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diorsdolliest · 5 days ago

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𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒; min ho

summary: y/n is heartbroken after being stood up on valentine’s day, but when min ho confesses his feelings, she begins to question everything she thought she knew about him—and herself.

warnings: N/A

word count: 2798

VALENTINE’S DAY WAS THE WORST !

every year, you swore it wouldn't bother you.

and every year, you watched your friends get grand gestures, love confessions, and sweet surprises while you got... nothing.

you saw it in the way yuri's eyes lit up when juliana asked her to be her valentine, the way they looked at each other like the rest of the world didn't exist.

you wanted that.

no—you needed it.

too bad you didn't have a boyfriend. or anyone remotely interested in you.

and as if that wasn't bad enough, kitty refused to let it go.

"kitty, just face it—i'm never getting a valentine. i've accepted it, why can't you?" you sighed dramatically, flopping onto the couch.

kitty, ever the optimist, shook her head. "i'm a matchmaker, y/n! someone out there would be so lucky to have you."

before you could respond, the dorm door swung open.

and, of course, it had to be him.

min ho.

he took one look at you and scoffed. "do you have to be here?" his accent curled around each syllable, laced with irritation.

you rolled your eyes. "yes, i do. if you have a problem with it—frankly, i don't care."

his jaw ticked. "shocking."

"god, you are so insufferable," you shot back, shifting to face kitty instead. "anyway, what's your plan for valentine's?"

at the mention of it, kitty's expression faltered. "nothing, i guess. dae hasn't asked me or anything yet."

you gasped. "excuse me?"

kitty shrugged. "he probably will, i just—"

"if he doesn't, we're having a girls' night," you decided, already springing to your feet. "just us, old 2000s rom-coms, and—"

your eyes flickered toward the kitchen. without thinking, you strode over and snatched the freshly popped popcorn min ho had just made.

he turned slowly, gaze darkening. "put. that. back."

you smirked, tossing a piece into your mouth. "make me."

for a second, neither of you moved.

min ho stepped closer, his presence overwhelming as he stared you down. "you're so annoying, you know that?" his voice was lower now, quieter.

your heart kicked up—whether from irritation or something else, you refused to acknowledge.

"and yet," you popped another piece into your mouth, "you're still standing here."

his eyes flicked to your lips for half a second.

you blinked.

before you could react, you turned on your heel and skipped back to kitty, plopping down beside her.

"i'm sure dae will ask me, though... right?" kitty asked, her voice hopeful.

you forced yourself to focus, nudging her playfully. "of course he will. he loves you."

but as you spoke, you could feel min ho's stare burning into you from across the room.

and for some reason, you didn't hate it.

a week later, you were caught completely off guard.

jaehyun—a boy you barely spoke to—approached you in the courtyard, a single rose in his hand and a box of chocolates tucked under his arm.

your first reaction was to laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. “me?”

jaehyun grinned, nodding as he stepped closer, the faint scent of cologne lingering in the air. “y/n y/l/n, will you be my valentine?”

you blinked, glancing around like this was some kind of joke. but there were no snickering friends hiding nearby, no cameras pointed at you for some cruel prank.

just him, holding out the chocolates, slipping the rose behind your ear with careful fingers.

and for once, for the first time ever, you felt chosen. wanted.

a slow smile spread across your lips. “yeah, i will.”

jaehyun smirked before walking off, his friends clapping him on the back.

you watched him go, your heart thrumming in your chest, warmth blooming in your stomach. then, clutching the chocolates, you spun around and ran back to your dorm, excitement bubbling over.

for the first time, valentine’s day wasn’t something to dread.

it was something for you.

february 14th.

you spent an hour getting ready, carefully picking out your outfit, fixing your hair, and perfecting your makeup.

by the time you arrived at the restaurant, you were practically glowing, heart hammering with anticipation.

you found your table and sat down, smoothing your dress.

the waiter came over, pen poised over his notepad. "would you like to order?"

you shook your head, smiling. "oh, i'm waiting for my date. he'll be here soon."

the waiter nodded and walked away.

you checked your phone. no messages.

he's probably just running late.

thirty minutes passed. you were still sitting there, hands folded neatly in your lap, foot tapping against the floor.

an hour.

the waiter returned with a hesitant look. "would you like to order something while you wait?"

your stomach churned. "no... i think he'll be here soon."

you pulled out your phone, hesitated, then finally texted him.

no response.

you clicked on his profile.

blocked.

your breath hitched.

the realization crashed over you like a wave, drenching you in humiliation.

he wasn't coming.

two hours later, you ran out of the restaurant, the cold night air biting at your tear-streaked cheeks as you rushed to kitty's dorm.

the moment you reached the door, it swung open.

min ho.

you froze.

his gaze flickered over you, taking in the trembling shoulders, the ruined makeup, the way you clutched your arms around yourself like you were trying to hold the pieces together.

and then his expression shifted.

the teasing smirk he usually wore was gone. instead, his brows furrowed, lips parting slightly as he took a step forward.

you didn't give him the chance to speak. you shoved past him, storming into the room and collapsing onto the couch, burying your face in your hands.

min ho followed, shutting the door behind him.

silence.

then, the rustling of fabric as he moved closer.

the couch dipped beside you.

you flinched, immediately shifting away from him. "if you have something to say, i don't want to hear it!" your voice cracked, betraying you.

min ho exhaled, and when he spoke again, his voice was softer. "y/l/n... what happened?"

his tone. you weren't used to it. not from him. it wasn't condescending, wasn't laced with the usual irritation. it was something else.

something dangerous.

something that made your walls tremble.

you shook your head, wiping the fresh tears that spilled down your cheeks. "it's nothing."

min ho didn't move. "you look like you just had the worst night of your life. tell me."

you swallowed the lump in your throat.

for a moment, you considered shutting him out.

but then his eyes locked onto yours—deep, searching, unwavering—and suddenly, everything poured out.

"i was asked out by this guy," you whispered.

"jaehyun. and he—he asked me to be his valentine, and i thought, for once, someone actually wanted me. and then he stood me up." your voice broke on the last word.

"he blocked me."

the weight of it hit you all over again, a fresh wave of embarrassment and hurt crashing down. your chest tightened as more tears slipped down your face, shoulders shaking.

min ho was silent.

then, before you could react, he reached for you—his hands gripping your wrists, gently pulling them away from your face.

and then he did something you never expected.

he pulled you in.

your breath hitched as you crashed against his chest, his arms wrapping around you, warm and secure and safe.

the shock nearly knocked the air out of your lungs, but the moment his hand slid up to cradle the back of your head, the dam inside you broke completely.

you sobbed into his shoulder, hands clutching at the fabric of his hoodie. "i feel so stupid," you choked out.

min ho tensed. "you're not stupid."

you shook your head, unable to stop the spiral. "i just—i wanted it so badly. i wanted to feel special. but i guess i'm just—"

"don't."

his voice was firm.

you blinked up at him, sniffling.

min ho exhaled sharply, his grip tightening. "you are so much more than what that asshole saw you as. he's an idiot. he's a coward. and he just lost the chance to be with someone beautiful, talented, annoyingly stubborn—"

you let out a watery laugh.

"—and actually gives a shit about people," min ho finished. his voice lowered. "you deserve more than that. so much more."

you swallowed hard, your heart pounding.

it wasn't just what he was saying.

it was how he was saying it.

the way his gaze flickered down to your lips for half a second before snapping back up to your eyes.

the way his fingers curled slightly like he had to stop himself from holding you closer.

the way he was looking at you.

like he was realizing something.

like maybe he should've been the one to ask you first.

your breath caught in your throat.

min ho must've realized how close you were because he cleared his throat, quickly pulling back—but not before his fingers lingered for a second longer than they needed to.

you stared at him, your heart hammering against your ribs.

he let out a shaky breath, running a hand through his hair. "you should get some rest," he muttered. "you look exhausted."

you shook your head, wiping your cheeks. "stay with me, please." you looked down, avoiding his eyes.

min ho went completely still.

you didn't dare move, didn't even breathe as the weight of your words hung in the air between you.

stay with me, please.

you hadn't meant for it to come out so desperate, so raw. but now it was out there, and there was no taking it back.

his breath was slow, measured—like he was carefully choosing his next move.

then, without a word, he leaned back into the couch, his body still tense, but he didn't leave.

"i'm not gonna leave you alone like this," he murmured, voice quieter now.

you nodded, but you didn't look at him. couldn't.

because if you did, you knew you'd break all over again.

the silence stretched between you, heavy and suffocating. the only sound was your shaky breathing, the occasional sniffle as you wiped at your cheeks.

and then—just barely—you felt it.

min ho's fingers, brush against yours.

a hesitation.

a pause.

and then he held them.

not in the way a friend would. not in the way someone offering comfort should.

his grip was warm, steady—but his thumb traced over your knuckles, slow and deliberate, sending a shiver down your spine.

your breath hitched.

what is he doing?

min ho cleared his throat, but he didn't let go. "you're such an idiot."

your head snapped up, eyes narrowing. "excuse me?"

he let out a short, bitter laugh, shaking his head.

his grip on your hand tightened for half a second before he finally let go, dragging his fingers through his hair in frustration.

"i mean, really, y/n?" he muttered.

"some guy gives you a rose and suddenly you think you're in some fairytale romance? you actually believed he—" min ho cut himself off, jaw tightening.

he looked away, breathing heavily through his nose.

you stared at him, something in your chest twisting. "why do you care so much?"

his head snapped back to you, eyes burning. "because it's you."

the room went deathly silent.

you barely had time to process before min ho was speaking again, voice lower, rougher. "do you have any idea how fucking frustrating it is to watch you chase after people who don't deserve you? to see you get your hopes up just to end up crying like this?"

your throat tightened. "min ho—"

"i would never do that to you," he interrupted, his voice breaking slightly.

"i would never make you feel like you're not enough. and you—" he huffed out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. "you don't even see me, do you?"

you froze.

your pulse pounded in your ears as you stared at him, at the way his chest rose and fell unevenly, the way his hands clenched into fists like he was trying to hold himself together.

like this confession had been clawing its way out of him for way too long.

"...what?" your voice was barely above a whisper.

min ho let out a sharp exhale like he'd already said too much. but then his eyes locked onto yours, and something in them shifted.

screw it.

he surged forward, his face just inches from yours. "i like you, okay?" he muttered, the words dripping with frustration, desperation, something dangerous.

"i have liked you. and it's driving me insane watching you throw yourself at guys who don't even know how lucky they are to have your attention."

your lips parted, but no words came out.

min ho's jaw tensed, his eyes flickering between yours, searching—waiting.

for what, you didn't know.

for you to push him away?

to laugh in his face?

you didn't.

instead, you did the only thing you could do.

you reached for his hand again, gripping it tightly in yours. and this time, he was the one who sucked in a sharp breath.

"say it again," you whispered.

his brows furrowed slightly, his voice barely above a breath. "what?"

you swallowed, heart hammering against your ribs. "say it again."

min ho's fingers curled around yours. his voice was quieter this time, but just as intense.

"i like you."

you could barely think. barely breathe.

but then min ho leaned in, so close that his lips ghosted over your cheek, lingering there for a heartbeat too long.

his breath was warm against your skin, his grip on your hand tightening like he was grounding himself.

his voice dropped even lower, barely a whisper.

"...and i'm so fucking tired of pretending i don't."

you didn't move.

didn't breathe.

min ho's confession hung between you, thick and suffocating, as if the weight of it alone could crush you.

his breath was warm against your skin, his grip on your hand firm—like he was daring you to pull away, begging you not to.

but you couldn't.

your heart pounded so loudly you swore he could hear it.

every nerve in your body was on edge, hyper-aware of him—the heat of his body so close to yours, the tension radiating off of him like an electric current.

you forced yourself to swallow. "min ho..."

his name came out weaker than you intended, barely more than a whisper.

he pulled back just enough to look at you, his brows furrowed, his lips parted slightly like he was preparing for the worst.

like he expected you to shut him down.

and maybe you should've.

maybe you should've laughed it off, teased him, acted like this was some sick joke—because what other explanation was there?

this was min ho.

min ho, who bickered with you like it was a second language.

min ho, who always had something sarcastic to say, acted like he barely tolerated you most of the time.

min ho, who was right here, so close you could feel every breath he took.

"i—" you swallowed again, voice barely steady. "you can't just say things like that."

his jaw tightened. "why not?"

"because..." you hesitated, your grip on his hand loosening, but he didn't let go.

because it would change everything.

because it was easier to keep pretending.

because if you let yourself believe him—if you let yourself hope—you wouldn't survive it if he took it back.

min ho exhaled sharply, his frustration barely contained. "you really don't get it, do you?"

you blinked at him, heat rushing to your cheeks. "get what?"

"that i see you." his voice was quieter now, raw in a way that made your stomach twist.

"i see all of you, y/n. not just the part that laughs too loudly, or the part that annoys the shit out of me daily. i see the part that cries when no one's looking. the part that wants so badly to be chosen—" he broke off, shaking his head.

"and it pisses me off that you don't even realize you already are."

your breath hitched.

min ho's gaze flickered between your eyes, your lips, and back to your eyes.

his fingers twitched like he wanted to touch you again, but something was holding him back.

you.

you were holding both of you back.

you squeezed your eyes shut, your pulse thrumming wildly against your skin. "min ho, i don't—"

"tell me you don't feel it." his voice was low, almost desperate. "tell me i'm wrong."

you opened your mouth, ready to deny it. to throw up your defenses, to make this easier.

but nothing came out.

because you did feel it.

you felt it in the way your chest tightened whenever he was near.

in the way his absence left a void, you hated to acknowledge.

in the way, his touch, his words, and his presence sent something sharp and terrifying through you.

you felt it.

and min ho knew.

his lips parted like he was about to say something else—one final push to make you admit what was already written all over your face.

but then, a sharp knock sounded on the door.

you jumped.

min ho jerked back slightly, his grip on your hand loosening for the first time. the moment shattered the intensity between you dissipating like smoke.

the door creaked open, and kitty's voice rang out.

"oh—uh, am i... interrupting something?"

your head snapped up, your breath still uneven.

min ho let out a slow exhale, running a hand through his hair, forcing his expression back into something unreadable.

"no." his voice was flat, distant.

"nothing at all."

liar.

he shot you one last look before standing up, jaw tight.

then he walked out, leaving you alone on the couch, pulse still racing, heart still pounding, and everything left unsaid.

pt 2 - all i really want is you

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diorsdolliest · 4 days ago

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𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔; min ho

summary: in this intense romance, y/n and min ho, both struggling with fear and hesitation, confront their undeniable chemistry in a private moment that leads to a passionate kiss, marking the beginning of an emotionally charged relationship as they finally embrace what they’ve both been too afraid to admit. (pt. 2 to roses)

warnings: mention of making out

word count: 2120

AS YOU WATCHED MIN HO WALK OUT YOU HAD ONE OF TWO DECISIONS TO MAKE !

you weren't going to let him walk away this time.

the second min ho stepped out of the dorm, you were already on your feet, heart pounding in your chest.

before you could even second-guess yourself, you were chasing after him.

he felt it.

you knew he did.

and if you didn't confront it now, it was going to drive you mad.

"min ho," you called out.

he didn't stop.

you quickened your pace, frustration creeping in. "min ho—"

"go back inside, y/n." his voice was cold, clipped, nothing like it had been just minutes ago.

no.

you weren't going to let him shut down on you.

you grabbed his wrist, gripping it tightly. "no."

he turned to face you, his expression unreadable. "what?"

you glanced around, heart pounding in your ears.

the hallway was too open, too exposed. anyone could hear you, and you needed privacy.

without thinking, you yanked him toward the nearest supply closet, flinging the door open and shoving him inside.

"y/n—"

before he could protest, you slipped in after him and slammed the door shut.

darkness.

the only light was a faint sliver from the hallway, barely illuminating the cramped space. shelves lined one wall, stocked with blankets and cleaning supplies.

it was too intimate, too close—but you didn't care.

min ho exhaled sharply, leaning back against the door. "are you serious?"

"yes," you snapped, your chest heaving. "because we need to talk."

"there's nothing to talk about." his voice was forced, his body tense.

you stepped closer, the confined space leaving barely any room between you. "bullshit."

min ho inhaled sharply as you moved into his space, your chin tilting up to glare at him.

his adam's apple bobbed, lips parted as if he was about to say something—before they pressed into a firm line.

"you don't get to just say all that," you continued, your voice trembling slightly, "and then walk away."

his jaw clenched. "i didn't leave—"

"yes, you did!" your frustration boiled over. "you dropped that confession like a bomb, and then walked away like it meant nothing."

his eyes darkened. "isn't that what you wanted?"

you froze.

min ho let out a humorless laugh. "you weren't exactly jumping at the chance to say anything back, y/n."

you swallowed hard, pulse racing. "because i—i didn't know what to say."

min ho scoffed, shaking his head. "right."

you wanted to hit him. or kiss him. or both.

instead, you shoved at his chest, frustration burning through you. "you can't just drop something like that on me, min ho! you can't look at me like that and—"

"like what?" he challenged, stepping forward.

you instinctively backed up, the shelves pressing against your back.

min ho moved closer, his hands bracing against the wood on either side of your head, trapping you in.

your breath caught.

"like what, y/n?" his voice dropped, rough and dangerous. his scent—clean, warm, unmistakably him—wrapped around you, clouding your thoughts.

you swallowed hard, fingers trembling. "like—like you want me."

his lips parted, a sharp inhale escaping him.

then, ever so slightly, he leaned in.

"maybe that's because i do."

your entire body locked up.

min ho's gaze flickered to your lips, lingering there for a heartbeat too long.

the air between you was charged, thick with something neither of you could fight anymore.

you exhaled shakily, every nerve in your body heightened by how close he was, how easily he could close the space between you.

"say something," he murmured. his voice was softer now, almost vulnerable.

you licked your lips, heart racing. "i don't know how."

min ho's brows furrowed, his breath uneven. "then tell me to leave."

your hands clenched into fists.

"tell me you don't want this," he challenged, lips barely an inch from yours. "tell me, and i swear i'll go."

but you couldn't.

because it would be a lie.

and from the way min ho's expression shifted—the way his eyes searched yours, desperate, hopeful—he already knew.

you sucked in a shaky breath, your chest rising and falling rapidly. "min ho..."

his fingers twitched against the shelf, like he was using every ounce of restraint not to touch you. "tell me, y/n."

instead, you reached for him.

fingers curling into his hoodie, your voice barely a whisper.

"don't go."

min ho let out a shaky exhale—and then he moved.

one moment, you were standing there, every nerve in your body on edge, and the next—

his hands cupped your face, warm and firm, tilting your head up. his lips hovered over yours, so close you could feel his breath ghosting over your skin.

but he didn't kiss you.

not yet.

instead, he rested his forehead against yours, fingers tightening around your jaw like he was still waiting for permission, still waiting for you.

your breath stuttered.

your hands fisted into his hoodie, grounding yourself, confirming he was real.

"are you going to run away again?" you whispered, voice barely steady.

min ho let out a breathless laugh, his thumb brushing against your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine.

"not a chance."

and then—finally—he kissed you.

the kiss was everything and nothing like you expected.

min ho's lips were soft, but his kiss wasn't. it was desperate, like he'd been holding this in for far too long, like he was afraid you'd slip through his fingers if he didn't act now.

your hands tightened in his hoodie, your body instinctively pressing into his. he let out a frustrated exhale against your lips—like he wanted more but was holding himself back.

the tension snapped.

but just as quickly as it started, you pulled away.

your chest heaved, lips tingling, your heart a mess.

min ho's eyes were heavy-lidded, his breathing ragged as he stared at you like you'd just turned his world upside down.

maybe you had.

you swallowed, voice barely a whisper. "we... shouldn't have done that."

min ho's expression flickered—just a moment, just enough for you to notice—before his usual mask slipped back into place.

"right," he muttered, stepping back, jaw tightening. "of course."

your stomach twisted.

you didn't mean it.

not really.

but panic surged through you.

this was min ho—the same min ho who had spent months teasing you, acting like you were just a nuisance in his life.

now he was kissing you like he needed you?

it didn't make sense.

min ho scoffed, shaking his head. "i should've seen this coming."

your eyes snapped to him, heart still racing. "what the hell does that mean?"

"it means," he said, voice sharp, "that i was dumb enough to think—maybe—you felt the same way."

his words knocked the air from your lungs.

you opened your mouth, but no sound came out.

wasn't that the problem? that you did feel the same way? that you didn't know what to do with it?

"i—"

min ho scoffed again. "save it, y/n."

he turned for the door, reaching for the handle.

panic surged through you. "wait—"

min ho froze, his back still to you.

you inhaled sharply. "you can't just... walk away."

"why not?" his voice was cold now, distant, the exact opposite of the min ho who had held you like you were fragile just moments ago.

you hesitated. "because i—"

you what?

liked him? wanted him? needed him?

min ho exhaled sharply. "that's what i thought."

and then he was gone, slipping through the door, leaving you standing in the cramped closet, your heart still thundering.

the second min ho walked out, something inside you snapped.

you couldn't let him leave. not like this.

your heart was still racing, your lips still tingling from his kiss, his touch, the way he'd held you like you mattered. now, because of your own fear, he was walking away.

before you could talk yourself out of it, you blurted it out.

"i want you."

min ho froze.

the words hung in the air, heavy and irreversible.

seconds felt like hours.

slowly, min ho turned.

his expression was unreadable, lips parted, eyes locking onto yours with a intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

"what did you say?" his voice was barely a whisper, unsure if he'd imagined it.

your throat went dry.

but you couldn't back down now.

"i want you, min ho."

something flickered in his expression—dangerous, unguarded.

min ho sucked in a slow breath, stepping forward, and suddenly the distance between you disappeared.

"say it again," he murmured, voice rougher.

you swallowed, your chest tight, aware of how close he was. "i want you, min ho moon."

min ho's jaw tightened, fingers twitching like he was fighting the urge to pull you into him. "then why the hell did you act like you didn't?"

you exhaled shakily. "because i was scared."

his eyes darkened. "of what?"

"of this." you gestured between you, frustration creeping into your voice. "of us. of what it means."

min ho let out a bitter laugh. "you think i'm not scared?"

you blinked.

he ran a hand through his hair, exhaling. "you drive me insane, y/n. i've spent so much time pretending i didn't care, pushing it down... but it never stops. i see you, and suddenly, i can't think straight."

your breath hitched.

min ho stepped closer, voice quieter, more vulnerable. "so yeah, i'm scared, too. but the difference is—i want this. i want you. if you feel the same way, you need to stop running."

your heart pounded.

because he was right.

you'd spent so much time fighting this, fighting him, when the truth had been staring you in the face all along.

you didn't just want min ho.

you needed him.

so, finally, you stopped thinking.

you grabbed his hoodie, pulled him down, and kissed him like your life depended on it.

min ho let out a sharp breath, surprised, but the moment your lips met his, all hesitation vanished.

his hands immediately found your waist, pulling you closer like he couldn't bear the distance between you.

the kiss was desperate, frantic, like he was trying to make up for lost time.

his fingers curled into your shirt as if needing something to hold onto.

when you pulled away, breathless and lightheaded, min ho rested his forehead against yours.

"say it one more time," he murmured, voice low and wrecked.

you smiled, hands still gripping his hoodie.

"i want you."

and this time, there was no hesitation.

the world outside that closet didn't matter anymore.

it was only min ho, and only you.

your heart still raced, every nerve alive with anticipation.

his fingers tangled in your shirt, pulling you closer, and for the first time, you weren't scared. you weren't questioning yourself.

this was real.

this was happening.

min ho's lips were on yours again, deeper this time, urgent, like you were both absorbing every ounce of this moment you'd both been too afraid to face.

his mouth moved against yours with a raw, desperate hunger.

and you kissed him back just as fiercely, hands trailing up to his neck, pulling him closer, feeling the heat of his body against yours.

his hands slipped under your shirt, caressing your bare skin, sending shivers down your spine.

you gasped into the kiss, your stomach flipping with every touch.

min ho deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against yours, asking for permission you didn't hesitate to give.

you opened up to him, and the moment his tongue met yours, everything else disappeared.

it was just him.

just you.

he pulled you into him, backing you against the shelves, trapping you between the cold wood and his warmth. his hands gripped your hips, lifting you, pressing you against him, like he couldn't get close enough.

his lips trailed down your neck, and you gasped softly, tilting your head back as his kisses marked your skin.

"min ho..." you whispered his name like a prayer, tugging him back to your lips.

the kiss deepened, more frantic, desperate, because you both knew this moment would change everything.

you felt his heart pounding against yours, felt how desperately you both needed this.

finally, when you pulled apart, breathless and dazed, min ho pressed his forehead against yours, his hand cupping your cheek, as if to reassure himself this was real.

"be mine, y/n," he murmured, voice rough. "i don’t want to let you go."

you smiled. "you’re mine."

and with that, words no longer mattered.

you both knew what came next.

“happy valentine’s.” you whispered to min ho before going back into his dorm to talk to kitty.

a/n !

HAI! i’m gonna be so real i never planned on making a pt 2 but since i saw some ppl liked it i decided to write an update.

i hope its good because most pt 2s aren’t but hopefully!! please like, comment, and repost! ilysm 😻 - xoxo, nova

tags: @munsonsquinn | @bluesmithereens