#minchan rise

[vera-ohmyotp]

The “Orange Peel Theory” Minchan version🧡🐰🐺

This theory says that we do small things for people to feel connected to them. It also says some people like eating oranges but dislike peeling them. And others don’t mind peeling oranges. So, you ask someone to peel that orange and see how they react. That’s the theory itself, but it goes beyond that.

With Minchan it would be the Egg Peel Theory and for them it means building trust. Minho doesn’t need to ask because they’re in sync with each other. They seem to be in harmony with the other’s wants and needs.

So Minho doesn’t ask because Chan is already there to help him before he can.

And seeing how independent and private they both tend to be, this is a huge thing. It means they’re so comfortable with each other they let themselves RELY on the other. Minho doesn’t feel bad for not peeling the egg because Chan would never say no to him and it’s his way of asking Chan to be there for him. And Chan likes to be the one peeling his egg because it’s his way of taking care of Minho.

It’s kinda like “If you struggle, look up and you’ll see me next to you.”

And it’s not just the orange or the egg or any other food. It’s everything they do.

It’s Chan fixing Minho’s face chain.

It’s Minho cooking Chan’s favourite dish because he misses Australia.

It’s Chan wanting Minho to baby him and no one else.

It’s Chan standing close to Minho when he’s not OK.

It’s them being there and trusting each other for the big and the tiniest things.

It’s them always finding ways to connect to the other and show that they’re there.

It’s them spending time to take care of the other in such different but genuine ways.

It’s Minchan being Minchan🐺🐰❤️

[vera-ohmyotp]

DEVASTATED😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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[skz-fanfic-recs]

best minchan fics

fake it till you fuck it by megaotaku98

MINCHAN RISEE BITCH

fake dating done right!

and there's guns so....

13,368 words ( 1 chapter )

how to seduce your boss: a 9-step program by straypossum

just..YESSS

fake dating again, but make it domestic :P

happy ending after a lot of angst and smut !

43,527 words ( 10 chapters )

my dad fell into a pool (not clickbait) by hyunnies

this was so adorable and fluffy ^^ !

if you prefer clean, smutless romances, this is perfect :))

told from the pov of seunminnie(minho's kid)

25,122 words ( 15 chapters )

[sansalealea]

THIS IS SOOOOOO NICHE, BUT...

PLS TELL ME IM NOT THE ONLY SKZ STAN & ROTTMNT FAN WHO SEES IT 🧎‍♀️🙇‍♀️

Disaster twins give me Minchan vibes.

(NOT A SHIP. T-CEST GET OUTTA HERE‼️)

Like the twins' dynamic is so minchan coded to me!

Purple, black cat boy & blue, golden retriever boy?? Is that not both the twins and minchans vibe??

IM A SUCKER FOR THE CONTRASTING BROTHERS / BESTIES TROPE RAHHHH!!! <3

Super random take, but idk man, it's been in my head!! 😭

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(Reiterating again bcs i dont want my first warning to be overlooked: i dont ship minchan in the slightest, they are real people and thats just not my jam, so this isn't me implying t-cest in any way shape or form‼️that shits nasty asf‼️ thats all, thankyou.)

[writingforstraykids]

More than friends - Chp.4

Pairing: Minho x Chan x fem!reader / Minchan x fem!reader

Word Count: 2839

Summary: Chan has trouble forgetting about the day he stumbled in on Minho and you. With Minho gone for business and stress rising he decides to take matters into his own hands...accidentally calling you instead of Min ...

Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst, smut, top!dom!chan, bottom!reader (not quite sub I think), p in v, masturbation (chan), fingering (f receiving)

A/N: As I promised, I'm tagging you @onmykneesforchanlix👀🤭~🌙

PART THREE | PART FIVE

It's been two weeks since Minho left for his trip. Two weeks since he made you whimper his name, bruising your body with kisses and loving bites. Two weeks since his fingers traveled to your most intimate places, made you slowly lose your mind and push you over the edge over and over again. Leaving for three weeks must've made him sentimental. It's also been two weeks since someone touched you, and damn, you're starting to miss it…you're not the only one. 

Two weeks ago, the night before his departure, after fucking you stupid all day while Chan was at work, Minho started searching Chan's near. You watched with interest how the very man who had ruined you in bed only hours before was now shyly gazing at his boyfriend, searching for his touch. Chan had picked up on it quite soon and promised when they thought you wouldn't hear them, that by the end of the night, Minho wouldn't know his own name anymore. That made your heartbeat drop to your lower regions in a matter of seconds. Judging by the sounds resonating through the walls, he made his promise come true, and you don't think you've ever heard Minho that wrecked before, bed slamming against your shared wall. Oh, how you longed to be in his place for one time only. 

Chan is gone a lot, working late and drowning in schedules and songs that need to be finished. You barely see him at the moment, but every morning, you wake up in his arms, his face buried in your back as he's finally asleep. He still searches your near, allowing himself to get more comfortable around you. But with Minho gone, he can't quite shake the thoughts of your first kiss and the time he walked in on you and Minho. Chan tries so hard not to think about it, feeling dirty whenever your bare body pops up in his mind and steals his breath once again. The more stressful his schedule gets, the more tense he is, and the more such thoughts slip into his mind. He really fucking misses Minho. 

Chan drags himself up the stairs to the front door of your home, blindly fumbling for his keys. His body is screaming for a release by now, but you're literally always there when he comes back home. He thought about calling Minho for help but he was pretty much always busy. So when he got to know he'd have a day off, he couldn't believe his luck. He'd just have to get you out of the house somehow. The first thing he notices is your favorite pair of sneakers missing and calling out for you, as he closes the door, he gets no answer. Chan drops his bag and races upstairs, realizing you're not here. 

He groans softly, taking his sweater off and throwing it onto the floor, his beanie and sneakers following. He quickly grabs the bottle of lube, safely stored away in the bedside table, and climbs into bed. Leaning against the headboard comfortably, he palms himself through his sweatpants, a low moan falling from his lips at that. "Fuck," he whispers to himself, quickly shuffling down his sweatpants and boxers to his knees in one go. He squeezes a generous amount of lube into the palm of his hand and gets straight to work. "Fuck, yes," he moans out in relief as soon as his hand wraps around his dick. Soft gasps fall from his lips as he strokes himself, and his eyes flutter close at the much-needed friction. His toes curl as he thinks of his beautiful boyfriend, doe brown eyes staring into his, face contorted in pleasure as soon as he takes care of him. "Min, fuck," he whispers to himself desperately, thinking of the way he feels, clenching around him, body writhing beneath him. "Oh, yes, Min baby," he chokes out, arching into his fist. His thoughts wander, and suddenly, he sees you on top of Minho before his inner eye. "Y/N, shit," he whimpers. No, stop right there. 

Chan fumbles for his phone and shakily opens his contacts. Luckily, he had both Minho and you saved with an A before your names, so he doesn't have to scroll far to contact his boyfriend. Chan's body shakes at a particularly good twist of his wrist, and his thumb presses down, calling Minho. After two rings, Chan can tell he picked up, and he's too far gone to give him a proper warning. "Minho baby," he moans out obscenely loud. "Miss you so much, fuck," he adds, speeding up the movement of his hand. "Can't stop thinking 'bout you and her that day."

Your eyes widen at how wrecked he sounds, thighs instinctively pressing together tightly. Is he touching himself? Is he thinking of Minho and you? "Channie," you breathe out. "It's…it's Y/N." 

"Y/N?!" he shrieks in panic, a soft, suppressed moan following. "Shit, sorry." 

"It's okay," you tell him, glancing around the bus nervously. Hopefully, no one can hear anything. "Are you…are you touching yourself right now?" you ask quietly, and Chan whines softly. 

His movements falter, and he urges himself to stop. The sweet sound of your voice isn't exactly helping. "I'm so sorry, I meant to call Min," he pants softly. 

You chew on your lower lip and check the monitor, noticing with relief you'll be getting off in a bit. "It's fine. Rough day?" 

"Rough two weeks," Chan admits, biting his lower lip hard as his whole body screams at him to continue his previous activity. 

"Go on then," you say, getting up as the bus approaches your station. 

"Wh-What?" he stammers. 

"I suspect you called Min to get that last push," you say, and Chan hums, barely audible. "Who says I can't do that?" you ask and hop out of the bus, crossing the street quickly. 

"Y/N," Chan whines gently. 

"You just said you're thinking about me jerking off. I think you figured out the depth of your feelings by now, haven't you?" you ask, walking down the street to the house way quicker than usual. 

"I-I guess so," he nods and bites his lower lip hard. 

"Go on," you repeat yourself and feel the heat pooling in your stomach as a groan leaves his mouth. 

Chan wraps his hand around his dick, head falling back at the needed friction. "Okay," he breathes out, starting to stroke himself again. 

"Feels good?" you ask, finally spotting your house. 

"So good," he moans, putting you on speaker. His free hand slips beneath his shirt, pinching his nipple with a delicious whine. 

"What were you thinking of?" you ask curiously, searching for your keys. 

"Thought about Min, looks so - ahh- pretty when he cums," he tells you and picks up the pace a little, hips bucking into his fist. "Thought about you, ho-how he fucked you that day," he continues. "Wished it was me and - oh fuck," he groans, frustrated, still only dancing along the edge but never falling over. 

"We can arrange that," you say, but this time he hears your voice double. Chan looks at you through half-lidded eyes, jaw slack as sounds of need leave his mouth. His hair is starting to stick to his forehead, and his shirt's only half covering his toned torso. 

"Y/N," he moans desperately, a blush creeping up his neck. 

You kick off your shoes and discard your jacket to the floor, crawling onto their bed. "I'm here," you say soothingly and climb into his lap, replacing his hand with yours. His hands grip the sheets, head falling back with a needy whimper as you start stroking him, flicking your thumb over his tip. You bite your lip as you watch him squirm beneath you and gently cup his face with your unoccupied hand. "Always so hardworking, Channie," you say softly and plant a tiny kiss on his nose. "You deserve a reward, don't you think?" you ask, kissing his forehead. 

Chan feverishly lunges forward into a kiss, lips crashing onto yours. "Take it off," he mumbles against your lips, tugging at your shirt. 

You let go of him and grind down against him instead, taking your shirt off. Chan's hands grip your hips firmly as you unclasp your bra, giving him a better view. 

He buries his face in your breasts with a soft sound, immediately licking and leaving tiny, soft bites on your warm flesh. He guides your hips, moaning softly as he feels your wet warmth, even through those lace panties you're wearing beneath your skirt. "Fuck, Y/N," he pants, rutting up against you in need. His hands travel down, grabbing your thighs, squeezing them. "Can I cum inside you?" he asks so innocently, pupils blown with lust, it makes your stomach clench. "I promise I'll make it up to you; I just really wanna cum inside you," he babbles, still guiding your hips against his. 

"You can," you encourage him and yelp in surprise when Chan throws you onto your back, hovering over you within seconds. He doesn't waste much time ripping your panties in an attempt to get them off you. 

His fingers dip between your folds, drenched in your juices in no time. "Fuck you're so wet already," he groans, lips attacking your breasts once more as he pushes the first finger inside. 

You moan softly as he eases it in, licking over your nipple. Chan sucks on your breasts with a delicious little whimper, and your hand shoots up to bury itself in his curls. "Fuck, Channie," you moan, eyes rolling back as he already adds another finger. 

"Oh baby girl, gonna fuck you so good," he promises and kisses down your neck hastily. "You sound so sweet already," he growls, and there's the third finger. 

"Chan, shit, do it already," you moan out impatiently. 

Something in him tells him to scold you for being such a brat, being impatient, and everything. Who is he kidding? He's the one desperate to be buried inside you. He pulls out his fingers, sucking them clean with a low groan before finally pushing into you. The whimpers leaving his lips at that make him blush but he can't help it. You feel so good and are exactly what he needed all week. "Oh, shit, yeah," he moans, burying his face in your neck as he gets used to being inside you. 

"Channie?" you pant softly at the pleasurable stretch, soothingly scratching his scalp. 

"Yeah?" he asks softly, pushing himself up on his arms to lock eyes with you. 

"I can take it. Whatever you need," you say, and his hips involuntarily buck forward, making you moan. 

"I-I'm not sure," he shakes his head, blushing heavily. 

"Just pretend we did that a few times already," you tell him. "We can act all romantic another time. It's been years; I can wait another day," you tell him, and his eyes darken, lips parting with a soft gasp. 

"Are you sure?" he asks, and you nod. "Words, doll," he shakes his head. 

"I'm sure," you nod firmly. 

"Color?" he asks, lovingly caressing your thigh. 

“Green,” you smile gently.

Chan starts moving, finally, massaging your walls so perfectly. Your head falls back with a loud moan, pulling at his hair as you do. Your eyes flutter close as he soon picks up the pace, pounding into you with soft whimpers and needy groans. He pushes your legs up against your chest, practically folding you in half, and buries his face in your neck, hungry kisses littering your skin. “Fuck, you feel so good, baby girl,” he slurs out, hips snapping against your skin. 

“Shit, Channie,” you choke out as his thumb meets your clit, stroking in circular motions. A needy, frustrated groan leaves his lips, and you can tell he’s holding back. “Chan.”

“Wh-What?” he asks, burying himself deeper into your neck, embarrassed by the sheer need his voice and movements are dripping with.

“Stop holding back,” you tell him, nails digging deep into his back. “Use me.”

“Y/N,” he whines softly; the mere thought is enough to make his stomach tighten painfully.

“Do it,” you moan out at another harsh snap of his hips. “Take what you need.” His next thrust has your eyes rolling into the back of your head, nails digging deep into his back and pulling at his hair. “Oh, fuck.”

Chan grabs your hands and pushes them down above your head as he pounds into you, desperately chasing his high. A string of incoherent curses mixed with your name falls from his lips, his cheeks blushing at the sheer need he’s taking you with. Fuck, you’d never let him forget that one, would you? “Y/N?” he whimpers, hips stuttering, already so worked up from before that it didn’t take long for him to get close at this pace.

“Fuck, fill me up already,” you moan out, seeing stars as he toys with your clit so perfectly. He tenses up above you only shortly after, painting your walls with his hot release. A broken sound leaves his lips, and he has trouble keeping up the rhythm of his finger against your clit. You don’t care because the intensity of the scene is enough to make you follow close, milking him dry as you clench around him. 

Chan collapses on top of you and buries his face in your neck, panting softly. “Fuck, Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he apologizes after a minute of silence. 

You giggle breathlessly and run your hand through his hair. “There’s absolutely nothing to apologize for, my dear.”

“I don’t know what the fuck just happened,” he chimes in, chuckling. “It was long overdue, I guess.”

“Mhm,” you hum softly and fondle his hair. “I guess Minho was right; we’d fuck before we talk this out.”

“God, he’ll be so pleased with himself when we tell him,” he groans.

“Leave him some fun; we’ve caused him enough headaches,” you chuckle.

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A week later, Chan and you have settled everything, deciding to be boyfriend and girlfriend from now on. Chan is driving to the airport to pick up Minho as a surprise, and you can’t stop smiling at the thought of finally seeing him again. “Y/N?” he asks gently.

“Yes, angel?” you ask, glancing at him curiously.

“How open do you want this to be?” he asks you, taking a turn left.

“You mean how many partners or-?”

“No,” he giggles. “The two of you are more than enough,” he grins, and you gently punch his arm. “I meant public wise?”

You nod slowly and search his eyes once he parked the car. “I have no issue with being your girlfriend in public. I know there’ll be people hating me for being loved by you and Min. I know some will call me all sorts of names for being together with both of you, but honestly, I don’t care.”

“You’re sure?” he checks once again, and you nod firmly. “I know Minho only told no one because of me because, honestly, he doesn’t give a fuck…so I think I’m ready now.”

“You mean let’s greet him like we would at home?” you ask, growing excited. 

“Yeah,” Chan smiles shyly and giggles as you lean over, pulling him into a firm kiss. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Damn right,” you giggle and hop out of the car. 

Chan’s hand slips into yours as you step into the airport, and you flinch back, surprised for a second, as bright lights meet you and people start screaming. “I’m here,” he promises, wrapping his arm around your waist as he guides you to Minho’s gate. “Sorry, should’ve warned you about that.”

“It’s alright; I should get used to it by now,” you snort at yourself, and Chan presses a soft kiss onto your temple.

“Neither I nor Min are,” he chuckles.

Only shortly after Minho comes down the hallway, pulling his suitcase with him and chatting with one of the managers by his side. His eyes light up as he spots the two of you, and he excuses himself, closing the distance between you. He pulls you into a tight hug, eyes widening in surprise as you kiss him. Minho doesn’t think much, having missed you too dearly, and kisses back tenderly. “Hi there, kitten,” he says softly. You smile at him and take a step back, making room for Chan. Minho searches his eyes curiously, seeming even more surprised when Chan cups his face and kisses him lovingly. “Well, that is a surprise,” he giggles happily at the pair of you.

You gently take Chan’s hand and smile at Minho. “There’s one more.”

You don’t have to explain, and Minho pulls you both into his arms, beaming. “I’m so glad you figured it out. Now let’s go home, I want all the details.”

“Told you,” Chan laughs.

“You’ll love this story,” you smirk and Chan blushes heavily. 

Minho watches him curiously before grinning. “Can’t wait.”

PART THREE | PART FIVE

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[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

Hi, for the skz prompt game part 2, what about Image 1 # 42 with hyunlix x reader?

Skz prompt game

Prompt: "I'm only here to establish an alibi."

Members: Hwang Hyunjin and Lee Felix

Relationship: Babysitters!FemReader x Hyunlix (feat. MinChan's kids!)

Genre: Fluff

(MinChan's daughters names were inspired by that one anon! IFYKYK)

"Okay, and you're sure you have all the emergency numbers." Chan asks once more, bustling around the room, grabbing up last minute toys and bottles.

"Oh my god." Hyunjin rolls his eyes from the couch. "Yes, hyung. We know how to call the hospital and Minho's mom and the closest FBI Agency."

You snort from where you're sitting on the floor beside Felix, watching him color something with Ophelia that looks abstractedly like some kind of horse.

"Christopher." Minho appears in the doorway, the baby on his hip, his expression stern and slightly exasperated. "We have to go. We're going to be late and you know that makes me piss-" He pauses, glancing to the toddler beside you and then the baby in his arms and finishes lamely, "-grumpy."

Felix grins, squinting up at Minho. "Good save, hyung."

"You be quiet." Minho quips back, shifting slightly, as Hyunjin stands and takes the baby from his arms.

"Really, we'll be fine." He assures the two men standing together now in the doorway-Minho looking impatient and Chan looking unsure-before he glances down at the baby and boops her nose, making her babble and giggle. "Right, Pen?"

"Okay." Chan sighs, reaching up to brush some stray curls back from his forehead, before he adjusts his suit jacket, glancing to Minho. "If you're sure-"

"We're sure, god." You laugh, motioning with your head toward the waiting front door. "Get the hell out of here already."

"'Heck.'" Minho corrects you firmly with a glare in your direction, his gaze sweeping to the impressionable little girl still doodling with Felix.

You stick your tongue out at him. "Get the heck out of here already."

Minho wraps his arm around his husband's waist and tugs him toward the door. "C'mon, princess. Let's go then."

"Byyyye." Hyunjin sing songs in a teasing voice, wiggling his fingers at the duo.

In his arms, Penelope giggles and tugs at a long strand of his blonde hair.

Chan gives you all one last worried look before he lets Minho pull him out of sight.

You hear the front door shut and then the car start, and then they're gone.

From the floor, Ophelia claps her hands, beaming up at Felix.

"Uncle Lix, can we go to the park?"

Felix grins and tousels the girls dark curls, so much like Chan's.

"Of course we can, FeFe. Let's get your coat."

Hyunjin grins-cat like and mischievous-at the little girl from his spot on the couch, playing with Penelope.

"Get ready, Fe, because we're about to have the best day ever."

Ophelia cheers, and you grin at Felix, as he rises to get the little girl's coat.

Hyunjin stands, hoisting the baby on his hip.

"All right gang. It's about to get crazy. Let's hit the park."

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It takes longer than originally planned to wrestle both girls into their jackets and shoes and gather all the supplies needed for a day at the park, and by the time you all finally get out the door, the girls are more than a little excited-shrieking and bouncing-and the three of you are sweating.

"Oh my god." Felix breathes out, swiping at his brow, as he snatches Ophelia as she darts by, securing her safety helmet onto her head with a snap under the chin. "I can't believe the hyungs do this every day."

"Right?" Hyunjin groans, struggling to set up the stroller, as you watch, Penelope sucking happily on her fingers from her place on your hip. "I'm never having kids."

"Seriously." Felix readily agrees, nodding, before he dashes after Ophelia to stop her from going off the sidewalk and into the street. "FeFe, wait right there!"

"Even with me?" You question teasingly, settling Penelope into the now upright stroller, buckling her in before you tuck her blanket around her chubby legs, kicking happily.

Hyunjin gives you a shocked stare.

"Especially with you." He retorts back. "Your kids would be absolute terrors."

"Ah baby." You coo, leaning over to press a quick kiss to the corner of his full lips with a smile. "C'mon. They'd be so cute."

Felix arrives, dragging a resisting Ophelia by the upper arm, breathing heavily.

"They'd be so cute." He agrees, having caught the tail end of the conversation, as he carefully releases Ophelia and watches her warily for any sign she's going to dart again.

When she doesn't he pats her on her helmeted head and gives her her little push scooter, which she takes happily and begins to ride down the sidewalk.

Hyunjin pushes the stroller, and you all follow behind.

"But hear me out-" Hyunjin argues, maneuvering the stroller over a rough patch of sidewalk, as Penelope babbles happily and throws around a rattle.

Felix narrowly saves Ophelia from tipping over on her scooter and then returns back to your sides.

"-What if we just don't have our own kids-" Hyunjin continues, glancing down to check on Penelope, whose face is barely visible beneath the brim of her pink sunhat. "-and just borrow everyone else's? That way, we can have kid time, but give them back before they ruin our lives completely."

"Genius." You reply back dryly, and narrowly avoid him swinging out a hand to hit you.

"I dunno." Felix muses, as you turn the corner and the park comes into view. "My kids would be pretty fucking cute."

"You can't say that in front of them!" Hyunjin hisses back, glaring, referring to the swear word Felix had just let slip.

While glaring, he completely misses a crack in the sidewalk and stumbles, almost losing hold of the stroller.

"Fuck!"

Ophelia stops just ahead of you, staring at Hyunjin, her eyes wide, and then loudly parrots out, "Fuck!"

"Oh shit." Felix mutters beneath his breath, eyes wide.

You choke on your spit, and Hyunjin promptly loses all color in his face.

Ophelia, unaware of the terror she's just caused, happily begins pushing her scooter again in the direction of the park, humming over and over beneath his breath, without a care in the world, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Minho-hyung's gonna kill you." Felix whispers out, voice lowered, as if he's worried the man in question can already hear you.

"Correction-" You mutter back, watching the toddler go on her merry way. "-Minho will probably think it's funny. Chan is definitely gonna kill you."

"Oh god." Hyunjin groans, and Penelope shrieks happily from inside the stroller, as if echoing her uncle's very clear turmoil.

"Well." Felix grimaces, staring after Ophelia again. "At least you didn't teach her something worse."

"Worse? Worse?" Hyunjin croaks out, pushing the stroller after Felix, his face full of disbelief. "What could be worse than 'fuck'?!"

Felix shrugs, glancing over his shoulder.

"I mean. Her dad's from down under. And in Australia, one of the most commonly used curse words is cun-"

"Felix!"

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"Okay, trust me, FeFe, this is gonna be awesome."

You glance up at Felix's voice from where you're sitting in the shade of a tree with the baby, happily playing with toys on a blanket you had spread out.

He's standing at the start of the monkey bars, ready to swing across, and Ophelia is behind him, watching with wide eyes.

"Uncle Felix is totally gonna biff it, Fe, watch." Hyunjin crows from the ground below, hand over his eyes to shield against the afternoon sun as he stares up at them.

Felix shoots him a glare, and easily swings the length of the monkey bars.

"Aha!" He announces triumphantly, pointing at Hyunjin. "Still got it!"

Hyunjin rolls his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say."

He steps up to help Ophelia cross the monkey bars next, holding her up from below, and both he and Felix clap when she makes it across, beaming proudly as she sets her feet down on the safety of the playground once more.

Felix retreats to sit beside you in the shade, reaching for a water bottle, his face red from the heat of the sun, as Hyunjin swings a giggling Ophelia onto his shoulders and heads in the direction of the slides.

Penelope coos at the sight of him and reaches up from where she's precariously sitting, stretching her arms to Felix.

"C'mere, Pen." Felix says, reaching down and pulling her onto his lap, settling her comfortably in the cross of his legs.

You laugh-she looks like a little bird in a big nest.

Penelope grasps the toy Felix offers her in a chubby fist and contentedly shoves it into her mouth without another sound.

Somewhere within the park, Ophelia shrieks.

"What, you'd rather sit in the shade with me and Pen than play on the hot, twisty slides with Hyunjin and Fe?" Felix asks you, giving you a sidelong grin, as you reach for a package of crisps and hand one to the baby in his lap.

"Actually-" You retort, giving him a smirk, taking the water bottle from him and gulping a swig. "-I'm just here to establish an alibi." You motion with your head in the direction Hyunjin and Ophelia had disappeared. "When Chan kills him for teaching his daughter to swear, I can tell the police that I haven't even interacted with him or been in his vicinity since this morning."

"Ah." Felix laughs, leaning over to press a kiss to your temple. "Smart."

"Hey!"

The call of Hyunjin's voice, closer now, draws you and Felix's attention, as he appears around the slide, Ophelia on his back, piggy back style.

He waves you down as he gets closer.

"I taught Fe a new word!"

"Oh god." Felix groans from beside you.

"Yeah!" Hyunjin nods excitedly, swinging Ophelia to her feet beside the two of you. "Tell them what I taught you, Fe."

Ophelia sits down beside Felix on the blanket, Penelope giggling at her sister's presence, and points directly at her uncle, before announcing proudly, "Uncle Felix is a bottom!"

You choke on your spit and instantly crack up.

Felix looks like he's going to hand over the baby and murder Hyunjin right then and there.

Ophelia just looks triumphant, her rosy little cheeks red from the sun, as she leans over to steal one of Penelope's crisps.

"Pretty good, right?" Hyunjin arches a brow, smirking at you both now.

Felix sighs. "How're you gonna explain that one to the hyungs?"

Hyunjin plops down on the blanket beside you, stealing the water bottle from your hands and taking a swig with a grin.

He gives a little shrug. "Easy. I'll just tell them we taught her about bunk beds."

"We don't own one." You point out with a little giggle, swiping the water bottle back.

"We will after this." Felix mutters beneath his breath, glancing down at the babbling baby in his lap. "You're my witness, Pen, Uncle Hyunjin is not sleeping in the same bed as Uncle Felix again."

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"Oh, my babies!" Chan bursts into the living room, sweeping up Ophelia and Penelope in one swoop, snuggling them to him and pressing dozens of kisses to their heads and cheeks as both girls giggle wildly. "Daddy missed you!"

"You act like you were gone for days." Hyunjin scoffs from his position on the couch, watching lazily as Felix cleans up crayons off the floor. "You literally saw them three hours ago."

Chan fixes your boyfriend with a stern look over his daughters' heads. "Hwang Hyunjin, you'll understand someday when-"

"I'm a parent. Yeah, yeah, yeah, hyung." Hyunjin rolls his eyes, waving the older man off. "Still don't think I'll be half as clingy as you."

"How were they?" Minho asks, coming up beside Chan to take Penelope from his arms, pinching the baby's full cheeks lightly as she smiles toothlessly up at him. "Everyone's alive, I see, so it couldn't have gone too badly."

"Speak for yourself, hyung." Hyunjin says as he pushes himself upright on the couch, stretching with a yawn and a triumphant look in Felix's direction. "I decimated Felix with a pretty sick burn earlier."

Felix flips him off where the girls' can't see.

"I wasn't worried about any of you hooligans' well being." Minho replies dryly, glancing down at Penelope, happily chewing on a toy in his arms. "My babies are perfect angels, and you're lucky to get to spend time with them. I was worried about leaving them with all of you."

"We were also perfect angel babies." You quip back, giving him an innocent sweet grin as he glares at you. "We went to the park and had the best time."

Something wicked comes across Felix's face as he sits back on his heels, glancing to Chan and Minho, before his gaze sweeps to Hyunjin.

"Yeah, and Hyunjin taught FeFe a new word."

"Oh really?" Chan exclaims, glancing down at Ophelia, his eyes sparkling.

"Oh yeah. It was great." You join in with a dangerous smirk in Hyunjin's direction, ignoring the panic in his eyes and the desperate swipes of his hand across his throat, silently signaling shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up.

Minho narrows his eyes between the three of you.

Felix's grin grows wider. "Fe, why don't you tell your daddies the new word you learned from Uncle Hyunjin?"

"Yeah, why don't you?" You encourage, staring at the toddler held in Chan's arms, looking between her dad's with wide, innocent eyes.

"Oh god." Hyunjin groans, sitting ramrod straight on the couch, his entire body tense and ready, as if he's preparing to flee at any moment.

"What word did you learn, baby?" Chan asks sincerely, because leave it to Chan to see the best in people and misread the room.

Minho is staring at Hyunjin with something akin to murder on his features.

Ophelia pops her sucker out from her mouth after a few more contented sucks, and with a giant grin aimed at her father, announces loudly and proudly, "Fuck!"

Chan's eyes go wide and his mouth drops open.

"Hwang Hyunjin. I'm going to k-i-l-l you." Minho growls, his stare leveled on Hyunjin, who is trying his best to escape the room without notice.

"I swear it was an accident, hyung, I didn't even mean to say it-"

"You should run, Hyun." Felix says gleefully, watching everything with bright eyes and a large grin. "Before hyung loses his cool entirely and f-u-c-k-s you up."

Minho hands the baby to Chan and stalks toward the retreating Hyunjin.

Hyunjin makes for the door with a shriek and a mad dash, Minho close on his heels.

"S-h-i-t!"

[verrerdises]

shangri-la | dongheon x reader

Summary || Through a friend of a friend, you have been invited to some rich boy's birthday ball. Although large crowds aren't your thing, you've always wanted to go to a ball-themed event. However, you had not expected to soon be living out a modern fairy-tale.

Word count || 1.6k

He should've known it'd catch up to him. As soon as he entered his 20s, it's all everyone around him would talk about–

When are you getting married?

Are you talking to anyone?

You should meet this person!

And all he gave was an awkward smile. He didn't want to disappoint anyone, but how could he explain that he doesn't want to be with just anyone? Maybe it's all from all the stuff he's grown up watching, but the idea of having a romantic love had always enticed him. Not simply the cheesy romance, like talking in a cafe, but the hopeless type. The type only seen in, well, Disney movies.

There were times he'd often stare out the window and picture a grand ball. He'd stand idly by until his eyes caught a figure by themselves. As he mustered the courage to talk to them, the crowd between them would part, allowing him a direct passage to this dream person.

Divulging in this fantasy with others mainly resulted in eyes rolling or laughter. People told him to be realistic and use a dating app like everyone else. However, when his family proposed doing a grand celebration for his birthday, he jumped on the opportunity and blurted out that he wants it to be a modern ball. Of course, he won some odd looks, but the idea was accepted and promptly executed.

Although, now that he's standing here, scanning the crowd, reality started to kick in. How in the hell is he supposed to approach someone when he's... him? A handsome face, yes, but past date attempts have been all too truthful about his awkward personality. He was letting out a deep sigh, when he was interrupted by his friend's voice, "Staring's rude, you know." Minchan smiled teasingly at him.

"You scared me..." Dongheon muttered.

Minchan's smile dropped. "Ohh, no pouting or whining? Something's gotta be wrong." He nudged the other's shoulder. "What? Haven't had your Disney moment?"

"Hush." Dongheon frowned as he attempted to swallow down the embarrassment from rising. Then, he sighed again. "I don't know, I thought things would be different–"

"Well," Minchan patted his back, "you can't expect to find your dream person just standing here. I saw some potential people staring up at you..." He sighed and suddenly squished his friend's cheeks together with a hand, "Such a pretty face and it's wasting away up here!" He laughed as Dongheon swatted his hand away.

"Easy for you to say!" Dongheon huffed as he fixed himself back up. "You can just walk up to anyone and have them melt. With your dumb deep voice and stupid curly hair–" He began to grumble. Minchan hummed in agreement, but his gaze was directed elsewhere. "Hold that thought. Why don't you watch me at work? See how it's done." He hurried down the steps without hearing a response from the other. The birthday prince scoffed in disbelief, electing to ignore him instead.

He was getting tired of standing idly though...

Another sigh was about to leave him when his eyes caught something. Someone. They were by themselves, leaning against a pillar. Even from this distance, he noted the slight sparkle in their eyes, a secret eagerness to join the dancing. Before he knew it, his feet began to move. He weaved through the crowd, muttering quiet excuses. He was afraid of breaking his gaze. As if they'll disappear in a blink.

He barely heard his name being called.

Someone suddenly grabbed his arm. He turned his head to see it was a young woman. One he was actually trying to avoid throughout the night. Still, he smiled politely and asked, "Need something? I have somewhere to b–"

"You haven't touched the floor at all!" she pouted. "Come on, just one dance? I've been practicing this for weeks..."

He furrowed his brow, "How can you practice this–?" But was yanked back to the center of the floor. His head snapped back to the stranger; they were still there, now checking their phone. Oh no, they're getting bored. Dongheon bit back an irritated sigh as he returned to the woman dragging him. He forced a smile at her, even as she tried to pull them closer together as they danced.

Fortunately, he towered over her, and whenever he could, he would raise his head to check in on the stranger. Oh, this wasn't how he imagined it at all! He couldn't let this opportunity slip away so easily. That's when he noticed the other dancers. They were switching partners!

As soon as another duo came close, he passed the woman along. He... almost fell forward, though, considering her death grip on him, but he managed to break free from her. Okay, all he has to do is keep doing this and somehow... somehow get to them.

If this is who fate wants him to be with, then he'll fight tooth and nail!

The music began to swell in his ears, his moves energized by determination. It was a bit tricky at first, finding the timing, but nothing he couldn't handle. Within moments, he was weaving through the crowd and, bit by bit, was inching closer to his goal. As he was reaching them, though, he noticed how fast his heart was beating. He could see their features more clearly. His stomach twisted. No, there's no way he can talk to someone so–!

Their eyes met.

And the stranger smiled. It's a miracle Dongheon was holding onto someone, otherwise he would've fallen forward right then and there. He whipped his head back, eyes darting nervously. Reality was finally catching up to him. But he's so close! He can't be his own demise. Finally, he took in a deep breath and relaxed. Just a few more steps–

"Aw, just one dance, please?"

His head jerked up at the familiar voice. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted his other friend pulling the stranger to a dance. "Kangmin!" he hissed at him. Kangmin looked up and merely gave him that stupid, plotting smile. Oh, he's going to kill that boy one day.

But he kept his eyes on the pair as he danced and continued to switch partners. Compared to Kangmin's outgoing nature, the stranger appeared to be a bit shy and avoided eye contact. His heart melted pathetically at their blush and awkward smile.

But his feet were beginning to ache. How long have they been dancing? Is this really what fate has in store for him? To be this close and yet–?

"Oh! I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you like that..."

Being in his own head, he barely recognized that he's switched partners. He stared wide-eyed at the stranger. They're so much more lovely up close. His voice caught in his throat, but he quickly cleared it. "It's okay!" he winced at his own voice cracking. "It's fine. I, um..." Oh, come on, Dongheon! Get it together–

"It's my first time doing something like this," they muttered, avoiding his gaze. "I don't go out very often... but my friends insisted." He noticed they began to ramble quietly. But it gave him a chance to relax. A smile slowly appeared and he gently readjusted their hands. His head tilted to the side. He wanted to see their eyes so badly– to see that sparkle.

"... Your hands are sweaty." they softly add. It snapped him out of his thoughts and an embarrassed blush swiftly rose up. "Sorry, I–" he stumbled through an apology, but when he tried to pull his hands away, their grip tightened. It's when he noticed their subtle trembling. "And yours are shaking," he retorted.

Their head shot up, and his breath hitched in his throat. Such a beautiful color...

"W... Well, of course I'm shaking a little," they grumbled, "got me dancing with a pretty man–"

He raised an amused brow. "Pretty man?" He subtly pulled them closer. "What about the other guy you danced with?"

"What? Him?" They shrug their shoulders. "He's cute, but not really my type."

"So... what is your type?" Dongheon innocently asked. His thumb began to gently rub over their knuckle. He could see the red appearing on their face. They were avoiding eye contact again.

"M...My type?" they repeat. "Um, I... I don't know. Tall, dark hair, pretty face... I like someone awkward, though. I think it's cute," They look up at them as they speak. Now, it was his turn to feel the heat. "Haha," he swallowed a lump as a stupid, cheesy joke was thought up, "well, I think... I think I know someone who checks all the boxes."

"Do you?" They laugh softly. "Tell me, what's their name?"

"Dongheon..." He answered sheepishly and held a smile to match, "You know, it's his birthday today."

"Hm? Oh, I didn't know that. Think you can introduce me to the birthday boy?" Their smile grew wider. Ohh, they're toying with him badly. But he mustered up his own smile, "Y... Yeah, I think I can."

They hum in appreciation then look off to the side. "Dongheon..." they quietly repeat. He thought it was them calling him, so he responded, "Hm?"

"It's a pretty name. I like it." He squeezed their hand in response. He can't tell if he's getting better or worse as time goes on.

"I bet yours is prettier," he tilted his head. It earned him another laugh, which caused his heart to flutter. "It's (y/n)." they reply.

"(y/n)... Ha, I was right." He smiled warmly. "Well, (y/n), do you... want to talk somewhere quieter?"

"I thought you'd never ask," they sighed, "My feet are starting to kill me."

He burst out laughing and all too eagerly grasped their hand to pull them out of the dancing circle. As he tugged them along, he spotted people staring. Kangmin gave him a thumbs-up, Minchan did a little salute, and that one annoying girl stared daggers at (y/n). But he didn't care what anyone had to do or say.

It wasn't a picture perfect fairytale, but it was pretty damn close. 

|| Part of the My House collection ||

[dreamofbona]

thanks @mrsandypants for tagging me!!

RULES: bold the ones that are true & tag 10 people to do it.

APPEARANCE

I have blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES & TALENTS

I play a sport // I can play an instrument // I am artistic // I know more than one language // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during work or school breaks // I can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIP

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I have a crush // I have a few best friends who I’ve known for ten years // my parents are together // I have dated my best friend // I am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend // I met up with someone I have met online

AESTHETICS

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sun rise // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colors // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // winter is my favorite season

MISCELLANEOUS

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least 3 dogs

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this was super fun, so thx again andy for tagging me!!

tagging: @sobun1est @csmicvrse @hello-flosch @kpopstanmeg @skz-minchan-enthusiast @vizstars @misokei@cha3w0n-hearts@heefys @wiltspring

[tasteracha]

lino and you have danced around each other. only conversations of what you would do to each other. you still have needs so you hook up with his roommate chan. you think you're being discrete during movie night but lino knows exactly whats going on under the blanket. he gives you quiet instructions on how to take chan. you dont come until he mouths the words to you from across the couch.

oh fuck. bonus props if him and chan had talked about this beforehand, how they would fuck you best, how they could ruin you together WAH.

so chan knows the entire time but pretends not to because he wants you to feel that bright hot embarrassment at being caught by minho. the shame rising in you from needing his instructions.

god i just want to be in the middle of a minchan sandwich

[anautumncarol]

So I came across this and I now have a new concept:

SKZ ships as enemies from the beginning of an enemies to lovers fanfic or AU.

First one up is Minchan. I had in mind a CEO Bang Chan who gets a hit put on him and the assassin is, drumroll please...

Minho!!

Okay so basically Minho is very good at his job, tracks Chan down and manages to corner him in no time, however, what he doesn’t expect is for Chan to always be one step ahead and so it’s a massive game of cat and mouse in which Minho continually gets more and more frustrated and as his frustration rises so does his determination to finally assassinate his target. However, something he doesn’t expect is that as they continue to see each other and he carries on getting closer and closer to killing Chan, Minho starts hesitating with the trigger. He doesn’t know why but he supposes he doesn’t want the chase to be over, no matter the frustration that Chan’s permanent elusiveness brings him.

Paired with some dubiously threatening flirting and sexy sexy knife point tension, their relationship starts to grow a bit more than just assassin-target and arguably starts morphing into a very peculiar acquaintanceship.

This is heavily inspired by “But you won’t” by Dulcetchan on ao3, their fanfictions are absolutely amazing and this one is no exception.

(template credits @/pinkbat5)

[perchingominouslysmwh]

TAG 9 PEOPLE YOU WANT TO GET TO KNOW BETTER!

@isjeonginsoup Thanks for the tag, soup!!

Three Ships:

KANEJ (Nuff said XD)

Kaider (Kai and Cinder from the Lunar Chronicles)

Lockyle recently (Lucy and Lockwood from lockwood and co. :3) 

Last Song:

Ateez- ROCKY (boxer ver)

(i’ve listened to this song more times than i would care to admit XD)

Last Movie:

The Wind Rises- which was so beautifully animated and really got my Thoughts going with all the coziness of a ghibli movie so like- yes.

Currently Reading:

Too many things lol probably a fanfic but but in terms of Books i am rereading Six of Crows and Howl’s Moving Castle (look away i am obsessed xD), and am halfway through ‘I Want to Die But I Want to Eat Tteokbokki’ and ‘We Free the Stars’

Currently Consuming:

Nothing, though I should be consuming breakfast probably XD

Currently Craving:

Good question- pizza i think XD or chips :> (and as always, ice cream and coffee- i am never not craving those lol)

Tagging: @skz-minchan-enthusiast @isjeonginsoup (though you’ve already done this but i’d like to get to know you better in general XD) @decaf-flamingo  @smileyoureoncamera @aliceu

[pastrypixie]

another song just dropped I’M THRIVING!!!!

[kangnaengi]

Minchan’s birthday has been finally confirmed by his mother to be August 27th at 2:20pm!

[eylicious]

Im sucker for banginho//minchan right now

[writingforstraykids]

My heart remains with you

Pairing: Minchan

Word Count: 4430

Summary: Prince Minho, the neglected second son of the king finds a dear friend in Chan who later becomes his knight. When war parts them the lines of friendship and love start to blur.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst, friends to lovers, knight!chan, prince!min, first kiss, cheesy af

A/N: This has been requested by my dear unnie @skzoologist and I've had so much fun writing this yesterday🤭 I hope you guys enjoy this little Minchan au🖤

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

The Kingdom of Elyria was renowned for its beauty, with landscapes sprawling across temperate forests, serene lakes, and majestic mountains. However, the true splendor lay within the walls of the Lee Castle, a grand structure of ancient stone and sprawling gardens, perched atop a hill that overlooked the capital city. Here resided the royal family, rulers of Elyria for generations.

Minho, the second son of the King, was often overshadowed by his elder brother, the crown prince. Where he was charismatic and warrior-like, fitting the mold of a future king, Minho was introspective and bookish, with a quiet demeanor and a sharp mind that gravitated towards scholarly pursuits. His mother, the Queen, often said that while his brother was born to rule, Minho was born to think.

From a young age, Minho felt the heavy cloak of neglect that often accompanies the life of a second son in a royal dynasty. The court paid him little attention, focusing their ambitions and hopes on his brother. Minho's days were largely spent wandering the vast halls of Lee Castle, exploring its many secrets, from dusty old libraries filled with ancient tomes to forgotten corridors that echoed with the whispers of the past.

His solitude was broken the day Chan entered his life. The son of a lesser noble who had fallen on hard times, Chan was sent to Lee Castle to serve as Minho’s page. He was quiet, observant, and meticulously responsible, qualities that quickly made him indispensable to Minho. What started as a formal relationship, bound by duty and station, soon blossomed into a genuine friendship. Chan was Minho's gateway to the world outside the scholarly nooks he favored. Through Chan's eyes, Minho learned about the people of Elyria, the struggles of the lesser nobility, and the realities of life beyond the castle walls.

Together, they would sneak out of the castle under the guise of night, exploring the city disguised as commoners. These escapades provided Minho with a perspective of his kingdom that books could not offer, and they instilled in him a sense of responsibility towards his people, a trait that his tutors found most peculiar for a royal second son.

As they grew older, their roles within the castle solidified. Minho took on more scholarly duties, often advising his father on matters of law and history, while Chan trained in the arts of warfare and strategy, rising in rank among the knights of Elyria. Despite their increasingly divergent paths, their friendship remained steadfast. Chan was always there, a protective shadow, ensuring Minho’s safety during their covert outings and supporting him in his scholarly debates against dismissive courtiers.

Their favorite haunt was the castle’s oldest garden, an overgrown labyrinth of flowering vines and ancient statues, hidden behind the west wing, rarely visited by others. It was here that they shared their deepest fears and greatest hopes. Minho confessed his anxieties about being forgotten, a relic in the shadow of his brother’s destiny, while Chan spoke of his desire to restore his family's honor.

As they sat beside a crumbling fountain, under the shade of a towering oak, Minho realized that Chan had become more than a friend or a confidant. He was his anchor, holding Minho steady in the turbulent seas of royal life. In return, Minho offered Chan a vision of a future where friendship and loyalty defined a man’s worth, not just birth or title.

This friendship, deepened through shared secrets and dreams under the canopy of stars, laid the foundation for a bond that would, in time, challenge the very traditions of their world. But in those early days, it was simply the prince and his knight, finding solace and understanding in each other’s company, building a friendship that would one day be tested by the trials of war, duty, and the heart.

-

Under the celestial tapestry of the night sky, the garden was a tranquil sanctuary, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. It was here, amidst the whisper of leaves and the gentle fragrance of night-blooming flowers, that Minho and Chan found themselves, seeking solace from the demands of their lives at court. 

Minho, with his head resting comfortably against Chan’s chest, could hear the steady beat of his heart—a reassuring rhythm in the quiet of the night. The sounds of the castle seemed distant here, as if the garden were not part of the kingdom but a separate realm altogether. Chan’s hand was gentle as it stroked Minho’s hair, a touch that spoke of deep affection and understanding.

“Chan,” Minho began, his voice a mere whisper, mingling with the rustling leaves around them. “Do you ever think about what life might be like, years from now? When the responsibilities of the crown are mine to bear?”

Chan paused, considering the weight of the question. Minho's brother had been sick often over the years and it seemed to worsen each time. The possibility was given and widened with each time. “I do,” he admitted softly. “I think about it more often than I probably should. But in every vision of the future, I see myself by your side. Maybe not as a knight, perhaps not even as a noble, but always as your confidant, your protector.”

Minho shifted slightly, turning to look up at Chan, his eyes reflecting the silver light of the moon. “Even if the path I walk takes us far from everything we know? Even if the crown leads me into storms I must weather?”

“Especially then,” Chan replied, his voice firm with conviction. “Every king needs a steady hand to hold in the darkest hours. If the fates allow, I would be that hand for you, Minho.”

The prince smiled, comforted by the sincerity in Chan’s words. “I often dream of a future where our kingdom is at peace, where our days are not dictated by tradition and duty but by what is just and good. I dream of a court where the ideas of every man, noble or not, are heard and valued.”

“And I,” Chan added, “dream of a time when our friendship need not be hidden in the shadows of these gardens, when the world can see the strength of our bond and know it for the force it is.”

They envisioned a kingdom that thrived on innovation and diplomacy, where scholars and warriors alike debated in halls as grand as those reserved for feasts. They saw a court that celebrated the arts, where music and poetry flourished, resonating through the corridors of Lee Castle.

“Perhaps,” Minho mused, his imagination alight with possibility, “we could open the castle's libraries to the people, let knowledge be a bridge between the crown and those it serves.”

Chan nodded, his chest swelling with pride at Minho’s ideas. “And the armies could be reformed too, trained not just in combat, but in the arts of peace. They could be protectors of the realm’s ideals, not just its borders.”

They talked on, each vision they shared weaving a tapestry richer than the last. In their kingdom, justice would be tempered with mercy, power with humility. They saw a future where their own union could become a symbol of the unity they hoped to foster throughout the realm.

As the hours waned, Minho’s voice grew weary, yet his spirit was alight with hope. “Do you think it’s possible, Chan? That we might really see such days?”

Chan’s response was a gentle squeeze, reassuring and strong. “With you as king? I believe the future holds great promise. And I will do everything in my power to see it realized. Together, we could craft a legacy that will outlast us both.”

The night deepened around them, the stars wheeling overhead in their slow dance. In the quiet that followed, filled only with the sounds of the night and the closeness of their breathing, Minho felt a profound gratitude for the man beside him. Here in the garden, with Chan’s warmth enveloping him, the fears and uncertainties of the future seemed distant. For now, it was enough to dream, to plan, and to believe in the potential of their shared visions.

As dawn began to paint the horizon with strokes of pink and gold, Minho and Chan rose from their place among the flowers. They returned to the castle, their steps light with the intimate joy of shared secrets and cherished dreams. The garden remained behind them, a silent witness to their hopes, holding the promise of their return.

Their conversation that night, under the watchful gaze of the stars, would be remembered in the years to come as a declaration of intent—an oath made not just to each other, but to the future they dared to envision. In their hearts, they carried the seeds of change, nurtured by the strength of their unity and the depth of their resolve. As they stepped back into the roles demanded by their birthright, they did so with a newfound purpose, ready to face whatever challenges awaited with the knowledge that they would not face them alone.

-

As the shadows of dusk fell over Lee Castle, the usual sounds of laughter and clinking glasses from the dining hall were replaced by the clanging of armor and the murmur of tense voices. The atmosphere was charged with a palpable sense of urgency; Elyria was on the brink of war with its long-time rival kingdom to the north, and every soul within the castle walls felt the looming threat of battle.

Minho, usually a pillar of calm and reason, found himself wandering the castle's corridors with a restlessness that mirrored the unease gripping his heart. His days were filled with drawing maps and devising strategies, yet he felt sidelined, his efforts overshadowed by his brother’s bold, commanding presence. Everywhere he looked, the preparations for war were in full swing, yet in this bustling activity, Minho felt an acute sense of isolation.

As night descended, Minho sought refuge in the one place that had always offered him solace—the hidden garden where countless memories of his childhood with Chan lingered in the perfumed air and rustling leaves. It was here, under the canopy of ancient trees and starlight, that he awaited Chan’s arrival, the weight of impending separation heavy on his shoulders.

Chan appeared at the edge of the garden, his silhouette outlined by the moonlight, his armor casting a metallic glow. Seeing Chan in full knight's attire, prepared for battle, struck Minho with a wave of emotion. Chan’s stride was confident, but as he drew closer, Minho could see the gravity of the situation reflected in his eyes.

They sat together beside the old, moss-covered fountain, their spot for heartfelt conversations. The air around them was cool and fragrant, filled with the scent of night jasmine and the distant sound of the castle’s preparations.

“Promise me you’ll return,” Minho whispered, his voice barely above a hush, betraying his fear of losing his closest friend, the one constant in his life.

Chan turned to face him, his expression serious. “I promise,” he replied, his voice steady but his eyes revealing the strain of the commitment he was making. “I will come back to you, Minho. You must believe that.”

Minho nodded, trying to mask his anxiety with a semblance of a smile. “I will hold you to that promise, Chan. You have always been my protector, my confidant. I cannot fathom facing the future without you.”

Chan reached out, taking Minho’s hands in his. “And you are my reason to return. Whatever battles we face, remember that my heart remains with you.” He paused, squeezing Minho’s hands gently. “In my absence, I need you to promise me something too.”

“Anything,” Minho replied, the intensity of the moment drawing him closer to Chan.

“Keep the kingdom steady. Use your intellect, your wisdom. You know the court, the politics, the people. Guide them, Minho. Help them see the path of peace and reason. Your voice can be just as mighty as any sword.”

Minho felt the weight of Chan’s request settle on him, a mantle he was now ready to accept. “I will do my best. I will keep Elyria safe, for you.”.

As dawn broke, coloring the sky in hues of pink and orange, Chan stood, his armor clinking softly. He pulled Minho to his feet, embracing him tightly, a silent promise passing between them. They lingered there, in the embrace, until the first calls of the morning birds signaled the unavoidable arrival of the day.

Minho didn't know what came over him but he cupped Chan's face and pressed a short, soft kiss on his forehead. “To keep you safe, my strong knight,” he whispered and Chan's face softened. 

He brought Minho's hand to his lips, kissing his knuckles gently. “Never lose hope, my dear prince,” he told him.

Chan stepped back, armor gleaming in the new light, and with one last reassuring nod, he turned and walked away, his figure gradually swallowed by the mists of the early morning. Minho watched him go, the promise of his safe return a flickering flame against the darkness of his fears. Tears burned in his eyes once he was alone and he hugged himself tightly. Never lose hope. 

As the sounds of the castle waking reached his ears, Minho turned back to the empty garden, his resolve hardened. He would rise to the challenge Chan had left him; he would be the voice of reason Elyria needed, awaiting the day he could once again share this secret sanctuary with Chan.

Three years later

The war that had ravaged the lands and darkened the souls of many finally drew to a close after three long years. Minho had spent those years in a state of perpetual worry, each day stretched thin by the fear and hope that war naturally inspires. Chan’s letters were his only solace, rare as they were, each one treasured and read over until the words seemed to echo in the halls of Lee Castle itself.

My dear Minho,

I find myself in a rare moment of peace, and my thoughts turn to you and the sanctuary of our garden. I recall the fragrance of the blooming night jasmine, the way the moonlight filters through the leaves. These memories sustain me in ways rations and rest cannot. I long for the day when I can leave this behind and return to where my heart remains. To you.

Hold fast to our dreams; they are the beacon guiding me back to you.

With all my heart, Chan.

Minho, in the quiet after his official duties, would retreat to their garden, where he penned his replies, each word a thread in the tapestry of hope he wove for both their sakes.

Dearest Chan,

Your letter arrived on a cool, starlit night, much like those we’ve shared. I read your words beneath our oak, where the shadows seem less fearsome with you in mind. The garden grows wild in your absence, each vine and flower straining towards the sun, much as I reach for our promised tomorrow.

Stay safe, my friend, for Elyria, and for me.

Always, Minho.

When the declaration of peace finally reached the castle, Minho could scarcely believe it. The relief was overwhelming, tempered only by the anticipation of Chan’s return. He arranged for the garden to be restored to its former glory, wanting Chan to return not just to Elyria, but to the beauty they had once cultivated together.

As Minho sat under the oak, his gaze fixed on the path that led to the garden, he held a crumpled piece of the last letter Chan had sent him, reading and rereading the words that had offered him solace through the darkest days.

Min, my dear,

Peace is upon us, and I am coming home. The thought of seeing you, of standing in our garden, and shedding this armor weighs on my heart with a sweet ache. I am weary, Minho, changed by the shadows I’ve seen, but I hold onto the light of your friendship, knowing it will guide me back from the brink.

Prepare the garden; I am carrying seeds from across the lands we’ve marched—let’s plant new life together, foster growth from the ashes of destruction.

See you soon, my brave prince.

Chan.

My dearest Channie,

By the time this letter reaches you, I hope to be counting merely hours until your return. The garden is waiting, the foxgloves and lilies have blossomed, and I’ve taken to reading aloud in the afternoons, foolishly pretending it’s to you. The castle has felt emptier without your laughter and your steady presence.

I wait for you, my friend, with a heart full of stories to share and an ear eager to hear yours. Come back to us, to me, soon.

Yours, always and forever,

Minho.

On the day of Chan’s return, Minho waited in the garden, their sanctuary and witness to the depths of their bond. The air was fragrant with the scent of fresh blooms, a soft breeze playing among the leaves, as if nature itself was celebrating Chan’s return.

As Chan stepped into the garden, his armor shed and replaced by the simple garb of a knight at peace, his eyes found Minho’s, and for a moment, it was as if no time had passed at all. They moved towards each other almost instinctively, their embrace a testament to the years of waiting, of hoping, and of holding on.

“Minho,” Chan murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I made it back.”

“You did,” Minho replied, his own voice choked by tears. “Just as you promised.”

They stood there, in the heart of the garden, unable to let go, each touch and breath a reaffirmation of their connection. The war had changed them, undoubtedly. Chan’s eyes held shadows, his smile touched by a melancholy that hadn’t been there before. But here, in the embrace of his closest friend, there was a sense of coming home, of the weight lifting, if only for a moment.

As they finally stepped back, hands still clasped between them, Minho looked up at Chan with a small, hopeful smile. “Let’s walk,” he suggested, guiding them down the familiar paths, their steps slow as they reacquainted themselves not just with the garden, but with each other.

They talked of many things—of the war, of those they had lost, of the future. Chan spoke of the battles, but more of the men and women he fought alongside, of the small acts of bravery and kindness that had illuminated the darkest days. Minho listened, his heart aching for the pain and pride woven through Chan’s words, offering his silent support and understanding.

As the sun set, painting the sky with strokes of gold and crimson, they found themselves by the old fountain, its waters murmuring softly in the background. Minho reached out, tracing a scar on Chan’s arm, a new addition since the war. “It seems we both have scars to bear,” he said softly.

Chan looked at him, a gentle acknowledgment in his gaze. His fingers traced the scar located on Minho's stomach through layers of fabric, still knowing exactly where to find it. “Yes, but we’ll bear them together, won’t we?”

Minho nodded, squeezing Chan’s hand. “Together,” he affirmed.

In the sanctuary of their garden, with the shadows of war slowly fading into the background, Minho and Chan rediscovered the strength of their bond. Here, in the twilight of their reunion, they began to weave new dreams, grounded in the realities they had faced but looking forward to a future they would shape together. In this shared space, they were not just a prince and his knight; they were two souls, scarred but unbroken, bound by a friendship that had endured the greatest of trials.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, Minho and Chan sat together in their secluded garden, enveloped by the serene twilight. The world around them quieted to a soft murmur, allowing the gentle sounds of nature to fill the air—a distant birdcall, the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. It was in these peaceful moments that their conversations often drifted from the mundane to the profound.

Today, however, as Minho watched the sunset cast its golden light on Chan's face, illuminating the lines of strain and the scars of war, he saw him not just as his friend or his protector, but as something more profound, more integral to his very being. Chan's features, etched with the experiences of battle, held a rugged beauty, a testament to his strength and resilience. Minho’s heart swelled with an emotion that was tender and overwhelming, realizing that his feelings had grown beyond the bounds of friendship into something deeper, something akin to love.

“Chan, do you ever think of a different life?” Minho asked, his voice soft but laden with emotion, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and hope.

Chan turned to him, a gentle smile playing on his lips, his eyes reflecting the fading light. “All the time, but always with you in it.”

The simplicity of the statement, and the sincerity in Chan’s gaze, struck a chord within Minho. He felt a warmth spread through him, a clarity about his feelings that he had never allowed himself to fully acknowledge. Here, beside him, was not just his knight but the person he loved, deeply and irrevocably.

Chan, noticing the change in Minho’s expression, the way his eyes lingered and his cheeks flushed with a subtle hue, felt a stirring of his own heart. He had always seen Minho’s beauty—in his gentle demeanor, in his sharp intellect, and in the kindness that radiated from him like sunlight. But now, under the soft glow of twilight, Chan saw Minho in a new light, realizing how central Minho had become to his every thought of the future, how his days were brighter, his burdens lighter with Minho by his side.

“Minho,” Chan began, his voice low and earnest, “these years, these trials, have shown me so much about strength and resilience. But none of that compares to what I've discovered about myself, about us. You are in every vision of my future because you are the part of my life that brings me peace, joy, and a sense of home.”

Minho turned to face Chan fully, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, moved by Chan’s words. “I've been afraid,” Minho confessed, “afraid of acknowledging how deeply I feel, how much you mean to me. Not just as a friend, but as the one I love, the one I cannot envision my life without.”

Chan reached out, brushing a tear from Minho’s cheek with a tenderness that belied his warrior’s hands. “Then let's not hide from these feelings anymore,” he said softly. “Let’s explore this path together, no matter where it leads.”

As the last light of the day gave way to the stars, Minho and Chan remained in the garden, their hands entwined, their hearts open to the possibilities of a future together. Under the vast expanse of the starlit sky, Minho and Chan found themselves lingering in the garden, unwilling to end the evening that had transformed their relationship forever. The night was quiet, with only the soft whisper of the wind rustling through the leaves and the distant call of a nightingale. The air was cool, carrying the fresh, earthy scent of the garden after dusk.

As they stood beside the old fountain, now just a silhouette against the dark sky, their conversation dwindled into comfortable silence. Both were keenly aware of the new, delicate territory they had ventured into, each heartbeat seeming loud in the quiet of the night.

Minho looked up at Chan, noticing how the moonlight danced across his features, softening the hard lines of battle and time, casting him in a glow that seemed almost otherworldly. Chan’s eyes, usually so strong and assertive, now held a gentle uncertainty that Minho had never seen before but found endearing.

“Chan,” Minho began, his voice barely above a whisper as he stepped closer. “Thank you, for being my strength, for always being here.”

Chan’s response was a soft smile, his eyes reflecting a depth of emotion that words could barely capture. “Minho, there’s no place I would rather be,” he replied, his voice equally low.

In that moment, with the moon witnessing their solitude and the serene night embracing them, Minho felt a pull, a desire to bridge the gap of inches that still lay between them. His heart raced as he reached up, tentatively, to touch Chan’s cheek, his fingers trembling slightly.

Chan’s breath hitched at the contact, a shiver running through him, not from the chill of the night but from the warmth of Minho’s touch. He looked down into Minho’s eyes, seeing the open adoration and the silent question they posed. With a gentle firmness born of years of holding back, Chan lowered his head slowly, giving Minho time to pull away if he wished.

Minho’s response was to close the distance, his eyes fluttering shut as he leaned in. Their lips met in a kiss that was tentative at first, a soft brush of warmth that held a question neither had dared to ask aloud until now. When neither pulled away, the kiss deepened, growing in confidence and heat. Chan’s hands moved to cup Minho’s face, his touch sure, and Minho sighed into the kiss, his arms wrapping around Chan’s waist to pull him closer.

The world around them seemed to fade, leaving nothing but the two of them locked in an embrace that sealed their newly acknowledged feelings. The kiss was a mixture of all the emotions they had shared over the years—joy, fear, longing, and above all, love. It was a kiss that spoke of past struggles, present understanding, and a future filled with endless possibilities.

When they finally parted, breathless and hearts pounding, they rested their foreheads together, a smile playing on both their lips.

“We should have done this a long time ago,” Minho murmured, his breath warm against Chan’s lips.

“Yes, we should have,” Chan agreed, his voice thick with emotion. “But we’re here now, and that’s what matters.”

They stayed like that for a while, in the quiet of the garden, surrounded by the peace of the night, letting the significance of their first kiss sink in. It was a perfect moment, one that marked the beginning of a new chapter in their lives, filled with the promise of shared tomorrows.

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[stay-midnight]

maybe reverse vampire au 👀? reader is an anemic vampire and needs a constant supply chain of blood so ot8 offers instead to be donors but makes reader beg for it and theres just constant teasing and whining. maybe something fluffy + smut with either minchan or hyunjin since birthday month and artist of the month for them idk its like 5 am here this idea probs isnt fleshed out enough

Unquenchable Thirst

cw // Explicit Smut with MinChan, Implied Smut with Hyunjin, slightly power bottom reader (I didn't put too much begging sorry! 💀), Vampire Reader, Human!skz, Anemic reader, Sex Addict Minho, Chan is just Chan, Hyunjin is kinda emo and feels neglected, Wall Fucking, Riding, Penetration, Awkward Moment with Hyunjin, Double Penetration, Threesome.

a/n: I strayed so very far from the request since I was interested so much in the concept I had to expand on it. Sorry if it wasn't what you expected HSHXJ. (Put under a cut since it's too long.)

It is annoying.

Your donors are annoying, overly confident, loud and more. Sometimes, you were tempted to call the agency for new donors but you didn't. Not when Father himself assigned them to you, all 8 of these fools.

It’s true that you were very much in need of blood that atleast a day you have to have 1 liter of blood per 12 hours which is essentially one blood bag. Usual vampires only need atleast 300 mL of blood but being born with a incurable condition happens and runs within the family genes.

Father assigned 8 for you just so, they just don't collapse while you're leeching on their necks. Donors have increased production of blood cells anyways but for he also did it for cautionary measure.

But..... Like I said, the 8 were a pain in the asshole, sometimes literally since they are extremely attractive.

~

Suprisingly, blood drinking led to fucking, One thing happened, Chan had you on his lap sucking out of his neck and the next thing you know Minho had joined in.

You were now between an awkward position where Chan was moaning as you continued to drain him to satiate your neverending thirst, Minho was fucking up to you too — so not only moans from Chan was heard but breathy gasps from Minho was also received.

Chan erratically thrusts up into your welcoming tight heat — hands freaking out, trying to find where to touch. His neck was also leaned to the side as you basically use him as a human blood bag.

Minho’s hands was very much roaming around as he ruts against your ass, to your exposed dick, on your nipples, on your thighs, your neck and he even wrapped his arm around you. Too touchy with the donor is not the bestest thing. Ever.

You pull away from Chan’s neck for a moment, “Switch places with Chan.” you said with a emotionless tone, lips rising up momentarily as you looked back at the pleased face of your horny donor.

“Come on, you can still feed on him~” Minho whined, not wanting to pull out.

Chan looked spent and out of energy, sweaty all over and hair getting greasy. “First, it’s not a request, Second, he looks he’s about to be corpse, I’m still thirsty.” you explain monotonously.

“Fine.” Minho said in a annoyed tone, rolling his eyes and pulling out of you with a loud wet pop.

Chan yawns tiredly, “I’m gonna go now.” he says in an exhausted tone, watching as you stood up from his thighs, his cock also releasing a obscene pop, his red tip was dripping with lube. He stood up from the sit and smiled at you wearily. “That felt amazing...” Chan trails off as Minho waited impatiently already missing your tight warm walls, the impatient human tapped his foot waiting for Chan to get up.

“Thank you for your blood, Channie.” you says, not noticing Minho’s unwarranted staring at your loose hole that was dripping with copious amount of lube, he inhaled deeply the smell of sex in the room and looked away from your empty, inviting ass.

Chan noticed and chuckled at the sight. “That is what they tasked me with.” he simply said, before standing up from the poor chair and trudging away, out of the room.

You looked back at him weirdly at the random laugh but forgot it fully after a bit.

Minho replaced Chan on the seat and looked at you, waiting with a smirk— his dick yet to have gone flaccid. “Come on, Y/N. Have a sit, and drink on me.” he stated with a confident look.

You scoffed at the sex addict, out of the 8, he is the most wanting attention and always asks to fuck you. Kind of shameless really. Father really went out of his way to pick out a horny fool.

You sighed pleasurably as you sank down on Minho’s cock, moaning a bit before lunging on his neck shortly with your fangs barred out, connecting successfully as blood started to flow on your mouth. “Ahh, just like that.” he says, reaching down with his hand and tweaking your hardening nipples.

“You are so cute, Y/N~ Still thinking about why they picked 8 of us to be your donor, it should've just been me.” he ranted, thrusting into you shallowly as he played with your buds.

You bit harder on his neck causing the donor to moan, erratically thrusting into your hole, his hips somehow getting a mind of their own as they buck into you endlessly. You felt yourself, reaching your high before releasing on Minho’s abdomen, your cum dripping against your cock, causing you to feel sticky on your lower regions.

Pleasure is good, though Minho was about to drop dead if you kept on going since his skin is starting to go slight pale.

Minho breathed through his mouth as you disconnected as you disconnected your fangs from his now-bleeding neck before you lick the blood away.

“You’re noisier than Chan.” you stated, sighing as you got up and left the human to jerk off — though he was glaring at you on the way out, speechless of your sudden retreat.

None of them knew that you were anemic, yet. To be honest you didn't know how the month of the donors started with a lot of sex. Though they’d find out soon enough.

~

Oh boy, when they found out — they used it as leverage against you. Teasing you and playing with you at every chance they get. They stop of course when you get light headed at the lack of blood since taking iron supplements didn't exactly work for vampires.

They wanted you to beg for their bloods and it irked you but nonetheless you played their games and begged from time to time.

~

You were awfully thirsty, this time, you felt like you were gonna faint. You were checking the rooms of the donors and found them missing. As patient as you were, this is a serious problem. “Where the fuck are all the donors?!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, slightly getting teary-eyed before a certain someone appeared at the end of the hallway. The guy with the semi-long hair, what was his name again?

Felix?

No, it was um, Hyun-something. Hyunjun? You thought so.

“Hyunjun! Hyunjun! Blood!” you chanted as he walked over to you with a weird look on his face.

“It’s Hyunjin.” he scoffs, sighing at the end and picking you up as you wrapped your limbs around him and attached your lips on the side of his neck and started drinking.

He hums when he noticed your breathing got steady.

After a while, you pulled away from him with a lick of your lips as he placed you down. “The others took a day off and left me here just in case for blood emergency.” he stated, looking at you calmly before smiling.

You look back at him and awkwardly chuckled, “Sorry that I got your name wrong..” you trailed off, scratching your chin as you felt second hand embarrassment when you shouted the wrong name.

“It’s fine. You barely drink from me anyway, and when you usually do.. You quickly leave.” he says, trying to hide the fact that he did want to spend more time with the vampire he allowed to drink from him.

“Oh, I'm sorry...” you apologize in a sincere tone at what he said, to be honest it is true. Hyunjin feels more like an emergency blood bag rather than your donor due to the times you kind of forgot about him.

“I’ll be sure to drink more from you then, also can I have one last sip?” you mumbled, your head lowered down.

He looks to the side and thinks, before grinning, pulling a shocked look from you since his expression changed.

“Sure, but you have to beg. Alot, oh and we have to have sex.” he answers as if he was channeling his inner Minho.

You sighed and nodded, you wanted to please the man due to what he said earlier, though you expected him to be the sad emo of the group or maybe he's the least confident of them but nonetheless, you need to release some pent up sexual frustrations and since the others are on break.

“Fine...” you mumbled, trying to keep the sigh building up from your throat to release, especially when Hyunjin is raising an eyebrow at you.

Shortly after, you stripped yourself off your clothes. as Hyunjin did, oh he was big, girthy too. Probably the biggest out of the others.

Oh, shoot.

~

It was safe to say you are tired, extremely tired. Hyunjin is fucking wild. You were now resting on a bed, naked after Hyunjin brought you to his room. He fucked you against the walls and savoured your sounds.

You had never moaned nor whined like that, even with the others. You were sure it echoed around the whole mansion, he not only manhandled you, he threw you around like some doll, that's only used to be fucked.

He was praising you too, telling you how much you were such a good boy as he shoved his cock into you. It’s the first time that you thought you begged like a little bitch since the other times were pretends.

Beastly as if he wasn't human. Hm....

You’d have to do it again with him soon, though you also got enough blood to supply you for atleast 3 hours until you need more. Hopefully the others come back by then.

Just thinking about sex with Hyunjin made you feel sweaty now and in a good way.

You’d hopefully ask for more.