#minjae fake texts

[starskq]

SPOILING YOU / K.M

Pairing ◊ bf!minjae x fem!reader

Genre ◊ fluff

Warnings ◊ petnames (baby mostly), kissing, just minjae being whipped for reader

Word count ◊ 2,2k

Summary ◊ minjae loves to spoil you every time you go shopping

a/n: thank you anon for your request, i hope it's what you wanted! enjoy!

You and Minjae hadn’t been together long—just a couple of months—but things had fallen into place so naturally. He had this way about him that made everything feel easy, as though being together had always been the plan, even when you didn’t know it.

So, when he called you up one morning, his voice full of that familiar warmth, and asked, “Hey, do you want to go shopping with me today?” you didn’t hesitate for a second before saying yes.

The two of you met up in the city center, his hand instantly finding yours the moment you saw each other. He leaned down to kiss your forehead, his favorite little gesture of affection. “You look beautiful,” he whispered against your skin, sending a shiver through you.

“You always say that,” you teased, though your cheeks warmed at the compliment.

“Because it’s true,” he replied easily, squeezing your hand before pulling you along. “C’mon, I know a place.”

He led you to a high-end boutique, the kind of place you normally wouldn’t even dare to enter unless it was just for window-shopping. The mannequins were dressed in sleek, designer clothes, and you could already tell that everything here cost more than you wanted to think about.

“Minjae, this place is expensive…” you mumbled, glancing at him nervously as the glass doors swung open with a soft chime.

He just grinned, that mischievous little smile of his that always made you feel both comforted and a little bit nervous at the same time. “Don’t worry about it. Just look around and pick something you like.”

The first rack you browsed through had beautiful dresses, all delicate fabrics and intricate details. You paused, your fingers grazing over one particular dress that caught your eye. It was a soft blush color, simple but elegant, with a subtle shimmer woven into the fabric.

Minjae noticed immediately. “You like that one?” he asked, stepping up beside you.

“It’s nice, but—” you hesitated, glancing at the price tag. Your stomach dropped a little when you saw the number, and you quickly shook your head. “It’s way too expensive. I don’t need something like this.”

Without another word, Minjae took the dress off the rack and handed it to the sales assistant who appeared at his side as if by magic. “We’ll take this. Thank you.”

“Minjae!” you protested, grabbing his arm. “No, really, it’s too much. I don’t need it.”

But he just smiled at you, that soft, reassuring smile that always seemed to melt your resolve. “I want to. You deserve nice things. Don’t worry about it, okay baby?”

You sighed, knowing there was no arguing with him when he had his mind set on something. He loved spoiling you, and while you felt guilty sometimes, it was clear that it made him happy.

The rest of the shopping trip continued much the same way. You’d pick up something to look at, admire it for a second, and Minjae would swoop in, insisting on buying it. If you lingered too long on an item, even if you didn’t say a word, he’d ask, “You like this one, baby?” and before you could even respond, he’d have it in the arms of the sales assistant.

At one point, you found yourself in the shoe section, admiring a pair of sleek black heels. They were gorgeous but definitely impractical for someone like you who didn’t wear heels often.

“Try them on,” Minjae encouraged, already picking up the right size for you.

You shook your head, laughing softly. “I’ll fall on my face if I wear those.”

He knelt down in front of you, his fingers gently helping you slip your foot into the shoe. “Then I’ll be there to catch you,” he said softly, looking up at you with those deep, sincere eyes.

“Minjae…” you whispered, your heart swelling at the tenderness in his voice.

He stood up, grinning as you took a few wobbly steps in the heels. “See? You look stunning.”

You were about to argue again about the price, but he cut you off, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “Nope. Don’t even start,” he murmured against your mouth. “You’re getting them.”

He continued to pick things out for you, clothes you hadn’t even considered but ended up loving once you tried them on. He had a surprisingly good eye for fashion, and every time you came out of the dressing room, he’d light up like he’d just won the lottery.

“You look like a dream,” he’d say, his voice low and full of admiration, or “My girl’s the most beautiful in the world.” And every time, he’d pull you in for a kiss, just a brief press of his lips, but enough to make your heart race.

Eventually, your arms were full of shopping bags, and you couldn’t hold any more even if you tried. Minjae, of course, offered to carry them all for you, despite your protests.

“Minjae, this is too much,” you insisted for what felt like the hundredth time that day. “You really didn’t have to buy me all this.”

He paused in the middle of the sidewalk, setting the bags down for a moment so he could wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you close. His forehead rested against yours, and he gazed at you with that soft, affectionate look that always made your knees weak.

“I know I don’t have to,” he said softly, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek. “I do it because I want to. You make me happy, and I like spoiling you. It’s my way of showing you how much I care.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and for a moment, you couldn’t find the right thing to say. Instead, you leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, hoping it would convey everything you were feeling.

When you finally pulled away, Minjae smiled down at you, his hand still resting on your cheek. “I love you, you know that?” he whispered, his voice soft but sure.

“I love you too,” you murmured, your chest feeling impossibly full.

With one last kiss, he picked up the bags again, and you continued walking together, hand in hand. You couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest person in the world, not because of the clothes or the gifts, but because of him—because of the way he loved you so openly, so completely.

As the day drew to a close and the sun began to set, casting a warm golden light over the city, Minjae squeezed your hand gently, glancing over at you with a soft smile.

“You know, I think we should do this more often,” he said, his voice teasing but full of affection. “Spoiling you is my new favorite hobby.”

You laughed, shaking your head but feeling more loved than ever. “Just don’t spoil me too much,” you warned playfully, though you knew he would anyway.

Minjae just grinned, pulling you closer as you walked. “No promises, baby.”

After the shopping spree, your arms laden with bags, you both decided to grab something to eat. You were still reeling from the number of things Minjae had bought you. It felt surreal, as if you were in a dream, walking around with designer clothes, shoes, and accessories that you’d never imagined owning.

“I’m starving,” Minjae said, flashing you that familiar grin as he glanced at his watch. “What are you in the mood for?”

“Hmm,” you hummed, pretending to think. “Something simple? Like pasta or something.”

He laughed at that, gently nudging you with his elbow. “Okay, something simple it is.”

You ended up at a cozy little restaurant, nothing too fancy, just the kind of place you both loved. The soft hum of conversation filled the room, along with the delicious smell of food being cooked. You felt yourself relax as you slid into the booth, Minjae sitting across from you, his gaze still lingering on you like you were the only person in the world.

“You know, you didn’t have to do all that,” you started softly, glancing at the shopping bags that were now piled on the seat beside you. “It’s too much, Min.”

He reached across the table, taking your hand in his. His thumb brushed over your knuckles as he gave you a lopsided smile. “I wanted to. Besides, it’s not too much if it’s for you.”

You were about to protest when the waiter arrived, interrupting the moment. You both placed your orders, keeping it simple as promised. When the waiter left, you decided that you’d pay for the meal this time. After everything Minjae had done today, the least you could do was take care of dinner.

The food arrived shortly after, and as you both ate, you found yourself feeling even more comfortable. Minjae was his usual playful self, making you laugh with stories and little jokes. He kept calling you by his favorite pet names—“baby,” “angel,” “my love”—each one sending a little thrill through you.

You noticed that the check was on the table before you even finished your meal. This was your chance. You reached for your purse, determined to grab the bill before Minjae could even think about it.

But just as you were about to take the check, Minjae’s hand was already there, faster than yours. He picked it up with a casual, almost smug smile.

“Minjae!” you exclaimed, sitting back with a huff. “I was going to pay this time.”

He didn’t even blink as he pulled out his card and handed it to the waiter. “You're too slow,” he teased, giving you a playful smirk.

You narrowed your eyes at him, not finding it quite as funny as he did. “I’m serious, Minjae. You’ve already spent so much today. You bought all those clothes, shoes, stuffs—and now this? You’ve practically spent your entire paycheck in one day!”

Minjae leaned back in the booth, crossing his arms as he looked at you, utterly unbothered. “So what?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “I’m just taking care of my girl.”

You sighed, exasperated but also slightly flustered by how nonchalant he was being. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate it—I do, more than you know. But you can’t just spend that much money on me all the time. It’s not… it’s not responsible.”

He gave you a long look, and then his smirk softened into something warmer, more sincere. “Y/N, listen to me.” He leaned forward, resting his arms on the table as he looked you straight in the eyes. “You’re important to me. I like doing this for you. I like making you happy.”

“I am happy,” you admitted, your voice quieter now, “but I don’t want you to feel like you have to keep doing this. I don’t want you to waste all your money just to make me happy.”

Minjae chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s not a waste if it’s for you. I don’t care about the money, baby. I work hard, yeah, but I also want to enjoy what I earn—and part of enjoying it is spoiling you. It makes me happy when I see you smile, when I see you light up over something you love.”

You bit your lip, unsure how to respond. You loved how thoughtful he was, how much he cared, but it still felt like too much. “But… what about saving? You don’t need to spend it all in one go.”

He laughed again, this time more softly. “Trust me, I’m fine. I’ve got savings. I’m not going to go broke from buying you a few dresses and some dinner. Stop worrying, okay?”

You tried to scold him again, but there was something about the way he said it, so calm and assured, that made it hard to argue. He was always like this, so confident and sure in everything he did. And right now, he seemed sure that spoiling you was just part of how he showed you love.

Still, you couldn’t help but try one last time. “I just don’t want you to feel like you have to do this to show me you care.”

Minjae’s expression softened further as he reached across the table to take your hand again. “I don’t do it because I have to. I do it because I want to. Taking care of you, spoiling you… it’s just one way I show you how much I love you. And besides…” He gave you another playful grin. “I kind of like being the guy who gets to spoil the most amazing person in the world.”

You felt your heart flutter at his words, and despite your best efforts, a smile crept onto your face. It was impossible to stay mad at him when he said things like that.

“Okay, okay,” you sighed, giving in a little, but you couldn’t resist one more tease. “But next time, I’m paying. I mean it.”

Minjae chuckled, squeezing your hand. “We’ll see, baby. We’ll see.” His tone was full of affection, but there was a smugness underneath, as if he already knew he’d win that battle too.

When the waiter returned with the receipt, Minjae didn’t even look at it as he signed the bill. He leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to your hand, and then looked at you with that familiar, teasing glint in his eyes.

“Now,” he said, standing up and grabbing the shopping bags once again, “let’s get my spoiled little princess home.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to play it cool, but inside, you couldn’t help but feel a warmth bloom in your chest. There was no winning with him, but maybe, just maybe, you didn’t mind that at all.

[personasintro]

Mutual Help | #17

𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭: @kithtaehyung

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.1k+

⇠ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯. | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ⇢ 

"He just texted me 'screw y'all for going on a camping trip without me'." Jungkook chuckles at Jin's message while he reads it out loud.

"That's what he gets for being on a honeymoon in Greece." Jimin sassily remarks, knowing he's just joking and is extremely happy for Jin's happiness and fresh marriage.

The rest of the boys join, joking about it for a few minutes before you finally sit down and talk about today's plans. Hoseok is the one who seems to take a somewhat leader position as he starts to talk.

"Okay, as I mentioned before, there are four tents. One of them is bigger so three people can easily fit there." he explains, looking at each of you before Jimin speaks up.

"Me and Taehyungie can share a tent." he says, causing Taehyung to nod in agreement as they bump their fists like it wasn't expected. Those two are like twins.

"Okay, who's next?" Hoseok asks, looking around again.

"Me, Seulgi and Minjae can share the bigger tent." Kiko speaks up, smiling at her friends who nod and agree immediately.

It still feels weird to have her here, even though it might be a good thing. For all you know, Jungkook is still trying to win her back and this might help. No matter how many times you tell yourself she doesn't deserve him, you want what's best for him. And if his undying love for her isn't going anywhere, who are you to tell him otherwise. Jungkook is stubborn and you've never seen him being in love with someone so much before. Yes, he stopped talking about her like he used to, but him stealing glances her way whenever he thinks nobody is watching, just tells you otherwise. He still wants and loves her.

"Okay, Jungkook and Y/N are staying together. That's obvious, so me and Joon are gonna share a tent," Hoseok says to everyone, before he turns to Namjoon. "Please just don't snore that much." he whines, causing everyone to chuckle while Namjoon seems to fake offense.

"It's not like I can control it!" he exclaims, but still assures Hoseok he's better with snoring these days and even offers that he can sleep in his car if he's going to be snorting.

You kind of feel bad for him, but Hoseok assures him he was just joking and from what you've seen so far, Hoseok likes to joke around a lot but he really cares about his friends. Now that you think about it, him being so protective about Kiko just proves how much he loves his friends. You did the same thing with Jungkook. Still do. You're protective over him to the point you snapped at Kiko at Jin's wedding. You've never snapped at someone you barely know. Well, you know her but in a way, she's a complete stranger to you. She's just his ex that used to spend her time with him all the time, those two were inseparable. Just like you were with Jungkook, until he started to date her and they preferred to be alone rather than hang out with anyone else. The only difference between you is that you're Jungkook's best friend. Not a woman he fell in love with.

The more time you spend with everyone, you find yourself relax. Having Jimin and Taehyung here definitely helps, as those two fool around all the time. When Jungkook and Namjoon have successfully brought wood for the fireplace, two tents are already built thanks to Jimin and Taehyung because it seems like all the girls are pretty bad at it, including you.

"Weren't you saying you used to go camping with your uncle?" Jungkook jokes as he builds the tent like a pro. The grin that's plastered on his lips tells you that he's teasing you again and you take that time to slap his shoulder, causing him to laugh.

When all the tents are successfully built, thanks to none other than Jeon Jungkook himself, you finally eat some ramen that's the easiest to make. You gasp at the sight of the grill and all the other culinary equipment Hoseok brought, which makes everything easier. You can easily cook whatever you guys want. With stomachs full, you decide to go swimming in the lake since the heat starts to be unbearable.

Rummaging through your travel bags, you let out a set of curses while you feel Jungkook's body behind you.

"What's wrong?" he asks, setting his hands on your hips as he tries to look over your shoulder at what you're cursing about.

"I forgot my swimsuit, I thought I packed it. Fuck," you whine, tossing one of the crumpled shirts you manage to wrinkle in the process of your searching back in the bag.

"You packed your stuff into two huge bags and you still forgot your swimsuit?" he asks in bewilderment causing you to glare at him.

He's not helping. At all.

"Just put on whatever," he shrugs, and you glare at him again causing him to roll his eyes. "I don't think it matters. You brought some extra underwear, right?" he asks, causing you to nod.

"Yeah, I'll just leave on the one I'm wearing." you mutter, still disappointed that you managed to forget such an important item. Okay, maybe it's not that important but everyone's wearing a swimsuit and then you're going to be in your underwear.

"Well, I meant—"

"Okay, Jeon. Thanks!" you give him a thumbs up and get into his car to take off your clothes. Thank God for the tinted windows.

You hear him sigh at you, causing you to grin while you take off your clothes.

On the other side, there's Jungkook already wearing his black swimming shorts when Taehyung appears wearing similar ones, in yellow. "Where's Y/N?" he asks him, causing Jungkook to nod his head at his parked car.

"She's changing," he explains.

"Cool, meet us there." Taehyung tells him, already running to Jimin who's been calling him while everyone makes their way to the lake.

Jimin and Taehyung jump into the water, before Minjae and Seulgi do the same thing, squealing their hearts out at the temperature of the water. Jungkook leans against his car, arms plopped on the top of his car while he drums his fingers against the sleek black roof, waiting for you. It doesn't take you that long, door from the back opening as you step out of the car. Jungkook straightens his eyes widening at the sight of you.

"Are you kidding?" he asks straight away, eyeing your whole body as you look at yourself with a frown.

"This is the most decent underwear I packed." you reason, wondering if it's really that much.

It's not even lacy or too revealing. Okay, the bra could've been sport one and show less cleavage, but it looks like a bikini.

"You're not showing yourself in front of the guys like this." he tells you, mirroring your frown as he shakes his head.

"I'm not asking you," you tell him, earning a tough glare from him. "What the fuck am I suppose to wear?"

"Just put on my shirt over it." he suggests, already opening the truck before he pulls out a fresh white shirt. You know it's one of his own, considering the size and the fact you've seen him wearing it before.

He outstretches his arm to you, eyes daring you to say otherwise and you take the shirt but not before you whine.

"It's so hot! I'm gonna melt with this on!" you exclaim, grasping the soft material of his shirt in your hand.

He pats the top of your head, smiling down at you that makes you mentally curse at him. "No, you'll be fine."

Rolling your eyes at him, you put the shirt on knowing you might've felt uncomfortable in front of the guys if you just wore your underwear. Jungkook's got a point but you're not going to admit it in front of him, not when he's already grinning at you in triumph.

There's already a lot of squeals and splashing water when you get to the rest of the guys. Your eyes widen at the sight of so much skin, especially when you've never seen Hoseok and Namjoon topless.

"That's not fair. They get to be topless and I've to wear a shirt." you grumble at him silently, shifting your eyes off them before they can notice your prying eyes.

Jungkook's lack of response causes you to turn around, seeing him taking off his shirt as he tosses it on the floor. He's got the same grin plastered on his lips, his nose scrunching as he sees your scandalous expression.

"Really? You too?" you exclaim, eyes dropping down at the sight of his exposed abs and toned chest. Fuck, is he trying to kill you?

He walks up to you, picking you up with so much ease causing you to squeal in shock as you hold onto him tightly. "Life's not fair, Y/N." he comments jokingly, causing you to roll your eyes.

Legs wrapped around his frame and arms around his neck, you let him carry you. You don't think about it too much, that's until he's very careful while stepping into the water. And that's when you start to curse at him, trying to avoid contact with cold water.

"Jungkook, I swear to god! Don't drop me, don't you dare!" you start to scream at him, laughing when the cold water touches toes.

You hear the rest of the guys laughing at you, urging Jungkook to drop you which causes you to yell 'fuck all of you' before Jungkook gets even deeper. His low chuckle rustles in his chest, but he still holds you tightly. He's not dropping you, he even holds you tighter before all of your body is under the water, except your head. Surprisingly, the water isn't as cold as you expected it to be and you allow yourself to relax in his hold.

"Why would you do that?" you ask him quietly, admiring silently his face.

He's beautiful, the reflection of water sparkles his face that's so close to you. You can feel his warm breath on your face as he chuckles. "I knew you'd take a good hour to get into the water. So I helped." he smirks, causing you to snort.

"Oh, you helped? Is that it?" you laugh, splashing some water into his face. He gasps dramatically at that, causing you to laugh again. "You're such a good person, aren't you?" you tease him, splashing him once again.

He tries to dodge your attack by turning his head, but it still splashes the side of his face and he turns to you with a devilish smirk. "Y'know what? Suddenly, I don't feel like being a good person anymore." he says before he lets go of you, causing you to cling to him for your dear life.

He's laughing, putting his arms above his head so you can't reach him. You hold onto him, cursing at him. "Fuck you, Jeon. This is not funny."

You can swim, but you're more confident in your swimming when you can actually reach the bottom. Considering Jungkook barely reaches it, it means you wouldn't and you don't want to risk that.

"Maybe later, baby." he smirks, hands on your hips again before he walks closer to the shoal.

Heart beating at his words, you choose not to think too much about it. You can't let yourself get horny because of simple words. There are people around you, watching you.

You finally let him let go of you, legs meeting the bottom of the lake, but not before you splash him straight into the face. You hear Jimin's laughter at that, but it soon dies down when Jungkook jumps at you, diving both of your bodies underneath the water. You fool around for a few minutes, completely in your own worlds before you get out of the water to put some sunscreen on.

Your eyes find Kiko sitting on the towel with crossed legs as she stares at you. Surprisingly, she smiles at you and hands you her sunscreen which you take with a soft 'thanks'. The thought of her watching the both of you makes you somehow uncomfortable.

Was Jungkook fooling around because he knew she was watching? It certainly felt natural and just something both of you do. It's not the first time Jungkook has done that, fooling around with you or getting you into the water with you protesting and cursing him out. This trip is supposed to be fun. He didn't know she was coming as well but he's still trying to win her back. You both have to pretend to be dating here, but the question is...

Has he already started to pretend?

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[chiiyuuvv]

fate encounter type thing with minjae where like yn and minjae run into each other in a convenience store and both go for the same ramen cup but its the last one and they stank eye each other before they randomly do rock paper scissors and yn wins the cup ramen but minjae still wants it so he keeps trying to convince her to atleast share and and and aaaaah

• PAIRING — minjae x fem!reader (i used she alot to refer to yn)

• GENRE — crack heads, angry co-worker, more crack heads.. i think thats it

• WORD COUNT — 641

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — i loved this request smm!! I hope i gave it the justice it deserves 😌😌

• TAGLIST — @hyunukitty (and yes 1 is worst, 10 is best)

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"ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS!!"

the workers and shoppers stop when they hear the random shout, turning their heads to watch a girl and boy quickly slam their fists on their hands, the boy letting out a scream of defeat when the girl opens her palm, indicating paper.

"I swear, it's something everyday." One of the workers mumble, rolling their eyes when the boy falls to the floor, bringing his hands together to beg to the girl.

You were that girl. You were a regular at that convenient store, always known to cause some type of trouble everyday. You decided to stop in, not only to annoy the workers, but to try their newest ramen flavor.

Everything was sunshine and rainbows when you noticed there was one left, skipping towards the container and placing your hand on it, only to feel another persons hand on it. You look over to find a brown and blond haired boy look over at you, giving each other the stink eye at the same time.

And when you declared rock, paper, scissors, you were a little nervous to lose, as you really wanted to try it. But that didnt matter, you won, holding back your laugh as the boy begs to you. "Pleasee~ theres enough for two, we could always share!!" He bats his lashes, sticking out his bottom lip.

And for a second, you almost gave in, quickly shaking your head and finding yourself a drink to go with your meal. "What can i do, so that we at least share."

"Hm, I dunno. I don't really share with random strangers."

"I'm minjae!!" The boy greets himself in a flash, blocking your way as he brings his hand out with a smile, wanting you to shake it. You look the boy up and down, before turning away.

"I'm twenty, currently in school. I really wanted to try that flavor too, so i was hoping if you would share!!" He follows you, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I know there's some kindness in you." He pokes your shoulder, a pout on your lips.

"Hmm.." you think to yourself. "Nah." You shrug your shoulder, handing your food to the cashier. "Come onn!!" Minjae yells, the cashier rolling their eyes yet again.

"Ooh, ooh i know!!" The cashier fakes a smile. "If i flip this quarter, and you get heads," he points to you, "and you get tails," he points to minjae, "you have to get out."

"Hey, thats not fair." You cross your arms.

"Fine, fine, if its tails the boy wins." The cashier flips the quarter in the air, minjae giving you a little smirk when the quarter lands on the table. "Heads!!" The cashier yells, minjae letting out another whine.

"HA!" you cackle, taking your ramen and walking to the exit door, turning around to stick your tongue out. "Ah, its okay kid, you can have this flavor instead, its pork instead of cheese."

"WHAT!" you stop in your tracks, minjae's turn to cackle. "Switch!!" You yell, throwing the ramen to the boys chest and reaching for his. "Ah, ah, ahh!! How about this." He reaches over for some paper and a pen, scribbling some numbers down. "Text this number, and maybe I'll consider." He winks at you, your face red as he walks out of the store

"And that, was how i met your father." You finish your bedtime story. The 'kids' clapping, some gasping. "Minjaes got rizz!!!" Hunter shouts, the said boy rolling his eyes with a scoff.

"Not really, but i love him anyway." You lean over to give minjae a kiss on the cheek, the boy smiling cheeky at you as the youngers groan in disgust. "Get a room!" Seeun yells, jinsik throwing a pillow at the couple.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." He gets up, grabbing your hand. "Good night!"

"Good night!!"

[jseobsky]

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[daegalfangirl]

love maze — woah! (30)

warning: suggestive content in this episode

you heard footsteps nearing, and you knew who it was. you read his texts but you just didn't know what to type back. it was better to have a conversation like this in person instead of text anyways.

"y/n," he softly calls out for you. he knocks on the door gently, trying to not startle you. you were still stuck in your thoughts, not knowing what to say or do. "open the door, please." he asks, and you slide your back up on the door until you're standing.

as soon as you unlock the door and twist the knob open, renjun envelopes you in a hug. you reciprocate the action without hesitation. you didn't want to let go of him, his warmth keeping you at peace.

"don't let go." you whine while renjun releases a soft laugh at your words.

"i won't." you can't see, but he's smiling and you know it.

"i'm worried, what if minjae is right? we both-" you started to voice your concerns before renjun pulls away to see your face and shushes you.

"let me talk first. i know that you have doubts on how long our relationship will last. i don't want you to let what people like minjae say to you. he's clearly trying to get to you, and you shouldn't let it happen. we don't need to spend the entirety of our relationship worrying about how long we'll last. let's just enjoy what we have and worry about the future later. because right now, i see no issues standing between us and a future together." he kisses the tip of your nose and you feel at ease from his words.

he was completely right. "ugh, i hate that i'm so weak for you." you whine, the topic from before fading away almost instantly along with your stress.

"trust me, i'm just as weak." the two of you giggle until the sweet moment is over.

renjun's eyes seem to have a fire in it and it's only seconds until he smashes his lips onto yours. he pushes you lightly until your back hits the wall, both of your lips connected, and his hand gripping your throat. his hands were moving down into your pants until...

"woah!" aika squeaks, slamming the door shut instantly. yours and renjun's lips tear away from each other, and turn to the door. another voice comes that brings the both of you to panic.

"what happened?" mia's voice sounded from afar, as if she was walking from the other direction. hopefully that meant she didn't hear you and renjun.

"it was just jaehyun and his girl." aika panics, quickly trying to hide what really went on. however, she kept her cool on the outside and mia believed her.

"is she not here?" mia asks, confused.

"shit! i completely forgot!" aika fakes shock. "i called her a couple hours earlier and i remember her saying she'll wait for us there after the time is settled."

you thank god for it being aika instead of ria who came in. ria is an awful liar and she never gets away with lying.

you hear the other girls faintly chatting until your front door is slammed shut, most likely on purpose for aika to indicate that they've left.

"what was that about?" renjun asks, about to continue what started before you stop him.

"i completely forgot that im going to the amusement part with mia and the girls." you explain in an apologetic tone.

"i wish you told me this earlier before you gave me a boner." renjun sighs and you laugh, looking down at his prominent erection.

"at this point, i don't care if you jerk off in my bathroom." you shrug, "but i have to go." he kisses your cheek and says goodbye for now.

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❝ oh my god! you're cute. ❞

you've been popularly known as a bitch, and you agree. that's not the issue here. you enjoy messing around with boys for quite a while, their heart in your hands. you never expected for it to go the other way when you bump into a boy at the corn maze. yep, and it gets worse when you find out you're not the only girl head over heels for him. you're becoming a better person, but karma was bound to strike for what you've done in the past. maybe it's about time you understand how it really feels.

a/n: i'm sobbing at how unrealistic this entire story has been.. like they're all college students but there's little to no focus on it except for the irrelevant project donghyuck renjun and mc are working on BUT IDGAF

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This drabble is a part of my fanfic series “I Am A Nightmare And You Are A Miracle” and probably won’t make sense unless you’ve read that. If you haven’t read it, here’s a link! https://archiveofourown.org/series/1986128

TW // Mentions of date rape, homophobic slurs, homophobia in general

~

Change

           Wooyoung waved to his classmates as he walked down the steps. The professor had ended the class a bit early, which meant Woo was able to take his time getting to the bus stop. It was nice to be able to be out while the sun was still in the sky, providing some warmth for the September air. He took out his phone to let San know he was heading home, but as he typed out the message he didn’t notice a pair of feet jogging up to him until they fell in line with his own.

           “Hey, Wooyoung?”

           Woo paused, feeling his shoulders tense as he held back a groan. He quickly finished his text, then turned to face the owner of the voice.

           “Minjae,” he said simply, a bit cold.

           The two hadn’t spoken since the incident at the party (which Wooyoung had a vague recollection of, but otherwise heard from Changbin and Yeosang), where Minjae had pressured Wooyoung into drinking more. He had no doubt the other man had wanted to lower Woo’s inhibitions and was slightly uneasy being around the person who had orchestrated a date rape.

           However, Minjae’s posture was unlike his normal “I’m an Alpha fuckboy who can fuck anyone and anything and they won’t say no” aura. Instead, he was meek and hunched in on himself, shifting on his feet as he tucked his chin down. It made Wooyoung wary as to what he was planning this time.

           “Um… do you have a second?” Minjae asked sheepishly. “I’ve been trying to get ahold of you or catch you around campus but no luck.”

           “That’s because I’ve been avoiding you.” Wooyoung folded his arms, deciding to tackle the issue head-on. Being nice and tolerant of Minjae’s aggressive advances had almost gotten him in trouble, and he was never comfortable with any of it to begin with.

           Minjae winced at Wooyoung’s words. “Yeah, I don’t blame you. I was kind of… I definitely didn’t-“

           “You were a creep.”

           “Y-yeah,” Minjae muttered, softly. “I was.”

           Wooyoung arched a brow, curiously. He hadn’t expected Minjae to outright admit his awful behavior, but part of him wondered if this was perhaps some new trick to get Wooyoung to feel bad for him or otherwise lower his defenses.

           “I know I was pretty horrible. Like, rapey and shit,” Minjae continued. “I just wanted to apologize and… explain myself.”

           “’Explain’ yourself?” Wooyoung huffed. “Are you trying to justify why it was okay for-“

           “No!” Minjae blurted out, holding his hands in front of him. “It wasn’t okay, no matter what! That’s not what I meant!”

           Wooyoung opened his mouth to tell him to fuck off- that Wooyoung had somewhere to be. But as his lips parted to say this, he honed in on the guilt-stricken look on the man’s face. It… didn’t look fake. And aside from looking guilty, Minjae also looked scared.

           Sighing, Wooyoung relaxed his shoulders. “Go ahead, then.”

           Minjae’s face seemed to light up at the words, his posture relaxing out of his defensive pose. He cleared his throat.

           “S-so, um… I found out I was bi at the beginning of last semester,” he began. “I had kinda been struggling with it for a while and denying it, but I ended up getting hit on by another guy and it just… made me realize things. I liked it, you know? I thought he was attractive and cool, but I panicked and ran off instead. When I looked up what it meant, I guess that just made it real for me.

           “I told my closest group of friends, and they were pretty okay with it. Which is weird, ‘cause they tend to say some nasty things about gay guys or call them fags. But when I told them, they said that just meant I needed to sleep around a lot, ‘cause being bi meant you fucked everyone.”

           Wooyoung clenched his fist, angrily. He could tell by the way Minjae was cringing and wincing that simply repeating the words bothered him. Wooyoung was no stranger to the stigma against bisexuals; he had been dealing with it for long enough.

           “I joined a dating app, but any time I found a guy who seemed interesting, my friends said he was too masculine or was the “top” and I couldn’t be a ‘bottom.’” Minjae glanced up at Wooyoung, locking eyes. “Then, like, I saw you chatting with one of your dance students and you just seemed really nice and pretty and-“

           “Like a bottom?” Wooyoung huffed, but he didn’t have much anger behind it.

           Like a super twinky, bleary-eyed bottom.

           Fuck you, Yeosang.

           Minjae made a face, but nodded. “Y-yeah. I mentioned you to one of my friends- I guess you tutored his girlfriend once- and he said… um…th-that you…you seemed…easy.”

           Wooyoung narrowed his eyes, annoyed. Good to know he had the reputation as a little slutty bottom among beta-males. Thank God it was his last semester.

           “I-I’m really sorry,” Minjae mumbled. “But that’s why I decided to have you tutor me- I don’t even like dancing. I was really nervous, and as I got to know you I realized you were super cool and talented and confident in who you were. You also didn’t really seem interested in dating or anything, so I wanted to back off, but…”

           “But your friends didn’t like that.” Wooyoung finished, softly. Minjae nodded.

           “They said I was being a little bitch and you were just playing hard to get. So I kept trying, even though I didn’t really want to. But then, that day when I saw your hickey, something in me made me think my friends were right. I told them about that and the guy you were with, and they said… that you owed me something.” Minjae visibly swallowed, his skin slightly pallid. “One of them saw you at the party and he told me that was my chance and I just…”

           He trailed off, the implication heavy between them in the silence. Wooyoung was tense once more. He was disgusted by Minjae’s actions, but also his friends and the stereotypes they planted in his head. It wasn’t uncommon, but it still made his stomach churn.

           “I’m so, so sorry, Wooyoung,” Minjae said, his voice shaking. “I woke up the next day feeling so fucking horrible- I can’t even blame my friends for what I almost did to you. When I told them about it, my friends were making fun of me for not doing it, and I just- exploded on them. I told them how fucked up they were and that I almost fucking raped someone.” He scoffed, bitterly. “They just laughed and called me a pussy. Said I probably just wanted to get fucked in the ass and they didn’t feel comfortable around me anymore.”

         “Fuck them,” Wooyoung snapped. “They’re assholes.”

           Minjae’s eyes widened before he gave a weak smile. “Y-yeah. Definitely.”

           “Have you talked to anyone about coming out?” Wooyoung asked, curiously. “Anyone who actually supports you?”

           “One of their girlfriends heard about it, and I guess she dumped him. She’s been really nice and helpful- she told me I should reach out to you and apologize.” He paused before blurting, “N-not that I didn’t want to! I just thought you wouldn’t, you know, wanna see me…”

           “You’re not wrong,” Wooyoung muttered, wincing. “But… I guess it was still pretty brave of you to try. And I appreciate your honesty and apology.”

           Even though Minjae was 100% not Wooyoung’s type, he wouldn’t deny that the way the other’s face lit up was cute. Like a puppy being given a treat or being let inside from the cold. He looked relieved and was beaming at the praise.

           “Thank you, Wooyoung.” He bowed slightly, which made Woo chuckled. “I’m gonna go, then. I’ll see you around campus, maybe?”

           “Probably.” Wooyoung smiled

           Minjae’s grin grew bigger, and he turned to walk away. Wooyoung watched him go for a moment, something still not sitting right. Then, on a whim, Wooyoung took out his phone and jogged to catch up to the man.

           “Minjae!”

           He stopped and faced Woo, blinking wide-eyed. “Yeah?”

           Wooyoung bit his cheek before sighing and handing over his phone. “Give me your number.”

           Minjae looked startled, glancing rapidly between the phone and Wooyoung. His mouth gaped, but no words came out so Wooyoung continued.

           “It’s really hard coming out and not having anyone to help- especially when you’re bi,” Wooyoung explained, nudging the phone towards him. “And now that you’ve turned your back on those dickheads, it might get a little harder from here on out. If you need someone to talk to, you can text me or hit me up.”

           “A-are you sure?”

           “I mean,” Wooyoung huffed, grinning, “I need you to understand that I have a boyfriend – whom I love very much- and that I’m offering to be your friend only.”

           “No- yeah! That’s cool!” Minjae beamed, taking the phone and typing away at it. “I-if you ever wanna hang out, totally invite him! If it makes you feel more comfortable and stuff.”

           When he handed the phone back, Wooyoung smiled warmly. He could see Minjae’s nose turning slightly pink, his eyes shiny. He glanced down at the number, sending a text.

 [82-XXX-XXXX-XXX]

it’s Wooyoungie! 💖💜💙

            Minjae’s phone buzzed, and when he saw the message he giggled. “Thank you, Wooyoung.”

           “Take it easy, okay?” Wooyoung nodded to the other before walking away.

           He felt strangely lighter, a smile plastered on his face the entire way to the bus stop. The whole interaction had gone differently from what he had ever imagined, and it was nice. When the bus pulled up and he took his seat, he pulled out his phone to see San’s reply. He paused before typing out a new message.

 [San]

Be safe! I love you too~

 [Wooyoung]

Hey

Do you think people can change?

Even if they’ve done some really shitty things?

 [San]

I mean

As long as they’ve acknowledged they were bad, why not?

We all make mistakes sometimes but it’s how we move on and grow that matters. We shouldn’t forgive super easily of course.

But if they can own up to their mistakes and take steps into doing the right thing, then I totally believe even some of the worst people can change.

Like we did :)

Why? Did something happen?

             Wooyoung chuckled, seeing another message preview from Minjae, telling him to be safe on his way home and thanking him again. Wooyoung wondered if his experiences with San helped him to be as forgiving as he had been. He knew that his other friends would be hesitant to trust Minjae and probably call Wooyoung an idiot. But somehow, he felt like San would be on his side. And Wooyoung knew he had done the right thing- just as Minjae had.

 [Wooyoung]

I made a new friend I guess lol

~

I wanna take a moment to say that a lot of Minjae’s feelings were channeled from my own experiences. While he obviously made WAY worse decisions and majorly fucked up, the people around you can definitely warp your perception of self or expectations. That isn’t to say he isn’t to blame, but it’s hard when the people around you are telling you how you’re supposed to act or what your sexuality means when you’ve just discovered it.

I grew up in a home where my mom and sister constantly berated bi people, stating that they were “just horny” and so on. I knew I liked boys and girls during high school  but didn’t want to be seen negatively by my family, so I just went around saying “love is love” in the hopes that they wouldn’t associate me with being bi. I also would repeat what they said, criticizing bisexuality and being otherwise harmful (never to anyone’s face, however).

It wasn’t until college that I met a group of friends who told me that my family was wrong and that it was okay to be bi. I came out at 22 and have never been prouder. My sister has since apologize for her actions and changed her views long ago. My mom seemed to be in denial about it, but has also grown and doesn’t say terrible things about bisexuality.

I still get negative comments from people when I tell them I’m bi, usually questioning my fidelity in relationships or my promiscuity. It’s hurtful and wrong, and we have to correct this behavior, even if you aren’t a part of the community.

Thank you for taking the time to read this. Whether you’re straight, bi, pan, gay, ace, demi, questioning, or so on- just know that you are valid and loved and that you don’t have to put up with people telling you how you’re “supposed” to act based on your sexuality. Just be yourself :)

[inscmniia]

the witching hour

- DATE: november 1st, 2018 (but of events occurring october 31st, 2018) - LOCATION: song residence, irving nc - OTHER NOTES: tw underaged drinking, emetophobia (brief), dubious consent (non-sexual), slight mention of death

there’s never been a time that minkyu wished he engaged in his brother’s penchant for teenage drinking so much as now. head throbbing for reasons that have nothing to do with a hangover, he huffs out a breath and buries his face back into his pillow. on the other side of the queen bed, he can hear minjae snoring peacefully. good. after spending most of the early morning hours crouched near where his twin was bent over the toilet, cold compress held to his neck, it was good to see him sleeping soundly. 

prickles of guilt slide up kyu’s spine, keeping him from closing his eyes and settling back in for a few more hours of gilded sleep. he stirs restlessly, tousling dark locks as he seeks solace further in the pillow’s softness. although he’d always take care of his twin without hesitation, last night had felt more urgent. he needed to atone. 

secrets between brothers were wrong, but secrets between twins was betrayal. 

the night had begun like any other ‘halloween party’ might’ve. oh-too-trusting parents had agreed to let their sons host the bash of the century (or at least of the autumnal season) and made themselves scarce by visiting a family friend. the day had been spent adding to the already impressive fake cobwebs and witches cauldrons strewn around the home in decoration. minkyu, of course, found himself doing more of the work while jae spent most of it texting his girlfriend but, still. by the time costumes were on, the song residence was ready for debauchery

minjae was in charge of that much. he knew how to score them a plethora of cheap beers and various mixable liquors which combined questionably with gummy eyeballs and green powerade to keep with the holiday’s vibe. kyu was convinced his brother had more tricks up his sleeve, harder drinks and other intoxicants, but he wasn’t going to ask. it was better not to know. 

once it got late enough, the house filled quickly. minkyu didn’t even know if he could name all the people coming and going, drawn to the thrum of the bass and the promise of free alcohol. he held his place at the outskirts of the crowds. a wallflower and perfectly lovely host, he’d refill glasses, politely answer questions about his costume (the peter pan to his twin’s captain hook; jae’s idea plus it repurposed some of his old ballet tights), and fuss about trying to make sure no family personal effects were damaged in the revelry. 

some instinctive part of him wanted to dance, body desperate to get on the same frequency as the music making their whole home rattle. however, he wasn’t quite brave enough to get in the middle of the grinding and jumping teens called ‘dancing’ and he certainly wasn’t about to embarrass himself on the edges by dancing on his own. it was still fun, in its own way. he got to watch minjae in his element, laughing, drinking surrounded by friends, girlfriend on his arm (dressed as wendy, of course). the more raucous the party got, the more jae’s painstakingly kyu-applied makeup smudged and his pirate hat was discarded at some point, but all were signs that he was having a good time.

minkyu, for his part, made menial small talk with passing school friends, proudly accepted compliments on the ‘sick party’ and ‘cool decorations, man,’ picked up after minjae, and would’ve been content to leave it at that. some of his dance crew even made it out which  brightened his night considerably though he’s not sure any of them stayed (about their scene as much as it was his). halloween was a success and as it creeped past one, kyu’s social battery was running on low. physical exhaust weighed on his slim tunic clad shoulders as well -- he’d been up since 5am for dance practice, after all. a few more smiles and waves and he was ready to turn in. 

first, he’d check on minjae one last time. a gauge of his state would tell kyu whether or not he’d be napping, prepared to take care of his drunk brother later on in the evening or fully sleeping, confident he could leave his twin to his own devices. instead of finding jae, though, it was his brother’s girlfriend who found him. if her breath was anything by which to judge, kyu would most definitely be up with jae if he’d had even a fraction of the cocktails she’s consumed. 

despite their height difference, she has an arm looped comfortably around minkyu’s neck before he can even process quite what he’s stumbled upon. “jae baby!” she delights, drawing in close to minkyu’s side. 

“oh, er, no, i’m looking for him?” applying a logic to the situation felt like the only possible out. minkyu could tell she was confused, bless her. “where’d you last see him?” he tried to pry his way out of her grip, gently but with feeling. the glassiness of her gaze as they connected eyes should have told him he wouldn’t be getting an answer and she wobbled precariously in her heels (why was wendy wearing heels, actually? didn’t suit the costume, in kyu’s opinion).

“come with me!” came her suggestion instead. if minkyu were any more versed in the art of coquetry, he may have seen her expression as a warning sign. if he had any experience from which to draw, he may have broken away from where she linked their hands, excused himself, and continued the search on his own. innocently, obliviously, he thought she’d lead him to minjae -- not to the guest bedroom. 

“jae?” kyu called into the half darkness, now his turn at bemusement. did his twin crash earlier than him? not make it up to their bedrooms on the second floor? why was his hand still being held and -- oh. 

with all his lanky height and typically pristine dancer’s balance, minkyu was knocked off center by his brother’s girlfriend crowding him up against the now-closed bedroom door. her posture had changed to loop arms back around his neck and he had just enough time to make an awkward squawk of a sound before lips found his in the darkness. his eyes remained open and his whole body rigid in painfully sober surprise. hands were dropped to his sides, palms flat against the door. 

what? she had the twins confused. it was a case of mistaken identity. sure they were in drastically different costumes but it’s very clear from how she’s kissing, liquor soaked tongue not finding entry against minkyu’s clamped shut lips, that she has no idea he’s not minjae. fingers make their way up into his hair, tug with no response. he’s processing, panicking, begging it all to end so he doesn’t have to be the one to do so. it’s his first kiss, stolen, and by the girl that his brother told him might actually be ‘the one’. no no no no. 

his usual softness be damned, he firmly grabbed her by the waist and pushed away. she stayed upright, thankfully, but her expression seemed heartbroken. no. don’t make this worse. “don’t you want me? you were saying you want me!” her voice wavered and he wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or an immediate threat of tears. kyu wasn’t about to stick around to find out. 

freedom found, he coached his paralyzed limbs into action, opening the door and darting out of the room. his heart hammered in his chest, no, and he was sure that people were staring -- no. as he sped his way past the party and sprinted up the stairs, he raised a free hand to his lips. there’s lipstick smudged there, he can feel it, sticky and incriminating. he had to tell minjae. he had to find minjae. 

but that would mean returning back to the party, risking people getting ideas seeing him in this disheveled state and, even worse, running into her and having to explain. no. he couldn’t do it. not with his heart still flying at a hummingbird’s pace and his mind replaying the horrible discomfort of it all with striking detail. why did people ever kiss? why when it was so warm and wet and strange.

he’d stay sitting on the floor of his bedroom, eyes scrunched closed and head pressed against the door, for over half an hour, ruminating until the guilt felt entirely his own burden to bear. by the end of it, he didn’t think it’d matter that she was drunk, that she thought he was minjae, that he’d broken it off as soon as he could. his first kiss was with his brother’s girlfriend and there would be no changing that. ever. all he could do was hope that she was too drunk to remember what he’s too sober to forget. 

the telltale stumbling of his twin coming up the stairs served as the end of his pity party and, with limbs heavy from disuse, he made his way towards the sound, ready to play the part of perfect brother. 

“kyu?” comes minjae’s groggy query, voice as pale as the early morning sun rays streaming in through the window. “y’there?” of course he was there. he’s always going to be there, for so long as he can help it. kyu gives a hum of response, not yet trusting himself not to just blurt out his offenses. “some party, huh?”

one could say that again. he can hear a sleepy pride in his brother’s voice. aside from the unceremonious ending -- minkyu clearing people out after it was clear both hosts would be out of commission -- it had been a good night, in jae’s eyes. kyu just wishes he could feel the same. maybe he should tell him now, get it over with, let his twin decide culpability and consequences while he’s not yet feeling the heaviness of his hangover. but -- no. 

“go back to sleep, jae,” kyu returns gently instead, turning onto his side to face away from the other. “we’ll get you back in your own bed when it’s actually legal to be awake.” it’s said with affection and apparently it’s enough for jae to drift off, breathing evening out slowly. minkyu will take it to the grave, he decides. 

and in some twisted way, he did.

[latibulx]

📱( Minjae )

SEND A 📱FOR 5 UNSENT TEXT MESSAGES, AND 1 SENT MESSAGE FROM MY MUSE! ㅡ open ㅡ @unfinishedjulyrain

one ㅡ unsent

[  ✉ ㅡ Minjae ] I know it’s like five am but can you come pick me up at the club? a queen overdosed and I’m still in shock andㅡ

two  ㅡ unsent

[  ✉ ㅡ Minjae ] sometimes I want to take you away and go on an endless trip around the world with you, is that weird? 

three  ㅡ unsent

[  ✉ ㅡ Minjae ] I’m not sorry for trying to kiss you. 

four  ㅡ unsent

[  ✉ ㅡ Minjae ] whoa, I can’t believe you’ve ditched me to go on a date. 

five  ㅡ unsent

[  ✉ ㅡ Minjae ] don’t go visit them. stay with me. or I can come with you and be your fake boyfriend.

+1  ㅡ sent 

[  ✉ ㅡ Minjae ] I want to know everything! you can’t hide from your best friend ㅋㅋㅋㅋ 

[starskq]

XIKERS FAKE TEXTS / THEM ACCIDENTALLY CONFESSING (pt.1)

Pairing ◊ reader x xikers

Genre ◊ fluff

Warnings ◊ mention of coming over, bad attempt as humour (sorry), kms jokes, cheesy ass lines in sumin's

[oncebattled]

the one where you and your soulmate share an emotional link. (minjae / junwoo)

i choose you @nobilitylost !! *soulmate au meme || accepting

                                             the fancy ballroom glittered around junwoo as he walked in with his father and they made their way towards the head table. only the very best for the attorney general and his son. there were whispers along their way but he tried his best to ignore them and sit down. all the other tables had full view of theirs and junwoo loathed the intent focus. his mother's family also sat with them and his heart sunk further in his chest. his dear ole grandmother gave him a look, obvious distaste there at his attire. okay, maybe he shouldn't have gone for a floral suit but he thought he looked nice. the purple flowers really complimented his skin tone or so he thought. now, he kind of wished he faked sick and stayed with minjae. his father might have slowly started to accept him but still refused him bringing a boyfriend to events like these.    ❝ do you always insist on being a disappointment, dear? ❞     his grandmother asked, shaking out her cloth napkin to place in her lap.    ❝ i can only be relieved your mother isn't still alive to see this blatant disregard. rest her soul. ❞     his grandfather looked up from drinking his wine, setting the glass down with a soft thump.    ❝ leave the boy alone, it doesn't do any good to try and help. that son of mine is too soft on him. would have sent him away to one of those places if he was with us. ❞     the repulsion deepened but junwoo kept the smile plastered on his face. he would not react. he would not react.    ❝ it's a pleasure seeing you both again, ❞     he replied instead and they both shook their heads at him before turning to others further down the table. leaving him to just sit there and stew in the self loathing he really thought he put to rest awhile ago. his phone lit up and junwoo grabbed for it, seeing texts from minjae. of course. as soulmates, minjae could feel everything he did. discreetly, he tried to text back. ( my one ). i'm okay, minmin. just. family issues. ( my one ). okay okay. i'm not okay. i wish you were here. ( my one ). i need you here.

[starry-kfics]

jealous [eunwoo]

a written sequel to this fake text scenario (can be read separately with little confusion)

word count: 1881

warnings: none

♡

“So you want to meet Kim Minjae-sunbaenim?” Eunwoo suddenly blurted out one day while you were grabbing lunch together.

After he had abruptly ended your text conversation about it, you never expected him to bring up the topic again. You had a mouthful of rice and could only nod, shocked.

“There’s going to be a K-Drama awards show soon, and the cast of The Best Hit are invited. Minjae-ssi says he needs a date, so I told him I had a friend who would be willing to go with him.” Dongmin seemed reluctant as he explained to you, and you nearly choked on the rice in your mouth.

Depserately swallowing before you spoke, you said with a shocked grin, “Are you kidding? I would love to!”

“That’s what I thought. It’s in two weeks, and sunbaenim will pick us both up from my house, okay?”

“Okay!”

Two weeks later, you were in front of ASTRO’s dorms, nervously knocking on the door.

“Y/N noona! You’re so beautiful!” The shocked voice of Sanha squealed as the lanky boy opened the door to the dorms for you.

“Thank you, Sanha.” You smiled, following him inside as he went into the kitchen to grab a drink.

“I still can’t believe Eunwoo hyung finally got the courage to ask you to be his date.” The maknae said nonchalantly over his shoulder as he rooted through the fridge.

Your eyes widened when he said that, and you immediately started sputtering through an explanation, “I’m not Dongmin’s date, I’m his costar Kim Minjae’s date tonight. Dongmin set us up together.”

“Oh. Noona, forget everything I just said! And don’t tell hyung what I just didn’t say, because he’ll kill me.” And at that rushed ramble, Sanha darted out of the kitchen and towards his bedroom, juice in hand.

Still shocked at what he said, you didn’t realize Dongmin had left his room until you heard an audible gasp, and turned around to see your friend standing there, jaw dropped. He was looking handsome as well in an all white suit, which only made him look like an angel on earth. It paralleled sharply with the deep scarlet gown you were wearing, sent by Minjae especially for you to wear tonight. The neckline showed the most minimal amount of cleavage to make it a little sexy, and the flow of the material draped across your frame accentuated your body perfectly. Paired with jewelry from your own collection, and styled hair and makeup, you felt like a different person.

“Hey, Dongmin-ah.” You smiled, messing with your handbag for a moment. “Sanha let me in.”

“Y/N-ah, you look, wonderful.” He couldn’t seem to even formulate words, and you found it slightly amusing.

“Thanks. I like your suit, by the way.”

“Oh, thank you.”

Another bedroom door opened, and two shorter figures ran out, yelling happily. “We need to get pictures!” MJ yelled, holding up his phone, camera out towards you and Eunwoo.

“Hyungs, please stop.” Your friend groaned, but they merely shook their heads.

“I need pictures of my son on his big night!” JinJin squealed excitedly, and you stood next to Dongmin for a few pictures before there was a knock on the door.

“Ah, that must be sunbaenim.” Dongmin seemed relieved to have an excuse to get out of the impromptu photo session, heading towards the door. “Hyungs, you need to leave.”

“We’re not allowed to see him after what happened last time.” MJ whispered cryptically to you, leading JinJin back into their bedroom.

You didn’t even have the brain power to really think about what the boys were talking about, you were to busy internally freaking out, fidgeting with your handbag again. Rooted to the spot, you held your breath as you heard Dongmin open the door, then give a friendly greeting to his costar.

“Ah, sunbaenim, I should introduce you to Y/N-ah.” He said brightly, and when you heard your name, your head snapped up and you looked to the men in front of you.

Minjae was still addressing Eunwoo for a moment, saying, “Eunwoo-yah, how many times do I have to tell you that I’m not your sunbae?”

“Sorry, Minjae-yah.” He said sheepishly, then took to introducing you. “Kim Minjae, this is Y/L/N Y/N, one of my best friends, and your date for tonight.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Y/N-ssi.” Minjae bowed, and you bowed to him as well.

“Pleasure is all mine, Minjae-ssi.” You nearly choked on your words, desperately trying to control your breathing.

“I’m happy the dress fits you, I got the measurements from Dongmin-ah.”

You looked to your friend, remembering why he knew your measurements. “I’ve dragged him to the mall to go shopping with me enough times, I’m glad he’s noticed.”

“He’s very observant. Now, enough about Eunwoo,” Minjae said approvingly, offering his arm out to you. “I’d like to know more about you, Y/N-ssi.”

You linked your arm with his, following the star out to the limo that was waiting. Eunwoo exited with you two, sitting across from you in the limo. When you got to the venue, you were wide-eyed as you took it all in. Eunwoo stepped out of the car first, then Minjae, who offered you his hand to help you out of the car. When you stood, there were dozens of flashing lights and camera clicks that went off, and you were blinded for a moment. You felt a set of hands steady you and guide you away from the paparazzi outside.

“Thank you.” You nodded to who you thought to be Minjae, but it was Eunwoo that was smiling down at you, promptly letting go of you.

“You’re welcome.”

“I am so sorry, Y/N-ssi, I didn’t expect there to be so many cameras outside.” Minjae apologized, taking your arm back in his.

“That’s alright, Minjae-ssi, I’m not completely unused to it. Dongmin took me to one of his first film debuts, although there wasn’t nearly as many paparazzi there.”

“It was a short film festival, and I had a very minor role.” Dongmin downplayed the event, and you shook your head.

“Your acting was still incredible.”

Minjae was watching your interaction with somewhat of a confused face, but shook his head, merely guiding the both of you to the seats with the rest of The Best Hit cast. You didn’t know any of them, and anxiously sat between Minjae and Dongmin. Minjae was nominated for quite a few big awards, while Dongmin had only a single nomination for Best Supporting Actor. As you talked and chatted with Minjae, you found that even though he was fairly charming and an interesting man, you didn’t quite seem to click with him. Not like you did with Dongmin.

As you were realizing this, the winner for one of the big awards Minjae had been nominated for was announced, and your date had ended up winning. You cheered and clapped for him as he went up, accepting the trophy, then was asked to make a speech.

You wanted to watch eagerly as he did so, but your thoughts were still preoccupied by the other actor beside you. Turning your head ever so slightly, you looked at your friend. In the dim lights, his handsome features were illuminated just enough that you could see that he was also staring at you.

He leaned forward, and you startled, unsure of what he was going to do. His mouth ended up beside your ear, and you realized he was just going to whisper something as to not be rude. “Are you having a good time?”

“Yes, thank you.” You replied quietly, and he smiled half-heartedly.

“Ah, your date is coming back.” Dongmin leaned back in his seat, moving away from you.

You could still feel his warm breath over your ear as he spoke, and a small shiver went down your spine. Refocusing yourself to Minjae, you clapped for the actor as he returned to his seat.

“Congrats!” You grinned, hugging him for a moment.

“Thank you, Y/N-ah.” He said, and you were caught off-guard when he gave you a peck on the cheek then sat down as if it was nothing.

On your other side, Dongmin shot up to his feet when that happened, and the other audience members looked at him curiously. Without a word, he walked down the aisle towards the doors that led out of the event hall. Mumbling some excuse to Minjae, you followed your friend out of the auditorium. He continued down a hallway, and you ran after him as fast as you could in the heels you had chosen for the night. Not only that, but he had much longer legs than you, his strides were quicker.

“Dongmin!” You called after him in the deserted hallway.

He pivoted on his heel, turning sharply to look at you. The calm, collected Dongmin you usually saw was gone, he looked to be in serious distress, and you gently rested your hand on his arm. “What’s wrong, Dongmin-ah?”

Your friend didn’t answer, instead grabbing your waist, firmly pressing his lips to yours. You felt your mouth part, mostly in shock, but also to allow him to deepen the kiss. This was not how you expected this night to go, and yet you didn’t stop it. You were here as someone else’s date, but it felt like fate how your bodies interlocked, your hand at the nape of his neck, and his on your waist.

When you two had stopped the kiss for air, you let out a small giggle. “Cheesy and dramatic.”

Dongmin let out a breathy laugh too, hands still on your waist. “I’m not a k-drama actor for nothing.”

“Speaking of,” another man’s voice came from down the hall, where you had ran down away from the auditorium. It was Minjae, hands stuffed in his pockets, looking confused and slightly awkward again. “The results for Best Supporting Actor just got announced, and uh, you won, Eunwoo-yah.”

“I’m already a winner.” Dongmin smiled down at you.

You rolled your eyes, giving him a light shove on the chest towards the auditorium. “Go get your trophy, you cheeseball.”

“Alright, alright.”

There a loving smile across your lips as you watched him retreat down the hall, back to where the awards show was. That left you and Minjae in the hall, clearly you had to talk about something.

“I kind of saw that coming.” Minjae commented, and you raised an eyebrow. “When Eunwoo was telling me about you, I could tell he was in love.”

“And you said yes anyway?”

“I was hoping to get him to man up and confess.”

“You two really are k-drama actors.” You scoffed, walking back towards the event hall with Minjae.

“You bet.” He held the door open for you, and you were able to see Dongmin on stage, being handed his trophy.

Dongmin spotted you, his smiling quadrupling in brightness as he gave a small wave to you. Even though Minjae made him go the long way around, you were glad your friend had ended up confessing, this was the start of something that was long overdue.

[starskq]

m: mature/smut - s: suggestive - f: fluff - a: angst

requests are open

OT8/REACTIONS

none yet

PARK SEONGHWA

none yet

KIM HONGJOONG

none yet

JEONG YUNHO

family [f] [s]

twisted [m] [a]

KANG YEOSANG

none yet

CHOI SAN

treat you better [m] [f]

SONG MINGI

none yet

JUNG WOOYOUNG

i still hate you [m] [a]

CHOI JONGHO

sweetheart [m] [f] [a]

OT10/REACTIONS

reactions to xikers calling you cute [hyung] [maknae]

them accidentally confessing [pt.1] [pt.2] [pt.3] fake texts

KIM MINJAE

there for you [f] [a]

i love you [f]

studio [m] [f]

spoiling you [f]

PARK JUNMIN

take care [f]

miss you [f] coming soon

CHOI SUMIN

jealousy [f] [s]

HAM JINSIK

seven minutes [f] [s]

CHOI HYUNWOO

award show [f]

KIM JUNGHOON

none yet

PARK SEEUN

convenience store [f]

sprained ankle [f]

JUNG YUJUN

boyfriend!yujun [f]

PARK HUNTER

late night dinner [f]

LEE YECHAN

protective bf [f]

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REQUIREMENTS

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If your request looks a little something like "minjae xikers extra fluffy" your request will be deleted immediately. I am sick and tired of constantly asking for a plot. Please just do the bare minimum and think of something. And if you dont have anything.. dont request!!

When I say status, I mean whats the readers and idols relationship? Have they been besties since birth? Have they just met? Have they been dating for a while? Please specify, so the writing process will be easier and make more sense.

It'll also be nice if you take a glance at this post :33

DO

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suggestive

fake texts

soft thoughts

headcanons

bulletpoints

I am okay with writing suggestive topics, but please keep in mind that the idol you are requesting for is legal. My suggestives writings are more like very detailed makeout sessions, and nothing too deep, so keep that in mind also!

DIE

smut

heavy angst

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dubcon

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MORE NOTES

I have decided that all of my stories will be fem!reader since im a female and im so used to putting pronouns like 'she' and 'her' in my works. As I've already stated, i do not write for male readers but if you'd like you request to be gender neutral, please specify!

The only time I am okay with a request to be without a plot is for fake text messages. The only thing i ask for is the status between the characters and a few words to sum up what they are doing

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[mcndincorrect]

Minjae: if you ever feel stupid just remember one time Seungmin and i thought we were stuck in an elevator panicking for 24 minutes just to realize that neither one of us pressed a button