#lee know x yn

[amazinglystay]

Lost kitty 😔

Lee Know x Reader

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Not proof read!

Summary:

After Y/N loses Soonie, Minho’s anger strains their relationship, but finding the cat safe offers a chance to rebuild trust. Tw:Angst? This story contains themes of a lost pet, intense arguments, and emotional distress that may be upsetting to some readers.

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The door slammed shut behind Minho as he entered the apartment, his expression blank but his eyes dark and unreadable. You stood near the couch, your hands clasped tightly together, heart thundering in your chest. You’d heard the anger in his voice over the phone, but seeing him in person his lips pressed into a thin line, his jaw ticking was worse.

"What happened?" he asked, his voice low but brimming with tension.

Your throat felt dry. "Minho, I—"

"Where is Soonie?" he interrupted, his sharp eyes locking onto yours.

You flinched. "I don’t know," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

His face twisted, and he let out a disbelieving laugh cold and humorless. "You don’t know?" he repeated, the words slicing through the air. "Are you joking right now, Y/N?"

"I didn’t mean for this to happen!" you exclaimed, tears springing to your eyes. "I thought he was asleep, and then—then I realized the balcony door was open, and—"

"The balcony?" Minho’s voice was louder now, laced with fury. He took a step closer, his eyes blazing. "You left the balcony door open while Soonie was here? Do you have any idea how dangerous that is? How irresponsible?"

"I was careful!" you insisted, though the words felt hollow even to you. "It was just a mistake, Minho! I didn’t think—"

"Exactly," he snapped, cutting you off. "You didn’t think. You didn’t think about how much I trust you. You didn’t think about how much Soonie means to me. You didn’t think about anything, did you?"

The accusation stung, and you bristled defensively. "I’ve been searching for him all day! I didn’t just sit here and hope he’d walk back in!"

"And yet, he’s still missing," Minho shot back, his voice sharp as glass. "Do you even understand what you’ve done? Those cats are my everything, Y/N. They’ve been with me through everything, my worst days, my best days. They’re not just pets; they’re family. And you—" He stopped himself, his fists clenching as if he was trying to keep from saying something he’d regret.

You swallowed hard, the weight of his words crushing you. "I know how much they mean to you," you said quietly, your voice trembling. "And I’m sorry, Minho. I am. I didn’t want this to happen. I’ve been tearing myself apart trying to fix it."

His laugh this time was bitter, his frustration spilling over. "Sorry doesn’t bring Soonie back, does it?"

You felt the tears spill over, but you quickly wiped them away. "I’m not giving up, Minho. I’m not. I’ll search all night if I have to. I’ll knock on every door, call every shelter… whatever it takes."

Minho turned away, his hands on his hips as he exhaled sharply. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, and the silence was deafening. Then, finally, he spoke, his voice quieter but no less cutting.

"You don’t get it," he said, shaking his head. "You don’t know what it’s like to lose something you love because someone else was careless."

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. You opened your mouth to respond, but he was already grabbing his coat.

"I’m going to look for him," he said curtly, not even glancing at you.

"Minho, wait—"

"Don’t," he snapped, his voice like a whip. "I need to do this myself."

He left before you could say another word, the door slamming shut behind him.

Hours passed. You’d spent every second of them searching the streets, calling Soonie’s name until your voice was hoarse. Every shadow, every flicker of movement sent your heart racing, but each time, it wasn’t him.

You were about to give up when your phone buzzed. You fumbled to answer it, Minho’s name on the screen.

"I found him," he said, his voice strained. "In the alley behind the convenience store."

Relief flooded through you, so overwhelming that your knees nearly gave out. "Oh, thank God. Is he okay?"

"He’s fine," Minho replied, though his tone was clipped. "Scared, but fine."

"I’m coming to you," you said quickly.

"No," he said firmly. "Just… go home. I’ll be back soon."

Before you could argue, he hung up.

When Minho returned, Soonie was curled in his arms, looking none the worse for wear. You approached cautiously, but Minho avoided your gaze as he set the cat down gently on the couch.

"I’m glad he’s safe," you said softly.

Minho finally looked at you, his expression still hard. "I don’t know if I can trust you again," he said bluntly.

His words hit you like a physical blow, and you felt your throat tighten. "Minho, I—"

"I love you, Y/N," he interrupted, his voice quieter now but no less serious. "But this… this is different. They’re my family. If something had happened to Soonie because of you—" He shook his head, unable to finish the thought.

You nodded, tears slipping silently down your cheeks. "I understand," you whispered. "I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, Minho. To him."

He looked at you for a long moment, the anger in his eyes giving way to something softer—something still wounded but less sharp.

"I just need time," he said finally.

And though it wasn’t forgiveness, it was a start.

Later that night, as Soonie purred softly in his lap, Minho glanced over at you, your eyes red from crying but still focused on the cats, as if you were silently promising to protect them with everything you had.

It wasn’t much, but it was enough to begin stitching the frayed edges back together.

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[hyunverse]

ways he shows you he loves you ☆ lee know.

lee know x gn!reader. just teeth-rotting fluff. 353 words.

love, to lee minho, isn't just expressed in three words.

to minho, love is when he peels you oranges, arranged in the shape of a heart when he presents it to you. he'd feed you one, kiss your forehead and leave the plate on the table whenever he sees you stressing over work.

love is the way he tries to make you laugh by leaving sticky notes around the house, each one containing a random joke or doodles of jureumi. he tries to convey love whenever he slips a note into your lunchbox, the words "eat well," written on the paper. minho hopes that these notes will make you smile throughout the day.

it's love when he shields you on rainy days, whether it be with an umbrella or his jacket. his needs are pushed aside then, his number one priority being your comfort. the raven doesn't mind the rainfall drenching the back of his tee as he pulls you close to him, using his leather jacket to shield your head.

minho takes your health seriously. he doesn't even allow jokes about you falling sick, he's sure to send daggers your way when you do. he ensures all your meals are eaten, going as far as ordering delivery for you if you're too busy. your favourite meals are written down in his notes, preferred restaurants starred in his delivery app. on off days, minho enjoys cooking for you. he adores the entire process of it — from buying groceries with you, and cooking as you hold him from behind. but most importantly, he loves feeding you your first bite and seeing a smile appear on your pretty face. <3

love is also the way he incorporates you in his morning routine. he wakes up, and kisses you on the forehead before getting ready. another kiss to the lips before he leaves for work. though it's become a habit, you've never doubted the sincerity of the kisses. you could feel it in the tenderness of each kiss.

lee minho loves you — how could you doubt it when he lovingly shows signs in all his actions?

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[charmercharm3r]

it’s 12am, i have work at 9 but i literally cannot stop thinking about leeknow showering together fluff like it’s invading my thoughts rn

he’d be so sweet and gentle outside of bed (plenty of teasing as always) im just obsessed with the thought

-🌙 <3

i need a little sweetness on my page rn so here’s some food for thought :)

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minho’s so gentle natured already, and also very touchy. showering together is a must! at least three times a week! it’s minho-law, strictly enforced or face the consequences (he’d only kiss ur forehead instead of ur lips for two days straight).

he likes to close the toilet lid and sit on it to watch while you undress so he can make you all flustered— we all know he has a staring problem, especially with his beloved. he won’t go out of his way to tease you during these softer times, but if the moment happens to present itself, he’s not gonna shy away. say you forget to grab another towel so you have to share one between the both of you. minho will use it on himself first while you stand there like a soggy lil puppy until he’s done, only then does he hand it to you and runs to get a fresh, clean one to wrap around your shoulders.

but if there isn’t one of those moments (rare), he likes to do everything for you. washing your hair, soaping your body, even helping you shave if you wanted. tbh it’s all an excuse to keep a hand on you at all times cus he’s touchy like that, and his love language is acts of service with a hint of physical skinship. i think he’d be the type to get in the shower with you even if he’d already taken one just to be near you, and encourages you to tell him about your day while you’re stuck in there with him. “you can’t leave, or else you’ll be dirty. so either you can be stinky in bed or you can let me listen to you talk. choose wisely.”

on days he especially misses you, he’ll even dry your hair and help you apply lotion. his favorite part is skin care, sitting you on the nearest high surface to be eye level or taller than him and he can apply all your products with such a delicate touch. for lip balm, he puts it on himself, then leans in to kiss you. “what’s yours is mine, what’s mine is yours. that includes lip balm.”

[steadysuitenthusiast]

This is my first ever fanfic that I’m posting! Please like, reblog, and leave comments telling me what you think! Currently only writing for SKZ. If you have any ideas, I’d be happy to write something if you send me an ask!

Tiny Traitor (shout out to @skzms for the title idea and for encouraging me to write this!! You’re the best <3)

Pairing: lee know x reader

Summary: Minho comes home to find you in bed with a replacement for him. But how can he be angry when he looks so much like him and you look so peaceful.

Warnings: none, just fluff!

Word count: 813

2:19am

Minho had told you he’d be late getting home tonight, but you hadn’t expected him to be this late. A glance at the clock on your bedside table had you heaving a sigh of defeat. You had spent the past 2 hours scrolling on your phone, trying to stay awake. Your eyes were hurting from staring at the screen for so long and you had to be up at 8 for work. Resigned to the fact that you wouldn’t be seeing Minho tonight, you sent him a text saying you loved him, locked your phone, grabbed your Leebit plushie that you kept hidden for nights you’re alone and missing Minho, and rolled over to fall asleep.

3:22am

Minho opened the front door to your shared apartment as quietly as he could, as he figured you were probably asleep by now. Taking off his shoes and hanging his jacket by the door, he silently padded his way to your shared bedroom to check on you before he washed up for the night. What he saw as he stepped into the room stopped him in his tracks and had his breath hitching in his throat. You were laying in the middle of the bed, your hair fanned out on the pillows framing your sleeping face and making you look angelic. You were wearing one of Minho’s shirts that you had confiscated from him months ago claiming you slept better wrapped in something that belonged to him, especially when he wasn’t with you. But the thing that made Minho tear up, was the little Leebit plushie cuddled in your arms the way that he should be, the way he craved to be. He hated being away from you, especially when he was so close. The late nights at the dance studio were taking away his time with you and it made his heart ache.

You stirred awake at the feeling of someone’s eyes on your sleeping form. “Min? You just getting home?” You murmured, your voice raspy with sleep.

“Hi my love. Yes, I’m sorry I woke you. Just wanted to check on you before I showered. Go back to sleep and I’ll be back soon, yeah?” Minho responded, softly stroking your hair and placing a kiss at your hairline.

“Mmkay” you mumbled before rolling over and trying to doze off again, but the knowledge that Minho was in the other room made you stay awake so you could see him, at least for a little while.

About 10 minutes later, the door to the bathroom opened and Minho stepped out with his hair still dripping with water from the shower. He looked at the bed and noticed you watching him. “I thought I told you to go back to sleep?” he questioned you softly.

“Couldn’t sleep. Wanted to see you” you state simply.

“Well in that case…” he pauses and narrows his eyes playfully at you. “You wanna tell me what you’re doing in bed with that tiny traitor?”

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion as you looked at him questioningly, unsure of what he was referring to. His eyes darted to the Leebit plushie still cradled in your arms then back to your own. You glanced down, almost forgetting you were holding it, and burst into laughter at the pout that had formed on your boyfriend’s face.

“Tiny traitor?? How could you call him that??” You said through your fit of laughter.

“Well he’s in my spot! He’s snuggling MY girl in MY bed!” Minho exclaimed looking a little defeated. You sobered at this and your eyes softened as you looked at your handsome, exhausted boyfriend.

“He keeps me company when you’re not here and I’m missing you. I usually only need him when you’re on tour and I can’t come with you, but I missed you a lot tonight. So I needed the extra snuggles.”

Minho crept towards the bed slowly, a small smile forming on his face as he came closer to you, “When did you even get him? I don’t remember ever seeing you with a SKZoo plushie” he said playfully.

“Technically I had him before I met you.” you responded shocking him slightly.

“I thought Felix was your bias before we met” he raised an eyebrow at you.

“Was??” you tease. He narrowed his eyes and started tickling your sides mercilessly. “I’m kidding! I’m kidding!” You half yelled in an effort to make the tickle torture cease. “You’re my ultimate bias, even though you called Leebit a tiny traitor” you looked at Minho lovingly after he stopped his playful assault on your sides.

“I love you so much baby” he stated, voice barely above a whisper. He kissed your forehead before mumbling, “I’ll buy you all the tiny traitors you want if it helps you stop missing me.”

[taetr4ck]

LOVE IN SCRIBBLES — ten things lee know writes in his love letters for you

lee know x reader — fluff, a little bit of angst if you close your eyes

a/n: i need a minho in my life 💔

bang chan / minho / changbin / hyunjin / jisung / felix / seungmin / jeongin

i. do you know what i look forward to every morning? the moment your eyes open groggily and you stare at me with a smile on your face. i hope i wake up with you every morning for eternity.

ii. i love how the sun caresses your skin. the way the rays of sunlight kiss your figure, making your face radiate and stand out. no matter how bright or dark it is, you always shine to me – even in your darkest days.

iii. is it normal for my cheeks to grow hot whenever i think about you?

iv. you smell like home.

v. you did a job well done today. not just today – every day. i am beyond proud. i am here to cheer for you always. i hope you know that, honey.

vi. my heart breaks whenever i see you so down, it makes me wonder how could someone or something do this to you. i want to save you from everything that harms you – even if it’s from yourself.

vii. i’ve never seen my cats being so clingy to other people. when they saw you for the first time and immediately went to your arms, i know to myself that i found the one – maybe this is lady luck giving her blessing.

viii. i feel like i loved you in my past life – in every universe and every lifetimes. maybe we really are destined to each other. the universe brought us back together, bounded together and forever.

ix. i hope you see yourself through my eyes. maybe in that way, you know how precious you are to me.

x. i can’t wait to marry you. ah, i hope i don’t cry when the day comes – but i know to myself that i will. the idea of marrying you makes me want to cry out of happiness.

(bonus.) for eternity? for eternity.

⋆ taetr4ck, est may 2023. / requests open

[markiv3]

neighborhood

you and felix had been friends forever until a new guy moved to the neighborhood. lee minho. that was his name.

with: non-idol lee know, girl next door yn, felix is just the bestfriend hes honestly useless (lovingly) warnings: not proofread i guess do not judge me. this is probably ass but okay

ch. 1: "what's his name"

ch. 2: pretentious pretty boy

ch. 3: ...

tagslist: @bunchofroses07 i know you wanna be tagged

[kidrauhlschik]

Tangled Memories - Lee Know AU

Hatred.

Loathing.

Animosity.

Abhorrence.

There isn’t a word in the dictionary that could describe the way you felt about the absolute vane of your existence.

Lee Minho

There also isn’t a way to pin point the reason why you felt that way towards him.

Maybe it’s the because he’s so cold and uncaring, or it’s the way he lacks respect and manners, maybe it’s because he’s selfish and closed off.

It’s definitely not because every word you can use to describe him is the exact same word he’d use to describe you.

The situation changes when every memory that built your character, every scar that made every brick for the walls you built around yourself, and every bruise that gave you strength, all just vanish. Now all that’s left is a clean heart that hasn’t suffered and a precious soul that hasn’t been forced to hide its pain.

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Warnings: angst, f!reader, enemies to lovers, drunk driving, gaslighting, Fighting, yelling, cursing, angst, heartbreak, lies, angst, accidents, minho is mean, lmk if I missed anything!!

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Chapters:

1. Accident

2. Hate?

3. Hurt

4. Real.

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[elllisaaa]

no nut november - lee minho (winner)

-> pairing : minho x fem!reader

-> words count : 2.1k

-> genre : smut, etablished relation

-> warnings : dom!minho, dirty talk, praising, unprotected sex, oral (f. and m. receiving), fingering, use of 'good girl', 'kitten" and 'slut' (lovingly), overstimulation, spanking

+ the way i'm depicting minho does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction.

-> 18+ content bellow, minors dni

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> masterlist | skz masterlist | no nut november

To say Minho was confident about his chances was an understatement. Honestly, he knew he wouldn’t have much competition, except maybe from Seungmin. Still, he followed the loss of all his members like the best show he had ever seen, teasing them endlessly. Some surprises came with the bet, like Jeongin being one of the last still going after the third week of November. But overall, they were all so predictable that Minho could have guessed how it would end. 

So when he received a message from Seungmin the 30th, saying that he was out, Minho knew that he had finally won. Just two days, and he could finally do all the things he was constantly thinking about for these past weeks to you. It hadn’t been an easy win, he must say. He almost lost just once, when he was making out with you on your couch during a movie night. But he managed - God knows how - to contain himself and stay strong. 

Even though he didn’t lose control doesn’t mean that he didn’t get crazy over you for the smallest things. Like this one time when you were applying your gloss, getting ready for the date Minho had planned for the two of you. The act was innocent, no ulterior motives - of course, you were so sweet, didn’t do anything to try and make him lose - but he couldn’t stop his mind from wandering to other places. He couldn’t stop thinking about those same glossy lips wrapped around his cock, couldn’t stop thinking about those same glossy lips covered in his cum, as well as your perfect face. But these fantasies were all he would authorize himself, or else, he would have gone mad by now. 

On your side, even if this challenge was frustrating too, it was also very amusing : seeing your spoiled boyfriend, who used to get what he wanted from you immediately, struggling to keep the last pieces of his sanity together was funny. Very funny. But you knew that you wouldn’t be laughing at the end of the month, most likely screaming and crying underneath Minho. But you knew that as soon as his primal needs and yours would be fulfilled, he was gonna be the sweetest boyfriend ever. And you couldn’t wait to hold him and fall asleep in his arms.  

Therefore you weren’t surprised when you heard someone knocking at your door at midnight precisely. Minho hadn’t tell you anything but you were sure that as soon as he could, he would come and fuck you. That’s exactly why you decided to stay awake, watching your favorite film and patiently waiting for him to show up at your door. You couldn’t help the little smirk that tugged at the corner of your lips as you unlocked the door of your apartment to reveal the well-known silhouette of your boyfriend, leaning on the wall and wearing the same smile as you. 

“- Have you missed me, kitten ?

- Well, come and find out.”

It didn’t take more than that for him to grab your waist, pushing your body against his already rock hard member, and to kiss you like he needed you to breathe, like you were his oxygen. And in a sense, it was true. This month without you, without feeling your skin under his hands, without feeling your touch. This month was really what he had pictured when he imagined hell. 

“- You’re not gonna be able to walk tomorrow kitten…

- Good, because I want you to ruin me.”

You didn’t even notice that Minho closed the door until he pushed you against it, his tongue playing with yours like he wanted to win a fight he had already won anyway. He always won. And if he didn’t, it was only a moment of peace before he took the lead again. But honestly, you weren’t complaining right now : you had missed him too much to care, just like he had missed you. From the way he was groping every part of your body as he was undressing you from your shorts and hoodie, to the way he grunted when you ran your fingers through his hair. He clearly missed you as much as you did. 

“- Minho… Please, don’t tease…”

No answer came to your ears as he helped you get out of your last piece of clothing and got down on his knees. That was enough of an answer for you. You were already breathing heavily, anticipating Minho’s next move. One of his fingers ran along your clit, making you shiver and whine for more. You needed him. You needed to feel him. 

“- Already so wet for me… You missed me that much ?

- Yes, I missed you so much Min… Please, I need you….”

Your pleas were enough to convince him apparently because he immediately dived into your cunt, eating you out as if he was a man starved. A sigh left his lips when your taste engulfed him. Fuck. He missed your taste, missed your moans, missed your hands tugging at his roots, missed the way you were grinding against his face. He missed it all even if it was worth it. 

But what was even more worth it was to relieve all this pent up frustration of the past month. Yes, it was torture most of the time, but Minho must admit that getting to touch you again after so long made him want to appreciate it even more, savoring every drop of your juices as if it was the most expensive champagne he ever got to taste, and taking his sweet time, listening to your moans like his favourite song. 

You quickly felt close to the edge, wanting nothing more than cumming on his tongues. And Minho knew the tale-tell signs of your orgasm by heart : how your thighs began to shake, how you lost the rhythm of your hips, how you tugged harder on his strands of hair. And after all you did for him this month, he was more than happy to offer it to you, sucking one last time on your clit and coaxing your first orgasm out of you. By the time he got to his feets, you were almost back to reality, your chest still heaving to your hitched breathe. 

“- You okay ?”

His fingers brushed softly against your cheek, a rough contrast with how messily he was eating your pussy just minutes ago, your arousal still coating his chin and lips. 

“- Yeah… You’re just too good at this.

- Wanna see all the other things I’m good at ?”

And he did show you. He put you on your knees for him, pushing his rock hard cock until it hit the back of your throat, grinning when you gagged around him. He fucked your mouth roughly, releasing all his annoyance of the past month until you milked him dry. Then, he played with you again, his fingers plunged as deeply as possible into your cunt, hitting your sweet every time he curled them in the right angle, making you cum for the second time before he got you on all fours. 

“- Gonna be a good girl and give me one more kitten ?”

You simply moaned by way of answer, but that didn’t seem to satisfy him as all you earned was a slap that made your ass jiggle, the sound echoing through your bedroom. You couldn’t see Minho’s face, but you could easily imagine the smirk playing on his lips. 

“- Use your words.

- Yes, yes I can… Please, fuck me…

- That’s better.”

Both of you knew that the act he was putting on would drop as soon as he slid in between your wet walls. His moans were almost louder than yours, his iron grip on your hips that will certainly leave marks holding you in place. It’s been too long. Too long since he tasted you, kissed you, touched you, fucked you. And now, finally buried deep inside of you, he found himself unable to move. Every now and then, your pussy fluttered around his shaft and he groaned while tightening his grip on your waist.

“- I’m sorry, I’m not gonna last long.”

His voice was already airy, cut out by little high-pitched moans every time he thrusted back into you. And that was one of the hottest things you’ve ever heard. It was a shame you couldn’t see his face right now, but the feeling of his heavy length pounding in and out of your cunt was already enough to bring you closer to your relief. You weren’t going to last long either, having missed being fucked by him too much.

“- Don’t care… S-So good Min…”

At this point, you were fucking yourself on his cock, and Minho stared down at your ass coliding with his abs everytime you moved backwards, moaning loudly everytime he hitted your sweet spot. It really was a sight to behold, and he didn’t miss a bit of it, his gaze lingering on your cunt swallowing him whole. 

“- You’re so fucking nasty baby, bet you fantasized about that every day, didn’t you ?”

You were so out of it that you couldn’t form any coherent word, and even less sentences, only whimpers leaving your lips. Minho chuckled from behind you, picking up on his pace and holding your hips still while he rammed into you at a much quicker rhythm. 

“- I am fucking you so good you can’t talk ? Is that it little slut ?”

You moaned in approuval, reliveing in the way his body now pressed into yours in the mattress, his lips brushing against your ear everytime he talked dirty to you. Minho knew how excited that got you. He wanted you to come before him, he wanted to feel the delicious ache of you getting impossibly tight around him before cumming too. 

“- Answer, or you’re not getting what you want.

- Y-Yeah ! 

- Yeah to what ? That’s not a proper response baby.”

The sweet name paired with his hand slapping your ass was degrading, borderline humiliating, but it felt so fucking good, tightening the knot in your stomach and bringing you so much closer to your climax.

“- You’re fucking me s-so good I can’t… Ah… I can’t talk.

- Good girl. Now you can cum.”

As if you only needed his permission to do so, you reached your breaking point, screaming in pleasure and your pussy contracting so hard around him he came almost immediately, moaning your name loudly as he spilled his load deep inside of you. Both of your orgasms were so intense your visions became white, tears almost spilling out of your eyes. For a moment, the only sound breaking the silence of your bedroom was one of your heavy breathing, trying to regain some strength to move from the position you were currently in, which was becoming quite uncomfortable. 

Minho rolled off from your body, laying on your side and bringing you close to him, not wanting to leave the warmth radiating from you. You immediately cuddled against him, settling your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his intoxicating scent with an audible sigh of relief. 

“- That was undoubtedly the most powerful orgasm of my whole life.”

You giggled at his words, but you could only agree with him : it indeed was, and even if you weren’t certain that an entiere month of frustration was the better way of getting it, you were still glad for it.

“- Yeah, it was amazing but I’m gonna need a good shower.

- Does this mean round two ?”

You hit his toned chest playfully, rolling your eyes, but you didn’t miss his teasing smirk and he didn’t miss the way the corner of your lips were threatening to stretch out. 

“- That means we’re not doing that ever again. I missed you too much, it wasn’t really fun.”

Feeling you snuggle even more against him, Minho tightens his hold on you, one of his hands coming to caress your shoulders, his gaze softening. He lowered his head enough to be able to kiss the crown of your hair, burying his face inside just after, the perfume of your shampoo feeling familiar enough to totally relax him.

“- I missed you a lot too. But it was worth it seeing them losing one after another.”

You hit him again, but it only made him chuckle softly. You knew your boyfriend was very competitive, and maybe it wasn’t a bad thing after all, you thought, when you felt his hands sliding from your shoulder to your ass, squeezing them roughly. 

“- So… Round two ?”

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[hyunjinsbelovedamericano]

Sleepy time with bf! skz

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Tysm for the request! I have wrote something like this before but I have way more ideas

Fluff ofc, implied fem reader on Felix's part

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Bangchan

Winter times is the time where you and bangchans sleeping schedule drop,4am is the new 20:00pm! Even though you have to wake up 3 hours early tomorrow it doesn't stop you from staying up late

Youd end up scrolling on Amazon looking up things that you wanted, Chan knew that you were a shopaholic your basket was FLOODED with items

"baby,you can't keep adding items to your basket like that"

"What why"

"You don't have that much money"

"Yeah but you do"

Chan sighed knowing he couldn't say anything back to this,he always wanted to shower you with gifts he should expect your basket to overflowed like that.

He didn't wanna keep you up too long though,so he cradled you to sleep like you were a baby,your knees would be up to chin and you would be laying on your side,Chan would put him arms around your waist his warm hands relieving any type of pain your stomach was having

Lee know

Lee know would 100% loveeee to cuddle with you and his cats, it's like free melatonin.Soongie would be in between the both of you, purring from the head scratches.

If you're struggling to sleep, say no more, Soongie, Doongie,Dori and Minho are to the rescue!It's like sleeping on clouds, it's comfy cosy and it has Lee know. What more could you want? Right before going to sleep Lee know would help you prepare for bed, if you weren't having such a good day he would help you with your skincare, make sure you have fresh pjs you just have to go to sleep stress free.

He would be a bit confused though, I don't think he would have the best knowledge on how these face masks work

"No,lino-you,you have to-wait"

The face mask would end up all over your face, even going in your mouth once

From now on you know to sheet face masks preventing anything bad happening in the future

Changbin

Changbin always had energy so it would be harder to fall asleep with him,he's constantly so giggly and silly but it's hard to hate him because.. It's changbin

You had a very big collection of plushies which changbin found very cute, before you even started dating you forced him to memorise the plushies names. You had them piled up on the side of the bed and made him name the plushies you picked up.

"Whats his name?"

"That's a he? I thought it was a she-"

You would get frustrated with him not being able to remember ANY of them, you taught him this!

"Changbin! You know this"

"I kinda don't though"

You sigh heavily and plop down on the bed beside him,

"I was too busy looking at your pretty face"

He would try to cheer you up with being a flirt, it wasn't gonna be that easy though. He would have to smother your face is kisses and cuddle you trying to get you to relax, once he noticed that you started getting sleepy he would lay his head on his chest playing with your hair,falling asleep with you

Hyunjin

Hyunjin would treat you like a princess, he wants to make sure you enjoy every bit of your rest,you guys would be snuggled up in a heated blanket he got you for your birthday, this time of the month is the coldest and he definitely doesn't want you to get sick

If you had trouble sleeping he would sing you to sleep,play with your hair until you fall asleep. Anything that makes you feel at ease

When you wake up kkami would be there in between the both of you,how did he even get here? Whatever he's here now and that's all that matters

You guys would have debates on who has to switch off the light

"Hyunjin I'm already in bed"

"So am i"

"Yeah, but, I got here first"

"I don't wanna get up tho"

"Neither do I!"

You would end up forcing him to do it 🤷‍♀️

Han

Omg han would snore so loud,your trying to get some peaceful rest and all of a sudden you hear this agitating grating sound, turns out it han! And he's snoring

You expressed to him how loud and annoying he can be when he's asleep, to this he just acts oblivious and clueless

"What dym I snore? No I don't"

"Are you certain?."

But when he doesn't snore you guys would be pulling all-nighters knowing you have to wake up early the next day

Binge watching your fav k-dramas, one more episode wouldn't hurt right?

I honestly see han being a drooler, he sleeps with his mouth open most of the time which causes drool to fall down the side of his mouth, ew

Felix

He would ramble to the extreme, like daymn don't you ever run out of words to say?

Yk those clips of him where he just says the most stupidest things to ever exist, yeah he's gonna dump them on you

"Yk how Australia is two or three hours ahead of Korea,if you think about it when I go from Sydney to Korea... I'm basically time traveling"

"Felix go to sleep"

All he does is talk honestly,yappa yappa yappa

He would talk until you fall asleep, when he's not talking about stupid shit, he would be talking about your future

Like your wedding day, how many kids you wanna have

"We should have 5 kids"

"NOO"

"Why not?"

"If ur birthing the kids then sure"

Seungmin

You and seungmin would 100% pillow flight, even if you're not awake he'd hit you with a pillow

If you have to get up early and you're not waking up he's just hit you with the nearest pillow he can find

"Honey wake up"

"Honey get your ass up"

".... Okay then"

All of a sudden you'd wake up from being brutally attacked by a pillow, how rude of him

"Seungmin, ow-what are you doing?!"

"I told you to wake up"

What a menace

Jeongin

I lowkey think jeongin would sleep walk, just for lil bit yk😋

You would wake up in the middle of the night and turn to side to see no jeongin, where did he go?

Just as you were about to get up to look for him you heard a creak from the door, you turned to see jeongin leaning his head against the door

Obviously you were confused like,what when how why

You rushed to him and tapped him on the shoulder gently not wanting to alarm him

"Jeongin wtf"

This seemed to awake his from... Whatever and he snapped back into reality

"How did I get here?"

"I don't know you tell me"

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[secretsecretbunny]

Just friends: stray kids smau.

Part one: "there are no flaws in ghibli."

paring: lee minho x f!reader - roommate!skz

genre: fluff, angst, future smut, roommates au.

warnings for this chapter: mild sexual jokes. alcohol mention.

PLEASE read character intros/story set up: here

You had the large sofa set up with a few fluffy blankets and pillows, streaming service pulled up on the big TV when Minho emerged from his room. You were still wrapped up in the group chat when he silently leaned over the back of the grey couch, head next to yours, smiling mischievously before asking lowly in your ear, "so, which ghibli movie are we watching?", making you jump in surprise with a screech as he laughed at your reaction.

"JESUS, TWINKLETOES. WEAR A BELL OR SOMETHING!" you exclaimed, hand over your chest.

A playful chuckle escaped his lips as he plopped onto the cozy sofa beside you.

A sly grin spread across his face as he mused aloud, "yeah you'd like that, huh? a nice collar with a little bell fastened around my neck?" he winked.

You rolled your eyes "I'm gonna hose you down". you said, looking him up and down in an attempt to be threatening, but the more you thought about it, it did sound.. no. You shook off the thought, looking back at the TV.

Minho laughed and raised an eyebrow, his sharp features still amused as he asked again, "You gonna answer or what? Which movie are we doing?"

You huffed, rolling your eyes once again, this time with a subtle smile on your face. You leaned back into the cushions "I don't know, I was gonna let you choose", you responded, scrolling through the list of Ghibli movies on the screen.

"Oh, well then obviously The Cat Returns." he replied immediately. You perked up "Sweet, I love that one! Popcorn?". Minho nodded "obviously. I'll make drinks if you make the popcorn?" he asked. "deal." you said, standing up and heading towards the kitchen.

Your bare feet were chilly on the cold tiles as you walked into the large spacious kitchen. White marble countertops sat in contrast to the many black cabinets and their handles with gold detailing.

You opened the pantry and grabbed a bag of popcorn, then popped it into the microwave before turning around and hopping up to sit on the counter to watch Minho make the drinks. The marble countertop was cold on your pajama short clad legs as you kicked your dangling feet, feeling excited for movie night. "you want drinks or do you want drinks?" he asked, pausing what he was doing. "Hmm, drinks" you answered. He spun around, opening the glass liquor cabinet with a flourish "pick your poison, princess." he gestured at the dozens of bottles and raised his arms to emphasize the amount, making his shirt ride up and expose a line of soft skin above his sweatpants. You forcibly drag your eyes away to look at the extensive alcohol collection.

"do we have limoncello?"

"duh" Minho responded, grabbing the bright yellow liqueur. "what do you want it in?"

"sprite. add a bit of maraschino cherry juice?"

"you got it, princess." He meticulously prepared the drinks in tall, clear glasses, crafting a similar beverage for himself out of convenience, though likely not out of desire for the taste. The popcorn in the microwave emitted a high-pitched beep, prompting you to stand up and carefully remove it before pouring its contents into a glass bowl.

"ready?" you asked

he nodded "yeah. don't trip and spill the popcorn this time though." he chuckled.

"that was once!"

Minho looked at you pointedly, head cocked to the side.

"okay, twice. shut up." you grumbled quickly.

A grin spread across his face as he trailed behind you, heading back towards the plush couch.

As you prepared to enjoy the film, Minho placed the icy beverages within easy reach, arranging them neatly beside the heap of fluffy popcorn on the polished wooden coffee table. You cozied up into Minho as he sat down, the promise of cuddles being fulfilled.

You and Minho had been close friends since college, though it wasn't always that way. The first time you met him, freshman year, he was so unimpressed by your existence that you could barely get more than one word at a time out of him. He seemed disinterested in getting to know you better, and his curt responses made you feel like an inconvenience more than anything.

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You were running late again. Of course you were, what was new? You sighed dramatically as you walked to your class, not even bothering to rush yourself at this point. Taking a deep breath of the crisp autumn air, you attempted to calm yourself. You knew you were starting a project today and the professor probably had already assigned you a partner since you were late. Most likely whichever poor soul it was that didn't get chosen by another classmate.

You entered the lecture hall, coffee in hand, sitting in your usual seat. You had just rested your forehead on the cool surface of the table when you felt a tap on your shoulder. Looking up with a pout you made eye contact with probably the most beautiful man you had ever seen.

"y/n, right? I'm your partner for the project." he said, his tone mildly annoyed.

"That's me. Sorry I'm late, I uh, overslept." you said with a nervous laugh and a warm smile.

"Don't care. You know what the project is even about?" he asked condescendingly, glower on his face.

Your smile dropped as you scoffed. The attitude on this guy. "Of course I do, why wouldn't I? It's been talked about for weeks." you responded, matching his tone.

"Well, you missed the opening lecture today because you were late, I don't know if that's a consistent problem for you or not." he rolled his eyes.

You narrowed your eyes at him. It definitely was a consistent problem, but he didn't need to know that. "Whatever. Let's just get started."

Throughout the next few weeks, you and Minho collaborated on the project, constantly disagreeing over every minor detail. It wasn't until your mutual friends, Chan and Changbin, intervened that you began to tolerate each other.

"You two are so similar it hurts." Changbin said as he watched you and Minho bicker over something as simple as which font to use.

"Don't compare me to him!" You said in offense.

"We may not see eye-to-eye on anything else, but our shared disdain for each other is undeniable." Minho said, arms crossed over his chest.

"what, you got a word of the day calendar or something? or are you just trying to meet your word count for the day." you spat out with disdain.

"Please, you're both getting on my nerves. Sit down and work on your project before I lecture you in the middle of this library." Chan huffed, frustration clear in his voice as he tried to work on his own homework.

"Yes, dad." Minho uttered sarcastically. "Wouldn't want to get myself grounded from the Nintendo for a week."

Your attempt to suppress your giggle failed as you laughed at his witty remark. You brought your hand up to conceal the wide grin spreading across your face while Minho observed your reaction intently, furrowing his brows with a tilt of his head.

"What?" You ask defensively.

"Nothing. Just never seen you laugh. The smile looks better than the scowl you're usually wearing"

You turn your head back to your laptop in an attempt to hide how flustered his comment made you. "Be funnier then." you mumbled.

He rolled his eyes, huffing out a small laugh of his own as he sat back down in the seat beside you. "I'll keep that in mind." he noted with a hint of sarcasm. Chan and Changbin shared a knowing look, smirks on their faces.

From then on, your interactions with Minho took on a playful edge. The back-and-forth banter and witty remarks became a Hallmark of your relationship, bringing you closer together.

As you continued to hang out frequently, Chan and Bin were always part of the crew. On occasion, Chan's cousin Felix would tag along, and before long he began inviting his own friends to join in on the fun as well. Your close-knit clique soon swelled up to an impressive total of nine members, marking the start of countless memorable adventures that are still talked about today.

The decision to drop out was made collectively about two years later by you and your friends due to an unfortunate event involving a harmful rumor that nearly jeopardized everything between your circle of friends. It simply didn't feel worth the trouble anymore. The frequent arguments you had with outsiders, the dirty looks, and the hushed whispers as you passed by made you feel culpable. The gossip topic made it feel like your fault. It affected you the most but the boys were treated horribly as well. You all began skipping classes, which honestly only fueled the rumors, but none of you could handle the treatment anymore so you all decided to drop out, Felix offering one of his families many large houses as refuge. You've all been together since.

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You were midway through the movie, thoroughly engrossed in the plot, while laying on the couch wrapped up in a warm and cozy blanket. Minho was spooning you from behind, his arm draped over your waist as he too followed along with the storyline of the film. When you spoke, it was in a soft voice laced with reminiscence "you know, I used to have a crush on The Baron." Your words came out with lighthearted laughter. Minho lifted his head to look down at you, his dark eyes meeting yours. He raised an eyebrow and smirked, saying everything he needed to without uttering a word. "what?! he's charming!!" you said in defense against his incredulous expression. Minho just huffed out a small laugh and shook his head before laying it back down on the pillow. "furry" he accused. You elbowed him lightly in the stomach "you're the worst" you said with an exaggerated pout "you like it" he responded.

You gradually fell asleep before the movie ended, rolling over to snuggle into Minho's warm chest, his soft black shirt pressed against your forehead. He gazed down at you with a gentle smile, brushing away any strands of hair from your face. The word "cute" escaped his lips in a soft whisper as he gazed at the sleeping form beside him. The warmth and comfort of the moment washed over him, and he too succumbed to the call of sleep. But their rest was short-lived, as exaggerated retching sounds mixed with the persistent vibration of their phones shattered the tranquility. Rolling onto your back, you groaned, annoyed at the interruption. Minho grabbed his phone, checking the group chat. "god, they're being annoying" he grumbled, voice laced with sleep. "when are they not?" you asked, snatching your phone up to check the chat as well.

Back in your room, you collapsed onto your comfortable queen-sized bed, which was adorned with a variety of plush blankets and pillows in different shapes and sizes. The color changing LED lights provided a soothing pink glow in the dimly lit room. As you re-read the group chat, you couldn't help but smile at the picture Felix sent before saving it to your phone. You then locked it and placed it on your bedside table. The comforting weight of your many blankets soon lulled you back into a peaceful sleep.

You had only been asleep for a mere two hours when your phone rang, waking you up once more. The sudden noise jolted you out of your slumber and left you feeling groggy and disoriented.

"hello?" you answered, voice rough from sleep.

"hey.. need you over here." a man's voice came through.

You glanced at the time on your phone, rubbing your tired eyes while trying to focus on the bright screen. "now?"

With a tantalizing tone, he uttered the words, drawing out each syllable "Yes now. I'll pay extra."

You let out a deep sigh, standing up and quickly getting dressed in decent clothes. "alright. come pick me up. I've been drinking, I can't drive."

"Already here." the man hung up without another word.

After storing your phone in the pocket of your torn jeans for safekeeping, you pulled on your plush jacket to go along with your simple yet comfortable tank top. Not wanting to waste any time choosing footwear, you opted for the first pair within reach - sleek black ankle boots featuring sturdy block heels. As you passed by the living room, Felix was still awake. You noticed that he was engrossed in a video game on the big screen TV. His fingers moved swiftly across the controller while his eyes remained fixed on the action unfolding before him. Despite being deeply immersed in the gameplay, when you went walking by, he immediately stopped what he was doing and looked back at you.

"Hey, bubs, where are you going? It's already 2 a.m." he asked, confusion and a hint of concern in his voice.

"just a work emergency!" you said simply as you ran your hands through your bed head, attempting to tame the unruly strands.

"this late?"

"yeah, I'll be back soon."

"I- okay. be safe, y/n."

You nodded. "of course, always."

You walked out the door and hopped into the luxurious black car with tinted windows that was already waiting for you. When Minho heard the sound of an engine, he got up to take a look outside his window and watched as you stepped into the sleek vehicle. He couldn't help the concern he felt as he watched it pull out of the long driveway and disappear down the street.

You were back home a mere two hours later, trudging through the door and heading straight to your room, ignoring Felix's lingering stare. You kicked off your shoes and removed your coat and pants before crawling back into bed and immediately passing back out. Tomorrow morning was gonna suck.

part 1.5 || part two || part three || part four

notes: and there's the first chapter of my first ever series! 😬 I hope you liked it!! I know we're starting off slow but I promise it'll pick up! please feel free to leave feedback and interactions so I can feel out what you guys like for part two! ily!! 🩷

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[luvrhyune]

-; ✧˖*°࿐ A BABY . SKZ .

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ SUMMARY ; asking your skz partner for a baby.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ PAIRING ; ot8 x gn! reader.

— warnings ; swearing, thats it, idk its funny.

— notes ; go nuts & reblog 🫶🏽.

masterlist.

— CHAN , MINHO & CHANGBIN !

— HYUNJIN , JISUNG & FELIX !

— SEUNGMIN & JEONGIN !

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[charmercharm3r]

Masterlist

thinking about phases minho and pegging…

he’s such a slut for that stupid piece of plastic, covered in sweat and drool and tears to the point you can’t tell who’s fluids are who’s. except for his cum, of course, it’s covering his entire lower stomach from when the night had begun and you had him on his back.

he was rubbing himself raw at this point, doing all the work and you just got to lay there and admire the pretty view of your boyfriend unable to think about anything but the bright purple strap on pressing against his prostate. with your hands on his hips, guiding him back and forth, minho vigorously jerked his leaking cock as he leaned back a little to find the right spot to rock the dildo into. all the while he couldn’t stop moaning, crying, begging for just one more.

but minho was also so far past broken that he couldn’t help himself anymore, though, he still tried. “you’re trying so hard, aren’t you baby? are you getting tired? i thought you said you wanted to do it yourself—“

“i do!” he interrupted you, frustrated that he was doing everything right but so wrong at the same time. the quick raise of your eyebrow kicked him back down into place, “i— i wanna. so close— just a little bit—“

his hips stilled at an angle that looked rather uncomfortable, back bent and his knees on either side of you locking your midsection between them. minho tightened his grip around his cock and sped up his motions for lewd and obscene squelching to fill the room along side his whimpers. you knocked your hips up just the slighted bit and it toppled him into another dry orgasm. minho’s body went rigid and his broken cries were like music to your ears. you were surprised he even had any cum left, catching what dribbled down his softening dick with your finger and bringing it to your lips as he shuddered under the touch.

“did so good, baby boy,” you cooed, reaching up to cup his cheek and let him fall into the crook of your neck. minho merely hummed as he regained his breath, which turned out to be rather timely as he began gently, as undetectable as possible, rutting back and forth on the dildo once again. “oh, you’re insatiable, hm?”

oops, he’s not that subtle.

his lips found the skin of your collar bone and latched on. the left over residue on his stomach pressed against your own made you feel sticky alongside his sweat. “don’t make a mess if you’re going to be lazy.”

the only response you got was another strangled groan against your chest, then his hips switching into an up and down slam into your pelvis. the pounding motion made the bed rock harder, he so easily could’ve bruised either of you with the pace he set for himself.

“that’s better, there you go, baby. keep working for it. it’ll feel so good because you earned it. work for one more and i’ll give you as many more as your cock hungry hole can handle.”

“wan’ it— i wan’ it,” minho was barely coherent, his brain so empty, so light.

“i know you do, almost there. can you feel it? can you feel me so deep in you? how are you still so tight, baby? my boy, so warm and sweet, so cute when all you can think about is my cock.”

“wan’ it, wan’ it, wan’ it— so close— hngh— fuck,” his arms slithered around your torso to keep you as close to him as possible, not even air could fit between your bodies.

minho reverted back into a quick grinding motion that slammed the headboard against the pillow you put between it and the wall— precautionary because you both knew how tonight was going to go.

“slutty baby, you just can’t stop. it feels too good, right? c’mon then, make those pretty noises you know i love so much.”

so susceptible to the siren lure of your voice, entranced by the warmth of your skin on his and your natural musk he was drowning in, the high made him fall limp this time and slump against you as his eyes rolled back, body twitched, and whimpered uncontrollably. you held him snug in your arms until it passed, then worried when his breathing fell short.

fingers carding through his hair, not higher than a whisper, “baby boy, come back to me.” a light peck of his lips against your chest to show he was conscious. “now you get what you’ve earned.”

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[createdbytragedy]

LOVE

Pairing: Lee Minho x reader Warning: A few curse words, mostly in Minho's pov , Genre: Fluff Synopsis: Minho hasn't found the right word to explain his feeling to you yet, so in the meantime love will have to do.

"I love you." For him, meeting you was like listening to a song for the first time and realizing instantly that it will become his favorite. You came into Minho's life like a fucking savior in your white dress and halo. You looked at him like there was anything in him worth looking at. You made him feel so many things he can't explain.

You understood his feelings when he didn't understand his own. That's why you were the one to confess to him under the moonlight that day. "I love you, you know," you said so casually while looking at him with a smile on your face. Like it didn't make his heart thump so loud and fast he swore you could hear it, like it wasn't what he was longing to hear all those years. When Minho just stared at you with eyes you couldn't actually read just this time, you smiled. Taking his hand. "You don't have to say it back. I didn't tell you that to hear it back. I only said it so you know. That I'm always here for you. " If only you knew what goes through his mind that night. The look you couldn't read in his eyes were because no one has ever looked at you with so much love and adoration. It was love, different than the rest. Minho didn't love you. Oh, no. He feels things for you much beyond what love can explain. So, he stayed quiet that night. It was the same night he laid in bed, tossing and turning with nothing but you on his mind. Your eyes, where he sees all the stars shining together . Your hair that blows along with the wind the day he first met you. You had a smile worth dying for but, oh, when you laughed. Minho remembers reaching under his pillow for his phone that night, staring at your contact before gaining the courage to click it. The brightness on his phone illuminate the dark room and the call echoed through the quiet room. His heartbeat paced up and he feels this immense feeling he never felt before. "Hello?" your voice made his brain go fuzzy, he sprang up, feet touching the cold floor as he sit on his bed, holding the phone to his ear as he struggled to control his heavy breathing. "(y/n)," he called, your name sounding so divine and celestial on his tongue. He heard you shift. You were probably in bed. Obviously it's 3:00 in the morning. Only an idiot in love would be up at this hour. "Minho?" your voice sounded groggy and a little bit concerned, " what's wrong, min?"

Minho tried. He tried to find a word stronger than love that could explain his feelings. A word that could enlighten you the things you do to him and how much he loves it. A word that could capture the beauty he sees in you or at least come close to it. But, he found none. So, he guess, love, is the word this world has to offer to such a divine and ethereal beauty like you. "I love you, too......" he breathed out. His heart was beating so fast and loud it almost hurt. You went silent for a moment. "I'm sorry I didn't say it back earlier but I -" "Don't tell me that through a phone, you coward," you had said half laughingly. He could feel the joy in your voice and it made a smile crept on his face," Meet me at the bridge and tell me that right at my face." Minho has never gotten to his feet as fast as he did now. A full on smile gleaming on his face as he did so. "On my way, my love. " he heard you laughing through the phone, probably getting ready too. The most beautiful sound in the world.

With that he threw a jacket over his white tee and dashed to the door. For once, he didn't stop to pet his cats as he wore his shoes and slammed the door shut.

That night, he ran. He ran for love. He ran for you. He ran to you. The bridge wasn't far and the chilly winds of October hit his senses. It seemed like all his days spent at the gym was for this moment. To run to you. He feels himself breathing heavily but he didn't stop. The fast beating of his heart was from either the tiring race he was running right now or the fact that he was racing to you. Both seemed like a valid reason. His feet come to a halt when he sees you already standing there. You smiled at at, looking at him, panting and hair disheveled from the wind. And he looked at you, standing under the moonlight once again like a fucking angel in your grey sweatshirt and plaid pyjama pants. He feet took slow steps towards you, breathing returning to normal but his heart was full of a catastrophic whirlwind of emotions – overwhelming love that may be unbearable. With each step, the growing pain in his heart started to intensify.

Before he knew it, you opened your arms and he fell into them like the snowfalls in December.

It felt warm. You felt warm and it felt like home, right between your two arms. The blowing wind and the occasional passing of vehicles filled the short silence of the night as Minho bathed in your warmth. You were there and that was all he needed for the rest of his life. Hesitantly, he pulled away to look at your gorgeous face, adorned with the smile he'd die for. He couldn't help but return it. And now he knew why there were no stars in the sky that night because they were all inside your eyes, shining at him. And he knew why the moon always looked so beautiful, it was because the moon is just a reflection of your beauty. "I love you," Minho tells you while looking into your eyes, just the way you tell him to and he didn't need you to say it back. Your eyes already told him so, that's why his arms pulled you closer and attached your lips with his. He kissed you. Without warning, without permission. Without even deciding to do it but simply because he couldn't have done anything else to make up for the lack of love his words needed. He closed his eyes and so did you. His left hand held your face with tender hands and his other hand held your palm to his chest. Right where his heart was located. And you can feel it beating trough your palms, telling you all the things words can't say. And he held your waist as you snaked your arms around his neck and said," I love you too." He smiled. Contently. Happily and purely.

Then, you stood at the bridge, looking at the moon while he was looking at you.

[hwangrfrnd]

two man ✰ c.bc & lmh

���♡̵ pairing. mommy!minho x female!reader x daddy!chan ー♡̵ género y warnings. smut, acción mxm, oral, jealous!minchan, azotes, apodos, fumador!minchan, mención de drogas, sexo sin protección, elogios, degradación. ー♡̵ autora original. @leeknow-thoughts ー♡̵ wc. 1.1 k

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Tu cabeza estaba dando vueltas, tal vez era la marihuana, o tal vez eran tus dos increíblemente impresionantes novios a tu lado, ambos igual de drogados que tú, y ambos igual de cachondos que tú.

Suena una canción en la televisión, pero no te importa mucho cuando la mano de Chan se desliza debajo de tus pantalones cortos y frota tu coño por encima de tus bragas. "Chan", te quejas mientras miras al hombre.

"Tch", Minho te da una bofetada en la cara, no lo suficientemente fuerte como para lastimarte, pero lo suficientemente fuerte como para hacer que tu coño brote, "Sabes cómo llamarlo", dice furioso.

"P-papi!" te quejas mirando al hombre que actualmente está besando tu columna., "¡papi, lo siento!" te disculpas por tu error.

"Esa es una buena chica", elogia Chris, besándote debajo del cuello.

Minho te devuelve el porro, mirándote expectante. Lo tomas con cautela y das unas cuantas caladas antes de pasárselo a Chris. La mano libre de Chris sostiene el porro y la otra continúa frotando tu coño por encima de tus bragas por el momento.

"Ven aquí", dice Minho arrastrando las palabras, "Quiero que le chupes la polla a mami".

Sabes que Minho está drogado cuando empieza a referirse a sí mismo en tercera persona. Te inclinas y te acomodas en el sofá antes de bajarle los pantalones deportivos grises a Minho y dejar al descubierto su polla semidura.

Besas la punta de su polla y lentamente llevas su longitud a tu boca. Lo llevas tan adentro que puedes sentirlo tocando la parte posterior de tu garganta, pero no te importa mucho. "Quiero que aceptes este castigo como una buena chica, solo sigue chupando mi polla mientras tu papi te azota", ordena Minho, "Golpea tres veces mi muslo si se vuelve demasiado, gatita"

La mano de Minho recorre tu cabello suavemente, y es entonces cuando sientes que Chan baja tus leggings y tus bragas, escuchas las telas caer al suelo en algún lugar de la sala de estar, pero parece que no te importa dónde aterricen.

Ves a Chris pasarle el porro a Minho, quien obedientemente le da más caladas.

Sientes los dedos de Chan entrando en tu coño, su pulgar prestando especial atención a tu clítoris hinchado antes de que una fuerte bofetada resuene en la habitación. Sientes el dolor segundos después. Gimes alrededor de la polla de Minho, lo que lo hace echar la cabeza hacia atrás y bizcar los ojos.

"Uno", cuenta Minho por ti, dado que tu boca está un poco ocupada.

"¿Sabes por qué recibes este castigo?", pregunta Chan, sus dedos frotando tu clítoris mientras su mano libre golpea tu trasero nuevamente.

"Dos", susurra Minho, mirando las lágrimas correr por tu rostro mientras tu cabeza se mueve hacia arriba y hacia abajo sobre su polla ahora completamente erecta.

Cuando no respondes, Chan te da otra palmada en el trasero, más fuerte esta vez. "Quiero una maldita respuesta", puntualiza con otra fuerte palmada en tu trasero.

Escupes la polla de Minho para responderle al hombre "Porque estaba coqueteando con otro chico!", sollozas antes de que Minho agarre tu cabello y atraiga tu boca hacia su polla.

"Buena chica", susurra Chan, frotando suavemente tu trasero hinchado y rojo cereza.

Las palabras de Chan no coinciden con la forma en que golpea tu trasero de nuevo, tan fuerte que duele, "Cinco", cuenta Minho entre respiraciones pesadas mientras te observa chupar su polla cada vez más.

"¿Has aprendido la lección?" te pregunta Chris.

Haces lo posible por asentir con la cabeza ante la forma en que Minho te obliga a tragar su polla una y otra vez. "Buena chica", reflexiona Chan, "Ya que llevaste tan bien el castigo, creo que deberías montar la polla de tu mami como recompensa, ¿no crees que es una buena idea, mami?" Chan mira a Minho.

"Esa es una idea encantadora, papi", tararea Minho.

Te estremeces cuando los dedos de Chan te dejan antes de que te dé golpecitos en el trasero, indicándote que te levantes. Levantas lentamente tu boca de la polla de Minho, tus piernas temblorosas luchan por moverse para montarte a horcajadas sobre tu mami.

Minho está empujando su gorda polla dentro de ti antes de que tengas tiempo de ordenar tus pensamientos. "Ahí lo tienes, gran estiramiento, gatita", gime Minho cuando su polla se desliza dentro de tu apretada entrada.

"Sé una buena gatita, y monta mi polla" pide Minho.

A tus piernas apenas le quedaban fuerzas, pero haces lo que puedes, rebotando arriba y abajo sobre la polla de tu mami. "Eso es, gatita", te elogia Minho con esa voz condescendiente que siempre te hace perder el control.

Observas cómo Chris agarra la cara de Minho y lo atrae hacia sí para darle un beso apasionado, casi sucio. "Oh, Minho", escuchas a Chan chasquear la lengua, "¿Perderte tan pronto? Eso no es propio de ti".

"Oh, cállate, sólo espera a que entres en ella" susurra Minho contra los bonitos labios de Chan, puntuando sus palabras con un mordisco en el labio inferior del otro hombre.

Todo mientras la polla de Minho golpea ese punto esponjoso dentro de tu coño, ese que te hace bizcar los ojos. Ya sabes que estás chorreando sobre su polla sin tener que mirar hacia abajo.

Con una embestida particular en tu coño, te corres alrededor de la polla de Minho. Golpeando suavemente su pecho, tratando de estabilizarte mientras te frotas contra su polla, disfrutando de tu euforia.

"Eso es, gatita", murmura Minho al ver tu estado desaliñado.

Las manos de Minho caen hasta tu cintura y te mantienen quieta mientras sigue penetrando tu coño, buscando su propio orgasmo. Abres los ojos de golpe cuando sientes la punta de su polla besando tu cuello uterino.

"Mami!", gimes, mirando a los dos hombres, "Papi!", prácticamente gritas.

"Eso es, gatita", gruñe Minho mientras sus caderas altas aceleran su ritmo brutal.

Entonces es cuando finalmente miras hacia abajo y notas la polla de Chan, su punta de un color rosado enrojecido, goteando desde la punta, una vista tan celestial que sientes que te emocionas al verla.

Después de una embestida particularmente fuerte en tu coño, puedes sentir el semen de Minho llenándote, ahora él está embistiendo lentamente dentro de ti, disfrutando de su euforia.

Observas como Chan agarra la cabeza de Minho y acerca la boca de Minho para envolver su polla.

Observas cómo se desarrolla la sucia escena frente a ti, con Chan corriendose por la garganta de Minho con un gemido agudo, antes de que Minho se gire hacia ti, atrayéndote para un beso lujurioso, empujando también el semen de Chan en tu boca.

Y te sientas así, llena de la polla de Minho, pasando el semen de Chan de un lado a otro hasta que Chan decide que le gustaría otra ronda.

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[dreaming-medium]

Animals Without Direction

Chapter One - Thrice The Amount

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“No.” Your voice was stern, your eyes didn’t even look up from the plate in front of you. A hefty helping of roasted potatoes being pushed around by the metal fork in your hand.

“I am offering you a hefty sum of gold.” the man’s voice pleaded with you.

He was leaning over the table in an attempt to keep the volume of the conversation between the two of you down. 

The tavern was lively, but not as lively as it could be. A bard continued to play his lute across the room in front of a massive hearth. The fire roared and spread heat through the room, warding off the chill of the late autumn air. Several patrons were sitting at the bar and various tables, either lost in conversations or the food in front of them. 

Your small table was tucked in the corner, away from the bustle of the normal crowd. It’s not that you preferred the quiet, no, there were nights where you would be leading the drinking songs. But tonight, you just wanted to eat in peace.

An hour before you arrived at the tavern, you had just finished a job that had promised more gold than it delivered. 

The life of a mercenary was not as glorious as your child self thought it was. It wasn’t slaying dragons and protecting royalty from assassins; quite the opposite, it was just another way to say ‘glorified messenger’. Bringing packages from one hold in the land to another, staying awake through the night to discover why a farmer’s crops were disappearing.

It was usually a beggar. 

Poor sods were usually so hungry that you would turn a blind eye, find a wolf, kill it, and bring it to the farmer, claiming it to be the reason for the missing crops. This way the beggar wouldn’t have their thumbs cut off for stealing.

Not that you were any better than a beggar at this point. Money was tight. The gold you had in your pouch was enough to pay for your dinner and one more pint of ale. 

The only difference between you and the homeless on the cobblestone street was the sword on your hip.

“I am well aware of the amount you offer, but you must think me mad to go anywhere near Miroh.”

Miroh . Fellow mercenaries have left for jobs– simple ones– and have not returned.

And yet, this man in front of you has the gall to not only request that you go near the Hold’s borders, but to enter their walls. 

A stiff silence sits between the two of you. You bring your fork down and stab a potato, plopping it in your mouth and looking at the man for the first time since he sat across from you. 

Greasy, black hair sat on his head, hanging in front of his eyes. The man was wearing a noble's robe; but if you looked closer, you could see how worn the fabric was. Burn holes littered the sleeves and the hem near the ground was absolutely filthy. 

He looked to be about middle aged.

“Thrice the amount, then.”

You paused. 

Swallowing your mouthful of food, you placed your fork back on the table. Tonguing your cheek and shifting on your seat.

Individually, you cracked each knuckle on both hands, your mind reeling.

“Explain the job to me once more.”

The man let out a sigh of relief, you quickly held your hand up before he began.

“I am not yet agreeing, I want to hear more details prior to anything.”

He nodded, tensing up once more.

“I require your protection as I finalize a trading contract between my company and Miroh. We specialize in the exchange of foreign goods across the water.”

“We would be meeting with the Jarl directly?”

“Nay, he does not deal with petty things like trading contracts,” the man scoffs and sits back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “We would be meeting with someone in his court, Han Jisung. I have been discussing this deal with him via letters for months.”

“If you are only meeting on a predetermined agreement, why do you push for protection?” You ask, picking up your pint of honeyed ale, taking a long sip.

The man’s eyes looked to the side, setting off alarm bells in your mind. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.

“If I am to protect you, I will need to know all the details.”

He shifted on his chair, clearly uncomfortable, clearly hiding something. His tongue poked from his lips to wet them nervously.

“In the past, I may have…” he hesitated, “I may have skimmed from the top of their goods.”

One of your eyebrows raised, mug still in front of your face.

“But that was many years ago. Han Jisung spoke of mending these ties in his letters.” he explains, looking back to your eyes. “Our company is the best in the land. High quality goods for a fair price, they must have realized that in our absence. Miroh simply wishes to use our services once more.”

You place your now empty mug onto the table, looking down at the old wood.

There is no way this is going to go smoothly. Every sense of danger was ringing in your mind to reject this deal.

With the reputation Miroh has, they let a merchant skim their goods and are crawling back ?

Patrons of the tavern begin to sing, surrounding the bard. Your eyes shifted up to take in the happy sight, smiles on all of their faces, happy flushes on their skin from the alcohol buzzing through their veins. 

The lute’s strings sounded beautiful to your ears. Life here is alright, you are making it work. 

But the almost empty gold pouch at your hip seemed heavier than when it had gold inside it.

“Five times my normal amount.” You meet eyes with the man. His jaw clenched for a moment, considering your offer. He doesn’t seem pleased in the least bit.

But it seems he has no choice.

An entire verse of the bard’s song passed before he reached across the table, extending his hand.

You clasp hands with him.

“At first light we leave for Miroh.”

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Gautier.

You learn his name three days into your journey; just as you are being led through the never ending hallways of Miroh’s keep. The stone walls seem… warmer than you expected of the Hold.

Even when you first crossed the border, it wasn’t fires and crying children like you had heard whispers of.

It seemed… better than where you had come from.

Where are all the miserable folk and wounded soldiers? Where are the bandits that supposedly run rampant in these parts?

When you are shown into a room, there are two men already waiting inside. One was much stockier than the other, his arm muscles on display due to the open nature of his heavy armor. Beautifully crafted gauntlets covered his forearms. A large battle axe strapped to his back, a neutral expression on his face.

The other man sat behind a desk, a sneaky looking smile already displayed across his round cheeks. He wore true noble robes made of various silks and expensive threads. 

His clothing made Gautier’s look like no more than a potato sack with arm and leg holes.

Both of their eyes flicker to you and Gautier as you cross the threshold. The larger man, clearly his protection, surveys you closely.

He has no doubt clocked every single weapon strapped to your body.

Perhaps save for the one silver dagger you keep tucked inside your boot.

You mirror his movements, scanning his entire body up and down. One battle axe and three throwing knives on his belt. When your eyes meet him again, there’s an imperceptible twitch to the corner of his mouth. 

“Guatier!” the smaller man exclaims, standing from his position behind the desk. 

“Jisung, it has been a long while, my friend.” Guatier’s entire demeanor changes. This fake mask slides over his face and he becomes a different person. It takes every fiber of your being not to roll your eyes.

Guatier walks up to Jisung and they shake hands over the desk. You remain by the door, arms crossed over your chest. 

“I see you have a new guard, Guatier.” Jisung motions over to you as he sits back down. Guatier does not even look back at you before waving him off.

“Do not mind her, she is only hired muscle.”

“Still, you know we cannot have outside ears hearing of our deals.” Jisung leans forward, his voice lowering a bit. 

Your eyebrow quirks, you finally break eye contact with Jisung’s body guard to look over at Guatier’s back. He doesn’t even turn to look at you.

A scoff comes out of his mouth. “She will not understand any of what we speak of. Her simple mind knows only battle, it is all she is good for. No complex thoughts to be found in that head.”

Typically, you choose to keep a stoic face no matter what, especially on the job. But, in this moment, you cannot control the anger that flicks across your features.

Oh, the slimy bastard…

Jisung’s eyes look back at you again, his brows furrowed for a split second. He watches your emotions change and the corner of his lips twitch into a half smile.

“Still,” he starts, his gaze stays on you for another moment before he looks back at Gautier, his look darkens for a moment. “Even fools can repeat words.”

Jisung meets your eyes once more. They linger, almost as if he’s looking right through your soul. His expression softens when he lays his eyes on you.

“Changbin,” Jisung says and the guard doesn’t even flinch, but his eyes shift down to the other man. “Please bring the ‘hired muscle’ out to another room so we may conduct our business.”

The guard, Changbin, nods once and walks towards you quickly. His heavy boots thud on the wooden floor with every step.

You look back at Guatier, who only now has decided to turn around in his chair to look at you. Horror and anxiety flashes across his face; but you cannot find it within yourself to feel any pity.

A strong hand grips your upper arm and you’re forcefully led out of the office.

“Now, why don’t we begin by discussing your pre-” the door closes before you can hear the rest of Jisung’s sentence to your ‘boss’.

Changbin’s grip on your arm doesn’t loosen as he leads you down the hall. The grip is borderline painful through the fabric.

Deciding not to say anything about it, you just clench your jaw and let him drag you further and further away from the man you were supposed to be protecting. 

Would it be the worst thing in the world if Guatier was killed, though?

Your mind pauses, weighing the options.

No, no it wouldn’t be.

Because he had given you half of the payment up front before you left for the journey. 

Still, your honor was on the line for this. 

It wasn’t until you rounded two more corners into a more open common area that Changbin’s grip loosened on your arm. You shook off his hold and glanced at his stern face one more before walking away from him.

Four other guards stood on either side of two separate door ways. All looking bored. 

“Do not venture.” he grumbles, it was the first time you heard his voice. 

“Interesting command given that you led me from my employer.”

Your eyes scan the room around you, it seems to be a library of sorts. Shelves line each wall with books and various items littered along them. 

“You work for his company?”

“Nay,” you scoff, “I do not wish to work for that slime. I am only a mercenary, Guatier hired my sword to get him here safely and insure he leaves with his head.”

Changbin only grunts in acknowledgment as you walk over to one of the shelves. Gently, you reach up and spin a glass bottle to turn the label, allowing yourself to see behind you through the reflection.

In the distorted glass, you can see Changbin’s eyes watching you carefully, both hands staying at his side. He’s studying your movements very carefully.

You look away from the reflection, tilting your head to scan over the various titles of books on the shelf. 

“Hm,” you hum, fingering at one of the books, “ Spider With Gold , I have not seen this book in many years…” you whisper wistfully.

There’s a shift behind you.

“You are able to read?”

You turn around to look at Changbin, who, for the first time, seems almost bashful. His hands twitched as his sides and he is only able to hold your eye contact for a moment before looking off to the side.

“Aye, scholars should not be the only ones able to read and document history.” you turn back to the bookshelf. “Do you not know how?”

Looking up in the reflection of the bottle, you see Changbin shift his weight from one boot to the other, his eyes boring holes into your back.

“Nay.” he says firmly, “Never learned how.”

“Shame.” you utter softly.

A long, stiff silence settles in the room. 

You learned to read at a very young age, your mother made sure to teach you the letters as soon as your brain was able to retain it.

‘The more you read, the more you will know. And the more you know will ensure that no one will outsmart you, my dear.’

Books took up most of the spare space you had in your traveling pack. Every once in a while, when you would get an interesting quest that went into bandit nests, you were able to find one or two new ones to add to your never ending collection. 

If you’re being truthful with yourself, it broke your heart that Changbin could not read, he could not enjoy the simple pleasure that reading could bring. Nor could he pick up on sword tricks written down through the centuries.

Just when it feels like the room could not get any quieter, a shrill scream bellows through the stone halls.

Your head snaps up to look in the reflection of the bottle just as a guard raises his sword behind you, intending to strike.

“Wait!” 

Everything in your body suddenly comes alive at the impending danger. Your weight shifts and you leap out of the way.

A loud crash is heard as the guard’s sword slices through the wooden shelves.

“Of course.” you mutter, quickly regaining your balance. 

Another soldier comes from your right, swinging his sword in an upwards strike, you dodge by spinning to the left. At the same time, your hand quickly unsheathes your sword.

Mid-spin, instincts take over and you raise your sword to clash with another guard’s. Both of your swords swing around in an arc to free them. Instead of completing the arc, you pull back and raise your boot to kick the guard right in the gut.

He lurches forward in pain and you, never missing an opportunity, bring your sword down and slice his head from his neck immediately. 

One down.

The first guard seems to have recovered, but only for a moment. He eyes watch as his friend is decapitated; his face drains of all color and eyes snap up to yours. 

A wicked smile crosses your face as you take advantage of his moment of weakness. Your sword plunges right through his gut, his mouth immediately coughing up a sick amount of blood.

Quickly, you pull your sword back. There’s a small sense of danger ringing in the back of your mind, so you jump away from where you were standing right before a sword splits the air.

Changbin, flanked by the two remaining guards, is staring at you with a curious look in his eyes. Just by studying his face, you can practically see his mind racing with numerous thoughts.

Why does he look so torn?

His battle ax is clasped firmly in his large hands, knees bent in a perfect battle stance. 

With your feet firmly planted on the floor, you take a brief moment to size the three of them up. The guard to Changbin’s right leaps at you first, his sword swinging wildly in short, choppy arcs. Untrained technique, a definite beginner.

You almost feel bad for a split second, poor thing probably never expected this.

Nevertheless, it’s kill or be killed at this moment, and it’s only a matter of time before more guards start flooding into the room. 

You raise your sword to block one of the strikes. The sound of metal hitting metal is ear piercing. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the last guard. reaching back for a powerful strike.

Thinking quickly, you grab the younger guard's arm, yanking him towards you and into the trajectory path of the second guard’s sword, stepping out of danger.

The second guard slices into his comrade by accident, both of them letting out shrill screams.

Before the second guard could recover from his accidental killing, you swing your sword in a massive arc and instantly kill him.

Both bodies drop to the ground in a heap.

Without giving yourself time to breathe, you turn around sharply to look at Changbin, who hasn’t moved a single muscle in the last minute. He stood there, wide-eyed, watching as you massacred his fellow soldiers and did absolutely nothing about it. 

The two of you make eye contact for a long moment.

Your chest heaving with heavy pants from the exertion, hand tightening around the handle of your sword. 

There is only a split second to think about your next move. Maybe even less.

Fear and adrenaline are coursing through your veins. 

Why isn’t he attacking you? Why is he just standing there?

Your mouth felt like someone had stuffed cotton into it, sweat dripped down your back.

Changbin’s foot shifted on the floor and you quickly made your decision.

You turned around and ran .

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“ Hey! ” you heard Changbin scream behind you as you rounded the corner out of the room. 

Which way did you come from? Which way was the way out? Once you get out of the keep, you should be fine.

Your light leather boots made soft thuds on the floor as you sprinted through the stone maze. Sheathing your sword in the process, your eyes wildly scan around for anything familiar. 

Changbin’s voice could be heard every few seconds as he chased you through the keep. 

To The Void with Guatier, you needed to get out of here. You knew you shouldn’t have taken this job. You just knew it. 

When you round one corner, you smack directly into someone, but your momentum knocks them over, your steady balance keeping you on your feet. 

The guard stumbles to the ground with a yelp, looking up at you with an extremely startled expression.

“Jeongin!” Changbin yells off in the distance, “Grab her!”

Jeongin snaps his head in the direction of Changbin’s voice, then back up at you. You don’t stick around to see his next move, your legs already carrying you far away from the guard on the ground. 

It’s close, the entrance is close, you vaguely remember these hallways. It has to be close. 

Once you’re out of the keep, you’ll run and never look back. You will never enter Miroh again, you won’t even come within fifty leagues of the Hold.

A solid hand gripped the back of your light armor, fingers pulling on the leather straps. 

With a yelp, you’re yanked backwards and thrown onto the floor. Your head collides with the stone floor with a solid crack .

Pain blossoms from the impact and your vision blacks out for a split moment. 

The adrenaline coursing through you keeps you from passing out, you quickly shake your head to clear the confusion.

Jeongin is standing over you with an almost apologetic look. He looks up behind you, then back down at you.

“Do not just stand there! Grab her, bind her hands!” Changbin commands, his voice closer than before.

Panic seizes your body and as Jeongin reaches for you, you kick your foot out on the ground right into his gut. 

A loud, pained exhale is shoved from his lungs and he doubles forward, clutching the area you just kicked. 

“If you would just-” Jeongin wheezes out in between pained breaths.

You don’t listen, you clamber to your feet. The back of your head throbbing worse and worse with each passing second.

Just as you’re about to take off down the hall again, a strong hand grabs your wrist and turns your arm, trapping it behind your back.

You’re roughly shoved against the cobblestone wall, one arm pinned behind you.

Hot, deep pants are felt on the back of your neck, you notice the hand holding your wrist is clammy.

“By The Six, woman,” Changbin breathes out, mouth close to the back of your neck.

You struggle for a moment, trying desperately to break his hold on you. Changbin only tightens his grip.

“Jeongin,” he practically growls, the guard grunts in response, still cradling his gut in pain. “Fetch me some rope, make it quick.”

Jeongin grunts again and limps off.

Changbin leans down closer, lips right next to your ear.

The heat coming from his body is insane, it feels like his entire front is pressed against your back to keep you against the wall.

Not that you have any fight left in your body, the adrenaline is wearing off and the pain from your skull is getting worse by the second. Each beat of your heart shoots a splinter of pain through your skull.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Changbin basically growls, his breath brushing against your ear.

“If you are to kill me, do it already. Why extend my torture?” You close your eyes, letting your face rest on the wall. When did your fingertips go numb?

“Kill you?” Changbin lets out a chuckle behind you. “And waste a sword arm like yours? Nay, I believe we may have better use for you.”

The world was fading fast, towards the end of his sentence, it sounded like his voice was three rooms away. 

“Sir, I have the rope.” Jeongin’s voice was the last you heard before your body collapsed.

[kidrauhlschik]

3. Tangled Memories - Lee Know AU

Post Traumatic Amnesia (PTA) is a transient state of confusion, disorientation and memory loss that occurs immediately following a traumatic brain injury. PTA is sometimes also referred to as post traumatic confusional state and can occur from the moment of injury until the return of continuous memory.

The accident was a tragedy.

But it was the best tragedy to ever happen to you.

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Pt 3 - See pt 1, 2, & 4 on the Masterlist linked above

Warnings: angst, f!reader, enemies to lovers, drunk driving, gaslighting, Fighting, yelling, cursing, angst, heartbreak, lies, angst, accidents, not proofread, minho is mean, lmk if I missed anything!!

Words: 6.7k

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"Did I know how to skate?" You yell out to Minho while pulling out a skateboard from a box that was in the depths of the hallway closet.

"Huh? I don't know" He responds while continuing to make dinner.

You frown and make your way to the kitchen.

"Why don't you know?" He should know right? Even if the two of you were distant friends, he should still know, right?

"Maybe you haven't skated in a while?" He's doing all he can to avoid eye contact, but that is nothing new for Minho. It made enough sense to you though.

In the middle of dinner, while shoveling food into your mouth, you get a random idea. "Wanna go skating together?"

"I don't know how to skate." He deadpans.

"I do, I can teach you!"

"You didn't even know you could until like thirty minutes ago."

"It should be like riding a bike, right?"

After much debating in his head, Minho decides to leave caution in the wind. It's been a while since he had fun, and he might as well enjoy your friendship while he still could.

"Fine. We can buy a board for me after we finish eating." He responds, making it seem like he wasn't a bit excited for the idea.

You immediately stand from your chair at his response. "Great! I'll go get ready!" Leaving half a bowl of noodles behind. Not noticing that the man you left behind was lost in his own thoughts.

Minho sighs and grabs your plate to finish it up for you. He doesn't take you out often, Chris and the others take that upon themselves, and he had barely gotten comfortable around you again. Well, as comfortable as an ex rival that caused you to leave the house to have an accident, who also has been lying to you and pretended to have a crush on you, who is now aware that you might have a crush on him which makes him uneasy, can get.

After an hour, the two of you had made your way to the park that the two of you had visited before. Minho was holding you by your forearms, similar to how you were holding him, except with a lot less hawk-like grip. You legs were shaking, causing the board to move from side to side, had it not been for Minho holding you the entire time, you might've already broken a bone or two.

"Like riding a bike, huh?" He laughs, and amidst your panic, you notice that his two front teeth are larger than the rest, giving his smile a sense of innocence and cuteness, like a rabbit.

"Adorable." You think you say that in your head, until Minho's smile disappears and his grip faulters. The board slips from under you, and instead of falling with it, you throw yourself forward to the man that would cushion your fall.

In shock, Minho lays there frozen in place. His small eyes, wide with surprise, searching for any signs of discomfort in your face. His arms still loosely holding your forearms, while your hands were on either side of his head.

From below you, the man with such cold demeanor looked young. You couldn't quite place it, but his eyes lacked worry, and his features looked soft. He wasn't pensive, or stressed, or anything that you've grown accustomed to see on him. For a second, his mind was blank.

The pain in your arm brought you back to reality. It's healed but landing on it using your full weight caused a shooting pain that you had forgotten. Unable to hold yourself up, you wince in paid and let your arm drop, now using you elbow to lean on.

After opening your eyes, Minho had the same shocked expression he wore before, except now, your face is not even an inch away from his. You hair is brushing his forehead, your noses are almost touching, and you can feel his breath on your lips. Up close, you begin to notice more about him, like the way his cupids bow is deeper than most. Had his eyes always been so sharp? Had his lips always looked so soft?

Without thinking, you lean in, softly. You don't attack him, but more so, showing him that if he wanted to keep going, the door was open for him. Your lips brush against each other as you close your eyes, hoping that he may do the same.

A million thoughts ran through his head, a million scenarios with no clear beginning or ending. Yet, all he can focus on is your warm body pressed against him, the world silent around you, and your lips touching his. He leans in to close the gap, closing his eyes and savoring the moment. Sending his brain into hyper-focus, he puts his hand behind your head and flips you around, making sure your head wouldn't hit the cement below you. His kiss is gentle at first, wanting to make sure that every move he made was safe, but he wanted to turn it into something more. He still felt intense feelings towards you, but now he wasn't sure that they were all hate.

He slowly pulls away while staring at your silent smile as your eyes flutter open.

Neither of you know what to do or say, so you opt to end the awkwardness. With a laugh, you hit his chest dramatically. "Get off of me! You're heavier than you look!"

Your words bring a smile back to his face, relaxing a bit. "Oh yeah? You're not the one who was used as a human cushion." He stands above you and offers you a hand in help, which you gladly take.

"I guess skating is not like riding a bike. Tsk. We can try again later." You say while patting the dirt off of your clothess.

"Who the hell is we?" He asks as he's picking up your board from where it had rolled to the grass. He didn't even get a chance to try.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say Minnie." Your words make him freeze in place. You had never called him Minnie before. Hell, you hardly ever called him by his real name before the accident.

You begin to walk towards the car but stop when you realize that Minho wasn't following you.

Turning around, you find him still standing at the place your board had rolled to. "You coming?"

How foolish? What game was Minho trying to play with himself? He knew that you hated him, not current you but past you did, and he's sure that future you will as well. He's well aware that there is no way this would end well, but you're so gentle, so beautiful, you're caring, confident, and sometimes funny. How did he never see that before? Conflicted is the best word he could use to describe what he was feeling, on one hand you were despicable to him, you made sure to make his life hell whenever you came around, and you were selfish and only ever cared about your own feelings. On the other hand, you took care of him while he took care of you, you sat by his side in silence while no one could stand to be in a room with him, you made him smile on days he thought it wasn't worth it, and you became a piece of sunshine to him. A sunshine that he wanted to protect from rainy days and scary nights.

So yeah. Conflicted.

"Yeah! Coming."

Once you arrived back to your apartment, you stood outside and turned to Minho.

"I hate to do this right now, but I agreed to spend the night at Hyunjin's tonight. He wanted to show me this movie that he swears I used to love." Hyunjin. Your mutual friend Hyunjin, the guy who had been friends with you longer than Minho had. The Hwang Hyunjin who only saw you as a friend. So why did it bother Minho so much?

It had to be fear at the possibility any of the guys would tell you the truth about Minho. That was surely it.

"But I'll be back tomorrow, we can watch your favorite movie then? I can learn more about you." Your suggestion was more of a question, scared that anything had changed between you and Minho because of the kiss.

"I would love that." He gives you small smile before turning towards the door to make himself in. You stop him before he could step through and take him into your embrace.

Your arms are hooked around his neck, and Minho stands frozen in place, holding a board on either hand.

Your voice is hardly above a whisper, "Thank you for everything Min." and you hold him tighter.

He drops the boards once he hears the words and brings his arms around your waist. Holding you so close that his nose brushes your neck and he can smell the scent of your shampoo.

Your hug felt so warm to him. He wanted to cry because he felt trusted and appreciated for the first time in a long time. Knowing that it was all built on lies made him want to crumble to the ground.

After taking your scent in one more time, he lets you go and quickly collects the boards, purposely avoiding eye contact with you. His face was flushed, but you just assumed that he was feeling flustered from your words.

"Be safe. Text me when you get there." He says to you while almost running inside and shutting the door behind him, leaving you outside alone. His words brought strange comfort to your chest, a bit endearing and unexpected to hear from Lee Minho of all people.

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"Wait you did what?!" Hyunjin's surprised face and the wine glass he was holding made him look like a character from a reality show. Real House Wives? You couldn't quite remember.

"I didn't plan it okay? I lost my balance and things just kind of happened." Hyunjin had become your confidant among everything Minho related. It felt as if he was the only one supporting your delusions.

Realistically, he was the only one foolish enough to believe in the enemies to lovers trope. Everyone else would try to plant seeds of doubt in your brain, while Hyunjin was always the one to ask for more details and agree with everything you'd say, no matter how delusional or out of pocket it could be. Call him a hopeless romantic of sorts.

"What the hell made you think you could skate?"

"Well, there was a board in my closet..." Hyunjin throws his head back and begins to laugh as if you had said the joke of the century.

"That's not yours you idiot. Innie asked you to hold it for him while he was moving last year. Guess you never gave it back." He takes a second to wipe away his tears. "You have the balance of a baby giraffe. Please. You? Skating? As if."

"You're a dick." Pouting, you go to take another sip of wine.

"Yeah, yeah, but you love me."

"I guess."

Obviously, he always has to have the last word. "Not more than you love Minho though." He jokes as he catapults himself to the kitchen, presumably to fill his glass back up.

"Hey!" You shout in his direction but he's well out of your line of sight at that point.

If this had always been your life, you'd love to remember the fond memories you shared with all of your friends. Then maybe you could figure out why you had ever rejected Minho.

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Minho woke up to the sound of sobs.

The light sleeper that he is, he heard muffled cries from your room across the hallway. Half asleep and in pajamas, he follows the sound of your cries, his brain still lagging behind in bed.

He doesn't quite zone in to the situation until he opens your door. He finds you beside your bed, on the floor. You are holding your knees up to your chest and you were hiding your face within your own body.

You don't look up until Minho touches your back. Had he called out for you? When did he even come in? You jump away from his touch, still sobbing, but making some distance between yourself and the man.

"Are you okay?" He asks softly, as if he spoke any louder, you'd run away like a stray cat in fear.

"Go away," Your voice is shaky, and once again, Minho is thrown in for a loop. He's only ever seen you mad and happy, but sad? That was a new puzzle for him. "Please." The word comes out so small and frail, causing Minho to be at a loss of words. He wanted to help you, but everyone is different, what if he accidentally made everything worse?

"Are you having a panic attack?"

Were you having a panic attack? Is this what having a panic attack feels like? You've never had a panic attack before, or that's what you think. Fear is the only thing you can feel, overwhelmed by the memories, and your surroundings, the floor being too rough, the lights being too bright, you just wanted to shut everything off, your mind included. His presence feels overbearing, he wants something, he wants a response, and that's frustrating. So many expectancies, so many opinions, and you can't ever meet the mark. Why can't your brain get it's shit together? Why is it showing you the bad parts of your life? You wish you could permanently erase those, or maybe even erase everything. A clean slate had been good so far, was every memory going to continue being this shitty?

"Where are you right now?" His voice breaks you out of your thoughts for half a second. You want to respond, but even the task feels like too much at the moment, so you just stare at him confused.

"Tell me where you are right now." You can hear the demand, but it's so foolish. Why won't he leave you alone?

"Answer me."

If you answer him, he might finally leave you alone. "My room." Unsure and cautious, your voice hardly reaches his ears.

"Wonderful. Now, what's my name?"

Is he high? What the hell was he talking about? You take a minute to study the man and make sure he wasn't part of a dream or a hallucination.

After realizing that he might be real, you reply. "You're Lee Minho."

"Sure am. What time is it?" He asks as if he didn't have a phone in his pocket, but you take notice.

"You can check your phone."

Dead serious, he responds, "No I can't. Tell me the time."

With a huff, you stood up and looked through you bedsheet to find your own phone. "It's 01:16 AM." You say while throwing the device back in bed.

"Cool. Thanks. How old are you?"

"Lee Minho. What the fuck are you trying to get at?" You have had enough non sense. What kind of stupid questions are those?

He lets out a breath and closes his eyes for a second. When he opens them, he's met with your confused, angry ones.

"Are you feeling better?" His voice still as soft as before.

"Am I feeling better? What kind of fucking question is that?" After the question escapes your lips, you realize what he'd just done. "I mean, yes. A little." You sit back down in the floor, mirroring his position a couple of feet next to you, both now significantly more relaxed.

"Good." That's all he says in response. He stares at his hands and doesn't try to pry or say anything further.

After a couple of minutes of comfortable silence, you're the first one to speak up. "I remembered some things."

He looks up to make eye contact with you and you notice something strange about the way he looks at you. Was it panic?

Since he remains tight lipped and serious, so you take it upon yourself to continue talking.

"I remembered the night I left my house, how terrible my family was, living alone in the streets, not knowing what my next meal would be, not knowing who to trust,-" He interrupts you before you got more carried away with your words.

"You're not there anymore. You are here. You are with me in the safety of your own room, inside of your own apartment. You are not alone, and you don't have to explain anything if you don't want to. Just know that if you do, I will listen to you." His serious expression is hard to read at times, the only thing giving him away were his eyes, full of comfort and care. You could stare at him all night.

You try to fully process his words. How does he always know what to say? Lee Minho, the guy who has been by your side since you woke up from the hospital, the one who never tried to pressure you into remembering, the guy who cares about you despite not even remembering him. Lee Minho, the guy who has made you fall for him without even trying.

"Thank you Min. It's just that it sucks, I feel like I'm trying to solve a puzzle in my head all day and night. The memories come as dreams sometimes and I can't separate reality from fantasy. I hoped that what I remembered was just a nightmare, but it makes sense, it feels too real to be made up." You scoot closer to him in order to allow yourself to be comforted, but the action that used to feel natural, felt more stiff this time. Suddenly, the feeling of being alone and unable to rely on anyone creeps into your spine. What if he betrayed you? What if he took advantage of you? The trust you're putting on him felt as if you were giving him a piece of your heart, hoping he wouldn't drop it. This is Minho though, he wouldn't do anything to hurt you. So you swallow your worry and keep talking. "Is everything going to be like this? Was my life that awful? Will they only get worse from here?" The question is barely audible, afraid of what the answer may be.

"No." He immediately responds. "You met Chan, Hyunjin, Felix, Innie, and the rest of the guys, they all love you. The memories you've made with them were incredible. You're really intelligent and hard working, you even got your own apartment instead of staying in the dorms! And the memories you will make in the future will blow away all of the shitty things you've been through. I can't promise you it'll be perfect, but it'll be better." Everything he said was true, he never acknowledged your accomplishments before, he never cared to, but seeing you under a new light, he was finally able to see how amazing you were. Smart, competitive, gentle, caring, strong, independent, just to name a few of the qualities he admires about you. Little does he know that those are some of your favorite qualities about him.

"And you." He tilts his head in confusion. "I met you." You smile at him affectionately.

He offers a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "Yeah, and me."

"I'm just scared. I can already tell that my past really messed with me, but I don't want to change. I like who I am now Min. What if my memories leave me so broken, that I become a shell of who I wanted to be?" You liked your life now, what if losing your memories had been a blessing? Why was the world trying to take your blessing away from you?

"It's okay to be broken," His hand reaches yours and holds it tightly in his, "I'm here to hold the pieces."

A relieved smile makes its was to your face. You knew that you could trust him.

Before, you would've opted to throw your hands around him to give him a hug, but with this new found fear of yours, you settle for resting your head on his shoulder.

The two of you sit there until the morning, you telling him a some memories and puzzle pieces, and him listening to everything you had to say.

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You had been distant since that night. Always seemingly in your own little world as if actively working to untangle the webs in your brain.

Initially, Minho didn't give it much thought, he wanted to give you some space. However, he couldn't help but miss your excitement and curiosity. It seemed as if joy had been stripped from you that night and there seemed to be a dark cloud following you ever since.

You were beginning to resemble the person that you were before, at least to him. Whenever he'd see you in passing, you were always smiling and trying to make others happy. When you were with him, it was as if your only joy came from making him miserable, but Minho didn't want that anymore, but he also doesn't want you to hide yourself anymore. He doesn't want to ask you to act how you used to, but he also hates to see you sad.

If this had happened a year ago, Minho would have paid to see you suffer, but for some reason, now he can't stand it.

You'd never guess though. All of your days blended together. Wake up, eat the breakfast Minho left for you, watch the shows the guys recommended you (something about as if you were watching them for the first time), play some memory games, take a nap, eat dinner with Minho, watch a movie, and go to sleep. You've been doing everything you could to avoid hanging out with the other guys, they'd immediately know something was wrong, and you don't want them to bother worrying about you.

Unfortunately, you couldn't do much about Minho knowing, since he made himself inside your of room that horrid night. So you had no choice but to coexist with him and hope that he didn't tattle to to the other guys.

"Hey, how's Y/N? I haven't seen her in while, kinda feels like she's avoiding me." Jeongin says as he packs up the rest of his things.

Felix makes his way to the pair, bag already hanging from his shoulder. "Yeah I've been feeling like that too. How is she?"

Minho feels as if they only ever talk to him to talk about you, but he doesn't mind too much. Something is better than nothing after all.

"She's fine. Just been feeling a little down lately."

"Why? What happened?" Chan appears behind Minho as if he had been waiting to hop in the conversation.

"Nothing, she just misses school and what not." He didn't want to tell them about what happened. He didn't even want to tell them that you were slowly getting your memories back. You confided in him, and to Minho that was precious. He couldn't just tell your secrets for no reason.

"Are you sure about that Lee Minho?" Chan says sounding more threatening.

"Yes I am Christopher." He responds while rolling his eyes. "I was thinking of taking her somewhere fun tonight." Zipping the bag shut and draping it over his shoulder, he looks up and notices that all of the guys are looking at him as if he had grown a second head.

"You're taking Y/N out?" Seungmin asks.

"Yes?" Minho isn't dumb, he knows this is out of character for him, but he also knows that if you ever regain your memories, he wants you to see him differently. Maybe if he makes enough good memories with you, you'll ignore the bad ones. Hopefully.

Chan couldn't help but doubt him. "That's bit of an overkill, don't you think? Give me my keys. I'll get ready and take her out instead." He never expected for the two of you to get along. The whole purpose for making Minho stay with you and take care of you was for him to realize that he needed to stop being an asshole, but to go as far for them to be friends? He could never imagine it.

Hyunjin is quick to put a hand on Chan's shoulder. "Wait! Wait. I think it's great that Minho wants take her out. It was about time! She always tell me how much she likes hanging out with you."

"She does?" Both Minho and Chan ask at the same time.

"Definitely. I'm not going to lie, I think she may have a crush on Minho." Hyunjin knew for a fact that you were smitten with Minho, but he felt it'd be better for you to properly confess yourself.

Chris clears his throat and when he turns to look at Minho, the younger is still looking at Hyunjin, smile playing on his lips, with a look of pleasant surprise, and a hint of timidness. Chan wouldn't help but wonder if Minho had a crush on you as well.

"Well look how the damn turn tables-" Jeongin interrupts the leader, "It's tables turned." but Chris hardly takes notice of his correction, much more distracted with the situation at hand. "And here I thought you would both actually murder each other one day."

Minho couldn't help but wince at the statement, knowing that it could have been true had you not been so lucky.

"Yeah, yeah." He brushes them off and starts heading to the door.

"Minho." Chris' voice now more demanding and serious than before.

He turns and now him and the rest of the guys turn to look at Chris. "Take care of her."

Minho nods and continues to walk away, wondering if the guys would have reacted differently if they knew that your memory was coming back and that you were essentially a ticking time bomb. Nevertheless, Minho shakes the thought out of his head and continues his journey to you apartment.

He's deadset on earning your forgiveness, whether you knew it or not.

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"I used to love getting on the big roller coaster!" You say with childlike glee.

"You did?! Seriously?"

"Do I not seem like the type of person to enjoy coasters?"

Minho composes himself a bit before responding, "It's fitting."

"Fitting how?"

"You're a psychopath. Only crazy people enjoy being thrown around by tons of metal, barely being held by a metal rod." He smiles to himself, as if proud with his statement.

You playfully smack him in the arm, which he responds by dramatically yelping out an "Ow!" and holding the area you hit.

The two of you are walking side by side with your arms linked together. You had to admit, you were having fun, and Minho was the reason for it.

You stop in your tracks after spotting a specific ride, "C'mon! Ride the roller coaster with me!" Trying to pull the man toward the line of people, but he wasn't budging.

"I'd rather die."

"You're telling me big ole scary Minho is scared of a little coaster?"

He turns his back on you, "I'm not scared, I just value my life." but you weren't going to give up.

"C'mon Minnieeeee." You drag out his new nickname in hopes to coax him to go with you. "Do you really want me to ride the ride alone? With a stranger? With absolutely no one to protect me?" You put your body in front of his and try to give him the pest puppy dog eyes you can muster.

"Yes." He deadpans, but it's not enough for you to back down.

"Please Min, for me?"

"Fine." And he cracks.

After convincing him to try more rides with you, you finally tire yourself out. Minho buys you some cotton candy and the two of you make your way to a picnic table.

"Thank you so much for tonight Min." You stare at him appreciatively. He looked beautiful under the colored lights. His eyes reflecting the colored lights, and his skin being illuminated by the glow. He looked magical, as if straight out a fantasy novel, almost like a fairy.

"Don't thank me yet. I might barf on you on the way home." You notice that he looked a bit pale, but despite being on the verge of throwing up, he looked perfect.

You grab his hand and he looks at you, he needs to know you're being serious. "Seriously Min, thank you for everything. Thank you for bringing me out here tonight, thank you for staying up with me during rough nights, thank you for staying by my side this whole time, and thank you for everything you've done for me. There aren't enough hours in the day for me to properly thank you for everything. You're amazing for doing all of that while I couldn't give you anything in return."

His throat feels dry, loss for words. He hates himself for everything. He hates himself for selfishly staying with you for an ulterior motive, he hates himself for earning your trust with his lies, he hates himself for making you miserable before the accident, he hates- His thoughts are cut short by your hand touching his cheek. You smile at him with so much affection that he feels as if he couldn't breathe. You were breathtaking. Your sweet smile is enough to whisk away all of his problems, your eyes sparkling with the lights carrying so much glee, everything about you makes him want to melt. Have you always been this perfect? Even with your messy hair, you looked like a princess.

"No problem princess." He smiles timidly at you. If only he could pause this moment forever.

You lean in and connect his lips with yours. To you everything was perfect. The night, the vibe, Minho, and your life. There had been bumps in the road, but with Minho by your side, you're sure that you'll overcome them.

Minho felt as if he was dreaming, but he couldn't forget the tears you had spilled, the sleepless nights, the constant anxiety, and the distrust. Had you always been that way? Were you always full of tears? Such a beautiful soul with a beautiful heart had to endure constant rain? Was Minho the thunder in your life? Only there to cause chaos and reek havoc.

You slowly pull away from him, still only a couple of inches away. Mesmerized by his beauty, you couldn't help yourself.

"I think I love you." Your hands lay softly on his cheeks, holding him gently in place.

Minho grabs your face and pulls you to him, connecting your lips once again. When he finally pulls away, he whispers, "I think I love you too."

-

Minho was in cloud nine for some time, the guys finally seemed to get along with him again, they supported his relationship, and he had you. Initially, the two of you being together earned some concerned looks from the others, but after sitting down with the guys and explaining himself completely, the guys began to understand him better. Of course he didn't mention anything regarding your memories coming back to them, they'd be more cautious if they knew.

After some stirring around, Minho throws his arm over your side of the bed and realizes that you're not next to him.

'She must be restless tonight' he thought to himself.

He tries to rub the sleep out of his eyes and rolls out of bed. It wasn't uncommon for you to have nightmares and leave the room right after. You'd always say that you didn't want to bother him and that you wanted to let him rest, but Minho never cared about his own rest. He wanted to make sure that you knew that you were safe and that he'll always be there for you.

Once he's in the living room, he sees your frame sitting on the couch, but this time you weren't crying. You were silently staring at the floor, arms on either side of your body, surrounded by darkness.

"Princess?" He calls out to you. This was strange to him now. You guys had spent the previous night playing monopoly, he even let you win, so it wouldn't make sense for you to be mad at him.

When you looked up to see him, Minho was taken aback. Dread clouded his head along with feeling exposed under your gaze. Your eyes looked so cold and he couldn't help but wonder if he was the reason for the sudden frost. The longing that he grew accustomed to was now gone and it took the spark in your eyes with it.

"Princess?" He repeats.

"You lied to me." You say through clenched teeth.

Your tone was sharp, Minho hadn't heard that tone of voice in almost a year. The sound brought him back, and he didn't enjoy it one bit. He wasn't prepared for this. He'd known that you were going to remember him sooner rather than later, but he thought that he still had time, but he was wrong.

He takes a couple of steps towards you, "Princess, please let me explain."

You immediately get off the couch and step away from him. "Don't touch me." He stops in his tracks, "And don't fucking call me that."

"Prin- Y/N. Please, just hear me out." Minho's voice is beginning to faulter. His eyes begin to sting and every word is causing him to get more choked up. He just needs to explain himself, maybe if he could, you'd understand.

You respond with a humorless chuckle. "Hear you out Minho? Hear what out exactly? That you've been lying to me for a year? That you came into my home and pretended to play house? That you coaxed me into telling my secrets for whatever sick little game you have going on? What the hell do you need to explain?"

"No, you don't get it. I didn't lie - I didn't lie too much. If I'd told you that you hated me-" His voice is desperate, but yours is authoritative, cold, and lacking of any emotion. "I still hate you." Despite feeling a heavy weight on his chest, he does his best to gather himself. "Don't say that. Please. We love each other."

"What kind of fucking delusion have you been living in? Why the hell did you even do this?"

"Chan - he -" Not sure if he should lie or just come clean, he ponders on his response for a second, looking for the next words to say. "Chan said I should do it because -" He looks at you like a child who's been caught stealing. "Because of the accident."

The words rattle you for a second. Your demeanor shifting slightly at he last piece of the puzzle. You couldn't remember the accident, but you were at Changbin's place. Why did you leave? You were talking to Innie and then, Minho.

"The accident." Your eyes search the room, your vision begins to blur but not out of sadness but pure desperation. "It was your fault. You're the reason I left that day. If it wasn't for you, I'd still be going to school! I wouldn't have lost a whole fucking year of my life!" Rage. An emotion that Minho was more used to seeing, but he had not been on the receiving end of your fury in a long time.

"No, no, please don't say that. It was my fault, but I'm doing everything I can to fix it. Please don't. I can't handle that from you." He was begging. Never in a million years did you ever expect to see Minho this way.

"You've gone soft on me. Grow a pair and own up to your shit." Wiping the stay tear that managed to escape your eyelid, and fortifying yourself once again.

"Princess. Please. You need to understand that things have changed."

"For you Minho! You had a fucking year to work through whatever acid trip made you think that us being together was okay. I woke up not even a fucking hour ago with everything hitting me like a ton of bricks. All of those feelings I used to have for you, every bad emotion came right back!" Your yelling is making him seem more pathetic by the second. Instead of matching your energy and yelling back, he continued to cry and cower at your words. He knew he messed up, but hearing it from the first person he's loved in the way that he loved you, hurt him in the most unexpected way.

"What about the good feelings?" He asks timidly.

"That's the worst fucking part Minho! My head is in shambles. All of the shit you've done in the past year is there, but now I know Chris forced you, because I know good and well if I had died that day, you'd only feel remorse from hurting the guys. You've never given a shit about me. All of the hell that you caused me is there, but now I'm living in a new kind of hell in which the person that I hate the most knows the deepest darkest shit about me." You felt vulnerable. You told Minho about things you never confided with Christopher. He'd seen you at your absolute weakest and you're expected to be okay with that?

"Don't tell me you hate me. You're the only person that has noticed the scars of the wounds in my heart in a way that no one has before. You're my everything. You were there for me when no one else was. This is real. What we have is real." His tears have stopped now, no longer desperate, but instead defeated. He felt like he was back in his trainee days, when he was told that he couldn't debut. He tried to be strong, but eventually the tears couldn't be stopped. It wasn't until he'd accepted his fate that he stopped crying. Instead of feeling sorry for himself, he began to tell himself that he deserved it. If he'd only been better, he would have debuted. That's the exact feeling he felt now while talking to you. If he had been better since the beginning, none of this would have happened. If that day in class, he would've just apologized for spilling coffee on you, then everything would've been different.

"Was it real Minho? Did you really love me or was it a decision for your own sake to escape the loneliness?" Though the two of you were still talking amidst the darkness, you notice him freeze in place.

Your walls were back in place and you were taking a wrecking ball to his. The shield around his heart had made a special little door just for you, and now you were shattering everything you could get your hands on.

"It was real to me." Dried tears stained his face, his heart and joy had been stripped from him in a matter of minutes. His flooring was nowhere to be found, the disassociation hit him harder than ever, and he could only see himself through fogged glass and soundproof walls.

Why was he so foolish?

"I don't think I can do this Minho. I think you should leave." After telling him to go, you don't waste another second to retreat back into your room, walking past him, and locking the door behind you. You didn't so much as spare Minho a glace, you're not even sure how to look at him anymore.

Minho stands there for what feels like forever, trying to ignore the pain he feels in is chest. He wants to be numb, but this is a different type of hurt that he's never felt before.

He walks to the kitchen and grabs a sticky note and pen. In neat hand writing, he leaves you a note in the surface of the fridge. The notes that used to read something among the lines of "Eat the food." or "BRB" now read a message that cost Minho everything to write.

"Please erase me from your memory and find happiness."

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A/N: This was supposed to be the last chapter but my s/o thinks I shouldn't leave it like this - so i swear - next chapter will be the last and a lot shorter! Thank you for reading!

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