#nuest fic

[blue-jisungs]

minhyun always needs to have u on set for long kdrama shoots (esp overnight) cause he gets so tired :( but once he gets some kisses from you then he'll feel energized enough to shoot the next scene skdjsk

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author’s note. i decided to combine this req with kyky’s one, i hope yall don’t mind!!! i also hope it’ll make your mood lighten up even a bit:( not proof read, sorry!

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maybe it was just his character.

he was shy, introverted and preferred quiet and peace over being in a loud room filled with people.

or maybe he was just tired… exhausted even.

not an ounce of strength or energy in him to do anything. minhyun just wanted to melt into his chair, become one with it, fall asleep– no, stop. backspace. he wanted to go home, to you, to fall asleep in your arms.

but he has to finish shooting this very exhausting scene.

as much as he loved being an actor, he just let out an annoyed sigh at the mere thought of the upcoming shoot.

“where’s my super star?!”

his eyes peeked open, not moving an inch.

you barged into the room and it was like sunshine flooding through an open window. (even thought the night sky was widely displayed behind the window in the room).

“min, here you are! i’ve been looking for you! it’s so cold here, why won’t you close the window?” you asked, voice filled with excitement.

he let his eyelids drop again.

“don’t… wanna… move…” minhyun mumbled and heard you walk up and close the window.

“i stopped by a nearby cafe and brought you and staff some food! i might be broke now but at least everyone’s stomach is full” you hummed happily and the sound of your energetic footsteps reached his ears.

he couldn’t control the smile that creeped on his lips: your presence and the energy you emitted was contagious, whether he liked it or not.

“yah, mr hwang! wakey wakey!” you grinned and suddenly there were cold hands on his cheeks.

letting out a gasp, minhyun’s body jolts and eyes open wide.

“your hands…!” minhyun groaned but broke into a bigger smile upon seeing your face up close.

“are they cold? sorry… i left my gloves at your place… anyway, wake up! i brought you some coffee, warm one! and bunch of snacks – sweet bread, milk bread, chocolate croissant, muffins…” your voice was so pleasant to listen to that he zoned out, losing control over his body once again.

“…but the cashier said that they can throw in some discounts so obviously i agreed…”

just for a second. his eyelids weighed like a ton, unable to keep open. neck giving up and letting his head drop down.

“…and then a tiger ran into me…”

one more minute. he was just resting his eyes, totally listening to you and keeping track of–

“…the aliens kidnapped me but i did a flip and escaped their ship!”

minhyun slowly rose his head up and you observed his tired face. a glowing smile adorned your lips as he visibly processed what you just said.

“what?” minhyun blinked slowly and a bubbly laugh escaped your mouth.

“you weren’t listening, huh? don’t worry. here, have some coffee” you hummed and after handing him the warm paper cup, you pecked his temple.

he was just trying to keep up with the story but gave up as soon as he felt your lips brush against his skin.

the coffee was tasty, just as he liked it. while he was sipping on it and munching on the sweets, he listened to you. to attempt on keeping him awake, you decided to talk to him: starting from how your day was and finishing on the fact that you just found out the difference between chipmunks, eurasian squirrels and american squirrels.

a knock on the door interrupted your rant about hamsters (“they are just squirrels without tails!”) and all of the energy that was back in him started to flow out again.

“minhyun, we’re waiting. whenever you’re ready” one of the staff members called and he just whined, putting his food away.

“come on, baby. you can do it! let’s just get it done and we’ll go home” you encouraged him and started planting kisses on every single spot your lips could reach.

his soft cheeks, perfectly shaped nose, cheekbones, forehead… even his jaw and chin. minhyun started giggling, feeling a bit ticklish.

his battery was about 99% charged.

“i think you missed a spot” your boyfriend teased playfully and you grinned, cupping his face.

landing a tender kiss on his soft lips, you could taste the sweetness of snacks he ate. minhyun melted into the kiss, pulling you closer. you felt him smile just before he backed away suddenly.

“100%. i’ll try to be quick, baby” he hummed and stood up. you weren’t sure what he meant but minhyun’s face was glowing with excitement again.

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I WISH YOU COULD HEAR MY LULLABY

genre. angst... but like it's not that bad?? not even exactly sure what i wrote 🤞 warnings. major character death i think... and uh a lot of mourning/remembering 👍 pairing. minhyun x fem!reader. wc. 1.1k. request. no. a/n. you are legally required to listen to minhyun's new single lullaby while you read bcuz omg its so beautiful and if you couldn't tell it inspired this entire fic and omg i just love minhyun sm hes my baby :( @blue-jisungs sorry for the minhyun angst but i had to 🧍‍♀️

There’s was a certain sense of comfort that washed over Minhyun whenever his footsteps led him to that bus stop. The one just a couple blocks from his apartment, the one that he had been to thousands of times, yet none of them were actually to get on one of the buses. It was such a regular part of his day that the bus drivers had even become accustomed to driving right past if he was the only one waiting at the stop. 

Minhyun was grateful for this. He much preferred if people didn’t pay him any mind— he liked to be left alone with his thoughts. Thoughts of you; or memories, rather.

All the days he had waited patiently for you at this very bus stop never left his memory. The bus you took was number 27— and it didn’t matter where you needed to go for the day, you would always come back to Minhyun on that particular bus. He would wait for you to step off and run into his arms. No matter the weather or how busy he was that day, he would always be there waiting for your return.

The day wasn’t complete until you were back in his arms and he was lifting you slightly off your feet and spinning you around amidst laughter and the elated feeling in both of your hearts at seeing each other again. He would carry your bag in his left hand and lace the fingers of his right hand with yours, swinging gently back and forth as you both walked back to his apartment. You liked to plant small kisses on his cheek, even just for the satisfying reaction of seeing them flush a soft pink. 

This was your routine every night for years— from back when you were both in highschool, to when you moved in together, all the way until Minhyun proposed to you 2 years ago. You were sure that the precious moment you reunited every night would last for years and years to come; yet you were never able to step off that bus and be able to call Minhyun your husband.

A road accident— a case of drunk driving on dangerous road conditions due to snow caused a serious collision in the middle of the road. Most passengers were injured and rushed to the hospital, including you. 

Though Minhyun had hoped and prayed for your recovery every night and day, you eventually left him and took your spot amongst the stars. The night of December 14th was when Minhyun lost the love of his life.

He couldn’t bring himself to break the routine he had kept up for over a decade. Minhyun knew in the back of his mind that it was impossible for you to ever step off that bus and into his arms again. You were gone, yet your memory remained in the bus stop, and, as such, Minhyun would always come back to it. 

As soon as Minhyun stepped out of his apartment and felt the cold chill of the wind, he reached for the coat rack without thinking. It was only when he was halfway to the bus stop that he remembered that there was no need for him to bring your coat with him. He wasn’t sure if ghosts could even feel the cold. Or, perhaps, they were cold all the time? The latter thought brought a frown to his face, and a quick glance up at the sky as if to check to see if you were cold or not. Despite not getting an answer, he still felt a little more at ease by the action.

The bus stop was deserted, as always, and Minhyun took his usual seat without wasting a second. It took a few minutes for him to realize he was glad he had accidentally brought your coat along with him. As he hugged it a little close to his face, the faint scent of your old perfume reached his nose. It wasn’t very strong— having significantly faded over the years, but still definitely recognizable. 

Minhyun closed his eyes and breathed it in, letting each inhale and exhale fade away with the wind as his brain brought up his favourite memories of you. Your first kiss in high school, late night walks around the city, early mornings waking up next to each other, and the evenings you spent planning for your wedding were amongst the best.

He settled on the last thought a little closer, letting his mind drift to when you took him with you for wedding dress shopping. It wasn’t traditional for the groom to see the dress before the wedding, but you valued his opinion so much that you wanted to bring him along nonetheless. You had never told him which dress you had decided on after the day of shopping was over, but he was pretty sure it was one of the 3 he liked the most.

You had looked ethereal in all of them— so pretty that Minhyun almost forgot how to breathe. The excitement and happiness you had both felt at that time was unmeasurable. Truly, the best moments of his life were all spent with you.

There were times where Minhyun felt lost and confused. He knew you would want him to be happy. You were always watching over him, and so he tried his best to smile and laugh and move forward with his life for you. But he wasn’t sure how he was ever supposed to experience the same fulfilment in his life when such a large piece of it was so obviously missing.

No matter how empty he felt, he knew you were waiting for him patiently. He would wait for you as well, for however long it took for you both to reunite. But until then, he would continue to cherish your memories— the scent of your perfume, the lost feeling of your lips against his or the warmth of your body in his hold, the sound of your laughter echoing in the walls of his apartment, and the framed photos of you he had carefully arranged. 

With the revving of the bus engine as it lumbered along past the bus stop, Minhyun stood up again. He let out a breath and clutched your coat closer to his chest, adjusting the ring on his left ring finger to be back in its place. He hummed a soft tune he had been working on for some time since you had passed. Every time he repeated the melody in his head, he could only look forward to when he would be able to sing it to you, as all the lyrics were for you, anyway.

He would wait until that day— until you could hear his lullaby.

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❅ nu’est minhyun x neutral reader, established relationship.

❅ warnings: a very corny joke about frozen lol.

❅ wc: 320

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❅ a/n: i am super behind sorry, i hope you enjoy this anyway!❤️

“Minhyun!” running down the stairs screaming your boyfriend’s name only happened on very specific occasions: when he got back home after being away for a long time, or when you found a bug you refused to get rid of. 

This time, however, you weren’t in any of those situations, which was why Minhyun immediately got up from his place on the couch, rushing to see what was happening to you.

“Do you want to build a snowman?!” you squealed, jumping the last two steps and letting him catch you in a less than graceful manner.

Minhyun groaned audibly, letting go of your waist. “You came down running just to quote Frozen to me?”

“What? No! It’s snowing!” you cheered, pulling him towards the window. Letting go of his hand as soon as he leaned to take a look outside. “Let’s go!”

“Don’t you dare go outside like this,” he warned, pointing to your thin clothing. “You’re going to freeze AND get sick.”

“It’s fine,” you assured, grabbing the jacket hanging on the coat rack by the door. “It’s snowing!” you cheered once again. 

Letting you go outside first, Minhyun went back upstairs to find another jacket for himself and warmer clothing for you, including a scarf and some gloves. Snow was covering the yard by the time he came out, and you were shivering as you approached the door. 

“I told you so,” you said in his place, puffing your cheeks as your breath made small clouds in the air. “But look! I made a mini snowman.”

Minhyun looked above your shoulder at the tiny snowman with no eyes or nose, as he wrapped the scarf around your neck and zipped the jacket further up. “It’s cute,” he said simply, still focused on the fact that your fingers were frozen.

“Let’s build one together?” you offered, a big smile on your lips as you kissed his worried pout away.

[fallinginlovewithstrangers]

Storybook (Kim Jonghyun)

{i don’t own the gifs}

Once upon a time in a land far away, there lived a young prince. The prince, appropriately named Kim Jonghyun and affectionately nicknamed JR by the servants, developed an interest in the kingdom and everyone he would one day rule over, making him a man of the people from a young age.

With the exception of Prince Hwang Minhyun, Jonghyun was considered the odd one out by the royals of his age, often looking down on him for attending school with the commoners instead of hiring a tutor to teach him. Jonghyun preferred it this way though, for it helped him gain a new perspective and an understanding of how his people lived and he swore when he’d be king, he’d make the kingdom a much better place. 

As he grew up, the young prince partook in many activities, eventually befriending Kang Dongho, his future knight and Choi Minki, future tailor for the elite (on Jonghyun’s recommendation of course.)

Because the Hwangs and Kims were neighbors in the vast land, they met regularly, the kings quietly discussing the financial crisis while the queens bonded over tea. Jonghyun, Minhyun and his sister princess eventually learned to sneak out of the castles and wander into the town where they met Aron Kwak, a free spirit whose heart never stayed in one place until Minhyun offered him a job working around the castle. But even once Minhyun’s younger sister reached a certain age, she stopped hanging around, instead spending her days on practicing becoming a queen for potential suitors and learning her duties should she accept to rule alone.

Jonghyun never stopped learning, never stopped caring, never stopped being curious of anyone who resided in either kingdom which made him particularly familiar with a lot of people and fairly popular at that. He didn’t mind; it made him proud that he could be someone to other people.

And although he knew he would one day get married to become king, he wasn’t in a hurry to settle down...yet.  

*

“Son of a bitch,” Jonghyun swore as he knocked the glass of water over. He stood up before the water could fall into his lap and wet his clothes. 

“I told you not to leave it so close,” Minhyun commented before raising his own glass to his lips, pinkie out and drinking slowly so the coldness of the ice wouldn’t rush to his brain.

Jonghyun took out his handkerchief to dry up the water that managed to seep into his pants and onto his shirt. How that happened, he didn’t know but let it go. “Do you have an extra one?”

“No need, Hyung. Y/N!” 

In the blink of an eye, his newest servant appeared with a polite smile and a curtsey, ready for his orders. “Your Highness.” You turned to Jonghyun. “Your Highness.”

“Y/N, can you take Prince Charming here to my room? He, uh, had an accident,” he snickered. “There should be some clothes lying around somewhere. And tell Aron to bring us lunch if he isn’t busy.”

“Yes, sir.” You bowed at Minhyun. “Right this way your Highness.” You led him quietly out of the garden and into the castle, greeting a few of the nobles visiting the kingdom, and politely instructing Aron of the princes’ meals when they stopped in the kitchen.

“You don’t talk much, do you?” Jonghyun asked, trying to make conversation. He had been walking with his hands in his pockets, whistling loudly to fill the silence, but his lungs quit on him. He had seen you over the years in passing by in Minhyun’s village, sometimes getting bread or dropping off dresses with a seamstress, but never gave it a second thought. It could’ve been anyone serving Minhyun. But this was his first time alone with you.

You offered him an apologetic smile. “I’m still trying to get used to everything and everyone first. It’s quite overwhelming going from being a delivery person to serving royalty overnight...although it’s been almost a month.”

“Do you like it?”

“Everyone’s been very kind to me, and I seem to be doing a good job. I hope the Hwangs will have complete faith in me serving them. It’s a real honor.” You’d heard the story of their last servant stealing from them and how many things needed to be replaced and how much gold managed to get smuggled out. The kingdom had taken a hit and the poverty rate was slowly increasing, making you extremely lucky to have a job right now. 

“Have they caught the person responsible for the hardship of the kingdom?” When you shook your head, he sighed and excused himself to change into something drier, only to groan when he felt itchy in the attire. He needed to get Ren to design something for Minhyun, maybe for a birthday present or something and then maybe he’d see.

You were long gone when he stepped out so he made his way into the courtyard when he overheard the two kings in the library in a heated discussion. “Forgive me if I overstep any boundaries,” Minhyun’s father said, “but you are overstaffed and it’s only a matter of time before they figure that out. We’ve had to let some of our own people go for the same reason.”

“I know. But what else can we do? These people have entrusted us to look after them and it’d feel like we’re turning our backs on them. We’ve looked deep in the coal mines in search of more gold but everything’s empty. Many have left us as it is, but we’re still struggling. We are grateful for everything you’ve done for us. Thank you. Our only hope will be to merge the kingdoms.”

“Your Highness?” You tapped Jonghyun’s shoulder lightly, making him jump. “Lunch is ready.”

“Thank you Y/N,” he said quickly composing himself. 

“Is everything okay? You’re looking a little pale. Shall I send for a doctor?”

He shook his head. “I’m fine, thank you. Just a little jittery from probably not having lunch yet.” He extended his arm. “After you.”

*

Later that night, Jonghyun locked himself in the study room in hopes of finding a quick solution for the time being. He advised his servants not to bother him unless it was important. He unrolled a map that took up the entire table space and studied the blueprint. He dipped his quill in the inkwell, the tip lightly scritch-scratching on the paper. He circled the locations where he could probably find something, crossed out the places where the king said he searched and turned up with nothing, and making notes on where he could explore for himself just to make sure. He needed a better plan, he knew, but he wanted to help as much as he could. He couldn’t let his people down like this, not when they needed him. He paused when he heard a soft knock on the door. “Yeah?” he said rubbing his eyes.

“The queen would like to know if you’re okay Your Highness. You’ve been up here for hours and she’s worried,” Dongho said, holding a tray. “I told her you’d be having your meal up here.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that. Just put it down anywhere. I just need to finish this.” The scent of food finally reached his nostrils. “That smells good. What is it?”

“I’m not sure Your Highness. It actually came from the Hwang kingdom.” Dongo set the tray on one of the chairs closest to Jonghyun.

“That’s nice of them,” he said. He took off the silver lid that held its contents, inhaling the smell of the bibimbap. He frowned a little at a note folded up neatly on the side. “Dongho, can you bring me some chopsticks. I don’t see anything here.” Once he was alone, he unfolded the note, not recognizing the handwriting but smiling when he saw who it was from. 

Prince Minhyun said you didn’t eat much at lunch, so I sent you this. Enjoy. -Y/N.

*

“Did you find what you were looking for Your Highness?” Dongho asked once they were in familiar territory again. He couldn’t believe he had been talked into nearly getting lost in the woods.

“No, but if we could just go a little further out next time, then I’m sure we would.” He petted his horse gently, offering him an apple slice. “I feel it Dongho! I know that we can at least fix the water problem; we just have to keep going.”

“Your Highness, I admire your perseverance, but we’re not prepared for something like this.”

“Listen to me though. Finding water means our people won’t die of thirst and if we can find a body of water, we can catch fish and if we catch fish, they won’t die of hunger.”

“But they will die if they’re allergic to fish,” Baekho mumbled to himself and Jonghyun whacked him.

“Not the point.”

“I know you want to save the people hyung, I get it. What I don’t understand is how you’re putting pressure on yourself to do this when it isn’t even your responsibility. The king is still alive, and there’s pressure to find a princess to marry. So why are you doing it?”

“Just as you said. I want to save the people. But I also want to feel like a competent leader when I’m king. I don’t want them to have doubts. And if I can save my people, Minhyun’s people will have a chance too.”

“There are always gonna be problems and there will always be people who doubt you. Your mind is in the right place and that’s all that matters.” He fed his own horse a carrot and he whinnied happily. 

They rode the rest of the way in silence, JR trying to remember everything on the map and Baekho watching the area carefully to make sure nothing seemed out of place. Thankfully not many people held a grudge against the innocent prince but one could never be too sure. He heard about a fellow knight who had accidentally eaten some poisoned strawberries meant for the princess he was supposed to be protecting, and how the princess never left his side until he recovered. They were married now, so at least they had a happy ending. 

The pair stopped in the town to do a checkup since neither seemed in a rush to get back to the castle. Jonghyun may have been a strong person but he had a fragile heart and it hurt him to see his kingdom falling apart. Many shops were boarded up shut from the families who couldn’t live there anymore and instead moved somewhere they could afford to live. The king had taken a great risk moving some of them into the castle but he supposed he’d rather have Minki there than anywhere else. Still, he saw his reflection on the glass of his parents’ tailor shop and Jonghyun turned away, feeling partially responsible even though it had nothing to do with him. 

He got off his high horse (literally), and picked up all the trash he saw, surprised that no one bothered to clean up. Once his people recognized him, they bowed respectfully and offered to take the trash he collected which he obliged. Not noticing his knight had left, Dongho returned with a bowl of porridge since they hadn’t eaten since leaving and Jonghyun refrained from shoveling the whole thing in his mouth, despite the lack of flavor. The people used the opportunity to bombard him with questions and concerns of the town, as they made a circle around him, overwhelming him and getting nervous. He answered as honestly as he could but it didn’t seem to be enough. And just as quickly, a small fire flown over their heads and near one of the stands made them disperse and turn their focus on that.

He felt someone grab his hand and run straight for the castle. It didn’t take him long to figure out that it was you but he was still astounded. You yelled for the guard to open the gates and laughing once you made it safely inside. Dongho headed straight for the stables, letting Jonghyun compose himself.

“Your Highness,” you said in between breaths, “what brings you out of the castle so late in the afternoon?”

“Exploring,” he admitted. “I wanted to see something but we got lost and turned around.” He stared at you wondering what was so out of place. “Why are you here roaming the kingdom?”

“The queen swears the vegetables here are the best in the land, so she sent me on an errand.” You frowned. “Only...I dropped them saving you.”

“That’s something I can repay fairly quickly. Follow me.” 

You walked inside, admiring the place. Much like the family you worked for, it was neat and seemed busy, with pages and squires and noblemen walking throughout the halls, charming anyone willing to listen. The portraits scattered along the walls, the past rulers keeping an eye around and pictures of the young prince growing up adorned the opposite side. You smiled at the humanity radiating off of him, enchanted at how his people loved him. “Did you really go to school with us commoners?” You asked in awe, stopping in front of one. 

“Yeah,” he said humbly. “I grew up with the servants here and a lot of them had kids my age. My parents were kind enough to let them in the castle so when they started school, I thought it’d be a good idea to follow them there. I met my two best friends there, no offense to your Prince Charming.”

“Prince Minhyun did say you were an odd one,” you commented. “Your Highness-”

“Please call me JR or Jonghyun.”

“JR,” you cleared your throat to hide your embarrassment at dropping the formality, “these people mean a lot to you, don’t they?” 

He nodded. “They’ve always had so much faith in us, and to feel like we’re not giving them our all, it feels like treason. I went out with Dongho because I was so sure we’d find a river or something and that would help with some of our problems. My people are starving or dying of thirst and a lot of them are leaving. I want to make my kingdom a better place.”

“Your Highness, I don’t know you that well, but I think you’re going to be a great king.” You patted his shoulder. “From the way I see you treat not just your own people, but Prince Minhyun’s too. I hear them speak highly of you in our village.”

*

From then on, a quiet friendship blossomed between you and Jonghyun, whether he met you at Minhyun’s castle or in either of the villages, he always greeted you with a smile and a promise of an adventure, no matter how short of a time you had together. You played harmless pranks on Minhyun like getting him to clap three times at a lamp so a “genie” would come out and often had Aron running around the castle because you’d tell him you lost Jonghyun. The Hwangs also started to have you send messages to the Kims for official business. If it got too late for Jonghyun to send you back (even with Dongho), he had you stay in a guest room, despite you being a servant. Both parties trusted you not to open the letters so you took this job very seriously. 

Jonghyun’s favorite pastime was reading quietly in the courtyard where no one could bother him unless it was to bring him his meals. He often raised his glass as a toast when he saw you roaming with his parents.

He also enjoyed tending to the gardens, something didn’t think he’d like because of the patience he lacked. You found him there many times talking to the plants, praising them and encouraging them to be the most beautiful in all the land. He had the habit of cutting off a flower and offering it to you if he saw you and pouting whenever you rejected it...which didn’t happen often.

He seemed happiest taking his flute lessons outside too because he swore music made the flowers grow faster. He enjoyed your company, fleeting as it was, so whenever your paths crossed, he made sure to keep a smile on your face with his own song for you as a goodbye if he couldn’t walk you to the gate.

He used these distractions to keep himself occupied from the kingdom’s troubles. His dreams, or rather, nightmares began plaguing him late into the night from not finding the source of water to the day of the coronation when his people decided to start a revolution and their first order of business was to overthrow him. They kept him up late at night and sometimes carried on into the morning. They seemed to get especially worse when you stopped coming by and he wondered what could’ve stopped.

*

“I’m sorry, what?” Jonghyun stuck his finger in his ear, cleaning it to make sure he heard right. “Let me get this straight...you want me to marry Minhyun’s sister.” The chicken is his mouth no longer tasted good to him.

“Are you really that surprised?” The king asked. “What do you think we’ve been doing all this time?”

“Trying to figure out what we’re gonna do about the kingdom.”

“My boy, this marriage is the only way to save our people. My time is coming to an end and soon it will be time for you to be crowned king. Now, wipe that look off your face. They’ll be by shortly and we can discuss everything.”

The servants had just finished clearing their plates when the page announced the Hwangs’ arrival. The King and Queen came into view first, regal and elegant as ever, followed by the prince and princess, admiring the place as if they’d never set foot there, and finally, you, head down and fingers laced together in front of you. 

“Your Majesties,” you curtsied. “Your Highness.” 

“Y/N, always a pleasure to see you,” the Queen greeted you kindly. “I trust you’ve been well.” 

“Very, thank you. I’m sorry I haven’t been in some time. They’ve kept me busy with all the wedding preparations.” You turned your attention briefly to Jonghyun. “Congratulations, Your Highness. It will be my honor to serve you in the future.”

“I look forward to having you.” At least a good thing that would come out of the marriage would be getting to see you more often. He missed you a lot more than he thought he did, but he was a bit surprised when he didn’t see you smile back at him.

The princess looped her arm through his, bringing back to the present moment. “I can’t believe this is happening!”

“Me neither.” He didn’t know why the idea didn’t excite him. The loyalties between the Kims and the Hwangs dated back as early as the first monarchs, complete with treaties swearing to never declare war on each other and even splitting riches among each other. This was a first in uniting the two families. 

“Okay, Y/N, since you will also become part of this family, allow me to take you to the best tailor in all the land and one the only person JR will allow to make his clothes,” his mother continued. “Choi Minki is simply an artist in what he makes.”

“Thank you,” you smiled at her. “It’ll be good to make sure he knows how the princess likes her dresses and I’ll have some familiarity in how Prince Jonghyun likes his clothes folded and all the like.”

Jonghyun followed the queens and you, with his bride to be right next to him, painting a picture of the wedding she imagined. He had to admit that the idea didn’t sound bad but he just couldn’t see himself in her vision or her in his. He nodded along to everyone talking until they reached Minki’s private corner of the castle and you two were introduced, getting straight to work on the dress and the suit fit for the future king and queen.

It pleased JR to know how easily you got along but a little later when he went back to tell Ren about a hole in favorite shirt, he saw you holding onto his shoulder, gasping for air and Minki egging you on, his heart stopped. He felt foolish for thinking he had been the only one to make you laugh that hard. He backed away slowly unnoticed.

*

You could hear Jonghyun moaning from the stomach pain but you couldn’t go in yet. The engagement party had ended abruptly once the prince ate a piece of rotten beef and came down with flu-like symptoms almost immediately after. The Kings and Queens rushed you and the servants to apologize to everyone attending and had you come straight back. The clock, funnily enough, struck midnight as you entered the room. Somehow someone managed to calm everyone down and assured everyone that Jonghyun wasn’t gonna die, but it’d be awhile until he felt well again. You volunteered to stay with him so everyone could get some rest. While you didn’t have experience watching over this particular prince, someone had to do it and everyone had a full day come morning. You wiped the sweat from his forehead which you swore he blushed from embarrassment. You got him to sit up slowly so he could drink water so he wouldn’t dehydrate, but it didn’t help him too much, so you disappeared for a few minutes and reappeared.

“I need you to drink this,” you said quietly when he wrinkled his nose at the smell and looked for the bucket.

“What is it?” 

“It’s tea with mint from the garden. It should settle your stomach.” You poured the tea into a small cup and blew on it until he could drink without scalding his tongue.

He shook his head. “I don’t wanna. It smells gross.”

“Your Highness, please. If you stop throwing up, we can try feeding you soup or bananas, or something just so you can feel better.” The cold sweat hadn’t subsided yet and you hoped this would do the trick. “Just a little bit. You don’t even have to finish it.”

“Promise?”

You held out your pinkie. “Promise.”

The series of events that happened next involved him throwing up on you and the bedsheets the moment he tried swallowing the tea and him apologizing for it and you running to get changed and bringing extra sets of clothes just in case with you reassuring him that you expected that. You convinced him to take a warm bath while you changed the sheets and threw the dirty ones outside the room. He tried falling asleep to no avail so he kept downing water which made him go to the bathroom every few minutes but he was too weak so you had to grab hold of him so he’d be able to walk without falling over. The food poisoning finally wore off a little before sunrise and he was finally able to eat again, but only after making sure he could stomach the mint tea. He ended up falling asleep with the spoonful of soup in his hand and you removed it so he’d be able to sleep in peace. You cleaned up his little area from his messes, tossing the other dirty dresses he managed to throw up on along with the bedsheets. 

You took one look at him once you finished, relieved at the color finally back on his cheeks and brushed the hair from his forehead, smiling sadly. Why did it have to be him? *

JR’s first order of business once he fully recovered was convincing his parents he didn’t wanna marry Minhyun’s sister. It didn’t feel right and it wouldn’t solve any problems. (His days of bedrest led him to obsessively look up the finances of both families and deducing that it wouldn’t help anyone.) When that didn’t work out, he packed a light backpack and headed out to clear his head without telling anyone he’d be gone. He climbed on his horse and together the rode off unnoticed into the forest, Jonghyun confiding his troubles to the white stallion and enjoying the fresh air, the temperature falling steadily the further they rode out. He had just wrapped a blanket around himself when he found himself toppling to the floor and Aesop on his hind legs, the fight or flight instinct kicking in. Jonghyun managed to roll to his side when Aesop kicked before taking off and leaving him stranded. Not far from him, he heard a rattle and he quickly got to his feet, looking for his stallion.

He felt like he walked in every direction, but everywhere looked the same. He could see the darkness start to kiss the sky and he at least hoped he’d find shelter soon. He’d read stories about ghosts and wolves coming out at night and he didn’t wanna be outside to find out. He was about to give up when he found a mine and went inside without a second thought. Inside, Jonghyun lit a small fire to keep warm and view his surroundings. He didn’t know how long he’d be in here, but he hoped someone would find him soon, seeing as though he didn’t have enough food to last him. He panicked a little when it started raining, the wind whistling and the water falling where it pleased made him start hearing things. He sat down in a ball, covering his ears with his hands when the thunder started. He just had to survive the night and then it’d be over.

“Your Highness!” A voice called out loud enough for him to uncover his ears momentarily. “Prince Jonghyun...JR! Make some noise so I know where you’re at? Your Highness!”

A moment later, you found him in that position, inside with no protection. “Jonghyun, there you are!” Wet as you were from the rain, you rushed to him and gave him a hug, surprised when he wrapped his arms around you.

“Don’t go away,” he whispered, unsure as to how you found him to begin with, but not wanting to ruin the moment that he wasn’t alone. You were there with him and that’s all that mattered.

*

It seemed like forever when you were dry again but the bigger problem was the cold you knew you’d get once this was over. The rain wasn’t letting up anytime soon but at least the thunder had stopped. “Your Highness, what are you doing so far away from home? We were all worried sick.”

“How did you find me?”

“I asked first.”

“I...got into a fight with my father and I wanted to get away for a little while.” Out of the corner of his eye, he swore something gleamed, but when he wiped the water away, it was gone. “Now you.”

“Aesop showed up startled. He wouldn’t stop neighing or shaking until we followed him and Mocha got your scent. He left as soon as I found you but they won’t look for us until daylight, probably.” You had never been more thankful for a guard dog than in that moment. “Are you okay?”

He nodded. “I will be now.” He stared at the flames intently as if hoping they’d give him a sign. “I wasn’t running away.” He felt the need to explain what’s been on his mind, even if he couldn’t quite get it out. “I just...Y/N, friend to friend, can I ask you something?”

Your heart flip flopped around your chest when you nodded. “Seeing as we’re gonna be here awhile, why not?”

“Do you think I’m making the right decision marrying the princess? I know they’re your family to serve, but I can’t help but wonder.”

“Your Highness-”

“Jonghyun.”

“Jonghyun,” you tried again, “the Hwangs are wonderful people, as wonderful as your family. I’m indebted to them for keeping me with them as they let more of their servants and other staff go.”

He nodded, expecting this answer. “But is it something I should do? For my people, her people even if nothing else adds up? Is it worth becoming king? Could you do it if you were the princess? Answer me honestly.”

You looked at him next to you, the warmth on your cheeks having nothing to do with the fire. “Yo-Jonghyun, what’s this about?”

“I’m in love with someone who isn’t the princess.” You watched him clasp his fingers together and unclasp them, playing with them. “She’s helped me through so much and I couldn’t help but fall. I want nothing more than to marry her and make her as happy as she’s made me.”

You didn’t know what to say to that, but then again you didn’t know what to expect, but it wasn’t that. “What are you gonna do then? What do you wanna do?”

He didn’t answer since something distracted him again. He stood up and walked toward the shine, scratching the surface of the wall. When that didn’t work, he rummaged through his backpack until he found a spoon and tried again. He dug really slowly so the silverware wouldn’t bend or break, scratching away patiently.

Meanwhile, you stared at the flames, enjoying the way they changed color. Eventually, it’d die down until nothing but the embers remained, and then go off completely until the cool ashes provided the only proof branches and twigs burned there. But for now, they burned brightly and beautifully, providing enough warmth, light and protection for you to close your eyes and fall asleep. You didn’t know how faraway daybreak was, but you found the prince (spooked but safe and intact), so you earned your nap. You jumped when Jonghyun tapped your shoulder, expecting him to still be stuck to the rocks, but still your eyes stayed closed. “Yes Your Highness?” you mumbled. 

You heard him chuckle, but nothing else, but you felt him drape something over you. “It’s nothing. Sleep now. I’ll show you later. Good night.”

*

The cave ended up being a mine full of diamonds, much to everyone’s dismay and relief which helped the Hwangs and the Kims with the poverty problem. It brought back their old people who were, after many years, finally able to reopen their shops and with that, brought more people to visit. Jonghyun solved the water problem by providing jobs to his people to dig from his kingdom to the nearest water source so they’d be able to have water closer to home. With that, the crops flourished, enabling farmers to settle down there too.

His heart felt full at seeing Minki back where he belonged and Dongho in an armor suit that protected him the way it was supposed to be. Minhyun sent the page often telling him of the growth of his own kingdom which focused more on education than anything else which kept him content. 

At seeing the boy’s success, the king knew he reached the end of the line. Jonghyun did everything he wanted for his people: give them a better life and thrive. So he relinquished his position and stepped down proudly. Jonghyun on the other hand, wanted to accomplish one more thing before he could be crowned king, and he needed your help. He paid a visit to the Hwangs, mumbling his apologies but it was important for him to see you. He found you helping Aron clearing a table in one of their libraries to prep the prince and princess for a lesson. After Jonghyun successfully threw a crumpled piece of paper, you excused yourself, greeting JR with a bow and a shy smile, while wiping your hands on your apron. He licked the tip of his thumb and wiped a smudge of ink off your cheek. 

“How can I help you, Your Highness?” you asked, trying to ignore your reddening cheeks. 

“Walk with me, Y/N. I have a lot of things to talk to you about before my coronation.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world. You have my word. I’ll be there.” You paused. “I’m sorry you’re not marrying our princess.”

“In a way, I am too, but I know she’s more of a lone wolf. Ruling with her would’ve been somewhat difficult. But since I also grew up with her, I don’t think I could’ve ever fallen in love with her either.” He smiled at you, letting you take the lead.

“It’s beautiful outside today. Would you like to see the gardens? The carnations are lovely this time of year.”

“Wherever you’d like. I have all day.”

“You most certainly do not. You probably canceled a big important meeting because of me.”

“Actually, you’re the most important meeting I have all day.”

“Your Highness, you’re making me nervous.”

“Okay, I’ll get to the point...you care about me, right?” You nodded quickly but didn’t say anything. “And if I need something, I can count on you, right?” He dug into his pocket when you nodded again. “So can I ask you a question that could change both of our lives?”

“Your Highness, I don’t think I can just up and be your servant. My loyalties lie here.”

“I’m here because I’m looking for my bride. Rumor has it, she lives here.”

“Who’s the lucky girl?” you asked after a moment of silence, your heart deflating a little. 

He met your gaze, unwavering and as confident as you’ve ever heard from the future king. “You.” He held out his hands out to you and you gingerly moved the top hand, letting you see a diamond he had taken out. It wasn’t big or flashy but it still rendered you speechless. “I found this the night you found me.”  He took your hand and dropped it in. When you closed your hand over it, he covered yours with his. “Do me the greatest honor and marry me.”

“Your Highness-”

“You bring riches to everyone around you and you don’t even know how bright you shine...you’re a diamond in the rough. You care for everyone around you...why would the people outside the kingdom be any different?”

*

You could feel everyone’s eyes on you and you tried to breathe normally, but you could feel the thin veil suffocate you. The only thing that kept you going was Jonghyun waving at you and the crowd laughing. It was a public event, the regals and the commoners coming together to celebrate the occasion. The coronation happened moments ago, but Jonghyun didn’t care too much for it. He had been dreaming of becoming king his whole life. Spending the rest of his life you, however, he couldn’t wait. Even though you were finally at arm’s length, he couldn’t help but take your hand and hold it tightly, rushing you to get started. 

Then grin never left his face, not when the clergy started his sermon, not when you said your vows or even exchanged rings, and especially not when the clergy said, “By the power vested in me, you may kiss the bride,” and he lifted the veil from your face and gave you a kiss so passionate, so raw, so much love and adoration, you couldn’t help but cry tears of joy and wrapped your arms him, and kissed him back.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I happily present King Kim Jonghyun and Queen Kim Y/N.”

And you lived happily ever after.

[chanyouchan]

⌕ quando a primeira neve cai

⚠ em caso de inspiração, me credite.

📆 21/11/22 | ✎ @mnini (psd)

[escapingposts]

Warm Rain ( ft. Wanna One’s Hwang Minhyun) Prologue

Part 1 of ?

They were merely pawns in their parent’s business ventures. 

He grew up passive and cold. “Perfect husband.” That was how they described him to her.

She was lonely, but matured into a yes-man. “She won’t give you a hard time.” Her own parents reassured to him.

Their first meeting was at a the heart Cheongdamdong in a famous sushi restaurant. She wore an empty smile on her face and it bothered him a little bit because he knew it was fake. 

“Our parents are engaging us to each other for the company.” He was not going to beat around the bush. Those were his first words. 

“You’re Hwang Minhyun, right?” She continued to smile and then introduced herself. “Although, you’re probably aware of my name-”

“I don’t, actually.” Anything to get her to stop smiling.

She let out a small laugh. “Good thing I introduced my self first.”

She already guessed Hwang Minhyun’s personality. He just needed to smile at someone and they were already at his feet. One visit to her future father-in-law’s company and the employee’s reaction to her confirmed everything. 

Workaholic. Wealthy. Womanizer. 

Whatever she thought didn’t matter, nor did she matter to anyone.

Minhyun had his own deductions from seeing her picture. They weren’t as accurate as her’s because she was not surprised at his distant attitude. Maybe she was on the same page as him.

This was merely business and he was going to live the way he wanted despite what she did. 

Her smile and his expressionless face, that was their first meeting and also the beginning of the long downpour.

This was inspired by IOI’s Downpour, but I got the inspiration listening to the Produce 101 boys’ version.

[exogotmeoncrack]

AFTER 6 MONTHS I FINALLY UPLOADED CHAPTER 2 OF MY TWISTED TALES FIC ON AO3. I'm not crying, you are.

Yea it's a Nu'est fic, I don't care, Aron's my muse what can I say?

[kyulsoo]

baekmin moments pt.1

[blue-jisungs]

AXE AXE GODDDDD I'M NOT OKAY

IMAGINE SECRET RELATIONSHIP WITH RACER!MINHYUN TAKING YOU OUT FOR A RIDE AROUND THE CITY

And maybe some make out

night ride

author’s note. HIYA MIZU!!! i’m glad to know that there’s more minhyun enthusiasts than me n zanna fr fr!! thank you for the req and i hope you enjoy it, even tho it’s a lil short :(

word count. +- 500

“oh come on, it’ll be fun!”

there’s a mischievous smirk dancing on your boyfriend’s lips and you’re not sure if you like it even one bit.

“baby, i know you’re a professional… however, i can’t help but feel scared. so no thank you” you grunt and poke his chest that’s adorned by a leather jacket. minhyun grins and grabs your hand, pulling you closer. the sudden impact causes you to stumble and straight-on bump into his chest.

“oh come on, just a little ride” your boyfriend hums, his voice next to your head causing goosebumps to grow hot on your skin “no one will see us, i promise”

minhyun knows you like a back of his hand. and he sees that you’re debating it – which could be already considered a victory.

“okay, fine. whatever” you grumbled, still not fully convinced. minhyun gently grabbed your chin with his calloused fingers and planted a sweet kiss on your lips.

“we’ll be safe, if you’re worried. and i can get you food afterwards…?” he tilted his head like an innocent and intrigued puppy but he was quite the opposite – a mischievous cat, that’s bribing you into doing something he wants.

mere moments later you found yourself clutching into minhyun’s broad and toned back like a koala. you thought you were squeezing the life out of him with the tightness of your grip.

the view was beautiful, you had to admit. the lights in buildings of afar were flashing due to the constant, fast movement. the black night sky contrasted with them beautifully, the panoramic of the city at night starting to creep up into the top 3 of your favourite views. with hwang minhyun, your one and only boyfriend, being a proud winner and holding the number 1 spot.

the helmet you had prevented your hair from blowing into all the directions. in the comfort of the blinking stars and passing by other cars with an unimaginable speed, you allowed yourself to relax (obviously not letting go of your grip).

minhyun took off his helmet and ruffled his hair, the corners of his lips going up in a teasing manner.

“so? it wasn’t that bad, pretty?” he hummed, taking off yours. you pouted, looking at his handsome face.

“mhm” you mumbled.

the place where minhyun took you was a beach. he parked his motorcycle at the parking that had a view of the seashore, the waves crushing with a soothing sound.

“it’s beautiful here” you sighed, lips slowly turning into a smile.

“not as you, though” he grinned and his gloved hand cupped your cheeks gently. “a kiss for your badass boyfriend?”

“ah, don’t be so cocky now” you giggled and nodded, letting him know that he can kiss you.

minhyun’s lips landed on you softly, letting himself enjoy the moment. he tasted like vanilla and smelled like it too – his cologne filled your nose due to the proximity. your boyfriend kissed away the remains of the stress that the night ride caused. but with that prize at the end of the road, you were willing to go to such trips more often.

masterlist <3

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[slytherinshua]

CRUSH ON THE TRACK genre ➳ fluff. racer au. warnings ➳ not proofread lol. pairing ➳ racer!minhyun x fem!reader. wc ➳ 2.2k. a/n ➳ a special surprise spinoff to this fic by @blue-jisungs!! hehehe i hope u enjoy axe 🫡

Truthfully, you had never seen the appeal of race cars. They were noisy and expensive, and the drivers did look cool, but the races were boring to you. Your father was a sponsor of the racing league, however, so you had no choice but to tag along to every season championship and watch the races. 

It was a rainy day— your favourite type of weather. You thought the cars looked a bit better on wet tracks, and if they happened to slip off, the race became more entertaining. You stood with the pit crew, watching as they made final adjustments to the car they were working on, fixing the tyres, and checking the aerodynamics, etc.

“Who’s car is this?” You asked one of the crew, noticing its burnishing design that stood out from the rest of the boring, monotonous cars on the track. It was actually kind of pretty, and that was a high compliment coming from you. You were rarely impressed by a design.

“Optimus. He’s pretty new, but he’s been winning like crazy.”

“Hm…” The name sounded familiar, and you quickly realised that your father was the one sponsoring him, and you also may or may not have giggled at the ridiculous name when you had first heard it. You decided you’d pay extra attention to him this race and see how he did.

You stepped out into the rain, the early morning dewy smell welcoming your senses. Times like this made you happy to be on the race track so often, though you were sure you’d be bad at driving the cars if you tried. You liked being a safe driver, and there was nothing remotely safe about the speed at which these cars could go.

“The race will commence in 20 minutes!” The announcer’s voice boomed through the speakers. You sighed and brushed off the water droplets from your varsity jacket. You would soon be kicked off the track and have to sit in the boring old stands and listen to the deafening sound of car engines and screeching tyres on the track. 

“Y/n! Can you give Minhyun his helmet?” One of the pit crew called out to you. You nodded and jogged to the table where a black helmet was sitting, picking it up and nodding at how consistently pretty this racer’s gear was. Maybe he wasn’t quite as shabby as the other racers on the track. 

You turned in a circle, trying to locate who you were supposed to give the helmet to, eyebrows furrowing as you only saw the pit crew and no racer in sight.

“Where’d that punk go?” One of the crew shouted with a laugh. They must be fond of Minhyun to joke around right before the race.

“Sorry!” You heard a shout and turned, seeing him run up. At least his race suit was already on.

“Here.” You passed him his helmet, silently in awe of the boy who looked around your age. He had a small face and pretty doe eyes that you had to force yourself to look away from. He was exactly your type.

“Where were you? This is the first race of the season where you’re solo.” Your father came up, giving Minhyun a firm pat on the shoulder.

“Sorry, I was talking with Furious.” He explained, running a hand through his brown hair, successfully taking your breath away. 

“Ah, your past co-driver? Did she congratulate you?”

Minhyun nodded, a lopsided smile spreading on his face. You subconsciously smiled with him. 

“Minhyun, I have a new assistant for you.” Your father announced with a smile, then, placing his hands on your shoulder, pushed you forward a bit. “Meet my daughter, Y/n. She’ll be working with you 3 times a week.”

Your eyes went wide. Minhyun smiled and offered his hand for you to shake which you took a little shyly.

“I’m honoured.” He grinned and released your hand as the 5 minute standby announcement played. Adorning his racing helmet, he stepped into the driver’s seat of the car.

//

Working with Minhyun was exhilarating. He had won that first race, and ever since, he kept on finding ways to outdo himself. He shaved seconds off his time, perfected his drifting technique, and, much to your dismay, somehow got even more charming. 

You were done for.

Your crush on him had grown to an enormous amount. Hiding something so unstable and uncontrollable as your feelings for him was a recipe for disaster. You were sure that one of these days, one of the times he got out of his car and slid off his helmet and ran a hand through his hair and looked at you with those piercing eyes of his, you’d let it slip.

Or, worse, maybe he already knew. You didn’t know how obvious you were being, or how good Minhyun was at catching on. Maybe he knew the first time he saw how pink your cheeks and ears got when he asked you to watch him race around the track or pass him his helmet. 

It was a cool sunny day, and you had arrived at the track before Minhyun. With your heart fluttering and something mixed between butterflies and a fire in your stomach, you started getting his car ready. You liked to listen to music while you did it, letting your mind wander through melodies as you checked the mechanics. 

Being so focused on his car, you didn’t even realise when the boy himself came up behind you. A gentle tap on your shoulder was more than enough to alert you, though, and you turned around swiftly, eyes meeting his.

“I could kidnap you so easily, you know?” He grinned.

“W-what?” You didn’t realise how frozen you were and how god awfully stupid you probably looked to the slightly older boy. He just laughed, light and airy and in a way that made your stomach do flips and colour reach the tips of your ears.

“Your spacial awareness is… wow, really really bad.” He continued, smile growing ever more teasing. He seemed extra confident this morning, which didn’t help with your extra-nervous demeanour.

“Shouldn’t you get ready to practise?” You suggested, thinking of the first thing that could distract him from coming any closer to you with that face that you had the very sudden urge to lean slightly forward and kiss.

No. That would be a disaster. You would probably be fired if you did that. Your father would ban you from coming to races and you’d never see Minhyun again. Not that he would want to see you again if you did, anyway. He would definitely be creeped out by it. Stupid, stupid thoughts.

You were able to slip back into the garage, muttering something about finding a tool. Minhyun just leaned against his car and watched you, a smile still playing on his lips. You were just so… adorable. And why was he only realising that today? Your mannerisms were so precious, and all he wanted to do was hug you. You’d probably fit into his arms just perfectly. The thought made him feel all warm inside.

Minhyun was the type to become extra cheeky and confident once he knew he had the upper hand. It didn’t take him long to note that not only did you like him as well, but that you also got flustered very easily. He used this knowledge to his advantage every single day. 

Minhyun had just finished his final lap on the new track, his performance as perfect as ever, shaving an extra 3 seconds off his time with his drifting skills improving on the corners. You would never get tired of watching him race. He stepped out of his car with a handsome grin, immediately coming up to you to ask how he did.

“You were okay.” You replied with a teasing smile.

“Only okay?” He frowned, fishing for a bigger compliment from you.

“Maybe slightly more than okay.” 

“Really?” He leaned a bit closer to you, face dangerously close in a way that made your cheeks flare up.

“Y-yeah, really.” You stuttered until he straightened again, giving you space to breath and calm down.

“You’d better be there for the race tomorrow. I have something to tell you.” He told you vaguely and walked off, not giving you anymore hints, but successfully piquing your curiosity. You were planning to watch, anyway.

//

It was the biggest championship race of the whole season. Minhyun had fought hard to be in the lineup and compete, and he was easily one of the most anticipated racers. Your motivational tactics had definitely helped him practise and improve his skills, all leading up to this very race. His growing crush on you had given him ample reason to show up to practise as much as possible, and the results were clear. He was racing better than he ever had.

“Most important race of the year,” Minhyun’s past co-driver, Furious, commented with a pat on his shoulder. She was here for support, and secretly eager to meet whoever this girl was who Minhyun couldn’t shut up about.

“I’m one of the best racers here. I’ll do fine.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll do more than just fine. My money's on you for the trophy.” Furious smirked and then stood on her tiptoes to ruffle his hair, earning a scowl from the taller boy. “I’ll be in section A, not that you’ll have time to look for me while you’re busy racing.”

“Thanks. I’ll see you after the race.” 

You peered around the corner, watching them talk, feeling a strange mixture of jealousy and hurt swirl around in your stomach. Minhyun liked you… right? Right. There was no way he didn’t. Unless?

“Welcome to the championship race of the season, folks! We’ve all been anticipating this day, I’m sure!” You crept off to your seat at the sound of the announcer. The race would soon begin, and despite your unpleasant thoughts about Minhyun’s past co-driver, you weren’t going to miss seeing him race for a second. You watched Furious step up to her seat, a couple rows down from you but still in the same section. She was very pretty. 

“Let’s see the lineup, shall we?” The crowd's cheers were deafening as the camera panned down to the racers standing next to their cars on the asphalt. “And here we have the youngest, most loved driver of the season!! Everyone give it up for Optimus!” 

You clapped and screamed as loud as the rest of the crowd as the camera focused on him. He smiled cheekily and then turned to the crowd and blew a kiss. Right. At. Your. Section. You couldn’t help the blush that spread to your cheeks, but you quickly shut down your thoughts. The kiss was probably for Furious. She was in the same section, after all.

You didn’t have much time to linger on it, as the race soon commenced and your focus was entirely on Minhyun’s sleek red and black car speeding along the track. You watched in anticipation as he overtook the car in second place, obtaining it for himself. Now all he had to do was maintain it and catch up to first place. He managed that quicker than you thought possible, and the crowd erupted again.

You were on an adrenaline high as you watched Minhyun cross the finish line just barely before the car in second place. You stood up and raced down to the pit. You had never smiled so much in your entire life. You caught up to his crew just as he stepped out of the car and discarded his racing helmet.

Was it because he just won or was he always this breathtakingly handsome? Within a second of making eye contact, Minhyun was already running to you, sweeping you off your feet and into his arms, spinning you around slightly in a fit of laughter and the aftershock of just winning a race as prestigious as this.

“I knew you would win.” You rushed out, arms still clinging onto Minhyun’s figure, his gloved hands finding your waist, holding you close.

“Really?” He asked, out of breath, heart beating a mile a minute. You nodded quickly, face breaking out into a smile. “I love you.” He mumbled, leaning forward before you could process anything.

All your senses were filled with just him. It was all you could think of as he kissed you softly. Just Minhyun, and only Minhyun. You kissed him back, of course, and you decided it was probably the best thing you had ever experienced. His lips were soft and his hands held you close to him firmly. If you had a choice in the matter, you never wanted the moment to end.

When Minhyun pulled away, he hugged you again, arms circling around your figure tightly, face pressed against the side of your head. You felt as if you were flying amongst the clouds, giddy butterflies dancing around in your stomach at the thought that Minhyun had just kissed you. Feeling a boost of confidence, you pressed a quick kiss to his neck. He pulled back, half in shock, half in astonished delight.

“I didn’t know you had the guts.” He teased.

You laughed, “I have the guts to kiss my boyfriend.” You said simply, making Minhyun raise an eyebrow.

“I’m your boyfriend?” He asked, a smile curving on his lips.

“You are now.” You nodded, pulling him down for another kiss.

[jjpmoans]

Tagged by @listlessmaenads​

I am actually not good at multitasking hence...not many. Also I only enjoy a few things about those half filled or dotted. Like I’ve seen their mv or their variety show and had a good phase with them. But my ult will always be EXO and GOT7. Thats all. Thank you for coming to my fan talk hahahahahaha

[longingpolaris]

if I weren't a coward I would have already written an asakiku fic inspired by nuest's hello

[daybreakx]

ep. 4: kissing a pout away.

➱ 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝙝𝙤𝙜𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙪.

➱ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 260 words

➱ 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: food.

a/n: final part of this series! finally. 

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“You have to try this one!” Aron urged, opening the small package with clumsy fingers. He was always overly excited about getting gifts from home, especially if they were his favorite muggle snacks.

“It’s nine in the morning, Aron,” you whined, pushing your breakfast plate away. Sour candy didn’t seem like the best thing to complete your morning meal, but your boyfriend would insist. 

“You’ll love them!” he promised, shaking the box on the table and making multi-colored candy roll across. 

“Alright,” you agreed quickly because you knew he would end up eating them by himself and by the time classes ended, he’d have no candy left and would be on a terrible sugar-high. Picking out some green and blue gummies, you eyed Aron sideways before dropping four of them on your mouth. Your face twisted immediately, cheeks hurting from the acid taste as Aron bursted out laughing.

“What the heck is this?!” you rubbed your cheeks, “You did this on purpose!”

Aron chewed on a couple gummies, still grinning. “Told you you’d like them,”

“I hate you,” you laughed, reaching for your pumpkin juice and regretting it, it would probably taste awful with the sourness still lingering on your tongue. 

Aron pouted, popping another red gummy into his mouth. “You love me,”

With another short laugh, you leaned into him, kissing his pout softly. The remnants of sugar and the acidic taste of the candy were present on his lips, and you chuckled at the taste. 

“See, I told you,” he laughed, his pout supplanted by a cheeky grin.