#putting him in little outfits ans makeup he would probably not wear

[misanthrapologist]

I was bored so I drew ivan for like 2 days one of these is NOT like the others

[whatisahyunjin]

Redamantia; part three

lee minho x reader

genre: arranged marriage au, angst, fluff

word count: 1.7K

masterlist

...

You sat on your bed, minding your own business while reading one of the many books you had related to your major. A knock sounded on the door, driving your attention away from it.

"Come in," you called out, setting down the book beside you.

Minho walked in and closed the door behind him. He situated himself on your bed without permission, looking interested in the warm environment of your room.

He finally turned his gaze to you, who had their eyebrows raised at him.

"I have to attend a business event with your dad. He told me to bring you along as a date," Minho said, wriggling his eyebrows.

You sighed. You would have to pretend that you were actually interested in the man in front of you for more than two hours. 

"Fine, when is it?" 

"Be ready at 5," Minho replied and left the room, whistling at your dumbfounded expression. Business event? Only two hours away? You had to look presentable!

So you spent the remainder of your afternoon looking through outfits and accessories until you settled for a beige coloured formal dress with a white belt on your waist. Some light make-up, fixing your hair and a pair of heels and you were done.

You prepped your purse, making sure to include your earpods as you knew how boring these events could be.

When all was done, you just sat on your bed, waiting for Minho to call you.

After a few minutes of scrolling through your phone, Minho barged in, this time without knocking. He stared for a few seconds as he took in your appearance, momentarily forgetting what he was there for. You did the same, for standing in front of you was your fiancé, wearing a blazer, the same colour as your beige dress, a t-shirt underneath that was tucked into his black trousers. his hair was damp from showering but he had styled it so that his forehead was exposed once it dried.

Once minho came back to his senses, he began ushering you out of the room, "I told you to be ready by five, y/n! I don't want be late to my first event"

"You're the one who's late! i have been waiting since four thirty," you almost yelled at him from the way he almost pushed you into the passenger seat of his car. 

Minho just huffed and began driving to your destination. 

The ride was a comfortable silence, the two of you had grown accustomed to each other's presence and both of you were pretty quiet people so it worked. You sat humming to the songs on the radio while Minho glanced at his watch every two seconds to see if you were running late.

You frowned at his behavior, he seemed to be really anxious about this event. It was nothing for you since you had already attended a ton of these.

The car approached a traffic light which had three minutes to go until it switched to green. Minho let out a frustrated sigh and began tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. After a minute of just sitting in the traffic, Minho felt nervousness taking over him. 

After the eighth time minho looked at his watch you felt worried as to what minho was feeling. You gently placed your hand on his shoulder, startling him out of his thoughts.

"It's okay, Minho, it's just an event. I've been to many of these since i was young and almost every time we were twenty minutes late. Just remember to speak casually and confidently to give a good first impression" you smiled brightly and booped his nose, hoping to put him at ease.

Minho's face grew red and the corners of his lips turned upwards as he gave you his first genuine smile. He relaxed his body and looked straight ahead, the traffic signal had just turned to green.

"Thanks"

…

You stepped out of the car and straightened your dress and minho hurried to your side to shut the door.

"I was going to open the door for you! what would these businessmen think if i didn't do that?" he mumbled, locking the door and handing the key to the vehicle parking guy.

You rolled your eyes and walked beside him, "Maybe if you had listened to me and hired a driver, you could've been there in time to open the door."

Minho hummed and offered you his arm. You contemplated a little and stood there staring at it. 

"Come on, we have to look convincing," he said hurriedly, looking around to see if he could spot any people he already knew from your father's company.

You hooked your arm with his and Minho unconsciously smiled as he gazed your intertwined arms and then at your face. It was astonishing how you tried so little yet looked so breathtakingly beautiful.

"Oh my daughter y/n! and Mr. Lee Minho, my favourite soon-to-be successful businessman, welcome!" your father ushered you over as soon as you stepped inside the giant hall. So it was just daughter for you and so many grand words for Minho? You almost jerked your arm away from him.

The two of you sat at your parents' table, there were a few other people you knew as your father's business partners. They started introductions and marketing strategies and what not. Minho was engaged in the conversation while you were eyeing the food table that was five meters away from you. 

Subtly, you stood up and walked away to get yourself a watermelon drink.There were rows and rows of snacks and meals and you couldn’t wait till dinner time rolled around. You leaned against a nearby table as you sipped your drink and took in the surroundings. Many paintings which probably cost millions adorned the walls and the spiral staircases made it seem more like a castle than a hall. Elegant men and graceful women in their thirties and forties chatted and laughed all around you about things you didn’t know anything about.

A finger tapped on your shoulder asking for your attention. 

"Naeun?” you were surprised to see your sworn enemy there. Shouldn’t she be somewhere abroad, sipping her vine and partnering with big and handsome businessmen?

“It’s been a while y/n,” Naeun smirked, leaning on the table beside you. You scooted away while side-eyeing her. In the past five years she sure had grown into a beautiful woman. Even under the makeup you could tell that her features were pretty. 

“What are you doing nowadays? Still in college I presume? I wonder who your dad will pass on his company seeing that you’re probably still incapable of handling it,” Naeun said, making you grit your teeth and walk away but to your annoyance, she followed behind you.

“You know it’s rude to turn your back on someone”

You turned to face her and looked her in the eyes even though you were a couple of inches shorter, “Mind your own business.”

Naeun opened her mouth for another snide remark when a voice caught both of your attention.

“Y/n your father’s looking for you, where did you run off to?” Minho entered your view.

“Minho, I-” 

"Lee Minho? Fancy seeing you here”

Minho had stopped in his tracks as soon as he made eye contact with the devil in front of you. 

“Naeun?” he muttered, unable to process the situation. His eyes drifted to you and he grabbed you by the arm to pull you beside him.

“You two know each other?” you managed to ask despite the tension.

“It’s nothing, y/n, let’s go,” Minho pushed you towards your father’s table. 

"Sure it’s nothing when you fu-” One sharp look from Minho and Naeun stopped herself and instead smirked at the two of you.

"Well, we’ll see each other again. Congratulations on your marriage!”

...

You fiddled with your fingers in the shotgun as you waited for Minho to arrive. You wanted to leave early and felt bad to end his first business event like this.

"We should stop by a restaurant to have dinner,” Minho suggested, climbing into the car.

You just nodded your head as he began driving. He glanced at you every five seconds, you seemed upset.

“Are you alright?” he asked softly, reaching for your hand on instinct but retracted it immediately.

You hummed, “I just didn’t expect to run into her at this event. If I knew she would be there, I wouldn’t have come at all.”

Minho felt guilty as he was the reason you had had to attend the event. “I’m sorry”

"It’s not your fault, it’s okay,” you mumbled, looking out the window.

“Rough history?”

"Yeah. You?”

“Same. Might as well tell you about it now, do you want to hear it?” Minho asked, parking the car in front of an expensive restaurant.

You and Minho sat in front of each other, sipping wine and stabbing at your steak.

“Talk,” you urged Minho to tell his story.

"You should know about this, because, well, you’re my future wife. But yeah, Naeun was my college batchmate, we hooked up and fcked, it was purely lust. But she got attached and asked me out, I rejected, a lot of drama, agreed to be friends with benefits, more drama, until I stopped talking to her completely.” Minho looked like he didn’t want to remember these memories at all.

“But the time I really hated her was in final year when she went around spreading rumours about me, really bad ones, like how I was only a top student because I hooked up with the female professors ans many other things. It really broke me emotionally since she had a huge influence and many people started talking sht about me.”

“That’s horrible,” you were surprised at this past of Minho. 

“As of now, I am not upset about it but I really wanted to punch her face when I saw her back there,” Minho said nonchalantly with his mouth full.

You chuckled fondly at his cuteness but looked down in embarrassment when he raised an eyebrow at you. 

“Knowing Naeun, if we meet again, she would probably bring up that she hooked up with you and what not just to make me jealous. I don’t think she knows that this is an arranged marriage,” you giggled at the thought. Maybe you could make a fool out of her.

Minho looked at you and chuckled, once again reminding himself that you were, in fact, not in love with him.