#seo myungho fluff

[kozukensgf]

bf texts with the8! nana tour edition

character: xu minghao

warning(s): using of cursed words

note: here’s the reference for 10th pic

masterlist

[cxffecoupx]

close contact

xu minghao + lifting one up so that they can place the decorations up on the wall wc: 721 warnings: none ig; it becomes a little sensual towards the end author's notes: ya girl is finally done with her exams!! somehow survived semester 1; dunno how i'm gonna repeat it 3 more times(T_T)... posting this a little late, but i hope you enjoy!! winter wonderland masterlist

"move that a little to the right..." minghao instructs from behind as you hold a string of fairy lights to the wall, adjusting it as he says.

"sweetheart, that's left," he deadpans albeit with a smile on his lips. you chuckle at your stupidity and do as he says, sellotaping it down once he confirms that it's perfect.

you let out a tired sigh as hao hugs you from the back, head on your shoulder.

"don't you think we should take a break? we've been doing this for almost an hour now," he says with muffled voice.

you turn around in his arms to hold his face and say, "don't ever say you need a break until the work's done." you peck his lips.

hao shudders. "honey, you looked a little too scary, saying that with a smile on your face..."

"if you don't want me to look scary, then don't ask for a break. it's very simple."

you get back to work, and once you're done with the walls, you get to decorating the tree, hanging bubbles, little candy canes and snowmen on the branches. once most of the work was done, minghao excused himself to make some tea for the two of you, as you finished setting up the tree.

only the star remained now.

since you were too short to reach the top of the tree by yourself, you wandered around, searching for a stool to stand on in order to reach it. you scurry back when you find one, only to get even more disappointed when you still couldn't reach the top of the tree.

maybe hao was right to keep calling you 'peanut'.

still, you refused to give up; mama raised a winner, not a quitter. so as you struggled to place the pretty star on the treetop, you failed to acknowledge the fact that if you lean once more you'd practically fall to the ground, face down, along with the tree.

wouldn't be the first time though.

just as you were about to finally give up (mama in fact raised a weak bitch), you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, effortlessly lifting you up higher than that useless stool ever did. you look down in surprise and see minghao's strong, bulging biceps (you almost drooled) around your waist, his palms pressing into your tummy, and his chin resting right below your chest as he looked up at you. the sweetest smile on his face while your brain whispered to you the most nasty thoughts about this whole situation.

clearing your throat to bring your focus back, you attended to the task at hand (which was NOT drooling over your own boyfriend's biceps), and placed the star on the tree.

somehow it still ended up lopsided.

stupid star, you thought.

minghao started to slowly lower you down, but you were starting to become hyperaware of his closeness to you, his breath hitting every inch of skin that was exposed as your shirt slightly lifted. goosebumps appeared in its wake. he gently placed you on the stool you were standing on, still making you a little taller than him. his head now rested against your chest, and at this point, you're very sure he can feel your fast breathing and hear your heart racing in your chest.

maybe that's the reason why he smugly slotted his chin right in between your boobs.

he starts placing the softest of kisses along your skin, beginning from the cleavage to your breasts and moving up your neck and reaching your lips. sloppy kisses as he tried to cover every inch of your skin. you shut your eyes at the sensation, mind too fuzzy from all the sensations overwhelming you. he nips and licks at the pulse point on your neck, eliciting a moan from you that sounded like a melody to him.

just as he was about to kiss your lips though, the long-forgotten kettle in the kitchen whistles to announce that the water had been boiled. your eyes opened in a snap and hao almost curses at the lost moment, but quickly pecks your lips anyways.

"stupid tea," he mutters, "lemme go check on it real quick."

he brushes your lips with his thumb as he asks, "you wouldn't mind taking a break now, would you?"

prompt by @novelbear divider by @adornedwithlight

[chanranghaeys]

🥂 a tale of two lonely souls

pairing: idol!minghao x gn!bar owner!reader word count: 1.4k+ genre: fluff rating: pg tags: christmas fic, open ending, meet cute in a bar, yes it’s yet another slice of life from me, minghao is cocky as always but you’ll love it bc reader will make minghao realize he’s found his match at cockiness warnings: alcohol, drinking, mentions of multi-race parents, reader owns a bar in this setting a/n: i’m so honored to be part of @camandemstudios’ A Very Seventeen Christmas Secret Santa event for this year and surprise @ylangelegy, i’m your secret santa! 🥳 bless u kae, here’s a little gift for you for making me feel so many things this year bc of your fics 🫶 merry christmas and happy holidays to y’all!

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“All alone on Christmas Day?”

The hooded figure at the bar looked up from their phone. You notice their fingernails painted in shades and lines of black and glitter that glinted under the lights. When the figure pulled down their hood and face mask, you realize that the man looked startlingly familiar. You just couldn’t place from where…

“Maybe,” he replied. A slight smile graced his features, a welcome warmth from his initially cold aura.

“Well, that makes the two of us alone on Christmas.” The place was empty, save for two tables with a few customers—one large group, two duos, and this man on the bar counter.

It was a few hours before the end of Christmas Eve, and this recently opened Asian fusion bar had yet to welcome its throng of guests. In hindsight, maybe setting it up in a more secluded area of Itaewon wasn’t the best decision.

“If that's the case then maybe we’re not alone.” He gestures his finger between the two of you. You roll your eyes at the attempt to lighten the mood.

“It’s okay. I’m used to it.”

“Used to what?” He tilts his head curiously.

“Being alone.”

“Why not change it then?” He steeples his hands and rests his chin on them, his eyes studying yours as if trying to decipher a puzzle—as if he was used to analyzing people quietly.

It was unsettling…but you liked the challenge.

“Well, why don’t you change?” You counter back at him.

“Change what?”

“You being alone.”

He snickers. “Why don’t you get me something to drink first?”

“Alright, Mr. Bossy,” you say with a raised eyebrow and a matching smirk. “What are you having?”

“I heard you have Kweichow Maotai. That’s the only reason why I’m here.”

Interesting. He’s a man of taste. The way the Chinese syllables easily rolled off his tongue gave you further evidence of his identity—you just needed one more clue.

Without a word, you turn to face the wall of bottles to find the spirit you’re looking for. But before reaching for the iconic white-and-red bottle, you stop yourself.

“You know what, it’s Christmas.” You turn back to him with a smile. “I’ll get you something special.”

You return with another bottle of Maotai—but he instantly recognizes the difference from the one at the bar. His eyes widened the moment you came in holding the gold bottle tied with a red ribbon.

“No way you have that.” He marveled at the sight in front of him, his eyes filled with seeming reverence. “How—”

“That is a story for another time. But now, please enjoy. I’ll just charge you the regular Maotai rate, don’t worry.” You wink and hand him the small tulip glass, full to the brim.

“Just tell me that I’m not drinking a shot of illegally-sourced vintage Maotai.” There it is again—the analyzing look.

“If it were, then I’d be out of business. Can’t have that then, can we?”

“Of course not.” The man raised his glass to meet your own. “I can’t lose my favorite Maotai supplier in Korea now that I’ve found you.” The light brought the ring on his pinky finger to your attention. Suspicion confirmed.

You didn't reply, but opted to down the contents of the small glass—potent but familiar. He followed suit. You hoped that the warmth that bloomed in your mouth and your chest didn’t manifest itself too much on your cheeks. You could blame it on your Asian flush anyway because you had to give it to him—he was surprisingly smooth with his words.

“This is the rare moment I get to be alone,” he said after a beat. “Believe me, I wish I had more of it, but my parents are arriving here tomorrow from China. So no, I will not be as alone as you think.”

It took you a moment to realize he was continuing the conversation from earlier. “That’s nice. Why are you here in Korea then, if you’re from China?”

“Who said I was from there?”

“Well, you have parents coming from there.”

“Who’s to say that they aren’t coming home here?”

“The way you said Kweichow Maotai was too smooth.”

He shrugged deliberately. “I know Chinese.”

“I know Chinese, too. You can’t fool me.” You said this in perfectly placed Mandarin. The look on his face was priceless as he was rendered speechless.

“I cannot believe you managed to surprise me twice in one night,” he replied in the same tongue.

You smirked and poured another tulip glass for the both of you. “Glad to know that I managed to surprise a K-pop idol tonight. And in my bar, no less. Xu Minghao, correct?” You push the refilled glass and meet his ever-analytical eyes. It seemed like you knew how to play his game, after all.

The smile he returned was ethereal. “To whom do I owe the pleasure of tonight’s company?”

And that’s how you spent the remaining hours of Christmas Eve, with conversations as free-flowing as the Maotai and whiskey and bar chow. You learned that his parents’ flight was actually delayed—he was actually on his way to the airport—and he learned that your Chinese is courtesy of your father’s heritage and your Korean address from your mother.

You also ended up telling him the story about the vintage Maotai, which had him in stitches by the end of it. Thankfully, the bar had long been empty and your staff had all gone home.

“Why haven’t you left then?”

“You might’ve forgotten that I own this place.”

“And how does it not have more customers at this time?”

“It’ll pick up soon. I’m sure of it.”

Minghao pursed his lips in thought. “Give me your Maotai bottle. And a marker.”

“The vintage one?”

“No, the regular one over there!” You obliged to his requests, and he returned the liquor bottle with a freshly minted autograph from Seventeen’s The8.

Why didn’t you think of this earlier? It might be because the whole time you were talking, he didn’t even seem like an idol. He was just…a guy. A frustratingly charming and quick-witted guy.

“Merry Christmas to you and this wonderful place.” His examining gaze was long gone, replaced by eyes that disappeared whenever he smiled wide. “Thank you for…making me feel safe.”

“Merry Christmas, Minghao. Everything’s on the house. Consider it a Christmas gift.”

“Absolutely not.” He brandished his card and pushed it to you. “I will not rip off a starting business all because of celebrity status.”

“I didn’t say it was for your celebrity status.”

“Still.” He was insistent. He took your hand and placed his card in it. “Charge me as necessary.”

You were just as insistent, though. “No.”

“Fine. Then give me your phone.”

You did. And he input his personal number in it.

“I have to go now, but please message me. I mean it.”

You did. And the back-and-forth banter didn’t stop. Surprise remained an element in your dynamic, apparently, because the conversations seemed as natural as the days transitioning from one to another.

You didn’t catch when Minghao took photos of your place. But the moment he posted it on his Instagram, customers started coming in waves. This secluded corner in Itaewon has never had a lull day since Christmas.

New Year’s was no different. After the festivities and the celebrations, it was finally time to call it an early morning at 3 am. But not before you welcomed your last customer.

“Alone on New Year’s as well?” You hold back a smile when you find him standing at the door. The way your heart was beating was undeniable, and you knew you couldn’t hold that back.

Up until then, you didn’t know if you would ever see Minghao again beyond your messages. They became more occasional as time passed, but you knew enough from his stories that their schedules were not to be underestimated. Seeing him here now was—as expected from your dynamic—a surprise.

“No. I’m with my favorite Maotai supplier in Korea, how can I be alone?” He drew closer to the bar and to you as if you were reeling him in with an invisible string.

“I thought your parents brought you a bottle last Christmas?”

“It isn’t a vintage Maotai, though.”

“What makes you think I’m bringing it out tonight?”

“Because we’re starting the new year together. I’d say that’s a cause for celebration.” And bring it out you did. As if you could resist him.

Before you can open the bottle, he grabs it from your hands to pour out the drinks himself. As you two raise your glasses, he leans in close, and you see nothing but an openness in his eyes. Warmth. Hope. “Happy New Year to you, then.”

“To us. Happy New Year, Minghao.”

Your glasses clink and your Maotais are downed. It would seem that happiness is on the books for the year ahead.

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post a/n: pleaseeee i felt so pressured to write for u (looks at my inbox with full knowledge your request still lies there unwritten fskf) ((i promise i’ll get to them)) but i hope i did minghao justice. i was very much inspired by your own minghao fics skl hehe and tbh this is almost less of a drabble and more of a potentially longer fic but i held back bc gah. merry christmas again and i hope you liked my pamasko, kae! 🎄🎁✨

post post a/n/n: ALSO thank you to @tusswrites for quick beta-ing this one even tho she wasn't supposed to bc she's also in the same event and apparently you can't do that HAHA thank you still all love mwa

[addicsvt]

sunsets and you

pairing - est!relationship minghao x reader genre - fluff word count - 196 warnings - nothing synopsis - your lovely boyfriend wakes you up from a picnic a/n - guess who's in a writers block and feels guilty about not posting for 2 weeks straight

"don't move-" you mumble sleepily head resting on his chest as rays of sunlight illuminate your face.

"honey- the sun is setting, we should get going" he says, nudging your shoulder lightly. In all honesty Minghao feels bad for waking you up, but you really need to go now.

"5 more mins...." you protest, voice barely audible.

"honey... c'mon, just open those pretty eyes of yours, for me?" he pleads, as he watches your eyelids flutter open. and he'll never get tired of the feeling, the feeling of watching your beautiful eyes open as they meet his above.

"what time is it.." you wake up looking around, sun melting into the sea, bright hues of pink, red, and orange visible.

"5pm darling, let's go.." he gently says, eyes focused on your half dazed expression. you slowly get up from his comforting chest, already missing the warmth.

and by the time you fully return to consciousness he's already done folding the picnic blanket, placing it into the basket carefully. your eyes trace his beautiful silhouette and when he's done he returns to you with a smile. picnic basket in one hand and your hand in the other.

ADDICSVT 2024

[shuahaes]

svt if they played dress to impress

ot13 hcs; if they played the roblox game dress to impress !! warnings: some of this might be a bit ooc, other than that it's just minghao being a fashion ICON - and some members yelling ! NOT PROOFREAD !

a/n - omg amelia's writing again 😱 and this time with a series !? 😱 i hope u guys like it teehee AND I FINALLY FINISHED WRITING THIS BC I GOT MOTIVATION started in january and posted in september smh

on the podium every. single. round.

minghao, jeonghan, joshua, seungkwan

u just KNOW minghao has the best outfits. most definitely #1 on the podium every single round, and the evil twins and kwan 100% would be trying to either beat minghao or at least get on the podium with him, and since they have some of the best fashion sense in svt, they'd def end up winning

decent outfits, but are so unlucky that they never land on the podium 😔

seungcheol, jun, mingyu, wonwoo

these guys get flustered at the time limit and get into a rush to make and outfit. eventually pulls through and gets a pretty good outfit done, but get beat by minghao every single round. poor mingyu even gets less stars from some just so they keep this man from winning, and if it werent for the members, he would most likely be up on the podium during rounds (save mingyu)

doesn't understand theme, or struggles to make outfits

hoshi, dokyeom, dino

these guys find it hard to be on theme or even come up with something for it, save them, they're so confused and stick to simple outfits with whatever clothes they can. "the theme is rococo", 'WHAT IS ROCOCO?' and they spend time by trying to search up whatever that is, then realise there's such little items and they need vip for big dresses and fancy items, still get a decent amount of points for doing their best

extra: hoshi puts on the tiger print in every single outfit of his

could do better, but doesn't try

woozi, vernon

they don't get competetive until you truly convince them they should get competetive, so they play with the members to have some fun and see who did best, but if they really do start getting competetive, i think the others would start worrying about their scores and outfits, these two DO have good fashion sense and time management

SPECIAL: copies minghao's outfit to try and win

jeonghan

he's svt's #1 opp, of course he's gonna cheat in every single game! even fashion famous, meaning, when he's feeling devious, he cheats off of the others' outfits, but not just any of the members, minghao's outfit specifically-- as part of hannie's plan to try and beat them all in every game 😧

[mymegrokosmos]

a little soft bf minghao brainrot bc i felt like it. super era shoulder injury hao.

you set your bags down on the counter, dropping your keys by the front door and going to put your things away. by the time you've shrugged out of your jacket, hung it up in the front closet and put your purse in its usual spot on the credenza table in the hallway you're ready to melt into the sofa but there's still more to do before you can relax.

when you get to the kitchen, halfway through tying your hair up out of your face, you find yourself smiling. the familiar sight of your boyfriend's back, clad in his usual leisure attire of grey sleeveless top that leaves just a hint of his shoulders visible, peeks out of the fridge. he's already started putting the groceries away before anything gets too warm. just when you think your fondness for him can’t melt your heart any more than it already has he leans back to look at you from around the door and his soft smile has your heart in shambles.

if it’s possible to become one with the floor you're doing it. you've become a puddle. his shaggy mullet is in disarray, fluffy from where he's run his hands through it, and his face is bare. his usually sharp eyes are framed by big round glasses, softening his gaze as he closes the fridge in favour of coming over to press a kiss to your forehead.

"hi darling, welcome home. how was your day?"

you'd think after all this time you'd be used to how tall he was but it was still always a bit of a surprise just how much he towered over you up close. you sighed, letting him pull you into a hug and sliding your arms around his slim waist.

"hi. it was okay, very long."

he chuckles and you close your eyes, head resting against his chest. you're careful to lay it against the side of his good shoulder, nuzzling against the soft cotton of his shirt as his hand comes up to rest against the back of your head.

"i'm glad to finally be home. what did you get up to today handsome?"

the hand on your waist squeezes lightly and he holds you close for a minute before stepping back with another kiss to the top of your head.

"physio this morning again and then practice, even though I can't do a lot of the choreo yet they still need me for blocking when I can make it. mingyu came by earlier and dropped off some hotpot. why don't you go get into something more comfortable and we can talk about it over dinner?"

sometimes there was nothing better than coming home to everything already being taken care of. you know he misses being at work but being home more means minghao needs things to do. his physiotherapist also says that getting some movement in is good for his progress, so he's been taking care of household chores and spending a lot more time meditating lately to keep himself busy.

the members have been helping when they can. mingyu comes by or gets your boyfriend out of the house at least three times a week now. jun's often over in his free time to run lines with hao or catch up on the latest cdrama you're watching together. you think joshua has even dragged him out to a pottery class or two in their spare time. it's been good for him and the rest is doing him good, even if it makes him a little bit restless sometimes.

you nod. "i'll be right back. do you need me to help with anything?"

"no, just relax and leave the day at the office jagiya."

easier said than done but minghao always made you feel less guilty about sticking by work life balance and keeping them mostly separate. it's also been fun spending more time cooking together, he's good in the kitchen just a little impatient and you're enjoying getting to try out some of his mother's recipes. she's often on video call when you get home, minghao pouting about something while she scolds him playfully or they catch up on their weeks with each other. it's sweet and you love that their relationship only seems to get stronger as time goes on.

"you're still coming to the company dinner next week with me, right?"

another soft smile as he nods. "I'll be there darling. I didn't pick us out matching outfits just to not show up. now stop worrying and go change. you're hovering again."

you are, just a little bit. it's a habit you're still trying to work your way out of. you were a little traumatized when you got the call that hao was in the hospital at first and, though you both know he's fine and capable now, the instinct to make sure he's okay still lingers a little bit.

you sigh and make a face at him. "okay, okay. I'm going."

he just chuckles as you head towards your shared bedroom. makeup and weight of the day finally removed it's time to slip into one of hao's oversized tshirts and the matching cotton pyjama pants he bought for you last christmas. it feels like a cozy day so you take the time to find your slippers too before shuffling back towards the kitchen.

you find minghao stirring a pot of what seems to be mingyu's latest attempt at comfort food and slip your arms around his waist from behind, face pressed lightly against his warm back.

"smells good."

he hums in agreement, hand patting yours where it rests on his stomach. "I think he made enough to feed about seven more people than we currently have in the apartment."

you laugh and lean around him to peek at the food over his arm. "gyu probably plans to use it as an excuse to come over for lunch tomorrow or something. oh no guess you need someone else to help you eat it all."

that makes your boyfriend scoff. "why would he do that when he can just say he wants to come over? he knows where we live."

you kiss his bicep and move to get down some bowls for you both. "because he's kim mingyu and you're you myungho."

your boyfriend stops to look at you, blinking as he pauses his stirring. "I'm still not seeing your point love."

"you know how you don't like when people get too presumptuous about you?" you smile softly. "I wouldn't say he's intimidated because gyu knows you love him but... sometimes he's a little insecure and sometimes you can be a little cold."

he considers this. "he's never let that stop him before."

you smile and let him guide you, one hand on your hip as you slide between him and the pot on the stove to fill your bowls.

"and he won't, I don't think, because at the end of the day he knows that it isn't that you don't like his affection you just don't always know what to do with it and it needs time to process. but I think, and maybe this is just my take, he sometimes worries a little about intruding too much. especially now that you have a relationship outside of just your family and the members and your other friends."

it's quiet for a minute as he takes that in. you dish up hot pot for both of you and take the bowls over to your small dining table. minghao slowly follows behind, face impassive. you'd worry that you upset him but you know that expression. it's not anger or annoyance, he's just lost in thought. you take his hand, press a kiss to the back of it, and watch as he blinks back into the present.

"think about it all you need but let's eat first. like I said, maybe I'm just reading too much into it. maybe he has other reasons. we can finish that new drama and call him later if you want."

your boyfriend nods and joins you at the table, filling you in on his day. you can tell he's only half present but that's okay. by the time you finish and wash up he seems to have come to a decision.

"love?"

"yes myungho?"

he scrunches his nose. "try again please darling."

you laugh but the arms he crosses over his chest tell you he's serious. you smile softly, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek.

"yes, seo myungho great love of my life and most wondrous of boyfriends?"

he snorts. "closer but still not correct."

"baobei?"

he blinks. "close enough."

you laugh and brush a hand over his cheek, melting a little when he leans into the touch and takes your hand in his.

"you know I'm only teasing you, right?"

he nods. "I do."

you lace your fingers and press a kiss to the back of his hand. "what did you want to say honey?"

"do you mind if mingyu comes over tomorrow? I know it's your day off."

"babe, this is your apartment too."

minghao sighs. you know that look. the exasperated 'are you being serious right now?' stare. you smile.

"no, I don't mind if gyu comes over. just maybe warn me beforehand so I can make sure I have pants and a bra on this time."

that makes him smile, just a little, even as he rolls his eyes at you.

"come help me with my skincare?"

"only if you let me use the good stuff."

"mm we can even wear those matching headbands you like."

"lead the way love."

sometimes all you need after a long day is xu minghao ready with a hot meal, a long hug and a silly fuzzy frog headband keeping the bangs out of his face as he applies 6 layers of different creams to your face.

[yuusworldd]

minghao.

twitter au;

in which minghao is posting like usual. you are posting on twitter like how you normally do. what happens when you start soft launching eachother? well your secret relationship obviously get discovered.

dont forget pt 1 :D

note: meow

[jaemified]

SNOWED IN ! - xu minghao [MASTERLIST]

“whos the cute barista on the second floor?”

pairing; barista!hao x receptionist!fem reader

genre; smau, fluff, drama, forced proximity, enemies to lovers kinda (haos uninterested at first)

warnings; swearing, drinking

[estimated] wordcount; 4-6k total

status; on hold! [7.25.23-0.00.00]

synopsis; when an unexpected storm comes over seoul, you and all of your coworkers are snowed in your workplace with no way out, yet you want to make the most of whatever time you have with minghao.

updates; every saturday-monday! (bare w me</3)

notes - tbh theres gonna be a lot more writing parts then a typical smau would have

MASTERLIST :

- profiles !

the baristas | the waiters | the clerks

- chapters !

i ) first time?

ii ) indirectly direct

iii ) forced proximity

iv ) easily annoyed

v ) are you even trying?

vi ) spilled wine (secrets)

vii ) everyones talking about one chance

viii ) free from the snow not the heart

ix ) uncertain realizations

x ) we love cliches [FIN.]

view teaser below the cut !

[loveydvycherry]

Rain;

"Dont stop the rain, my memories too"

— Married!Xu Minghao x Singlefem!reader

— Main genre ; Fluff, Angst...

— Summary ; Xu minghao as reader friend with benefits in the past. Have feelings for each other, but they never get into a serious relationship, keeping their feelings for each other to themselves and maintaining a 'Just friends' relationship.

Note :

This is my first fanfiction, and sorry if my writing and grammar are not good, bcs english not my first language... This will be in several parts!

Warn! : Dont like just skip

You stand alone on a bus stop at the end of the city-border between cities at night. The sound of raindrops can be heard falling on the ground with each drop, echoing through your two senses of hearing, enveloping the night with a cold atmosphere.

Since an hour ago you have been staying at that small bus stop, getting rained on while stopping buses or taxis that might come to pick you up, but... you expect too much. Leaving you to let out a sigh and a mumble with your flat expression.

Before an hour ago, you ran unsteadily to the bus stop, because today was a tiring day of working overtime at the office, making you fall asleep for a moment in your office after finishing various work files that piled up on your own desk.

In the end, because of your missed sleep along with the last bus operating time has left, you can only groan in frustration, waving your two slender arms at the bus that has gone away, hoping that the bus will stop.

"Ughh...seriously?,..." you said with a frustrated groan, once again.

You reached into your bag, looking for your smartphone to check the time, the time showed 22.20 surely there were no more buses operating at this late time. You decided to contact anyone you knew on your contact list, some of your friends and relatives.

Junhuii~

"How can i say..., I'm abroad for another shoot...sorry I didn't give you any news"

You

"Ohh? Okay, thanks Jun, hopefully the shoot goes smoothly, have enough rest, good night Junnie"

At first you sent a message to one of your friends, whose name is Wen Junhui, unfortunately when you wanted to ask for his help he was busy with his job as an actor in another country, and now he is resting after shooting.

You could only sigh and continue to contact other numbers, from your coworkers and close friends.

"The number you have dialed cannot accept calls...please try again later"

Keep going, going and going...until you sigh in annoyance, your eyes searching for the number you want to contact, keep scrolling and scrolling over who you can contact, but your fingers stop when you stare at a name on the contact list.

A name you recognize, not an ordinary person, a name that makes you have a butterfly in your stomach but also a lump in your throat...should you make a call in this contact? You tuck your long hair while staring intently at your smartphone screen.

Your thoughts are now racing in your head, should you call this person or...shouldn't? ... I don't know what's on your mind, you press the contact number with your finger without realizing it...

A few seconds before you can finally see the screen of your smartphone making a call.

"Xu minghao....ringing..."

After making the call, you realize what you did. Panic and nervousness began to envelop you... before you had time to hang up the ringing call, the call was already accepted by that man...

"Damn, what was I thinking about??..." you thought... "Hello...?" You were silent..., the hoarse voice and gentle tone of the man never changed at all that you had recognized from the time you met the man.

You cursed yourself in your heart, before finally answering his call.

"H-hello Eisa, I m-mean Xu minghao" accidentally the nickname of the man you gave in the past just came out of your mouth, making the man raise his eyebrows. "I just wanna say..., good night to you and how are you now, Xu...?"

The silence for a moment made you bite your lower lip, before the sound of laughter uttered by the man through the call took place. Minghao chuckled softly when you accidentally called him by the pet name 'Eisa'. "You still haven't changed much". He pondered softly before answering your question.

"I'm totally fine, right now I'm on my way home from work, it's raining heavily huh...are you fine there, is it raining there too?". He stated, you also assured that he was really on his way home, heard from the roar of his car engine...and also some noise of rainy droplets through the speaker on your call.

"Um... yeahh, I'm fine...but, I'm outside and at the bus stop alone and...yeah it's raining quite heavily here, I'm waiting for the transportation to come too...". Minghao's expression immediately changed when he heard you were at the bus stop taking shelter from the rain.

"Hnh? You're alone at the bus stop and getting caught in the rain?" he said, his voice suddenly filled with worry.

"I'll pick you up, where are you? Can you share your location?"

"Eis- ahh minghao..., no need to pick me up, I'll bother you... it's raining heavily here" you said in a worried tone while you were still sitting alone at the bus stop.

Minghao just exhaled when he heard your protest. "You're really stubborn huh?" he grumbled while chuckling softly. "I'll pick you up, I won't leave you alone, besides I'm still on the road... I'm your friend, remember? I won't abandon you as my 'friend'".

"Hao- I didn't force you-" Your call was suddenly ended by him. While you just sighed and closed your eyes. Still staring at the sky which now saw nothing, except for the heavy rain falling.

You bit your lip once again, with a sigh, you finally shared your current location to his contact number, it was not far from his and your current location, making him relieved that you were not far from him. Minghao immediately increased his car speed after knowing your location, while driving the engine and heading towards your location.

The rain was pouring down heavily, reducing visibility. Minghao drove as fast as he could while being careful. The only thing on his mind was to go and pick you up. It took about 10 minutes to reach your location. The car's headlights now illuminated the bus stop where you were waiting.

He could see your figure wearing a blouse and a coat sitting at the bus stop. Hugging yourself with your heavy eyes closed, a cold breeze, blowing from the rainy weather.

Minghao parked his car and rushed out, walking towards you with fast steps. Minghao noticed your figure on the bus stop bench, hugging yourself to keep warm.

"Stupid," Minghao muttered softly, seeing you asleep as he approached you, patting your shoulder gently to wake you up. Your eyes blinked slowly as you adjusted your sitting position while rubbing your eyes.

You looked at him and raised an eyebrow with wide open eyes. Whether it was fate or what made them meet again after several years of you and him being apart, your pupils widened when you found someone who made your stomach tingle and your chest pound.

"E-eis, err... Minghao," Minghao smiled thinly seeing you who were still sleepy with your eyes wide, his hand brushing away a few strands of hair that fell from your face.

"Heh... sleepyhead." Minghao mocked, maintaining his thin smile, while poking your cheek lightly. "Come on, I'll take you home, you'll get cold here," Minghao said while gesturing for you to follow him to the car.

This man is still the same..., his appearance is still the same, his tone of voice is still the same... like the Xu Minghao you know.

You looked at him with a faint smile. You felt guilty towards him because now you were asking for his help in the middle of heavy rain like this, this moment reminded you of the past.

You slowly stood up and took your bag while tidying up your damp hair. "Mhm, yeah... I'm sorry, for bothering you, Hao" you replied still standing behind him, not yet following him.

Minghao watched you as you looked at him with a mixture of memories and guilt. He could tell that you felt nostalgic and a bit guilty for asking for his help. "Heh..." Minghao muttered while shaking his head, his expression softening. "You're not bothering me, let's go to the car." Minghao said softly, opening the umbrella for you, and... Grabbing your tiny wrist slowly.

Your wrist was gently pulled by him, like a parent holding his child. While you just followed him from behind and protected you from the rain with his umbrella. One thing you also realized what you caught from him, from his tone and movements now a little more gentle and... fatherly.

Minghao led you to the passenger seat, his hands warm on your wrist. Once you sat comfortably, he immediately walked to the driver's side and got in, starting the car again.

Minghao immediately gave you a small towel from the dashboard. You just stayed silent, while taking the towel he handed to you, immediately wiping your damp hair, and also your skin that was splashed with rainwater.

Minghao glanced at you as you wiped your damp hair. He clicked his tongue. "You should have just gone home from work. You'll catch a cold if you keep doing this," Minghao said in a worried and firm tone, as if he was now lecturing you as his daughter.

"Today I worked overtime, so I came home a bit late... I didn't know if it would suddenly rain. Next time I'll prepare an umbrella..." you said with a small sigh, while drying the rest of your wet and damp hair.

Minghao chuckled softly, shaking his head, "Do you always work overtime?" He asked you, you just nodded slowly. "Seriously, you don't have to force yourself to work overtime... you know, it's not good for your health" Minghao said with a little worry, his eyes glanced at you and started driving his car.

"What a corporate slave" You just kept quiet and sighed as a sign of understanding from him. But he's right, you are now overwhelmed with your overtime, making your life a bit tiring now, working overtime with income sometimes doesn't match.

Your gaze was fixed on the car window, the rain that never stopped stopping. "Are you sure you can take me home, Hao?". Minghao glanced at you, noticing your silence and your understanding hum. He could tell that you were lost in your thoughts, admiring the rain through the window, you like the rain.

Minghao chuckled softly. "Of course, I'll take you home, what else would I do besides taking you?" He replied with an amused tone in his voice.

"Where else do you want me to take you?" Minghao replied once more in a teasing tone, his eyes glancing at you again before returning his focus to the road.

"If it turns out you want to kidnap me, who knows?" You replied with a faint smile. Minghao chuckled at your words. He knew you were joking, but he couldn't help but reply. "That's right, who knows," he said with a smirk. "Maybe I'll kidnap you...and then keep you for myself?" Hao glanced at you again with a raised eyebrow, a hint of mischievousness in his eyes.

"You don't mind right...hmh?" Hao added with a light laugh, his tone filled with amused. His words crossed your mind, making you pause and only smile faintly with a small chuckle. Creating a feeling and moment that was increasingly familiar and full of nostalgia. It made you sink into your thoughts.

Can be said, the person next to you now used to like to tease and joke words to make you smile...and at the same time make you flustered. Many past moments are playing in your head, which you have not moved on. Making feelings of happiness and at the same time... ached.

A moment of silence, making Minghao notice your sudden silence and your faint smile. Minghao can't help but notice the way you play with your fingers. He glances at you again, his expression softening slightly. Minghao tries hard to gauge your thoughts.

"Are you okay?".

"Yeah... I'm fine, just a little tired..." you said, shrugging and looking out the car window, watching the rain fall heavily and drip on the window. Minghao could sense there was something more behind your words, but he didn't want to press too much.

He knew you tended to keep your feelings to yourself. He kept his eyes on the road, occasionally glancing at you. Hao could tell you were staring out the window, lost in thought again.

The rain continued to fall, although it was no longer as heavy. Rain like this, reminded him of me and him, how when we were teenagers and friends-when it rained we would immediately go outside and go to the yard to bathe in the rain together...or just sit on the porch and watch the raindrops hit the ground.

"Tired, huh?" Hao mused, his tone soft. "You are too hard on yourself, you should pay more attention to yourself." You furrowed your brows and took a deep breath, hunching your shoulders slightly. A few minutes later you broke the silence with your low tone, almost like muttering to yourself.

"Why... why do you care about me, Hao..." Minghao's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly hearing your mumbled question, his expression a little serious. He had to pause for a moment before answering.

"Why do I care about you?" Hao repeated your words softly. "You know why..." His voice trailed off, a hint of pain and nostalgia in his eyes. Hao swallowed, trying to control his emotions. Minghao paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts.

He knew that the answer to your question was the answer he had been fighting for. "Because... after we were separated, I couldn't stop caring about you." Minghao's voice was almost a whisper. "You're my friend, a part of my life for a long time, and even though we're not together, it doesn't erase all the memories, the feelings..."

You swallowed, feeling your throat a little tight and dry. You continued to look out the window without looking at him. It was funny and so skeptical what you felt from his words. but maybe it was the honesty he threw at you even though he had left you for his marriage to another woman.

"You're already with someone new, your family and your wife... why do you still care about me...?" You actually didn't expect this meeting to happen, after being apart for so many years and suddenly meeting him again made you a little conflicted. Minghao chuckled wryly, a bitter smile plastered on the corner of his mouth.

He knew his words must sound unreasonable to you. After all, he was married now, yet here he was, admitting that he still cared about you. "It might sound ironic, huh." Hao said softly, "But the problem of my feelings for you will never go away, the main thing is I still care about you" Minghao's grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning slightly white.

His words made you amused, almost making you laugh with his statement. And now he brought up his feelings for you. You just kept quiet and closed your eyes, listening to his statement and also his explanation

"Oh yeah?...anyway, how are you... i mean your job...and your family? Is your daughter okay now?" Minghao was silent, his gaze also became tense with your question. Before answering, he took a deep breath...he wondered to himself, how did you know that he now had a daughter?

"I've been fine all this time, my job..., it's going smoothly even though sometimes hectic and very busy. And...about family, my wife, my marriage...it's a bit complicated." Hearing his answer, now makes you feel guilty asking something like that, feeling that the current situation is very wrong with this meeting.

"Good, This...I hope today is our last meeting, hao" you replied. Minghao watched you and raised his eyebrows when he heard your words. He knew that the current situation was uncomfortable and wrong for you, "I know this is wrong for you," he said, his tone low. "Indeed I'm married now, and I shouldn't have to feel that I care about you anymore."

He replied, trying to push away the feelings that had resurfaced. "But you don't know, it's hard for me to pretend that I don't care about you until now." Minghao's hand slowly rose, as he held your tiny hand, pulling it slowly towards him.

The impulsive action was enough to make you furrow your eyebrows in surprise when he started to place your hand on his chest. He held your hand on his chest, his heartbeat pounding in your palm. Hao's gaze was fixed on the road in front of him, but his mind wandered elsewhere.

"Do you feel it?" Hao murmured, his voice shaking slightly.

"It, happened when I was near you,"

"Hao...-" You swallowed, your eyes widening in surprise at his actions. You could only grip your fingers tightly and bite your lip while continuing to stare straight ahead, trying to block out the feeling he was giving you.

You tried to shake this feeling, trying to free your hand from his embrace. "Heard me..., don't let go, I wanna say something" he continued, but you kept on snickering and wanting to let go of your hand, making him sigh deeply and tighten his grip on your wrist.

Minghao squeezed your hand when he felt you trying to pull away. He didn't want to let go. He wanted to hold on to this moment, this feeling, a little longer. "I know this is wrong," he replied, his voice heavy with guilt and regret. He hesitated for a moment before continuing, his thumb gently caressing your knuckles.

"I just wanna say, that I miss you... I'm tired, I'm tired after my wedding, I choose to focus on my new life, but..."

"Your presence was never fade in my mind..." "I realize, that I'm longing for you all this time..."

"Just for today, can we forget everything else, I consider tonight a reunion and a moment for us to meet again ?"

Your mind is now conflicted and opened by the moment past with him, you want to forget everything and force your past thoughts not to come out, but not with his heartbeat, his warm body radiating from your tiny hand lying on his chest.

Open all the old memories with him, when you spent time with him, establish a relationship as friends but like a couple date do, even more than that...sharing experiences...giving each other first kiss, first night...and other things.

Moments from your past replayed in your mind at that moment. How you first met him, it was your first sight...you started to befriend him since you were in grade and graduated from high school.

Who would have thought, as time went by you and him had feelings for each other, which were not yet known and wanted to express those feelings openly... but about that, you and him were afraid that it would ruin your friendship that you two have later.

Without you realizing, that you started to live a friend with benefits relationship with him, having time and moments spent almost like partners in love, but with the word 'Friend'.

With your friendship, you and he often share experiences together, help each other when you and he are in a down or difficult time. Share complaints, and provide motivation. Always be there for each other, both in joy and sorrow. Of course during your college years, you and he also help with 'needs' problems, and several other problems, like they said... True friends should be able to help each other, and give them benefits.

He helps you a lot, and vice versa you to him. He even once helped you find a partner, but... you refused it. You said at that time, "For me, a partner can be called a friend... you are my friend, so why should I look for a partner?"

And in the end, you are already in your comfort zone when you are with him.

If he wasn't your friend, you probably wouldn't have come to this fucking wedding shit for you, that day you saw him with that woman, celebrating their special wedding day. All the guests and their family were happy on that day.

The lines of your lips lift, a smile clearly etched as a form of happiness. As his friend, you are a special guest for him. Your eyes are flooded with tears, along with your smile, but those are not tears of happiness but rather, you are powerless...your chest feels tight, you feel like you just want to go home and cry alone in your room that day.

You are looking at this arranged marriage before your eyes, even though...your lips tremble, your eyes are filled with tears, every time he says the words of the wedding vows to his bride it makes you helpless, knowing that he actually only said those vows to another woman who will be his wife, and it's not you.

What's the point of thinking like that anyway...? After all, you're just his friend... You as his friend should be cheerish and support him, happy when he is in happy.

Remembering that moment, you could only close your eyes that couldn't hold your tears anymore, letting them drip down your cheeks slowly. Now that moment is just a memory, a sweet memory that might never happen again.

Has he broken his promise now? All of that seems like a lie to you.

"I promise I won't leave my friend..." "I promise I won't be in a relationship before my friend be in too."

It's a lie, everything is a lie... "I want it with you, hao...nothing someone else, but just only you..."

To be continued~

there will be part 2, and up sometime later.

[chlmvqn]

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description: being in a long distance relationship with your boyfriend, minghao, has never been easy. what happens when he suddenly leaves you on read and doesn't reply to you for hours? pairing: xu minghao (the8) x reader genre: fluff warning: vocal affection from hao ; a healthy relationship ; ldr ; a very understanding relationship author's note: jun has a short appearance in this one! also, feel free to leave some requests:))

you lay on your couch, staring blankly at the ceiling. you were stressed as it is. with exams coming up, assignments piling and your bills ready to kill you, your head has been filled with negativity for a few weeks now. your mind has been packed with nothing but trouble.

and you didn't know what to do.

another thing that had been bothering you was why your boyfriend, minghao, hadn't texted you for exactly 7 hours already.

yes, you're very well aware that his schedule is pretty tight, but he could at least reply to your messages. you weren’t a clingy girlfriend or whatsoever, it just seemed unusual that he hasn't texted you back until now.

every once in a while, you would take a peek at your phone, hoping to see a pop-up notification from your lover.

but nope.

you sat up to get a snack from the kitchen. since you didn't know how to cook, you just heated up some leftovers from yesterday's meal.

your meals and routine aren't exactly healthy-- resulting in your body being so.

grabbing a plate from the drawers, you placed it on the counter and went to get some coffee. you sat on the stool, enjoying your small snack whilst scrolling through your feed.

you still couldn't help but feel uneasy knowing your lover hasn't contacted you for hours. finally having enough, you called him.

you always avoided calling him since, again, you're aware of how busy he is and how strict his university is when it comes to distractions.

minghao– or in which you call him, hao, was in another state. the both of you used to live in the same place, but ever since college, he moved out and went to his dream university. yes, it did cause some conflict between the two of you-- the both of you didn't even talk for a week and a half. Hao was aiming to be an artist, and that really inspired you to work hard, kinda. his goal was one of the hardest ones to achieve, and his determination and passion for it made you fall in love with him. so why stop him pursuing his dreams?

the ringing kept echoing in your ears, it drove you crazy.

why aren't you answering?

finally hearing a click sound, you couldn't help but arch your lips upwards.

"hao?" you call out.

"wayen? hey!" a different voice answered you.

"jun? why'd you answer minghao's phone?" you question the man on the other side of the phone.

jun was one of minghao’s most trusted friends, his best friend even. he and jun were chinese, giving them an instant click. although hao had a big circle of friends, you’ve noticed that he really was closer with jun than the rest.

you heard a laugh. "well, you see,"

.

after jun explained what happened, you couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. your heart beating very loudly, your stomach getting butterflies.

as what jun said, minghao was procrastinating, more than usual.

he tried to finish his responsibilities as soon as possible so that he could spend time with you. it seemed like minghao was missing you deeply as well.

and as soon as hao opened your messages, he passed out on the floor.

what kind of person doesn't take care of himself?

you were still on call, waiting for hao to wake up. your camera was on as it was facing you while you were reading a book.

you heard a muffled voice and a groan.

"good morning, sleepyhead." you greeted him.

"wayen?" he asked.

you gave him a hum before picking up the phone.

"how are you feeling?" i asked him with a sweet tone lacing in my voice, along with a small tilted smile.

"a bit lightheaded." he massaged his head a bit.

the both of you talked for a while and caught up with what you guys were doing recently. he really was busy, busier than you even. you don't know how he can handle all those projects by himself.

"hun," he called out.

"yeah?"

he breathed in. "sorry for not being interactive recently.” you shook your head vigorously. "dear no, don't apologize.”

you gave him a sincere smile.

"i understand that you were busy. yeah, it hurt a bit, but it's fine now!" assuring him with a hand holding up a thumb's up.

minghao gave you that rare, heartwarming smile, not until it was interrupted by a bark.

"bopul!" you called out to his dog, aka, you and hao’s baby.

a white fluffy pup immediately jumped onto hao's lap, wagging his cute tail. "hey, honey~" you cooed. receiving a bark in response.

"y'know, i sometimes think you love bopul more than me." he teased.

you shrugged. "probably."

.

the two of you talked for a few more hours, until it was time for you to go.

"hey, hun?" he stated. "before you go, i wanna tell you something."

you stopped what you were doing and listened to what he was saying. "hm?"

"please don't hesitate to call."

you were surprised at what he said.

"i wanna hear your voice from time to time y'know." a light chuckle came out from his mouth. his ears were turning as shade of red as well. hao has never been the vocal type, he’d always show his affection towards you with his actions, so hearing this from him made your stomach do flips.

"ah," you said. "are you sure? i don't really wanna call much since you're busy and stuff."

minghao raised a brow, "huh? yeah i'm busy pretty much everyday, but i still wanna spend time with you."

he paused. "texts aren't enough.

you smiled heartedly at him. "i'll be sure to call you once i get back from my lectures."

"i'll be waiting. i love you."

"i love you even more."

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[phenomenalgirl9]

Soulbound: Xu Minghao x Reader

Summary: In a world where lucky people found soulmates. Xu Minghao rushed into your life breaking your walls and showing you the strength of the red string of fate.

A/n: This was inspired by this reel by @/joshuu.woah on Instagram. Also, Happiest Birthday to this baby love he has brought me joy, comfort and helped me be unapologetically myself. Thank you for lighting up my work!

W/c: 1.5k(-ish)

Genre: Soulmate au, fluff, a pinch of angst if you squint.

Warning: none (i think)

Rating: U

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The red string of fate… soulmates, bonding, was never much of Your interest. 

Well, ever since your father walked out on your mother and you for a different woman, his actual soulmate. He left you both to fend for yourself, never even turning back. 

You and your friends Seungkwan and Chan were struggling just as much as you were to not be thrown down by the crowd. "Next station Gangnam" the mechanical voice said and you three sighed, just a few more minutes and you'll be free. The three of you maneuvered through the crowd to get to the gate just in time as you left the train. "Boochan all okay?" You asked but the two were nowhere to be found. You fished into your pockets only to remember that you had let Chan put your phone into his pocket when the crowd was getting dense as yours were filled with random stuff. "Oh shit" you cursed and started to look around in hope to be able to see traces of either of the two. "Ouch" you rubbed your shoulder some tall blonde dude collided with you. 

"Y/n!" You heard Seungkwan's voice and followed it. "Kwanna! Channie!" You said and the two rushed towards you as soon as they saw you. "Thank God you're not dead or lost" Seungkwan said and you smacked him. 

You walked through the streets of Gangnam looking through Naver maps in order to reach the shop ypu were searching. 

"Y/n? Why do you keep itching your wrist?" Chan suddenly asked when you realized you were exactly doing that for a long time. You pulled down your sleeve to examine the area and exclaimed "OH GOD! OH GOD!" 

"What? Did you get a rash or some-" Seungkwan stopped mid-sentence. "OH MY GOD" Chan exclaimed, as he looked at this new Yellow heart on your wrist. 

"When did this happen?" They both asked in sync. "I don't know, it surely wasn't there before we got on the train, I don't rem-" and your eyes went wide "that guy bumped into me on the platform" you said. "You met your soulmate! Y/n" Seungkwan said "Look! It changes color!" He added and you noticed the heart turn red.

"Oh my god, what's going on?! And this keeps itching" you said. "Y/n, what did the guy look like?" Chan asked, scanning the passersby. "Look like? Oh I didn't see his face. Just that he was tall, quite tall and blonde" you said.

"Look around Y/n you described a huge crowd! Tall and blonde?!" Seungkwan whined. "I didn't know he was going to-" you stopped, it still feels difficult to say "Whatever, lets go" you said, brushing it off, well it's not like you knew you this random person could turn out to be your… uh soulmate. So you only remember the very basic features and his saddle bag, colorful and stylish.

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2 Days Later

“Why are you even still looking?” Y/n said with a frustrating sigh. “Y/n, It’s your soulmate. Aren’t you a tad bit anxious” Seungkwan asked. “We literally seem more excited than you are” Chan retorted. You shook your head and stood up, “I have class” you said, the mark suddenly started itching again “Uhhg! Stupid universe” you cursed as you walked away. 

You failed to see this passing tall blonde guy that passed right beside you, also itching his wrist. However, Chan noticed him and elbowed Seungkwan, just like he did whenever he saw ANY ‘Tall Blonde Guy’. “Not every tall blonde guy is-” Seungkwan stopped, “He is itching his wrist” the two looked at each other. 

You sat in the class as your eyes drifted towards the mark. It has been bluish since the morning, but it's turning yellow slowly. You wondered what he must be doing to change these colors. BooChan thinks this depends on his mood, that's a probable explanation. Before you knew it the color turned yellow and something within you yearned, to know what moods signified these colors, you wondered what his face would be like, how it would shine under the sunlight. Before you knew the classes were over and you headed towards the cafe to get some studying done cause you had to wait for Boochan. 

You made your way towards the cafe, busy itching the pulsing mark on your wrist that suddenly decided to irritate you, you didn't see where you were going and you collided with someone. 

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see which way I was going" you said, still not looking up, but you stopped when your eyes landed on the bag that the person infront of you was carrying, it looked so familiar. You felt the itching and pulsing as you slowly looked up at this tall guy who was blonde. His eyes equally shocked, his expression mirroring yours.

"It's… you" he whispered. Your eyes went wide in realisation and you did the first thing that came to your mind, you bolted. 

"Wait" The guy screamed, too stunned to speak or react. A very shocked Chan was seen running in the same direction as you as an out of breath Seungkwan stopped infront of the (very) shocked guy. "What-happened?" He asked. "She bolted" he finally piped out, a "who are you?" Followed it. "I'm her best friend, the other running guy too. Boo Seungkwan" he introduced himself. "Xu Minghao" he replied tring his best to smile "I can't help but ask, does she hate me or something?". 

Seungkwan felt sorry for the clueless boy and replied "she's just overwhelmed, don't worry, she'll come along" he said. Minghao glanced at his soul-bonding mark on his wrist, its blue. "She's sad" he whispered with a frown. "You know the meaning of the colors?" Seungkwan asked in shock and Minghao nodded, telling Seungkwan how much he researched ever since he got his mark. "It itches when ever were close by, I think the itching stopped when we touched for the second time" he added surprised at the level of research the guy has done.

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Next Day

"Remember what I said?" Seungkwan asked and you nodded. Yes, the two managed to calm you and convince you to come him. Well, he did deserve a chance you had questioned yourself.

You entered the cafe that Seungkwan had told the guy who you now knew to be Minghao to meet you at. You peeked and found the tuft of blonde hair sitting. You entered and walked to him after taking a (big) breath. 

"Hey" you said in a soft voice. Minghao looked up with his (pretty) eyes and gave a smile, one that warmed you too and you couldn't help but mirror it.

"I'm so sorry for yesterday, I shouldn't have run like that" you said as you took the seat. He assured you that he's seen worse reactions than that and you decided to belive him. You got to know Minghao was actually from China and he was majoring in performing arts here, he was also part of a popular dance crew. You told him about yourself and you talked about your friends. Turned out you both knew Seokmin, the campus sunshine. You looked at your mark to find it yellow, it must be the color of joy cause the mark on his wrist was the same color. 

"You get angry quite often?" You ask in the middle of his story as an inference. "You're asking based on the story of the soul-bonding mark mood color? It shows red often?" He asked and you laughed. "I seen it flash red for various lengths of times, but also the story" you confirmed. To this Minghao told you how he meditates often to manage his anger and his friends always tease him too much. You didn't know how but spending time with him, talking, laughing felt different, like it felt relieving. You didn't know if it's you or the soulmate bond but you felt like you could trust him.

So, before parting, when he offered a hug, you accepted it. His smell intoxicating your senses and his arms felt like your anchor. You felt like nothing could harm you. It felt like, home. 

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"Hey" Minghao said as he smiled warmly at you. "Hey Hao" you said and he handed you your preffered coffee order. "You knew?" You asked abd he nodded. Of course your soulmate knew you weren't having he best day since it's been blue since morning. So he rushed to get you some coffee. He intertwined his hand with yours and said "how about we go out after classes?"

"I'd like that" you said. 

Falling for Xu Minghao wasn't a decision it was a process, a smooth one. You don't know if it was the red string that pulled you to him or its just because its him. But you fell more and for that smile, his judgy glares, his sassy comments. The way he kisses you as if you're the only one he's ever wanted and then proves it with his actions. Made you know, the universe isn't that dumb, cause it brought your Hao, to you. 

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bf texts with the8!

genre: smau, crack, fluff

character: xu minghao

note: he’s so savage and unintentionally funny sometimes (but also can be the most calm and laid back i LOVE him) i hope i get his energy right enjoy ❤️

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[bbobpul]

maybe it's a good thing — x. minghao

NOTE. this is not an email! i will put the series on hold since i don't want it to be rushed and end terribly. i want to give each member justice and make their characters well-written so take this minghao oneshot as a little compensation. not proofread.

PAIRING. artist!the8 x singer!reader

GENRE. hurt/comfort, angst (as usual)

SYNOPSIS. a struggling singer and a talented artist, xu minghao, cross paths every evening at a lively local bar

W/C. 5k

WARNINGS. language alluding to death

messy masterlist/navigation

you stand backstage watching the audience as the shattered glasses, muffled talk, and distant hum of conversation all come together to create a cacophonous melody. as you watch, crowds of people gather in front of the dimly lit stage, the spotlight shining a tantalizing glow on the artists who have graced it with their presence throughout the course of the night.

a close friend had approached you a few nights before asking for help. they scheduled a friday night concert at your town's beloved local bar, and they needed a last-minute performer. not only did the owner of the pub offer you a huge payout, but you also pledged to help out a friend in need.

your heart was racing with a mix of excitement and dread as you found yourself pacing back and forth behind the heavy drapes as the hours went by. being in front of a large audience is thrilling yet nerve-wracking at the same time because you've always felt more at ease in smaller and more intimate settings.

there is an electrifying feeling in the pub, even though you are trying to hide from the audience's probing eyes. vibrations of laughter and cheers fill the room, interspersed with the inevitable accident when bottles of beer shatter on the polished wooden floor. its peculiar scent blend—which perfectly captures the ambiance of this local hangout—combines the rich scent of pub food with the lingering smell of booze.

the faint echoes of the preceding act's music can be heard backstage; each chord has a unique magnitude that has fired up everyone in attendance. there's an indescribable feeling of adrenaline in the air, and as you take a deep breath and get ready to step onto the stage for the night's final act, you know that this will be an unforgettable event no matter how it turns out.

you were placed back in reality when the event organizer tapped your shoulder and whispered, “you’re up next.”

you nodded your head as a response and gripped the strap of your guitar before taking a deep breath. affirmations ran through your head as you walked to the middle of the stage. you sat on the stool, placed your guitar comfortably on your lap, and began to play the first few strokes of the strings that caused the audience to scream and cheer for you.

it was overwhelming for you, to say the least. it’s your first time performing infront of a huge crowd. normally, it would just be you playing at a relative's birthday or some stranger’s funeral but never at a place like this. it was electrifying.

your eyes were trying their hardest to find a familiar face in the room, watching and listening to you as you sung the lyrics of the song you had chosen to perform, but you failed yourself when you realized they were all strangers. it wasn't an issue for you. rather, your gaze fell on this one person, and you began observing him without realizing it. he's not paying attention very closely. unlike other people in the audience, he didn't seem as drawn to the performance on stage; instead, it seemed as like he was living in his own bubble with your voice playing in the background. he was, instead, doodling something on a piece of brown tissue paper.

he held your interest. except for him, everyone else was staring at you. he was enjoying his own time as if he was the only one in the room. of course, you don't think that everyone would be watching you, but there was something about him that made you look at him after each verse and bridge you sang that evening.

you thanked them and said you wanted to see them again another evening as you concluded the three songs you had prepared. when you turned to face his table again, you noticed that the man had already left and that it was vacant and spotless. not a glimpse of the tissue paper he had been sketching on before. as soon as you got off the stool and went back behind the stage, people began to make their way towards the exit as well.

"you did so well!" your friend, seokmin, said, beaming with admiration, as you slung your guitar bag over your shoulder. you glared at him and playfully smacked his arm.

"i was looking for you earlier!" you replied, knitting your eyebrows and pouting when he laughed at your mock anger.

"i was watching you backstage!" he defended himself, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"you know, i was fuming earlier since you were the one who invited me here, and yet you weren't even in the audience," you said, a touch of mock annoyance in your voice.

"okay, don't be mad now. you'll get wrinkles. calm your brows," seokmin teased, his laughter filling the air as you both shared a lighthearted moment after your performance.

"oh, by the way! the owner said he'll send the money directly to your account. he also mentioned giving you a bonus if you come here again next friday. what do you say?" seokmin asked, a hopeful glimmer in his eyes as he looked at you, eagerly awaiting your response.

"sure, why not? i'm free next friday," you replied with a smile, feeling a sense of excitement at the prospect of performing again.

"that's good to hear!" seokmin said, his enthusiasm matching yours.

"you better be in the audience next friday. i was dead nervous earlier," you teased seokmin, trying to hide the lingering nerves from your voice with a playful tone.

"yeah, yeah! you should head home now, hun. there won't be any cabs around past 2 am. i still need to close up the bar, so you should head home first," seokmin urged, showing concern for your safety and well-being after a successful but late-night performance.

you bid your goodbyes to seokmin and stepped outside the bar, the cool night air offering a refreshing contrast to the vibrant energy you had just left behind.

as you stood at the side of the road, it felt as if you could still hear the echoes of the cheers and applause from your earlier performance. your heart continued to race, and the thrill of the moment lingered in the cool night air. you inhaled deeply, the cold breeze providing a soothing contrast to the excitement that still pulsed within you, as you waited for a taxi to pass by and take you home.

the pub was situated in a quiet, almost desolate alley, likely to minimize disturbances to the other residents in the area. unfortunately, this meant that very few vehicles frequented the road, especially at the late hour of 2:30 am. as you stood there, you realized that hailing a taxi might take longer than you had initially thought, adding an extra layer of challenge to your journey home.

you let out a sigh and began to reflect, realizing that this night wasn't as flawless as you had initially imagined it to be. however, there was no pressing need to hurry back home, for your house was a solitary sanctuary. there was no one waiting for you there, as you lived alone, except for the friendly stray cat that you often found nestled beside your bedroom window.

you were startled out of your thoughts as a strong, blinding light suddenly illuminated the alley. blinking away the temporary blindness, you turned to see a sleek, black hellcat redeye not too far from where you stood. the car began to roll slowly in your direction, and the driver honked the horn when it came to a stop in front of you. crouching slightly to look through the window, you were taken aback to see the same guy you had noticed sketching earlier in the evening. the unexpected encounter added another surreal layer to an already eventful night.

"need a ride?" he asked, his words careful and gentle, as if he were making an effort not to come across as too forward or strange. his concern was evident in his tone.

"yeah," you replied, your voice slightly shaky from the chill of the night. "obviously," you added under your breath, feeling the cold seep into your bones, grateful for the unexpected but timely offer of a ride.

“get in, —.” he said, using your stage name to address you with a gentle smile, a touch of familiarity in his demeanor.

"thank you," you said, the gratitude evident in your voice as you fastened your seatbelt.

he hummed in response, starting the car and preparing to drive.

"where to?" he asked, his eyes briefly meeting yours in the rearview mirror.

"oh, 17 apartment complex. it's pretty far from here. i'm sorry," you explained, feeling a twinge of guilt for the inconvenience.

"no, it's totally okay with me. i don't live very far from your building anyways," he reassured you, his tone warm and accommodating. you settled back in your seat, grateful for his understanding and the unexpected company on your way home.

the first few minutes of the ride were filled with a certain awkwardness. he kept himself occupied by humming along to the tune playing on the local radio, his eyes occasionally darting to the road ahead.

“what’s your name?” he asked, breaking the awkward silence.

“i’m —, you?”

“minghao. how old are you, —?”

“i’m 25.”

"oh, i'm a year older than you then," he replied with a friendly smile, a subtle connection forming as you exchanged this small piece of personal information.

the exchange of personal information had a surprising effect, gradually melting the initial awkwardness in the car. minghao's sense of humor emerged, and he started cracking jokes throughout the long drive home. you found yourself enjoying the banter, though you had to remind him to keep his eyes on the road a few times. the conversation flowed so naturally that it almost felt like you had known each other for ages.

curiosity about why he hadn't seemed attentive during your performance earlier crossed your mind, but in the warmth of the moment, with him right beside you on the drive home, the question seemed less pressing. you were content to let the night unfold at its own pace, and you appreciated the newfound camaraderie that had unexpectedly come into your life.

"thanks again!" you said with a warm smile on your face as you stepped out of minghao's car.

"see you again some other time. go inside now. it's cold," he advised, a caring tone in his voice. you nodded in agreement, appreciating his thoughtfulness.

you entered the building and turned back to look once the automatic glass door of the building closed shut. minghao's car was just starting to pull away, disappearing into the night, leaving you with a sense of gratitude for the serendipitous encounter and a newfound friendship that had brightened your evening in the most unexpected way.

your friday evenings fell into a comfortable rhythm, with your performances at the local pub becoming a regular highlight of the week. minghao continued to be a dedicated audience member, offering you a ride home after each show. eventually, your interactions extended beyond the confines of the friday routine, as you both decided to spend time together on days when your schedules allowed. the bond between you grew stronger, fueled by shared laughter, genuine conversations, and a growing sense of companionship that transcended the confines of the local bar and the friday night performances.

over time, you discovered that minghao was not just an art enthusiast but an accomplished artist in his own right. his talents and dedication to his craft impressed you, and it came as a delightful surprise when he confided that he had an upcoming opportunity to showcase his artwork in a renowned gallery in paris next week.

tonight is just another amazing evening for you, and that sentence carries an entirely different meaning now. a few nights ago, you had entered this local pub with a mix of nervousness and the overwhelming sensation of performing in front of a large crowd, all motivated by the prospect of earning some extra money. however, as the weeks turned into months, you found that you had come to love your evenings at the pub.

the owner, recognizing the growing popularity of the pub's live music, had extended the concert nights to include mondays, wednesdays, and fridays. it was no longer just your fridays, but the entire week had become a delightful series of performances and moments of connection with an audience that had grown to appreciate and support your music.

you had grown to relish the thrill of performing in front of an audience, and the peace and fun that followed each of your shows had become something you eagerly anticipated. what once felt like a daunting task had evolved into a cherished part of your life, a testament to the transformative power of shared experiences and the connections formed on those memorable friday nights.

"hey," seokmin's sudden whisper caught you off guard, interrupting your thoughts as you waited for your turn to perform on stage.

you turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow. "hey! what's wrong with you?" you asked, unable to contain a playful smirk as you lightly smacked his arm.

"i see you have your own personal driver now, huh?" he teased, earning a playful glare from you in return.

"i don't meddle in your romance with the owner of this pub, so mind your own business," you retorted, a hint of sass in your voice, which only made him laugh even more. the lighthearted banter with your friend helped ease the last-minute nerves as you prepared to take the stage once again.

"so... who is he?" seokmin persisted with his curiosity.

"he's just a friend of mine," you replied, a hint of defensiveness in your tone.

seokmin didn't back down. "i'm asking for his name, not who he is to you," he clarified, clearly interested in the details.

“name is minghao, he’s an artist.”

“minghao? he’s here right now?”

“about that, i don’t know if he could come today since he has a flight tomorrow. he needs his rest, you know?”

“flight to where?”

“paris, he has an event to attend.”

“big time. anyway, you need to get going. the previous act just left the stage.”

with seokmin's reminder, you took a deep breath and made your way to the center of the stage, ready to captivate the audience with your performance. as the spotlight shone upon you, you began to sing, the music filling the air, and the crowd's attention shifting to you, for another memorable evening at the local pub.

throughout your performance, you couldn't help but steal glances at the entrance of the pub, hoping to catch a glimpse of minghao walking in. however, as your performance concluded, he was still nowhere to be seen. 

you had already prepared yourself for the likelihood of his absence, but a part of your heart couldn't help but feel a tinge of disappointment. minghao had become a regular part of your friday routine, and his absence meant that you would be heading home alone, missing the comfort of his presence and the familiar company during the drive back.

you concluded your wednesday performance and bid your goodbye to the audience to your friend, seokmin.

as you stood at the side of the road, waiting for a cab that seemed highly unlikely to pass by, a sense of resignation began to settle in. the cold night air seemed to penetrate deeper as you waited patiently, hoping for some stroke of luck to bring a taxi your way.

just when it felt like your patience might wear thin, you couldn't believe your eyes when you saw the unmistakable sight of minghao's black hellcat redeye approaching. the vehicle came to a smooth stop in front of you, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and gratitude wash over you. 

"i couldn't leave without driving you back home," minghao said with a reassuring smile as you approached the car window. the warmth in his words and the kindness in his eyes instantly put you at ease, and you eagerly hopped into the car, comforted by the knowledge that you wouldn't be braving the chilly night alone. the sense of disappointment that had weighed on you earlier began to dissipate, and you embarked on the drive back home with a grateful heart, appreciating the unexpected friendship that had brightened your life in countless ways.

the night air was crisp, and the streets were nearly deserted as you both continued your journey through the quiet city. minghao's dedication to ensuring you got home safely, despite the early hours and his impending flight, touched you deeply.

"you really shouldn't have. you have a flight to catch, and it's 3 am," you insisted once more, your concern growing for his well-being.

minghao, however, brushed off your worries. "are you kidding me? this is the least i could do for you. i won't be seeing you for a week," he responded with unwavering determination, his eyes briefly leaving the road to meet yours.

"you need to rest, hao," you continued, not wanting him to exhaust himself before his important journey.

"this is rest," he reassured you, turning to look at you once more, his eyes filled with warmth and understanding. the way he looked at you made your heart skip a beat, and you couldn't help but smile in return.

"eyes on the road," you playfully reminded him, ensuring he stayed focused on the task at hand. the bond you had formed over the past weeks was a source of great comfort to both of you, and the journey back home in the early hours of the morning, despite the upcoming separation, felt like a cherished moment of connection.

the dark, quiet streets rolled by as minghao drove you home, and the solitude of the night created a sense of intimacy between you two. his commitment to driving you back, even when he had an early flight to catch, was a testament to the depth of your friendship.

"don't you worry. after i drive you home, i will head straight to the airport and i will sleep there," minghao reiterated, his voice calm and reassuring.

you couldn't help but offer, "are you sure you don't want to have coffee at my house before you head to the airport?" concern for his well-being tugged at your heart, knowing that he was sacrificing his rest to ensure you got home safely.

minghao's smile was both gentle and resolute as he declined your offer. "no need," he replied, "you should sleep as soon as you get home. i'll be fine." his caring demeanor and genuine concern for your comfort and well-being resonated deeply with you, and you nodded in understanding.

"you are home," minghao said gently, drawing you out of your reverie as you continued to stare at him.

"huh?" you responded, momentarily confused.

"we are here," he clarified, gesturing toward your building.

"oh," you murmured, realizing your distraction, and looked to your right to see your familiar apartment building. "well, thank you for the ride, hao. and good luck in paris."

"thank you. good night," minghao replied with a warm smile before you closed the car door behind you.

just like any other evening, minghao didn't leave until he saw you inside the building. the familiar routine and his unwavering consideration were a comforting friend that you had come to rely on, and as you watched his car drive away, you felt a wave of gratitude for his presence in your life.

entering your unit, you felt far from tired. the drive with minghao had been a peaceful interlude in your life, much like any other evening you spent with him. the sense of comfort and contentment that his presence brought was a cherished part of your routine, a bright spot in your week that had transformed your evenings into moments of warmth, friendship, and music. you couldn't help but reflect on how, from a chance meeting at the local pub, a beautiful friendship had blossomed, filling your life with unexpected joy and connection.

the morning you woke up, it was an ordinary thursday. it began just like any other day, with your familiar routine of going on a peaceful walk, visiting your favorite bakery, and then returning to your apartment to spend the day in peaceful solitude. everything seemed as it usually was.

however, a subtle sense of unease crept in when you realized there was no "good morning" text from minghao. at first, you found it strange, but then it dawned on you that he had a flight today. he always turned his phone to airplane mode during flights, and that was why the expected message was missing. 

despite knowing the reason, a slight feeling of emptiness lingered, reminding you of the importance of this daily interaction with your friend. it was a small but significant absence, a reminder of how much minghao had become a part of your daily life, even when he was miles away.

as the hours passed by, you found yourself preoccupied with various activities, but a part of your mind remained fixated on the absence of minghao's messages. then, finally, you noticed his name appearing in your notifications. a wave of relief washed over you, accompanied by a sense of anticipation as you eagerly opened the message, hoping for some news or even a brief update about his journey.

the moment you saw minghao's name appear in your notifications, a surge of joy washed over you, and you couldn't help but express your elation. silently, you let out a muffled scream, as if you were a teenager who had just received a message from their crush. the feeling was overwhelming, and you found yourself rolling on your bed, a giddy smile on your face, relishing the simple yet profound joy of seeing his message.

it was as if the day had suddenly transformed from ordinary to extraordinary, all because of a few lines of text from minghao. the anticipation of hearing from him and the reassurance that he was safely on the other side of the flight were like a warm embrace, filling your heart with a sense of comfort and connection. it was moments like these that made you truly appreciate the friendship you shared and the special place minghao had carved out in your daily life.

“this is a scheduled text. if you received this, i have already landed in paris. i love you, take care.” the message read.

as you read the message from minghao, the words "i love you" leapt out, catching you off guard and leaving you momentarily stunned. the audacity of his heartfelt expression, conveyed through a scheduled text, brought forth a mix of emotions. there was a sense of disbelief at the timing and manner of his declaration, tinged with a hint of annoyance at his boldness to express such sentiments from afar.

yet, despite these conflicting emotions, a warm and giddy feeling enveloped you. his words had a way of transcending the distance between you, bridging the gap created by the physical miles. minghao's unexpected proclamation served as a reminder of the deep bond you shared, one that had blossomed from the simple moments and shared experiences, transforming into a connection that was as sincere as it was unexpected.

just as you were processing minghao's heartfelt message, your phone began to ring, and you were taken completely by surprise when you saw the caller's name – the owner of the pub. this unexpected call brought forth a rush of questions and curiosity, leaving you to wonder what could have prompted this sudden and surprising contact from your boss, joshua hong.

“seokmin said you are friends with minghao. you might want to come to yoon medical center.”

“what?”

the owner's cryptic words and the mention of minghao's name left you in a state of bewilderment. it was as if the ground had shifted beneath your feet, and you were struggling to comprehend the gravity of the situation. what had happened to minghao? why were you being summoned to the medical center? the flood of questions raced through your mind, each one more unsettling than the last.

as you rushed to the yoon medical center, the world seemed to blur around you. the streets and buildings became a mere backdrop to your racing thoughts, all focused on minghao's well-being. you couldn't help but replay your last moments with him in your mind, the excitement of his safe arrival in paris now overshadowed by the nagging uncertainty of his current condition. the bond you had shared with him had taken root in your heart, and the fear of losing it, even for a moment, was almost too much to bear.

when you arrived at the medical center, the reality of the situation hit you with full force. the bustling of medical personnel, the hushed conversations, and the sterile scent of the hospital environment all added to the growing sense of dread that clenched at your chest. you couldn't help but wonder what had transpired, and as you made your way through the unfamiliar corridors, the suspense and anxiety intensified, a heavy weight on your shoulders that seemed to grow with every step you took.

the owner of the pub, joshua, explained the grim situation after a few moments of somber silence. "he never made it to the airport," he began, his voice heavy with sorrow. "a drunk driver hit him on the road not too far from your apartment, and doctor yoon said he didn't make it alive at the hospital as there was too much bleeding."

the words hit you like a tidal wave, and your world seemed to shatter in an instant. the shock and disbelief washed over you, leaving you struggling to process the devastating news. minghao, your friend and confidant, who had brightened your evenings and shared in your daily routine, was gone, a victim of a tragic accident that had torn him away from your life.

tears welled up in your eyes, and the weight of grief settled on your heart. the bond you had shared with minghao had grown deeper and more meaningful with each passing day, and now, you were left grappling with the harsh reality of his sudden and untimely departure. the sense of loss was overwhelming, and you couldn't help but feel a profound emptiness in the absence of your friend and the simple yet cherished moments you had shared.

joshua's words resonated deeply, and he continued, "he was also my friend. when he found out about his trip to paris, he told me to give this to you a day before his flight so you'd have something to talk about."

in his hands, joshua held out a piece of brown tissue paper, and as you accepted it, you were met with a moving sight. it was the same brown tissue paper that minghao had been sketching on that evening. the image portrayed you, sitting on a stool in the middle of the stage, your guitar in hand, captured with intricate detail. it dawned on you that he had been watching you that very evening, his artistic portrayal a testament to the shared moments you had on that stage.

as you gazed at the drawing, a mixture of emotions washed over you. it was a beautiful and poignant memento that encapsulated minghao's presence in your life. 

the world became a blur that thursday. joshua insisted on driving you home, a gesture of comfort and support, which you declined. you felt the need to be alone, to process the shock and grief in solitude.

he also suggested that you didn't have to perform on friday, understanding the emotional toll of the recent events. however, you firmly declined that offer as well. performing at the local pub on friday was not just about money; it was your connection to minghao, a way to honor his memory, and a source of solace in your time of loss. it was your lifeline, and you couldn't bear the thought of letting it go, even in the face of such profound sadness.

the days ahead held uncertainty, but the routine of the pub, the music, and the memories of your time with minghao were the anchors that would help you navigate the turbulent seas of grief.

joshua and seokmin stood by your side, offering their support and presence as you navigated the difficult hours following the heart-wrenching news about minghao. their unwavering companionship served as a source of comfort during a time of profound grief.

the following evening, you found yourself back at the local pub, a place where all your cherished memories of minghao had gathered. the stage, the familiar audience, and the music had always been your sanctuary, and it was there that you sought solace and a way to honor your friend's memory.

stepping into the center of the stage, you began to sing, your voice laced with emotions that ran deep. the lyrics spoke of your sorrow, and you poured your heart into the song. the audience may not have been aware of the tragedy you were enduring, but there was an unusual silence that enveloped the room, as if they could sense the heaviness in your voice.

“i’m singing at a funeral tomorrow..

for a kid a year older than me.”

as you continued to sing, the weight of your emotions became almost unbearable. you felt a disconnection from the world, a profound sense of loss that threatened to consume you.

“jesus christ, i’m so blue all the time

and that’s just how i feel

always have and always will

always have and always will.”

grateful for the concealing embrace of the heavy red curtains, you completed the song, your spirit broken but your determination to carry on as strong as ever. the local pub had always been a place that carries peace, but now it cradles your insurmountable grief, maybe it's a good thing that you decided to perform this friday because on this night, it served as a poignant tribute to a friend whose memory would forever echo in the music and the moments you shared.

LOL advance happy birthday minghao

[slytherinshua]

Affection

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre and tags: fluff. prince au. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: 1 swear word. kissing. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: prince!minghao x fem!reader. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ wc: 1.2k.

As you stepped into the ballroom, you were expecting that you would become the object of everyone’s glaring eyes. Minghao had told you that you would suddenly become the centre of attention, but you hadn’t expected it to be this obvious.

As soon as you came into view, everyone’s eyes turned to you, like an instantaneous reaction. They looked you up and down with judging eyes, and you felt as if they were trying their best to find something wrong with you. 

It made you feel insecure, even though the maid had promised you that you looked more stunning than any other lady she had seen. Surely there was something they would find to criticise about how you were presented.

You picked up on muttered remarks praising your dress, hair, face, figure, accessories - anything that could possibly be examined was, and in detail under the strong gaze of the higher-ups. Hearing the positive remarks that were whispered from one person to another was a small confidence boost, but as soon as you heard one negative remark, that was completely shattered.

You tried to move through the crowd, hoping to find Minghao as quickly as possible, but people weren’t letting you through. You attempted to push past the many people blocking your way to the centre of the ballroom, but they were too focused on gaping at you like you were some animal to clear a path.

A pathway to the centre of the ballroom finally cleared, the many attendees standing on either side of it, still trying to look at you. You looked along the cleared path, seeing none other than Minghao on the other side of it walking towards you. 

You tried to calm yourself, convincing your brain that once you were beside Minghao, things would become less overwhelming. And you were right.

Minghao came up beside you, giving the other people who had been crowding you disappointed looks, and you could find hints of anger in them as well. 

He took your hand gently, contrasting his scary expressions just moments before. His eyes still held some of that frustration, but they turned soft once you made eye contact with him. It was like you melted all the anger away, turning him into the gentle lover you knew him to be.

He walked a bit closer to you, bodies almost touching each other, just so he could tell you something without other people being able to eavesdrop.

“Don’t be nervous, you look ethereal.” He smiled slightly, and you froze up from the way his breath was hitting your ear slightly. He was so close to you, that you could practically feel the scandalised expressions of party-goers at such a sight. 

Their own prince coming so close to a lady, and whispering god-knows-what in her ear. They had heard that Minghao had a lady who he wanted to marry, and they knew it was you. But they certainly didn’t expect such a scene to unfold right before their eyes. 

You nodded, “I’ll be okay.”

He looked at you fondly, stepping back from you a bit and leading you to the centre of the room. Smiling handsomely, he placed a hand on your waist and you subsequently placed a hand on his shoulder. He nodded at the orchestra, and once the music started out in a soft waltz, he started leading you in a dance.

You tried your best to not feel anxious from this. You pictured an empty room with just Minghao, imagining that there weren’t hundreds of people watching you two dance like it was a revolutionary thing. You maintained eye contact with Minghao, his face distracting you easily.

And by just focusing on him, you found the night to be a little pleasanter. You had to entertain dozens of questions from the attendees; questions about your background, interest, relationship with the prince, etc. It became exhausting very quickly, but once Minghao thought that you had answered more than enough questions, he swept you away to the balcony. 

It was obscured from the party as much as possible. People could still see out if they knew where to look, but it was as private as Minghao could get without taking you up to his room.

The sky was a dark blue, stars twinkling softly and misty clouds decorating it. The moon shone down on the balcony where you two were, reflecting off of your blue dress prettily. You were at least somewhat safe from the judging eyes of the party attendees here.

“I thought I might shatter like glass from how intense those stares were. How do you deal with that everyday?” You asked, looking out at the sky and breathing in the cold night air.

“I got used to it.” He smiled, “It’s not fair that we have to be the centre of attention all the time, but it comes with it, I guess.”

“I hope I gave off a good impression.” 

He turned to you, “You did.” He smiled proudly, “I was impressed by you.”

“You’re biased.” You giggled.

“I can still tell when someone is stunning, though.” He said off-handedly, leaving you flustered with pink cheeks.

He looked back at the party, evaluating how risky he could be with you without them noticing. “Fuck it, I’m gonna marry you anyway.” He whispered, turning back to you. He knew someone could potentially see everything he was doing, but he didn’t care.

He took a step closer to you, placing a hand on your cheek and looking into your eyes closely. “I love you.” He confessed sincerely, taking your breath away with those 3 words. He slowly leaned in, pressing his soft lips to yours to complete the statement.

Your brain was a mess after the sudden romantic words and actions. Minghao had always been cautious with you - for both your safety and his. He had kissed you only once before, and that was in the complete privacy of his bedroom. 

Any other show of affection had been constricted to holding hands, or him kissing the back of your hand softly. And he always kept a respectful distance from you.

This was a confidence in Minghao that you hadn’t seen before - a kiss in a semi-public area, where not just the castle staff, but hundreds of people could catch you two.

Your brain told you that you should push him away, so as to not get seen. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. He was kissing you with abundant passion and love, and you melted at his every touch. You kissed back with equal passion, making Minghao smile in the kiss. 

This was how he wanted it to be with you. He didn’t want to be cautious about showing his affection for you. It was almost impossible for him to sit there everyday, being distanced from you at dinners and meetings, and then being swept away with work without a minute to spare for you. 

You deserved more than that, and Minghao wanted to give you more. He accepted most of the limitations that came with his position as prince, but showing his love for you wasn’t something he wanted to limit.

He broke off the kiss, out of breath, but smiling widely. “Shall we go back inside?” He offered, looking over to the party once again, and sighing in relief that no one had seen you two.

You nodded, “Don’t pull anything like that in there, though. It won't end as well.” You laughed. 

He held out his hand to you, smiling softly. You took it gently, and he walked you both back in. Luckily, no one ever found out about the kiss.

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[jejuboo-s]

★ 2:00 AM

★ GENRE(S): Fluff

★ PAIR: Xu Minghao x Reader

★ A/N: this ones been sitting in my drafts in a while, so seeing how i haven’t posted in a while, i decided that i’d touch up on it a bit! this one might contain some mistakes since it’d been in my drafts for like.. a month? so please remind me of any typos etc. thank you <3

At first, when you took a look at the new dorm arrangements and saw you were sharing one with Minghao; you sighed. Your past dorm-mate didn’t really care for your health, as you didn’t know them that well. But— well, Minghao was another case.

He was your boyfriend for gods’ sake. He had to take care of you and love you no matter what. So if he saw that your heavy eye-bags weren’t just genetic and were from your careless sleep schedule, he’d go crazy.

And that exact reason was what lead you to faking your sleep with his room just across from yours, door shut, small flashlight turned on as a source of light. You cringed every-time you sharpened your pencil or even flipped a page, feeling as if the noise was too loud.

As you finished a sentence with a period, your heart dropped hearing the door of your door creak open. A tall figure was seen in your door frame, rubbing it’s eyes.

“What’re you doing at two in the morning, dear?” His usual playful voice sounding raspier than usual, eyes looking directly at yours.

“U — Uhm, not much, ‘Hao!” You used your arms to cover your open notebook, and to your dismay, he noticed almost immediately; eyes darting to the flat surface.

Walking over to your desk, he crouched on one knee getting down on your face level; observing your features heightened by the light shone.

Placing his palms on your face, cupping your cheeks, he used his fingers to push strands of hair out of your face— pressing a soft kiss on your bare forehead.

Caressing the sides of your head, he whispered, “You should get some rest, we need to start the day off in only a couple of hours.”

“How about we both sleep together in my bed? Not a bad idea, hm?” Despite being so tired, your eyes lit up at the suggestion, nodding almost immediately.

Making grabby hands at him, he took you by your thighs and lifted you, grunting while doing so. After being sure he wouldn’t drop you, Minghao twisted the doorknob to his room, walking in and placing you on his bed.

He got in bed with you, covering both of you with a nice thick blanket. Placing his arms on your waist, he settled his chin on your head; feeling at ease when you melted into his touch.

“Sleep well, dear.”

[wooziorgans]

polaroids || xmh

summary: While moving into a new apartment, Minghao finds an old box full of Polaroids. All of them are with an old band member: Y/N.

genre: angst, fluff, hurt (for right now, no comfort), idol au, gn/male reader, ex!idol reader, written mostly in the form of flashbacks.

a/n: i wrote something like this years ago and decided it would be a good concept for minghao <3. currently i have no real plans besides recounting a relationship that no longer exists, so right now this fic is mainly hurt w no comfort. but we’ll see. this chapter is based off the original so it’s very,,, reminiscent of what a 15 y/o would write and it’s not my best work. also hi, this is my first fic that im posting to tumblr yippee!!

word count: 1.3k

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Most of his apartment was packed. It was time to relocate, something that was almost annual for Minghao at this point. No matter what he was doing, he craved the change in scenery. He had no idea when this habit developed, but if things were too constant he would fall into intense episodes of anxiety. It was a vice; needing constant change was Minghao’s biggest source of impurity.

The small, black box that sat on the shelf was taunting Minghao. He knew what was in it; how could he have forgotten? It was now on the floor of his closet. He closed his eyes softly for a second, to suppress any emotion he would feel as he lifted the box open. Bracing himself, he lifted the lid, breathing deeply. The photo on top was a picture of Minghao and Y/N; both were covered in snow and smiling. Minghao remembered every moment leading up to the Polaroid.

It was one of their first times playing a show up north in America. Y/N and Minghao left the tour bus to explore the snow and get a warm coffee from a café they had both been eyeing since they arrived in Chicago. Wonwoo tagged along, claiming that Seungkwan was being dramatic and needed time alone. Y/N and Minghao threw on as many layers as they could find, both of them not used to the bite of the January winds, or the feet of snow that blanketed the Earth. No one told them that along with snow, there would also be ice.

Minghao’s gloved hand was intertwined with Y/N’s bare one. Y/N had a habit of always forgetting something, especially when it came to the climate. One day it would be gloves, the next would be a scarf. The disruption in routine when it came to new weather while on tour was Y/N’s biggest downfall. Minghao would always scold them for it, worrying that he would get sick in the cold. Y/N listened each time, but these warning would slip his mind shortly after.

“Watch out for the ice,” Minghao breathed into the air of his closet. That’s what he had said all those years ago. It was another warning that went unnoticed.

Y/N didn't see the patch of ice in front of them, nor did they feel it. They hit the ice with a preoccupied foot and landed on their ass in a snow bank. Minghao came down with them, both of them landing on their backs in a snow bank beside the side walk. Flake of snow were falling on Minghao’s face. Y/N rolled over in the snow, overtop of Minghao, now letting the soft flakes fall on the back of their head.

At the realization that Y/N was on top of him, Minghao’s face got darker than it had already been from the cold. He shifted on underneath the weight of Y/N. In a moment of courage, Y/N grabbed onto the collar of Minghao’s jacket. There was a look of horror on Minghao’s face, but that changed as a snowflake fell on the tip of his nose. He smiled as it melted. More fell on his face as the snow fell harder. Y/N, always being the more forward of the pair, began to place small kisses on Minghao’s face where ever the snowflakes fell.

First, it was his nose. Y/N’s warm lips against the tip of Minghao’s cold nose sent hot shivers through his spine. His hands found their way to Y/N’s hips, and pulled them closer in the cold. Y/N backed away from Minghao’s face for a second, a wide smile forming on their face as the snowflakes fell elsewhere on Minghao’s face.

Next, it was Minghao’s forehead. Everything felt so affectionate and warm despite the freezing atmosphere around the two of them; and at that moment, any final contingency of believing that the relationship between Y/N and Minghao was strictly platonic melted away. There was no more dancing around each other, no more ignoring the hidden glances they would take at each other. This had been coming for a long time, and the waiting game was finally over.

Minghao huffed out a breathe, much like he did in the cold of Chicago all those years ago. This time, he could not see his breath as he had when he was laying in the snow with Y/N. The frown on his face was a stark juxtaposition to the bright smile that reflected off the snow.

When Minghao began giggling softly at the sensation of Y/N’s lips on his face, Y/N tilted their head carefully and placed a cautious kiss to Minghao’s cold, soft lips. Minghao froze, a little star struck. Y/N pulled back for a few seconds, breathing a little harder than before. They leaned down again to place another kiss on Minghao’s lips. This time, Minghao returned the kiss, smiling into it. Both of them began to smile even wider, completely oblivious to Wonwoo, who was watching everything that was happening. Wonwoo stood a few feet away on the sidewalk, staring.

Minghao’s hands moved from Y/N’s waist to their neck. Their neck was cold even through the fabric of Minghao’s gloves, and Minghao felt them tense up but ease back into the soft, careful touch that graced their neck. A few short kisses were placed on Minghao’s lips before Y/N pulled back smiling down him and pushed themself out of the snowbank. Y/N offered a bare hand to Minghao, who accepted it. Y/N pulled him up and into their arms. They held each other for a few long moments, trying to absorb each others warmth.

Minghao looked over Y/N’s shoulder as they just stood completely in their own little bubble. Wonwoo was behind their back, looking completely dumbfounded in shock. Minghao smiled at him shyly. "So, is this- uh?" Wonwoo still looked disoriented out of his mind as he tried to speak.

Y/N released their grip on Minghao, turning to face Wonwoo. "Yeah,” they breathe out, a trail of frost following their words. They turn to Minghao, “We’ll have to talk about it later. We can’t really ignore this anymore." Y/N grabbed Minghao’s hand and continued the little amount of distance to the coffee shop. Minghao follows like a puppy.

At one point, he would always follow them. He was the passive one, but he was the stubborn one. At one point, Minghao would have followed them to the ends of the Earth.

He realizes how much time has passed since them. There is no one to follow. Minghao has no directions, even if it’s been years. There are no directions on his GPS to lead him to Y/N. The path with Y/N became a series of wrong turns; he was so sure that Y/N was a wrong turn for years after they parted ways.

Revisiting this box for the first time in two years, Minghao isn’t so sure of that anymore.

"You two are the last two to notice," Wonwoo laughed, “Don’t let your new revelation distract you though, we’ve got a show to play tonight.” Minghao leaned down and placed a small kiss on an exposed part of Y/N’s neck. Both of them were smiling, giddy from the first move finally being made.

‘Click!' Wonwoo snapped a photo of the two of them with his Polaroid camera. They were covered in white flakes, with rosy cheeks and noses from the cold. They looked happy.

“Yeah,” Minghao breathes, “yeah.” The fatigue from the freezing air seems to have found its way back into his lungs. Minghao feels completely breathless, seated on his floor. It’s the same shortness of breath he felt in Chicago, despite doing no exercise. The cold does that to you, it leaves you asphyxiated and dumb. That’s how Minghao feels a he stares at the first Polaroid from the box, which has found its way into his hands.

He feels dumb.