#leeknow smau | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

yaniiiiism · 14 days ago

Text

you love rain, i love you. ꒰ a l.mh imagine ꒱

˖ㅤㅤ۫ ㅤㅤ ꕮ ㅤ۫ㅤ 🪜 ˖ㅤ ㅤ۫ㅤᘞ ˚ ۪ masterlist > schedule > main directory

♪┆pairing : lee minho x fem!reader ͏ ♪┆info : tsundere x sunshine , tooth rotting fluff, they're in loooovvveee, uni au (bc im obsessed), adorable, friends to lovers ♪┆ personas: uni students , close friends , brief and generic hobbies [songwriting, reading books] mention :3 ♪┆word count : 3.3k ♪┆warnings : very cutesy very demure very mindful

happy lino day !

Y/n had always loved the rain.

It poured over the town like a soft lullaby, softening the edges of buildings and trees, cloaking everything in a quiet serenity that calmed her restless heart.

Oh, how it fell without hesitation, bold yet calming, casting a peaceful blur over the colors around her. It was as though every droplet held a piece of the town’s secrets, whispering them in hushed tones to anyone who dared to listen.

In the university’s library, her thoughts floated with the rhythm of the rain against the glass, far from the textbook that lay open but untouched before her. The shelves towered around her, each one a guardian of knowledge, but her attention drifted, flitting like a restless bird.

She watched as droplets cascaded down the window beside her, blurring the shapes of people passing outside and muting the lively colors of umbrellas. The town outside seemed softer, wrapped in a cocoon of gray mist.

The lady was a bright spark against this stillness, a warmth that radiated quietly as her gaze followed the streaks of rain across the windowpane.

She fidgeted with a loose thread on her beige sweater, flipping her pen in her fingers, letting her mind wander.

The quiet library seemed to mirror another person’s presence beside her — calm and steady, unruffled by her little flares of energy that rippled across the tranquility.

It had been pouring for nearly an hour, the soft patter of water on the library windows a soothing backdrop to his quiet focus.

Minho’s focus, unwavering and cool, contrasted her own, a constant rhythm in the background of her daydreams. He sat across from her at their usual table, bent over his notes with a slight frown as he tried to concentrate on the assignment. He was meticulous, reading every line twice, tapping his pen in a steady rhythm.

Her, on the other hand, had long since given up pretending to work.

She was stretched out in her chair, head tipped back as she lazily flipped through a book she wasn’t really reading. Every so often, she would sigh dramatically, looking over at the guy with big, pleading eyes, hoping he’d say something to break the monotony.

He didn’t look up. Instead, he fixed his glasses, pushing the thin, black frame up the bridge of his nose.

“You’re not helping by sighing every five seconds, you know.”

“Maybe I would help if it wasn’t the most boring assignment in the universe,” she whined, drumming her fingers on the table.

He rolled his eyes, still focused on his paper. “Just do your part, and it’ll be done faster.”

“Or,” she frowned, glancing around as if conspiring, “I could just watch you do it. You’re so good at it, Min.” She tilted her head, giving him a teasing smile.

He gave her a blank stare. “Flattery won’t make me finish your work too.”

With a defeated sigh, she pushed herself out of the library’s velvet chair, eyes lighting up as she spotted the vending machine near the exit.

“Okay, well… at least let me get us some snacks. We both need a break.”

“Yeah, sure,” he muttered, eyes never leaving his notes.

The girl practically skipped over to the machine, fumbling for change in her bag.

She pressed a few buttons, deciding on snacks, but after a clunky whirr, the machine swallowed her coins without dropping anything.

She tapped it, then tapped it again, her brows furrowing as she gave the machine a light kick.

Oh screw you, stupid machine.

From across the room, the only other guy looked up, already smirking.

“You’re going to break it.”

She turned, shooting him a mock glare with a dissatisfied frown.

“It literally swallowed all my pennies? It owes me a snack!��

He snorted, barely hiding his annoyance yet nonchalance. “That’s the third machine you’ve broken this semester. Weren’t you banned from them by the council president or something?”

“You mean Jihoon? Please, he was only making small talk.”She rolled her eyes, turning back to the machine to shake it gently. “I just have bad luck with vending machines. They hate me.”

“Maybe they’re scared of you,” he hugged, finally leaning back in his chair, watching her with a smirk, his arms folding behind his head. “They know you’re trouble.”

She gasped, turning back to face him with feigned hurt. “You’re mean.”

“Maybe I won’t share my snacks with you now.”

He rolled his eyes, switching back to work. “Like I asked for them in the first place.”

“Oh, I know you’ll want them,” she replied, sticking her tongue out at him before giving the machine one last exasperated look.

She returned to their table empty-handed, pouting as she flopped back into her seat.

“Done causing a scene?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as he glanced over his notes at her.

“Done ignoring me?” she replied back, folding her arms with a small huff.

But even as she pouted, she was smiling, knowing full well that he was secretly enjoying every second of her company, even if he pretended otherwise.

“Can you try to focus for like at least five minutes without moving around?”

“Fine,” she said, leaning her chin on her hand, staring at him rather than her paper.

She watched him as he scribbled notes, his brows drawn together in concentration, glasses fogging up slightly as he breathed out in annoyance, his lips pressed into a faint line.

For all his grumbling, he was focused, diligent, and..

Oh, so attractive.

There was something calming about watching him work, even if she’d never let him know how much she admired him.

She lost track of time until her gaze drifted toward the window. Her eyes lit up at the sight of the rain pouring down, after having paused for a few minutes, the drops streaking the glass and creating a soft, blurred glow in the library.

“It’s raining again,” she whispered, more to herself than him.

“Yeah?” He didn’t look up, his voice absent-minded.

“Mhm!” She beamed, getting up from the chair to walk towards the closed window a few steps away.

The window was slightly foggy from the inside because the dew. Seeing that, her fingers immediately found their way onto the glass, drawing patterns.

It was as if all her worries were just.. gone, for that time. As if she was a child once again.

It was raining, and she was experiencing it again with the guy.

The same guy that had never left her side.

The same rainy day with him that marked into one of her favourite days.

Because it was with that same guy that she fell in love with.

Then her focus was interrupted when she heard his voice again.

“Done admiring the weather, pretty? You’ve got an assignment to finish.”

She felt his eyes on her, and it drew her back to reality. Her ears turned red almost instantly, then she was turning with an embarrassed face. “You were staring.” She mumbled, skipping back over to the table.

“Yeah, I was. You noticed?”

“What?” Her eyes widened, pupils dilating a bit, as she sat back down, hiding her gaze into the notebook.

“Nothing.” He grinned.

Sigh.

‘You noticed?’

Sorry, is he seriously flirting with me right now?

Does he even know the control he has on my heart?

Might fall off a cliff you guys ; i’m done with this sappy monologue.

Moving on.

“Minho, do you ever think about how every raindrop is like… a little memory? Like, it falls from the sky, touches the ground, and just… disappears.”

“But for that second, it’s part of something bigger, you know?”

The guy simply blinked at the randomness and suddenness of the excitement.

Barely lifting his gaze from his notes, he replied, “Right.. Raindrops with memory loss. Very poetic.”

Ignoring his remarks, she continued, leaning forward. “No— like think about it! Like, the rain touches everyone’s life at least once. We’re all connected by it in a way.” She paused, “Don’t you think that’s amazing?”

“Fascinating,” he murmured, not missing a beat, though she could see the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

Undeterred by his lack of ‘enthusiasm’, the girl professionally yapped on.

“And then, once the rain dries up, it’s like it leaves a little piece of itself behind. Kind of like how memories leave marks on us even when the moment’s gone.”

Minho finally looked up, shaking his head as he looked at her with squinted eyes. “Only you would find romance in rain puddles.”

“Hey, maybe I am, it’s.. deep, I guess. You’re just a boring cynic, Minho. No imagination.”

“Or maybe I just save my imagination for things that don’t involve the simplest scenes of life.” He gave her a look, but his smile softened as he watched her.

“Simplest but prettiest.”

“And, oh, today in class, the english professor went on this entire rant about using semicolons correctly, and I swear he’s obsessed. Every time someone writes a comma instead, it’s like they’ve committed a crime.”

He simply nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips, letting her continue without interruption.

Her words flowed like the rain, nonstop and bright, filling the air between them. She was all sunshine, chattering about everything and nothing at once, her eyes lighting up with each new tangent.

“Dude and— did you know,” she leaned closer, “that the library has a secret stash of old, out-of-print books? Like, they’re hidden on a shelf way in the back. I found one with all these handwritten notes in the margins. It’s like someone’s personal journal was left behind.”

The overachiever just listened, nodding and throwing in a casual “Really?” or “No way,” watching her grow more animated with each word.

He wasn’t paying much attention to what she was saying; but, he was captivated by the way she said it. Her hands gestured wildly, her eyes sparkled, and her whole face lit up.

She was mesmerizing, an endless source of energy and light.

Eventually, her words started to trail off, and her lids grew heavy, her sentences getting slower and softer.

“And earlier when I was at the park, I followed this little dragonfly.. who kept circling around.. me.. “

She slumped forward, head resting on her folded arms, a sleepy smile lingering on her lips, “..and it lead me deeper into the garden..”

And with a yawn, she drifted off. Minho sat there, unfazed, quietly watching her, his gaze softening with affection.

The rain outside continued its gentle rhythm, as if lulling her into a peaceful sleep.

He leaned back, letting his pen fall silently to the table, and took a long, steady look at her. Her brown hair cascaded over her arms, and her expression was calm, completely at peace. There was a faint smile still tugging at the corners of her mouth.

With a fond sigh, he gently reached for the soft strands of her hair that framed her face, pushing one behind her ear, then leaned back to simply watch her.

The rain continued to fall, casting a soft glow over her face, and he knew this was one of those moments he’d hold onto forever.

His gaze only softened further as he watched her sleep, her breathing gentle and even, the faintest rise and fall of her shoulders barely noticeable in the soft light of the library.

He tilted his head, studying the way her hair framed her face, how a the other few strands had fallen messily across her cheeks.

There was something innocent in her stillness, like the world hadn’t yet touched her with its harsher edges. He had known her for years, through her loud days and quiet ones, but this — seeing her so open, so vulnerable, even in sleep — felt like a privilege, like he was witnessing a secret she didn’t even know she held. Although this may be the hundredth time he’s seeing her like this, but she never fails to lull him more each time.

“Why do you have to be so.. stupidly adorable..?”

The words slipped out in a gentle whisper, almost swallowed by the rain. His gaze fixed onto her face, tracing each curve, the eyelids, the eyelashes, the nose, the pink lips.

But immediately as he realised, he froze, his eyes darting to her face, heart pounding in sudden panic.

Had she heard him?

Her breathing remained even, her lips barely parted in sleep, and his own breath released in a silent sigh of relief.

Minho leaned back, exhaling, his eyes drifting over her with a gaze that was softer, deeper. He knew he was gone for her — completely and utterly.

No amount of teasing or sarcasm could hide it, especially not now, as he sat in this dim, cozy corner of the library with only her and the rain to keep him company.

He felt a quiet ache settle in his chest, the kind that was bittersweet. This was the girl who had grown up by his side, whose love for books and late-night study sessions was matched only by her passion for music, her endless playlists and handwritten lyrics tucked between notebooks.

She was everything he admired and everything he was afraid to lose, wrapped into one.

His fingers reached out instinctively, but he stopped, hand hovering just above her resting one.

He could imagine her waking up to his touch, the way she’d crinkle her nose and blink sleepily, maybe even tease him for “staring like a lovesick fool,” which was exactly what he was — but that’s not the point.

He couldn’t help it, though; her light pulled him in every time, scattering his carefully guarded walls like raindrops hitting a still lake.

But instead of waking her, he let his hand drop gently, leaning back to watch her for a moment longer, his heart a little fuller, a little softer, because of her.

And only her.

She’d wake up soon, annoying and bright, blinding the eye, and he’d be ready with another roll of the eyes, heartstrings tugging down.

Yet deep down, in a place he never let her see, he knew the truth; that she was his every reason, his brightest light in all the dim places.

And as the rain drizzled down, casting faint reflections across the window, he knew that for him, every raindrop from here on out would hold a little bit of her.

—

Y/n had always loved the rain.

To her, it wasn’t just water cascading from the sky but a reminder of everything raw and alive in the world.

The clouds, heavy with unshed emotions, poured out their burdens as if inviting her to do the same.

There was a release in it, a beauty. She could stand in it, close her eyes, feel it washing over her, and for a moment, all her worries would dissolve.

So, when the downpour was still continuing while she and Minho were done at the university’s grand library, she didn’t reach for her umbrella like he did.

There they were, standing at the entrance of the library, once again, and she stepped out on to the wet cobblestone path.

Her eyes drift upward to watch the raindrops falling from the grey skies.

A soft smile tugged at her lips as she tilted her head back, letting the rain soak her skin, drenching her clothes and weighing her hair down.

She laughed — a light, airy sound that blended with the rhythm of the rain.

Minho, on the other hand, was leaning against the pillar of the library’s entrance, watching her.

He sighed, fidgeting with the buttons of his umbrella, opening it with a click and stepping out as well. He raised an eyebrow, holding it over his own head, while the raindrops danced off its edges.

“Are you seriously gonna stand and dance there like an idiot?”

“Yes,”

Unfazed, the girl twirled around, arms open to embrace the downpour. “It’s beautiful.”

“It’s wet,” he grumbled, his lips curling into a barely-there smirk as he watched her spin, her joy illuminating her like a halo under the dim light of the streetlamps.

But the sight of her so lost in the rain, so… free, it did that thing to his chest — once again.

She stepped out of the umbrella’s reach, that he tried to cover her with, ignoring the way he shook his head at her.

“You could at least try to enjoy it,” she said, smiling. Her eyes sparkled, glancing at him over her shoulder, as if daring him to join her.

He rolled his eyes, holding the umbrella closer to himself as if it were a shield from her infectious energy. “Enjoy what? Getting sick? No thanks.”

“Suit yourself.” She shrugged, but she was still smiling as she returned to her little rain dance, not caring how soaked she was getting.

Each step she took felt lighter, and she almost forgot Minho was even there, watching her from under the safety of his umbrella.

And he was watching her, unable to look away.

She looked… ethereal, like something out of a dream he’d be too proud to admit he’d had. The way her laugh rose above the rain, soft and unburdened, made his heart ache in a way he would never, ever admit to anyone.

But he knew he’d regret it if he didn’t do something. With a resigned sigh, he closed the umbrella, letting the rain drench him in an instant.

“You’re such a pain, you know that?” he muttered, striding over to her with a faux scowl on his face, shuddering slightly at the contact of the cold droplets hitting over his figure.

She paused mid-spin, startled to find him suddenly standing in the rain with her.

“Minho, what are you doing? You’ll get soaked!”

“It’s a little late for that, genius,” he deadpanned, shoving his now-useless, foldable umbrella into his pocket.

But his eyes softened as he looked at her, something unspoken hidden behind his steady gaze.

Her laughter quieted, her gaze locking with his in the middle of the rain-soaked street.

There was a weight in his stare, something she couldn’t quite name. “I thought you hated getting wet?”

“I do,” he replied, his voice low, rough around the edges. “But… sometimes you make it hard to stick to my rules.”

She felt her cheeks warm despite the chill of the rain, her heart thudding in her chest. “Oh yeah? And what rule am I breaking now?” She paused in her tracks, staring at him right back.

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he just held her gaze, studying her with that intense look that always left her breathless.

His hand came up, almost on its own, brushing a raindrop from her cheek with the back of his fingers, lingering just a second too long.

He cleared his throat, pulling his hand back quickly as if he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t.

“Never mind,” he mumbled, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. “It’s nothing.”

She bit back a smile, savoring the rare vulnerability in his expression. “You’re really something, you know that?”

“Oh, shut up,” he grumbled, but there was no bite in his voice, only a soft resignation.

He reached down, taking her hand in his own, his fingers gentle but firm around hers.

“You’re going to catch pneumonia if you stay like this for longer.”

She blinked, startled by the sudden contact.

But Minho just kept walking, his fingers still laced with hers as they stepped through the rain-soaked street, side by side. Her heart stuttered, a thousand questions running through her mind, but she didn’t say a word.

She was content just to feel the warmth of his hand in hers, even if he’d never admit why he did it.

As they walked together, silent but for the rain, she glanced at him, catching a hint of a smile tugging at his lips as he stared straight ahead. For all his complaints, for all his grumbling, he was still here with her, getting drenched in the rain simply because she loved it.

And that, she realised, was more than enough.

a/n. ୨ৎ

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY LOVEEE happy lino day :<< SORRY FOR THE LATE POST !! 😞 if u liked this lmk by commenting or liking <333 check out my post-schedule/masterlist/taglists/etc right here ! thank you for reading >< !! also just fine chp 8 is coming tmr ! — love, yani ♥︎

thank you for the dividers! ♡︎ @adornedwithlight

197 notes · View notes

1-800-sistershookth · 5 months ago

Text

┈┈ ✦ ⋅ ⋯ ୨ So… Funny Story ‧₊˚ ( hl )

✰ In Which : Uh oh! The Stray Kids Hyung Line find out they are in fact, not their girlfriend’s bias. Alert the media.

✰ Parings : ot8 hyung line x gf!reader ( separate )

✰ warnings : none

maknae line here ! | skz masterlist

‧₊˚ CHAN + LEEKNOW !

‧₊˚ CHANGBIN !

‧₊˚ HYUNJIN !

#kpop smau #kpop x reader #stray kids #straykids x reader #bangchan x reader #leeknow x reader #changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #stray kids hyung line

88 notes · View notes

estellan0vella · 7 days ago

Text

Sunshine's Guide To Murder│Lee Minho

Chapter Fourteen: We Burn It SS: 13 (ignore time stamps and dates) Word Count: 1.3K Content Warnings: Discussion of rape, discussion of intentional drugging, discussion of nonconsensual filming Previous Next Masterlist

Hayun wakes up slowly, her mind feeling thick with fog, her body heavy and sluggish. She blinks against the dim light filtering in through unfamiliar curtains, her surroundings not immediately registering. The bed beneath her is soft, but it isn’t hers, and the events of the last day swirl in her head in bits and pieces, fragmented and out of order.

Her first instinct is to check herself—patting her arms, her chest, and her legs. To her relief, she’s still fully dressed. The tension in her chest eases slightly, but the pounding in her head remains, sharp and relentless.

"Don’t worry, princess," Minho’s voice cuts through the haze, startling her. He’s sitting nearby, casually spinning in his desk chair, a slight smirk on his face. "As pretty as you are, I’m not interested in sleeping with you when you’re so fucked up you barely remember your own name."

Hayun groans, pulling the blanket up over her head in a weak attempt to shut him—and the world—out. "Please stop talking," she mutters, her voice muffled by the fabric. "I feel like death."

Minho, however, is far from sympathetic. He stands up from his chair and yanks the blanket off her with no hesitation, leaving her exposed to the morning light. "Nope, not happening. You’ve slept for nearly twenty-four hours. You need to get up, eat something, and then you’re going to tell me about that flash drive you gave to Seungmin. We’ve been patient, but your avoidance stops now."

Hayun groans louder, throwing an arm over her face as she tries to burrow deeper into the pillows. "Minho, please. Not now. I can’t feel my face."

But Minho isn’t having it. With little effort, he grabs her by the blanket and rolls her into it like a human burrito, effortlessly lifting her over his shoulder. Hayun dangles there, limp and defeated, her body swaying with his movements as he marches toward the stairs.

"This is so unnecessary," she mumbles, her voice tinged with mild amusement despite her discomfort. "I’m not going anywhere."

Minho carries her into the living room and dumps her unceremoniously onto the couch. The impact sends a jolt through her, and she groans again, her head pounding even more now. As she tries to sit up, she notices Hyunjin lounging on the other couch, scrolling lazily through his phone.

"Morning, sunshine," Hyunjin says, tossing a pair of oversized sunglasses onto her lap. "Thought you might need these. Though, honestly, I usually know a girl more than just a quick hello months ago before I end up in the shower with her."

Hayun rolls her eyes beneath her hand, too tired to respond properly. "You two are the worst," she mutters, reluctantly sliding the sunglasses on to shield her eyes from the light.

Minho walks back into the room, this time with a tray in hand. He sets it down on the coffee table in front of her, the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting up and waking her senses a little more. The tray is piled with fruit, pastries, and a steaming cup of coffee. He crosses his arms and fixes her with a no-nonsense look.

"Eat," he orders, his tone firm. "Then talk."

Hayun sits up slowly, her body still sluggish as she reaches for the coffee first. She takes a long sip, savoring the warmth, though the caffeine only just starts to cut through the fog in her head. She hesitates for a moment before grabbing a piece of fruit and nibbling at it.

Minho watches her closely, his gaze sharp. "The envelope," he says after a moment. "You gave it to Seungmin a few weeks ago. What was on the flash drive? And don’t even think about lying."

Hayun sighs, the weight of his question pressing down on her. She takes another sip of coffee, her fingers trembling slightly as she sets the cup down. "The envelope had a flash drive in it," she begins quietly. "Proof of a setup that Mingi, Yuna, and Lia had going at those calamity parties. That’s why I had Seungmin hide it. Mingi would kill for that drive."

Minho’s expression sharpens, his posture going rigid. "What kind of setup?"

Hayun hesitates, her gaze flickering to the window for a brief second, as if contemplating whether to continue. She exhales slowly, her voice quieter now. "Mingi is... a rapist. Yuna drugged girls for him, and Lia... Lia covered for them. She distracted people, diverted attention whenever necessary. They had a whole operation going at those parties."

Minho’s jaw tightens, the anger in his eyes growing more intense with every word she speaks. "You’ve known this the whole time?"

Hayun nods, her voice shaking slightly. "That’s why I sent the drive to Seungmin. Mingi has too much power. He had blackmail on everyone—tapes, proof of everything. No one ever reported him because they were scared of what he’d do with the tapes. That’s why I’ve been trying to figure out who sent me the flash drive. It wasn’t just some random person."

Hyunjin, who had been listening quietly, shifts uncomfortably in his seat. "Why am I hearing all of this?" he asks, his voice filled with unease. "I’m not part of this whole investigation. This is... intense."

Minho doesn’t even glance at him. "Because now you know. Doesn’t mean you’re officially part of it, but you’ve heard too much to walk away."

He turns back to Hayun, his voice firm. "What about the fakes you made? What was that about?"

Hayun takes another deep breath, setting the coffee cup down in her lap. "I sent fake drives to Lia and Mingi, labeled ‘Three can’t keep a secret even if one of them is dead—XOXO, Yuna.’ I was hoping it would spook them into moving the tapes so I could track them, but clearly, one of them figured out it was me. That’s when the threatening messages started."

Minho’s frown deepens, his mind racing. "What do they think is on those drives?"

Hayun’s voice trembles slightly, though she tries to keep her expression neutral. "Mingi- He taped what he did. Every assault, every victim. He kept the tapes because they gave him control. No one would ever talk because they were terrified of what he’d do with the footage."

Minho’s fists clench at his sides, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone. "And he has a tape of you. From when he was twenty, and you were fourteen."

Hayun’s grip on the coffee cup tightens, her knuckles turning white. She nods slowly, her eyes fixed on the floor. "Yeah."

There’s a long, heavy silence in the room, tension thick in the air. Minho’s gaze softens, but only for a brief second, before he straightens, his resolve hardening.

"Where does he keep the tapes?" he asks, his voice steady but filled with barely-contained fury. "Do you know?"

Hayun shakes her head, frustration evident in her expression. "I’ve been trying to figure that out. That’s why I sent him those fakes. To see if he’d panic and move them."

Hyunjin runs a hand through his hair, his expression growing more anxious. "Do you think Lia or Mingi had anything to do with Yuna’s murder? Or Chaeryeong’s?"

Hayun thinks for a moment, her brow furrowed in concentration. "I don’t know. I think there are two different killers, but they’re all connected. Someone in Yuna’s web was pushed too far, and they snapped. But it’s hard to say if it was Mingi or Lia."

Minho nods, his eyes narrowing as he processes everything. "We need to talk to Jisung, Felix, and Jeongin. They need to know what we’re dealing with."

Hayun nods slowly, though her voice is hesitant. "We’ll tell them an anonymous woman came forward with all this information. But when we find my tape—"

Minho cuts her off, his voice firm and resolute. "We burn it. And we bury it somewhere it’ll never be found."

Hayun finally meets his gaze, her eyes filled with a mixture of exhaustion and determination. She nods, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah. We burn it."

Hyunjin breaks the heavy silence with a humourless laugh. “This whole situation is more stressful than when we dyed your hair blonde, Min.”

Hayun, sipping her coffee slowly, raises an eyebrow and turns her gaze to Minho, who’s sitting on the edge of the couch. His black hair, slightly tousled, gives him a brooding look that matches his mood. “You were blonde?” she asks, genuine surprise coloring her voice.

Minho shoots Hyunjin a look, a mixture of annoyance and begrudging amusement. “Yeah,” he admits with a sigh. “I played Jack in the university’s production of Titanic last year. Long before we met.”

Hayun’s eyes widen, and she nearly spills her coffee in shock. “Oh my god!” she exclaims. “You’re the guy all those girls were obsessing over! I remember hearing them talk about trying to get into some guy’s car after the show!”

Minho’s shoulders slump, and he groans as if the memory physically pains him. “Yes, that was me,” he says, rubbing his temple. “They weren’t kidding, either. I actually had girls trying to get into my car after every show.”

Hyunjin chuckles, clearly enjoying this more than Minho is. “What Minho would do is he’d wait in his car with the doors locked, and then watch them try the handle over and over again until they realized it was locked. Some of them even pounded on the windows before giving up.”

Hayun bursts out laughing, the mental image too hilarious to resist. “You just sat there watching them?”

Minho shrugs, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “What was I supposed to do? Open the door and invite them in?”

Hayun giggles, covering her mouth with her hand. “That’s too good. Now I have to see those pictures.”

Hyunjin grins wickedly. “I’ll send them to you later. I have a whole folder of blonde Minho in my phone. Some of the backstage ones are... classic.”

Minho rolls his eyes. “Don’t you dare.”

Hayun looks at Minho’s current dark hair and smirks. “Honestly, I can't imagine you as a blonde. You look like you belong in some vampire movie with that black hair.”

Minho shrugs noncommittally. “I look good in any color, princess.”

“Sure you do,” Hayun teases, winking at him over the rim of her coffee cup.

Hyunjin’s gaze shifts to Hayun, a more thoughtful look crossing his face. “By the way, your hair’s getting a bit brassy,” he comments, eyeing the silver-lavender strands that fall over her shoulders.

“Tell me about it,” Hayun groans, running her fingers through her long hair. “This silver-lavender shade is fantastic, but the maintenance is a nightmare. I’ve had it like this for almost a year—long before I met you guys.”

Hyunjin nods, tilting his head as he studies her hair. “Have you thought about going platinum? It’d look good on you.”

Hayun considers it, shrugging one shoulder. “I mean, Felix is blonde, Jisung’s a natural brunette, and I’m stuck here trying to make silver work. I’ve been toying with the idea of booking an appointment with my hairdresser for a touch-up before we do another podcast recording.” She pauses, glancing down at the coffee in her hands. “I first dyed my hair not long after—" She cuts herself off abruptly, brushing the thought away like it never existed. "Anyway, I like the unnatural colours.”

Hyunjin nods, understanding flickering across his face, though he wisely chooses not to comment. Instead, he leans back, stretching his arms over the back of the couch. “I get it. Unnatural colours are... different. They make a statement.”

Minho catches the unspoken understanding in Hayun’s tone, the way her words trailed off, and he nods in agreement, though he doesn’t press for more. “Well, if you decide to go platinum, I can recommend some good products,” he offers casually.

Hayun chuckles. “Oh, really? What happened to brooding Minho who doesn’t care about hair?”

“He died when I got cast as Jack,” Minho deadpans, but there’s a glimmer of warmth in his eyes. “I know more about hair products than I’d like to admit. It comes with the territory when you’ve bleached your hair to hell and back.”

“Minho was obsessed with his hair when he went blonde,” Hyunjin teases, grinning. “It was like living with a male Rapunzel for a few months.”

Minho shoots him a half-hearted glare, but there’s no real heat behind it. “Says the guy who has a whole cabinet dedicated to his styling products. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re hiding under the sink.”

Hayun laughs, feeling some of the heaviness from the earlier conversation lift a little. It’s strange, sharing these light-hearted moments with Minho and Hyunjin, two people she never would have pictured herself getting close to when she first got tangled up in this investigation.

She leans back on the couch, taking another sip of her coffee, and looks at Minho with a soft smile. “I think I’d like to see blonde Minho. Just for the comedy factor.”

Hyunjin’s eyes light up with mischief. “Oh, I’ll make sure you see all the pictures. The ones where he tried to go for the windswept Titanic look but ended up looking like a golden retriever—those are my personal favorites.”

Minho groans, dropping his head into his hands. “I’m never going to live this down, am I?”

“Not a chance,”

Taglist: @hityoulikebahng @drewsandsebastianswife @fackeraccount @lily-loves-kpop @stilldontknowhoiam

@ziggy1221 @justaspoonofjam @tr-mha-fan @candycurshidkwhatthehell

38 notes · View notes

haniiyo · 7 months ago

Text

— random texts pt.1 | bf.hyung line x f.reader

𝜗𝜚 ݁ ˖┊: cw. nsfw (18+ mdni), crack, suggestive language, kys / kms jokes, cheating / breakup jokes, love in the form of insults, jokes about taking drugs (?), large misunderstandings about ringworm and aderall lmao, established relationships, all of it is jokes pls take none of it seriously

𝜗𝜚 ݁ ˖┊: maknae line | m.list

🖇️ ‧ ₊ ˚ — chan

🖇️ ‧ ₊ ˚ — minho

🖇️ ‧ ₊ ˚ — changbin

🖇️ ‧ ₊ ˚ — hyunjin

665 notes · View notes

leeknowsyou · 6 months ago

Note

Hi!! I saw your profile I just wanted to know if your request are open?? If they are could you do a jeongin fic fluff like puppy love? Like everything is new and special and the hyungs constantly tease them about it 💕

new kind of feelings

pairing. jeongin x gn!reader genre. fluff wordcount. 579 summary. the request above author’s note. my first post! reblogs are appreciated!! masterlist.

Love was something that you hadn’t felt before. I mean, of course you had felt love, but not this kind of adoration for another human being. Everytime your eyes landed on Jeongin’s features, it felt like you were floating in the clouds.

Your relationship was fresh, only a few months old. Yet it still felt like it was years old.

You had scheduled a movie night at the boys’ dorms today. Surprisingly, you got along with the other members very well, even though you hadn’t known them for a long time. Jeongin thought it was cute how well you guys got along.

Standing behind the door, you and Jeongin impatiently waited for the door to open. Finally, after a few painfully long seconds, you were met with a welcoming Felix.

“What are you waiting for, come on in” Felix greeted, while gesturing to step inside the dorm. The planks on the floor were creaky, and the walls were old and the paint was worn out, but still it was comforting in some sort of way. Yellow sparks of lights left and right, the warmness from the heater, the salty scent of popcorn. It all felt so comfortable.

Suddenly you were woken from you trance and you entered the living room. There was a blanket put above the couch, making some type of tent. The so called tent was surrounded by pillows and numerous bowls of snacks. Laughter was heard inside the tent.

Eventually you settled on the couch and now the hardest part of the evening started: picking the movie.

“Can we not watch a horror movie, I don’t really like them” you anxiously announced. A series of annoyed groans were heard across the room.

“This one?” Leeknow, who was browsing through the movies asked. “No” replied Seungmin sternly. “This?” said Leeknow in a frustrated tone, clearly wanting to just pick any movie. “Nope” Seungmin answered, while make the ‘nope’ longer than usual. A sigh left Leeknow as he placed the remote down and gave up.

The remote was later picked up by Changbin, who requested all kinds of cartoons. The next holder of the remote was Han, who then requested any kind of anime he saw.

“This is never going to end” mumbled Bangchan under his breath. Jeongin took that as a clue and picked up the remote.

“Babe, what’s you favourite movie?”he asked, while staring into your eyes. Gosh, the way his hair fell perfectly on his face, and his beautiful smile was so intoxicating.

“Earth to Y/n? Helloo?” Jeongin waved his hand in front of your eyes. You realised you were in your thoughts again and your cheeks gained a slight pink blush from embarrassment.

“Oh sorry, it’s (your favourite movie)” you giggled while clinging onto Jeongin’s shoulder. The way he looked at you was a clear indicator that he was seriously in love.

“Yah, Jeongin is whipped” Hyunjin giggled while noticing his gaze upon you. His eyes looked like they had galaxies in them, sparkling with hearts.

Jeongin’s cheeks flushed from embarrassment, as it was now his turn to hide behind your neck.

“Hyung, don’t tease me” He muttered quietly, thinking that only you would hear it.

“Our baby bread is really grown up already, pulling girls” Seungmin said while patting on Jeongin’s back, showing his proudness. That resulted in him hiding even more, being too embarrassed to show his blushed state to others, which would lead into even more teasing.

“Haha, he’s blushing!” Changbin laughed while pointing his finger at Jeongin.

The rest of the night resulted in more teasing. Eventually it resulted that only you watched the movie, while the others were growing a conversation.

author’s note. i hope this was alright 😭 please reblog if you enjoyed !!