#lee minho x male reader enemies to lovers

[victorbutnotreally]

Serenade - Lee Know x Male Reader (ft Soyeon, Changbin)

warnings: swearing

"You. Again", Minho says through his teeth. He and Mn had all classes together this year. The problem? They're rivals.

"Pleasure to see you, Minho", Mn says sarcastically. It's always been his tone with Minho apart from plain hateful. There was never an explanation why, but the boys have both hated each other since the moment Mn joined in high school. Something about the boy was just annoying to Minho.

"Shut up."

Mn rolls his eyes before continuing his reading.

Ugh. This kid is so annoying? Why do I have to be in the same class as him?! Why am I his enemy and why is he so goddamn handsome?!

Minho's thoughts were interrupted by the teacher's voice echoing through the classroom.

"Our exams are starting soon, so I hope you've been preparing. And you can get a study buddy if you'd like. I did that all the time when I was a student."

The teacher's statement was followed by groans from the students. But can you blame them? No one likes exams, and these were moody teenagers who hated everyone except their daily coffee.

"Mn, could you collect the assignments from the students?", the teacher asked Mn. He nods, mumbles a quick "yes sir" and gets up from his seat, his tall frame still amazing Minho. As he collected the assignments from the students, Minho couldn't help but stare at the stoic boy's hands. They were so big and pretty.

His hands…oh god. Wait..is this a crush?! No…no no no..that can't be…why would I have a crush on a boy?!!! And that too, him?! I mean..he's not bad…he's handsome, funny, kind, smart, talente- stop it, you idiot! I do not like him. He won't like me anyway…

After a boring lesson about stages of cell division, the class let out. Mn was groggily walking towards his History classroom.

Ugh..why should I learn these things?! It's already over. Done. They're all dead. Besides, I want to become a fucking scientist…no one's gonna ask me about the fucking Industrial Revolution. I just wanna go home and sleep.

He walks to his History classroom and stops as he feels a tug on his sleeve. He turns around. It was Soyeon, one of his closest friends.

"You still don't have a date to prom, do you?"

"Ugh, when is it?"

"It's literally day after tomorrow. How can you not know that, dumbass?"

"Hey! I'm a genius, mind you", he jokes, trying to hide the fact that he does not, in fact, have a date to prom.

"Knowing physics doesn't mean you're good with people."

"For the love of god, can you stop with the lecture?"

"Yeah yeah whatever. I'm going with Chan anyways, so.."

"Chan?! He's so cute…", he says, a cute smile on his face, earning a fake dramatic gasp from Soyeon as her eyes lit up.

"You have a crush on him!"

"No! I just think he's so adorable. I think all short people are adorable. Including you, Soyeon~"

"Ouch. You can't just insult and compliment two people in the same sentence."

"Short is not an insult, you idiot. It is simply a measure of height."

"Yeah, right. Anyways, gotta go to class. I got English next."

"Bye."

"Oh, and get a date. I want to see you all dressed up and out of this fucking grey hoodie you have."

"Ugh whateverrr."

Soyeon chuckles at his annoyance and walks to class.

During class, Mn can't help but notice Minho stare at him. But for some reason, he doesn't mind at all. He kinda likes it.

Does he like me or something? Should I…ask him to prom?..No…that's just stupid, Mn, why would you do that?! He's your rival, stupid. I mean…I-

The bell rang and the class ran out.

He walked mindlessly out of the class. It was lunch now, and he couldn't bear to sit in the loud cafeteria full of obnoxious kids, so he goes to the music room. He was so overwhelmed by his thoughts that his appetite had left faster than a class of students being dismissed. He sat at the piano and began practicing for the concert that night. It was Mahler's 5th symphony, one of his favorites.

Minho heard this, but he didn't bother to follow the sound. He knew that it was Mn, only he could play so perfectly. He didn't want to walk into where Mn was…after all, he was trying to rid his thoughts of him. The perfect Mn Ln. The beautiful genius who played with numbers, instruments, and hearts. The heartbreaker. His rival.

Mn was clearing his head quite well. The sound of the calming symphony was perfect to ease his nerves.

Changbin 💪

do you actually have a crush on him?!

Me

i think so, yeah..

Changbin 💪

good luck getting him with all the girls fawning over him

Me

idek if i have a crush on him tho

Changbin 💪

minho, come to a damn conclusion, will ya?

Me

ok ! fine! i have a crush on him.

Changbin 💪

oh god, you weren't kidding, were you? you actually like Mn??

Me

no..ugh..this is so hard..

Changbin 💪

maybe you should ask him to prom

Me

he probably doesn't even want to go

Changbin 💪

maybe he will if you ask him ;)

Me

don't already establish that he likes me

Changbin 💪

right…i won't give you hope. but maybe…just maybe..

Me

alr..i'll ask him tomorrow. my parents are dragging me to some concert tonight…eomma's friend's son's the percussionist or smth.

Changbin 💪

alr then. night

Me

night<3

Ugh..why do i have to have a crush on him?! I don't even know if he likes guys..

He gets ready to go to the stupid concert and when he gets there….he sees Mn. On the piano. And oh my, did he look handsome. He wore a black suit, perfect. A black watch, perfect. And a thin silver chain on his neck. Perfecto. They way his fingers glided over the piano, how beautifully he played the perfect symphony, how fucking prince-like he looked in the lighting of the concert hall. There was no doubt about it, Minho had a crush. A big one.

Mn was lost in the music, beautifully in sync with the orchestra. He had his eyes on the piano and when he eventually shifted his gaze to the audience, his eyes locked with Minho's deep brown ones. He looked shocked for a second. 'Is he following me everywhere?' But he smiled. The small curve of his pink lips that Minho has always adored, though he'd never say it out loud. Or would he?

The concert ended and Minho found Mn outside.

"Mn! I wanna talk to you."

Mn? He's always called him Ln with a sharp tone. Like how Malfoy would address Harry.

"Yeah? What is it?" Mn's voice was uncharacteristically soft…almost too soft to be talking to his long-time rival. They'd known each other since they were thirteen, and it was only now, at seventeen that they're realizing their obvious crushes on each other. What they didn't know was that half the school secretly shipped the them. After all, how were they supposed to know that the short love story between two boys written by a fellow classmate for an English assignment was about them?!

"I just wanted to say that…the concert, yeah..the concert was…great."

"Oh..thank you. I appreciate it."

"..You going to prom?"

"Haven't found a date."

"No one asked you?!" He was shocked. There was no way that Mn hasn't been asked yet.

"They did, but…"

"But what?"

"I..I don't know. I mean, I barely know them."

"So you're not going with anyone as of now?"

"Nope."

"Then can I…ask you?"

"W-What?"

"Will you go to prom with me, Mn?" Minho's nerves were killing him. If Mn said no, which he probably will, he would just evaporate into thin air. Oh god..why did I ask that? He'll say no for su-

"I..I'd love to.."

"Huh?"

Mn chuckles. Minho's confused expression was…adorable, to say the least. He couldn't help but tease the boy. He leans in, leans a bit down too, to match Minho's height.

"You heard me, love."

LOVE?! HE'S CALLING ME LOVE!! I CAN'T- …alright, calm down, Minho, deep breaths.

"I-I didn't. Say it again."

"I said…I would love to go to prom with you, darling."

DARLI-

He smiles as brightly as the moon shines in the background of their interaction and he wraps his arms around his rival that he'd wanted to hug for so long. Mn could now possibly be his. Mn was a bit startled by the sudden physical affection, but he certainly wasn't complaining. He returned the hug, feeling Minho relaxing into his body.

Minho has always squealed over those enemies to lovers stories. Maybe he wouldn't need stories for that now.

And Mn? He didn't mean to serenade Minho, but he did.

[minminbunny]

Enemies to Lovers AU - Biker! Lee Minho/Bookworm Gender Neutral! Reader

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A loud rumble buzzed under your feet when he pulled up. "What you do what, Lee?" you asked, crossing your arms. Minho chuckled, taking off his helmet, "Well it's day three hundred of waiting for you to get on," he teased, leaning forward. You rolled your eyes, "Nope, never," you said, walking away. Minho waddled his bike, "Pretty please?" he teased, following you. "I said no, Lee," you said, hoping he didn't see your red ears. Minho smirked, "Worth a shot. I'll be back tomorrow, pretty," he said, putting his helmet back on and rode away. You squatted down and covered your face, "That stupid asshole," you scoffed, trying to compose yourself. Minho noticed you through his side mirror, "One day, pretty. You'll give in soon," he said, focusing on the road.

Your headphones distracted you from the busy cross walk. You looked up and noticed green, not knowing you only had two seconds left. As you took the first few steps, someone tugged you back. You gasped, your back hitting against their chest. A car drives past you in rage, flipping you off as they went. You gulped and removed your headphones, "Ha hah, sorry about that," you said, getting off the person nervously. Minho took off his helmet and glared at you, "Are you trying to die?" he asked, squinting at your headphones. You subconsciously puffed your cheeks, "No," you murmured, fidgeting with your rings. Minho sighed and dragged your arm. Your eyes widened, "Wait, Lee! Where are we going?" you asked, helplessly letting him pull you along.

Your breath hitched when Minho pinned you against an alley wall, "You should be punished for worrying me," he muttered, almost to himself. You furrowed your eyebrows, "I said I'm sorry," you said, trying to tug your wrist back. Minho looked down at your lips, and back to your eyes, "Sorry doesn't cut it, pretty. You just made my stupid heart drop so you're going to pay for it," he said, stroking your cheek with his bare hair. "What do you me-," you said, when he cut you off with a passionate kiss. His lips slotted perfectly with yours. You couldn't help yourself but to melt into his ministrations. Minho smirked against your lips and lifted you up by the hips.

NSFW BELOW CUT

You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. Minho licked your bottom lip, seeking permission. "Mhm," you moaned when he slid his tongue against yours. Minho deepened the kiss, his hands bracing behind your head so you don't smack it to the wall. You pulled away for air, "Need you, Lee," you whispered, lust coating your senses. Minho quickly tugged his sweats down, his throbbing cock slapping against his leather jacket. An audible gulp escaped you. "Like what you see, pretty?" he asked, tugging down your cargo pants. You stared up at him, "I fucked myself early. So please just ruin me," you pleaded, choosing to dwell on the consequences after. Minho groaned at the thought of you pleasuring yourself, "Dirty. So fucking filthy," he chuckled, slicking up his cock with your leaking arousal. Minho aligned his girthy cock head against your hole, "Breathe in," he said, easing his cock in one smooth thrust. "And out," Minho guided before, picking up a relentless pace as he pounded your fluttering hole against the public wall.

[onehoplessromantic]

MASTERLIST

Jeon Jungkook | Min Yoongi | Lee Minho | Lee Felix | Kim Mingyu | Bang Chan | Kim Namjoon | Jung Hoseok | Choi Seungcheol

-constantly being updated- <- (that’s a lie)

updated 11/1/2024 [link check]

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Helloooo! its been a while hasn’t it? School is dying down so I finally had a chance to update this master list! I have updated the counts and info on fics that were already there and added a bunch more (new idols get hype). another fun new thing is that im going to open my taglist, so whenever i update a new chapter or add a new fic or whatever, whoever wants to will get a notification. all you have to do is just add a note to the post that says “taglist” and ill add u, im trusting that youre over 16. anyways! enjoy the new library of fics!!!

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fluff-> 🤍 | smut -> 🍋 | angst -> 🌧️ | major tw -> ‼️

Jeon Jungkook

♡ I Want You to Stay | @ahundredtimesover

series | wc: 261.3k | 🌧️🤍‼️

boss!jungkook x assistant!reader

PLEASE READ WARNINGS

idiot strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers if you squint, k-drama feels, angst, drama, fluff, smut, sexual themes, power dynamics, anxiety, depictions of assault and aggression [chapter 8] (specific warnings on post)

♡ strong enough | @hyukaslvr

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idol!jungkook x idol!reader

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♡ guilty pleasures | @kookslastbutton

series *ongoing* | current wc: 28.4k | 🌧️🍋

ceo!jungkook x reader (?) idol!tae x reader

!!!okay so the fate of the story has not yet been decided, you’ll get it once you read!!! (not poly!!)

angst, smut, fluff, loverstoexesto (?), coworkersto (?), unrequited love, smut, sexism, morally grey-ness, swearing, alcohol consumption, sexism in media and business, toxic relationships, abandonment issues, explicit sexual content

♡ things you don’t know | @btsgotjams27

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jungkook x f!reader

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“i thought i’d never see you again”

♡ the farmhouse | @solecize

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jungkook x reader

estranged friends to lovers, small town au, childhood best friends, slice of life, cowboy-ish jungkook, grief, mentions of death, death, fear, drinking and substance use, mutually pining, explicit language, jk as a parental figure (you’ll see), angst, fluff, growing up

♡ Chasing Cars | @oddinary4bts

series *ongoing* | current wc: 155.2k | 🌧️🍋

brothers best friend!jungkook x younger sister!reader

18+ mdni!, forbidden love? au, college!au, slice of life, smut, angst, fluff

♡ The Boy with Galaxies in His Eyes | @oddinary4bts

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idol!jungkook x tattoo-artist!reader

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♡ For the Birds | @yoonieper

series *ongoing* | current wc: 65.9k | 🌧️🤍🍋‼️

jungkook x reader

slow burn, lots of smut (not always healthy), cheating, discussions of depression, this series includes Jk in a pretty toxic environment, degradation (not the sexy kind), manipulation, and overall Jk being in an emotionally abusive situation! please read with caution!!

♡ how long will we fall | @jiminrings

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jungkook x reader

soulmate au, painful f2l, unrequited love, a lot of angst, more fluff n wholesome moments, emotional constipation, yearning, jealousy, swearing, redemption arc, ngl jk kinda toxic

♡ touchin’ | @whatifyoulivelikethat

oneshot | wc: idk loll | 🍋🍋🍋

jungkook x reader

rated M (18+) for language, lovers that call themselves friends-with-benefits because jk is a fool, both parties are freaking annoying tbh, smut (fem reader, double lip piercing jk, heavy petting, standing doggy with clothes on, lots of neck making out, light nipple play, lowkey forearm kink), fluff, non-idol!au - jk is wearing the outfit from his 2023.06.29 weverse live

i dont usually recommend smut but this was just too good not to

♡ first class | @girlygguk

oneshot | wc: 25k+ | 🍋🤍🌧️

rich student!jk x (f)rich student!reader

childhood best friends, nepo baby!reader & jk, kth younger sister!reader, heavy pining, language, emotionally constipated characters, miscommunication, toxic/unhealthy friendships, fwb relationship, fighting, blood, alchohol consumption, smut (see fic for full warnings there was way too many to write here)

Min Yoongi

♡ Countermelody | @bonvoyagenoona

series | wc: ~100k | 🍋🌧️🤍

yoongi x reader

small town enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, smut, humor, producers!yoongi, hobi, namjoon, songwriters!yoongi, hobi, namjoon, musician!reader

♡ Oh! Darling | @yoongiofmine

series | wc: 108k | 🤍🍋🌧️

professor!yoongi x student!reader

fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, university au, mild age gap (emphasis on mild, yn in grad school and yoongi in his early 30s), forbidden romance

♡ Kitsungi | @moni-logues

series | wc: 105k | 🤍🍋🌧️‼️

yoongi x reader

strangers-to-friends-to-lovers, non idol!au, angst, smut, eventual fluff ‼️alchohol consumption, yoongi and reader are both depressed, depressive episodes, attempted suicide, toxic relationships (readers ex), jokes about death, death, vomit, self harm, self deprecation, language (specific warnings posted for each chapter)

NOTE: please read the warnings carefully, there is a lot of heavy topics in this read

♡ Grey Area | @blushoseoks

series *ongoing* | current wc: 98,832 | 🌧️🍋

min yoongi x reader

heavy angst, language, alcohol consumption, university au, soulmate au, eventual smut, weed consumption, slow burn, death

♡ Illicit Favors | @yoongiofmine

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producer!yoongi x author!reader

smut with plot, friends to lovers, smut, more smut, even MORE smut, mutual pining, virgin reader, teaching sex au, this oneshot is amazing plz read it

♡ back-burner | @yoonpobs

series | wc: 95k | 🌧️🍋‼️

yoongi x f!reader

sisters best friend!au, best friend to lovers!au, sorta frenimies?to lovers!au, angst, *slow burn*, smut, fluff, one sided pining (?), longing, sibling jealousy, insecurities, family trauma, explicit language, eventual smut, eventual fluff, MAJOR ANGST, sexual harassment, mentions of poor mental health, alcohol as a coping mechanism, mentions of poor health, neglecting ones health [specific warnings in chapters]

guys this is another decently heavy one with a lot of sensitive topics so make the decision that is best for you while reading this

Kim Mingyu

♡ Today was (not) a fairytale | @babyleostuff

oneshot | wc: 1.6k | 🌧️🤍

idol!mingyu x fem!reader

established relationship, mingyu forgets your anniversary…

♡ Snowbound | @papermatisse

series *ongoing* | current wc: 17.6k | 🌧️🌧️🌧️

kim mingyu x f!reader

death mentioned/near death experiences, depression, unresolved mourning, cursing, emotional neglect, slight age gap (mingyu is slightly aged up), reader implied to be smaller than mingyu, stranger danger (?), extreme weather (?)

♡ How to Win Hearts for Dummies (the answer is lattes and banana bread) | @gyuswhore

oneshot | wc: 12.4k | 🌧️🤍

idol!mingyu x makeup-artist!reader

one sided pining, slow burn, swearing, shitty bosses, some descriptions of anxiety and breakdowns, reader has issues opening up

♡ Hits Different (…’cause it’s you) | @gyuswhore

2-part series | wc: 40k | 🌧️🤍🍋

kim mingyu x reader

based off ‘hits different’ by taylor swift, brothers best friend!au, brother!seokmin, smut (part 2), friends(?) to lovers, university!au, slowburn, mingyus a bit of an airhead and an ass, reader has a hard time managing her feelings, lots of frustrated tears, one sided pining, user toruro x minghao make an appearance, swearing, theres another woman (gasp…..but shes cool so), nayeon is a darling, seungchol is kind of annoying but we love him, smut tags in part 2

♡ sugar and you | @97-liners

oneshot | wc: 4.5k | 🤍

mingyu x reader

in which mingyu is an idealistic pastry chef, and you’re a cynical wedding planner who doesn’t believe in love.

fluff, just really sweet (hah) fluff, one-sided enemies to lovers

♡ back to december | @toruro

oneshot | wc: 4.3k | 🍋🤍🌧️

mingyu x reader

miscommunication, unrequited love (not fr tho), big dick mingyu, sex in a car, riding, fingering, pet names, creampie

guys that was a lot of smit warnings but i promise its not a smut fic just read plz

Lee Minho

♡ Invisible Thread | @astraystayyh

series | wc: 37k | 🤍🌧️

minho x reader

university au, academic rivals to lovers (rivals not enemies cuz they respect each other), slow burn, fluff, angst, poor relationships with parents, insecurities, she/her reader, mention of alcohol

♡ Lost in Translation | @moonjxsung

one-shot | wc: 26.5k | 🤍🌧️🍋

minho x reader

university au, babysitter!reader, older brother!minho, smut, angst, fluff, mention of pregnancy, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it), pet names, (see other warnings)

Lee Felix

♡ forgive me for what i haven’t done | @rachalixie

one-shot | wc: 17.5k | 🤍🌧️

prince!felix x princess!reader

kingdom au, angst, betrayal, strangers to lovers, hurt/comfort, she/her reader, emotional manipulation and physical violence from readers father, mentions of violence

Bang Chan

♡ Dispatch | @baby-yongbok

oneshot | wc: 1.3k | 🌧️‼️

husband! 911 operator!bang chan x afab!reader

themes of home invasion, mentions of guns, please read responsibly!!!

Chan has heard a lot of calls being a 911 operator but this is never one he wanted to experience.

Kim Namjoon

♡ My Feet to Follow, and My Heart to Hold | @daechwitatamic

series | wc: 76.3k | 🌧️🍋

KNJ x f!reader, unrequited KTH x reader

college!au, roomie!au, angst, s2l, slow burn, eventual smut, pov changes, convos revolving around the past loss of immediate family members, language, drinking, angst, a LOT of poetry, eventual smut - sections will have individual warnings

Jung Hoseok

♡ Flower | @readyplayerhobi

series | wc: 177k | 🤍🌧️🍋‼️

hoseok x reader

depression, anxiety, self-loathing, lack of self-esteem, oral sex (receiving and giving) penetrative sex, fingering, kink exploration, anal, panic attack, discussion of car accidents, mentions of character death, body issues, sex toys, stress, drinking [smut isnt till later in the series btw]

Choi Seungcheol

♡ Always Only You | @honeyhotteoks

oneshot | wc: 14.2k | 🌧️🍋

s.coups x reader

non idol!seungcheol x fem!reader, older brother mingyu, seungcheol is mingyus bff, childhood friends to lovers, brothers best friend, reader is called a sl*t in a mean way by her shitty date, v protective cheol, reckless driving, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it), reader is curvy and descriptors like full, thick, etc are used, makeouts, grinding, cheol is obsessed with pussy, oral sex (f receiving), hand stuff, smut

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ⓒ onehopelessromantic, November 2024

[agi-ppangx]

hello, hello, we meet again for a new idea of a ff. (atp I think I deserve an emoji or smth, so you can know it's me bcs get used to me giving you ideas. you write too beautifully to not have requests, I'm sorry. P.S.: js recommended you to a few friends and to my girlfriend and they all congratulated your skills of writing!💕)

anyway, what do you feel about an enemies to lovers trope with lee know? reader's a trainee (dancing is her speciality) and she is the first one to break the trainee record of being the fastest trainee to learn the basic JYP entertainment moves in 4 weeks, which she was very proud of. This until a new trainee comes, Lee minho, who learns the moves in 2 weeks, breaking reader's record. This gets reader annoyed and works even harder to prove the people around that she is a better dancer than him. They never talk, only rarely mocking each other when the other one wasn't around.

Then, it comes the Survival Show (im sorry - not really - but im changing the shows's rules. there will be two teams, FEMALE 2TEAM - made with Yeji, Yuna, Chaeryeong, Ryujin, Somi and reader - and MALE 2TEAM - we already know the contestants for this team- which will create then a group of people who didn't get eliminated. the elimination happens every episode, two people leaving) where the two of them have to work together in order to create the perfect balance for the choreography between the two teams. That's how they start getting along better and actually realize that they could be friends. They still had arguments but never something too big. When it was time for the elimination in episode 4, minho, reader and yuna were om the verge of elimination. However, only reader didn't get eliminated. Tears in everyone's eyes as minho and Yuna leave the set, but reader soon understands that it was minho's place to be in the boy group. She talks to JYP about being a bad idea the fact that it will be a mix group and that she prefers not to be involved in such a drama, in order to get minho back in the team. she succeeds and runs to minho, telling him the situation. (the last few sentences, make it soft like- fluffy? idk??)

~ the jeongin ff anon

💭the right thing

pairing: lee minho x fem!reader

an: im really for the wait but the fic is finally here !! i hope you'll be satisfied with it❤️ also thank you so so much for recommending my blog, it means the world to me🥹 and yes, you do deserve an emoji !! please let me know which one you choose<3

“our dancing queen~” you heard ryujin’s voice which interrupted your conversation with yuna. you looked up at her, curious what was that about. “i have bad news for you,” she added, sitting next to you. you raised your eyebrow - bad news? what kind of bad news? “someone broke your record, yn.”

you weren’t mad at all. were you mad? no, no, you weren’t. it’s okay, it’s just a stupid record. it’s nothing important. it’s okay. it’s not like it was something you’d worked hard your whole life. no. no, it’s fine. you were completely fine- “yn, put the knife down,” yuna said firmly, looking at your dissociated figure. “put it down, did you hear me? you have this weird absent expression on your face and it looks scary.” you slowly put the knife in the sink, sighing loudly, and leaned your hands on the counter. you felt yuna’s arms wrap around you from behind, gently placing her chin on your shoulder. “you know it means absolutely nothing, right? you'll always be our dancing queen,” she whispered, trying to cheer you up a little bit. did it work? no, no it didn’t, but you knew you couldn’t sulk for the rest of your life, so you just nodded weakly and proceeded with your daily routine, trying to forget about everything. after all, you had to prepare for the showcase and you didn’t have time to worry about some random dude you’ll forget in a month anyway.

your next practice was intense to say the least. It all started with just yuna, yeji and you, but then some other trainees decided to join you and after some time almost the whole practice room was filled with people. and among those people was lee minho, dancing at the front next to you. his presence was making you nervous, but motivated you as well. you tried your best for hours, sweat (and some tears) were making its way down your face, muscles hurting and head spinning, but you didn’t slow down. minho noticed your state in the mirror and mumbled something under his nose, smirking, but you didn’t catch it. so, you stopped the dancing and took a step in his direction. “you wanna repeat that?” you asked, your cold piercing gaze was trying to burn holes in his head. but he just looked at you and shook his head. “i don’t know what you’re talking about. go back to practising,” he responded, visibly happy with your annoyance. “you definitely need it more than i do,” he added with an evil smile, much quieter, but that you managed to catch. you scoffed at his words, amused by his exaggerated self-confidence and decided to try ignoring him for the rest of the practice. you had to prove something, not to get into stupid fights with minho.

“you need it more than i do,” you said in a mocking tone when you decided to take a break from practising. you were currently sitting in a convenience store with the girls, fumbling with your noodles and losing your appetite just thinking about minho. you were furious. “who does he think he is, huh?” you rambled on and on, your head hurting from all the negative emotions that were building up inside you. “yn, i love you, but i think you care a bit too much,” chaeryeong said softly, taking a sip of her drink. you looked at her and raised your eyebrow. she noticed your not-so-friendly gaze and spoke again. “don't get me wrong, but it really doesn't matter that he beat the record. there are so many other people who are great dancers without breaking the record, it's just a formality.” you nodded weakly at her words. she was right. of course it didn't matter. “besides,” ryujin started with a mouthful of ramen. “you still can show you're better by debuting sooner than him,” she continued and went straight back to eating. she was also right. the only way to show you were better than him was debuting and that was your goal.

“a mixed group?” you huffed after the showcase was done. you were still in your stage outfit, catching your breath after an exhausting performance. JYP surprised you all, deciding to change the rules a bit and create a mixed group instead of choosing one of your teams to debut. it wouldn’t be anything bad, but since minho was a part of the male group, to say you were mad was an understatement. “yn, look at the positives - we might be able to finally debut. you’ve been here for so long already, you should be celebrating,” yeji said firmly and the rest of the girls nodded with approval. “i am happy, of course i am. and i'm gonna celebrate. i just don’t feel too fancy about the fact that i might end up in one group with lee minho,” you exhaled loudly, sounding more and more defeated with each word. “i mean, nothing’s sure for now. lots of us are gonna be eliminated, so maybe he’ll be one of those people?” ryujin suggested and earned a slap on her arm from yeji. “stop the negativity, no one’s eliminated yet. let’s just go eat something and don’t think about anyone else other than ourselves,” yeji exclaimed, hyping you all up and you decided to drop the topic for the night and enjoy your little success, knowing that there was just gonna be harder with each day.

“no, no, i'm not doing this,” you whined loudly, falling on your bed late at night. your body was aching from the whole day of practising and recording a song JYP asked you to create with the male group. he assigned the composing to chan, changbin and han, while the people who were responsible for choreography were you and minho. and to no one's surprise you weren't happy about this. but you had nothing to say since it was JYP's decision - you had to respect it.

that's how you ended up in the boys' dorm, alone with minho. it was awkward, to say the least. you didn't know how to behave and since minho hadn't really said anything else than “come in” and “you wanna drink something?”you just stood there in silence and looked around a little. the rest of the boys either went to eat or stayed at the company to practise, so it was really quiet there. “chan sent me the finished song,” he finally spoke, his voice soft and steady. you nodded and asked him to play it to you so you could think about the choreography a bit. you closed your eyes when the song started playing and listened intently, paying close attention to certain parts of the chorus. when the song was done, you opened your eyes and noticed that minho was staring at you. you raised your eyebrow and he cleared his throat, converting his gaze at his phone. “so, um… do you have any ideas where we should start?” he asked faintly and you started to share your concept with him.

that's how your little cooperation started. your first choreography was met with a huge enthusiasm from both teams as well as JYP himself. you did well and because of that minho and you were officially in charge of creating a perfect balance in choreographies between both teams. you weren't as mad as before, because you actually kind of enjoyed working with minho - he had different experiences with dancing and therefore he was able to share his unique ideas with you. it wasn't too easy though, because you both had strong characters and you struggled to come to a compromise sometimes, but regardless of your small disagreements you warmed up to him and felt this weird urge to spend more time with him. what was happening to you?

that's why, when episode 4 came and you two were on the verge of elimination alongside yuna, you felt as if your world was going to collapse. you struggled to breathe standing in front of JYP. he had this serious expression and was looking at the three of you. “yn and minho,” you heard his voice and stiffened, your heart speeding and tears welling in your eyes. “you were in charge of the choreography again, but something didn't work this time,” he continued and your hands started shaking. minho noticed it and quietly took your hand in his, squeezing it to reassure you. JYP shared his feedback with yuna as well and you exhaled shakily. you were scared. “yn.” you looked up at JYP again, expecting the worst. “for me your enthusiasm and willingness to work and become even better is clearly seen. and even if this week you and minho didn't do your job properly, i see the most potential in you,” he continued in a serious tone. “that's why you are the one to stay. you can come back to your team.” you stood there in shock, tears now streaming down your face. you bowed clumsily and took a step back, your vision blurry. you didn't really remember the rest of his words, but when he left the set, you rushed to yuna and minho and hugged them tightly, sobbing. “i'm so sorry,” you babbled. “i'm so, so sorry.” “it's okay, it's not your fault,” yuna said shakily. she then smiled at you and went to say goodbye to others. you then hugged minho again, burying your face in his chest. “you should be the one staying here,” you mumbled, sniffling. “i'll fix this,” you added, looking him in the eyes. he only patted your head and smiled softly. “it's okay, we did a great job anyway,” he chuckled. “bye, yn. i liked to work with you even if you hate me” “bye, minho. i don't actually hate you.”

it wasn't right. no. it was his place, he belonged here. you spoke to JYP once, but he brushed you off after a minute. then you spoke to him for the second time, he said no. you tried again, he told you his decision was made. but you didn't want to respect it. it wasn't right. after episode 5 you went to him again. this time, he listened to you, taking in everything you wanted to say about this being a bad idea. “i'm willing to switch places with him, just please bring him back,” you pleaded. but he only said you should go back to your dorm. you cried on your way there. and you cried yourself to sleep that day.

episode 6 and minho came back. you couldn't believe your eyes - JYP brought him back. you didn't really listen to the man when he was explaining everything. you only saw minho - his eyes were so sparkly and when they met yours, you saw him smile widely. then JYP left the practice room to give you some time to reunite and you didn't waste time. you ran to him and immediately wrapped your arms around his neck. you rambled on and on that you were so happy to see him again and explained the whole situation. you must've started crying at some point cause minho had to wipe some tears from your cheeks. “i make you cry a lot, huh?” minho said jokingly when you stopped the ramble. “no wonder you hate me,” he added and your smile faded. “i don't hate you. if i did, i would've choked you instead of hugging you right now,” you giggled, smiling again. “fair point. but if you don't hate me then how do you feel about me?” minho teased, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. “i was hoping you would know by now.” “oh, i do. i just want you to say it out loud,” he said, his face getting closer and closer to yours. but you didn't respond to that, pecking his cheek instead and finally backing off a little to let the rest say hi to him. you were smiling the whole time and you knew you did the right thing.

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Love Fool (2/?)

pairing: student!minho x student!gn!reader feat. student!seungmin genre: enemies to lovers combined with school au summary: Lee Y/N is the new student of the MAXIDENT university. Though, it seems like Y/N gets in some trouble with the popular guy, Lee Minho, right in the first day. Do they grow to hate each other or... love each other? warnings: none word count: 1.5k words (1,578) a/n: make sure to read the first part if you haven't done so! 1 | 2 | 3

"Thanks a lot for ruining my first day, Minho", you grunted and sat at a random desk in anger. You crossed your legs and arms, your tongue poking your cheek, as annoyance was clearly visible on your face. How could you not? After all, you got in trouble on the first day, all because of a stupid boy!

"You're not any better, Y/N", Minho growled and glared at you. He sat at the teacher's desk, placing his legs on it and crossing them.

You glanced over at him with a dumbfounded expression, slightly raising your eyebrow as you asked, "Are you even allowed to sit there? It's the teacher's desk after all; there are so many free student desks here…"

"Who?"

"Y—"

"Asked", he added.

You blinked. You were confused about his words and how any of them made sense. You rubbed the back of your neck, trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together.

"Who asked, you bird brain." Minho mocked me and rolled his eyes, letting his head fall and staring at the ceiling. "Do I have to remind you? I'm Lee Minho."

"Yeah, right, okay…" you whispered, feeling a bit hurt about his rude attitude. Obviously, you wouldn't care about such a person with attitude issues, but it really ruined your mood and motivation that school in South Korea will go well. You still remember how excited you felt when you arrived at your aunt's house and couldn't believe you made it to MAXIDENT University, one of the hardest performing arts and dance universities to get into and the best one in South Korea.

But then you remembered. It's just the first day. You have so many days, months, and years ahead to experience. You can't let a jerk like Minho make you give up, especially after all the years of hard work and learning to get here. And coming back to a country where you struggle with the language, yet still doing your best. You were sure that, despite the language barrier, you were going to find your friend group and make good memories with them.

Internally, you smiled to yourself. On the outside, you kept the same neutral expression on your face. You didn't want the male to bring up the fact that you randomly smiled for no reason, in dead silence, and make fun of it till your last breath in this building. In order to help the time pass and distract yourself from the fact that Minho was quite literally standing in front of you at the teacher's desk that he apparently claims is "his own desk", you searched through your school bag for your notebook. In the metallic spiral ring, there was a pencil that was designed by you with colourful duct tape, which you later drew cute and small doodles on, such as hearts, cats, diamonds, flowers, and more. As for the notebook cover, it was filled with different kinds of stickers that you had collected throughout your childhood, and your name was written on it, both in English and Korean.

You took out the pencil from the metallic spiral ring, opened an empty page, and started doodling the first thing that came to mind: your aunt's collection of plants and flowers. It was no surprise when you remembered how much of a big fan of nature she is and how she's a botanist. You could only remember how she would always babysit you during the summer, back when you were little, because of your mom who was busy with work. She would show you her collection of books and encyclopaedias about plants, explaining them in a fun and charming way. If you were lucky, your aunt would sometimes even bring you to the botanic garden she works at, and you would always admire the different kinds of plants. Something she always told you and, till this day, you still remember it is: 'See how every plant is different, but beautiful in their own way? That's how we humans are'. Such words fascinated you at that age, and, well… they still do.

Reminiscing about these childhood memories definitely helped you feel better and forget about what happened moments ago. By now, you had finished drawing about four or five plants out of, who knows, how many your aunt had. You tried counting once, but you weren't really that bored to count till the end. You probably gave up after 10 anyway, from what you remember.

Even though you kept yourself busy with this stuff, when you suddenly stopped drawing, that's when you realised just how loud the silence was. Then the question popped: What has Minho been doing the whole time? You did tell yourself to not pay him any attention, but it just seemed so weird for him to be this quiet. While it was wrong to assume whether he's usually loud or quiet after barely meeting him, based on the impression you got and how hard he showed off the fact he's "really popular", you wouldn't be necessarily surprised for him to find himself always having to say something in any situation. Then, why didn't he continue the conversation from earlier?

That's when you realised you were feeling a gaze on you. Your eyes slowly travelled up and met Minho's. You were slightly shocked to see the look in his eyes. He was completely lost in his thoughts and seemed to try figuring something out as he was staring at your birthmark. Between your right cheek and eye, you had a small mole with a soft shade of cocoa, looking like a perfectly drawn circle.

"What?", You broke the silence with your sudden question before the male looked away as if nothing had happened.

An awkward silence (pun intended) fell, and you were staring at him, waiting for him to do or say something, as you slowly placed the pencil in your notebook. Suddenly, Minho got up, fixed the tie on his uniform, and put his hand in his pockets as he made his way out of the detention room. All you could do was just watch him leave, your eyes still waiting for an answer. The door shut behind him, and your eyes remained fixed on it for a minute.

You tucked your lips and turned your head to the clock above the board. A sigh of slight annoyance left your lips when you realised that you didn't check the time when you entered detention because you were too mad to think about how long you were going to stay here. Neither did the teacher mention how long detention would last for you two, unless it was an unspoken rule that you had no idea about. Everything felt frustrating; why were you lost about this stuff? You were starting to doubt how easily you were going to adapt yourself in this new environment compared to the people in your year who had an year to get used to it. - "So, Lee Y/N from 'S' Class (another pun), which is my class, why are you still not in detention?", one of the teachers that was apparently your homeroom teacher questioned.

You were standing there awkwardly, slowly smiling awkwardly, and trying to find a way to explain it. "Well, Mr. Ahn didn't tell us how long detention would last…" You paused for a moment and continued, "I'm new here, and I thought that if Lee Minho left, then that would mean detention was over." You bowed at her, nervous about her reaction.

"Alright, I'll let it pass this time. You're new here, and his leaving did confuse you. I would have preferred you to have asked Mr. Ahn before leaving; he tends to be forgetful and wants to quickly send students to detention to continue his lessons…", Ms. Kang slowly nodded and rambled on.

"But anyways, you said you needed help with taking your notes from the classes you missed during detention, right?"

"Yes, that's right. I haven't gotten the chance to make any friends in my class", you explained quickly, hoping Ms. Kang would find a solution and just let you go home.

"Oh, I have just the right student for you to give you the notes! He's the class president, Kim Seungmin. Here, this is his phone number, and you can text him to send you the notes", Ms. Kang showed you the number on her phone screen, and you added that number as 'Kim Seungmin'.

You once again bowed to her and gave her a sweet smile. "Thank you so much, Ms. Kang! And I apologise for the mess."

"No worries, but I expect you tomorrow to do better, Lee Y/N. See you tomorrow."

You watched as your homeroom teacher walked away, going to the teacher's room to grab her stuff. You sighed, tilting your head on the sides to crack it, and made your way home. - When you arrived home, you sat at your desk and went on your phone. You tapped on the contact named 'Kim Seungmin' and stared at the empty conversation. You were hesitating to text anything, but you knew that you really needed those notes. With a slight nervousness, you texted Seungmin. To your luck, he was quick to reply and send the notes to you. Thanking him, you went to write the notes and study them.

You wondered what would happen tomorrow. After all, Ms. Kang hoped that you wouldn't get into another trouble like today.

[lxverss]

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

ಇ. perv roommate thoughts (lee felix x fem!reader)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: nsfw (minors dni), perverted lix, panty thief lix, virgin!reader, etc.

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𝐰𝐜: 2.5k

ಇ. irresistible charm (hyunjin x fem!reader)

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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, established relationship, non-idol au, female masturbation, reader fantasizes about hyunjin, orgasm denial, dirty talk, pussy slapping, oral sex (f. recieving), heavy making out, etc.

𝐰𝐜: 1k

ಇ. more than lust (hyunjin x fem!reader)

𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: hyunjin was falling in love with you, his friends ex but also his fuckbuddy. He knew he shouldn't, but the more he tried to resist the more he gave in. Until he couldn't take it anymore and blabbered his feelings to you after having sex one night, thinking you were asleep.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, fwb, non-idol au, ass grabbing/smacking, swearing, reader calls hyunjin daddy, use of pet names, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), I think that's all but lmk if I missed anything!

𝐰𝐜: 1.4k

ಇ. the morning after (bang chan x fem!reader)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: suggestive, fluff, established relationship, softdom! Chan, marking, heavy making out

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ಇ. risky ! (lee know x fem!reader)

𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: somehow you end up in a situation where you're getting fucked dumb in a janitors closet by the person you absolutely despise.

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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit smut (mdni), college au, enemies to lovers trope, semi public sex, choking, unprotected vaginal sex, bondage, gagging, scratching, marking, biting, breast play, breeding, meandom!minho, semi hate sex, dry humping, semi clothed sex, Minho calls reader a whore at one point, yeah just vv nasty.

ಇ. disruption ! (hyunjin x fem!reader)

𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: being needy for your boyfriend but he just won't listen! what better way to change his mind than to tempt him with your addicting body?

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[kpop-with-mars]

I Don't Cry Lee Minho x Male reader

{this fic will also be posted on AO3 if anyone would prefer to read on their}

{he's always been teasing you, not for anything specific but over time you two just started to hate eachother, but you don't even know how it started so why did he suddenly separate himself from you?,then that day when minho thought he saw the last of you...}

Genre's ↓

tags{enemies to lovers, one shot (PT 2 if requested), Angst, fluff in the end, high school AU, swearing,}

word count{1,3k+}

☢Warnings!☢

{if something in this triggers you or makes you uncomfortable please dont read and find something else, I've never written any sort of Angsty fic so this might be cringe but I'll try my best, gets intense VERY quickly, bullying?, homophobia, coming out, I don't own any gifs/images that might be used in this, and terribly sorry if the time line is weird, I also know nothing about high school due to a condition called ✨controlling parents that home school their kids✨}

Alright that's it please enjoy! <3

"Why the hell are you here?!" Minho spat, "oh what your gonna throw a fit cause were in the same class, fucking baby" Y/N and Minho have been like this for a while now, whenever they were seen in the same room the other students whould take bets to see who would win and who would storm out, the two of them used to be like platonic soul mates and then something happened that separated them.

"Not again, this is the third time this week and its only tuesday" jisung Minho and y/n's friend stated. "guys come on let's keep the peace until next week at least" Felix slightly shouted trying to keep them away from eachother

"Piss off" Minho shouted back, "don't you talk to Felix like that, he's not the one being an asshole" y/n said putting a hand on felixs shoulder in an attempt to push Felix behind him. Bang chan stood up and quickly made his way to Minho placing his hands on minho's shoulders, things were getting a bit too heated "woah there Minho its okay, just be the bigger person" bang chan tried to comfort.

But Minho just about had enough of it, pushing through bang chan he grabbed y/n and pinned him down to the desk by the collar of his shirt, "I have dealt with you for 2 fucking years and you still can't learn your lesson, i seriously thought you understand by now" "understand what, that all you do is whin-" y/n got cut off,

"THAT I NEVER NEEDED YOU, EVEN WHEN I WAS YOUR 'FRIEND'"

Silence,

just silence filled the room as minho realised what he had done, he doesn't think he meant to but did he? Its true that minho really didn't like y/n, but he did love him, so much more then he could say and do, but one day he just distanced himself from minho until he barely saw him, why? WHY!? Minho wanted to scream he never thought of losing y/n but yet he has and it felt like there was no chance to go back to the time when they were friends who would always spend any of there free time with eachother, cry inside eachothers sweaters when they were at their absolute worst while they held hands and exchanged words of comfort and love, the kind of friend minho would always look for if he was lost and would die trying to find him, but it was to late he couldn't find him, he lost him for so long he forget how sweet his voice was, how he always knew how to make minho feel like he was the most loved person in the universe.

Y/n's eyes filled with giant tears, he thought minho just didn't like him but he never knew he would go this far. Y/n gets himself out from minho's grasp and hurries out the door after giving minho one last glance that would haunt minho for what felt like years.

minho hadn't seen y/n, he would catch quick glances coming from the guys and think about how he could have prevented this,

Y/n was more then heartbroken after what minho said and the fact that he actually said that to him, it was a new thing for minho to hurt y/n even though from time to time he would get called slurs, but something about what minho said left a giant hole in him.

he was so beyond hurt,

and he still thinks Minho is acting like he didn't say anything on that day before they hated eachother, when really minho didn't know what he said that hurt y/n so bad that he tried to suppress he feelings for minho by putting a wall between himself and minho.

|2 years earlier|

It was after summer, the both of them were really excited to see eachother again even though they've been talking online and thorough text, and to welcome the students back the school decided to throw a sort of 'welcome back to hell' prom.

as y/n starts getting ready for the party he hears the sound of minho coming up the stairs, "y/n are you ready yet?, I wanna get there early so we can meet up with the guys" he whines knocking on the door, "oh my god yes already" y/n says in a laughing manner, minho opens the door to see how he looked, and he's dazed the suit y/n was wearing isn't super expensive or fancy like that, it was simple but just the little touches y/n added to it made him look almost like a god to minho, his ears start turning red as he looks at y/n and he wonders how he managed to get someone like y/n.

"come on minho-ah lets go!, Didn't you wanna get there early" he giggles as he takes minho's hand and drags him down stairs, "wait!, I have something for you two!" Y/n's mom rushes over to y/n and minho, she gives them matching corsage's in both of there favorite colors "can't be prom without matching corsage's" y/n's mom beams looking proud of y/n and minho, "thank's mom!" Y/n responds heading for the door "hold on!, I need to take a photo" y/n's dad chimes in with a Polaroid camera, minho puts his arm around y/n's shoulders y/n doing the same for minho.

The two of them wave to y/n's parents, as they get into the car minho pulls something out of his pocket "what's that?" Y/n questions, "gimme your hand" y/n puts his hand out for minho to see, he puts a ring on y/n's finger that he had got it made for him during the summer, "can you put mine on now?" Minho exclaims holding his hand out, y/n slips the ring on minho's finger the two of them looking at their rings, y/n's ring had minho's signature on it and minho's had y/n's on his "is this a marriage proposal?" "that depends do you want it to be?" The both of them laughed.

The two of them make their way to the entrance, the other 7 sitting at a table in the corner chatting when they notice y/n and minho, "aww look those two" jeongin the youngest of them points at y/n and minho holding hands wearing their matching rings and corsage's, "they look like a married couple" hyunjin adds, y/n and minho try to go to the others until minho's phone starts vibrating minho taking it out of his pocket to see who it is "hey I'll be back in a minute i gotta take this" minho says walking away from y/n,

Minho has been getting calls alot for the past few months from his parents at times when they were together, y/n followed minho to the bathroom and went in the stall next to the one he's in y/n was just curious about why his parents calling him alot lately,

"hello" minho muttered clearly upset

"you're coming home now" minho's mom shouted through the phone

"But im trying to have fun and you were the one that told me to go"

"your behavior has been so disrespectful and so rebellious lately, and im starting to think its because of him, isn't it"

"I don't know what you're talking about"

"you two are getting way too close and I don't want you to start going out with y/n"

"WELL IM NOT OKAY, I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I WHOULD HANG OUT WITH SOMEONE LIKE HIM, I JUST NEED TO DISTANCE MYSELF FROM THAT THING, I FEEL SO DISGUSTED BY HIM SO I'LL STOP NOW"

y/n froze he didn't even come out to him yet, but he can already see minho calling him terrible things and laughing at him, y/n didn't even know who minho was anymore, could he still trust him?, Can he just forget about minho and his friends?, All of those feelings y/n hid so deep inside him that they just keep getting stronger and stronger everytime he looks at minho?.

Y/n ran out of the bathroom a crying mess, leaving minho to end the call and realize that y/n heard everything he had just said.

|End of flash back|

It's been a few months since the fight, after everyone left for school he decided to vist for y/n since he hasn't seen him in almost a year.

minho knocks on the door to y/n's, house his mom answering it "minho I haven't seen you in while is everything okay" "can I see y/n, please? its really important" minho responed, y/n's mom let him in and he went straight up to y/n's room, he knocked lightly on the door before coming in, and when he did he saw him on the floor with his head against his bed crying,

Minho couldn't handle it any more, he rushed over to y/n and collapsed next to him about to cry as well, "tell me,.. Tell everything that's hurting you, please" minho begged him holding on tightly to y/n's hands "you won't understand" "then try to make me understand," minho said looking at y/n and making eye contact,

"I'm gay"

Minho went silent in response to y/n's words and Hesitated "see I knew you wouldn't understa-" y/n was cut off once again,

but this time by minho pressing his lips on y/n's, minho pulled away there faces still close, "im bi" he responded minho's eyes still glued to his lips, y/n backed away from minho's face tears still forming in his eyes "then why did you say all of that about me?, at prom" he sobbed debating in his head if minho lied about what he said or if he really was disgusted by him and wanted to humiliate him even more,

Minho hold his face caressing y/n's cheeks "I lied about everything I said on that phone call, I didn't want my parents to throw me out just like that, I thought lying about my feelings toward you was the right to do in the moment to hide it" he quickly responded crying with the boy who him better then he knew himself, y/n embraced him tightly crying in his chest minho hugging him back, the two of them staying like that for a while calming eachother down like they did before the fall of their friendship,

"wow,i feel like shit." Said minho wiping his eyes with tissues after their little moment "you look like it, too." Y/n teased before minho lightly bumped shoulders with him

"Besides I thought strong guys like you didn't cry" he joked

"I Dont cry" minho remarked tackling y/n to the bed littering his face with kisses.

I hope you enjoyed this thanks for reading! <3

[thewonandonly]

save your tears — lee minho

bully!minho (stray kids) x afab!reader

genre ;; angst, fluff

word count ;; 13,375 words

warnings ;; high school!au, friends-to-enemies-to-lovers!au, cliché themes, strong language, slice of life(?), mentions of bullying (physical and emotional), ooc!chaeryeong, chaeryeong has a bit of ocd, anxiety mention, depersonalization, anaphylactic shock mention (fish), kick to the jaw (assault), reader has both parents, mother mention, principal/headmaster visit, tense family relationship.

playlist: spotify

Lee Minho. He’s the most popular boy in school: he’s as smart as a whip, as funny as a bumblebee and handsome as if Aphrodite sculpted him from clay herself. Minho had friends all over the school, in different grades and status. The teachers loved him, his peers loved him. Except one — except you. Minho and you have been in the same class since before you two could walk. Once upon a time, you used to be best friends, living in the same neighborhood and playing in the dirt while you chased him with a worm you plucked out. But his interests didn't align with your own anymore and you both drifted apart.

The geeky kid who used to wear thick framed glasses and was deathly afraid of worms and other insects didn't exist anymore. He switched to contacts, around middle school. and he could hold a ladybug, no problem, even chasing the other girls in the class with them. You still remember seeing that sight and feeling left out by him.

By the time the two of you were in high school, the wavelength was completely off — Minho hung out with a big, popular circle, the crowd everyone wanted to be apart of. and you hung out by yourself. With two or three of your friends you made in middle school. You missed him being your right-hand man and vice versa. But, what you missed even more than having him around, was him treating you like any normal person. When he saw you in the hallway, he’d either do three things: 1) he’d stare you down with the blandest look on his face until you got uncomfortable and stared down at your feet, this usually happens if he’s too far away to do anything physical. 2) he’d give you a flat tire, and watch you stumble at the pressure on the back of your shoe. This normally happens when there’s a lot of people around. He’d always give a half-assed smile and apology that you knew wasn’t real. 3) If it was just him and his friends in the hallway, he’d trip you, especially if you have books or you're looking down at your phone. It was something that always made him and a select few of his friends burst out laugh. Because of the stone glossed floor, you’d often get a friction burn, leaving you to return to the nurse’s office characteristically for the sixth time that week. How’d this happen, the male nurse would ask you as he applied anti-inflammatory cream to the burn, and there was always a voice in the back of your head, whispering, he’s only doing this to make his friend’s laugh. And, you believed it. And you’d come up with a totally unbelievable lie, such as “I tripped over my shoelace.” When the white shoelaces were completely clean, or “I tripped over air.” When clumsiness wasn’t something you were plagued with. And the nurse believed you.

You’d find yourself making up pathetic excuses for Minho, when you knew those weren’t the case. Minho would purposefully turn up the heat on your Bunsen burner, so the chemical goes spilling over, or he’s adding an extra five minutes to your egg timer in Home Ec, so the eggs burn. Or, he distracts the teacher to steal your scantron and throw your answers in the trash for a math test. You’d tell yourself, “I accidentally hit the valve,” or, “I accidentally turned up the timer,” or, “It must’ve slipped out.” You’d even relayed those excuses onto your teachers. Something inside you told you that if you keep making these excuses, maybe Minho would return to your side, he’d see how loyal you were and he’d be your best friend again.

The Winter Ball was approaching, and fast. On December 31, the ball would extend past midnight to New Years Day. It was a popular event at your school, one that your classmates prepared months before the day actually came. Girls would reserve their dresses, testing out different foundation and setting powder or spray for the longest wear time, that they could wear from 5:30pm to midnight. Boys reserved their tuxedos and made plans for transportation long before. Couples already decided the matching colors and the corsage and boutonniere to match one another, to recognize one another in a crowd. Single folks often attended, some even finding a date halfway through the night to share a New Year’s kiss. Couples were on the ballots for Winter Court, the equivalent of Prom Queen and Prom King, as well as a write-in area, where you can write in your friends name as a joke. You were excited, you already had a wonderful dress reserved just at the last minute, and your new driver’s license would come in handy at such a time.

Standing in the hallway, you pinned up a Winter Ball poster, smiling at it softly. Being in charge of Winter Ball preparations and advertisement definitely had it’s perks. Sitting on the collapsable chair, you placed out the clipboards with the ballots along them. Submitting your ballots was always encouraged, but they were still able to do it at the ball whenever they wanted, so long as it wasn’t past midnight.

You nodded, standing from the metal chair, “I thought doing something other than adding fake snow everywhere would be better for everyone.” You chuckled softly.

Chaeryeong was your friend that you met in middle school. You both bonded over how much you despised your math teacher that year, and instantly became friends. She was bubbly, and damn near perfect. It was amazing how she decided to go to Winter Ball alone despite all the others asking her out. If you recall, her response was, “I want to enjoy my night with my friend.” Before she connected her arm with yours and walked you both off to the gym where you, her and six others helped to raise the giant christmas tree you got.

Chaeryeong was your friend that you met in middle school. You both bonded over how much you despised your math teacher that year, and instantly became friends. She was bubbly, and damn near perfect. It was amazing how she decided to go to Winter Ball alone despite all the others asking her out. If you recall, her response was, “I want to enjoy my night with my friend.” Before she connected her arm with yours and walked you both off to the gym where you, her and six others helped to raise the giant christmas tree you got.

“Need any help?” She grabbed a pen and began to scribble down a coiled mark next to a couple’s name, “I can flag people down here.” Placing the pen back in the holder, she folded the page and passed it to you.

“If you’d like to help, that would be appreciated.” You smiled, dropping the ballot into the giant red box beside your seat. “Heaven knows I need it.”

“I got you!” She wrapped her hands around her bags strap and dashed down the hallway, yelling something along the lines of, “Submit your ballots for Winter Ball by the North Entrance.”

Smiling softly, you silently wondered how she didn’t bite her tongue while running. Sitting back down on the seat, you greeted all who submitted a ballot, noticing some even voting for or writing in themself. And when they’d pass you the ballot to drop in the box, you’d pass them a candy cane, bidding them a good day, seeing them smile as they began to suck on it.

You sat there for the remainder of the morning, packing everything back up and hurrying to class once the warning bell rang. You pushed open the door and sat in the classroom for the next three hours, absorbing the information like a sponge.

Lunch arrived quickly. The hallway filled with students, many walking one way or the other.

“Chaeryeong!” You waved to your friend, who stopped in front of you with a bag thrown over her shoulder, “Ready for lunch?”

She nodded, “Yup.” Chaeryeong wrapped her arm with yours, “I hope we get there before the rush.”

“Me too. I really want some of that salad.” You rubbed your stomach, opening the cafeteria doors for your friend and yourself. There was a strong tension in the air — as there was every lunch. The “battlefield” was split in two: Popular folks on one end and the regular folks on the other.

Chaeryeong guided you over to a table by the doors, “What would you define as a popular person?” She mumbled, setting her bag on the table.

You sat there for a moment, digging through your bag to find your wallet, “Someone who's well known. Reputation doesn't matter. Bad publicity is still publicity.” The response was one you thought of a lot. “Although, I don't understand why someone would want to be popular in school. All of that falls away after graduation.” You shrugged, pulling the wallet out, “Found it.” You nodded to Chaeryeong and walked towards the line for lunch.

The doors opened beside your bag and Minho strolled in — Changbin, and Jisung in tow. It was like time stopped inside of the cafeteria while time continued to tick on the outside.

“Here comes those bastards.” Chaeryeong whispered, leaning against the wall as she picked at the chipped nail polish on her fingernails.

Nodding stiffly, you watched them as they walked across the room and sat at the table they regularly sat at. Minho sat beside Irene, his girlfriend for four months — who also happened to be one of your best friends in the past — and kissed her cheek, a goofy smile crossing his lips. And you couldn't help the small smile that stretched your lips once you saw his silly one, looking away.

Chaeryeong looked at you, “Are you okay? What are you smiling at?”

Really, there wasn't anything wrong with wanting your ex-best friend to be happy after your crazy adventures come to a stop, and you wanted to say so, but all that got past your lips was “Thought of something funny.” Chaeryeong and you grabbed your lunches, much to your dismay, the salads were all gone, so you grabbed something small — a chicken burger. When the lunch lady rang you up, and you both paid, you returned to your table, sitting down.

On what, you asked yourself. Standing up, you noticed the entire back of your skirt covered in chocolate, a crushed brownie on the seat. You went red in the cheeks, dizzy in the head.

“What? What’s wrong?” Chaeryeong leaned across and looked at the seat, gasping, “They put an entire lava cake brownie on your seat!”

You quaked, “Chaeryeong, do you have a coat I can borrow?” Your teeth were clenched.

As much as you made excuses for your former friend, it was nerve wracking for it to happen so often.

Chaeryeong pulled out a blue sweater, and you quickly tied it around your waist, “I’ll be back.” You mumbled and walked out of the cafeteria, your eyes glancing back at Minho across the room, watching everything happening.

You gave him a blunt smile, and stalked your way to the office. Pushing open the door, you shyly asked for a new skirt to replace the one you had on.

The receptionist was always kind, and she pulled out a replacement skirt, “What happened to the one you’re wearing now?” She asked sweetly.

No more excuses, you thought to yourself, It's time to stand up for yourself, clearing your throat, you shrugged, “Lee Minho. He’s been tormenting me for years.”

“Is that so? Lee Minho is always so sweet. It couldn't be him.” The receptionist shrugged as she typed away on the computer, “Are you sure it isn't someone else? You know, boys are mean to girls they like. It couldn't be Lee Minho, do you have any proof?”

You stood there, gaping: Proof? Other than the last four years of my life? Opening your wallet in a huff, you grumbled out a “how much is it?” Only for the receptionist to pass a receipt across the counter and advise you to visit the bookkeeper — who was all the way on the other side of campus.

Holding in a groan until you exit the office, you go to the restroom and quickly change your skirt, wincing at the brownie staining the fabric of your other. You take a look in the mirror, wetting a paper towel and clean off as much as you can of the brownie on the back of your thighs.

You took a moment to look yourself in the mirror. As much as you loved Minho, he was like a brother to you, this was a breach of your brother-from-another-mother, sister-from-another-mister contract. Sure, brothers prank their sisters, but was it really this bad? Wasn't this just hatred? You felt your eyes water as you looked at yourself deeper. There was cinched hair from the time Minho turned on the Bunsen burner without you knowing — that was a dark day. Emotional turmoil from all the teacher visits and calls, meaning your mother would corner you and ask why your grades were so bad. Your legs were bruised and tattered to how often you were tripped. You had stitches on your chin from the one time you busted said chin from being tripped. No one except Chaeryeong visited.

By the time you finished examining yourself in the mirror, you hated yourself too. The girl you knew would've been brave and told Minho what she actually thought, what she actually wanted to say. But, you’ve curled back into a shell, one you didn't know you had. Irene had left Chaeryeong and you, who’s to say Chaeryeong wouldn't leave you either?

Folding the skirt with a sniff and throwing the jacket over your arm, you headed towards the bookkeeper, paying the 15 dollars for the skirt and back to the cafeteria. There was a whisper among the air and you felt out of place.

Chaeryeong squatted on the ground, wiping the seat off with a napkin, “Welcome back.” She smiled.

“Hi.” You nodded, “I’ll wash this for you.” You lifted the coat, swinging it.

“Alright.” She hummed, “How much was the skirt?”

“15 dollars.” You sat on the seat beside the chocolate violated seat, digging in your backpack to pull out a piece of paper.

“That makes it one… hundred and 3 dollars, 65 cents.” She nodded.

Normally, keeping track of your expenses wasn't something you did — you didn't take money as seriously as you should — but the list you had was all from that month. With how often these pranks frequent, you decided to keep track of all the expenses that you spend and lose, considering you get paid once every two weeks. And when you and Minho get close again, you’d hang this debt over his head for however long it takes him to pay it off, either through payment or deeds.

“Do you know how much it would be as a total?” You tapped the pen against your chin.

Chaeryeong looked up, thinking for a moment. You could see the gears grind in her head as she calculated the difference, “In the last four years, five hundred 36 dollars and 12 cents.”

You clicked your tongue and scribbled the total. “He’s going over the average this month.” You clicked the pen closed and put the paper back into it’s safe space. “Ah, I don't even want to eat now. Who knows what they did while I was away?”

“They didn't do anything. You should eat.” She threw away the napkin, grabbed another and applied water to scrub it, “It's not like I’d let them do anything anyhow.”

“Thank you.” You ignored the feeling in your gut and pulled your tray towards yourself and began to eat the burger, a mouthful of seafood filling your nose. You spit the food out, and gaped, “There's fish in this.”

“Huh?”

“There's fish in my burger. My chicken burger.” You wiped your hands on your own napkin, “I thought you said they didn't do anything to my food.”

“They didn't.”

“How long have you been cleaning?” You looked at her, “Did you leave at all?” You questioned Chaeryeong, who sat on her knees as she began to scritch at the brownie in the crevices of the seat.

“Well,” she began, “Ever since you left the seat, I started cleaning it. And I only left to get napkins. But it's right there!” She defended herself, pointing at the despenser. “I didn't see them at all!”

“Chaeryeong.” You groaned, “Did you turn away from the table at any point?”

“Some of the napkins got stuck so I turned around for a second but I turned right back!”

You curled your fingers into your hair, pushing the meal away, “Great. Now my lunch is ruined, I lost 18 dollars today.” You grabbed the slip of paper again, scribbling down the added 3 dollars.

Chaeryeong looked down, “I’m sorry. I really tried to watch it.”

You turned towards her, shaking your head, “No. It's not your fault. If they just acted like decent people, this wouldn't have happened.” You patted her head, “I know how you get with cleaning.” You smiled at her, “I think the school should start paying you instead of the janitor.”

“They should, shouldn't they?”

The long, and very traumatic, lunch ended and you grabbed your bag, “Come on. Let's go to class.” You gripped the tray and threw the trash away. Your hands felt numb, so you buried them under your shirt, tugging at your collar, “It's hot.”

“Are you kidding? It's 32 degrees out.” She shivered, “How are you hot?” Chaeryeong looked over at you, “Hey, Y/N, you’re sweating like crazy. Are you okay?”

“Fine.” You wheezed, “I feel fine.”

Chaeryeong stood there for a second, before her face dropped, “Oh, shit.” She whispered.

It felt like air was becoming scarce. Like you have to be careful with every breath you take. You had cottonmouth, and it was hard to swallow. You felt dizzy.

“Shit!” Chaeryeong dragged you along to the nurse’s office, “Are you okay, Y/N? Do you have your EpiPen?”

You nodded, “In my bag.” You talked past your swelling tongue as she brought you into the nurse’s office.

“Why didn't you say she was allergic to seafood!” A voice whispered to Minho.

He looked at the two anxiously, “I didn't know!” He mumbled, “She didn't have that when we were kids.” He turned to Irene, “You should’ve told me.”

“I thought you knew!” She defended, “Why do you even bother bullying her anymore? It's no fun.” Irene grumbled, burying her face into the scarf.

Jisung’s hand clenched his hair, the beanie on his head flying up, “Oh, god. She’s gonna die and we’re gonna be murderers! She’s gonna die.”

“She’s not gonna die. You're so overdramatic.” Changbin mumbled, “They’re heading to the nurse's office now. They should be able to give her the EpiPen.”

“Let's just go.” Irene began to walk off, Changbin and Jisung following, Minho trailing on after a gaze at the two entering the office.

After the uncomfortable few moments where you couldn't breathe, talk or think, the swelling of your tongue was going down, your airways began to return to normal and the sweat disappeared. You laid on the bed in the nurse's office, staring at the ceiling.

Chaeryeong sat on a chair, looking at you, “I’m sorry.” She whispered.

“Not your fault.” You chuckled, “It's good to go into anaphylactic shock every once in a while. You know, for my immune system?”

Chaeryeong gave you a look, “This isn't time to be joking! Imagine what would've happened if you didn't have your EpiPen on you!”

“I always have my EpiPen on me.” You rolled your eyes, rolling onto your side, “You should get to class. I’ll be there soon.” You nodded at her.

“Are you sure?” She asked warily.

“Yes. Go.” You nodded.

Chaeryeong grabbed her bag at her side and zipped up her coat, “I’ll see you at Winter Ball prep.”

“Bye.” You waved, and returned to lay on your back.

Had it really been so long that Minho forgot about my seafood allergy, you questioned, It's only been 4 years.

The door was pushed open, and you lifted your head to glance at whoever walked inside.

But, when you speak of the devil, he shall appear. And the devil oddly looked like Minho. He nodded to the nurse and even held his stomach in faux pain, walking stiffly over to the bed next to you.

The nurse left the room not a second later. And Minho, who not even laid down an entire two seconds ago, sat up and walked around to your bed, sitting on the edge.

You had a certain anxiety boil in your chest as soon as he entered the room, and there was a settling tension that could easily be cut with a knife. You were sure something was coming, yet you weren't sure what.

“How ya feeling?” He asked softly, as if he wasn't the cause for the anaphylactic shock you experienced, probably the worst one of your life.

It came crashing over you like a wave: the anger, the frustration and the second pair of eyes you had on your back. Why you? Why were you his sole target? Why was he like this in the first place? What happened to him that made him a cruel, even bully?

Minho dedicated his four years of high school to making your life a living hell. What he didn't expect was you to retaliate. And he definitely didn't expect you to kick his ass.

After such a dumb and idiotic prank he pulled, you were in the nurse’s office, resting on the bed, and you knew, before Minho could even get comfortable and apologize for the torment he inflicted upon you, you met your foot to his face, sending him to the ground. The anxiety and panic you were plagued with seemed to leave your body the second you saw him.

You glared down at him, your eyes sharped and curled with your fists, “You messed with the wrong person, dickhead.” It slipped past your lips like velvet, and you didn't even recognize your own voice.

Minho rubbed his cheek where your foot met, and looked up at you, “What are you gonna do?”

“I don't know yet. But all I know is that I was made for this.” You leaned forward, your eyebrows creasing, “When i speak about everything you've done, you should know my words are true. The school, no — the world — will know of what you’ve done.”

Minho’s eyes narrowed, and he stood up. He was a bit taller than you, but you could still look him in the eyes, “You think just because one person says something they’ll believe it?”

“It's not one person. It's two — three if i can convince Irene.” You crossed your arms, “You aren't the only one who’s sly, Minho.”

Minho chuckled softly, his tongue prodding at his cheek, “Clearly.”

You noticed his cheek swelling as he ran his hand over it, “You’ve bullied me for the last time, Lee Minho.” The declaration was bold, strong and Minho clearly stood there, shook to his core.

You’ve always been one to avoid conflict, Minho noted, but this was an entirely new Y/N, one he has never seen. It confused him, on how the same girl at the beginning of their high school career who easily calmed down two boys before they threw fists at one another could have kicked him in the jaw just a second ago.

With your fists curled and Minho holding his swollen cheek, the sight before anyone could clearly show the relationship you had with the boy across from you.

“What is going on here?” The nurse called, his feet shoulder length apart, clearly upset and examining the situation, “Miss Y/N, did you injure Minho?” He approached and you stepped away, your anger settling as anxiety filled you. You stammered, trying to come up with a proper excuse, but all that could come out was a small “he started it.”

The nurse checked Minho’s cheek, giving the boy an ice pack, looking at you with shifty eyes, “This could get you in serious trouble, Miss Y/N.”

And it did. The nurse sent you to the office, making a call to the secretary, who called your own mother. Sitting in the office, bouncing your leg as you took in a deep breath, already holding back tears. You seriously messed up, you really, really, really, messed up. Being on thin ice with your parents was already dangerous, but when they find out you physically assaulted a boy — Not just any boy, your childhood friend and neighbor — You’d be in bigger trouble than you thought. You’d be dead. You shouldn’t be here in the office after 4 years of torment from Lee Minho, after 4 years of anxiety in your chest when you passed him in the hallway, and 4 years of absolute hatred. Your high school years were destroyed because of one person, the one person who knew all your weaknesses, the one person you trusted to keep those hidden. And yet, no one believed you enough to say whether or not he did destroy your highschool years.

The office door opened and your mother walked in, the lines already settling into her face as she looked over at you, disappointment evident in her eyes. You could feel it radiating off of her. Burying your head in your hands, you sighed, feeling tears well in your eyes.

“Mrs. L/N, thank you for coming.” The receptionist greeted, “Principal Jung will be right with you.” Looking over at you, the receptionist sighed, “This is the second time she’s been in here. She came in blathering about Lee Minho and him taunting her.”

Your mother didn't say anything, and turned to look at you as well.

You shifted uncomfortably in the chair feeling their eyes on you. Please, stop looking, you whined to yourself.

The receptionist continued, “I told her that's not possible. He's such a sweet student and he's so smart.”

Humming, your mother began to sign the visitor list, “Yes, I know. We've been close to the Lee family for years. It's hard to believe an absurd rumor like that.” She smiled stiffly at the receptionist, moving to sit beside you, her legs crossed and arms across her chest, “Get all your excuses out now.”

You looked at your mother, eyes red and your lips almost purple from the previous anaphylactic shock you went through, “Excuses?” You almost glared, “You think I’m lying about this? You think I’m lying?”

“What would Minho gain from taunting you?”

“He’s not just taunting me, Mom. He's tormenting me.” Your voice cracked, your emotions pulling through like sled dogs dragging a musher through the snow, “He has been for 4 years.”

“You didn't answer my question.”

“I don't know what he’d gain. But, whatever it is, he really wants it.” You crossed your arms, the anger bubbling with every second.

“Mrs. L/N, it's a pleasure to see you again. Although, we're here for an entirely different reason rather than a citizenship award.” Principal Jung greeted your mother, giving you a look, “Follow me along to my office.”

Throwing your bag over your shoulder, you followed behind both adults.

The principal's office was right behind the receptionist’s desk, two seats in front of her desk, “Now, let's get into the situation. Miss Y/N here assaulted Mr. Minho when he was visiting the nurse’s office for a stomach cramp.” She used the mouse to click on the computer, going through the emails from the nurse. “There are two sides of every story, and I’d love to hear Miss Y/N’s.”

You took in a deep breath, going over the last 4 years of your educational career: The physical abuse, the emotional torture. Spreading weird rumors about you, tripping you in the hall. Strategically hiding seafood in a chicken burger and causing you to go into the worst anaphylactic shock you’ve experienced. You even pulled out the 10 pages filled with wasted money and the exact cause behind them. Tattered skirt — Minho found a stray string and let you walk until the skirt was much shorter than the requirement in your second year. $15.25. School supplies — Minho and Changbin stole them and dumped them in the upstairs boy's bathroom, not only causing you to lose the Summer final study guide of your first year, but also causing a giant flooding to close off the bathroom, both upstairs and downstairs (due to water damage above a stall). $120, not including the fifty dollars of ink you had to buy to reprint the study guide. And you couldn't forget the unreplaceable earrings you received from Chaeryeong on your birthday that you wore to school, only for Minho to kick a soccer ball a bit too hard right into your face, the earring tearing through your lobe, leaving an unforgiving scar and bloody nose.

In every retelling, you could recall your mother's not so subtle eye roll or scoff. Although she didn't believe it, you could see the principal nod her head as she half-listened.

“Although, this may be true, we have zero tolerance for physical altercations. We have zero evidence that this may be true, but we have evidence that you did assault Minho.”

“What?”

“Due to this, we're going to place you on a two day suspension and your tickets to the Winter Ball be refused at the door. I’m afraid your citizenship award will also be revoked, due to this behavior.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry, Miss Y/N, but you should've thought about this before you hurt one of your fellow classmates.” She typed away on the computer, “Unless you can gather witnesses, these are the terms.”

“Call in Lee Chaeryeong in class 4-C. She can vouch for me!” You looked at the woman across the desk, in disbelief this was happening.

Your mother scoffed, “Chaeryeong is your best friend, who’s to say that she won't cover for you?”

Your brows were frustratedly furrowed together, your anger seeping over, “This is ridiculous.” You sighed.

“If you had been tormented for so many years, why didn't you let someone know sooner?”

“Because my mother clearly doesn't believe me. Who knows what my dad thinks? This school is protecting him, and I, as the victim, get two day suspension and I’m unable to attend the Winter Ball.”

“I think that's all for now.” Your mother stood up, “Thank you for your time, Principal Jung. I apologize for my daughter's negligence.” She bowed deeply, “Let's go, Y/N.” She wandered over to the door and opened it for you.

You grabbed your bag, dragging it in your hand and out the office doors, stomping your way to the passenger door of the car.

You have never felt so… so angry, so disrespected and so abused.

You had every single right to be upset at your mother, at the school, and at Minho. None of this would have happened if the… fucker just told you what his issue was with you.

Every single memory in your mind of him suddenly burnt up in the fictional flame, his face scratched out like a lottery ticket and torn up like a cat using a scratching post. When your mother unlocked the door, you pulled open the passenger door with all your might, you were sure that the door was going to fly off.

She climbed in just after you, setting her purse on the jockey box, “I can't believe you would make up such a rumor like that.” She scolded, “And that fake list.”

“Make up? Rumor?” You had to pull back your voice, “You think I wanted to blow all my money on 16 different skirts in my school years? That I wanted to spend 536 dollars and 12 cents?I don't even get that much on my paycheck, Mom!”

“Cut the bullshit.” Her voice was different than when she was speaking to the Principal and the receptionist. No, she was furious, but her fury could never match yours, “When we get home, you’re going to apologize to the Lee family for what you did.”

“No. I’m not apologizing to him.” You glared, “I’m not. Why should I apologize for finally sticking up for myself? Why should I apologize for going into anaphylactic shock when they're the ones who put seafood in my chicken burger!”

“You are going to.” She turned on the car, pulling out of the parking spot, “Two day suspension. What would your father say?”

“Probably the same thing you did.” You mumbled, staring out the window with your hand against your head, “I should've never said anything.” You whispered more to yourself than anyone, but your mother still heard you, although not paying any mind.

The neighborhood you lived in wasn't as lively as it used to be. It became one that a lot of older people moved into due to the quiet nature and lack of foot traffic. Stray animals often wandered through to find comfort for the evening. Parking in the driveway, before your mother could even turn off the car, you exited the vehicle and entered the house, kicking off your shoes and stomped up to your room. You pushed open the door, throwing your bag onto the floor.

Your window was open, which ironically peered into Minho’s room.

Sitting on your bed, you recalled staying up way past your bedtime with him to communicate through stringed cups and drawings on your notepads. And up until 4 years ago, he used to throw rocks from his succulent planter at your window in the middle of the night if he was having a particular hard time sleeping. But now, you look at the window with anger, disdain. You hated it. You hated him.

Grabbing the string to the blinds, you gave one final look into the room, Minho asleep on his bed (as he got picked up early from school due to the situation) and shut the blinds, that your mother opened for an unknown reason.

Your phone chimed, and you glanced at it, seeing a text from Chaeryeong, asking what the verdict was. Giving a brief synopsis, you opened your laptop, and typed in the social media handle, his social media handle. You had followed him on social media up until this exact moment for the same reason you were unfollowing him: an impossible change of heart. You wanted to keep him on your close friends list in case he had come to the realization that you were a catch, that you were a good friend. But now, you know it wasn't possible.

You and Chaeryeong kept the text thread going up until it was time for her to give up her phone to her parents.

You leaned back in your desk chair, sighing softly.

Two day suspension, you thought, Couldn't be so bad. Sure, it goes on my record, but, it's like a break, isn't it? You nodded to yourself, already enjoying the time to yourself.

Who needs a shitty Winter Ball when I can have my own in my room?

The thoughts you had varied. You were home, alone, for 2 days. You were excited. Then you got upset as your suspension ended the day before the ball, and you already had everything you needed for the evening. Then angry again. And you could have had more time to gather your thoughts and emotions and really understand them, if it wasn't for the tapping on your window.

You jumped when you first heard it. And you even began to wonder if it was raining. Rolling your chair to the window, you opened the blinds.

The person you definitely didn't want to see even if the world was ending sat across from your window, his cheek significantly less swollen and dropped the rocks back into the planter. Grabbing the notepad beside him, he showed it to you.

“What happened? Like you care.” You scoffed to yourself, and grabbed your own to scribble down a straightforward message, tearing off a piece of tape to tape it onto the window.

Minho chuckled, “I hate you, huh? How cliché.”

You closed the blinds again, leaving the paper there before turning back to your laptop.

You’d be receiving work from your teacher's, and you were sure that the work sent would be harder, considering you're going to miss 2 days worth of lessons. 

The world could send what it wanted at you, you were ready to look at the face of it all with unwavering strength. After all, if you learned anything in your mythology class, it's that Icarus laughed as he fell.

You slept in late the next morning, only for your mother to wake you up with the pull of the blinds string. You haven't spoken to her since you were in the car with her, so you just sat up without any repercussions.

Rubbing your eyes with your hand, you caught sight of the paper still taped to the window, chuckling to yourself.

Minho pulled on a sweater, still dressed in his pajamas, holding an ice pack against his cheek and eye with one hand as he scrolled through his phone with the other. You couldn't help but smile to yourself.

You remember that sweater — You had bought it for him in eighth grade. He was upset that everyone was getting something from the aquarium gift shop, so you decided to give it to him, yourself settling for a small plush of a penguin. He loved it when you gave it to him. He didn't take it off for a month.

You could see the imaginary torn, burned and scratched out memory reappear in your mind, and your smile was ripped away from your face.

No, no, you hate him, you shook your head, running your fingers through your hair.

A soft chime.

Minho: You’re staring.

The message was all you needed to stand up and close the blinds, making your way to the bathroom. There were three or four chimes from your phone and you noted to yourself that you’ll check them when you got back, at least one of them should be from Chaeryeong.

Drying your hands off after using the restroom and brushing your teeth, you tapped your phone screen, four obnoxious messages covering your screen, all from Minho.

Minho: Don't close the blinds.

Minho: I hope you know I’m sorry.

Minho: I really don't have an explanation for what I did.

Minho: What if I told you I could get you into the Winter Ball.

Now that sounded interesting.

Y/N: Tell me.

Minho: On one condition, you go with me like nothing happened.

You clicked your tongue, furrowing your brows and locked your phone.

Y/N: I’d rather be dragged through every layer of Dante’s Inferno and rot.

Typing in the password to your laptop, you opened your email, finding over 15 emails from your teachers — why they sent so many assignments, you’d never know.

Although you tried to ignore the devil next door, the text message showed up in the notification bar on your laptop.

Minho: Alright. You don't have to go with me. And you can still hold your grudge for me. You can hang it over my head for however many years.

Clicking the “x” hovering over the message, another one chimed through.

Minho: If you come to the gymnasium at 6:30, I’ll let you in through the back door.

“X”

Minho: You don't deserve to have your Winter Ball torn away from you because Principal Jung didn't believe you.

“X”

Minho: I’m sorry, for what it's worth. I hope we can be friends again.

That’s it, you clicked the message, typing out a long message as follows: “Your apology as it is now means jackshit to me. For the entirety of my high school year, I had to live in fear of you. Nothing can make up for that, except perhaps for the 530 dollars you owe me in expenses. Friendship comes at an expensive price with me, and you threw it away as if it was worthless. If you want me to forgive you, admitting to what you did and taking the proper punishment for it might fit well. Until you grow a pair, do not talk to me, do not text me, and definitely do not throw rocks at my window.”

You were pretty proud with the message, and you turned back to your work, thoughtlessly scribbling down the notes shared with you, and completed the online work assigned.

And when the 15 assignments of the day were finished, you settled down on your bed, your thoughts finally returning to your head. He wants to be friends again, you couldn't ignore the gentle smile crossing your lips, before you shook it off. That ship sailed just yesterday, you reminded yourself. But no matter how many times you shook it off, it kept returning to your face.

He really wants to be friends again.

It repeated in your head, and no matter how many you tried to make it stop, it wouldn't. It stuck to you like glue, and you rolled around onto your bed, burying your idiotic smile into the pillow, glancing at the window.

You waited 4 years for this, for him to finally admit that he wanted to be friends again. And although you were in the position you were in now, you felt like maybe that's what tipped the iceberg. Maybe he caused all these problems just for you to fight back, for you to prove yourself.

“Y/N, dinner's ready.” Your father knocked.

It was the only time he actually spoke to you since yesterday, and it was three words. Standing up from your bed, and headed down the stairs.

I wonder what's for dinner, you thought, Probably steak again. Dad always—

Getting pulled from your thoughts, you noticed three extra pairs of eyes on you: the Lee family.

Cursing to yourself, you rubbed your head, greeting the family, giving Minho a sideways glance.

“I considered since you weren't going to go over, I’d ask them to dinner here.” Your mother sat at the head of the table, your father at the other end. Minho and you were seated next to each other with his parents straight across from you two.

It was nerve wracking. Tension was high and clearly uncomfortable for everyone.

Despite you being dressed in your pajamas — short shorts and a sweater — you did assault the boy beside you, and his parents watched you like a hawk. Every move you made, they analyzed it and watched. Every bite into the food, every breath, or every shiver. You felt imprisoned in your own home.

Your mother set her chopsticks down, turning to look at you, “Don't you have something to say?” She picked up the wine glass, filled with what you assumed was chardonnay, and took a small sip.

You shrugged gently, “Are you going to believe it if I say it?”

“Depends on what you're going to say.”

You sighed, “Alright.” Setting your own chopsticks down, you smiled at the Lee family across from you, “Your son has been tormenting me for 4 years.” Looking at your mother, you pretended to feign innocence, “Is that all?”

“How dare you?” Your mother glared at you.

Minho cleared his throat, “If I may,” He smiled gently, wiping his face with his napkin, “Mrs. L/N, I appreciate the sentiment, but she isn't lying.” He mumbled.

The entire table's mouth gaped — including your mother's, who had a strong sense of pride in him being innocent. You began to pick around your food, eating whatever didn't seem too tough for you.

Minho began to explain, although you weren't really listening. And when he finished, he looked at you with his black and blue eye, almost as if he was asking for your opinion.

You shook your head, going right back to eating your meal.

“I think…” Your father started, “we own you an apology, Y/N.” He mumbled, so desperately upset he had even doubted your word.

Wiping your mouth, you stood up, “It's okay.” And left the table, walking back up the steps to your bedroom.

Minho thought this was his redemption arc, but you wanted the school to see him as he was. A conniving, self centered bully.

Pulling down the sheets to your bed, you shut your blinds and laid down to sleep the next day away.

Downstairs, your mother and father awkwardly excused the table, collecting the plates and seeing the family out. They entered the house doubting every word you said, only to leave doubting everything their own son said.

Their own son. The one they raised to be a perfect gentleman, the one they raised to treat everyone with respect no matter what.

When they arrived to the house next door, they sent the boy up to his room and informed him they’d be up there to talk to him in a moment. Obeying, Minho entered his bedroom, opening the window, only to see your blinds still closed, the reminder taped to your window.

I hate you, it read in your handwriting. And who was he to blame you? Because of what he did, he was facing the consequences. And he didn't realize how much he ruined the relationship you two had, all because he thought he was better than you.

The two of you were on the same level: academically and socially, once upon a time. And he was aware that every family compares the child to their friends, because they never see the real them.

But with his parents, it was the same conversation with everything: “Why can’t you be more like Y/N?” or “Why can't you do this like Y/N can?” They’d ask how you were doing before their own son. You were like their second child. They saw you in all your glory.

And he was sick of being compared to that glory. That's when he began to sneakily throw your test scantrons into the trash, or when he began to spread those disgusting rumors about you. He did all that out of envy. Of anger.

He understood the anger you felt when your parents wrongfully accused you of lying about what was happening. He wanted you to feel how he felt it.

But, with that, you had an award you worked hard for ripped from your grasp, suspension for assault listed on your permanent record, and of course, your Winter Ball stolen from you.

Sitting at his desk while his father scolded him, he noticed his mother taking his electronics: his cell phone and his gaming consoles. She left the laptop, but only after explaining that the only things open to him was school websites and everything was blocked.

They were disappointed in him once again.

He knew it wasn't enough for him to just admit it to his parents. He picked that up during dinner when you so much as gave him a glance. He’d have to do more. A lot more.

And he had just the plan.

The next day, despite your plan to sleep in, you woke up as if it was every other day and got to work on the assignment given by your teachers. It wasn't as bad as the day before, but it was still a lot. You went to bed without dinner that night.

You haven't spoken to Minho, however, you did relay his plan over to Chaeryeong, who agreed to help you. You both tried to come up with a convincing lie for your parents and you decided to say that Chaeryeong wasn't going, which leads to Chaeryeong sending you photos of her working on fake assignments, which makes you question what she's been doing for her having such good photos like those.

And when the Winter Ball D-Day arrived, you returned to school like it was nothing. The hallways were decorated with snowflakes and candy canes, groups chattering about how excited they were, what they were wearing and what they’d be arriving in. Although you were sneaking in, you felt left out. You didn't have anything exciting to converse with them.

“Vote for Winter Court! Last few hours before the box closes until this evening.” A voice called in the hallway, and you peeked down to see Irene waving the flyers around, stopping the passers to ask them to vote if they haven't.

Chaeryeong stopped beside you, “I didn't think I’d see that on the day of.” She held her bag straps, “Must be Winter Ball fever.”

Shrugging, you tightened your own bag straps, “Someone had to take over. I guess she was just the next best thing.”

“How do you like the decorations? I think we did a good job.”

Looking across the ceiling, you nodded, “It looks great.”

“I tried to stick as close to the plans as possible. And, I even volunteered to clean up after the ball ends.” She changed her shoes and followed you in, “Did you tell your parents what we decided on?”

“Yeah, they said it's fine.” You nodded, “They’ve been lenient since Minho fessed up.”

“I can't believe he did that.” Chaeryeong crossed her arms, pulling a face, “He should’ve done it sooner!” She threw her arms in the air, her brows furrowed.

Walking down the hall, Irene stopped you.

“Y/N.”

You jumped back, “Hi, Irene.”

“Oh, I’m so glad you're okay.” She hugged you tightly, smiling softly, “I didn't know how to react when you went into shock like that!”

You chuckled nervously, “Yeah…”

“Everyone's been talking about you!” Her eyes sparkled, “They're all happy someone finally stood up to Minho.”

“Alright. Back away from Y/N.” Chaeryeong had to lead her back to the table, “You can talk to her all you’d like after the Winter Ball.”

“Oh, did you vote, Chaeryeong? They added someone new onto the ballot.” Irene smiled.

“Yes, I did.” She patted the other girls head, “I’ll see you later.” Nodding to you, you both continued down the hallway until you reached the classroom.

“See you after school.” You and Chaeryeong shared your secret handshake before you both walked off to your respective classes.

It was so odd. When you sat down in class, everyone began to whisper, but it wasn't because of your tattered skirt, or the bandage around your head for the torn earlobe, or for your tear stained cheeks.

It was for how courageous you were to stand up to someone so cruel like Minho, how you were so brave.

Looking behind you, the small group of three: Minho, Jisung and Changbin — watched as the group gathered around your desk, as if you weren't invisible anymore. Awkwardly taking your seat, you smiled, the teacher stepping in just in time as you were getting claustrophobic.

And the entire day was like that. A relaxing class, a stressful passing period. Hell, they even gathered around you at lunch, while you ate the turkey sandwich your mother made you. They watched you like a hawk.

“So, are you going to the Winter Ball?” One of them asked.

You responded with a stiff, “No, I got banned.”

And then that gave the group something to chatter about: Banned? For kicking someone in the jaw? Banned? For sticking up for yourself? It looped around, making you question how the word got around school.

You finished your meal while they all questioned the school's moral compass, and you stood up to throw out the trash you collected from your box. And once the final bell rang, you sat back in your seat, cleaning up your desk to finish your studies for the day.

Dismissal from school was so much more odd: Some students decided to hang back in order to get ready, already finding themselves burrowing into the bathroom to stare into the mirror for the next 45 minutes while they patted on makeup and pulled on their dress.

Your two day suspension made you realize something. Teenagers hold physical experiences so much higher than the other kinds. They always think back to parties or dances and hold it up on a pedestal. Meanwhile, they have perfectly fun moments at home, yet they're decreased to nothing but a passing thought. If it wasn't for the 105 dollar collateral you placed on the dress for this evening, you would have to agree with your thoughts, but for now, you’d have to dance the night away like there was no tomorrow.

Chaeryeong stood beside your car, scrolling through her phone screen as she looked around for you. And when she saw you, she waved and smiled.

Unlocking the door, you sat down in the driver's seat with her in the passenger’s seat.

“So, good news.” She smiled, “Someone offered to help us tonight.”

“Who?” You started the car, buckling in your seatbelt.

“Let's just say that they're someone we haven't entirely enjoyed for the last 4 months, and that they just wanna make it up to us.”

You paused, turning to look at Chaeryeong. You would've been surprised at the girl who approached the window, if it would have been on your side, but instead, Irene gave a hearty “boo” through the window, Chaeryeong rolling down the window with narrowed eyes.

Irene pulled a face before she climbed into the backseat, “Hello.”

You smiled at her, “Finally joining the right side of history?”

“It's always good to do a little flip flopping now and then.” She shrugged, setting her bag down on the floor.

Chaeryeong looked at you, “Alright, so what's the plan?”

“You both walk in there like it's just you two, showing your tickets and everything. I’ll park my car at the park behind the school and sneak onto campus through the gate after 20 minutes, at 6:50. I’ll knock on the back door 5 times, and Chaeryeong, you open the door when you think the coast is clear.” Pulling out of the driveway, you drove towards Chaeryeong’s house, “That's pretty much it.”

“It feels like we're in a spy movie!”

Chaeryeong turned to look at the girl in the backseat, “What made you change your mind?”

“Well, I always knew Minho didn't like me around. And he just wanted to hit Y/N where it hurts.” She played with her fingernails, “I’m sorry I left you guys. If I’m being honest, spending time with those three is stressful! They're so dirty.”

You looked in the rearview mirror, smiling at Irene softly, “It's all cool, Irene. Everyone wants a taste of popular life.”

Pulling up to Chaeryeong’s house, the three of you grabbed your things and climbed out of the car. You had your dress thrown over your arm and your backpack hanging off your shoulder.

The scene of entering her home, too excited to greet her family and preparing for the night with gentle music in the background felt exactly like a 80’s movie. Scene-for-scene, Irene getting dressed in the closet as she chattered with Chaeryeong about what type of music she hoped they’d play and if she’d find the perfect person to dance to a slow song with. Chaeryeong pulled on her own dress, dusting a gentle blush on the apples of her cheeks and her nose, looking at you, who was nearly bending over backwards to tie the upper corset of the dress.

“Y/N, come sit down! Let me do your makeup!” She smiled, patting her bed, crossing her legs on the vanity chair.

“I don't know…” You mumble, “Last time you did my makeup for an outing, you made me look like that dragon from Shrek.” You laughed, teasing the girl.

Chaeryeong sputtered, “Fine, I promise I won't make you look like the dragon from Shrek, or any other freaky characters or whatever.” She patted the bed again.

You sat down, anxiously fidgeting with the skirt, going over the plan once more, including collateral damage in case a teacher is suspecting something, before you finally voiced your anxiety, “What if this is all a hoax?”

“What do you mean?” Irene swiped the lip gloss across her lips, popping them twice and cleaning the edge with her finger.

“With Minho.” You mumbled, “What if he tipped off the principal about what I’m doing?”

Chaeryeong shook her head, “We won't let that happen, Y/N.” She lined your lips slowly, “That's what Irene and I are here for.”

Irene settled behind you, gently brushing your hair back with her fingers, “I won't let Principal Jung get close to you.”

Chaeryeong smiled softly, “There. Makeup's all done. Irene’s doing your hair. And we still have 40 minutes left to spare. We can get pictures and everything done then.”

You smiled gently, “Even if I don't get to go in, I’m happy I could have this experience with you two again.”

“Principal Jung’s a jerk for taking away the Winter Ball for you. It's your last year at the school.” Irene mumbled.

Chaeryeong joined in, “And, you helped decorate. The least she could have done was let you go.”

You chuckled, “It was my own lack of judgement. When I saw his face, I wanted to do nothing but punch him.”

Irene pulled her hands away from your hair, smiling, “Picture time!” Before adding the final touch; a white feathered headband, clipping it into your hair.

The three of you all wandered down the steps, Chaeryeong’s parents at the bottom of the stairs, a camera in her dad’s hands and her mother gushing about how wonderful the three of you all looked. Guiding you all along to the area in front of their fire place, Chaeryeong stood in the middle, placing her hand on her hip and nodded to her father.

“Big smiles.” He chuckled, the shutter closing and capturing the photo. You all took a few more, taking joking pictures with one another, serious ones, and even having individual pictures taken of each of you, with one of the others holding you as if they were your date to the dance.

Chaeryeong's mother chuckle, "Okay, you three. You should head out before you waste the dance just taking pictures."

The three of you waddled to the front door, Chaeryeong's mother giving a peck to her head, and rubbing her cheeks, smiling softly.

Irene and yourself headed out to the car, climbing into the front seats.

And when Chaeryeong joined, she climbed into the backseat, "Why do you get shotgun, Irene! You just joined us again."

"Move your feet, lose your seat!" The two bickered back and forth.

You chuckled, turning down the music a bit to listen to their argument. It was like that the entire ride.

"The front seat is about loyalty, Irene! And you decided to not only be friends with Minho, but to date him!" Chaeryeong scolded.

Irene fired back, "He's the one who asked! I went in as a secret spy."

Pulling into the parking lot, you took your regular spot and shut off the car, "Okay, let's go over the plan one more time."

Chaeryeong groaned playful, "At 6:50, we open the back door of the gym to you, and then we party like we've never partied before."

"Yeah." Irene nodded.

You looked between the two, "What are you both going to do if a teacher comes and asks what you're doing?"

"I'll peek my head out and knock three times while you go run off to the girl's locker room and hide away in the shower stalls. And I'll tell the teacher I must've heard something." Chaeryeong responded plainly, already getting annoyed of the rehearsals.

Irene mumbled along.

You sent them a thumb's up, "See, was that so hard?" You laughed, "Alright, get up to the door and turn in your ticket. I'll be at the park behind the school until-"

"6:50 on the dot!" You all blurted out together, Chaeryeong and Irene giving each other an eye roll before they slammed the door and headed to the front doors, turning in their tickets to join the dance.

You pulled out from the spot and drove around the corner to the park, plopping down on a park bench, sifting through your bag. You mindlessly began to reorganize your bag, keeping your phone propped up to show the time.

"20 whole minutes." You sighed to yourself, tapping the items against the table, clicking your tongue.

You could see the gymnasium door just across the way, your eyes catching on the door, hopeful.

God, please let this work, you thought to yourself.

It never stuck with you just how screwed up this whole situation was: You lost a citizenship award you worked so hard for, you planted the trees just outside the baseball field for Arbor Day, for Christ sake. You donated approximately 6 pints of blood for blood drives. You volunteered at the hospital. You volunteered at the dentists. You volunteered at shelters, the same exact shelters Minho picked his three cats for adoption, it so happens. You didn't just lose your citizenship award, no, you lost all dignity in the eyes of your teachers, your supervisors. You felt so wronged because, what? You threw a little kick to the boy who has been taunting you?

You set up the entire Winter Ball. You were the one who introduced it to the council after it was pushed back for something else. You were the one who designed it. You were the one who made the ballots based on the students suggestions. You did this, all of it, aside from physically setting it up. You couldn't take credit from Chaeryeong and the others who worked so hard to make it a reality.

No, it wasn't just you who did all of it. It was plenty of others. It was the students who donated money to help make their dream a reality. It was the students who voted. It was the council for agreeing to it in the first place. It was your parents for getting you all those volunteering hours, it was your parents who gave you direction.

And, God, you didn't want to admit it, but it was also Minho. You could remember his voice as a child, saying, "If we ever have a dance, I'll take you as my date."

Maybe you haven't been completely honest to yourself. To anyone really.

You loved Minho, and maybe the whole reason you let him get away with everything before was because you couldn't blame him; you blamed something else. You blamed his parents for being more obsessed with you than him. You blamed media for telling people that if a boy is mean to you, he like-likes you.

And Minho, in all his bitter rage to his parents, you couldn't blame yourself for loving that smart-as-a-whip, as-funny-as-a-bumblebee and handsome-as-hell, Lee Minho.

The realization almost brought you to tears. But, leaning your head back just as the tears welled, you decided to sacrifice your confession, rather than your makeup.

You grabbed a tissue from your bag, holding the corner to your waterline and used it to soak up the tears in both eyes.

Fanning your face as you looked back at your phone, you realized the time, shoving everything back into your bag and stood up, nearly dashing to the back door of the gym, knocking 5 times.

Chaeryeong opened the door almost immediately, waving you along.

"We did it." She cheered, "We did the plan!" She smiled brightly.

You looked at Chaeryeong as you squeezed through the door, holding your clutch bag in your hand, "Where's Irene?"

Chaeryeong looked over her shoulder, "On the dance floor."

You looked at the girl dancing with someone, smiling to yourself, "She looks happy."

Chaeryeong nodded, "It's so fun in here." She smiled, bouncing on her toes, "Come on! Let's go!"

You followed her to where Irene was, dancing with her.

Minho stood off in the corner of the gym, his hands in his dress pockets.

The disco lights on top of the stage echoed off your vibrance. The white feather headband around your head shined just as bright as your smile. The white dress encasing you so brilliantly, he could almost think you were an angel.

The music echoed off the walls, Heaven by EXO played, Minho's thoughts echoing in the song, silently wishing that you picked up the message that he was telepathically sent you.

All he saw was you in the room, among all the bodies that danced, he was only focused on you.

Minho couldn't help the gentle smile crossing his lips as he saw you dancing with Chaeryeong and Irene, the laugh escaping your lungs at a joke one of the two said. The gentle reminder from his swollen cheek and black eye echoing in his head.

"Dude," Changbin nudged Minho's back with his elbow, "Go talk to her."

Minho shook his head, "She won't talk to me." He mumbled, kicking up an invisible piece of dirt with his shoe.

"Well, we're gonna go dance." Jisung mumbled, "If you wanna join, you know where to find us."

Changbin and Jisung began walking off before Minho stopped them with his hand, "Wait." He started, "You guys got all those ballots in, right?"

"Yes, dude. We put them in all around the school." Jisung shrugged, "Don't worry, Minho. She'll come around."

Minho looked over Jisung's shoulder, glancing at your figure, "Yeah, you're right."

Jisung scoffed, "Of course I am." He shrugged.

The two wandered back to their dates, grabbing their hands and leading them to the dance floor, not very far from where you three were.

Irene greeted the two, smiling softly and talking over the music. And it seems, as aware you've been in the past, that wherever those two were, Minho wasn't far behind. Turning your head over your shoulder, you saw Minho standing at the refreshments table, nodding his head to you.

And by some miracle, you nodded back, turning back to your friends, whispering to Chaeryeong about who knows what, and looked back at him, the well in your eyes clear under the fairy lights and led's.

He wanted you to have fun. And he was sure to let you have it, even if it meant destroying his own evening.

Chaeryeong rubbed your back as you whispered to her, "Hey, Y/N, you'll be okay." She calmed you down, "I understand the anxiety, but I promise you, I won't let anything happen to you here. Not tonight. Not after everything we all went through."

Your chest heaved, "Yeah, you're right." You nodded.

Who were you to let your anxiety settle in your stomach at the sight of your oh-so gracious enemy? That same enemy you've had feelings for ever since he first got scared by that worm you held out to him on a rainy day? That same enemy you've had so many movie nights with?

No, you weren't going to let him get the best of you, not tonight; Especially not when Jisung was dancing like an old grandpa at his granddaughter's wedding.

Minho peeked over his shoulder again as he walked to the entrance of the entire gym, swirling the fruit punch in his hand.

Suddenly, an idea popped in his head. Not one of malice, but rather a way to settle your anxiety a bit. Something that'll get the supervisors out of the way. So, they didn't notice you.

Clicking his tongue, he grabbed a lemon from the refreshments table, something that was used as decoration and immediately squeezed it in his drink. Looking around, he wandered back to his spot by the door, and took a sip.

He pulled a face, smacking his tongue in disgust, "Oh, yeah. That's the real deal." He gagged. Holding up the drink, he looked at the bottom, hoping a seed or nothing got into his drink, just to really hitch off his plan. Wandering over to a supervisor, he gagged again, "Excuse me." He started, and when they turned he began to pull off the lies he's become so good at, "This... This fruit punch, I think the supervisor there spiked it, or something. It tastes off." He shrugged.

The supervisor he told immediately looked at the refreshments table and furrowed his brows, "May I take a sip?"

Minho passed him the clear plastic cup, "All yours. I think I'm good for the night." He held his hands up, straighten his face.

The supervisor took a sip, their brows furrowing, "Oh, that's foul!" They complained, "Thank you for telling me, Minho. I'll get on that immediately." They threw the drink out and called the security over.

Minho walked off, laughing quietly to himself, stuffing his hands back in his pockets.

The supervisor asked the other to follow them out, and just like that, all the other's followed, wanting to see what was going on with the refreshments supervisor.

His eyes were captivated by you, leaning against the table of the unattended refreshments, letting out his own little laugh as Changbin and Jisung were dancing like idiots, his eyes stuck on you.

He couldn't get over how... beautiful you looked. Ethereal, even. Minho was shocked how no one else was looking at you, how no one was as captivated as he was.

And he would've mustered up the courage to walk up to you if it wasn't for the student announcer walking across the stage, clearing their throat and tapping on the microphone to get the attention of the student body.

"Attention all students!" They started, "Congratulations to all of you for joining us at this wonderful ball. None of this would've been accomplished if it wasn't for all your support and ideas. We appreciate it so, so much."

The crowd cheered, Jisung letting out a loud whoop at the thanks.

"This evening, in this envelope, I have the official results for our school wide ballot that will decide our Winter Ball Court for this event." They smiled as another eruption of cheers came out, "Now, please, join me in this wonderful reveal of our court."

Tearing open the envelope, Minho smiled to himself, looking up at you as he hoped you were just as excited for this reveal as he was.

"First, our Winter Ball Princess, is..." The anticipation built.

Jisung and Changbin obnoxiously hyped the crowd with what sounded like barks, and whoops, and cheers.

"Bae Joohyun, also known as, Irene!" The student announcer clapped.

"Oh my god, Irene!" Chaeryeong hugged her friend, a wide smile on her face, "You won Princess!"

"Congratulations, Irene!" You hugged her tightly, "Go up there and get your prize."

Irene smiled brightly, giving Jisung and Changbin and their dates their own hugs, as she walked up the stage, her dress glittering in the light.

"For our Winter Ball Princess this evening, we'll be gifting her not only a crown, but a $200 dollar gift certificate to our proud sponsor, Seoul Queen Spa!" The student announcer held up the certificate, passing it to Irene.

"Woo! Let's go, Irene!" Jisung cheered, clapping loudly, leading the entire crowd to follow.

Irene bowed deeply, giving her thanks.

"How wonderful!" The announcer clapped themselves, "Alright, who is our Winter Ball Prince?" They cleared their throat once again, "Our Winter Ball Prince will be getting a $150 gift certificate to, I'm sure, a school favorite bakery." They smiled, the crowd cheering, "Our Winter Ball Prince, is..." They drummed their hands on the podium, "Seo Changbin!"

"Let's go!" Jisung cheered, giving his friend a giant hug, patting his back with his hand, "Hey, man, get me one of those chocolate muffins at that bakery."

Changbin chuckled, pushing the younger's head playfully, giving a kiss to his date's cheek and walked up to the stage, just as everyone began to cheer loudly, a chorus of his name being chanted. Jokingly, Changbin waved his head, bowing and letting the announcer place the crown on his head.

"Now, for the moment you've all been waiting for. The Winter Ball King and Queen!"

Another cheer, Jisung making obnoxious noises just as it was announced, and Chaeryeong letting out her own cheer.

"Our Winter Ball King and Queen will not only be getting special gifts, our King and Queen will have a special date together, provided by our wonderful supervisors here this evening." The announcer smiled.

"Oh, this is so exciting!" Chaeryeong squealed, "So many weeks of getting people to vote! I wonder who won!"

"I know!" You both held each other's hands in anticipation.

Looking up just a bit, everything almost moving in slow motion, you caught eyes with Minho, feeling your heart pounding in your chest.

You could swear that the glimpse Minho sent to you had a smile across his face, a mischievous glint in his eyes, one with a bruise decorating his orbital. And when you met your unwavering eyes at him, he bit his bottom lip and turned his head away from you.

“And the Winter Ball Royal Court starts with...” the student announcer opened the envelope, a smile crossing their lips as the turned the card to the crowd, “Y/N!" They called.

"Y/N, you won!" Chaeryeong gasped, "Those write in ballots must've been the one's who elected you!"

"Huh, probably." You mumbled.

"Well, go! Go! Get your crown." Chaeryeong almost pushed you to the stairs.

You're eyes widened while looking at Minho, the fear and hyperawareness that this could become a Carrie situation. 

“Come on up, Y/N.” The announcer called, holding a hand out to you, helping you up the steps. The anxiety that settled inside your chest drowned out the applause around you as you scanned the ceiling before you relaxed and accepted the crown to be placed on your head.

The announcer turned to the microphone, smiling, “The final winner for Winter Royal Court is... Lee Minho.” They clapped.

You froze, looking into the crowd as Minho pushed past some students, nodding to them in response to their congratulations. He bent down for the announcer to place the crown on his head, the crowd laughing with him just as he planted himself right beside you, scratching at the black eye, wincing just a bit at the bruising.

Minho looked at you, clearing his throat, “You look nice.” He whispered, fixing his suit.

“As do you.” You mumbled bluntly, taking a small step away from him, “So, how’d you win? We both weren’t on the ballot.”

“Jisung and Changbin dumped some faux write-in ballots in the box.” He nodded to his group of friends, giving a high five to Changbin, “Thought this would be the easiest way to talk to you without you physically assaulting me.”

The announcer smiled, “Now, it’s time for the dance with the winter court! Everyone, grab a partner, and get ready to share the waltz with one another.”

The lights dimmed and the music began. Minho turned to you, settling one hand on your hip, and the other holding your hand. “I hope you know I don’t hate you.” he started, “They were just impractical jokes.”

You could remember vividly when you were imagining this as a kid; On The Snow by EXO would be playing, Minho holding your hand in his, and you both would share a meaningful moment.

And only two of those were true; On The Snow was definitely playing, and Minho was definitely holding your hand.

You furrowed your brows, “Impractical jokes? You gave me food poisoning on one occasion, and the flu on the other.” You glared at him, "I could've died a few days ago."

Minho sighed, "Listen, I'm sorry. Okay? I didn't mean to try to kill you." He sighed, "Isn't that what all boys do to their crush?"

“No.” you growled, “Normally, boys would just give their crush their jacket on a cold day, or flowers when they’re sad. What you did was just... cruel.” You looked away, feeling both embarrassed and upset.

Minho chuckled softly, shaking his head, “You're thinking of chick-flic endings.”

“There's nothing wrong with someone wanting to be treated correctly.” You squeezed his hand until your fingertips turned white, “Who knows? Maybe if you did treat me with an ounce of respect, I could’ve been your date tonight instead of you having to find a way to talk to me and ruin my winter ball.” 

Minho looked at you softly, "Let's start from the beginning."

"What?"

"From the beginning. From that day I told you you'd be my date to something like this."

You looked away, "I can't forget what you did to me."

"I never said you did. I just said we can start from the beginning." He lifted your head with his finger, "You can hang all of those cruel things I did to you over my head."

Your heart thumped in your chest, "You owe me 536 dollars and 12 cents." You mumbled, "And, I get to choose the movies we watch for a month."

Minho smiled, "Deal." Using his fingers to brush an invisible strand of hair from your face, he held your face in your hand for a little bit, "Can I kiss you?"

You looked at him softly, "You haven't had any fish, have you?"

Minho chuckled, "No, I haven't. Not today, at least." He smiled, "Not tonight. I wouldn't have done that to you."

"Then, yes." You whispered.

All three came true, you thought to yourself, feeling your inner-child jumping with joy.

But before he could press his lips against yours, a loud booming voice stopped you both.

"Miss Y/N!"

"Oh, no." You turned to find the principal entering the gymnasium, "Gotta run." You whispered, lifting your dress so you didn't trip over it as you ran down the steps and out the back door, dashing to your car.

The principal and other supervisors stood at the exit and watched as you sat in your car, a giant smile across your face as you watched them right back.

Minho raised his arms in frustration, debating on what exactly to do in this situation.

Changbin chuckled, "Modern day Cinderella."

"But she didn't drop a shoe." Jisung shrugged, leaning against the edge of the stage, before gasping, "But she did leave that!" He pointed before grabbing the discarded item on the ground.

It was the white feathered headband, and Minho nearly snatched it from his hands, looking at the door you ran out.

Chaeryeong and Irene shared a look, before they ran out the door the supervisors returned through.

Chaeryeong paused, "We're really sorry, miss, but what you did was... incredibly wrong to do." She looked at the principal with anger in her eyes, "Sorry, again!"

Minho hurried down the stage and followed the two out the door, "Sorry, miss, but, maybe you should've listened to your number one citizen!" He shouted as he ran behind the two girls, following them to your parked car.

"Minho?!" Chaeryeong shouted behind her, "What are you doing?!"

"I'm not letting her think I don't care again." He chuckled, knocking at the window of your car, motioning for you to roll down the window.

And when you did, Minho popped his head through, kissing you in the lips, the headband forgotten in his hand.

You gasped softly, feeling all that anxiety you had melt away, holding his wrists as he kissed you before he pulled away to breathe.

Minho smiled softly, "I think I love you, Cinderella."

You chuckled softly, "Come over and we can talk more about it." You ran your thumb across his swollen cheek, and his bruised eye, a sad reminder of what the two of you experienced.

Minho laughed, setting the headband just the way it was on your head, "I'll see you then."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Good."

[staycult]

highschool!minho as your boyfriend

pairing — fem!reader x minho

genre — fluffish angst-ish ? bullet scenario but mostly not, enemies to lovers

word count — 2k

happy birthday to our precious cat boy! 🐈

happy birthday lino!

you’re one of the best dancers in your school

competitions arent complete without you

i guess the popularity with dancing got over your head a little bit

to you, you were just proud

but others took it the wrong way, as per usual

“alright we’re going to have a new member in our crew, please give him a warm welcome!” your dance instructor clapped

you wiped off your sweat and sat down on the floor to listen further

“come in, lino!” she urged

the young man came in wearing gray sweats and a plain black shirt with a poker face on

you didnt really care nor felt a bond forming between you two

“hi, lee minho, nice to meet you” he smiled half heartedly

you heard the other girls in the room swoon at the sight of him

you were about to nudge your friend who was obviously squealing when the instructor interrupted

“[y/n]! stand over here, please” she pointed beside minho

so you complied

his scent was manly with a hint of softness

he was taller than you and had a lean body structure

your instructor was eyeing the both of you from head to toe and proceeded to call over another instructor

“see, they would be perfect for it!” she whisper shouted at her fellow instructor, still eyeing the both of us

“i do agree with you but dont you think minho is still new? he just came in” the other replied

“minho if you don’t mind? can i show him your audition video?” she asked

minho gave her a nod while he looked around the place with his arms crossed, while you looked like an idiot just standing there like 🧍🏻‍♀️

“wow! his body is flexible, you made the right choice with these two" the male instructor commended

“right?"

"alright, you two would be assigned to create a new choreography for the up coming dance competition. it should be hip hop styled, music of choice is yours." she instructed

your fellow dancers already went home since it was getting late, so you did too after the discussion

you didnt really talk to minho

you felt like you didnt need to, yet

unless it was about the dance

practices were always held after classes. you and the crew decided to brainstorm possible songs that you guys could dance to. all of the songs they were suggesting was boring and at this point you were frustrated and threw a fit. "god, think!" you sighed at your fellow dancers as you ruffled your hair in anger. "do you have any better ideas?" minho asked, nonchalant. "i evaluate whether or not the songs can be used. do you have any ideas?" you rolled your eyes, copying his tone.

he shook head and let out a light smirk, a rather amused one. he suggested songs and remixes that were actually good, but you can never say that. for the first time, someone actually had the courage to speak back to you during your angry state. it did hurt your ego a bit.

"no, i dont want that, it's ear-bleeding" you lied, just for the sake of your reputation in front of your fellow members. "im not asking for your permission, im showing this to noona," he said getting up from the floor with the computer and walked out to find our older instructor.

whispers and held back laughter was heard in the room while their eyes are focused to either you, or minho's back who just disappeared

being a little brat, you stomped over to minho ( who you found in the hallway, just outside your instructor's office ) "you!" you stormed over until youre close enough. without looking, he let out a sigh, "what?"

"what the hell was that about!" you half-shouted, eyebrows furrowed. "what? did i hurt your ego?" he raised an eyebrow, giving you a smirk. you were taken aback by his choice of words. no body has ever came this close to you. all he did was say the truth, because he really did hurt your ego. you hate being told what to do and you hate getting embarrassed in front of people.

your face turned red, "you know what? fuck you" you turned around and left. leaving him with this annoying smug look on his pretty face.

it became a routine

to argue with him during practice

you guys were partners in the said dance

being close with his body gives you the chance to take revenge

by making yourself heavy every time he has to carry you

but you learned that he's not the one to hold back

by letting go of you, causing you to fall off ass first

after a month straight of practice, it went like that

safe to say you hated each other's guts

he hated your bratty and egotistic attitude, and you hated him for pointing it out in front of every one

there's 3 more days until the performance

and somehow, nervousness was getting ahead of you.

"one last practice for today! let me see what you guys got." your instructor said as you guys were positioning yourselves in place. during the dance, you knew you made so many mistakes but you were still hoping it would go unnoticed. making the ending pose, every one clapped as well as the instructor.

"over all, it's a winning dance for me!" every one cheered for the mentor's compliment while you were feeling unsteady. "[y/n], work on the dance a little more okay? you seem a bit on edge" she gave you a small smile. embarrassment was written all over your face. improve? me? christ! it's much worse when minho, who is right beside you, heard that.

the instructor left and every one proceeded to pack their things. as you were about to close yours, "work on the dance a little more okay?" little shit minho repeated your instructors words, with a smug look on his face that you badly want to wipe off with a punch

"okay" you replied dryly, not wanting to engage with crap because of your rising nervousness. "looks like im about to take your place, brat" he added. you knew he was just messing around since both of you had been fighting like this almost every day. you gave him a nod because you just wanted to escape at this point. you placed your bag over your shoulder and opened the door, "don't you think maybe it's because you're not that good-"

"can we not do this right now? alright? i get it. if you really are so fucking great, congrats! now leave me alone." you spat, walking past him and left the studio. the sun was setting when you got out and it was a rather chill weather. it was fine, we're in the middle of october any way.

you sighed as you hugged yourself for comfort due to the strong wind. walking home, you decided to stop by a vending machine.

great! your money just had to be stuck in the vent. just when you thought your day could get worse, this happens. you placed your head on the glass of the machine in front of you while mindlessly playing with the buttons.

you regret losing your cool in front of minho like that, because you know he was just messing around. at some point during practice, you were slowly learning that being a brat is horrible and not everything will go my way.

you noticed that you were starting to change too.

you let out another sigh and kicked a foreign rock to express your frustration. you eyes went back to the stuck money and tried to get it out again. a random finger from behind pressed a red button on top of the machine, which immediately retrieved your money.

you turned back around to thank the person, "thank you-" your smile faded when you realized who it was. he had a small cat eye smile on, "hi" he said in a low tone, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"hi" you said rather awkwardly. "what drink do you want?" he said as he brought out his wallet, positioning himself in front of the machine. "no you don't have to" you protested. "please, let me do this, it's the least i can do for pissing you off"

"banana milk, and im sorry too" you replied, playing with your fingers. he gave you this 'why are you saying sorry' look. "im sorry for all the mean stuff i said back there, i dont know what has gotten into me, im just so nervous about the performance"

he nodded, implying that he's listening while typing and inserting the money on the machine. "im just sorry for being a brat in general," you smiled apologetically as you accepted the banana milk from him. both of you sat down beside the vending machine.

"you dont have to apologize you know? im the one who took it too far" he said, guilt plastered all over his face. "it's fine, i deserve it. besides if it wasnt for you, i wouldnt have notice how much of a bitch i am." you admitted with a light chuckle.

"i didnt mean what i said earlier by the way," he spoke, finishing up his own banana milk. "which one?" you asked. "when i said you were not that good, i didnt mean it. in fact, youre one of the best." he admitted, placing his empty banana milk beside him.

"you think so?" you asked with a smile. "i know so" he smiled back, removing his hairband and placing it back again. "maybe that's why im falling for you." he mumbled.

competition day came

you were feeling energetic today

bratiness level lowered down by 70%

the performance went really great

every one at your school was rooting for your team

which made you even more giddy

"and the grand champion for this year is..."

you heard your school's name and immediately hugged minho unintentionally out of joy

your legs were wrapped up in his waist and he was swinging you around, happy to win as well.

he let go of you gently, trying not to make things awkward

youve already touched his body due to the dance steps but it felt awkward after he confessed

after the celebration, your crew was in the back stage, preparing for the surprise

today is october 25, meaning it's his special day

you got out the cake you personally baked for him and motioned everyone to gather around before minho comes in

"surprise!" every one cheered and threw random pieces of paper towards him when he came in the back stage

"happy birthday to you! happy birthday to you! happy birthday dear minho, happy birthday to you" you sang along with the crew and faced him his cake

"make a wish, lino" you said as you waited for him to blow.

"i wish to be with you" he said out loud, not even minding the people around us and blew the candle out. a lot of ooos and cheers were heard, making you blush. you gathered frosting all over your finger and proceeded to wipe it on his face

he let out a fake shocked face as he did the same to you. by now, every one around you has frosting in your faces. musting up all the courage left in you. you made your way to minho once more and placed a frosting on his lips. he smirked at your sudden action as he lifted you up.

you pressed your lips against his, licking the frosting clean off of him. he gladly accepted the kiss, ignoring everyone around the both of you. pulling away, "maybe i am falling for you too, lino" you confessed. making him kiss you once more.

bf minho is very tsundere

as usual, dance practices together

vending machine dates after practice

lots and lots of i love yous while dancing

SLOW DANCING IN YOUR ROOM!!!!!!

would let you meet his cats bcs "you are now worthy"

helping each other out with missed assignments

your best friend

kisses are wild but soft

dance covers together

will literally break the vending machine to give you your banana milk

would buy you breakfast

holds your hand during break

cuddling with his cats!!!!!!

forehead kisses with reassurance

people dont get your inside jokes

a tease !!!!!

"baby, there is no one else like you"

author's note —

i tried to make this gender neutral but i dont know much about mxm dancing together! sorry about that, i tried to lessen the female details though.

im open for constructive criticism! i made this a birthday special for our lee know <3

[nobodyeverasked]

Hello uhh, I feel guilty because I sorta requested two from you, sorry😅 you don't have to write them if you have alot of requests though, I'm serious you don't have to, I don't want to stress you out^^

(I requested a bang chan x male reader and lee minho x male reader, the enemies to lover ones)

Again, I'm sorry

Hello! Please don't feel guilty, my requests are open for a reason.

In fact I feel like I should be sorry for not putting out requests that quickly 😅.

Don't worry about it though, there's no need to feel bad at all. I'll do my best to get through all the requests, I promise!

[3norachas]

irremediable • lee know (I)

« irremediable - not able to be repaired or corrected »

— lee minho x reader

— maleficent au, angst, enemies to lovers, fluff, mentions of death

— this will be my first part of my disney au collection so I hope y'all like it part two will be out by next next week hehe

warning: details of horrible deaths

PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5

masterlist

Once upon a time, there lived a two hundred thirty-eight years old witch in the middle of the forest near the kingdom. She was beautiful, the fairest, it almost looked like her beauty was enchanted. She was the kindest of them all, working under the orders of the royal Kings and Queens.

Until one day, she met the prince of the kingdom.

They fell in love, they were inseparable, being so overwhelmed with the love they have for each other even if it was forbidden. On the night of one of their secret dates, they made love.

A child was the outcome of their love.

They named him Lee Minho, half wizard and half human.

They were a happy family. Minho got the best of both worlds, he fits everywhere. His mother taught him magic and he learned from his father about the outside world.

But not for long.

The royal family found out about Minho and the love between the witch and the prince. The family hid, living in a small cabin in the middle of the forest and raising Minho. One day, while the prince was searching for food, the knights of the kingdom found him and the witch, who was at the time carrying their second child. She wasn’t able to fight them off because of the baby.

They chained the prince in an underground dungeon and left him there to starve while the witch was tied up on a cross.

The whole kingdom gathered at the entrance of the palace, where the king and queen stood, watching as they lit up the witch.

Her screams of agony can be heard across the whole kingdom.

Minho watched everything happen.

After his parents’ death, he swore to avenge them.

He learned magic through his mother’s books, his mind set on making the lives of the royalties horrible.

A few years passed, he finally had his chance.

"A party?” Minho looked up from his book to the small squirrel sitting beside him on his bed. After the incident, Minho moved deeper in the heart forest.

“Yep, I heard it was because the current King’s child was born last week,” perching up on Minho’s knees, Jisung slid down to his lap. “When is it?”

“Sometime between this week? What are you planning to do?” Jisung looks up to Minho.

“Does that mean the child is your cousin?”

“No, the King right now is an orphan,” Minho scoffed, knowing that it was supposed to be him but his father didn’t have a brother to replace his thrown so they have to adopt someone else.

“What are you planning to do now?”

Minho, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, look down at Jisung on his lap.

“I’m going to invite myself to that party.”

✧ ———— ❋ ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ ❋ ———— ✧

The ball that night was majestic, the visitors packing up the ball room with gifts and blessings. The king and queen sat in the thrown, with the beautiful child in their arms.

“She’s very beautiful, your highness,” beams a little fairy.

“May I give my blessings to the child?” Seungmin, the smartest fairy, asked while leaning down to touch the soft cheeks of the child.

“Of course!” chimes the queen.

“I give this little maiden the ability to bring joy and happiness to everywhere she goes!” the fairy of joy, Felix, gleefully shouts, sparks of orange flying towards the child.

“She already does, Felix,” chuckles Hyunjin.

“May this child be filled with talent and bring success,” Seungmin fondly smiles at the child, his signature purple sparks forming a few shapes before flying towards the child.

“What will I give her?”

“Probably beauty.”

Hyunjin pouts, “She’s already pretty!”

“Well think of a better one then!” Hyunjin looks down at the girl, his blue wings fluttering in happiness.

“I bless this girl with the ability to bring love to those who need it,” he taps the nose of the girl, making her giggle.

“That’s a really thoughtful blessing,” Felix sighs contently.

“Well, first of all, because it is I who gave it, second of all, I’m pretty so-”

“Will you shut up?”

“Oh my god, don’t fight in front of her!”

“Is this the child I’ve been hearing about? She is pretty, indeed.”

Suddenly, a big black smoke entered the large room, the menacing voice scaring everyone and all eyes set on a male figure, clothed in dark.

“Who are you!?” Minho grins, flicking his fingers to send the fairies out the window and swiftly locking it. He grins at the angry faces of the three.

“I’m offended, you don’t even remember me? Even you?” Minho points at his grandfather. He knew that face everywhere. The face that set his mother on fire and left his father starving.

“Minho, what are you doing here?” “Don’t be so surprised with my visit.”

Minho fakes a giggle, running his hand through his hair.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” comes the angry voice of the king.

“Oh, please, brother, well we aren’t technically brothers but whatever, I’m here to give my blessings!” the king walks forward to shield his child in the arms of the queen. Minho rolls his eyes.

“You are not allowed to be near her!”

“And do you have anything to stop me?”

“Minho, whatever your business is, leave us alone,” his grandfather step forward. Minho’s eyes hardened, the lights dimmed and the whole floor was filled with black smoke. “Your anger towards us won’t do anything, you will not touch this child whatsoever!”

“Why would I? You didn’t do the same to my parents.”

The room went silent at the mention of the couple. His grandfather’s eyes soften, realizing what he means.

“I regretted that mistake and I’m so sorry-”

“Sorry will not change anything, old man.”

Minho flicked his hands, forming little vines around everyone’s feet before walking towards the queen and her child. She tried to hide her away in her arms but Minho had magic, he flew her towards him. He can hear the curses that the three fairies are throwing at him. The innocent child did nothing but smile at him. Minho coos, caressing the cheeks.

“She really is pretty!” “Don’t you dare hurt her!”

“Oh don’t worry,” he grins, “It’s not that time yet.”

“What are you doing!?”

Minho raises his hands up making the child raise to it’s crib, “Oh? I’m getting my revenge, old man, just like what I promised to my mother’s burning body.”

“No!”

“Once this child turns 16-”

“Please don’t! She’s just a baby, please!” the queen cried.

“She will be called by a needle, and once she is pricked by the said item she will fall into eternal sleep! I will only give you a day to find her true love and only a kiss will cure her! This curse will not be reversed even by me.”

And then he disappeared in black smoke.

(I don’t know if the ending should be sad or fluffy wtf)

[minminbunny]

Drabble Masterlist

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*more full fledged series/oneshots

Bang Chan

-> Assassin/Chief Librarian Fem! Reader

-> Parent/Teacher Fem! Reader

-> Enemies to Lovers AU - Villain/Hero Fem! Reader

-> Owner/Bunny Hybrid Gender Neutral! Reader

-> Enemies to Lovers AU - Vampire Hunter/Vampire Fem! Reader

-> Best Friends to Lovers AU - Big Cock Singer!/Virgin Writer Gender Neutral! Reader

-> Stalker X Stalker AU - Pervert!/Psycho Gender Neutral! Reader

-> ABO AU - Wolf Big Flared Cock Alpha/Bunny Omega Gender Neutral! Reader

Lee Minho

-> Caregiver Soft Dom/Sick Gender Neutral! Reader

-> Yandere Stalker AU - Caregiver/Gender Neutral Little! Reader

-> Enemies to Lovers AU - Biker/Bookworm Gender Neutral! Reader

-> ABO AU - Alpha!/Omega Gender Neutral! Reader

-> Stalker X Stalker AU - Dom!/Sub Gender Neutral! Reader

-> Hybrid AU - Black Panther Hybrid!/Older Undercover Cop Gender Neutral! Reader

Seo Changbin

-> Caregiver Soft Dom/Bunny Hybrid Fem! Reader

-> Sugar Daddy AU - Fem! Reader

-> Reincarnation AU - Obsessed Lover/Naive Fem! Reader

-> Gym Buddy AU - Perverted/Gender Neutral! Reader

-> Stalker X Stalker AU - Savior Complex!/Deraged Gender Neutral! Reader

Hwang Hyunjin

-> Misunderstanding AU - Fem! Reader

-> ABO AU - Alpha/Omega Gender Neutral! Reader

-> Werewolf AU - Alpha/Unpresented Gender Neutral! Reader

-> Demon AU - Demon!/Gender Neutral Human! Reader

-> Stalker X Stalker AU - Photograph Lurker!/Monster Lover Gender Neutral! Reader

Han Jisung

-> Caregiver Soft Dom/Fem! Reader

-> Arranged Marriage AU - Chairman's Son/Fanfic Author Fem! Reader

-> Cat Hybrid/Owner Fem! Reader

-> Ghost Roommate AU - Gender Neutral! Reader

-> Siren AU - Human Fem! Reader

-> Eldritch AU - Tentacle Monster!/Gender Neutral! Reader

-> Stalker X Stalker AU - Lurker!/Exhibitionist Gender Neutral! Reader

Lee Felix

-> Royalty AU - Crown Prince/Duchess! Reader

-> Academic Rivals AU - Gender Neutral! Reader

-> Mafia AU - Sadist Older/Bratty Fem! Reader

-> Best Friends to Lovers AU - Big Cock!/Unexperienced Gender Neutral! Reader

-> Stalker X Stalker AU - Psychotic!/Love Straved Gender Neutral! Reader

Kim Seungmin

-> ABO AU - Alpha/Omega Fem! Reader

-> Writer AU - Gender Neutral! Reader

-> Enemies to Lover AU - Hero/Villain Gender Neutral! Reader

-> Enemies to Lovers AU - Inspector!/Doctor Gender Neutral! Reader

-> Stalker X Stalker AU - Manipulative!/Stockholm Syndrome Gender Neutral! Reader

Yang Jeongin

-> Childhood Best Friend AU - Fem! Reader

-> Caregiver Soft Dom/Sleeping Fem! Reader

-> Mafia AU - Fem! Reader

-> Future AU - AI Robot!/Suicidal Professor Gender Neutral! Reader

-> Stalker X Stalker AU - Posessive Coworker!/Naive Gender Neutral! Reader

Multi

-> Yandere Vampire AU - Chanlix/Fem! Reader

-> Alien Stage AU [Round 6] - Jilix

-> Doctor AU - Dr! Seungmin/Dr! Jisung/Dr! Changbin/Patient Fem! Reader

-> Sex Shop AU - Sub! Lee Felix/Sub! Han Jisung/Dom Gender Neutral! Reader

-> Corruption AU - Bottom! Dance Racha/Manipulative Male! Reader

[sakurangelic]

Love Fool (1/?)

pairing: student!minho x student!gn!reader genre: enemies to lovers combined with school au summary: Lee Y/N is the new student of the MAXIDENT university. Though, it seems like Y/N gets in some trouble with the popular guy, Lee Minho, right in the first day. Do they grow to hate each other or... love each other? warnings: swearing, slight dirty jokes word count: 1.7k words a/n: my first mini-series!! because i'm absolutely obsessed with enemies to lovers au 1 | 2 | 3

It was your first day of university, and you were already late. Why so? 

Well, long story short, you were born here in South Korea but raised in America. You never found out why your mom moved from Korea when she had everything she wanted. But how could you complain when she was the reason you got here? You talked so much about how you wished you could study one day in Korea, and here you are now.

Maybe if the time zone differences hadn't created such a big gap and if you had arrived earlier in Korea, you would have gotten used to the time. One week wasn't enough, especially when you think of you settling down at your aunt's house till you got your school dorm. And even when you got your dorm, it wasn't that easy either. You had to pack your stuff again and carry it all to school. To your luck, your aunt lived not far from where you would study, so you could visit her from time to time.

But that wasn't important when you were running late on your first day, right? There was no denying MAXIDENT University was really popular, but it was still hard to get in. Despite that, you felt surprised to realise you almost got lost in the crowd. You just expected fewer people. To make yourself feel better, you reminded yourself that you weren't the only new student here, and other students probably felt the same as you do right now. They surely were able to get used to such a school and even make their name big...

"Watch where you're going next time!" you said in annoyance as you tried to fix your uniform after you bumped into a random student.

"Lee Y/N? Oh, you think you can tell me what to do? That's funny!". The student who just bumped into you scoffed and mocked you in a sarcastic tone.

Crossing your arms, you just looked up at the male you bumped into, frowning when making eye contact. "How do you even know my name? I've never met you before...", you paused for a moment as you realised you had no idea what his name was, but you quickly noticed the name tag and read it out loud, "Lee Minho".

"They should have put 'Lee Blind' on your name tag. Because you're clearly blind to not notice your own name tag." Minho eyed you from up and down, mumbling, "I'm surprised you saw mines in the first place." A cocky smirk formed on his lips as he went on, "But maybe I'm so popular that everyone knows me in this school!"

You cleared your throat. "Well, I don't know you, Lee Minho. I'm starting at this school today, and I'd rather not get to know you because of your horrible ass attitude".

A disgusted expression was visible on the male's face, raising an eyebrow. "Are you a freshman? A freshman like you wouldn't know someone like me, obviously. Unless you really have no friends or no social life! Have you ever thought about that?"

This man really seemed full of himself, and it pissed you off too much for the first day. "Well, for your information, I am a sophomore, and I don't need your nasty ass attitude to ruin my first day of sophomore year", you said, rolling your eyes.

"Oh really? I haven't seen you around. Perhaps you're that much of a loner."

You were losing brain cells each moment you spoke to him. Of course he hasn't; you literally just moved here a week before school started! Has he gone nuts? "I prefer to stay by myself because they don't give me attitude issues like yourself."

At this point, Minho started tapping his foot. He was obviously annoyed by the words. "Look, if you don't want to end up at the point where you hate your own life and wish you never existed, you can mind your own business and not fuck around with me! Dumbass". 

The last thing you needed, besides threats, was for him to blame you for the fact that he was on his phone and wasn't watching where he was going. "Maybe if you were just watching where you were going, this wouldn't have happened. Now, because of you, I'm a whole lot later to my class than I intended to be".

He shrugged.  "Doesn't seem like my problem! Maybe mind your own business and you wouldn't do these things to yourself, then blame others for your dumb shit."

You let out an exasperated sigh. "You got in my way, so don't try to blame me for your shit, because I didn't do anything wrong", you faked a sweet smile in the hopes Minho would finally get out of your way.

Tongue in cheek, he mumbled under his breath, "Stop acting so innocent, dumbass."

"It was sarcastic, but if you say so. I have to go before I'm even more late." You pushed Minho out of your way, annoyed at how your first day was already ruined by an annoying guy.

He just stood there and watched you leave, still mumbling under his breath and frowning. He could have continued the fight if he hadn't felt slightly bad. There was no way it would have been that, though, right? After all, it was the first year of being a sophomore for him too, and he didn't want to waste his energy on someone with such an attitude. That was a thought that was wandering around your mind and was the reason why you couldn't focus on class. You took a deep breath and started playing with your pen in the hopes it'd somehow get you back to reality. At least Minho isn't in this class, right? That's the same moment you hear the door opening and see no one else but Lee Minho walking into the class. How could he be so reckless? The teacher was scolding him, yet he just passed by without even making eye contact and made his way to his seat. You didn't bother to pay him any attention anymore... until he sat down next to you. It seemed like he didn't notice you either, until he also looked at the person on his right. "Since when do you sit here?" You ignored his words, not wanting to deal with the same scenario all over again Minho gave you a look of disbelief and quickly raised his hand. "Teacher! They don't sit here!" You were shocked and defended yourself. "You don't either sit here! Go back to your seat!" Minho turned at you with a frown and said, "I do sit here! But you don't!" "Says who? I don't see your name on this seat" "Neither do I see yours" "Whatever", you whispered in annoyance, as you got your things and moved to the very back. The male side-eyed you as he started to play with his pen. This class was boring as ever for him, while you were just doing your work silently. As you were trying to focus, a piece of paper suddenly hit you in the face. You quickly opened it and looked at it with confusion. ":P" And that's when you and Minho started writing back and forth to each other. "Why the fuck are you sending me a blep face?" "You don't even know who I am" "You're Lee Minho. I'm not a dumbass like you said >:(" "I never mentioned my name, so you have no idea who is writing this" "I can clearly see you're the one who's writing this" You watched as Minho read your last message. He slowly looked over his shoulder at you and stuck his tongue out, throwing the piece of paper back at you. "Put the tongue away, unless you're willing to use it for something else" A slight smirk grew on his lips as he handed you what he had written: "I am going to use it for something". You looked at him disgusted, writing him back, "Like what?"

"Guess" "Something dirty?" "Maybe" "Of course, boys like you are always looking to do dirty stuff" "Bold of you to assume I have ever done 'it' in my life" "You seem like someone who does 'it' with all the girls in this school" "Bold of you to assume I'm not single" "Your aura screamed single" "So did yours" "Well, I AM single" "I knew it from the start. That's why your prince charming didn't appear out of fucking nowhere" "Not everything is a fucking fairytale, for your information" "I know." "Then why did you ask why my prince charming didn't come and save me? I don't need saving." "Okay, so I can't even make jokes around you. Got it, humourless person".

You rolled your eyes, tongue in cheek, as you mumbled, "Wow, that Minho is so rude…". You quickly scrawled on the paper, "Whatever", before throwing it to the male.

"You did this to yourself. I tried joking around with you, and you took everything seriously. At least now I know you can't take jokes" "You weren't supposed to hear me". "Well, maybe because you were so loud that even someone from outside heard you".

You crumpled up the paper and glanced over at Minho. "Why are you so mean to me?"

He once again looked over his shoulder at you with a raised eyebrow and said, "I'm literally acting the nicest way I could with a stranger like you. This isn't even half of how mean I could be"

"Sure, whatever you say"

As the male was about to open his mouth, the teacher called out both of you. You and he slowly turn to the teacher, only to notice now that you guys were just a bit too loud and that you interrupted class.

"What?", Minho piped up.

"Detention", the teacher said with a firm voice.

"Wha—"

The teacher didn't hesitate to cut off the male and repeat the same thing with the same firm voice, "Detention. Both of you, Lee Minho and Lee Y/N"

"I did nothing! It was him who all started it", you said, offended that you would get punished because of the other one

"Detention, or I'll suspend both of you and double the homework".

Your teeth grinded, mumbling "Great start for the first day".

He got up and side-eyed you, mumbling back, "C'mon, I'm not going all by myself. You need to go too".