#lee know x yn

[remtrack]

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.”

[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.

--- The End✨

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A/n: can’t lie that was very rushed so it Amy not be the best but it’s still something! Anyway remember to like, follow and or repost for more content like this 🙂‍↕️. Remember to eat sleep and drink BYE BYEEE🤗

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[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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[sereia4skz]

fake texts | you accidentally confess to them

pairing: stray kids ot8 x fem!reader

genre: fluff, suggestive

warnings: MDNI, reader says kms (as a joke), suggestive, sex jokes, implied sexual activities?

SS count: 16

BANG CHAN

LEE KNOW

CHANGBIN

HYUNJIN

HAN

FELIX

SEUNGMIN

I.N

[dakusan]

how skz text when they’re jealous

stray kids ot8 x reader | jealousy, soft possessiveness, emotional chaos

🌙 synopsis: some of them get quiet. some of them roast you like it's a coping mechanism. some of them send frog emojis and cry in lowercase. here's how skz would text you when jealousy hits—messy, insecure, dramatic… and totally them.

💌 a/n: i didn't make them jealous. they saw you laughing at someone's joke and just... lost it. some go cold. some spiral. one of them sends a sad playlist. one flexes at the gym. all of them want to know if they're still your favourite. p.s. you're gonna feel called out. good. p.p.s. reblog before someone texts you "who's that btw?"

📍credits: @cafekitsune for the divider

🎶 Now Playing: "Obsidian Touch" — VX

Bang Chan // 방찬 texting when he's jealous: ✧ Acts like he's not, but... he is. Bad. ✧ Tries to be mature but ends up texting too much too fast. ✧ Voice note incoming if you take to long to reply. Jealousy vibe: low-key spiralling with soft possessiveness texting vibe:

"lol who's that btw?" "not that i care, just wondering" "actually nvm. it's not my business" "but also you said you missed me, right?" sends voice note: "just ignore me. or don't. idk."

Lee Know // 리노 texting when he's jealous: ✧ Cold. Petty. Suddenly replies in one word. ✧ Will “like” your messages instead of replying. ✧ Uses the thumbs up emoji with aggression. Jealousy vibe: he's annoyed, but you owe him the reassurance texting vibe:

“funny how you answer him fast." “nah it’s cool. i’m chilling 👍” “just so you know i don’t get jealous” "also block him" "kidding, unless?"

Changbin // 창빈 texting when he's jealous:

✧ Soft possessive but very obvious. ✧ Gets insecure and overthinks. ✧ Sends a million crying emojis, then flexes like he’s unaffected. Jealousy vibe: loud but still wants cuddles texting vibe:

“wow. okay. you like him more 😭😭😭” “don’t worry i’m fine 💪” “not even jealous. just disappointed 😭” “you still like me the most right??? say yes rn pls” sends gym selfie to prove he’s worth it

Hyunjin // 현진 texting when he's jealous: ✧ Brooding. Dramatic. Spirals in aesthetic. ✧ Texts you a paragraph and then deletes it before sending. ✧ Suddenly quiet… until he explodes with ✨feelings ✨. Jealousy vibe: poetic pain + hidden clinginess texting vibe:

“i’m fine lol” sends sad playlist link with no explanation “i didn’t think it would bother me but it does” “do i even cross your mind like that?" sends a blurry selfie captioned: "never mind"

Han // 한 texting when he's jealous: ✧ Tries to play it cool but gives himself away in 0.2 seconds. ✧ Makes everything a joke, but the kind where his voice is shaking. ✧ Typing… deleting…typing again. Jealousy vibe: “i’m fine lol” but he’s in his villain origin arc texting vibe:

“you have fun with your little friend huh 😭” “NOT that i care, i just think it’s funny how–” “ok i’m literally not jealous i’m just saying you posted 14 stories with him” “you’re still mine right??? please validate me with a meme” sends clown emoji then disappears for 6 hours

Felix // 필릭스 texting when he's jealous: ✧ Sweet at first but slowly guilt-trips you (in the cutest way). ✧ Suddenly needs lots of reassurance. ✧ Will spam you with “are u mad at me?” if you don’t reply fast enough. Jealousy vibe: poetic puppy eyes but emotionally spiralling texting vibe:

“he seems cool :’)” “you were smiling a lot in that photo with him” “it’s okay tho… just made me feel a lil invisible” “do you still think of me when you smile like that?” sends a selfie with sad eyes + “this is my ‘i miss u’ face

Seungmin // 승민 texting when he's jealous: ✧ Passive-aggressive KING. ✧ Doesn’t admit it, but he’s clearly annoyed. ✧ Roasts you harder than usual and uses your full name. Jealousy vibe: “you’re mine but i’ll make you work for it” texting vibe:

“huh. didn’t know you liked that type. “no i’m not jealous, just observing your choices” “wow. that’s what you’re into? interesting.” “but sure. go talk to him. i’ll just be here, not caring." proceeds to ignore you until you call him clingy.

I.n // 아이엔 texting when he's jealous: ✧ Pure chaos. Doesn’t know if he wants to fight, cry, or pout. ✧ Will act like he’s totally fine… then drop the most emotional paragraph. ✧ Uses emojis like weapons. Jealousy vibe: possessive in a confused Gen Z way

texting vibe:

“lol so you and him huh 👀💥🧃” “no it’s fine i’m not mad 😩🥹💔🧍‍♂️” “wait do u actually like him or are u just being friendly or am i delulu or” “answer pls i’m spiraling” sends frog emoji and says "that's me watching you ignore me"

[sleepycoffeecas]

puppy love masterlist

puppy love series masterlist

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meet the girls and boy(s)- main accounts, private accounts 🍥

Introduction to puppy love 🍣 (my first idea for this series)

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[charmercharm3r]

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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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Lost kittys P2

✧･ﾟ: *Leeknow x Reader ✧･ﾟ:*

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

!P1 here!

Warnings: Idk? Just Emotional conflict and tensionAngst and relationship strain Guilt and self-blameMild language (in frustration/anger)Mentions of lost pets (though with a safe return)Emotional vulnerability and trust issuest ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The apartment felt colder now — quieter, too. Days had passed since Soonie’s disappearance and return, but the silence between you and Minho had only grown louder. Conversations were brief and stilted, no longer filled with warmth but with something sharp and fragile. The air between you felt like glass one wrong word, one wrong look, and everything would shatter.

Minho still cared for the cats the way he always had, but now there was something different in the way he hovered over them a wariness that hadn’t been there before. Each time you reached out to help — offering to feed them or play with them — Minho would tense, his voice clipped as he said, “I’ve got it.”

You knew what that really meant: I don’t trust you.

Tonight was no different. You stood quietly in the doorway of the living room, watching Minho kneel on the floor, flicking a wand toy for Dori and Doongie. Soonie was curled on Minho’s lap, chin resting on his knee as if he belonged nowhere else.

“Minho?” you said quietly.

He didn’t look up.

“I made dinner,” you tried again, your voice smaller this time.

“I’m not hungry,” he said, still focused on the cats.

Your chest tightened. He wasn’t being cruel no raised voice, no harsh words but the coldness in his silence hurt more than shouting ever could.

“I was thinking…” you began, stepping further inside, “maybe we could go out this weekend? Just us?”

Minho’s hand stilled. The toy sagged limply in his grip, and Doongie lost interest, trotting away.

“I don’t know,” he muttered.

“Please,” you said, voice breaking. “I know I messed up, but I want to fix this — I need to fix this. I miss you.”

Minho finally turned to look at you, and the exhaustion in his face hit you harder than you expected. His eyes — once so warm — looked guarded, like he was holding back something too painful to say aloud.

“You don’t have to fix it all in one night,” he said at last. “But… we can try.”

The café was quiet, tucked away from the city’s noise. You sat across from Minho, but the space between you felt vast — a chasm filled with unsaid words and unspoken fears.

Minho barely touched his drink, his fingers tracing the rim of his cup. You tried to start conversations — asking about his week, about the guys — but his answers were short, mechanical.

“I’ve been trying,” you blurted out finally, your voice trembling. “I’ve been double-checking the balcony door every day, keeping an eye on all three of them whenever you’re not home. I’m trying to be better.”

Minho’s gaze flicked up, sharp and unreadable. “That’s what you’re supposed to do,” he said quietly. “I shouldn’t have to remind you to keep them safe.”

The words stung, but you didn’t argue. You couldn’t.

“I know,” you whispered. “I know I failed you.”

Minho sighed, dragging a hand down his face. “It’s not just that,” he said, his voice heavy. “You don’t understand what it felt like — finding Soonie out there alone, cold, scared… You weren’t there. You didn’t see him shivering in that alley, curled up in a corner like he thought no one was coming for him.”

“I would’ve done anything to find him,” you said fiercely. “I walked for hours — I knocked on doors, called shelters — I didn’t stop, Minho.”

“But I’m the one who found him,” Minho shot back, bitterness cutting through his voice. “I had to be the one to fix what you broke.”

The words landed like a slap.

“I know,” you choked out. “And I hate myself for it.”

Minho’s expression faltered — just for a moment — but he quickly masked it.

“I just…” His voice softened, but the weight of it still lingered. “I can’t forget how scared I was. And I can’t forget that it was you who let it happen.”

You swallowed the sob building in your throat. “I don’t know how to make you trust me again,” you said quietly. “But I’ll keep trying. No matter how long it takes.”

Minho didn’t answer right away. He just stared down at his untouched coffee, fingers curling tightly around the cup.

“We’ll see,” he said finally.

The following days felt like walking a tightrope. Minho was still distant, still guarded — but cracks had started to form in his walls. Some mornings, he’d linger just a little longer before leaving for practice. Some nights, you’d catch him glancing at you like he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

You didn’t push. You just kept trying.

One evening, as you sat curled up on the couch with a book, Soonie jumped into your lap — hesitant at first, but eventually settling in with a soft sigh. His purring filled the quiet room, warm and steady.

Minho, who had been watching from the kitchen, stepped closer. “Looks like he forgives you,” he muttered.

You glanced up at him. “Does that mean you do too?”

Minho didn’t answer right away. Instead, he sat on the arm of the couch, close but not quite touching you. His gaze stayed fixed on Soonie, his fingers absently curling into the fur on the cat’s back.

“I’m trying,” he said quietly. “But it’s hard.”

Your heart twisted painfully. “I get it,” you whispered. “I’d feel the same.”

The room fell quiet again, save for Soonie’s rhythmic purring. After a moment, Minho exhaled — sharp and shaky — and scrubbed a hand down his face.

“I hate this,” he muttered. “I hate feeling like this with you.”

“I do too,” you whispered.

Minho shifted then, finally meeting your eyes. His gaze wasn’t cold this time — it was raw and tired, but open in a way it hadn’t been for weeks. Slowly, hesitantly, he reached out — his hand resting lightly on your knee.

“I don’t know if things can just go back to normal,” he admitted. “But I still love you.”

The tears you’d been holding back finally spilled over. “I love you too,” you whispered. “I never stopped.”

Minho’s fingers tightened on your knee, and this time, when he spoke, his voice cracked.

“I can’t lose you,” he said softly.

“You won’t,” you promised, voice breaking. “I swear.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, Minho leaned into you his head resting against your shoulder, his arm curling tightly around you like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go.

You sat like that for a long time, wrapped in the quiet comfort of each other’s presence. Soonie shifted in your lap, stretching one tiny paw over Minho’s hand as if to hold him there too.

It wasn’t perfect as the ache still lingered, and trust wasn’t something that could be rebuilt in a day. But in that quiet moment, you knew one thing for certain…

Minho hadn’t given up on you. And you wouldn’t stop fighting for him.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

A/N: I’m back again! Sorry it took long time i don’t have a excuse or shit but uh hope u liked it 😀

[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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── .✦ Half words

Pairing : ¡idol!Lee know x ¡idol!Reader

Word : 684

Genre : fluff

Warning : none

For nine months, Minho and YN had been living the perfect love story... in silence.

No public meetings, no inappropriate gestures behind the scenes, and even less visible interaction online. They were sworn to secrecy. Their agencies were strict, the contracts clear: zero rumors. So they loved each other through the gaps, the stolen glances backstage, the coded messages at 3 a.m., and the little objects they left each other by way of presence.

That evening, Minho was live on Instagram with his fans. He was talking about his day, the last rehearsal with his band, while nibbling snacks on his sofa. Nothing out of the ordinary, until his wrist spent a little too long in front of the camera.

A black, braided bracelet, decorated with small golden pearls. And on one of them... the initials Y.L.

The comments exploded:

"What kind of bracelet is that? YN as in... YN?"

"Has he ever worn it?"

"I swear she had one just like it..."

The next day, unsuspecting of the online uproar, YN logged on in turn for a live stream on Weverse. She was laughing, her hair tied back in a fuzzy bun, a black scrunchie holding back her rebellious locks. A fan zooms in. Her bracelet slips off her sleeve. Same model. Same pearls. M.L.

Within hours, the most attentive fans were diving into the archives.

An oversized gray sweater that Minho had worn to a vlog a few weeks earlier? YN had it on his shoulders backstage three days later.

A blurry story of Minho from behind, in a discreet café? Same chair, same cup, same green plant behind YN two days later.

A black velvet scrunchie Minho wore around his wrist during a concert... then around YN's ponytail during an interview.

A Twitter thread was born:

"Minho x YN: coincidences or confirmation?"

With dozens of pieces of evidence lined up like a puzzle that the two idols thought they were hiding.

And in the middle of it all, a comment that perfectly summed up the gist of the story:

"If they've managed to hide this from us for so long, it's because they really care about each other."

The rumors didn't die down. On the contrary, every public appearance by Minho or YN was scrutinized. Yet instead of frightening them... something changed between them.

They stopped hiding.

Not abruptly, not obviously either. But their messages became more direct. Less coded. And when they got together, even for a few hours between two crazy schedules, they didn't waste a minute.

One evening, in a private studio rented by their trusted staff, they found themselves sheltered from the world, their hearts pounding, their fingers entwined.

- Don't you regret it?" asked YN, his voice a little fragile. I mean... if it all blows up.

Minho took a step closer and pressed his forehead to hers.

- You know what I'd regret? Loving you in silence all my life.

She smiled softly, her eyes shining.

- It's so dramatic.

- It's me," he replied with a wink.

They knew it was no longer just a game of discretion. They were a team, an invisible but solid bond that withstood outside pressure. And even if the agencies were already whispering warnings, they would keep going. Together.

Their fans, meanwhile, seemed... divided. But a good number were beginning to sneak up on them.

One fan-account went viral after posting:

"Look at them. They've never been so bright. Frankly, I want them to be happy. Whether they're together or not. But if they are together... then so much the better."

Then, one evening, without warning, YN posted a story.

No picture of them. Just a photo of their two bracelets, lying side by side on a wooden table, in a golden light. In the background, a soft song. The lyrics read, "if the world finds out, at least we loved without lying."

She didn't tag anyone. Not a word. Not an explanation.

But this time, they stopped trying to calm the storm.

Minho re-shared the story. Just with an emoji: "..."

And that was enough.

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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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[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!!

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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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