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𝙖/𝙣: ooooooffff this one was ROUGH :3, @hetashi-takashimaya-apollos-kid happy birthday!! i hope you like this one haha :D

𝙩/𝙬: rough rough rough AHHIE DONT READ THIS, pinning

𝒍𝒆𝒆: minho

𝙡𝙚𝙧: seungmin, jisung, jeongin

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

The three boys pounced, Jisung cackling as he tackled the captain to the floor, the two others pulling his arms above his head. 

Minho gasped and bucked around, just to shriek out a plea for mercy as Seungmin took a seat on his ankles while Felix sat on his arms, resting the eldest’s head on his lap. 

“Yeah, yeah. We managed to overpower you.” Jisung made a move to get off of the captain’s waist, much to the other soon-to-be lers’ surprise. 

“Where are you going?” Felix questioned. “Um…what are you guys doing?” Jisung retorted. “We’re gonna wreck him, why’re you leaving, come help us!” Seungmin yelled. “He’s not ticklish!” Jisung waved his hand nonchalantly.  

“Oh hoho boy, you have no idea, do you?” Seungmin sighed, pulling the quokka back by the ankle and seating him on Minho’s legs, much to the captain’s dismay. 

Seungmin straddled the older’s waist, cooing at the way Minho squeaked at the movement.  

“Okay, come here, let me show you all the ways to get him screaming~” Seungmin chuckled lowly, and Minho sealed his lips, cheeks crimson.  

A singular finger tracing up his side was enough to make him flinch; the captain knew he was done for. 

Embarrassment creeped up Minho’s neck to his ears as Jisung watched him with everlasting curiousity, eyes gleaming with fondness as Seungmin cooed at him again. 

“Seungmin, stop this! I am your captain, of course I’m not tickl—AAH!!” Minho squealed when a single finger poked his armpit, a smile on his face betraying him. 

Seungmin leaned closer to his ear, whispering something in the older boy’s ear that made him so red that even Felix began to tease him. 

“This is gonna tickle sooo badly for you, isn’t it? Imagine, Jisungie, watching you laugh your cute little head off with that little weakness of yours. You may be the captain, but now I’m calling the shots, got it? And I’m not stopping till you’re begging~”

Minho squeaked, face burning a bright red. Jisung watched in awe as Seungmin managed to unravel the stoic captain with just his words, while his fingers gently traced Min’s sides with every word, a gentle reminder of what’s to come. 

“Okay, Jisungie, first you wanna get him to at least stop denying that he’s ticklish. I know you thought he wasn’t, but trust me, he’s one of the most sensitive people ever, you just gotta break that initial shyness, you know?” Felix instructed, hands suddenly moving to the kitten’s armpits and scribbling gently, causing Minho to arch his back with a restrained yelp, eyes squeezing shut with a grin on his face. 

“You’re so cute…now tickle tickle tickle, hyunggg~” Seungmin teased, hands suddenly moving to his sides and digging in roughly. 

Minho gasped, the finger inching closer and closer to his belly button. 

“You’re not ticklish here, are you?” Seungmin asked in mock confusion and curiousity, finger swirling around the area, the same way Minho had done to Jisung the first time he had arrived on the ship.  

Hannie could feel his face start to burn at the memory, suddenly excusing himself to run to Minho’s room. He had an idea. 

By the time he returned, Minho still hadn’t broken, although his ears signalled that he couldn’t last much longer. 

Seungmin waited with a smirk until Jisung’s eyes were trained on the captain again, Minho pleading desperately with his eyes. It was all fruitless, however, it never stopped Minnie from beginning to absolutely ruin the older. 

“Mmmmmmmmm—NOOOOHOHOHO SEHEUNGMIN LEHEHEHET ME GOHOHO YOU BRAT!!” Minho exploded into laughter as the finger slipped into his sensitive belly button all the same. 

Jisung watched in shock as Felix began to join in gleefully, the two boys’ hands moving so fast across the captain’s torso that the kitten was having trouble breathing through his laughter. 

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE OHOHO MY GAHAHAHAA—NOHO LET GOHO AHAHAHAGHHH!!” Minho twisted away, tears already beginning to line his eyelashes. 

Jisung stared, eyes watching as the two lers picked him apart, finding familiar spots to make the captain squeal and twist side to side.  

“FUHUHUHUHUCK YOU SEHEHEHEUNGMINN!!” Minho swore, twisting and trying to contain his laughter, just to break down yet again into uncontrollable mirth as Felix aimed at another spot.  

“Oh wooowww…you’re a real glutton for punishment, huh, captain?” Seungmin scoffed, hands moving to the elder’s hips. 

That’s when Min began to beg. “Wait…wahahait…I’m sorry—just please, don’t touch me!” He yelped as a singular poke made its way to the area. 

Jisung noted how Felix silently continued his work, not the type to tease until his lees went red, however Seungmin seemed to be the polar opposite. 

Seungmin called Jisung over to sit on the elder’s legs, and Minho shrieked for mercy. 

Mong grabbed his hips with his hands, suddenly kneading into the space with his thumbs in the captain’s hollows while the rest of his fingers dug deep into Min’s v-line. 

Jisung was almost thrown off with how hard the cat bucked, a high-pitched scream shooting from his lips as he jolted away from the puppy’s touch. 

“NUHUH-UH!! SEUNGMIN, DONT YOU FUCKING DAAAAARE —AAHAHHAAHAHAAA!’” Minho absolutely lost it, thrashing around hysterically. 

Another wail ripped from his throat as Jisung experimentally squeezed at his thighs. 

“NONONONO! AHAHAHAHAHAH! WAAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHP!! STOP STAHAP STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAP!” 

“Who knew the captain was so sensitive?~” Seungmin cooed, although Minho was too hysterical to really pay attention to whatever nonsense they were spewing. 

“YOU MOHTHERFUHUCKER! STAHAHAHAHAHAP! ILL-KILL-YOU!” Min shrieked. 

“Now you’re just being real impossible, hyung.” Felix sighed, shifting his hands from the kitten’s armpits to his ribs instead, startling at the instantaneous reaction.  

“WAIT! WAITWAITWAIT-!"

Felix grinned. “Scoooorreee!!”

Seungmin followed by dipping a very familiar hooked tool into Minho’s belly button, and a flash of familiarity caught the boy off guard as Jisung smirked. “This is my revenge.”

Minho threw his head back and arched his spine, a desprate, gravely scream forcing itself out of him before he frustratedly squealed at the pure amount of hands, the overwhelming sensations reducing him to an absolute mess on the floor of the deck. He didn’t even want to know how many of his crewmates could probably hear him losing his mind right now. 

“OKAHAHAHAHAHHAAAY!! OKAHAHAY OKAY OKAY OKAY WAHAHAIT WAIT!! STOP—STOP—STAAAAHAAAAHHAP!! IHIM SAHAHARRYY!!” Minho wailed. 

Jisung teasingly moved his hands towards the captain’s legs, throwing off the older’s shoes. 

Through his tearful laughter, Minho saw his life flash before his eyes. “WAIT!! IHIHIHIHIHI—ISAIDIWASSOHORRY!!” 

“I know, but you might need it to sink in a bit more, dontcha think?” Seungmin grinned evilly. The second those cruel, cruel hands descended onto his poor soles, he was done for. 

He wailed and apologized, cursed and thrashed, but none of it was enough. 

“WOAAH—AAAAAAHHHH!!” And his laughter was gone, mind rolling and tears practically streaming down his cheeks. 

Minho was a mess, shirt and hair completely tousled and eyes tearing up almost painfully. 

He mustered enough breath to scream out a desperate “EHHEEEENOUGHHHH!!”

Hands slipped off of his body entirely, and Seungmin watched with growing concern as the older just lay there, not moving, just panting irresponsively. 

Minho gasped for air, eyes shut exhaustively. 

“That was…something.” Jisung whispered, moving over to the captain and checking on him. “You alive?”

“Baharely, cause of you brahats…” Minho sucked in more air, holding his stomach to prevent any excess giggles to slip out. 

They sat in silence for a few minutes before they checked on him again. 

Minho lay sprawled on the floor, his cheeks flushed and eyes half-closed with a contented grin. Seungmin gently brushed a stray lock of hair from Minho's face, while Felix and Jisung playfully ruffled his hair.

“Looks like we finally wore you out,” Felix teased softly. “And who would’ve known you were so ticklish?” Jisung followed. 

“Shuhut up…”

A while after they managed to settle the sleepy kitty into bed, the nestled themselves around the cushions. 

They exchanged knowing glances, appreciating the rare moment of tranquility. Seungmin reached over and gently adjusted the blanket around Minho, ensuring he was snug and comfortable. “He really needed this,” Seungmin murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jisung nodded, his gaze warm. “Yeah, it’s nice to see him so at ease.”

Felix leaned back, stretching his legs out with a contented sigh. “Let’s just stay like this for a while.” Earning agreement from the others. 

Minho’s dreams were filled with a sense of unspoken gratitude and warmth. Then a need for more revenge. What can he say? He needed to get all of them back somehow…

[hearted-anon]

Mr Rich Man

Words: 1075

Notes: for @hi-im-1niki1-minaj333mwah love you <3

T/w: none, all soft tickling

Lee: Know

Ler(s): Jisung and Felix

Lee Know sighed beside the brownie boy as the beeps of the recording sounded throughout the dorms, failing to get the steps to this Tiktok again. Felix snickered beside him, trying his utmost best to get him to at least like the music in the background, but it was much more difficult than it seemed. After all, who would like this stupid annoying cat song continuously playing in his ears like a cartoon intro?

Jisung frowned behind the camera as his head cracked for ways to make this more enjoyable than it was, watching the cats struggle in front of him as their moves went out of coordination, their aegyo would feel too forced or they just simply forgot to start on time. Humming in thought, he eventually settled for faking some funny scenarios from the top of his head.

Right in the middle of their filming.

Abruptly, their moves paused as they watched the quokka pretend to fence in the background, before bursting into laughter. Their backs bended forwards as their fists clenched trying to hold in their laughter, reaching for the pause button to end their embarrassing bout of laughter. But as Jisung aided them in ending another failed shot, he noticed Felix’s eyes settled on Minho’s through his chuckles.

“W-What?” Lee Know got out through ragged breaths, noticing two pairs of sunshine-like eyes boring into him, sending a shiver of anxiety down his spine. Was he not meant to laugh? Had he done something wrong yet again?

“I want to hear that laugh again, come here hyung!” Felix yelled like a war cry before pouncing onto the older kitten, securing his place on his thighs. He craved- no, needed, that rich laughter he swore that could heal all his wounds immediately. Jisung, as curious as he was, waddled over to the duo where a very feisty cat was struggling to push the brownie boy off; he had his mind set on that goal and was going to achieve it, no. matter. what.

“G-Get away from ME! F-Fehehelix!” Minho shrieked, before fingers descended onto his stomach, tensed up into a row of abs that were practically begging to be wrecked. Squeezing and poking along the muscles softly, the Aussie’s eyes widened at the precious laughter and soft giggles that poured from the cat’s mouth, more than adoring it. Han eventually made his way over, squeezing his fingers into the oldest of the trio’s neck to wiggle and gently scribble along it.

“So cute! Why haven’t you told us you can laugh like this?!” Jisung fawned, eyes softening in love for the older’s laugh, deep and almost like it was rich in love and everything he could ever look for in life; the sunshine duo definitely planned on doing this more often. Meanwhile, the poor dancer was unable to find a singular exit out, cheeks beginning to redden under the continuous soft tickles.

“S-Stahahap it! Yohohou brahahats- eheheh!” Minho whined, covering up his stomach while his shoulders glued themselves to his ears. However, the sunshines simply opted for finding other spots to torment, Lix’s tiny fingers worming themselves through the kitten’s arms to his sides, poking and scratching the area ever so gently. Jisung scratched at the nape of his neck, blowing cold air into his ear to earn a hiccup.

“Nah ah ah~ That laughter is too cute to stop just yet~” Jisung taunted, whispering right into the oldest’s sensitive ears to watch them burn a bright red. They watched as if they were in love with the cat they had caught with all the noises they were hearing, the usually stoic cat now reduced to heaps of sweet, almost sugary giggles as they would put it; they were addicted to it and would never not be able to get enough of it.

“We aren’t brats, we love you hyung~” Felix cooed, leaning down to nuzzle his head against the oldest, earning a panicked snort. Just like that, they both froze in their tracks, staring down at the reddening dancer. It was rare to ever see him blush this hard under anyone younger than him, usually only giving into his fate when a sneaky leader would come to hunt him down; which more than often he avoided.

“Don’t look at me like that!” Lee Know barked, almost…upset that they stopped. A pout began to form on his lower lip, brows furrowing before his fists tugged and pulled at the Aussie’s fingers on his sides, which had completely frozen from the pig-like snort. Jisung too, had quit his gentle yet torturous assault on the poor boy, making him take his tantrum even further. As if they could read his mind, the sunshines smirked towards each other telepathically.

“You want us to continue?” Jisung chimed, with a knowing smile on his face. Although Minho knew they were genuinely trying to reassure him of his boundaries; they knew how sensitive and upset the cat could be when his boundaries were overstepped, he continued to pout, feeling his heart sink when the fingers refused to move. Taking in a deep sigh, Felix pinched up and down his sides once more, earning another adorable snort when Han massaged his shoulder blades.

“Ahahah- I-It tickles!” Minho whimpered, stamping his feet onto the wooden floor in a futile attempt to relieve the joyous sensations he loved so much. The sunshines hearts melted at this, what wasn’t to like about a grumpy cat being cheered up with smiles, snorts and giggles?! Leaning in, their heads clashed slightly as they nuzzled around in the oldest’s neck, pulling him to sit up to allow easier access.

“Really? How much from 1 to 10?” Felix teased with a soft smile.

“Are you happy now hyung?” Jisung inquired with a dimpled grin.

“Tehehehen! Y-Yehehes! Eek!” Minho could just feel his face practically being set on fire, the tender fingers that made sure his body was handled as if made of glass melting his entire mind; he couldn’t even register those words into his puddle of a brain that whatever the sunshines were spewing were meant to fluster him. Seeing that they have very much killed their hyung’s ability to think, both Jisung and Felix let up, rubbing at his chest and back in soothing circles as the cat laid still, only that same, deep, rich and happy laughter flowing from his mouth mindlessly.

“How about we try that Tiktok again now that you’re smiling hyung?”

[daybreak-tkler]

❝[15:01]❞

Small continuation of "Take Your Mind Off Of The Journey" requested by the lovely @satans-beloved-riv , you enjoy this cute timestamp whilst I get through my last few weeks of college for this year!

It had been a few days since they had arrived at their destination. Finally, after long days of travel and cold nights camping - they had made it to the bustling city of their dreams. This was a capital, a place where the strongest mercenaries resided. It was always their dream to take jobs here. It didn't really take long for them to find a small place to stay near the city center, just a small home that must have been fresh built. The good thing about Chan and Minho picking up odd jobs on their travels is that they had a surplus of gold from completing those jobs.

The home was fairly large by their standards, with a total of six rooms. Most homes in towns and villages outside of the capital city had three rooms, four if you had the gold for it. They even had seperate bedrooms, now, which was certainly one of the bigger changes. It was their third week here in the city and they had just finished with some odd jobs. "Phew," Chan sighs "I'm shattered," he admits to his companion, removing his chestplate from his torso and propping it up on one of the chairs. "Me too, we've been working a lot lately... I need a break," it comes off as a joke, but Chan knows Minho isn't joking. "Yeah?" he asks, almost as if he's confirming something. Minho knows that means trouble.

"...yeah,"

Chan grins lightheartedly at his partner's hesitance. "No need to be so suspicious, Minho-yah," he chuckles and, oh, Minho is suspicious. Very suspicious. He's already ridded himself of his armor and is sat at their table in a maroon sweatshirt and plain brown trousers; he knows that Chan is up to something. "I'm just going to put my armor and stuff away.." he says, standing up before the older can do anything. Chan raises a brow but smiles nonetheless, "Alright,"

It's not that Minho doesn't trust him it's just.... exactly that. He doesn't trust Chan one bit. But he also doesn't trust himself. His companion is just so warm and welcoming that he finds it difficult to hide anything from him. And he has been a little anxious about their new life in a much bigger place with new co-workers like Hyunjin and Changbin, as well as a handful of other's he hasn't really spoken to. He and Chan had always stuck together, it had always been the two of them - he thought whilst he carefully loaded his armor onto a mannequin that was in the room when they moved there. He suspects that despite how new the building is, a tailor must have lived there beforehand.

"I can practically hear you thinking, y'know?" Chan interrupts Minho's thoughts, causing the younger male to squawk at the unexpected noise. Chan doubles over in laughter whilst his flustered partner huffs "Chan! You can't just scare me like that!" he scolds the older. "Minho, I know something's up. You don't have to be embarrassed, just tell me!" Chan smiles kindly. The younger male sighs and he shakes his head. Fortunately, his older companion had an idea. Pointing to the bed, Chan silently commands for Minho to lie down. He does. He knows where this is going. "I didn't want to have to do this.." Chan sighs, his tone teasy and the sparkle in his eye matches that glint. The maroon sweatshirt is pulled up and fingers lightly skitter across the lower part of Minho's tummy. "N-Nahhahahaa.. yohohou ahaharen't gohoing to t-tihihickle it out ohof me..!"

"Oh, but I am," there's a playful smile on Chan's lips as he continues to tickle the lower portion of Minho's tummy. His fingers soon travel up, scrabbling at his ribs just beneath his sweatshirt and the lee turns his head to the side to laugh. He's embarrassed, but he feels like he shouldn't be. This is Chan after all, the same Chan who always has his best interest in mind; the same Chan who always knows just what to say. "Eheheheeek! Chahahaan plehehehease cahahaan weehhehehe juhuhuhuhust tahahalk?" he requests, knowing he won't get any freedom for at least a little while. He was okay with that.

"C'mon, Minnie~" the older teases him with a nickname. "You know how to stop this.." he reminds the male on the bed as he leans up to wiggle his fingers beneath Minho's underarms. "B-Bahahahahaa! Wahahahahahait!!" Minho makes a sort of squeaking noise and his head falls back, a loud cackle leaving his lips as Chan refuses to let up. "Come ooon~" the older mercenary sings, but Minho wouldn't budge. It was mainly out of pride more than anything else. So, Chan continues. It would be a long evening, but at least Minho's thoughts are tamed for now.

[o6frog]

stray kids pride ᯓ★

[minhosblr]

D U D E !

[dreaming-medium]

Language Barrier

Pairing: Lee Minho x Reader

Word Count: 7K

Tags: fluff, first meeting, first kiss, strangers to lovers

Summary: When the power goes out while you’re in an ATM vestibule, you come to realize you’re stuck inside until the police come to open the door. But there’s one problem, you don’t speak a lick of Korean, and the man inside doesn’t seem to speak an ounce of English.

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A/N: Please note that sentences that are Italicized are meant to be in Korean and sentences that are regular text are in English.

‘How are you?’ - English

‘I’m fine thank you, and you?’ - Korean

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Luck was not on your side today.

It’s not like you’re an unlucky person as a whole, no, that’s not it. Today was just one of those days that when you say ‘How could this get any worse?’, the universe takes it as a challenge.

Perhaps you should’ve just kept your mouth shut after you spilled coffee on your blouse this morning. But, you’ve always been such a ‘glass-half-full’ sort of person that you tried to take every inconvenience in stride. Everyone has their limit, though.

Before you came here on a business trip, you had heard about the Korean Monsoon season.

Everyone and their mother told you about how much it would pour, how it would feel like the skies suddenly opened up. But, you didn’t take anyone’s warning seriously. You would wave them off with a scoff.

“It’s just rain,” you thought. “How bad could it be?”

You’re eating those words now as you run through the streets in your nice, newly-soaked, professional heels. Your slacks are sticking to your legs, making the fabric ten times heavier. With your bag held over your head, you look around frantically for the bank.

It doesn’t help that it’s close to 10 PM and visibility is already horrible at this time. Yes, you should have gone earlier, but you were distracted!

Where is it? Where is it?

There!

You spot the glass doors and practically sprint up to them, grab the handle, and rip the door open.

A giant sigh of relief comes out of your lips as you step inside the tiny vestibule.

The only other man inside the place jumps a bit at your noise. He glances over his shoulder at you, but immediately turns back to what he’s doing at the ATM. You pay him no mind as you shake the rainwater off of your bag.

It’s after hours at the bank, meaning the only thing open and available is one ATM inside the room between the bank itself and the streets of Seoul.

Soft beeping comes from the ATM as the other man presses a few buttons. There’s an umbrella on the floor at his feet.

After brushing the water off your jacket, you bring your bag in front of you and start fishing out your card. Countless items inside your bag are now completely soaked.

Ugh, there goes all those business cards you collected at the meeting. Most of the ink is bleeding off the cardstock. Maybe, if you try really hard, you can make out the phone numbers on the cards.

Is that a 6 or an 8?

Or maybe the email addresses will be easier to understand. Surely, it just their names and their company’s–

There’s a bright flash of lightning followed immediately by a booming clap of thunder at the same time the lights in the ATM vestibule flicker and go out completely.

You fight the yelp that bubbles in your throat. The man in front of you seems to lose the fight against his reactions and lets out a tiny yip.

His shoulders come up and he seems to bristle like a cat.

“You’re kidding,” you mumble, looking up at the lights. It was almost pitch black inside now, save for the tiny emergency lights that kick on on either side of the glowing Exit sign.

The man lets out a grumble and a sigh.

You look over and see that the ATM has completely shut off. Figures.

The storm must’ve triggered some sort of power outage. Great. Now you’ll have to find some other ATM.

Why, oh why, did the restaurant that your boss wanted to take you to tomorrow morning have to be cash only?

Whatever, there should be a bank a few blocks from here.

Your heels click on the tile as you make your way to the door. When you grab the handle and pull, it doesn’t budge.

There’s a beat.

You try again, really putting your back into it this time.

“Am I stupid or what?” you whisper to yourself, trying the other door and pulling equally as hard.

“They’re not going to open,” the man behind you says. “The fail-safe locks probably kicked in once the power went out. It’s a security measure.”

You turn around and look at him with a blank look on your face. “Oh, ah, um… s-sorry, no… no Korean.”

The man blinks at you. “You don’t speak Korean?”

You blink right back at him. “Um…” All you can do is shake your head with wide eyes and a sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry,” you repeat.

Another series of blinks are exchanged.

“No… Korean?” he asks slowly. His English sounds so unsure.

You nod. “No… no Korean.”

A tiny, exasperated sigh comes from his lips and he looks around, as if anything inside this tiny little room would be able to help him communicate with you. Meanwhile, you turn back to the door and give it another sharp tug to no avail.

“No,” he says firmly, drawing your attention back to him. He motions down to the door handles and then shakes his head.

“No?” you repeat, a bit confused.

“No.”

Honestly, the primitive conversation between the two of you would be somewhat laughable if you didn’t feel frustrated beyond belief.

“Why?” you ask, becoming annoyed. Obviously, he knows something that you don’t.

The man blinks at you and shifts around nervously on his feet. His hands motion around as he tries to conjure up a sentence in English. “N… No. Closed?... Closed.” He nods, saying the word rather confidently.

Yes, you know the door is closed. But, why?

After a second, he sees that whatever he said evidently isn’t good enough, so he points back to the ATM, to the light that is now off due to no power, and then to the locks. You follow his pointing and the cogs in your brain start turning slowly.

“Fail-safe locks,” you state and then finally release the door handles.

“Fail… Fail-safe locks,” he repeats slowly. “Fail-safe locks.”

“Fail-safe locks?” you parrot his Korean back to him and he nods.

A small hum comes from your chest and you take a step back from the door finally. “How long do you think–” you cut yourself off when you look over at him. The man is staring at you, not following a word you’re saying.

Your hand comes up and you brush some wet hair off your forehead and then scratch the back of your head as a nervous tick. There’s no point in even asking the question, he won’t be able to understand anything you’re saying.

If you were in his shoes, you’d probably be a bit annoyed too. But at the same time, he’s already been kinder than most would be in this situation.

He’s locked in an ATM vestibule with someone who doesn’t speak the same language as him– in his own country. He’s been more than kind. Most people would just wave you off and forget trying to communicate at all.

But here he was, talking slowly and making sure you can understand what he’s saying. He’s going so far as to point around the room to make sure you understand.

The man notices you give up and he lets out a tiny sigh, turning to then peer out the glass doors at the streets of Seoul. There’s basically no one out there, everyone has taken shelter from the squall.

“We’ll have to wait until the police come to open the door.” He pats at his pockets, searching for his phone.

Even with how terrible your Korean is, you still pick up on a few words. “Police?” A beat. “Police?”

“Yes,” he answers in English, taking his phone out and tapping the screen a few times before holding it up to his ear. The man continues to look through the glass doors, watching all the different cars drive by, none of them police cars.

You decide to turn around, walking around the tiny room.

All of the lights are off except for the emergency lights. They cast a dull glow through the entirety of the vestibule. There's barely enough light to see from one side of the room to the other.

Rain starts hammering against the glass as the man speaks into his phone. “Yes, hi, hello. I am currently trapped with another woman inside the ATM vestibule of Metrobank Seoul… Namdaemunno… Yes, that one.”

Your ears perk up when he mentions the name of the bank and the address. Ah, he must have called the police. His face pulls into a slightly annoyed look, but he doesn’t speak with a hint of it through the phone, at least, not that you’re really able to tell.

The man says a few more words into the phone before he hangs up with a sigh. He runs a hand through his hair and then down his face in an exasperated fashion before turning to look at you. His mouth opens to say something, but he thinks better of it and he grimaces even more.

Your own features pull into a sympathetic expression and you look away, slightly embarrassed. Should you have learned more of the language before coming here? Absolutely. But at the same time, you didn’t have much time to prepare once you were told you had to travel here for business.

He shuffles from foot to foot and looks around, shoving his hands in his pockets and desperately trying to remember every English class he took in school.

“Police…” he says slowly, thinking through every word he wants to try and say. “Police are… busy.”

“Busy?”

“Yes. Busy. Busy with… car…” He brings both of his hands together and claps and then makes an explosion noise with his hands.

“A car accident?”

He snaps his fingers and points to you, as if you’re a team during a game of charades.

“Car accident,” he says in Korean.

“Car accident,” you repeat and he nods.

Despite the reality of the situation, you smile. The humor in all of this does not escape you. You decide to try and meet him halfway, even with your butchered pronunciation.

“Police… time… long?” Your head cocks to the side and you point to your watch. He shakes his head and shrugs in exaggerated movements.

Scoffing, you roll your eyes. The accident was that bad, huh? No wonder the power went out then, the car must have smashed into electrical lines after that loud clap of thunder. This probably means all of the traffic lights and such are out too.

The police are most likely directing traffic and making sure no one gets injured; two idiots stranded in an ATM vestibule are the least of their concerns. Honestly, you can’t be in a safer place. Well, unless this guy is a murderer, but you haven’t gotten a harsh vibe yet.

You sigh and lean against the wall near the corner across from the ATM. Your body slides down to the floor and you stare straight ahead. It seems like you’re going to be in here for a while then.

The man takes one last look outside the doors before walking in your direction. He leans against the adjacent wall and takes a seat on the floor with you. His shoes almost touch the side of yours. It’s at this time that you let yourself take a moment to really look at him.

He has to be around your age; older than a college graduate but younger than someone settled into their career. Something that definitely doesn’t escape your attention is how… pretty he is. His skin is near perfect and so is his hair. Everything, down to the clothes he’s wearing, is absolutely flawless– and he’s only in sweatpants and a zip-up hoodie!

Next to him, especially in your current drowned rat state, you probably look like something worse than a hot mess. You quickly comb your hair off your forehead once more and pull at your soaking wet clothes sticking to your skin.

The man’s lips purse for a moment and he opens his mouth as if to say something, then promptly stops, opting for a grumble of frustration.

After a moment, an idea flickers through your mind and you hold up one finger to him to say ‘one moment’. You reach down into your pocket for your phone and take it out, tapping at a few screens and bringing up the Translate app.

‘What’s your name?’ you type into the phone and it immediately translates it into Korean below it. You turn your phone around and hold it up to him.

The man looks at you, then your phone, and his eyes light up. If you’re not mistaken, you even see a little bit of relief flash over his features. A tiny smirk pulls at one corner of his lips before he looks back at you.

“Minho,” he answers and motions to you.

“Y/N,” you reply. “Nice to meet you, Minho.” You hold your hand out for a handshake.

Minho looks at your hand and his smirk gets wider before he grabs your hand and shakes it gently. The skin on his palm is so soft. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

After shaking his hand, you bring your phone back up to your face and type another sentence into the translate app.

‘I’m very sorry for not knowing Korean, I’m here on business.’

Minho looks at your phone, reading the statement before shaking his head and pulling out his own phone. He types away and then holds it up for you to read.

‘No need to apologize. With my line of work, my English should be better. It’s a very hard language to learn.’

A little laugh huffs from your nose and you nod and type.

‘Try learning Korean.’

Minho laughs with you and his smirk grows into a playful smile. Jesus Christ, this man is gorgeous. He looks down and taps a bit on his phone and then he holds it up to you. With the way his smirk pulls at his lips, it almost reminds you of a devious little cat.

‘I could tell you were a foreigner when you first came into the bank.’

Your eyebrow raises. “Oh, really?”

He’s chuckling when he brings his phone back to type more and then hold it up for you to read.

‘You don’t have an umbrella.’

Laughter leaves your lips when you read that and your head tilts back to rest against the wall. The wetness from your clothes is beginning to seep into your bones. Plus, the feeling of the fabric sticking to your skin is starting to become overstimulating.

But, you try and keep it together. You don’t really have another option at the moment.

You type a message back to Minho.

‘People tried to warn me about the Monsoon Season. As you can see, I didn’t listen.’

He reads your message and sucks his teeth with a smirk. Minho shakes his head and motions to the glass doors, as if to say ‘Look!’.

“I know, I know!” you laugh and look outside at the sheets of rain pouring from the sky. Puddles have turned into small ravines flowing down the sides of the road. Any car that passes by creates a huge splash as they pass through them.

Every once in a while, the sky will light up and thunder will follow it quickly.

Minho laughs with you. “Next time… you listen.” He nudges your leg with his foot.

You look over at him. “I will, trust me.”

A long look is shared between the two of you. There’s this tiny nagging feeling at the back of your mind, it’s that same feeling you get when you see someone in public that you swear you’ve seen before. Maybe he just has one of those faces?

No, you definitely haven’t met him before. You would remember if he was someone you shook hands with in the last few days. A man that gorgeous would never slip under your radar, you’re certain.

Minho stares back at you, eyes flitting about at your soaking wet hair matting to your skin. It looks like his one hand twitches for a moment and then he shifts in his seat.

Back to the app.

The two of you type away on your phones and hold them up at the same time with the exact same question on them.

‘What do you do for work?’

‘What do you do for work?’

Again, the two of you let out little huffs of laughter and he motions to you as if to tell you to go first.

So you do, you type down on your phone a little answer for him.

‘Right now, I’m only the assistant to a CEO for a huge company. Wherever he goes, I go. I write all his contracts; everything he does goes through me first. I’m more of an administrator than an assistant, though.’

Minho reads your answer carefully and then types out a small response with a tiny crease in between his brows.

‘Why do you say ‘right now’?’

A sad smile spreads on your face as you look down at your phone to type out a response.

‘I studied hard and have a Mathematics degree. But no matter where I apply, they say I don’t have enough experience. Back in America, the job market is absolutely horrible. So, I’m stuck.’

Minho’s eyes scan through your message and a frown pulls at his lips. He looks back up at you, meeting your eyes and then back to your phone before he begins to type his own message.

Your silent communication warms your heart a little bit. The glow from his phone lights up his features and you study him carefully. His teeth poke out from his top lip– it’s absolutely adorable.

He seems to think for a long moment before his thumbs fly over his screen.

Rain is coming down in sheets outside the door, it’s the only other sound inside the room besides the light clicking of the haptics on his phone.

You reach back and once more run your fingers through your hair– it seems to be drying now, but not in a good way. The humidity of the rain is apparent in the way it's starting to frizz up.

Minho turns his phone around after a moment of typing.

‘I’ve heard about how hard it is to get a job in America, I’m very sorry it’s so unfair. For what it’s worth, I think there’s nothing wrong with the job you have now. Hard work is hard work no matter if it's an assistant or a scientist.’

His words strike a chord within your heart, they tug at your chest and at the corner of your lips which twitch into a wistful smile on your face.

“Thank you,” you say to him in Korean, looking directly into his eyes. Minho smiles back at you when he hears it.

“You are welcome,” he answers in English.

His smile seems so warm for a stranger. He looks at you as if you’re an old friend, not like a woman, still soaking wet from the rain, sitting on the floor with him inside an ATM vestibule. He’s so genuine.

After a few seconds of just looking at him, you bring your phone up to type once more.

‘Your turn. What do you do?’

Minho stares at your phone for a long time, seemingly reading the sentence over and over again. His bottom lip pulls between his teeth and he seems to weigh something in his mind.

His brown eyes flick to yours, then back to the phone, then back to you again before he looks down at his phone.

You never realized how much just body language alone can convey.

He types slower, his thumbs not moving as quickly as before. Why does he seem so apprehensive?

Eventually, he turns the phone around.

‘I’m an idol.’

“Oh,” you say softly. Your shoulders shrug a bit and you cock your head to the side. “Like a K-pop idol?”

Minho nods in response. “Stray Kids.”

The name rings a bell, it’s just one you’ve heard floating around for a few months now. You think one of your friends is into them, but you can’t remember. She’s into so many different groups, it’s hard to keep track anymore.

You type in your phone.

‘I’ve heard the name before. Weren’t you guys at the MET Gala?’

With a breathy chuckle, he nods. A smile spreads across your face.

‘Wow, I’m trapped in a room with a celebrity then. You know, people write stories like this.’

Your joke definitely lands because he snorts a huff of laughter as you type on your phone a little bit more after that.

‘Don’t worry, I won’t take pictures and post them all over Twitter or anything. This will just be a funny story for me to tell my friends when I get back home to America.’

“Thank you,” Minho says softly with genuine gratitude in his voice. God, you can’t even imagine what it’s like being an idol. There probably wasn’t a single place he felt safe going to anymore. There are always cameras just waiting to take his picture.

‘When do you go back to America?’

‘In a few days. My boss loves to extend his business trips at the last minute. So, I could be here three more days or seven more days. It’s very hard to pack to come on these trips.’

A bittersweet expression settles on his handsome face.

You think for a long moment before typing away at your phone and showing it to him.

‘Have you ever been to New Jersey? That’s the state I’m from.’

Minho’s lips purse as he thinks for a long few moments. Very slowly, he nods, almost unsure. He types in his phone, then thinks for a moment, then types again.

‘I think we’ve been there twice. Is Newark in New Jersey?’

Excitedly, you nod. “Yes, that’s up in North Jersey!” You’re so excited that you forget to type down on your phone. “Oh!” you say with a laugh, looking back down at your phone.

‘Yes, that’s in the northern part of the state, about an hour or so from my hometown. I grew up in the central region, right on the beach. It only takes ten minutes to get to the beach from my house.’

Minho’s smile widens and he looks at you with a slightly envious look in his eyes. You giggle in response.

‘Two other members love the beach, but they’re from Australia.’

‘Australian beaches are probably not that different from American beaches. But I’ve never been to Australia. Have you?’

Minho nods and you see him close his translation app and switch over to his camera roll. His fingers quickly begin scrolling up through the countless amount of photos he has on his phone.

Not wanting to invade his privacy, you look away from his phone and out the doors in the vestibule once more. Not a single soul is walking– or running– along the sidewalks anymore.

Due to the power outage, there’s not even street lights illuminating in the puddles, it’s almost eerie looking. But, surprisingly, you don’t feel uneasy at all. Especially not with Minho sitting at your side.

Said man hums to get your attention, shuffling closer to you, and you look down at his phone. The picture is absolutely gorgeous.

It’s a photo of the beach, you’re assuming in Australia. The red sun is peeking above the horizon and painting the sky a beautiful wash of reds, pinks, and purples, all of the colors melting into one another. The clouds are wispy and glow in the morning sun.

The ocean seems so beautifully blue, even the foam at the crash of the waves is beautiful.

In front of the ocean is a gaggle of boys, it looks like there’s about seven of them. Each of them have bright, beautiful smiles on their faces reaching their eyes.

You’ve never been able to feel joy radiating from a photo like this, it seems to be contagious since you find a smile pulling at your own lips.

“This photo is beautiful,” you whisper, not taking your eyes off of it.

Minho hums, maybe he understood what you said. His thumb moves and he scrolls to the next picture where two of the boys have taken one of the others by his legs and arms and seem to be pretending to toss him into the surf.

A soft giggle comes from your lips and you find yourself leaning towards him a bit to get a better look at the photo. Truly, you didn’t even notice your shoulders brushing against each other, and by his lack of reaction, it seems Minho didn’t either.

“Friends?” you ask him in your choppy Korean.

Minho looks over at you, his face closer to you than before. His eyes widen a bit at your proximity, but he doesn’t back up at all.

“Family,” he corrects you in his soft English.

An even warmer feeling spreads through your chest and you look back down at the photo. They must be his band members, but they just look so much closer than that. It reminds you of all of your friends back home.

Before you can even think twice, you’re opening your own camera roll, scrolling through an endless sea of memories before finding one specific morning you woke up to go watch the sunrise on the beach.

A tiny, awe-struck noise comes from Minho when he looks down at it.

“Sunrise,” you say and then think for a moment. You’re not sure of the Korean you want to say. “Favorite… time.”

He’s so patient when you speak, it absolutely melts your heart. There’s a different air about his softness with you too. He’s not treating you like a child just learning how to speak, no, he’s just being… nice. He’s being sweet and genuine and it speaks volumes about his character.

“Sunrise,” he says in Korean.

“Sunrise,” you repeat, looking up at him. His eyes were already trained on your face by the time you looked up. A tiny dusting of pink covers your cheeks. How long has he been looking at you?

A happy smile spreads over his lips, the edges curl up playfully. He nods. “Sunrise. Sunrise.”

“Sunrise.” Your voice says softly once more before looking back down at your phone.

Swiping through a few more pictures, you show him the boardwalk that runs down the beaches by your house. Everything from shops, to amusement park rides, to lemonade and ice cream stands litter the entirety of the shore.

He points down at the ferris wheel and shakes his head. “No,” he says simply.

“No?” you ask with a laugh. “Why not?”

“No… no high,” he shakes his head and motions his hands around to emphasize his point.

“Best picture,” you giggle holding your hand up in the air to emphasize the height aspect, then you’re swiping to the next picture taken from the top of the ferris wheel. This time, it was sunset. “Sunset.”

“Sunset.” A pause. “My… My… favorite time.”

A soft hum bubbles up in your throat. He loves sunset whereas you love sunrise. How cute.

“Sunset is beautiful,” you say slowly. Your eyes are still on your phone when you swipe to another photo.

“Beautiful,” Minho whispers softly.

Humming, you nod. “Yes, beautiful.”

A soft puff of air comes out of his nose and fans out over your cheek. When did he get this close? You look up at him and almost bump his nose with yours.

Minho’s head flinches back a bit at your sudden movement, but he makes no move to get further away from you.

He sighs softly, his eyes flitting all over your face, taking in every one of your features. “Beautiful,” he murmurs.

Your eyes widen, that pink blush making its way back to your face. You can’t even help the tiny, giddy giggle that bubbles in your throat. You look down shyly, biting your bottom lip.

Tender, gentle fingers lift your chin back up. Truly, you didn’t notice how cold your skin was until his warm touch spread on your skin.

Is this really happening?

A shiver races down your spine and a soft shudder comes out of your lips. Minho’s eyes look down at your lips and then down at your arm where goosebumps begin to raise.

He pulls away gently, making your brows furrow. Did you do something wrong? Maybe you misread his–

He’s shrugging off his hoodie.

Oh, he thinks you're cold.

Before you can even think to tell him you’re okay, he’s pulling your shoulder forward a bit so he can drape it over your back, bundling you up in such a pleasant, soft warmth. With small, fussy movements, he’s closing the hoodie around your body.

Perhaps you didn’t even notice how cold you were until you were suddenly surrounded in a warmth that can be compared to the fuzziest blanket you own. Not to mention the absolutely delightful scent that wafts upwards into your nose from the fabric.

It’s such a clean, cozy, calming scent. It’s like you buried your nose into the Mahogany Teakwood candle at Bath and Body Works.

Your eyes stay trained on his face while he bundles you up tightly. His hands gently grab your arms and rub up and down a few times to create even more warmth.

“Better,” he murmurs, finally looking up to meet your eyes.

How is it that a stranger has wormed himself into your heart like this? His tender gaze makes your soul feel calm, like those pictures of the morning surf under the sunrise.

“Thank you,” you whisper back to him. Your hands come up to grab at the hoodie, curling into the fabric.

Minho smiles back at you, you can see how his smile grows as he watches you relax into his clothing. There’s no space between your shoulders as you rest against adjacent walls, your two bodies have melted into the corner.

There’s a clap of thunder outside, but neither of you move. Your feet shuffle on the floor as you bring your knees closer to your chest. His legs adjust around yours, feeding them under your bent knees and tangling your limbs up further.

It’s so hard to break Minho’s eye contact, but you do it slowly, looking down at your phone and opening up the translate app once more. His soft breathing hits your cheek with every exhale.

‘You’re too nice to a stranger.’

Minho hums, almost in agreement. He picks up his phone and types back.

‘I’m usually not.’

You read the statement and then look at him, your head cocked to the side. Your brows furrow in confusion, but he types more before you can even ask another question.

‘I don’t know why I feel drawn to you.’

The text looks right back at you. Your heart flutters in your chest and you know that your cheeks get redder and redder by the second. Still, you can’t contain the giddy laugh that makes its way past your lips.

You bite the inside of your cheek to try and hide the smile, but it only makes Minho smile wider. His hand slowly comes up towards your cheek. Right before he’s able to make contact, he stops, hovering over your skin and gazing into your eyes.

A silent question is asked through his eyes. It’s a language that you don’t need any sort of app for. An answer is communicated right back.

Soft, tender warmth spreads over your cheek, radiating all throughout your body in the most gentle glow. His thumb caresses over your cheek bone, swiping gentle strokes back and forth.

You feel the same as him, that’s the strange part. There’s something so alluring about him that you just can’t put your finger on it. He’s pulling you in like a magnet and you don’t even want to fight against it.

There’s so many words sitting on the tip of your tongue, but you know that each and every one of them would fall on deaf ears. Nothing that you can say in the moment would make sense to him.

Exhales are shared and mingled together in the minimal space between your faces,

“Beautiful,” he whispers for your ears only. Not like there’s anyone else to hear it except the ATM sitting dormant in the corner of the vestibule. Not even the mice in the walls would have been able to hear his murmur.

Love at first sight was something you always gawked and scoffed at. You always thought that it was such a Hallmark invention, that there was no way you would be able to just look at someone once and immediately fall head over heels for them.

But here you were, sitting on a dirty floor, feeling your heart beating faster and faster in your chest. Letting your face be cradled by a man you didn’t know two hours ago. By the man who patiently worked with you to communicate.

How is this even possible?

You can count on one hand the amount of things you know about one another.

Minho, who is a famous idol in Korea, who loves sunset and hates heights, who has the most expressive brown eyes you’ve ever seen.

Minho, who did whatever he could just to talk to you when he could have just as easily sat in silence on the other side of the vestibule.

His hand slowly drags down your cheek, each finger gliding down your skin towards your jawline to lift under your chin.

Another silent question passes through both of you in the one language you seem to both be fluent in.

Your eyes flick down to his lips and he hears you loud and clear.

Minho leans in slowly, his lips brushing against yours in a featherlight touch. But, despite how soft the kiss is, heat spreads through your body in a grand wave, rushing through your fingertips and into your toes.

The first press is long and sweet, the two of you simply melting into the sensation of being locked together.

He pulls away only for a moment, his eyes gazing down at your lips before he swoops in again, this time his movements a bit quicker.

His hand returns to your cheek, guiding your head to tilt to the side to gain better access to your lips.

A soft sigh leaves your nose and your own hand travels up to grab at his shirt gently, just needing to hold onto him in any way possible.

Minho responds to your sigh, his lips moving a bit faster against yours. Both of your lips part and close, moving like mirror images of one another. Every few kisses, your noses brush against one another, but it doesn’t deter you from your actions at all.

Slowly, your hand travels from his shirt up to his neck, running up the side of his flushed skin. He feels feverish to the touch and it only spurs you on to keep moving. At the contact on his own body, Minho lets out a tiny grunt against your lips, his kisses stutter for a moment but he’s back to kissing you after just a moment.

Up, up, up, your hand travels over his moving jaw, to his cheek, then moving back to thread in his soft, brown trusses of hair. God, everything about him is just so perfect. It’s like you’re combing your fingers through the softest of cotton.

His kisses are getting deeper, little sighs come from both of your mouths as the passion continues on. Minho’s body turns towards yours a bit more, his knees canting up and almost forcing your legs onto his lap.

Tentatively, you feel his tongue poke out from between his lips, licking gently at your lower lip. You don’t even hesitate to give him access to your mouth. A gentle moan claws its way up your throat as his tongue licks into your mouth.

The hand on your cheek grips you a bit tighter, holding your face to his– as if you would want to try and move away from Minho and his addicting kisses.

“I just can’t help it,” he whispers in Korean against your spit, soaked lips before capturing them once more. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me, Y/N.”

All you catch is your name and it sends a shiver down your spine. You don’t even need to know what else he said, his tone says it all. The way it comes out in a breathy exhale is enough to send your mind reeling.

“Please,” you murmur into his mouth before he presses his lips to yours once more with the same amount of passion and need in his actions.

More and more rain hits the glass doors, becoming the only sound that can be heard in the room except for your shared exhales, pants, and breathy moans.

Slowly, the kisses begin to calm down. Minho pulls away for a moment to take a long breath. His thumb moves to brush against your lower lip like a butterfly landing on a flower.

His eyes open just a crack, gazing down at your mouth with a hazy look in his eye. As he slowly catches his breath, he presses his forehead against yours, his fingers brushing along the heated skin on your face.

“Forgive me, I didn’t do things in order,” he whispers. “I should’ve taken you out first.”

Your eyes open and you look at him in confusion. “Hm?”

His jaw clenches before he swallows and he takes another long moment to look over your face, his features soft and welcoming.

There’s some movement as his other hand blindly pats around his lap for his phone. He can’t physically tear himself away from you long enough to even look down.

Another tiny laugh comes from your lips.

Your fingers move out of his hair to come around and gently run over his features, brushing against his jawline, to then trace up to his lips and up the length of his nose, memorizing each and every detail.

Minho melts into your touch, his face moving closer to your touch, seeking you out.

His hand finally finds his phone and he grabs it blindly, flipping it around in his lap and tearing his gaze away from your face to glance down at it.

Thumbs are flying across the screen to type at his translate app. He’s typing so quickly on his phone that you can't help but laugh a bit.

Before he’s able to turn the phone around, there are a few sharp knocks against the glass of the vestibule. The two of you practically jump out of your skin and your heads whip over to the doors.

Red and blue lights are flashing outside and it looks like two police officers are standing outside, peering in at you both. They wave when they see they’ve caught your attention.

Minho looks at the police officers, then to you, then back to the officers, and then back to you once more. His mouth opens and closes a few times and he tries to form a few words but you’re untangling your limbs from one another.

In a moment, you’re both on your feet as the officers work on unlocking the doors from the outside.

Minho gently grabs at your arm and you look down where he’s touching and your heart sinks a little. His eyes look a little questioning and desperate.

“Oh,” you say sadly. You shrug off his jacket, and hand it back to him. Minho’s eyebrows pull together and his lips part. He looks down at the jacket and then up at you.

“No,” he says firmly.

“Are you two alright?” The police officer calls inside in Korean.

“We’re okay,” Minho responds without breaking eye contact with you. He puts a hand on his jacket still dangling over your arm and pushes it back towards you.

“Minho?” you ask, looking at him and then at the officer approaching you both.

“We apologize for the delay, but we knew you two were safe, so we had to prioritize,” the officer says.

You blink at him blankly for a moment before then looking back at Minho.

“She’s a foreigner,” he says to the officer, finally looking away from you. “She doesn’t know Korean.”

“Ah,” the officer responds. “My apologies. You can tell her that she’s free to go.” He nods at the two of you and motions towards the door. You take his hint and slowly begin follow him.

Once again, Minho tugs on your arm and you pause, turning around to look at him. He’s holding his phone up to your face with a pleading look in his eye.

‘Can I please buy you a drink?’

A wide smile spreads across your cheeks and you can’t deny the relief that you feel inside your chest. The moment your lips twitch upwards, Minho immediately mirrors it.

“Yes,” you respond. “I love to go.”

He chuckles at your choppy Korean once more before taking his jacket out of your hands and wrapping you inside it once more. This time, he grabs the hood and pulls it up over your head.

With a satisfied hum, he nods and laces your fingers together.

“Come,” he says confidently.

“Lead way.”

[felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna]

STRAY MENS. D-1 : SEOUL : dominATE world tour

📸: WATERMARKED AND ABUNDANT BLESSINGS TO YOU AND YOURS. AMEN. 🧎🏼‍♀️‍➡️

[skzandkpop]

No but why this photo looks like a photo of ordinary non celebrity people

[thekendallkathryn]

i'm gonna smoke you up ❤️‍🔥🔥

(or: I was planning to keep going through txt.... but then the ate concept photos dropped and said WELL THINK AGAIN. and well. they just poked my favorite-things-to-draw weak spots with smoke + lino so what could I have done really)

[seungs]

Lee Know x Gucci for W Korea (June 2024)

[valkyriexo]

Channie’s little confused face ☹️💗

God he’s so cute .. I hope he never figures anything out 🥺💗

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 — 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 1.2k

𝙖/𝙣: happy anniversary!! this happens 6 months after alien 🥺

𝙩/𝙬: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

𝒍𝒆𝒆: minho

𝙡𝙚𝙧: han

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

“There’s tons of side effects once you come to Earth. A lot of them will be things you don’t expect, but a lot of our people have reported that the side effects received on Earth only get stronger once they come back.”

I glanced down at my hand, where I held a small device, unbeknownst to our crew leader. I’m so curious as to what these side effects are, but I hope they aren’t bad. 

If they’re good, maybe it’s best they stay. 

Jisung awoke with a gasp, clutching his chest as he recovered from the momentary shock he got from his dream.  

His heart ached. He missed Earth, but perhaps the side effects stayed? Hannie tried to grasp onto the memory, gripping his antennas and thinking hard. 

Everyone had been dull for a while. If the side effects had gotten stronger, maybe this was the way to lighten the mood. They were trying to heal, after all. 

Jisung yawned and headed to the kitchen, where Minho was busy cooking up breakfast for the crew. Hannie was aware of the amount of stress the older was under, having to take care of all of them along with Chan. He knew it wasn’t easy. 

He leaned against the counter, instinctively reaching for his cat ear beanie as Minho smoothed his hair out. 

Hannie had the sudden urge to cuddle the cat. So he did. Walking over to the older, he snuck his arms around Minho and under his shirt, he wrapped his arms around his waist. 

Poor Min, however, didn’t expect it to tickle quite as much as it did then. “AAH!!” He shrieked as Jisung poked his belly button playfully. 

Cat ears drooped, and Minho grappled as Jisung’s wrists as ten fingers stuck to his bare tummy and vibrated into the skin nonchalantly. “Jihihisung!! Stohohop thahahahat!!” He shrieked. 

Jisung shrugged, a “hmph.” leaving his lips as he moved to the kitten’s ribs instead, and Minho crumpled to the floor in a fit of laughter. 

“Awwwhhh…you made it easier for me.” Jisung pouted mockingly, straddling his hips sneakily. 

“Pleheheheheaseee!!” 

“No.” Jisung smiled sweetly. “I’m in a ler mood, and you’re my lee, so you suffer. How about that?” He threatened. 

Minho’s face turned crimson red at Jisung’s sudden demeanor. It was startling, but he certainly didn’t hate it. 

“You’re blushing, cuteee~” Jisung squeezed his cheeks gently, moving one hand to Min’s ear and tickling the outer edge gently. 

A high-pitched mewl escapes him. Jisung’s eyes widened and Minho slammed two hands over his mouth, face beet red. 

“What was that?” A slow, menacing grin spreads across Hannie’s face. 

“N-Nothing….!” Came poor Minho’s flustered reply, muffled by his hands. Jisung tried to run his nails along the older’s ear again, but Minho immediately gripped his hands with his own, a small, nervous giggle bubbling from his lips. 

“You’re shy now?” Jisung scoffed teasingly, ripping his hands from Lino’s grip and yanking both of the alien’s wrists above his head with newfound strength. Minho gasped as Hannie managed to hold both of his arms steadfast above his head with one hand, barely any power into it. 

Min was squirming with quiet whimpers as Jiusng continued small movements with his fingers along the trembling cat ears. 

“Does it tickle, baby?~” Hannie whispered teasingly into Minho’s ear, causing the boy’s nose to scrunch up in a wide smile. 

“Yehess!! Nohow please lehet go!!” He shrieked, suddenly stilling with a hysterical scream when Hanji’s fingers moved to his ribs, pressing into the bones roughly with a vigor. 

Minho thrashed, kicking out from behind Han as the younger continued to press kisses to his ear and whisper silly teases into it. “Tickle tickle tiiiicklleee hyung~” 

Minho’s voice was high pitched with happiness as Ji moved to his tummy instead. “NOHAHAHAHA!! AHAHAHAGH SHIHIHIT!!”

“No swearing~” Followed by a ticklish raspberry onto the edge of the kitten’s ear. 

Minho met with Jisung’s eyes, and suddenly a bright flash flowed through the boy’s eyes. 

Jisung let out a loud cry, falling backwards off of the now increasingly worried older, who was still giggling in tiny. 

“Hannie…Jisung, what happened?” Min scrambled over to cup the quokka’s cheeks. 

“Owwww….”

“Did it hurt?” Minho paused, prying Jisung’s eyes open. Nothing seemed to be wrong. “Is something happening?” 

Jisung gasped, abruptly falling backwards again. Min’s eyes widened in worry. “What’s happening! Sungie, tell me….oh.”

Hannie held up his wrist, a glowing plant sprouting in his palm. 

“Your power!” Minho squealed breathlessly. “Oh my gosh, it’s beautiful…” 

Jisung watched in increasing awe, the plant growing steadily. He shook his wrist a bit, and pressed it into the ground. An evil idea crossed his mind. 

Almost like instinct, he felt the earth obey him, like the soil under him was bending to his command. 

Jisung moved his fingers slightly towards Minho, and he could feel the flora move beneath the ground, gently moving past any obstacles to riiight under Minho’s hand…

“HAN JISUNG!!” Minho screamed as vegetation shot up from the ground beneath him, grabbing his wrists and ankles and pulling him to the floor. “Let go of me this instant!! I’ll send you into ORBIT, I swear!!” He shrieked as Jisung straddled his waist again. 

“You’re not in the position to be threatening me, hyungie…” Jisung raised an eyebrow in disbelief. His hands sneakily slipped under the cat’s shirt, resting ten fingers on his waist. 

“Wait…okay, I’m sorry. Jisung—wait….I SAHAHAHAID IM SOHOHOHORRRYYYY!!” He howled as Jisung dug in, leaning down to properly watch Minho scream with laughter as he was brutally tickled with no mercy. 

“NOHOHOHOHO NOT THEHEHEHERE!!” Poor Minho kicked out aggressively in ticklish agony as Hannie continued with no remorse, fingers playing on the older’s outstretched ribs like a guitar.  

Minho laughed and laughed and laughed, his hands weakly tugging at the plants that somehow held steadfast, his body weakly squirming away from the tickling fingers and having nowhere to go. 

“My hyungie…you’re so cute~” Jisung cooed as tears of mirth began to form on the crescents of Min’s folded eyes. 

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE OHO MY GOHOHOHOD SLOHOHOW DOWN!!” He wailed desperately, throwing his head side to side in quick succession to Jisung’s wiggling fingers on his lower belly. 

“You’re even more sensitive than back when we were on Earth!” Jisung laughed. 

More flora appeared to hold Minho’s legs apart, and Jisung made little “kch-kch-kch” noises as he skittered his nails up and down the kitten’s trembling thighs. 

Poor Minho screamed hysterically once, and then his voice was gone, cheeks wet and shirt collar soaked. He couldn’t remember the last time Hannie had gotten him this good, but it felt so nice to laugh until he couldn’t breathe anymore, the feeling of true ecstacy. 

Jisung let up after one “AAHAHHAHA SHIHIHIT HAHAHANN IHI CAHAHANT BREHEHEHEATHE!!”

The bindings released the alien’s bound limbs, and poor Minho curled into himself, giggles still flowing through him as Jisung gently wiped his tears off, laying Min’s head on his lap. 

Jisung carefully brushed a strand of hair from Minho’s forehead. “Hey, are you okay?” His voice was soft, a contrast to the playful energy they had just shared.

Minho blinked up at him, his eyes still sparkling with the remnants of his hysterics. “Yeahah, I’m fine. That was…unexpectedly intense.” He said, chuckling gently.

“I didn’t mean to be so rough…I guess I got carried away.” Jisung laughed. “You did so well for me, right, hyung?” He hummed. 

“Shut up.” Minho grumbled. Jisung smiled down at him. “I really enjoyed spending time with you, hyung.” 

“Pshhhh…you just got your power. Just leave me here and go tell the others.” Minho tried to get off of the quokka’s lap, but squeaked when Jisung grabbed him and pulled him back down.

 “They can wait.”

[pnutbutter-n-j-elyy]

When they call you clingy, so you distance yourself | Hyung Line

Warnings: Cursing

Pt2, Pt3 Maknaeline

(X)

BANGCHAN |

You walked into Chan’s studio, quietly shutting the door behind you, as to not startle him.

“Hey Chris, can we talk for a second?”

You watched as your boyfriend of a year and a half continued to type away, not acknowledging your question.

“Chris? Did you hear me?”

“Yes I heard you. I just didn't answer."

"Well, it would be nice for a little acknowledgment, I asked if we could talk." You state politely. You understood that Chan was stressed, but you believed it was basic courtesy to at least acknowledge someone - let alone your significant other - when they asked you a question.

"Well, I'm kind of busy at the moment."

"I understand it will only take two minutes ba-"

“Dammit Y/N! I'm busy right now can't you see?" He snaps. Turning towards you and showing you the screen of his laptop.

You open your mouth to speak and tell him just why you needed to talk to him at this very second but he interrupted you.

"When we first started dating, I get that you told me you were clingy. I also get that I told you I liked clingy. But my god, Y/N you're not just clingy you're fucking obsessive. And always at the wrong times! You want space when I actually have time. Yet you decide to stroll in here trying to start a damn conversation when you can clearly see I'm trying to play damage control from a fucking dumbass trainee thinking it was funny to mess with my tracks. I'm already stressed as fuck about that, yet I have you breathing down my neck like some obsessive stalker. Like for five minutes just leave me alone!"

You stiffened at Chan’s tone. It was very rare that Chan would ever raise his voice. He managed his frustrations very well and was aware of how sensitive you were so he was always careful about confrontation.

He turned around and had his back hunched over his laptop as he typed and clicked away furiously, unaware of the tears that were quickly springing to your eyes. You were frozen in place, your heart beating uncontrollably.

It took a minute before you were even able to take a breath.

You stood there long enough for Felix to come bursting through the door to come update Chan about something unimportant to the task at hand. The same task that he had snapped at you for interrupting.

And you think that what hurt most. The way the frown on his face was lessened when talking to the younger male and his cute chuckle even popped out once or twice.

You finally were able to pull yourself out of the studio, leaving behind the coat you had absentmindedly placed down out of habit when you had come in and opted to take your purse.

The air was brisk and had that dry smell it always gained before it snowed.

Your apartment was close to the studio, a 25-minute walk at most so you always opted to take a stroll when visiting Chan, but you were on a tight schedule so within a minute you were in a taxi heading home.

And just as quickly you were back in a taxi heading to the airport.

You knew it was petty of you to mute Chris's notifications. But the fact that he snapped at you was just the tip of the iceberg. You knew that once he calmed down, he would immediately be filled with guilt. And you would rather not have your phone being blown up by multiple people at once.

Are you headed to the airport?

You responded to your brother's message with a thumbs up and turned on your DND before the screen darkened with a click.

You glanced at your watch and sighed.

You'd be on a plane heading home in less than an hour and weren't even able to kiss Chris goodbye.

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MINHO |

"You're clingy as hell." Minho mumbled under his breath, thinking you wouldn't hear. But oh did you hear.

"Lee Minho what did you just say?"

He let out a sharp breath and looked up from his phone. "I called you clingy." He stated boldly, his voice even yet loud enough to be heard by Hyunjin and Han who quickly scurried away to the other half of the suite.

"And what about me is so clingy?"

Minho chuckled sarcastically. "Oh I don't Y/N, do you want me to recap the entire day for you?"

You had joined the kids on their trip to Paris. While they had been here numerous times, this was your first time traveling here and due to the anxiety of being in a new place, you attached yourself to Minho's hip since it was your first day here.

You didn't intend to be overbearing, nor did you intend to be up his ass for the entire week and a half long trip, but you wanted to get used to the surroundings and you felt most comfortable doing that with your boyfriend. Yesterday being your first day you spent the entirety of it with Minho. You had noticed quickly how his excitement had turned into unease and straight up irritation after a while. It was a weird phase of emotions considering how happy he had been but you had amounted it to you accidentally taking a wrong turn and missing a fireworks show Minho had been talking about all day. You had come into his room early this morning to apologize, but instead were meant by an overly irritable boyfriend.

"It's because I've never been here before! Did you expect me to not to ask you to show me around?"

"Y/N there is a difference between a tour guide and a fucking babysitter. You pulled me along to everywhere you wanted to go. I had plans yesterday! Certain things that I was hoping to do. I made an entire schedule and everything, but just because you wouldn't agree to be toured around the city by Chan you ruined all of that. Then you spent the entire day just pulling me along. If you wanted someone to give you an overly extensive run down of everything and keep you company, why don't you ask someone closer to your personality like Jisung or Jeongin? I'm sure they'd love talking of the ears of all the local with you. Shit, you'd probably become some street show you three."

You sucked in your cheeks and took a breath.

"That was uncalled for, you have no need to bring anyone else into this discussion."

Minho chuckled sarcastically.

"Discussion? What is there to discuss? The amount of time I want you to leave me alone? Hell, why not the entire fucking trip?" He spat out.

"You're an ass Minho."

"Yeah well at least I'm not a pain in someone else's."

You felt your bottom lip start to tremble and your chin shake.

Don't cry. You'll just be a crybaby.

"And here come the water works." He groans as if he read your mind, getting up from his bed and heading towards the room where the rest of the guys were probably trying to keep occupied as to not hear your arguing.

"So what? You're just gonna walk away?" You call out.

"YOU'RE PROVING MY FUCKING POINT!" He shouted, finally at his breaking point. "It was a mistake asking you to come on this trip." He said turning around one final time and opening the door to the other side of the suite. "I never should have asked."

"Well you know what, maybe this trip isn't the only thing you should have never asked about. And I'm starting to realize that maybe it's not the only thing I never should have said yes to." You spit out turning on your heel and slamming the door.

You furiously wiped at the tears that were sticking to your face and threw your hood up over your head as you headed to your room to contemplate what would become of you two now.

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CHANGBIN |

It was irritating to you the way Changbin was interacting with the female barista. And the irritation must have shown on your face because when he handed you your iced latte, he raised an eyebrow.

"Is everything okay jagiya?"

You sighed as you guys stepped out the shop and started making your way back towards the studio. Changbin had been really busy the last couple of weeks with preparing for a special release and collabing with a few other groups, so you hadn't been able to be around your boyfriend as often as you'd like. So you had agreed on meeting during his lunch every other day, even if the times varied.

"You just seemed really flirty with that barista." You mumbled. "It was obvious she was into you too. I mean who wouldn't you're the Seo Changbin." You giggled elbowing him playfully. You pulled out your phone to make sure there was enough time for you to walk Changbin back or if you would have to take an Uber. You nodded at the time and swiped away a few notifications from Minho.

You expected Changbin to laugh or reassure you like he usually did when you brought up his flirty habits. Instead he snorted into his cup as he took a sip of the dark liquid.

"Jealous much?"

You laughed a little. "Why would I be jealous? She isn't the one who has been dating you for three years." You said hip bumping him, but he stepped away from you rather brashly.

"Well it seems like you are because you have to bring up me and my so called flirting ever single time I talk to anyone of the female species."

"Bin it was just a joke-"

"Well I'm not joking when I say you're acting clingy as fuck." His tone was way off and he seemed to realize the shit he was setting himself up to be put in because he stopped mid stride and turned around to you with an agitated sigh.

"Do you...I don't know want to run that by me again?" You ask, firming your stance.

"God, Y/N, don't make this a big thing. Its just been a day-"

"No, no. You don't get to use that excuse Changbin. We're supposed to talk through these things. You don't just get to say something like that and then act like you didn't."

You guys stood at an impasse for a moment until he spoke up rolling his eyes.

"Fine. I think you're being clingy." He said simple. "Jealousy falls under clinginess and I think you're being jealous so therefore you are being clingy."

"Changbin it was a fucking joke! You've never reacted this way before so I don't know why you're acting this way now!"

Changbin just rolled his eyes and continued in the direction of the studio.

"Seo Changbin, where are you going?"

"To work Y/N. You know, maybe if you actually picked up a more stable job then you wouldn't have as much time to be up my ass and exaggerating about things that aren't things you should be butt hurt about."

You stiffened at Changbin's low blow and took a breath.

"We need to fix this before it gets out of hand." You grit out.

"Well maybe I don't want to fix this." He looked at his watch. "I'm late now so why don't you just drink your latte and go home to cool off."

The condescending voice Changbin was using sent you over the edge. You were angry to the point of tears.

You chucked your nearly full iced latte at him. It hit his chest with a thud, and the coffee made a rather pretty pattern on his pristine white shirt.

"Maybe that'll help you cool yourself off. Fuck you Changbin." You pushed past him and waved down the closest taxi.

Your phone was buzzing in your pocket and you pulled it out.

"Hey, are you and Changbin on your way back? I need to go over some choreography and we're filming tiktoks right when he gets back."

You did the best you could to keep your voice level when responding to Minho.

"He's on his way back now. But you need to get him a new shirt because being the dumbass he is he likes to make a mess of perfectly good things."

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HYUNJIN|

You were never very happy having to attend events with Hyunjin. It wasn't that you didn't like spending time with him, or in turn spending time with the guys events.

It was just you felt insecure being the plus one of someone like Hyunjin.

It was no secret to anyone how those who knew and perceived Hwang Hyunjin's existence thought of him.

He had a beauty that rivaled any masterpiece that had ever been painted. The elegance of a tiger lily with the face of an angel.

You knew of many people who would jump at the opportunity to be with Hyunjin. For the past 11 months you had been with him you had your fair share of run ins with crazy fans or pop stars of the like.

Once your relationship had gone public a month ago you found yourself being compared to the female idols in the industry even more than you has expected.

It seemed to be the general consensus that not many people viewed you as "beautiful enough" to be with someone like Hyunjin.

You didn't take it to heart because you decided to have the outlook of nobody being beautiful enough for Hyunjin - let alone the people writing those hateful comments considering they were most likely delusional pre-teens who made the most out of pocket edits and were in desperate need of some grass groping.

But after a month it was starting to get to you slightly. Especially as you had come across one of those edits, since you had been tagged in it after someone found your personal account.

The amount of hate messages were starting to get to change your perception on things. Because the more you were hearing it the more you were seeing and believeing it.

"Jinnie do you think that my shoulders look weird in this dress?" You walked into your living room where Hyunjin was sitting. He looked up and a bright smile showed on his face.

"I think you look beautiful jagiya!" He said standing up. He looked other worldly in his tuxedo.

"And my hair?"

"Perfect." He said placing a kiss on your forehead. "We have to leave now if we want to make it on time. Or else I would look at you all night."

By the time you had been at the event for thirty minutes you already wanted to go home. You felt like the ugliest person there, and you couldn't help but feel the eyes of many people on you.

Ever couple of minutes you found yourself looking for Hyunjin's reassurance.

"Does my stomach look bloated?"

"Is my makeup fine?"

"Can you see the pimple on my chin?"

"Are my nails okay?"

"Do I look ugly?"

"Should I make my hair look like hers next time?

Hyunjin was reassuring you, but after the third or fourth questioning of the night his answers became generic.

When he was talking to an idol and his significant other you couldn't help but start comparing yourself to her. She was so pretty.

"Hyunjin should I run home and change?" You asked quietly in English. You were doing your best to learn Korean so it would be easier to communicate with Hyunjin's parents when the time came that your families were to get closer. You wanted it to be a surprise when the time came, because you knew how much Hyunjin wanted you to get along with his family, when when the time came to meet them - he wanted to get along with your family.

"You're girlfriend is pretty clingy isn't she?" The other idol asked in his native language, assuming you didn't speak korean because of your fluency in english.

"Yeah she is extremely clingy." Hyunjin replied. "Might be the clingiest girl I've ever met."

You looked at the other idols girlfriend and she made a face, and then laughed.

"You can tell she is a foreigner by the way she acts. No one is ever as clingy as foreign partners." She joked and all three of them were laughing.

Well there is the hundredth insecurity to list.

You looked at them and tried to control your facial expressions.

"We were just telling him that you are so adorable." The girl told you.

You chuckled uncomfortably and looked over at Hyunjin. He smiled and blinked cutely at you.

You smiled back as Hyunjin turned towards the couple again to continue his conversation.

And all you could do was smile back as you pretended to not understand the words Hyunjin didn’t even realize hurt you.

[linolinoing]

HAPPY MINCHAN MONTH ♥

[linoveins]

silky shorts and stained shirts

when best friend!minho sees fem!reader in revealing clothes for the first time…

genre: smut n fluff

warnings: masturbation, perversion, dom/sub fantasies. minors, do not interact!!

w.c.: 2.1k

minho often visits your place unannounced. at some point you just gave him a key and he gladly takes advantage of it. just like today.

minho just got back from dance practice and decided to raid your apartment for some food since he forgot to do groceries and he's feeling too lazy to do them now. 

“Y/N!!!” he announces his arrival, strolling through the door like it’s his place like always.

the apartment is too silent. he figures you’re not home yet. you had a lecture around this time so he wasn’t really expecting you to be here.

he opens your pantry in attempts of finding something quick to eat but clicks his tongue at the lack of food that greets him. seems like you didn’t do your groceries too. he heads to the fridge, hoping for a miracle, and his eyes practically sparkle at seeing a cup of his favorite pudding.

he opens it up, a joyous look resting on his face like a child finding a hidden stack of candy. he makes himself comfortable on your couch, happily chewing on the sweet treat while turning on the television.

he laughs to himself. you’d definitely be annoyed at him for eating your dessert.

deciding to be even more annoying, he gets his phone and takes a video of himself happily munching on the pudding he stole.

“nomnomnomnom.” he chews in front of the camera tauntingly and sends you the video with a mischievous grin on his face.

“ding!” what the hell? the unexpected notification sound coming from your room makes him jump. he gets off the couch and goes to your room to inspect. he already guesses you're probably in there, choosing sleep over attending a minor class. it has happened too many times. you'll always regret it afterwards. he'll definitely scold you for skipping your lecture.

minho opens the door, ready to wake you up, and his heart just drops to his belly.

there you are, in deep sleep, in the thinnest shorts he’s ever seen you in. he hasn't even seen you in any piece of clothing that stops above halfway of your thigh. the loose strap of your camisole had fallen off your shoulder. your legs are tangled with the blanket, one of it hitched over the material, and his knees almost buckle at the bit of cleavage your position subjected you to.

you’re a restless sleeper. he has a whole album in his phone of you in weird positions while asleep. he playfully threatens you that he’ll post some on your birthday when you annoy him with your antics but he never does, wanting to keep the funny and adorable sight to himself.

although what he’s seeing right now is not funny at all. his cock twitches in his pants almost immediately. he blinks three or four times in shock before he finally closes your door, cursing at himself and running to the bathroom.

since when did you look like that?

had your thighs always looked that fucking soft? he groans at the apparent feeling of his sweatpants getting tighter. he has to collect himself.

but he wants to grab your thighs... spread you for him maybe. you’d look so pretty. would you shiver if he touches you higher? and your tits…

“shit.”

he now has an erection in your bathroom, right after staring at your exposed body for much longer than he should have (not long enough, he thinks and buries deep), and right after eating the last cup of pudding you had.

what a horrible friend he is.

he sighs and palms himself. yeah, he’s horrible. he’ll buy you two extra cups of pudding later but he has to take care of his problem for now before he loses his mind. 

he bites his lip, trying to keep quiet as he pushes his pants down. he palms his twitching cock and hisses.

minho gathers all the shame left in him and turns on your faucet to muffle the sounds he knows he’s gonna make eventually. upping your water bill while he jacks off to the thought of your sleeping form...

what a damn horrible friend.

he gently gathers the pre-cum from his tip and spreads it over his cock. he groans. don’t think about her, don’t think about her, don’t think about her… he repeats it in his head as if his cock will listen.

shit, your bathroom smells like you, of course. his cock jumps at the memory of your smell, now invading his senses, and he gives up on trying to be decent and just closes his eyes, thinking of you sprawled out so vulnerable and pretty. 

he’s squeezes the base and he strokes. his thoughts go back to your thighs. your perfect fucking thighs… shit, if he could only push them together and fuck his cock in between them. would you squirm? he bets you will. you can’t even take a massage without squirming. you'll squirm on it, alright.

he keeps the pace rather slow, trying to make the fantasy last as long as possible. he decides he can feel guilty about it all he wants after. 

he's sure you’d go shy on him. you’d whine and complain about it being too big. he squeezes at the base. he’d coo at you. maybe he’ll grind it on your pussy first. he bets you’ll really squirm at that. but he’ll keep you in place. he’ll hold your thighs down. fuck. your soft fucking thighs. he grips himself harder. 

he won’t take your cute little shorts off. he’ll push the fabric aside and rub his heavy cock on you. you’d be so fucking wet, he thinks. so wet for him. he strokes a bit faster. he hopes you’d be so fucking sensitive too. he’d tap it on your clit. no- he groans. he’ll slap it on you. you'd whine so prettily, won't you? moan his name with your gentle voice? you'd get wetter. he'll make sure of it. he'd spread you and fucking hump his cock on your cunt for all he's worth. you would be so fucking wet. shit. 

you’d cry and tell him you're too sensitive. he'd hum in your ear, “poor baby”, in the sweetest fucking tone you’ve heard. but he won’t stop. you don't want him to. he’ll push his cock on it harder. you would grip onto his thighs, whimpering like a good girl.

minho's hand cramps from his harsh strokes. he switches to his other hand and tugs on it at a faster pace. you'd drool and bite on your lips, he can almost taste it. he decides he'll pull down the other strap of your top until your tits fall out. he keeps up the pace. he’s almost there. he'll fondle them. he knows they’re soft too. they'll be so soft and perfect in his rough palms. he’d pinch and squeeze and hold and fucking grope while his dick runs over and over your clit. you’d keep whining about how it’s too much. too sensitive. too intense. but you’ll love it, won't you? you'll beg him for more. he’ll laugh at you all sweet and condescending. “can’t even take it and i’m just rubbing on you? can this pretty pussy even handle me inside?” you'll pout at him for that and he'll follow eventually.

he’d keep playing with your tits. he'd use his mouth eventually. licking and sucking on it. you’ll try to muffle your sounds but you wouldn’t be able to. no, not when his cock would still be all over your messy cunt. he pants, biting on his lip. he’s almost fucking there. he’d take things further. maybe bite on your nipple while twisting and tugging the other one. then he'll do it. oh, you'll scream so good when he rams himself inside you without warning. you'll be latching onto him, clenching and whimpering and cumming fucking hard on his cock.

minho cums right after his image of you. his vision blurs. it’s dizzying. hot liquid squirts all over his shirt, coating his hand. goodness, there’s a lot of fucking cum. he leans back on the door with a sigh, cock out and softening, guilt still far away after having one of the hardest orgasms he’s ever had.

a moment passes and he washes his hands. he washes his face too. his red ears and neck was an embarrassing sight. he gathers himself, and there it is. the guilt.

he realizes he made a mess of his shirt. he needs to get his shit together. he won’t risk the possibility of you seeing him in his cum-stained shirt. minho comes out of the bathroom, shirt in his hand. he’ll just quickly grab one of his hoodies in your closet. 

he enters your room, glaring hard at the closet like it's a life and death situation. he tiptoes across your room, not risking to look at you again.

he reaches the cabinet handle. quickly and quietly, he takes a hoodie. success.

“minho?” your gentle voice startles him out of his internal battles at the moment. “why are you naked?”

he puts on the hoodie, still avoiding looking at you while he closes the cabinet.

“spilled something on it.”

you blink. then you stretch while letting out a moan. he takes a deep breath.

you get up from the bed and go outside. he rolls his dirty shirt in his hand and follows you to the kitchen.

fuck. there you are again. you’re bending over, checking the damn fridge and he clenches his jaw so hard it feels like it's gonna break.

“did you eat my pudding?” you huff at him. he exhales.

“yeah. s-sorry. i’ll buy you two after”, he says, guilt-ridden, and you just stare at him for 5 seconds. shit, do you know about the other thing? it's not likely..

you laugh. “calm down. why do you look all pouty?” you think it’s odd. minho would usually poke fun at you for him eating your food. minho just blinks at you. you shrug and you just look for at least a snack.

“i forgot to do groceries… i won’t have shit to eat tonight”, you say, opening your pantry and finding nothing. you open your fridge again, then you open your pantry again as if food will mysteriously appear the second time you do it. 

he’d make fun of you for it if he wasn’t so distracted by your nipples poking through your camisole, the light from the kitchen making it visible and inviting. nope. you deserve the courtesy of him being normal.

he grips his dirty shirt that he’s still somehow holding onto. you don’t even seem to care about your little attire. you're so comfortable in his presence and here he is he feels warmth pool in his belly again. he blinks and stares at your face instead.

“y-yeah. i have to do groceries too. how about you go with me later? let’s eat at that new place near uni first”, minho says, trying to speak as non-chalant as possible.

“mhm okay. i’m hungry as hell though so let’s go now. i’ll just get changed”, you say as you walk back to your room.

you pass by him and suddenly grab his dirty shirt from him and he panics. he grabs it back a bit aggresively.

“hey! what the-”, you start but he interrupts you.

“sorry. it’s just really dirty”, he quickly says, gripping the shirt tightly so you won’t try doing anything again.

“yeah that’s why i’ll put it in the laundry bin. gimme.” you tug at the shirt he's holding while looking at him confused.

“i-i can wash it. besides, you’ll steal it from me and i like this shirt very much.” he doesn’t. and even if he did. he liked that you took his things. but he puts on a teasing smile anyway so you’ll buy his excuses. you just roll your eyes at him with a smile and shut your door to get changed.

minho sighs in relief. he goes outside your apartment to bury the evidence of his... perversions. he tosses the stained shirt into the bin outside, burying it under the other plastic bags. 

even after destroying evidence, it doesn't make him less guilty of the deed. he'll try not to think about it. it'll be easy. he'll get over it.

he comes back inside your apartment, and there you are again, all pretty in your ridiculous baggy pants and one of his hoodies you stole, all cute with a pout on your face as you frown at your phone when you hear the little “nomnomnomnom” sound come from it.

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a/n: this is my first fic (drabble?) ever. pls bare with me. i made this account just to read but i got distracted seeing lino's ig story. he's sooooo fucking cute i had to write something. also idrk how to do warnings let me know if there should be something else there (^人^)

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