off something about just being close friends but even you don’t fully believe it. You don’t want this night to end the way it always did. He walks you home, you hold his arm, you let go, and you both say good night.

You watch him from across the room, the room blaring with music, the sound of voices almost competing. He’s beautiful, you know that, everyone who has ever met him knows that. He’s talking to a friend, one you vaguely recognise, and you feel a pang in your chest, a feeling of impending doom. There’s a fear in your heart that something will take him from you, a job, a person, you don’t know, but you need him to stay with you. You need him.

You finish the drink in your hand and put the empty glass back on the table. You excuse yourself from the group and walk over to him. He notices you and his smile grows wide.

“Hey! I was just talking about you.” He’s grinning as he says it.

“Only good things I hope.” You raise your eyebrows.

“Of course.”

“Can I talk to you for a second?” you turn a little more serious for a moment. He excuses himself from his friend and the two of you walk outside into the quiet of the night, the cool summer air refreshing.

“Are you okay?” he asks, a hint of concern showing in his eyes.

“Yeah, I was just thinking about things.” you sigh.

“Oh, that’s never good.”

“I was thinking about you, dumbass.” You roll your eyes.

“Okay, now I’m interested,” he smirks.

You pause as you look at him. You spare a moment thinking of what to say, and how he’ll react, will he accept or reject you? You don’t know. The only thing you do know is Lee Minho, you know him as if you are him, as if you’re connected somehow. You feel like this is already written for you.

“I love you,” you say. He blinks.

“I love you too.”

“No, like, I love you Minho. More than just besties.”

“But if we date, who will be my bestie?” Of course, he jokes. Of course, you laugh.

“You’d have to find a new one.” You giggle.

“Well, looks like I’ll have to get started then.” He leans into you. “I wasn’t kidding,” he says in a softer, quieter voice. “I do love you.”

Being in love with Minho was suddenly so easy, but it always was.

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tr0p1cal · 3 months ago

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cats got your tongue smau

twenty one - why were you there?🖍️

➤ finding a cat in the alley beside the Star was not how you expected to end the worst day of your life, but maybe it’s just what you need to bring a little light back in on a gloomy day.

general warnings: sexual themes and language, cussing, mentions and consumption of alcohol, mentions of cheating and toxic relationships, kys/kms jokes

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chapter warnings: mentioned assault, hospitals, concussion and sprained ankle. honestly it’s mostly just cute, but also kind rough. Let me know if I missed something

w/c: 2.6k

The lights in the ceiling above shined brightly down on you as your eyes slowly blinked open. You glanced around, realizing you were in a hospital room. As you slowly sat up, all you could remember was Mingi. You were in the bathroom washing your hands when suddenly you were hit over the head with something hard. After that, you remembered waking up briefly to see Mingi, your shitty ex boyfriend.

You heard shuffling next to you so you looked down, seeing your roommate stirring slightly in his sleep as he clutched onto your hand like it was his life line. “Minho?” You said, voice horse as the word passed your lips.

Just then, the door pushed open and in came your two best friends, coffees in hand. At the sight of you, Jeongin gasped, almost dropping his drink. “Rain!” He exclaimed, waking up the boy laying on the edge of your hospital bed as he ran to your side.

You looked at him in shock, “Wow, calm down Innie, it’s not like I’m dying or anything.” You said lightheartedly as you gently moved your opposite hand to pat his head since he kneeled down next to your bed. Minho gripped your hand impossibly tighter and he sat up and rubbed his eyes with his free hand. Seungmin handed Minho the extra coffee and he thanked him quietly.

“Are you feeling okay? When did you wake up?” Jeongin asked, ignoring your remark.

“My head hurts a bit and I feel a little nauseous, but other than that I feel fine.” You glanced around the room, trying to recall the event that lead you here, but unable to remember anything after washing your hands in the auditorium bathroom. “Um…” you hesitated, feeling a bit embarrassed that you didn’t remember how you had gotten there. “What happed?” As the question came out, the three shared a look. You couldn’t decipher the emotions swirling in their eyes as they looked back at you.

“Rain.. you were attacked. I think you might have a clue as to who could have done it.” Seungmin said and again, Mingi shot to the front of your mind. He was there in the bathroom with you. Did he really act on his threat? Did he and his gang try to forcefully take you back in with them? Question after question flooded your head and the room felt like it was spinning. Everything felt so fuzzy, why couldn’t you remember? And god, why were the lights so blindingly bright all of the sudden?

You felt a thumb gently run over your knuckles, silencing all the noise and chaos. You looked up, eyes meeting Minhos for the first time, but he adverted his gaze, choosing to look at his hand in yours instead of meeting you eyes. He looked exhausted from the brief look at his face you got. The dark bags indicating he probably wasn’t asleep for long before he was woken up. You’re sure it wasn’t comfortable sleep either if he was in the position you found him in the whole time. You shook your head, trying to get yourself back to the conversation.

“How long was I out for?” You asked quietly.

“Two days,” Jeongin said with a sigh, pushing his hair out of his face and standing up.

“Two days?!” You exclaimed, grabbing your head as it started acing from the loud noise you’d made. “Ah fuck, my head,” you hissed.

Before you could ask more questions, the door swing open once more and in walked Song Mingi followed by who you could only assume to be the doctor watching over you.

“Hello, I’m doctor Baek. Good to see you’re awake Mx. L/n. Can you tell me what you remember?”

You looked passed the Doctor, not even processing what he said to you as you stared at Mingi. Why was he here so casually? Wasn’t he the one how hurt you? What’s with the black eye? You defintely didn’t remember hitting him. And why did the boys not even blink at his presence? “Mingi?” You asked meekly. “What- what are you doing here? What Happened? All I can remember is washing my hands in the bathroom and then getting hit on the back of the head with something hard. After that I remember coming in and out and seeing your face staring down at me as I laid on the floor,” you said, confusion laced in every word as you spoke.

All eyes went to Mingi and he stared right at you, relaxed and his hands casually in his pockets. He didn’t look like a guilty party, but why else would he be there? “I was there, you’re right,” he said, stepping forward a little. “You were attacked by the gang that was dealing around campus after they found out you’re the one that outed them,” Mingi said easily, like it wasn’t one of the biggest secrets you kept from your friends. Your eyes widened at his words. How would they have figured out you were a double agent? What did Mingi have to do with it to be there at the scene.

You gulped, glancing to see your friends reactions, but you figured they must have already heard Mingi’s story before you had woken up. You sighed, rubbing your temples since your head was still pounding. “Why were you there?” You asked, genuinely confused as to how he played into it.

“I heard about it and went to try to stop them, but didn’t make it in time. I’m sorry for that, but once I got there and got it sorted, I brought you here to make sure you were alright,” he stated, and you just sat quietly, taking it all in. You were really targeted by a lousy college drug circle and they pulled one over on you. You were frustrated you didn’t see them coming and needed Mingi to save you. You were usually more than capable of fighting for yourself, so knowing someone like him ended up saving you, made you feel even more sick.

“Fucking assholes,” you groaned, pushing your hair out of your face. “Well, I guess you know why I was M.I.A. for a while there. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, Innie. I didn’t want you to worry,” you said the last part softer, locking eyes with your best friend, your brother. He sighed and pulled you into a hug, your face buried in his chest.

Doctor Baek cleared his throat, causing you to peek out from Jeongins hold. “If it’s alright with you, we need to do a few tests now that you’re awake. We’re pretty sure you have a concussion and a sprained ankle, but the concussion in the main worry,” he stated.

You nodded and pulled away from Jeongin, glancing once more at Minho, who still hadn’t said a word. You never understood what went on in that pretty little head of his and now was no different. “Yeah, whatever you need, sir.”

The next days were nothing short of boring. Minho barely left your side, even after hours of begging him to take care of himself and go home to get a good nights rest. He refused to leave your side again. You thought maybe he felt guilty for what had happened to you, so you constantly reassured him you were fine and nothing serious was wrong.

“Min…” you said quietly, moving your hand to ruffle his hair. “Do you want to lay with me for a bit? You need to genuinely rest and since you won’t even go to the couch, just come lay with me,” you offered, moving to the other side to make some room on the small bed.

He looked up at you and nodded, half asleep. You were glad he didn’t decide to argue. As he crawled into the bed, and you opened your arms, inviting him into your embrace. Once he was settled in, you rubbed his back comfortingly, trying to coax him to sleep. “I just wish I could’ve protected you,” Minho said softly.

You smiled at the sentiment. “There was nothing that could be done about it, so don’t dwell on what happened, okay?” He nodded and you could hear his breath getting lighter as he nestled into your neck, drifting off to sleep. You smiled as you played with his hair and scratched his back. You wished you could be close like this more often, but you tried not to think too much about that desire.

As the morning light shined through the hospital windows, you woke up to the smell of fresh coffee and hushed voices. You opened your eyes, gently rubbing the sleep away. The weight of your roommate was still present as he slept soundly, partially on top of you. You couldn’t help the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth as you looked at the boy.

“Ooo, Rainy and Minho look comfy, don’t they?” You heard the teasing voice of Jeongin as he sat across the room. Your head shot up to look at him and you noticed he and Seungmin had brought you breakfast. You smiled as the stood to hand it to you.

“Oh my god you’re life savers. I think I will die if I eat anymore hospital food,” you whined quietly as to not disturb your personal weighted blanket.

“Are you excited to get discharged today? Since all your tests and scans are clear, you’re good to go. Just be mindful of the sun and bright lights in general,” Seungmin spoke, handing you a coffee. You took it with an excited grin, sipping it and letting out a happy sigh.

You nodded, looking between the boys. “More than ready. Even if I can’t walk because of this stupid ankle, and the sun is my number one enemy right now,” you joked, slowly sitting up a little.

“Okay, but really,” Jeongin started, pointing between you and Minho. “What’s up with this huh? Breaking your own rules already?” He teased with a mischievous grin. “Oh and don’t worry, I got plenty of good pictures for you two love birds,” he teased more as he winked.

You couldn’t hold in your laugh, effectively causing the boy resting on you to stir, starting to wake up. “Shut up Innie, it’s not like that, I just felt bad that he was staying with me this whole time and hadn’t been able to sleep properly,” you said with a sigh, trying to control the blush threatening to tint your cheeks. You unconsciously started playing with his hair again to sooth him back to sleep. The action didn’t go unnoticed by Jeongin and Seungmin though, so they had to tease you about it a little. “Yeah right, you’re literally petting his head like a cat and you want us to believe you don’t have even a tiny crush on him?” You rolled your eyes at the remark, but part of you knew it might have some truth behind it. You did like Minho, in more than just a roommate type of way, but how could you ever admit that?

“I..” You sighed, trying to find the right words to defend yourself. “It’s not like that, okay? Even if I did like him, why would he ever like me?”

Jeongin dead panned at your words. “He would be lucky to have a chance to be with you, Rain. I know you don’t see it, but you’re amazing and deserve the world and more.” He looked between you and Minho a few times. “And you’re crazy to think he’s not madly in love with you by now. He hasn’t left your side since he got here and he can’t go even an hour without physically touching you.” Again, a smiled threatened to pull at the corners of your mouth at his words. He had a point, but who were you to assume anything. It wasn’t worth the risk of losing him all together.

What you and your two best friends didn’t know was that Minho was awake the whole time, quietly listening. His face heated up as Jeongin spoke about his obvious crush. He debated looking up at you and telling you how he felt right then and there, but it wasn’t really the way he had been imagining it would go, so instead he decided to act like he was slowly waking up, even if it meant losing the closeness he longed for. He groaned softly as he rolled over, looking up at you from where he laid, sleep still present on his features. “Wow, this is the second time I’ve woken up in your arms this week. We could make it three when we go home tonight,” he teased with a sleepy grin taking over his face.

You looked at him and let out a short laugh. “Yeah, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you liked sleeping in my arms,” you teased back before glancing at your friends. They shot you a knowing look and you rolled your eyes, sipping the coffee they brought you.

“How’s your head today? Feeling any better? What about your ankle?” Seungmin decided to chime in to change the subject.

“Yeah, it’s not too bad yet, but it’s mostly when I try to get up, so I guess we’ll see what happens when I get up to leave,” you said with a shrug, still not really fazed by what happened to you and they couldn’t help but notice that, but chose to not mention it.

After chatting some more about how things have been for everyone over the past couple days, the door opens and Mingi walks in. Everyone looks at him, but all he sees is how Minho was cuddled up with you on your bed as you scratched his back absentmindedly. He raised a brow at you and you shot him a look to keep his mouth shut. He let out a chuckle as he stepped farther into the room. “Morning guys,” he said to the group before focusing in on you. “I got everything worked out with the doctors, so you’re all clear to leave after one last check up. The doc should be in here any time now,” he said as he leaned against the wall. He felt like he was punched in the gut from seeing you so close to someone else, but he also realized where he messed up and couldn’t go back to change that.

As if on command, Doctor Baek knocked and entered the room. “Good morning Mx. L/n. I just have a few things to check and then you’re free to leave,” he said as he stood at the edge of the bed. Minho decided it would be best to move, so he rolled out of the bed and back into his chair. You grabbed his hand as he moved without even thinking, seeking the comfort of his touch even though it was only absent for a moment.

The check up went smoothly and you were all set to leave. The boys packed up the little bit of stuff in the room and you all headed out, finally being able to go home.

“Let’s go home and actually get some solid sleep, cause I know you have to be exhausted,” you said, looking at Minho and he nodded. He looked worse than you and you had just been assaulted a few days ago. You turned to the others. “Wanna come over tonight for dinner?” You asked with a look they knew well, telling them they really didn’t have a choice.

You figured it was time to tell them the whole story.

a/n: this ended up longer than I thought, but also I might do a written one for the next one as well to get it all cleaned up.

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petrichor-idyllic · 2 years ago

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Hello, I loved your Minho stories and I want to make a request. Minho and female reader are in a dangerous situation and one of those saves the other and the one that's been saved kisses the others cheek as a thank you and the tension is like super high. Thank you♡♡

Ooo yesss finally I get to write some action! I've been waiting for this.

Also, I know it's not really fluff, but that was the only category I write that I could fit this in on my masterlist lmao.

HIDE AND SEEK

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Takes place before the arrival of Thomas.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, pure unbridled panic.

"Will you hurry your ass up?" Minho shouts from ahead of you, already irritated by your slower pace than him.

You're a Runner. Well, you're going to be a Runner. You're currently in your awkward training phase, which means that until you get good enough to run on your own, you're stuck with the grumpy and sarcastic Keeper.

Honestly, Minho was reluctant to agree to it. You're a girl- the only girl, and he's not exactly prepared to deal with you or your shit. So, when Alby put you forward to be a Runner after one of the boys got injured, Minho was quick to decline.

He figured you wouldn't be able to handle it but he was swiftly reminded by Newt about your first day.

It was definitely a Greenie day to be remembered. First, a girl shows up, shocking everyone.

And then you ran.

Unbelievably fast, grabbing the sides of the metal cage of the Box, hurling yourself up, and using the boys' momentary confusion to make your escape. It wasn't unusual for Greenies to run; there's actually an on-going inside joke about it.

What stunned them was when Gally caught you as he'd ran from another direction, and you socked him so hard in the jaw that the Med-jacks thought he'd broke it. It's a bit of a blur now, but you managed to take down three boys twice your size before Newt hit you in the head with a shovel.

You still have the scar.

Honestly, Minho wishes he would've been there to see it, but alas, he was not. Though the uproar he returned to was like no other.

Your fiery energy and impossibly high stamina is perfect for running the Maze, and Minho was forced to accept that.

"Hey!" He grinds to a halt, spinning around and snapping at you, "The shuck are ya doin'? We gotta move!"

You had stopped in front of one of the walls, examining the lettering under the ivy.

"There's words!"

"Yeah! I know, come on!"

You groan.

Minho is relentless. At first, you were thrilled you were getting some alone time with the very attractive Runner- but you quickly came to learn he's just as draining as any other boss you'd have.

"I'm just looking, man," you jog over to him, "what's the big deal? We're already ahead of schedule."

"That doesn't mean we can stop. I told you- we can never-"

"Yeah, yeah, 'never stop running'. I know, I know. Just lemme be curious for a second, a'ight?"

"We don't have time for that," he starts walking ahead, preparing himself to break into another sprint before actually doing it.

"Sure we do; it's kinda like the whole point of the gig," he raises his eyebrow, looking at you over his shoulder, "yanno? To be curious about the Maze?"

Minho doesn't even bother responding, probably because you're right, but he's never going to admit when he's wrong. He takes off running again, and you huff, grumbling to yourself that he doesn't have to be such a dick. But you still follow him without hesitation.

He turns another corner. Then another. And another.

Until he stops dead in his tracks. He stops so suddenly you nearly run straight into the back of him, just managing to slow in time.

"What are you doing?" You hiss, but he looks back at you, anger flashing in his eyes for a second before he presses a finger to his lips, telling you to shut up.

He then points ahead and you follow his finger, eyes widening at the sight.

Around the next corner, you can see the long, sectioned tail of a Griever. Its scorpion-inspired stinger on full display as you suck in a deep breath.

"Back up," he mumbles, his voice barely a whisper as you're frozen behind him, "slowly."

You nod feverishly, taking a step backwards. Suddenly, you've become his best student yet, ready to listen to anything and everything he tells you to do.

Minho follows suit, not letting the creature out of his sight, and you're preparing yourself to make a straight sprint back to the Glade. Maybe he was right- this Runner shit might not be for you.

"Okay," he basically hums, "once we're back round the corner, run for it."

"Sounds like a plan," you attempt to push out, but your knees are shaking as adrenaline makes your heartbeat jump into your ears.

You take another cautious step back and Minho is quick to follow.

Only for you to almost pass out from fear when a load mechanical screech shakes the walls of the Maze. You don't even get to see that the Griever has turned around, but judging by Minho's reaction, it had.

"Go! Go! Run!" You scramble slightly, your hands hitting the floor from how fast you spin around. Minho half catches you, even though you don't need him to. He pushes you forward, giving you an unnecessary but appreciated head start.

Minho is hot on your heels as you bolt through the Maze, allowing you to take the lead. Not that he has much choice.

"Minho!" You're suddenly overwhelmed with concern for the boy and you glance over your shoulder.

"Don't look back!" He yells, breath heavy and his footsteps hitting the solid floor that echos through the walls. "Don't worry about me, alright? Just run!"

You caught a brief glimpse of the monstrosity hunting you down. It's surprisingly fleshy, its bulbous skin is shiny, and multiple metal arms stick out aimlessly in multiple directions as small spikes cover its slimey body.

You'll be seeing that in your nightmares.

You're fast to turn another corner, nearly tripping over some vines- 'breadcrumbs' as Minho calls them -that you'd cut off of the wall earlier.

"Hey, watch out for-" you have no time to fully warn Minho as his foot catches on the severed plant, his body tumbling to the floor.

You stop immediately, your companion taking forefront in your list of concerns as you run towards him. He's quick to get back on his feet, your grasping hands doing very little to actually help him.

"Come on! Come on!" You shout as Minho finds his feet again.

The Griever is closer now, the clicking and whirring noises are far too close for comfort as you start running again. It's right behind you as it suddenly dives forward.

It bumps against Minho, knocking him down and colliding with you, forcing you onto the floor as you roll a few feet, groaning.

The creature is quick to get on top of you. It's metal spider legs trap you in place as it's gross, dripping mouth opens, letting out a terrifying scream that sounds like a mix of animal and machine.

You cry out in response as it lifts its tail, holding the pointed syringe that's attached above your head. It's almost teasing you, like it enjoys watching you squirm and scream for your life.

Out of nowhere, a rock hits the creature square in the head as Minho stands stunned, his chest rising as falling. The Griever lifts its face away from yours to face him, and he immediately backs away as it lets out another ferocious animalistic noise.

You take the opportunity to squeeze between its legs, just managing to slip through. Half-crawling, half-running, you rush to Minho.

He grabs you, yanking you up straight as you run back in the direction you just came from. The Griever is slow to react to this.

As you remember Minho saying; "they're dangerous bastards, but dumb as klunk."

You both take what you can get, the pure stress distracting both of you as Minho is still yet to let go of your hand.

"Come on," he's almost breathless, something you've never seen before, "I've got an idea."

You blindly follow him. Not that you have much choice as he's practically dragging you.

You're definitely not cut out for this type of work yet. Your sides burn as anaerobic reparation kicks in and the muscles in your legs feel like they're about to give in at any second.

You turn another corner, and Minho sharply pulls you to the right. He starts rummaging around the ivy, muttering to himself. "C'mon, c'mon!"

"What are you doing?" You snap, your voice breaking. He ignores you.

"Yes!" He pulls back a chunk of ivy to reveal a dip in the wall. It's small, less than a metre long and a few feet deep into the wall.

He steps into it, his back pressed to the side as he ushers you to join him. You pause for a second until the noises of the approaching amalgamation of horrors fills your ears.

He pulls you in with him, and you struggle to fit, your back against the other side and your front to his. He reaches out, pulling the ivy that falls back in place, covering you both back up.

The ivy acts as a blanket, light breaking in and reflecting off of Minho's face, which is beaded with sweat. You both hold your breath as you hear the creature cover the ground of the stretch of corridor.

You screw your eyes shut, only allowing yourself to open them once the shadow of the creature passes.

You look at Minho. His head is thrown back against the wall as his chest rises and falls, relief visibly washing over him.

Several minutes pass as you both will your bodies to calm down. Your body has turned to mush, and you're sure that if it weren't for Minho and the wall, you would've collapsed by now.

"Are you okay?" Your voice comes out as strained and scratchy. To your surprise, Minho scoffs.

"Are you?"

"Yeah," you pant out, "I think so."

"Not stung, are ya?"

"You didn't give it chance." He scoffs again. "How'd you know this was here?"

"I've run this thing every day since I can remember," he explains as you look at him, "I know these walls like the back of my hand."

It's impressive. It really is. What Minho's capable of is almost superhuman. The Maze is huge- you've run his routes with him for a couple of days, and that's just the parts he normally covers. This little crevice isn't even on his normal path, yet he knew almost exactly where it was.

Neither of you moved for a while, only now becoming aware of how close you are. Your chests are pushed together, and your faces are merely inches apart. The whole thing would be very hot if you hadn't just nearly fucking died.

"Alright, come on," Minho reaches out, pushing the leaves out of his way again and shuffling to fit out, trying his best not to push against you more than he has to.

Once out, he holds the plant in place as he jolts his head, gesturing you to join him, "We're good. It's clear."

You nod, also stepping out of your safe place, taking an anxious look either side. Just in case.

"We're going back to the Glade, right? 'Cause fuck continuing after that." He attempts to give you a smirk but it falls flat.

"Yeah, we're going back. When klunk like this happens, we normally call it a day. There's only so much I can take, too."

Neither of you have the energy to break into anything more than a jog, but time is on your side, so it's not a problem. You also want to save your remaining energy for another potential Griever attack.

The events of what just happened flash before your eyes, and it doesn't take a genius to realise you'd be dead if it weren't for the boy. You trail behind again but he doesn't shout at you this time.

You're not as used to dealing with this as he is, after all.

As the Glade slowly approaches, your new feelings of appreciation run strong as the experience slowly starts to sink in.

You owe Minho your life- you owe him everything. If he didn't think fast and throw that rock, you would've been stung. Or worse. You shiver at the thought.

But that doesn't stop you from picking up pace slightly, catching up to him. Delicately, you touch his wrist. You know you're safe here- Grievers don't come this close to the Glade in the day.

"Hey, Minho," he glances at his wrist and then up to your face.

"Yeah?" Your words fail you for a second. Even in his disheleved state, he still looks pretty, and the way he's looking at you right now could make you melt. He seems softer than before, almost like he's coming to terms with what's happened himself.

Instead of speaking, you stand on your tiptoes, leaning in and planting a kiss on his cheek.

You pull away, examining his face. The harmless gesture has made Minho's face red. Well, redder, at least, as blush dusts his tanned skin.

"Thank you," you whisper, your faces almost as close as when you were hiding in the wall.

"For what?" It's not cocky. He seems genuinely dumbfounded at what you could possibly be appreciative of.

"For saving my life. Duh."

His eyes flicker to your lips, seemingly unintentionally as his body turns more towards you. The action makes butterflies form in your stomach, causing all the fatigue to evaporate from your aching muscles.

He leans in further and you don't move, your noses brushing for a second until you jolt backwards, startled as a voice reaches you from the Glade.

"The shuck are you shanks doing back here?" Alby's deep voice sounds like a frown, "It's not even lunch yet!"

Minho passes you one more look. A look that's full of an emotion you can't quite read.

"We nearly shuckin' died, you slinthead!" He shouts, stepping away from you and towards the Leader lingering at the Doors. "That's what!"

You're left standing in the corridor. You can hear Minho already start to bicker with the older boy, who seems more irritated than concerned for your well-being.

You can still feel the ghost of Minho's close presence lingering around you, causing another adrenaline spike. Your heart is pounding in your chest like it's trying to break free from your ribcage.

For the second time today.

This was genuinely so fun to write. I literally sat down and wrote it in one sitting. I really liked this promt and just knew I had to do it as soon as I saw it.

Requests are still open, and I hope you enjoyed :))

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farfromsugafanfic · 2 years ago

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Skz forgetting their s/o bday!

+ I enjoy your writing and felt like letting you know that you’re appreciated! Thank you!!

SKZ Reaction To Forgetting Their S/O's Birthday

Genre: light angst, fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: Thanks for the request!

Chan:

To be honest, I think it's unlikely that Chan forgets your birthday at all. He's good about those sorts of things and would set a calendar reminder just to make sure. If he did forget your birthday, it would likely be due to his schedule or overwork. Instead of making a huge gesture to beg your forgiveness, he'll simply show up with flowers, an apology, and your gift. It's so sincere that it's enough.

Minho:

He would think Felix was joking at first when he mentioned it was your birthday. When he realized that it wasn't a joke, he would immediately drop whatever he was doing to go get a last minute gift and come to your side. I think he would pretend like he remembered at first, but if you call him out on it, he'll admit it and apologize profusely. Ultimately, you'd get an extra cuddly and affectionate Minho which was rare, so it made up for it.

Changbin:

This poor man would absolutely hate himself. At first, he would isolate to collect himself and his thoughts. Early the next morning you'd wake up to dozens of flowers, a copious amount of your favorite snacks, and an apologetic Changbin. You'd spend the rest of the day watching movies and eating snacks. From then on, he'd set a reminder in his phone to ensure this never happened again.

Hyunjin:

Hyunjin would rely on you to remind him because he is hopeless at remembering birthdays other than his own and Kkami's. If he did end up forgetting it, depending on how much importance his partner puts on their birthday, he would sacrifice sleep to take them to dinner. If his partner didn't care too much for birthdays, he would give them their gift a few days late and apologize for missing it on the day.

Jisung:

Similar to Changbin, this man will beat himself up. He'll probably shyly apologize and practically beg with his eyes for you not to be mad. He would spend the next two to three days making it up to you. This may include bringing you your favorite boba, letting you pick takeout every night, and taking you for walks along the Han River. After letting him stew for a bit, you'd tell him that it really wasn't a big deal.

Felix:

Honestly, Felix would be surprised if he forgets his birthday. It would likely only happen if they were preparing for comeback or if he thought it was on a different day. Luckily, he ordered your gifts well in advance and so he is able to give them to you with an apologetic look that makes it impossible to be mad at him. Expect a soft Felix for a few days with lots of forehead kisses, playing with your fingers, and the sharing of a playlist of songs he wrote for you.

Seungmin:

He may not see it as a big deal at first because if you forgot his, he wouldn't care too much. However, if his nonchalance causes a fight, he would realize just how much your birthday meant to you. He'd take you out to a nice restaurant and take you shopping after to pick out anything you wanted. Back hugs, soft and shy compliments, and later he'd send a large text about how he's sorry and how much he loves you.

Jeongin:

Similar to Minho, he may try to joke about it, but for him, this is an awkward deflection tactic as he figures out what exactly he's going to do. When he realizes you're mad mad he'd leave to pick up some of your favorite things as well as the present he had actually gotten you months ago in preparation for your birthday. Still, he knew gifts couldn't totally make up for it, so he'd make sure to be extra gentle and eventually talk about it.

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emilyssky · 1 year ago

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Chapter 14: This Is Me Trying

PAIRING: Lee Know! X fem!reader

GENRE(S): college au, smut, angst

WARNINGS: Mentions of violence and abuse, depression, self harm, eating disorders etc.. mentions of blood, swearing, smoking, smut [ dirty talk, oral; giving and receiving, choking, spanking, praising, degradation, pet names, sometimes Minho is a dick :)

SUMMARY: "Do you remember what you told me the first time we met?"

"What?"

"You said; Always leave people a little better than you found them" he looked at the floor with a small smile for a few seconds and then his eyes found mine. "You really annoyed me when we first met. I envied your optimism and excitement for life. But each time I saw you, I felt a certain thrill. You made me angry, you made me laugh., you made me feel everything. Something about you made me feel a little more alive each time. I know I fucked up and I know I'm an asshole but I'm also brutally in love with you."

Author’s note: I didn't really have any time to edit this but I wanted to post it anyway <3 SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER !!!!!!!

I love Christmas. Ever since I was a kid Christmas meant the world to me and my mom, and under any circumstances, she made sure I had the best time every year. It does feel a little weird that she's not here with me, but looking around the living room, filled with all the people I adore, I feel like I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. Everyone is here. Changbin, Jisung, Jeongin, and Seungmin came late in the afternoon just as we had finished setting everything up. Felix and Emma cooked a variety of different foods and sweets, nothing too fancy but enough for a warm and cozy Christmas get-together between friends, while, Hyunjin, Chan, and I decorated the place by lighting up the fireplace, hanging a bunch of Christmas lights around the house, and doing everything that we could do in order to shower the house with the best Christmas vibe.

We are all hanging in the living room, drinking and enjoying the food while low Christmas music plays in the background. We talked and laughed, and when the games started I found myself laughing like I haven't had in a long time, and it made me realize that if I got lucky in one thing it's meeting these people. Sitting here, spread across the living, on the floor and couches like we have no problems or responsibilities, like our lives are sweet and easy, simply enjoying each other's company, this is more than enough for me.

He came late. He came after we had 4 bottles of wine, after many rounds of games, and after half of the food was gone. He entered the room and I was unable to focus on anything else, cause in my eyes he shined brighter than the Christmas lights around us. He wore a smile that didn't reach his eyes and gave an excuse for being late that I didn't bother listen, my eyes still taking him in. It's impossible not to notice the difference, something was up and I could tell just by looking at him. He greeted everyone, faking laughs and jokes before sitting down next to Jisung. Everyone went back to the previous conversation but my eyes stayed glued to him from my sitting position on the floor, noticing how his face dropped when the attention was taken off of him. His hands reached for the half-empty bottle of whiskey, purring himself a generous amount before leaning back on the couch. Jisung smiles, talking with the rest of them but I caught the way his hand touched Minho's, silently and gently.

The whole time, it felt like he was just watching us not really getting involved in any conversation, not really playing in any of the games, and barely interacting with anyone unless they talked to him first. He doesn't sing or dance when the karaoke battles begin, he just sits there, observing. His eyes are on me almost all of the time, not in any specific way, with no hint of anything behind them, he just looks at me as if he's watching a movie.

I, on the other hand, am having fun. This feeling that comes with the company of these people, resembles the one of having a family, which I never really got to experience, not thoroughly at least. It feels nice and I'm happy. I allow myself for once to not let my thoughts drown me and lead me into a place of guilt and self-hatred, a place I visit quite often during holidays and any time that's considered 'family time'. It hurts to replay the very few memories I have of the time when my family was happily together, when my dad wasn't an alcoholic or abusive, and when my brother was alive. Days like these always hurt a little more but tonight I feel a little lighter. I drink and I dance and I laugh fully aware that he's watching my every move. I don't care though cause all I care about right now is having fun with my friends.

As much as I try not to pay attention, my mind is racing, going through all the possible things that could be going through his head right now and all the possible reasons he looks so out of it. One of the things that's giving away that something is up is the fact that Jisung has been glued to his side the whole night. As he talks and drinks like all of us, his mind is still on Minho, making sure he's staying close to him or touching him in some way. Not that Minho acts any different, clinging to his side as well. If Jisung moves, his moves, if Jisung talks he talks. The amount of whiskey that he's been drinking didn't go unnoticed by me as well, drowning glass after glass, like it's water. I've been holding myself back the whole night, choosing to have fun instead of dedicating yet another night with my friends to chasing Minho around. But, I can't stop myself. Not when he's looking at me like that every chance he gets, his eyes silently begging me, pulling me in.

I lift myself off the ground, as the fighting between Changbin and Hyunjin about who won the last game continues. I feel Felix's hand touching mine, from his seating position.

"Where are you going?" He asks.

"Just getting some water, you want anything from the kitchen?"

"Oh, no, I'm okay." He lets me go.

His eyes are on me again, following me as I circle the couch to go to the kitchen. He's sitting in the corner of the couch, his hand with the glass of whiskey tight between his fingers, resting against the arm of the couch. As I'm walking past him, I let my fingers brush against his arm, in a smooth way, just for a few seconds before walking into the kitchen.

I leaned into the counter, my hands crossed in front of my chest, waiting and anxiously biting the nail of my thumb. Precisely 23 seconds later, he walks into the kitchen. He moves slowly, hands in his pocket and head hanging low. He stops a few feet away from me and lifts his eyes to meet mine.

I lower my hand from my mouth, my heart tightening at the way he looks at me. "What's wrong?" I dare to whisper and it's like my words break something inside him.

His shoulders fall, the muscles in his jaw tightening. "One of your hugs would be good right now."

I open my arms immediately, not thinking about anything, or anyone else. He takes 3 big steps and throws his body on mine, burning his face in my neck and holding my waist like I'm gonna disappear. I close my arms around him, holding him like never before, and I feel my own body relax. This weird comfort that comes along with his touch shocks me every time, the feeling of familiarity and warmth that makes me feel safe is something that I've only ever felt with him. He doesn't say a word, he just breaths hard and we stay like that for some time, holding each other, my body leaning against the counter with his leaning down on me. This feels like a level of intimacy that we hadn't reached yet, much deeper than any kiss of touch we've shared only cause it feels so raw and open, something he rarely is with me.

"Minho... " I say his name with hesitation, and I feel his body twitch.

"I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry about everything." He mumbles, his face still deep into my neck.

"What are you talking about?" I try to pull back a bit, try to see his face.

He looks up, his eyes red and watery. "I'm trying.." He whispers so brokenly that I feel my own emotions building.

"It's okay.." I touch the sides of his face, feeling his jaw clenching and unclenching. I don't know what to say or do, I don't know how to act cause this is the first time I've seen him like this.

"I'm trying to be better, I'm trying to be good. A good friend, a good person, a good brother but I just keep fucking up. I can't control it, it's like I'm made to destroy anything good that comes into my life and for a long time I was okay with that, I was okay with being that version of myself cause all I had was myself." He speaks as if he was desperately holding the words inside for ages. "I have people I care about now," He looks me in the eyes. "People I wanna keep and I keep messing up." He stops, sucking in a breath. "You're important to me, you've been important to me since the night I met you and that's exactly why I didn't want you around me. People like me don't fit with people like you."

I feel my own breath shaking, my eyes searching his. "D-don't say that." My hands slowly drop from his face. It hurts that he thinks so highly of me, cause he shouldn't.

"It's true." He nods several times. "But, baby you're light. My everything is attracted to you in a way I can't explain. "

"So you care?" I let some of the excitement his words awoke inside me show on my face.

"Yes, I care." He rolls his eyes.

"Well, telling your sister that we're just friends when a few minutes before that you had me coming all over your fingers, is a really shitty way to show that you care." I joke even though it still hurts. It's scary to me how fast he switched, the way he looked at me, the way he spoke, it was like he was a different person.

His eyes squint, inhaling sharply through his teeth. "That was not one of my finest moments, I must admit."

"Why did you do it then?" I can't stop myself from asking.

He stares at me, his face for once visibly vulnerable. "Cause I got scared." He says. "Cause suddenly you got too close to the real me and I got scared." It's almost like it hurts him to say the words, the truth.

"You don't have to hide from me Minho," I reply just as honestly. "I want you, all of you. I''ve been trying to get you to let me in since day one but every time it feels like I take one step forward and then three steps back."

"I know," His lips form a tight line. "I know and it's my fault but I can't stay away from you." My heart jumps a little at his words. "I'm fucked up and I don't know how to act around you but I simply can't stay away from you."

Our foreheads lock, his hands cupping my jaw and I don't breathe, I forget how to. "Then don't." My words make his eyes snap. " If you stay, I'll stay and If you try, I'll try but I'm not running after you. If you're not ready, I'll be your friend until you are, cause I'm not giving myself away to someone that's holding back from doing the same. "

The corner of his mouth lifts slightly. "My friend? "

"Obviously you can't handle me as more than that so...." I shrug, as his hands slide down from my face and rest on my hipbones lazily.

"Trust me," His voice drops just like his head. "I can handle you extremely well." And just like that the spark in my stomach lights up. A word of his, a look, a simple touch, and my body begins heating up.

"That's not a very friendly thing to say." I tease ignoring the way his nose brushes against my neck, his lips barely touching my skin.

He chuckles, sending vibrations down my body. "Well, I wanna bend you over the counter and make you scream my name as you come around my dick, in the friendliest way possible."

I seel my lips together suppressing a moan as I stare at him through my lashes, the heat in my belly growing along with his smile.

"Let's go back, we've been gone for a while." I clear my throat, giving him a light push backwards.

His laugh fills the room as he bounces next to me with a cocky smile. "So we're friends?" He says the word like it's a joke.

"Friends." I nod, swallowing hard. And even though I know that it's the right thing to say, the more I look at him the more it feels like a mistake.

He crosses his arms against his chest. "Thank you for listening to me."

"Of course." I nod, offering a sweet smile. I could listen to him talk for hours, almost as many hours as I could sit in absolute silence simply enjoying the sight of him.

He glances at me from head to toe, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Let's go." I make the first move, pushing myself off the counter and walking towards the exit of the kitchen. I hear him walking behind me and then I feel a short yet sharp slap against my ass, making me halt my steps.

He walks past me, with his hands lifted apologetically and a devilish grin. "Sorry, bestie." And then enters the living room going straight to his previous spot on the couch.

Everyone is still so heavily invested in the game to notice how flushed my face is as I also return to my spot on the floor next to Felix.

. . . .

I wanted to play tough, I really did. 'Let's stay friends' I said and actually regretted it the second the words came out of my mouth, and as time went by I regretted it even more.

Bro, his eyes. His eyes are on me from his seat next to Jisung the whole time along with a small smile, the type of smile that makes my toes curl. I try, so hard, not to look his way not to let his devilish glances get to me but turns out I'm not tough at all, actually, I'm soft as a fucking marshmallow when it comes to Lee Minho. Approximately 47 minutes have passed and I'm boiling, trying to contain myself as the fun continues. Everyone is almost drunk, the food and sweets have been absolutely devoured and we've played every single game in the book. This has to be my favorite Christmas in a long time cause I've always been a sucker for simple things, just me and my friends in a room full of beautiful Christmas decorations having the best time, that's all I need. Well, that and Minho pinning me against the wall and slamming his dick-

Nope. No.

Sefl control. That's what I need. And maybe some holy water.

"I must say this is an excellent way to spend Christmas." Chan looks around with a gentle smile. "I really love having everyone here, together."

"It does feel nice." Jisung agrees. "It feels almost like a family." His tone is slightly sad, his big eyes taking in the sight of us.

"Speaking of that," Chan clears his throat, his body straightening. "I have something to say."

"Oh no." Emma's face drops but Chan's quick to ensure her.

"It's nothing bad, quite the opposite actually."

The way Felix straightens his posture as well, and how his face turns suddenly serious catches my attention.

"I-I'm-" He stutters. "So, our school is planning a music competition in which the winner will be signed to a music label."

"That's perfect!" I squeal, clapping my hands together.

"The thing is that the company that our school is working with this year is JYP Entertainment."

I feel my shoulders slowly dropping, my reaction the complete opposite of the reaction the rest of them have.

"JYP?" Changbin lifts his brows.

"JYP as THE JYP that's one of the top 5 companies in the Kpop industry?" Jisung expression is shocked.

"Yep," He scratches the back of his head.

"Oh, my god. That's huge!" Jeongin can't contain his excitement.

Chan meets my eyes. "It is, besides the fact that JYP and team Wang are besties."

It takes a few seconds for everyone to connect the dots and then a loud group groan fills the room.

"Well, that doesn't necessarily mean that Jackson will get the spot." Emma tries to be positive, as always.

"No," Chan agrees with her. "And that's why in order to compete and win we have to be the best that we can be."

"We are already pretty good." Seungmin says.

"Musicly yeah, but considering that JYP is a Kpop company our stage presence is lacking." He explains. "And that's why I thought it would be a great idea to change things up a bit."

"What do you mean?" Minho's eyes narrow questionably.

Chan's visibly struggling, trying to find the right words, clearly unsure of what he's about to say and if it is even right or needs to be said but he speaks up anyway. "I was thinking,"

"WE were thinking," Changbin speaks up, directing everyone's attention to him.

"Yes, we were thinking of adding a few new members to the group, specifically people that can help us have a better stage presence, uhm dance-wise." He hesitantly says and my mind catches up immediately.

Everyone goes silent, probably starting to catch up as well.

"We think that Hyunjin and Felix would be a great addition to the team." Changbing finally says it, knowing that Chan will go in circles for a few more minutes.

Silence. Hyunjin and Felix are exchanging looks.

"Besides the fact that they're amazing performers, we were playing around one day at the studio, and turns out their vocals are pretty good." Changbin goes on.

"And also Felix's voice is incredibly unique, I think it will be a perfect fit for us." Chan adds.

Still, everyone stays silent, looking around at each other, thinking.

"Well, I like the idea." Surprisingly Minho is the first to speak up. "I feel like Hyunjin, Felix, and I will make a good dancing team."

"And I think that Felix's voice will be great to have in our songs, it will for sure be our signature thing," Jisung adds.

Their words make Chan's shoulder visibly relax, his face lighting up.

"We completely understand if you don't want us to join, It's what you've been working on for so long and we don't wanna invade," Hyunjin says looking at the guys that still haven't said a word.

"No," Jisung says. "We've known you guys for a month and a half and I think we can all agree that we feel like we've known you for ages. If you can contribute to the team and help us win then I'm more than happy to have you along with us in this journey."

It warms my heart to see everyone bonding and growing closer and closer together.

"Same." Jeongin nods. "Besides, every time we recorded something, it always felt like something was missed or that it needed something more."

"Exactly and I trust Chan," Seungmin smiles. "If he says that it's a good idea then we'll give it a shot."

"Great, " Chan's smile is bright as he claps his hands together, happy that everyone is on the same boat. "Well," He laughs awkwardly. "Welcome to the family." He turns to Hyunjin and Felix, who just smile.

"Yay!" I wrap my arms around Felix's shoulders, feeling him giggle.

"Shots to celebrate!" Emma yells and everyone joins in screaming and laughing.

. . . . . . . . . . .

Emma asked several times if I was okay with her spending the night with Seungmin and even though I assured her that I was perfectly fine with it she still looked at me like a mother leaving her 10-year-old daughter home alone for date night. For some reason, all of them treated me that way. Chan asked me over 10 times if I wanted to stay here for the night, Hyunjin and Felix kept offering to go for drinks just the three of us when everybody left and Minho, well Minho couldn't stomach the fact that I didn't want him to drive me home.

My phone vibrated for the second time since I started walking back home.

"You can still change your mind you know." He singsongs in my ear.

"Nope." I stand my ground, happy that he can't see the smile that's forming on my lips at how persistent he is. How I secretly hoped he would be and how I secretly love it.

He groans playfully. "Stop being stubborn."

"Me protecting myself from inevitable heartbreak isn't stubbornness." I fumble with my keys, balancing the phone between my ear and shoulder. I open the door and walk into the elevator.

"You're afraid that I'm gonna break your heart?" I can picture the smirk on his face without even trying. I think that we both know the answer to that question. It's always one that gets hurt, the one that gets completely and utterly heartbroken to the point that being in love ever again seems like torture. And I know that it's gonna be me. I already feel my heart breaking little by little every time something happens and I know that at this point it's inevitable.

"I know you are." I smile at the ground as the elevator doors open reaching the third floor in a few seconds.

A throat-clearing noise makes my eyes snap upwards. My feet freeze.

He smiles, his body leaning against the wall next to my door. He keeps his phone pressed to his ear as he answers. "I think heartbreak is poetic."

Silence, the dangling keys in my hands being the only sound filling the empty hallway.

"Heartbreak is tragic and painful." I hand up and he does the same.

"Yeah but worth it." He looks at me through his lashes, head hanging low with his arms crossed.

He looks soft. Softer than usual. Calm. "Some of them."

His half smile widens. "For me, it will be worth it when you break my heart."

There it is. The knot in my stomach, the tightness in my chest, his words can make me a mess in seconds.

I walk slowly, standing in front of him. "What are you doing here? How-" I chose not to comment on what he said.

"I drove." He offers me a tight smile.

I stare at him, my expression straight and playfully serious.

Instead of answering he digs into his pocket, pulling out the set of keys I've given Chan.

"That's creepy, you know that right?"

He bursts into a deep chuckle, his hand messing with his hair. "It's still Christmas and I don't want you to spend it alone."

I swallow hard.

"Minho," I say unlocking the door. "we argued on some boundaries."

"It's okay, I won't stay long." He pushes past me, entering the house before I do, already taking off his shoes.

I can't do anything other than shake my head at him, warmth creeping in. I close the door behind me, dropping my stuff on the small table next to the door. He takes in the space for a few seconds before settling on the couch and It hits me that this is the first time that he hasn't burst through the door to yell at me. I take my shoes off as well, suddenly nervous, and walk further into the small kitchen.

"I'm fine with being alone," I say, pulling out two glasses. "Water?"

"Wine?" He crosses his legs and leans back on the couch, which suddenly looks smaller than usual.

I hold his gaze only for a few seconds, the tension in the air thick. "Sure." I swallow.

I set a bottle of red wine we had in the fridge and two glasses on the coffee table, before sitting down in the small space he's left for me next to him.

"Minho what are you doing here?" I turn to face him, popping my arm against the back of the couch and resting my head against my palm.

"I was driving home," He reaches for the bottle, opening it effortlessly. "And all I could think about is how beautiful you looked today. How you were genuinely laughing at everything Changbin did or said and how you ran your hands nervously through your hair every time it was your turn to play. I noticed that the only thing you ate was the chocolate-covered strawberries so it got me thinking that it's probably your favorite fruit and then I realized that; I don't know what your favorite book is." He fills my glass with a generous amount of the red liquid, before moving on to his. "Or your favorite movie. I don't know if you like your coffee cold or warm, I don't know if you sleep with a small light on or you like it completely dark. I know nothing about your mom or how you grew up to be this incredible human that you are."

I take the glass between my fingers. "I'm not incredible," I mumble. "Far from it actually."

He looks at me, his face open and relaxed. "You're the most incredible person I know."

My chest sparks with pain, it tightens. "It's because you don't know me well."

"I want to," He leans in, speaking with no hesitation. "I wanna know everything about you."

I can't hold his gaze for more than a few seconds, cause the more I look at him the more I wanna let the words pour out of my mouth and allow him to read me like an open book. Unravel all the damage and darkness that I kept hidden, and lay everything on the table for him to see. I want him to know me, but a part of me is still afraid, still scared to let him this close.

"This picture that you have in your mind, this idea of me is far from who I really am."

His eyes take me in. "And who are you really?"

I take a deep breath, my mind searching for the right words but can't seem to find them, cause there are no right words, there's no right answer to his question, only the truth. "I don't know who I really am," I whisper. "But I know that I'm not incredible. I'm not someone you should think so highly of, I'm not someone who deserves to be so kindly treated and loved by so many. I'm a liar and I'm damaged to the point of no return and even if I try to show the opposite, I know me."

His face darkens and his wine is gone, with lips tight and a low voice he asks, "Who made you think like that about yourself?"

"I did." I answer with a sad smile. "A long time ago."

His hand reaches forward, tugging a piece of my hair behind my ear, his touch so soft and gentle that I bearly felt it. "I wanna know." His eyes, so big and bright, searching mine desperately and making my heart scream, scream in protest, going against my head, begging to be heard, to be seen and understood. "There's not one thing that you can say to me that will make you look less than the angel you are in my eyes."

I scoff laughingly at his ignorant words. "We'll need more wine then." I drown my glass in a second before holding it in front of me.

He pours me some more. "How's your mom like?"

I love this question, so much that I could answer it a million times.

"My mom is the most amazing person I know," I smile. "She's warm and sensitive. She has this bright smile," I move my hand over my mouth. "that can literally light up the whole fucking room. That's my first memory actually; her smile. Everything about her is soft; her touch, her hair, the way she speaks and treats others, It's fascinating to see someone like her exist and go through life but at the same time it makes me sad to think how someone like her got treated so poorly by everyone around her, how hard everything was for her, and how broken she actually is."

His face softens, his smile small. "You seem to love her a lot."

"I adore her. She means the world to me." I wet my lips with some wine. "And even though I know that the feeling is mutual, if I was her I wouldn't love me."

His perfect eyebrows come together. "Why?"

I move the wine around the glass, memories, and flashbacks clouding my mind.

"My father was the complete opposite of my mother. He was cold and distant, always giving us the bare minimum when it came to fatherly love. He was always working or doing stuff alone. Jogging, reading, cooking, he always preferred to be alone." I pause, suddenly aware that I have his full attention, and take a few more sips. "It was after his mom's passing that everything changed. He began drinking and experimenting with drugs."

The change in his expression is visible, his sharp inhale barely audible.

"I think you know how that goes, so I will not get into the details." I force a low laugh.

"Yeah, please don't." His eyes dark, sad almost. He takes my hand in his, examining my fingers as if it's his first time seeing them, and then starts to play around with them.

"I never liked my father, " I continue, my focus still on how he plays around with our hands. "And as I grew older and things kept getting worse and worse, I started to hate my mom for it," I admit for the first time out loud. "I couldn't understand why she wouldn't leave him, why she wouldn't choose us over him."

"Us?" He questions, his voice careful and quiet.

My chest feels like a hundred pounds yet warm at the same time as I say the words. "I had a brother."

I noticed the way his gaze faltered, and his hand stopped moving over mine.

"His name was Jax," I try to appear lighter than I feel. "You would have liked him. He was a year younger than me and we were quite inseparable. He was everything I wasn't and I was everything he wasn't, in a way that we made the perfect pair. He was strong and incredibly smart, always there to do the right thing or say the right thing. He was full of energy, super active and athletic and I was well, the opposite." I laugh.

"Let me guess," He mused with a light smirk on his full lips. "You were a troublemaker, quick to break any rule, extremely fun and hyperactive yet most people would refer to you as closed off and quiet. You were the type of girl that was seeking adrenaline through the pages of books or the scenes and dialogues of old movies, chasing that rush that real life couldn't offer you, the type of rush that made your heart beat faster and your mind travel far away. You were ambitious but always thought that you were not smart enough to follow your dreams that seemed bigger than those of the people surrounding you yet deep down you always knew that you were meant for more."

My mouth hangs open, his words leaving me speechless. My heart full, my mind a mess. "You're by far the most annoying person I've ever met you know that?"

He looks rather amused. "Is that why you're blushing?"

I turn my head to the side, burying my mouth into the small glass. "I'm not, shut up."

"You are but I'll let it slide, please continue." He motions with his hand.

The atmosphere is lighter yet the air inside my lungs is still tight. "It was Christmas actually, We came back from a family dinner at my aunts' house that was of course a disaster. My dad was completely wasted per usual, and I remember them fighting so hard in the car that Jax had to put his headphones over my ears because I almost started crying, I was 14 and he was 13. My dad had this weird thing about driving, he loved driving, and despite how much he would drink or what drugs he would take he would always go on those late-night drives. It helped him clear his head in a way. At times he would ask us to come with and back then we would take anything that we could get from him, any type of love and affection. But things had gotten a lot worse, my father was abusive always drunk and high to the point that both of us were so afraid of him."

This is the first time I'm telling this story out loud, the first time I'm being completely honest about what happened. Even Chan doesn't know the whole truth. I pause, and Minho is quick to notice my discomfort. I curl into a ball, my knees close to my chest as if that would make me feel any less exposed.

"It's okay." His hand touches my knee. He feels so different tonight like something changed between us, something about him is softer.

"My mom was upstairs, locked in her room. I was screaming, begging him to let me go, telling him that I didn't want to go with him, that I was scared." I feel my throat get tight. "He wouldn't listen, he was pulling me, his hands digging into my skin. He had never hurt me that much before. " I feel shivers down my back, the memory still an open wound. "Something about that night felt different. The way he was acting, I'd never seen him like that and it scared me. I knew that something was wrong."

"He said-" I stop, the lump in my throat growing. "He said that if I didn't go with him, he would take Jax instead and he wouldn't come back." The words rip out of my throat. "My screams must have been way too loud 'cause Jax came running down the stairs, my mom still nowhere to be seen. Jax was always so protective of me, always ready to take the punches for me and this time was no different. It took one look, he saw my face and he stepped forward immediately, insisting on taking him instead. My father looked at me, but I was frozen, completely consumed by fear, my body still hurting and all I wanted to do was disappear." I met his eyes for the first time since I started talking. "I didn't say anything. I let the fear speak instead and I let him take him." My tears stared silently making their way down my cheeks.

His hand found the side of my face, his thumb brushing the wetness of my skin. "Baby-"

"The call came early in the morning," I sniff. "They found the car crashed against a tree a few minutes away from the house, both of them dead."

I break down, his hands are around me in a second. "I let him take him, I gave him away even though I knew." I sob silently, my hands gripping his shirt. "I was supposed to protect him, it was my fault-"

"Hey," He pulls back, holding my face between his hands. His eyes, narrowing, roaming all over my face. "Don't say shit like that." I try to pull away, shame showering me. "Look at me," His tone demanding, low and sharp yet his face soft and gentle. "You were a child. You were both children with parents who failed to protect you, there's no way you could have possibly known what would happen. Please baby don't- don't do that to yourself."

"The look on my mother's face," I shake my head. " I can never get that out of my head. I was crying for days, begging her for forgiveness and she would whisper that it wasn't my fault, that it was hers but I could never escape the guilt."

He leans back taking me with him, my head against his chest and his hands playing with my hair. I let the sound of his heart calm me down, burying myself deeper into his arms, and as the seconds go by I find myself thinking that I could get used to this. This feeling of safety, the warmth of his body, the way his breath tickles the side of my head, and the way his fingers toy with my hair, brushing my skin occasionally. It feels addictive and powerful, yet peaceful and softer than anything I've ever felt.

After a few minutes, I find the strength to continue. "I couldn't face her. I became such a difficult kid, I shut her out and turned to things like partying and drinking to cope. We rarely spoke about it, every time she would try to talk to me I would turn her down. I was selfish and such a brat, all I cared about was myself and my own grief, my own guilt, and my own mistakes. My mother was strong enough, she went through her grief by herself and came out stronger. She started working again and she fell in love again. She moved on, and that was something I couldn't do, I still can't."

I pull myself away from his arms, sitting up straight. "I was going down the wrong path, I was losing myself day by day and my mother didn't know what to do. " A small smile creeps into my lips. "And then I met Chan. First day of college, he was the first person that spoke to me and somehow he forced himself into my life without me even realizing it. We became one, we were inseparable to the point that he went everywhere with me. He became close to my mom and the rest of my family in no time. Since his parents were not supportive at all of his dreams he knew that the minute he decided to give up law school for music he would be on his own and I tried everything I could to convince him to do it. When he did, both my mom and I felt this sort of responsibility or you could say protectiveness over him." My smile grows. "My mom says he reminds her a lot of Jax and it's true, he is a lot like him. Chan saved me, in every way. I wouldn't be here without him. He might say the opposite but it's not true, and I hope he knows that."

He sighs, looking at me with the softest smile I've ever seen him wear. "People save people."

"I hate always being the one getting saved." I whisper.

His eyes stare into mine. "You're not, you're saving a lot of people without realizing."

I doubt that.

Silence falls between us, a few moments that our eyes speak words our mouths can't and we stay like that looking at each other. I take everything in, everything about him, everything that he has become to me in such a short period of time and I know that despite everything he's done, none has made me feel the way he does. I'm attracted to him in every possible way and no matter how hard I fight it, it keeps pulling me back in. The way he looks at me with those eyes, the way he touches me, the way he speaks, his existence as a whole brings me to my knees.

"Well," I sigh. "There it is." I break the silence. "And also I like my coffee hot and black with no sugar and it needs to be completely dark for me to be able to sleep."

His eyes light up, his whole face switching. "You're fucking incredible." He beams, leaning closer to me. He takes my jaw between his two fingers. "Please, don't put yourself down, what happened wasn't your fault and please trust me when I say that; you deserve the entire world."

I look deep into his eyes, his face inches away from mine, his breath my breath and I can't help but whisper. "I don't want the entire world."

He smirks, his hand finding the back of my neck making my stomach fill with excitement and then he kisses me.

#lee know x reader #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #kpop #skz smut #lee know smut #stray kids x reader #lee know fanfic #lee know series #lee minho #kpopfanfic #leeknowskz #skzimagines #stray kids #skz imagines #skz x reader #stray kids lee know

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yeonzzzn · 1 year ago

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🎙chasing you: lee know / bang chan

pairing: lee know x afab!reader x bang chan word count: 1.3k

synopsis: you couldn’t believe you got hired as an intern at your favorite radio show. While hoping to learn the do’s and dont’s of being a radio personality, you start to fall for both of your bosses…

genre: radio show host!au, non-idol!au, love triangle, smut

warnings: will be given on each part ♡

intro | one | two | three

You wiped your sweaty hands on the fabric of your skirt, repeating the same words over and over in your head, “Just walk in idiot!! What are you so afraid of?” But the truth of it was that you were afraid of everything and anything that could go wrong.

The sole fact that you were even standing outside the building terrified you. You kept checking the address on the crumpled-up piece of paper, and sure enough, this was obviously the right place no matter how many times you rechecked it.

A week ago you sat on the corner of your bed, listening to your favorite radio show: Stray Days. You couldn’t help but smile and giggle at the radio personality hosts and the jokes and stories they would tell. There were two of them: Christopher Bang and Lee Minho.

It was just any other normal day listening to their show when the boys announced they were looking for a third host. You jumped at the opportunity and applied on their website, not even thinking you’d be lucky enough to get the job.

But here you are, your luck finding its way to you as you stand in front of the building they record and work in.

You were surprised when you got the email yesterday morning saying you got the job and would start as an intern today. You were up all night choosing your outfit.

You decided to go with your favorite black skirt, white and black striped long-sleeve shirt tucked into the skirt, white high-top converse, and black knee-high socks. Your hair was curled and gently pulled behind your ears. It was an amazing look, your best friend Han even agreed.

Whipping out your phone from your tote bag, you dial his number, and pick up not even a second later.

“You better be calling me from inside that building, Y/N.”

Before you could even speak a word, Han was already speaking again.

“Y/N, dammit I can literally hear the wind on your in. You haven’t gone inside yet?!”

You sighed, “Hannie I’m terrified! What if I fuck up and they hate me?”

“Impossible,” he reassured you, “They are going to LOVE you! I promise. Y/N, girl, you literally fit all the requirements for the job. You’re funny, talented, have an amazing storytelling voice and you’re so creative. Stop doubting yourself and get your ass inside that building before you are late!”

Han’s words were enough to encourage you to walk inside. To push open the door and stroll in like you deserved to be here.

But once the door closed behind you, that confidence left.

“Holy fuck, Hannie.”

You could practically hear the confusion in his voice, “Yes?”

“I’m inside and now I’m scared again.”

“Oh my fuck, I’m hanging up.”

“No!! Han!”

And the line went dead.

You cursed him for leaving you but decided maybe it was best to find where you were supposed to go before you were late.

The hall at the end opened up to a lobby, a receptionist sat at the desk typing away at her computer.

You walked up, once again wiping the sweat forming on your hands.

She notices you right away, “Welcome in! You must be Y/N, correct?” she said with a smile.

You nodded, “Yes, that’s me!”

“Perfect!” She stood up from the chair, pointing you over to the elevator, “Mr. Chan and Lee are waiting for you on the third floor. If the sign is red, do not walk into the studio.”

You once again nodded, “Thank you, ma’am.”

“Oh, call me Jihyo!”

You gave her a soft smile, thanked her again, and made your way to the elevator.

Once inside, you pressed the button for the third floor. A few seconds later, the short ride ended.

You stepped out of the elevator. Reality hits you like a truck. Holy fuck, you’re actually here. You’ve dreamt about being a radio personality. You even joined the broadcasting club in high school. So now that you’re standing in an actual recording studio sent chills down your spine and your heart wanted to leap out of your chest.

There was a small hall that turned into the studio, and the red “on-air” sign was lit up.

A muscular guy sat at the control desk, moving the dials on the soundboard, adjusting the sound coming from inside the recording room.

You slowly walked up, seeing Christopher Bang and Lee Minho themselves. They sat across from each other, laughing together, papers in hand that you assumed were the scripts.

The guy at the desk turned around, removing one of the earmuffs off his head, and turned back around, “You must be the new girl.”

“Yes.” You softly spoke.

“The guys are almost done, they are wrapping up the last bit and will be out to greet you.”

You nodded, the nerves setting in even more.

“Changbin.”

His words snapped you out of your daze, “I’m sorry?”

“Changbin. I’m the tech guy, nice to meet you.”

You’ve heard his name plenty of times from the guys. They always talk about how great of a tech guy he was for them. Sometimes even make jokes and tease him while on air knowing he can’t do anything about it.

Even though Changbin looks like he would fold them out in less than ten seconds alone.

“I’m Y/N, it’s very nice meeting you as well, Changbin.”

Changbin held up his hand, folding each finger down until one remained then switched the sign off.

Christopher and Minho stood from the chairs, setting their headsets neatly on the table.

Your heart pounded against your ribcage, watching closely as the two men who have inspired you to continue your dreams, walked out of the recording studio.

They high fives Changbin, before they stopped in front of you.

You could have sworn they could see how fast your heart was beating, ready to burst open from your chest.

All you could do was stare at them, they were two gorgeously hot men, who happened to be your bosses.

“You must be Y/N,” Christopher’s thick Aussie accent said with a wide smile, “welcome to our studio.”

You nodded, “Thank you for giving me this chance, Mr. Bang and Mr. Lee.”

They both chuckled. You tilted your head in confusion, did you say something wrong?

“We don’t go with Mr, around here,” Minho said, reaching out for your hand, “Call me Minho.” His bunny smile warms your heart, calming whatever nerves that were once there.

You smiled at him, “Thank you, Minho.”

Christopher cleared his throat, gaining your attention, “You may call me by my name or even Chan, whichever you prefer.”

Chan stared down at Minho’s hand still connected with yours, his brows raising.

You pulled away from Minho, a small laugh escaping his lips.

“Now, for the next couple weeks we will train you the basics of being a host,” Chan started, “Changbin will also train you how to properly use the boards and when to switch the volume for the sounds.”

You nodded, “When will I be ready to be in the booth with you both?”

Chan took a step closer to you, your body frozen in place as you stared up at him, “You will have a couple of practice sessions with both of us. There will be a point system, if you reach all the points, you will start being on-air with us.”

Minho leaned down closer to you, his bunny smile even wider than before, “Not to mention if you don’t meet our expectations, you will be removed and we will find another host.”

You glanced back and forth between them, smirks dancing on their faces.

Little did you know the challenges you would face over the next few weeks, but also the way the two would grab your heart.

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A/N: hello! This is my first ever multi-part imagination! I have been racking my brain on this idea for a couple of weeks now and couldn’t for the life of me decide who would fit better for this. In the end, I decided the two I kept switching back and forth for (they also are both my bias and my bias wreck, so this fic just was perfect for what I’m imagining) I hope you guys enjoy this and look forward to the spice to come! As of right now, this image has three parts, but I will add more if it’s needed for the story to end. enjoy!♡

#channie #leeknowuknow #stray kids #skz fanfic #skz imagines #skz fanfiction #skz scenarios #bang chan x reader #reader x bang chan #lee know x reader #reader x lee know #skz x reader #reader x stray kids #bang chan #lee minho #yeonzzzn writing

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chrisbangsbf · 2 years ago

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Minho/Hyunjin

Explicit | 995 words

Tags: noona kink, mommy kink, kink exploration, mild dirty talk, creampie, based on this

AO3 link

"So," Minho begins, slinging his legs over Hyunjin's to straddle his lap, "you think about calling me noona?"

He knew it was something he would have to pester Hyunjin about whenever they got home, and now that they're clean and winding down for the night, Minho decided it was the perfect time to pounce.

Hyunjin huffs at the sudden movement, a grin spreading across his tired face as he brings his hands up to smooth over Minho's bare thighs. "Sometimes," he admits, kind of shy. "Didn't mean to let it slip like that in public though..."

Minho sits up on his lap and hums as if he thinks the admission is interesting. With a grin that speaks pure mischief, he drags both hands down to lay flat against Hyunjin's chest before rocking back and grinding against him. "Aren't you glad it did, though?" The whine that he lets out at the friction makes Minho's cock jump in his shorts.

"Yeah, it's just– fuck," Hyunjin's long fingers tighten on his thighs before he continues, "I just didn't know if you'd be into it." His eyes nearly flutter closed as Minho pushes his shirt up and thumbs over his nipples. Blush high on cheeks, spreading down his neck so prettily.

"Bet you wanna call me mommy, too," Minho jokes, smirking. But the way Hyunjin's breath hitches tells him everything he needs to know. His smirk grows more amused, a little more wicked, and Hyunjin shifts underneath him like he's trying to hide. It's cute. Endearing in a way that makes Minho want to devour him.

"I–" Hyunjin starts, hips jerking up when Minho pinches his nipples.

"You do, huh?" Minho purs, leaning close to nose across Hyunjin's warm cheek, tongue darting out to lick the corner of his mouth like a cat. He can almost taste the embarrassment on him – hot and heavy and delicious on the back of his tongue. He scratches gently down Hyunjin's taut stomach before dipping farther down to cup the growing bulge in his pants. He almost laughs at how hard he is. "Want mommy to take care of this for you?"

"Minho– noona, please," Hyunjin begs. Pride swells in Minho's chest at how quick he had him wrapped around his finger. Extra sensitive, extra responsive.

"Oh you poor thing," Minho teases, voice silky and low, full of the kind of faux sympathy he knows has Hyunjin's toes curling. He presses a soft, lingering kiss to his plush mouth. "I got you, baby. You trust me?"

Hyunjin nods. He looks seconds away from tears and something about that burns a fire in Minho's gut.

Minho undresses him and opens him up slowly, gently, taking his time working his fingers into Hyunjin and whispering sweet little praises into his skin. As much as he loves to tease him, he has just as much fun taking him apart thread by thread, finding new ways to fluster him. It's fun.

As he finally presses himself inside, Hyunjin's mouth falls open with a lovely sound. A drawn out, breathy sigh that makes Minho smile with fondness. Once they're flush together, he reaches out to brush Hyunjin's hair away from his face and gives a few slow drags in and out to help him adjust.

"Mommy's pretty boy," Minho's voice is barely above a whisper as he starts snapping his hips in earnest, eyelids heavy as he watches Hyunjin's face twisting in pleasure, gasping as he wraps a hand around himself to jerk off. "You like noona's cock in you baby? He makes you feel good, right?"

Hyunjin moans out loud, nodding and forcing his eyes open when he feels like he's getting close. Minho looks equal parts demonic and angelic above him – thrusting with a force that knocks cock-drunk grunts from him with every jolt forward, his damp hair falling around his face and making him look impossibly soft while the arousal shining in his dark eyes speaks the exact opposite.

"You feel so good, noona," Hyunjin clutches the sheets with one hand and keeps stroking himself with the other, smearing the wetness of precome around his hot tip and gasping as he feels his body start to tighten, "gonna come on your cock– please, don't stop."

Minho bends over his body, presses their lips together in a messy kiss, panting directly into his mouth, "Go on. Come for your noona."

It only takes a few more pointed thrusts and pumps of his hand before he's spilling over his fingers and between their stomachs with a whimper. Minho fucks him through it steadily, jostling his body against the bed as he adjusts his hold on his waist and chases his own orgasm with quicker, choppier thrusts.

As the first hint of overstimulation starts taking place, Hyunjin starts writhing in his hold, legs spasming as grasps pathetically at Minho's shoulders, nails digging into the skin and making him hiss.

"Inside," Hyunjin chokes, scrambling for a better hold as tears start welling in his pretty eyes, "mommy, please, inside me– I can't–"

And with that, the last string holding Minho together snaps. His hips stutter to a stop, coming so hard it knocks the breath out of him. Hyunjin's hole clenches around him in overly sensitive waves, like it's desperate to milk him dry. Minho's head tilts back as he tries to catch his breath, reaching out blindly to take Hyunjin's hands into his own.

After a moment of blissful silence, Minho carefully pulls out and eyes where Hyunjin's puffy rim starts clenching around nothing.

Hyunjin grimaces as cum starts leaking down his crack. "Oh come on," he whines, pouting, "you're just gonna let it get all over my sheets?"

Minho giggles and swipes his finger through the mess, smearing it across his soft inner thigh. "Not my problem."

"It will be when I make you wash them," Hyunjin laughs, breathless and sated.

"Just because I'm your mommy now doesn't mean I'm gonna start doing your laundry, brat."

#hyunho #hyunho smut #lee know x hyunjin #minho x hyunjin #lee minho x hwang hyunjin #stray kids smut #stray kids #skz drabbles #skz smut #stray kids drabbles #drabbles #chrisbangsbf #bottom hyunjin #top minho

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hotteoki · 2 years ago

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skz as hogwarts students

warnings: like one swear word but lovingly

notes: i first got this idea when i saw felix wearing the striped green & silver jumper in 'felix never bad' skz codes, but for some reason it was seungmin literally fortune telling in 'skz academy' that gave me motivation??

chan - gryffindor

chan is definitely a gryffindor, absolutely. he has a clear aura of a leader, as he is, and he's willing to take risks for skz and would do anything to protect them. he puts on a brave face, and doesn't cry or show negative emotions a lot, it’s a bit difficult to get him to open up. however, chan has clear morals and will not hesitate to stand his ground, even when it is not an ideal situation. e.g. remember when certain stays were nagging to him about his live glitching and stopping? he was clearly annoyed and was not afraid to mention it.

minho (민호) - slytherin

a slytherin. do i even need to elaborate. but for the sake of my need to have skz x harry potter content, i will elaborate. i did contemplate if he would suit a ravenclaw more, but his sharpness pulls me more to slytherin. at first glance, minho is a bit more reserved, not very open to others. when he gets comfortable, he has a playful side of him, chaotic but menacing. minho is ambitious, cunning and clever. just from his expression, you can always tell his plotting something, but it is unclear what it is... BUT, he's very resourceful, and will always help those in need.

changbin (창빈) - gryffindor

another gryffindor. he's strong, both physically (MHM 😖) and mentally. changbin's very calm and collected, but also has his loud moments, where his voice will bounce around the walls of the room and he just screams at the top of his lungs. he's quite daring, but also a HUGE softie. he can be very vulnerable, but only if you're willing to accept him, it doesn't happen often because changbin, like chan, puts on a bold face, which sometimes can be misinterpreted the wrong way, common gryffindor mistakes; but he just has a personality a natural leader, i mean his “eomma eomma ga” joke went VIRAL without him even trying.

hyunjin (현진) - ravenclaw

hyunjin’s a ravenclaw. it might sound weird, and he did seem like a slytherin to me at first, but hear me out. he has lots of wit, and creativity, obviously, considering he's an artist. he’s full of charisma and charm without even trying. hyunjin looks for success, he's intellectual, clever, and eccentric. he’s unique, known for his dramatic flair, and may sometimes be very a little judgy if others don’t read his expectations, but he’s a warm hearted soul who only wants the best for others, very ravenclaw attributes.

jisung (지성) - hufflepuff

hufflepuff and i take no criticism or objections. jisung is a literal walking bundle of joy. he brings so much happiness into life, and his extreme loyalty proves just how much of a hufflepuff he is. jisung’s very modest, perhaps to the point where it can be annoying how he never accepts compliments, but it’s endearing in a way that anyone would instantly forgive him. he wants only the best for everyone, and jisung will do everything he can to help them in every way he can.

felix (용복) - hufflepuff

the biggest fucking hufflepuff ever. the living embodiment of a hufflepuff. i will die on his hill. the literal sun himself has the sweetest, most caring, warm soul ever. felix is so loyal, and definitely a hard-worker. he’s such a gem, very modest, shy, cute, anything positive you can think of. take one look on bubble and you’ll see how many people love him, and there’s a reason for that: he’s so selfless, forgiving and honest. it just makes it impossible to hate him. felix may be a bit too trusting at times, and can be very stubborn, but that’s what makes him a true hufflepuff!

seungmin (승민) - slytherin

this one was a bit hard, and i nearly put him in ravenclaw at one point, but he just gives me slytherin vibes, you know? feel free to disagree cause honestly i disagree with myself. seungmin’s not a particularly open person, and he may say things a bit too coolly and some across as uncaring; but deep down, he’s such a genuine soul. he’s clever in a way that’s not academically intelligent, rather, it’s a sense of sneakiness, he’s always up to something, it’s all harmless fun though. he can be very persuasive because of his cunning, something only slytherins can achieve.

jeongin (정인) - hufflepuff

errrr… he feels like a slytherin to me as well though… it’s very rare to hear a slytherpuff, but i think jeongin can very much fit in that category. he’s normally a cute, sweet, baby bread person who’s the walking definition of soft and fluffy, such hufflepuff-y behaviour, and his immature stubbornness definitely pushes him further into that direction; but he’s very mischievous, jeongin’s very skilful in that area. still, i think his hufflepuff qualities overpower his small slytherin attributed though, you can have your opinion on that.

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ryuyejiho · 2 years ago

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"Understand my own feelings" - Lee Know

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Mention of sex, Kissing

Summary: Two weeks after a delightful night, Minho decides to tell you about his feelings for you. (Part 2 of the earlier smut)

Word Count: ~1.9 k

Part 1 - "Let's keep it a secret"

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Two weeks have passed since we last met. During that time I saw Minho once when we went together with Hyunjin and Jisung on a trip to Busan.

We practically didn't talk at all, and I honestly don't even know why. I was a little sad that things went on like this. It seemed as if nothing had ever happened or as if Minho didn't care about it at all and it was just a one-time adventure for him.

However I couldn't stop thinking about it. I kept feeling his lips on me, kept hearing his voice in my head. It wasn't even about sex per se anymore but about our getting closer to each other. Then, a few hours later, I realized that I had seen a piece of that side of Minho that no one had seen.

And I wanted it to continue. But I didn't know how I should tell him. And what I should tell him at all.

I didn't understand my feelings. I still missed Hyunjin but I still had Minho in my mind and how I felt around him. How safe and comfortable I was with him.

My reflections were interrupted by the ringing of my phone which showed a message. I took the phone in my hand and unlocked it, wanting to read the message. But when I opened it I saw only 'message deleted'. I looked at the contact and what was my surprise when I saw that it was Minho.

For a long time I thought about what I should respond, whether to make a joke or ask if everything was okay. Because of the emptiness in my head, I decided to ignore it, thinking that it was a coincidence

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Immediately after waking up, I felt a huge headache and sore throat. I felt like I had a huge hangover, but that was impossible because I hadn't drunk anything. Especially since today I was supposed to come to the Stray Kids dorm to celebrate the end of their album promotion.

I looked at my phone and was horrified to see the time was 1 pm. I didn't have an appointment until 5 pm but it was unlike me to sleep that many hours.

I rubbed my eyes and got out of bed, shakily walked to the bathroom where I decided to take a quick warm shower in hopes of feeling better. However, that hardly helped so I went to the kitchen to eat something warm and take my medicine.

After making scrambled eggs, I sat on the couch and started watching a movie. When I finished eating I lay down wanting to finish the movie and after that I was going to go start getting ready to go out.

Suddenly when I opened my eyes the movie was gone and when I wanted to take a sip of the tea I had prepared earlier this one was cold. I looked at my phone and saw that it was 55 minutes past 4 pm. I started looking through all the notifications where a couple of them were group chat messages and separate ones from Jisung and Felix asking where I was and what time I would be there.

I quickly called Jisung and said I wouldn't be able to come because I was sick. He of course understood this and wished me the best of health. When I hung up I lay back on the couch and fell asleep again.

I was awakened by the sound of plates hitting each other and something like a knife slicing on a board. Shocked, I quickly got up from the couch, which was not a good idea because I got quite dizzy and walked towards the kitchen. On the way I saw the familiar Converse in which Minho often walked and when I entered the kitchen I saw him at the stove when he was just blowing on a spoon and tasting something he had just prepared.

When he looked at me he smiled broadly and put the spoon down on the countertop. He quickly walked over to me and, extending his arms in my direction, signaled for me to hug him, which I did in shock.

"How do you feel? Better a little?" he asked with one hand pushing my hair away from my face, the other still embracing me tightly. I nodded my head still in shock and looked at the kitchen where some produce, vegetables and fruits stood in every section.

"Have you been here long? How did you even get in here?" I asked looking at him "after all, you were supposed to celebrate the success of the album then what are you doing here".

"you weren't coming so I called you but you didn't answer. I asked Jisung what was wrong with you and he told me that you were sitting sick at home so I went to the store, did some shopping and came over but you were sleeping so lovely I didn't want to wake you up so I made myself comfortable" he smiled broadly and turned around showing his finger to the pots that stood on the kitchen counter

"what's in there?" I asked curiously

"I cooked you ramen and a few others like that to warm you up. I bought the best kimchi. Anything to make you recover quickly" I couldn't help but start to get excited like a fool. Not only did Minho come to my house, he is here because he was worried about me and wanted to cook me something healthy.

"You're so lovely, the best" I shouted and hugged him with all my strength. He started laughing loudly and hugged me even tighter lifting me up.

"Anything for you" he gave me a quick kiss on the lips and quickly turned towards the kitchen bumping the corner of the table with his hip. I was surprised by his gesture but I would be fooling both myself and everyone else if I said I didn't like it. I even wanted it again, wanted more.

I followed him and sat down at the table where he started putting bowls and plates with various dishes and appetizers. After a while we started eating them in complete silence, each immersed in his own thoughts, and when we finished we went to the couch and turned on our favorite horror movie.

We both loved horror movies and I don't think any more could scare us but this was the moment where I wanted to be close to him so I started pretending that some things scared me or that there was too much suspense.

Finally Minho forcibly pulled me close to him and although I protested I was glad he did. I finally sat close to him and hugged his side as he put his arm around me. I myself didn't believe what I was doing and didn't even want to think about how cringe-inducing it was.

Every now and then I looked at his hand which showed more veins than usual, his thighs which were even more pumped up than always. Everything about him distracted me and I couldn't focus on anything. On top of that, there were sudden flashbacks from our last night together.

"Okay, are you going to tell me what's going on? You keep sighing and it's clear you're upset about something," he spoke up, to which I get up from my seat and tried to explain that it was nothing. However, he didn't believe me completely so I gave up and stared dully at the floor.

"It's really nothing like that Minho. Don't worry about me," with this text I upset him by which he abruptly sat up straight and caught my chin so as to force me to look at him.

"Nothing like that? First we relive the best night of our lives, then we don't talk to each other and while I'm here you deceive both me and yourself that nothing is going on even though you are acting strangely and clearly something is wrong," he said in a slightly raised voice.

"Yes Minho, something is wrong. First we sleep with each other and then suddenly we stop talking to each other. Now all of a sudden you come to my place and cook for me, kiss me on the lips and after a while you act as if nothing happened or as if you regret it" I finally told him what I thought about all this.

I didn't want to argue with him but it was already too much for me. He just sat and looked at me without saying anything. He was thinking about something so I didn't say anything either.

"I didn't want you to regret it. I don't want to make stupid excuses but the next day after our night Hyunjin said you wanted to go back to him again. I was pissed off and didn't understand why you did it. I thought about it, about you all the time. Nonstop you are in my mind."

"Why?" I asked briefly wanting to know more but he just shrugged his shoulders and turned his head toward the TV.

I really wanted to confess to him what I felt for him. What I had been thinking about everyday for the past two weeks. I wanted to feel so good in his arms again.... Or under him.

I shook my head at my thoughts which were becoming bad again at which he looked at me puzzled

"Minho..." I spoke quietly, involuntarily looking at his lips which he just slowly licked. I looked at his eyes and seeing that he was also looking at my mouth I quickly moved closer to him and caught his face in my hands. He looked up into my eyes and moved even closer so that our lips were gently touching.

"Huh?" he spoke up with his eyes closed, causing his lips to rub against mine. I didn't know what to answer at that moment, all I had in my mind was him and his lips that I wanted to feel so much. Thinking nothing more, I connected our lips at which he smiled between kisses and by catching my waist he pulled me onto his thighs.

I put my hands around his neck and stroked the lengthy hair on the back of his head, still kissing his beautiful full lips. He obviously liked this a lot because he started purring into my mouth.

After a long time we pulled away from each other and breathing quickly, looked at each other smiling. I was already about to say something when Minho suddenly spoke up

"I love you" I was very surprised but still smiled. However, seeing how stressed he was by my lack of response I moved closer again and placed a long kiss on his lips.

Then it came to me, all these thoughts, everything I imagined every night was not without reason. My feelings were very clear, only I was the one trying to push them away from me being afraid of them.

It came to me that I loved him. I had loved Minho for a very long time.

"Such a confession from Lee Minho himself? I feel honored." I laughed at which he rolled his eyes and started looking at the wall behind me. Seeing the disappointment on his face, I forced him to look at me and kissed the tip of his nose at which he wrinkled his nose and eyebrows in a cute way.

"Minho... I love you too. I had to realize this but really... I love you," when I said this he smiled as wide as ever and pulled me to him all too tightly making me bump my chin against his cheek.

"So you didn't want to go back to Hyunjin?" he asked after a long moment hugging me.

"no, never. Not after what happened between us and not after I realized I had feelings for you," I shook my head and replied.

"so now I can boast that you are my girlfriend?" satisfied he took his phone in his hand and opened the group chat of his band.

"am I?" I asked stupidly, smiling.

"you're not?" he looked at me with a raised eyebrow at which I laughed

"of course I am," I recounted and embarrassedly hid my face in the hollow of his neck. He just laughed and hugged me even closer.

This moment I could without hesitation consider one of the happiest of my life. And I wanted it to ever end.

"Have you seen my message?" he suddenly asked at which I looked at him in surprise.

"I couldn't because you deleted it" I replied to which he nodded "and what was there?"

"Nothing special" he shrugged his shoulders "already then I wrote that I love you" he shrugged his shoulders again and seeing my face he laughed out loud.

I can't believe I fell in love with just such a fool. But I am very happy about it.

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writingpei · 1 year ago

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wicked games (l.m.) - chapter fourteen

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pairing: lee minho x reader genre: academic rivals to lovers wc: 5.2k words

i still don't know where everything went

it was practically possible to hear the sound of the clock hands moving second by second in the silent room, filling the environment with a constant tick-tock. the pen's weight was tangible in her palm, as if it were made of lead, and the rhythm of its heavy strain fed the up and down movement of her chest, drenched in nervousness that didn't seem to have disappeared.

the minutes continued to pass, and the questions on the physics test in front of y/n were answered one by one, with absolute caution, as if she was following a fragile surgery, as if at any moment some bogeyman might appear out of nowhere in the room if she wasn't delicate.

she was well aware that her decision to go to work had significantly reduced the time she would put into her academic performance, but she was never someone who allowed herself to be easily shaken.

now, it was no longer her who taught hyunjin, but studied with him, keeping an eye out for the materials he reviewed when there weren't any in the cafe so that she could take advantage of even the free seconds she had, which became scarcer with the pass the days.

she knew she was being left behind in the eternal competition that was her and minho's relationship, and despite all the hate that many viewers would consider "uncalled for", she found herself a little scarred by an anger that burned her chest like a forrest. fire whenever she saw him in the hallways, backs against lockers laughing out loud at silly things with his friends without a care in the world. the poster child for the aristocratic lifestyle of today's society, a boy with the world in his hands and people who worked for him cleaning his shoes kneeling on the floor of the huge mansion he lived in.

it was nothing more than a raw and genuine hatred inside y/n when all the paths her mind went through when thinking about minho came to the inevitable conclusion that this, all of this was a sport for him. studying was a sport, getting good grades was a sport, excelling, being popular, winking at dumb girls across the cafeteria like you were television's newest heartthrob. it was all one big joke and when she looked at how she led her life, the lack of jokes was almost suffocating, a snake around her neck all the time just waiting for the right time to coil completely against her flesh.

when she felt pathetic, she tried to imagine him cleaning the cafeteria bathrooms using only a toilet brush, or having to listen to customers throwing tantrums over a cup of coffee with a smile on his face, not being able to retort or shout back. these thoughts brought her out of her own exasperated situation and made her laugh. she couldn't tell if it was because of the strangeness of minho's presence in these scenarios, how he would look wearing the uniform she has to wear every day, or if it was because, greater than this hatred was the restless desire that maybe, just maybe, lee minho wasn't exactly how she imagined he was.

but she knew it was impossible for that to be real. it was impossible because minho had only shown her his true personality, so she knew her like no one else.

the anger heats up until it cools down and settles in the throat like a stone, accompanied by a feeling of disgust. despite the considerable efforts she had made, her second-place name on the huge ranking list at the entrance to the school screamed in her face that they hadn't been enough. and the damn name of minho was above hers. she could only feel disgust. disgusted because of him? it was no longer a surprise to anyone. however, the disgust she felt was mostly directed at herself. she should have studied harder, spent more late nights studying until her hand ached and her eyes burned with exhaustion.

but now it was too late, and his failure was exposed to all who walked those halls. the feeling of dismay followed her, like a constant shadow, reminding her that her expectations were not met and that she had lost the opportunity to win.

as soon as she turned to flee to the classroom for her first class of the day, she saw minho walking towards the panel, eyes glazed over the top to see who had won, who had gotten the best grade.

she didn't wait long to witness the look of satisfaction on his stupid face and soon she was stomping against the floor, a red fury circling her entire body and she didn't even consider taking a step to the side to avoid him, and she certainly didn't feel pity when she bumped into him with her shoulder, knocking him off balance slightly.

she only heard a scoff behind her but didn't even bother to turn around, however much she felt like it when she heard him whisper “you need to be tamed, jesus”

but, contrary to what one might imagine, no ghost of a smile appeared on minho's lips when he saw his name at the top. all he could think about was what it meant to have his name on top of all those others, a hierarchy. he imagined his father's satisfaction at seeing him do exactly what he'd demanded, a silent submission, a reminder that minho was just the son and that no matter how much he kicked and rebelled, his father would always win.

he felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

“minho" yongbok appeared beside him magically, as if he had materialized there. “i met professor choi on his way here and he asked me to give you your test and congratulated you on first place”

the sheet of paper that yongbok held out to minho made a wave of discomfort run down his spine, but he took it from his best friend's hand none the less.

he looks down at the sheet and looks at the shoulder where the girl had bumped into it on purpose for a few seconds, before the urge to rip the test in half takes over him. ripped it into a thousand pieces and threw it in the nearest garbage, leaving yongbok with a dumbfounded expression on his face.

he pointed at minho, then at the trash can, then at minho, then at the trash can.

“but… why?” he asked.

“it’s just a stupid test, yongie” he shrugged putting his hands in the pocket of his uniform pants and walking unbothered while some people congratulated him on his performance in the hall.

but yongbok didn't understand, so he chose to ask more.

“stupid? i thought you cared about that kind of thing”

“no, at least not now. i have other things keeping me up all night”

“i wonder who that is…” yongbok whispers and pushes the big glasses back into place with his finger.

“what was that?” minho asks suspiciously, having just heard rumbles coming from the friend. minho still can't quite catch the things he whispers when he doesn't want him to hear. it's a normal thing to happen within their friendship, yongbok doesn't know how to shut up and minho can't mature enough to leave his nosy lifestyle behind.

“do you want to go with me to the varsity basketball game on friday?” yongbok asks him as they walk through the noisy halls. minho never went to a basketball game with him in all their years of friendship because when minho didn't want to do something, nothing could make him do it, it didn't matter how much he loved his best friend.

but this time, unlike previous opportunities, minho had a real and concrete reason for not wanting to go. a person, to be precise. as he dragged his steps down the hall, he could see the blond boy approaching, standing out among the other bustling and noisy football players. a feeling of disgust that rose from his feet to his head in a matter of seconds took over his entire body, while yongbok, beside him, seemed mesmerized by the presence of the school's basketball team.

minho's eyes locked on the approaching figure. he had never noticed hwang hyunjin until he bloomed in his field of vision like a very insistent weed. apparently he was the only one who hadn't fallen into the hands of the undeniable charisma he didn't care to hide. for minho, beneath that charming smile and effortless charm, there's something about hyunjin that rubbed him the wrong way. he couldn't explain if it was a gratuitous animosity that resided in the back of his mind, but it was strong enough to make his breath get heavier every time he saw him.

his friend turns to him so quickly, minho wonders if he had a whiplash.

“please minhoooo” for a second he thinks that yongbok, the shy and withdrawn boy who never raised his hand to ask a classroom question in his life was going to kneel on the floor of the packed hallway and beg.

the group of basketball players passes by the two and the air in the hallway disappears for minho. hyunjin smiles at his friends without a care in the world as he hears one of them saying “hyunjin, your pitch was great! i've never seen anyone score that far from the basket!”, cheeks reddening a little at the cheers of his teammates.

minho's eyes travel between him and his friend a few times, until his expression suddenly darkens and he turns to yongbok. “calm down” he says, seeing his best friend's anxious expression. “no need to make a scandal out of it, i’ll go with you”

the words are bitter in his throat but yongbok opens a huge smile and it seems once again that he is going to throw himself on his knees in the corridor, this time to thank him, but minho doesn't give him time to do that and soon starts walking towards the classroom for their first class, lip between teeth and head away from where his feet were taking him.

y/n has never had an easy time functioning in crowded places, a bonus is when those (many) people are screaming like animals and squirming in their seats as if they were trying to keep from flying off their chairs.

her constant hesitation to enter the large gymnasium in the midst of all the revelry and excitement was constant throughout his journey from the cafe to school, under the slowly darkening sky, leaving a gentle farewell to the brightness of the day and giving way to night. her journey was longer than she thought it was going to be, partly because her shift had been increased by a few minutes and her insecurity forced her feet to walk more slowly, needless to say, she was obviously late.

but all roads lead to rome or whatever, and she's been staring at the entrance to the gym for the last few minutes as if, if she walked in, she would be consumed by it.

the screams that rang out to her from the other side, outside the party, were wild and just made her want to get as far away as she could and go seek comfort in the dark and lonely cubicle that was her home, but her feet remained rooted to the ground, neither going in nor leaving.

she just found the courage to put her hand on the doorknob because she remembered the message that hyunjin had sent her earlier: a photo of the place he had reserved specifically for her. it was a front row seat, the most privileged and coveted by those who genuinely enjoy that spectacle of sweaty men hitting each other and running like dogs after a ball.

the seat was the most apparent and she was late, hyunjin must have noticed. she just opened the door because of that. she didn't want to upset him and destabilize him in his most important game, and he really wanted her to be there, for some reason.

sea of screams and cheers hit her full on as soon as the door was opened and the exasperated sound of tennis shoes against the polished wood of the court floor showed that the game was already close. y/n walked quickly to the only empty seat right in front of the court, where there was a yellow sticky note with the word “RESERVED” written in large, shaky letters, staining the paper black.

she sat quickly, taking in every detail of what was going on around her. hyunjin's team was dressed in vibrant orange jerseys, while the rival school's team sported uniforms in a deep shade of dark blue. the players on hyunjin's team moved around the court with an almost choreographed precision, like roots in a perfectly rehearsed dance.

the ball did not remain for more than five seconds in the hands of a single player, passing quickly from one side to the other. it was a frenzy of intense contests, a relentless battle for control of the element that dictates the game. every possession was a source of palpable tension.

it wasn't hard to find hyunjin in the middle, the hair gave it away, vibrating as if it wanted to be seen, to draw attention. he had a focused look on his face, his feet moving him across the court with mastery, and for the first time, she could understand why he wanted so badly to devote his life to this. she definitely hadn't seen him with the same full of life eyes looking at the endless math worksheets.

the court came alive with every jump, every dribble and every accurate shot. energy pulsed through the air, enveloping everyone present, as excited fans applauded and cheered with each play behind her back. it was as if the game itself was a living entity with a life of its own.

in the blink of an eye the ball stops in hyunjin's hands. his eyes quickly scanned the opposing defense, looking for an opening, and with a dribble he was already heading towards the basket. his purposeful stride, hard against the floor, stopped abruptly and morphed into a jump, and at the apex of his rise, he reached out, releasing the ball in a perfect arc.

the entire gym exploded with joy as soon as the ball went into the basket. hyunjin returned to the floor with a smile and a heavy breath, and his gaze went directly to her chair, regretting y/n not having seen his move.

but she had already arrived and was right there.

y/n didn't scream or jump, but a discreet smirk and slow clapping was her celebration for her friend's point, and he was happy because that was the most he could get out of her in that situation. she found herself silently rooting for hyunjin and his team, even though she didn't want to admit it. she didn't want to budge on something she considered so silly, but they were friends now, weren't they? hyunjin had said they were, but his words that could very well be empty didn't make her discover what it was like to be friends with someone overnight, and as much as she imagined that the normal thing within a friendship was to share that kind of joy, the idea of opening herself up to someone still made her body tingle and her breath hitch.

but at that moment, where his teammates were ruffling her hair and congratulating him, she couldn't stop herself from clapping louder, only stopping when the game had returned to normal and the frantic rushing back and forth across the street square will return.

her attention, however, was stolen when her phone started to vibrate inside her purse, which was an unusual occurrence, giving that she almost never received messages.

she reached down to retrieve it from the bag that was on the floor beside her chair, and her breath caught in her throat when she saw the “ignore” contact texting.

ignore:

i need to talk to you

ignore:

it's about the study groups thing we have to prepare

her gaze goes up once more to the game, but the magic was gone, which was normal with anything that lee minho got into; for her, ruined. a wave of anger crept up her spine like a parasite. why did he have to send a message right now? it wasn't like she expected minho not to be an inconvenience in general, but she wasn't going to stop being irritated with him no matter how much his antics were awaited.

y/n:

i can't, i'm busy

the message was written with exasperated fingers, and quickly sent. but realized she had forgotten to add something.

y/n:

and don't text me anymore, i'll talk to you tomorrow morning

when she was about to put the phone back in her purse, the screen lit up again, revealing yet another message. she couldn't fight the instinct to ignore it and soon brought it close to her face once more.

ignore:

own, you'd rather i call than text and you're too embarrassed to admit it?

ignore:

if you want to hear my voice so badly, let's meet in the schoolyard to talk about what we have to do

her face heated with anger and embarrassment, even though she was never going to admit that he elicited any reaction from her that wasn't just hatred and disgust.

y/n:

i already told you i'm busy, minho, i know you can't help but be a pain in the ass 24/7 but now is not a good time, you'll have a lot of time to bother me tomorrow

her attention was snapped back to the game once more as the crowd roared, and apparently hyunjin had scored yet another point. he was smiling as he looked at her in the crowd and gave her a thumbs up, which she instinctively returned without thinking.

the messages stopped for a few minutes and she thought he had left her alone once and for all, but the shy vibration that indicated a new message made her huff and quickly bring the phone closer.

ignore:

i thought you really wanted to be student president, but i guess you just wanted the win, my mistake

ignore:

i'll have to do all of it by myself…

and now he was teasing her pride at his fingertips, and the anger she knew so well every time she interacted with or thought about him came on like a lightswitch.

minho knew he was pushing all the right buttons to piss her off, partly because of years of practice with everything to do with her and partly because he was looking at her, higher up in the bleachers, with a hawk's stare.

from the moment she had entered the court, his eyes had been irrevocably drawn to her, as if she were a walking magnet, and there they remained fixed for a long time. not even when Yongbok grabbed him by the arm, anticipating the basket the player was about to make, could he look away. it was so impossible to even imagine seeing her there, at a high school basketball game. however, what made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up was his theory about why she was there. the motive for that was inside the court, moving majestically across the polished floor with a cockiness that minho thought was all he could take in about him. y/n's eyes were glued to hyunjin's figure, and somewhere in his chest he swore that she was playing with his ego somehow, even though he didn't fully understand what that meant.

he was overcome by a brutally suffocating feeling and felt an unchanging urge that he needed to do something soon to break the gaze she was extending towards hyunjin. he needed it, it was almost vital, but if someone asked him why he would have nothing to answer, but he wasn't worried about his lack of motives, much less his thoughts about what it said about him and what he possibly felt for her instead of the insignificance and disdain he so pledged to feel.

he took the cell phone in a swift motion from the pocket of his uniform blazer and went straight to the contact list.

minho had lied the last time they'd seen each other, during the incident of sooyound locking them in the file room. he'd had her number for years, since begining of high school. it had been very difficult to get it and it really was a long journey, but when he got an idea in his head, he didn't give up easily. what if he wanted to start pestering through her on her phone too? what if she disappeared out of nowhere and never went to class again? what if he just wanted to talk to her? it was always good to be prepared, he told himself during the nights when he had trouble sleeping and he checked the list of contacts just to prove to himself that she was still there, that the contact hadn't been magically erased.

one day he had called her in the middle of the night, a year before, just to test if that number really belonged to her. it was two in the morning and the night was silent, so silent it was too loud for me, and sleep would not come to him at all, no matter how many times he tossed and turned in bed. the cell phone magically appeared in his hand and the contact was already open, curiosity bubbled in his chest and he didn't fight against it for a long time, pressing on top of the phone icon and quickly touching the cell phone to his ear.

the ringing noise seemed to go on forever, and minho was starting to get anxious. for a second, he was afraid that she would know he was the one calling and his fingers itched to hang up the call, but as soon as he moved the phone an inch away from his ear, the noise ceased and was replaced by silence.

"hello?" her voice is hoarse on the other end of the line, showing that she had just woken up.

minho's mouth opened slightly, wondering what to reply, but he stopped himself from letting any words escape his lips. perhaps, if he spoke, everything would be ruined, and a giant inexplicable fear rose in his chest.

“it’s 2 in the morning, what the hell...” he could hear her scoff, but it was in a different way from the scoffs she gave in his presence. she sounded more vulnerable, there was a fragility that seemed to echo in her very core. he was also vulnerable. he didn't know if it was the nocturnal silence that stripped him of his usual mask, the games and teasing that used to mark their interactions, but he did know that it was very different from anything he'd ever been through together with her.

“say something” she whispered on the other end of the line like an impatient but gentle plea. gentle was never a word he thought he could use with her, but all the others he could say fled his mind. the sound of her breathing echoed free as he held his to make as little sound as possible on his end of the line. “say something or i will hang up” she says, more determined but still nowhere near her usual attitude.

minho didn't say anything, he just took his hand slowly until it reached his face and covered his own mouth, pressing it. he knew he wouldn't say anything, but even so, he found it necessary to physically forbid himself, as if something was taking over him and he opened his mouth and said something he shouldn't.

she remained for a few more seconds that seemed eternal, only the sound of her breathing and some groans of tiredness for being woken up reached minho's ears, but he waited patiently to see what she would do.

“well, have a good night then” she said softly and minho brought his legs closer to his chest, curling up. “since you decided to call someone at 2 in the morning and not say anything…” she was stubborn no matter the situation. “don’t wake up anyone else with prank calls like you did right now” was the last thing he heard before the call was disconnected. if he was no longer able to sleep, the rest of his night was spent awake trying to imagine if what had happened had just been a hallucination in his head and, after that, he never dared to look at her contact again.

that is, until that moment.

he opened her contact and started sending her messages, messages where he feigned disdain but gulped as he wrote. when she looked away from the phone to look at hyunjin and give him a thumbs up that's when his patience was cut short and he let out a huff through his nose and sat on the edge of his seat, gripping his phone tightly.

“nice shot!” yongbok exclaimed, clapping his hands wildly to celebrate the school's lead in the game. it was only then that he realized that minho's body was turned sideways towards the court, not even watching the game, and after whispering a "what are you doing?" softly, his eyes followed the direction where his best friend was looking, and noticed the scene, where hyunjin was looking at her right after scoring his point and minho's knuckles turning white around the cell phone, which was open in a chat with a contact with the name “y/n”.

“what are you doing?” yongbok repeated it louder this time so that minho could hear. he didn't turn around to answer his friend, he just lowered his head and went back to looking at his cell phone and typing quickly.

“solving something” he answered simply.

minho, now without self-restraint, opted to openly tease her, joking about the fact that she won the election just to get a rise out of her. and he knew it had worked, because her shoulders hunched as she read what he'd written.

the typing symbol appeared, then disappeared, then appeared again and disappeared from view again. minho waited for her answer, tapping his foot impatiently on the floor.

y/n:

you have 1 minute and that's it

and her answer made a smile appear on his face, and when she started to rise discreetly from her chair, he quickly got to his feet and started to dodge the people sitting next to him, trying to get to her as quickly as possible.

y/n waited to get out of her chair in the middle of a play, while hyunjin wasn't looking, and made sure to leave her purse on top of the chair so he knew she didn't just leave. she walked discreetly to the entrance of the gym, and when she had passed through the door and was closing it, it was opened on the other side, where minho appeared right in front of her.

her breath shook as soon as she saw him, and he was panting as if he'd hurried to get to her. the realization that he too was watching the game and yet pestering her to talk to her made her even more uncomfortable, and she just took a step back to put distance between them and crossed her arms.

“1 minute, and don't abuse it” she turns around until she leans her back against the wall next to the door and looks at him with her head up and her nose in the air.

minho just took short steps until he stood in front of her, regaining the closeness she broke off, a huge gratification in getting her out of the gym that he couldn't explain.

“sooyoung spoke to me today, she said that we need to do full reports with all students who are interested in joining the tutoring group. i'll do one part and you'll do the other, then we'll put it all together when it's ready,” he says, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth that he can't quite control.

"is that it?" she asked in disbelief. “is that the only reason you were bugging me nonstop?”

"me?" he chuckled and also crossed his arms, mimicking her. “bugging you? what are you talking about, y/n? i was just talking to you, it's not my fault you get so rilled up every time you talk to me"

she rolled her eyes and stepped away from the wall, taking a small step towards him and looking him in the eyes.

"is that it?"

the proximity made minho stop for a few seconds, just looking back at her, thinking of something to reply to her. time passed slowly and he only awoke from his trance and looked away when a wave of cheers erupted in the gym and escaped through the thin door beside them. he swallows hard and takes a micro step back, backing up slightly.

“that was it” he whispers without any jokes or comebacks, because during all that time nothing came to his mind except the memory of the day he called her in the middle of the night, as if that memory that had been kept for so long had been unlocked into his brain without further ado.

she snorts with a know-it-all look and tries to circle him to make her way back to the gym, but an anxiety creeps up his spine and he unconsciously steps to the side and places himself in front of her once more. she stops in her step so she doesn't bump into him and looks up at him again, confused by his sudden movement.

“what the hell, minh-” before she could finish the sentence, the door next to them bursts open, and hwang hyunjin, breathing quickly for air, appears in their field of vision.

hyunjin looks at y/n and opens a smile the size of the universe and doesn't even notice minho's presence, and even after noticing, he doesn't care.

“y/n!” he exclaims, walking up to the two. "where have you been? you missed the endgame!”

he grabs her by the shoulders and pulls her out of minho's way.

“oh…” she starts to say, shame rising in her chest. she gives minho an angry look, before turning her attention to her friend once more. “i’m sorry, i…”

“we won!” hyunjin exclaims and the hands on her shoulders yanked her forward as he led her back into the gym. “let's go celebrate! you left your bag in there too, didn't you?"

the door closes, leaving minho alone in the night breeze. he gives in to the uncontrollable urge to bring his hands to his face and press them hard against his eyes, wondering what the fuck has been wrong with him lately, and why the shoulders that were relaxed before in her brief presence are tense, once again.

stay tuned for chapter 15! new chapters (almost) every sunday ☆

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