#seventeen the8

[ssentimentals]

Hiii, can you do 26 with minghao?

hiii anonie, sure i can, thank you for requesting! hopefully you will like it :)

prompt: group project/team effort

you don't want to sound bratty or like you have a big head, but working in pairs is a nightmare and you'd rather do extra work than pair up with someone. 'grades are important, but socializing is a crucial aspect of university life too,' ethics professors says with a small smile. 'besides, i paired you with minghao, so you should be happy.'

you don't even try to hide disdain in your voice: 'with who?'

'with me.' you almost jump at the sudden male voice. turning, you find yourself face to face with a complete stranger. 'i'll try not to disappoint.'

'i can sense that you two will be great together!' professor cuts in, clapping. 'minghao's taking this class with another group, but you don't have to worry, he's all caught up with our topics.'

you can only nod, unsure of what's left to say. you two shake hands, exchange your names and phone numbers; you try your best not to appear rude or show how unhappy you are, but he sees right through you: 'making projects on your own has its perks, but team work is always better. there are-'

'i am able to look at one topic from different angles and think of other opinions other than my own,' you mutter, not really in the mood to hear another lecture on why team work is good. it takes a beat to realize how impolite that came off: 'not to say that you can't do the same or, you know, whatever. sorry for interrupting.'

minghao doesn't look offended. if anything he looks contemplative, staring at you like you're some extra hard puzzle to solve. in the end he smirks a little, tilting his head to the side: 'i'll try to change your opinion on team effort.'

to be honest, you didn't think much about it at first, but minghao turned this into his mission. every meeting of yours he made sure to point out some advantages of team work: from bouncing ideas off each other to splitting the work to get it done faster. with your guards up you didn't let him in at first, but it's impossible not to crack cause minghao is relentless. when he stumbles into your room with your favorite coffee and donuts, you finally mutter: 'i get it, team work is cool, you can stop bribing me with coffee and donuts now.'

minghao only chuckes at that, shaking his head. 'not bribing. just doing it cause i wanted to.'

and that's - a lot. because minghao does a lot of those little things for you because 'he just wanted to'. staying up much later to explain certain topic for you, waiting for you after classes even though his ones finished long time ago, buying you food, offering to drive you home. carefully pointing out your mistake in analysis without making you feel stupid, giving you all of his attention when you wanted to discuss something - all of it made you feel something inside that's probably stupid to feel for someone who doesn't even make it clear that he likes you romantically.

'we'll get the highest score,' you announce confidently on the final week before presentation. proof-reading whole work, you turn to him with a grin. 'and yeah, good job on proving me wrong about the team work.'

minghao comes closer and stands right behind you, leaning in to see laptop screen better. he's entirely too close and you gulp, trying to appear nonchalant. 'we did a good job,' he corrects. suddenly, he grips your chair and spins you around so instead of facing laptop, you're facing him. 'we work well together, don't you think?'

you blink. it sounds like there's hidden meaning behind his words, but you can't understand what he means. trying not to blush, your eyes scan his eyes for any trace of the joke, but he looks dead serious. 'uh, yeah?' you mumble, practically molding your back to the chair to put at least some kind of distance between your faces. 'what-'

'i have a theory that i want to test,' minghao leans closer. 'theory goes like this: if two individuals work together really well on the project then they'll work together really well outside of the project too.'

your heart skips a beat. could it be that he...? 'i said thousand times that i hate it when you're not direct,' you let out. 'i said thousand times that you always need to get to the point clearly.'

minghao, again, doesn't look offended. he looks in love and very, very fond. 'go on a date with me,' he offers simply, not skipping a beat. and because he's a little shit, he adds: 'and in order to get to the point clearly let me add - a romantic date. the one, where people who fancy each other go.'

he is insufferable. incredibly intelligent, funny and also a little shit. he also makes you feel like being yourself is the only option. he makes you feel like you being yourself is enough for him to like you. grinning, you say: 'good to see that you're learning something. answer is 'yes', by the way.'

a/n: student!minghao is one of my favorite ones to write, hope you liked this one! - nini

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[woozinhos]

hello!! i absolutely lovee your work. Could you do jealous sex with jeonghan or minghao?

ignore if you can't!

Jealousy|| Minghao x Reader

Minghao had always been a jealous person, but it wasn't until he saw you talking to another guy at a party that he realized just how possessive he could be. He watched from across the room as you laughed and chatted with the guy, his eyes narrowing with anger. He couldn't stand the thought of anyone else flirting with you, of touching you the way he did.

As the night went on, Minghao's jealousy grew stronger. He couldn't take his eyes off you, watching every move you made. When the guy leaned in to whisper something in your ear, Minghao's blood boiled. He stormed over to you, his face set in a scowl. "What do you think you're doing?" he growled, grabbing your arm and pulling you away from the guy. You were surprised by Minghao's sudden outburst, but you could tell from the look in his eyes that he was seething with jealousy.

"Minghao, what's wrong?" you asked, trying to calm him down. But Minghao wasn't listening. He dragged you out of the party and into a nearby alley, pushing you up against the wall.

"Who was that guy?" he demanded, his hands on your hips. "Were you flirting with him?" You looked up at Minghao, a mix of confusion and defiance in your eyes. "No, I wasn't flirting with him," you said firmly. "We were just talking." But Minghao didn't believe you. He was too caught up in his jealousy to think rationally. He pressed himself against you, his body pinning you against the wall.

"I don't want you talking to other guys," he growled, his breath hot against your ear. "You're mine."

"You belong to me," he repeated, his hands roaming over your body possessively. "I won't let anyone else touch you like this." He began to kiss and bite at your neck, leaving marks all over your skin. You tried to push him away, but he was too strong.

"Minghao, stop," you gasped, trying to reason with him. "You're being ridiculous." Minghao ignored your protests, his hands roaming down to your thighs. He hiked up your dress, his fingers digging into your skin.

"You don't understand," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I can't stand the thought of another man looking at you, let alone touching you." He pushed a knee between your legs, forcing them apart. You could feel him getting hard against you, his desire evident. Minghao's hands continued to roam, his touch becoming more urgent. He pressed his knee harder against you, making you moan involuntarily.

"You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "You like the idea of me taking you here, in this alley." You tried to deny it, but your body betrayed you. You could feel yourself getting wet at his words, your body responding to his touch despite your anger at his jealousy. Minghao spun you around, pressing your chest against the wall. He pulled your dress up, exposing your bare skin to the cool night air.

"I need to remind you who you belong to," he growled, his hands on your hips again. "I need to make you mine again." He reached down and pulled your underwear down, letting them fall to the ground. You heard him unzip his pants behind you, and you knew what was coming next.

Minghao pushed into you without warning, groaning as he filled you up. You cried out at the sudden intrusion, your body still adjusting to his size. He didn't give you time to catch your breath, immediately starting to thrust into you with a ferocity that made your head spin.

"Mine," he growled, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "You're mine to touch, mine to fuck, mine to claim." You felt dirty, but in the best possible way. You felt owned, possessed by Minghao in a way that sent shivers down your spine. The thought of being taken by him in a public place, against a dirty alley wall, was exhilarating. You couldn't deny the way your body responded to his rough treatment, the way your pussy clenched around him with every thrust.

You knew you should be angry at him for being so jealous, for treating you like a possession, but in that moment, all you could think about was how good it felt to be his. Minghao's thrusts became faster and harder, his hips slamming against yours with a bruising force. You could feel your orgasm building, the tension coiling tight in your belly.

"I'm going to fill you up," he panted, his hands gripping your ass tightly. "Make you mine from the inside out." You moaned in response, your body arching back against him. You wanted him to come inside you, to mark you as his in the most primal way possible. Minghao reached around to rub your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. "Come for me," he growled. "Come all over my cock and show me who you belong to."

You couldn't hold back any longer. With a loud cry, you came hard around him, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm. Minghao followed soon after, groaning as he spilled himself inside you. He held you tightly as you both came down from your highs, his chest pressed against your back. You could feel his hot breath on your neck, his heartbeat racing against your skin.

Minghao stayed inside you for a few more moments, savoring the feeling of being connected to you. Then he slowly pulled out, turning you around to face him. He cupped your face in his hands, his eyes still burning with possessiveness. "I'm sorry for getting jealous," he said quietly. "I just... I can't help it. I need you so much."

You smiled up at him, kissing his nose gently. "I know," you said softly. "I know you get jealous. But you have to trust me, okay? I'm not going anywhere." Minghao nodded, his expression softening. "I do trust you," he said, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. "I just don't trust other guys around you. You're too beautiful, too tempting."

[fairyhaos]

❖ kiss your heart // xu minghao

minghao x f!reader, 1.1k+ words

tags: established relationship, both xmh + yn are RICH rich, fluff, kissing, marriage/proposal talks, minghao is literally so in love omfg

warnings: pet names (angel, sweetheart)

notes: literally me rambling about rich + devoted minghao with absolutely no direction planned and i think it's super obvious HELPP but it does not matter !! ur honor i luv these 2 theyre so sassy smitten and it devastates me

“you’re actually the worst person i’ve ever met.”

you glare at your boyfriend as he gets out of the driver’s seat, walks around the front of the parked car and opens your door for you. he’s still smiling that faintly smug smile that’s been on his stupidly handsome face ever since you left the restaurant, and you hate it.

“sweetheart,” minghao says, taking hold of your hand and helping you out of the car, “it’s really no big deal.”

you scoff, rolling your eyes. releasing minghao’s hand, you deposit your purse into his waiting palm and flounce away, across the car park and to the apartment building doors.

minghao struggles to hold back a laugh as he trails after you. “y/n. you’re not truly mad, are you?”

“of course i’m truly mad,” you huff. “you said i could pay for our date this time.” 

during the five years you’ve been dating minghao, he’s taken you on a whole variety of incredible dates. from the impromptu long weekend to paris to the days where you just go to the restaurant down the block for dinner, minghao has never failed to take care of you and always pays for your meal.

any other person would be flattered to have such a rich and devoted boyfriend. and really, you adore that about him, too.

but, well. you’re rich also. and sometimes, you want to be the one to dote on your boyfriend.

you punch in the building code unnecessarily hard and stomp through the automatic doors before minghao can catch up with you. from behind, you can hear him laughing, and it makes you whirl back around to look at him, pouting extravagantly.

“i don’t see why that’s so funny. you promised, hao,” you whine, and minghao just laughs again.

that night had been just a normal date night, nothing more than the two of you dressing up to go to that one upscale chinese place that you both love. and so, it seemed like the best day to finally start paying for your dates—if it was any big occasion, minghao would’ve definitely protested against the idea, insistent that he wanted to treat you on such a special day.

and at the time, it seemed like it would work.

minghao had smiled at you, adjusting the pearls around your neck, and agreed.

you’d felt ridiculously satisfied, excited at the fact that finally, you’d have a chance to pay for your boyfriend. but oh, how wrong you were.

“i’m sorry, angel,” minghao says now, brushing a finger over your cheek fondly before pressing the ‘up’ button for the elevator. “it just so happened that i’d already paid for our meal before we’d even got there. i didn’t want to burst your bubble by telling you so, but i guess that made it even worse, hm?”

you whine again in frustration. “hao, that’s not even a thing! you can’t pay for a meal in advance!”

“i can when i know exactly what we’re going to order,” minghao grins.

“what?! i swear, that must go against restaurant etiquette! that's actually crazy behaviour. i can't believe you did that."

the elevator arrives then, and minghao gestures for you to get in first. you do, still arguing with him over restaurant rules and whatnot. even as you do so, supposedly very upset over his behaviour, you still hold onto his arm and lean against him to take off your heels, and then pass them over to him once they’re off your aching feet.

minghao smiles amusedly, terribly smitten. 

“—going to get you back for that stunt one day, xu minghao,” you say, stabbing an accusing finger into his shoulder. “gonna book out the entire restaurant. no, wait, the entire street! we’re going to venice one day, and i’m going to close down a whole road for us only. just you wait.”

the elevator doors open with a ding, and he trails behind as you continue talking, dreaming up big plans on how to treat your boyfriend sometime in the future.

it’s devastatingly endearing. he knows it was maybe a tiny, tiny bit mean to advance-pay the bill tonight, but in his defence, he does that most nights anyway. plus, he likes seeing how pouty you get over it, knowing you're not actually upset, but still insisting you are because you can pay for your own meals, without minghao's card, thank you very much.

and you very much can—he hasn’t run the numbers in a while, but he’s pretty sure you’re richer than him right now—but he likes paying for you. likes taking care of you like this.

he inputs the keycode to the apartment, chuckling as you continue to rant.

“okay, alright,” he finally concedes, opening the door and letting you enter first, taking off your wool coat for you and hanging it up by the door. “in which case, how about a compromise? i pay for our ordinary dates like these, and you can pay for special occasions.”

your eyes light up at his words. “wait, really?”

minghao laughs. “yes, really.” he puts your purse on the dresser by the door, your shoes in the shoe cupboard and then takes off his own. “except for valentine’s day, white day, our anniversary, and your birthday. i’ll be paying for those.”

“what?” you complain. “hao, you’re leaving me with nothing!”

“you can pay for my birthday.”

“come on, that’s a given. i would do that anyway.”

you’re giving him those big, sad eyes again, and minghao can’t help but smile even wider. lord, you’re just so pretty and you love him so much and he’s never been more grateful for that because he loves you so much too.

“well,” he says, pretending to think, “we don’t have an engagement or wedding anniversary yet. so if those things ever happen… then maybe…”

your eyes widen, little sparkles appearing in your irises even as your entire face softens, gentle and hopeful. “you’re… you want to marry me?”

minghao can’t take this anymore. he walks over, takes your face in his hands and kisses you, once. and then again, deeper, softer, for good measure. just to get his point across.

“of course,” he murmurs against your lips when he pulls away. “i love you.”

you lean in and peck him on the lips once more. “i love you too,” you say, and then pull away so he can see the mischievous glint in your eyes. “hey. if i propose to you, then i’ll definitely get to pay for every engagement anniversary we have, right?”

minghao laughs, pulling you back into his embrace. “sure, sweetheart. that’s only if you propose to me first, however.”

“are you trying to start a proposal race, minghao?”

“maybe. will you join in, y/n?”

you laugh, looping your arms behind his neck and bringing his face close to yours again. “oh, it’s on.”

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[mi9yuz]

(( _ _ ))..zzzZZ MORNINGS W MYUNGHO

warnings. mentions of food!

late riser: Myungho moves at his own pace despite his schedules. While in bed, he’ll stare at the ceiling for a couple of minutes before getting up. If you’re still in bed, he’ll pull you closer and whisper, “Stay a little longer.”

loves when you play with his hair: If you absentmindedly run your fingers through his messy morning hair, he melts instantly. He might even close his eyes and drift back to sleep. “You’re dangerous,” he murmurs, but he doesn’t stop you.

wakes up looking effortlessly gorgeous: It's almost unfair how good he looks with his messy hair, sleepy eyes, and slightly puffy lips. You tell him it’s not fair to be that handsome in the morning, and he just smirks.

steals your blanket: If you wake up cold, it’s probably because Minghao stole the blanket in his sleep. When you try to take it back, he groggily grumbles and pulls you under it with him instead.

quietly observes you: While you’re brushing your teeth or getting ready, Minghao will lean against the doorframe, watching you with a soft smile. If you ask why he’s staring, he just shrugs and says, “I like seeing you like this.”

breakfast preferences: He prefers a light breakfast—fruit, yogurt, or something simple. But if you want something heavier, he’ll cook for you without hesitation. If you ask him why he’s doing all the work, he’ll reply, “Because I like taking care of you.”

sometimes reads in the morning: If he wakes up before you, he’ll quietly read next to you in bed, careful not to wake you. The moment you stir, though, he sets the book down and gives you his full attention.

loves when you wear his clothes: If you walk into the kitchen wearing his oversized shirt, he’ll smirk and pull you into a hug. “You should just wear my clothes forever,” he teases, resting his chin on your head.

super soft in the mornings: He’s usually the composed, cool type during the day, but mornings bring out his affectionate side. He’s more touchy, more clingy, and less guarded. You’ll catch him pressing random kisses to your shoulder or intertwining your fingers under the table.

lingers before leaving: Even if he’s running late, he always takes a moment before heading out. A lingering kiss, a soft “Take care, okay?”, a final squeeze of your hand—he makes sure you know how much he loves you before walking out the door.

texts you random thoughts: Once he’s gone, you’ll get messages like “Did you eat yet?”, “I left my book on the couch. Don’t move it, I want to find it exactly where I left it.”, or “I’m already thinking about coming home to you.”

[scoupsakakitty]

Hellooo! I saw your post about Scoups and His S/O,the sasaeng found out about their relationship then begun to threaten his S/O. Can you do a Minghao Version?

Safe in Your Arms | idol!The8 x Reader | angst, fluff

Minghao sat in one of the chairs at the airport in China, his leg bouncing as he checked the time on his phone. He and Jun had just finished an event earlier that day, and now they were waiting for their flight back to Korea.

It wasn’t supposed to take long—just one day in China and then back home. But even one day felt too long to be away from Y/N. He missed her already and couldn’t wait to see her.

Jun leaned back in his seat, scrolling through his phone. “Relax, we’ll be home soon,” he said with a smile, noticing Minghao’s nervous energy.

Minghao nodded but couldn’t shake the strange feeling in his chest. Something didn’t feel right.

And then his phone rang.

He saw Y/N’s name on the screen and quickly answered. “Hey, are you okay?”

But the shaky sound of her voice made his heart drop.

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Y/N gripped the steering wheel so tightly that her fingers hurt. The streetlights outside her car flashed by, but she barely noticed them. All she could focus on was the black car still following her.

Her phone buzzed against the dashboard. She grabbed it quickly and answered.

“H-Hao,” she stammered, her voice shaking. “I think someone’s following me.”

“What?!” Minghao’s voice was sharp, making her flinch. She could hear background noise—an announcement at the airport and Jun asking questions beside him.

“They’ve been behind me for a while now. I turned a few times, but they’re still there.” Her breath was quick and shaky. She checked her mirror again. The car hadn’t left. “I don’t know what to do. Hao, I’m scared.”

“Y/N.” Minghao’s voice softened, but there was still worry in it. “Okay, first, calm down. Are your doors locked? Windows up?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Listen carefully,” he said. “Don’t go home, okay? Don’t lead them there.”

“Then where do I go?” she asked, her voice cracking.

“Go to the studio,” Minghao said quickly. “Some of the members are there. I’ll call them and tell them you’re coming. They’ll keep you safe until I get back. Can you do that for me?”

“Okay.” Her voice was quiet, but she forced herself to stay calm. “I’ll go there now.”

“Good. Just keep driving and don’t stop. I’ll be home soon. I promise.”

He hung up before she could say anything else, leaving her heart pounding as she changed lanes and headed toward the studio.

———————————————————————————-

Minghao shoved his phone into his pocket and jumped out of his seat. Jun looked up, frowning.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s Y/N,” Minghao said quickly, pacing as he ran his hands through his hair. “I think sasaengs are following her. She’s heading to the studio now.”

Jun’s expression turned serious. “I’ll call the others.”

Minghao barely heard him. His mind raced as he grabbed his bag. The flight wouldn’t board for another thirty minutes, and he hated the thought of Y/N being scared and alone while he was so far away.

“She’ll be okay,” Jun said after hanging up his phone. “Seungcheol’s at the studio. They’ll take care of her until we land.”

Minghao nodded, but his chest felt tight. He wouldn’t feel okay—not until he was there, holding her in his arms.

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Y/N pushed through the doors of the studio, her breaths shaky. The lights inside felt too bright after the dark streets, and her legs felt weak.

Seungcheol was the first to reach her, pulling her into a gentle hug.

“You’re safe now,” he said softly. “Come on, let’s sit down.”

Joshua brought her a glass of water while the others locked the doors and closed the blinds.

“Are you okay?” Joshua asked, his voice calm.

“I-I don’t know,” Y/N admitted, her voice trembling. “I just didn’t know where else to go.”

“You did the right thing,” Seungcheol said firmly. “We’ll keep you safe until Minghao gets here.”

She nodded, but even with their words, the fear didn’t fully go away.

———————————————————————————-

The members insisted she stay in Minghao’s old dorm room, promising they’d check the area and take turns keeping watch. After a while, her body gave in to exhaustion, and she fell asleep under Minghao’s blanket, the scent of his cologne calming her just a little.

Hours later, the soft creak of the door woke her slightly, but she didn’t open her eyes until she felt a gentle touch on her hair.

Her eyes snapped open, panic bubbling up again.

“Shh,” a familiar voice said softly. “It’s just me.”

“Hao?” Her voice was small, but when she saw him sitting beside her, relief hit her so hard that tears welled up in her eyes.

“I’m here.” He reached out, brushing her hair back gently. “You’re safe now.”

She didn’t wait. She threw her arms around him, burying her face in his chest. Minghao held her just as tightly, one hand running up and down her back.

“I was so scared,” she whispered.

“I know,” Minghao said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner.”

She pulled back slightly, her teary eyes meeting his. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You kept me safe. You always do.”

Minghao cupped her face, gently wiping her tears away. “I won’t let anything happen to you. Not ever.”

Her lips trembled. “I love you.”

His face softened as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

“I love you too.”

And for the first time that night, Y/N felt safe.

[xiaominghao]

8:40 pm.

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“I’m sorry, I’m so…”

“I already told you not to apologize,” Hao interrupted with quiet voice. “We can go out another day.”

“B-but…”

“We'll have other opportunities,” Hao placed a hand on your forehead and sighed in relief. “The fever has gone down, but you still need to rest.”

You took his hand in yours and it felt quite warm compared to yours, which seemed to have lost all trace of heat. Hao hated seeing you sick, but seeing you with your low guard made his heart so, so flustered.

“Do you need anything else?”

“Can you stay with me for a while?” you responded with pleading eyes. “If you get sick, I’ll take care of you, I promise!”

Hao chuckled softly before lying down on his side of the bed, and you sought his chest as if it were your favorite pillow.

“Love?”

“Yes?”

“I’ve told you… How much I like to hear your heartbeat?”

He surrounded you with his arms to bring you closer to his body, leaving a small kiss on the top of your head. “No, but say it more often.”

You wrapped your arm around his waist and closed your eyes to rest, the fogged window from the cold being the last thing you saw before falling into a deep sleep. Outside, it was raining cats and dogs, but you were safe in the cozy embrace of your boyfriend. You were at home.

[fallminlove]

how would svt kiss their partner - ot13 ver

-> paring: seventeen x gn!reader -> genre: fluff, established relationship, very very little suggestiveness -> word count: <1k -> content warning: alluding to "hot and heavy" (csc), alluding to making out (kmg)

p.s. i wrote this because i have an unhealthy obsession with kiss me right by keshi,, and these are just my headcannons on how I think they would kiss their partner !! - yumi

❥ C. Seungcheol - There would a sense of aggression when he kisses you. Almost as if he’s trying to prove something. Every time he kisses you, he will constantly be trying to your breath away (as if he doesn’t do that already just by existing)

❥ Y. Jeonghan - Lazy but very soft light pecks is his preferred way of kissing. When he kisses he just wants to cling on you (whether its cuddling or hugging or clinging on your arm) and just peck your lips till you get annoyed (which is never) or till he's satisfied (which is never)

❥ H. Jisoo - There’s a meticulous way almost like an order of things when he kisses you. Cupping your cheeks, looking at you in the eyes, closing his eyes and pulling himself into you before landing a gentle kiss. You know just a very gentlemanly man.

❥ W. Junhui - He would always be the one who's initiating, asking you to kiss him. But as you are about to meet his soft lips, he would turn his head away just to mess with you. You will be there pouting and he’s would be laughing, giggling, kicking his feet. But he will for sure make it up to you immediately. Gently putting his hand on the back of your head, bring his forehead against yours, and give a soft peck on your lips.

❥ K. Soonyoung - There’s nothing holding him back, if you're in his sight, you better be ready for a smooch from him! He is the definition of "showering you with kisses" based on how many times he will peck your cheeks, exclaiming how adorable you look at any hour of the day.

❥ J. Wonwoo - He is not the type to show PDA often, but when he's at the privacy of his home or your home, he’s definitely a little more comfortable showering you with kisses. There's a little bit of shyness every time he's the one who initiates the kiss, as if he wasn't sure if he's suppose to do that or not. And you bet after he wins a game he will run to you and give a peck on your cheek as a reward (even though he’s the one that won)

❥ L. Jihoon - He’s not really the type to really express his feeling and love outwardly, and this would go the same with kisses. But when he does initiate he would start with a peck on the cheek. He would hesitate for a bit just to make sure you're ready for his incoming affection, and then move to your lips to land a soft kiss.

❥ K. Mingyu - BACK HUGS, KISSES ON THE NECK !!! He’s definitely the type that’s not satisfied with just one peck or one kiss. Very similar to Seungcheol he feels like he NEEDS to prove something when he kisses you. He's definitely also the type that will literally try every single k-drama kissing trick/troupe on you when he wants to kiss you at home (side headcannon: I think Mingyu's lips would taste like citrus???)

❥ L. Seokmin - His kisses are affectionate and soft, he would pull away slowly and he would always smile brightly or laugh after a kiss !!! You would ask him why is he laughing or smiling so much and he would always respond with something along the lines of “I'm kissing the light of my life of course I can't stop smiling!”

❥ X. Minghao - There’s a sense of gentleness and delicacy when he kisses. Similar to Joshua there’s a habit he always does when he kisses, which is softly holding your chin up when he places a light kiss on their lips. After he pulls away there would be a sparkle in his eye, as he's looking at you, telling you how much he appreciates having you in his life.

❥ B. Seungkwan - He’s the type to give you kisses at very specific moments of the day. A good morning kiss, a kiss before you leave for work, a kiss for when you are back home, a good night kiss. And you bet after he gives those kisses, he’s expecting kisses back from you or else he will be pouty all day.

❥ C. Hansol - The way he would kiss is so casual, and it is always out of no where. Usually when he’s excited and you are next to him, definitely expect on kiss on the cheeks. There are times where you would just be talking and he would sit there nodding as a response. But suddenly out of no where he would bring his lips to yours, the definition of “sorry I was just thinking what it would feel like if I put my lips on yours right now”

❥ L. Chan - Depending on the occasion or the mood his kisses would change, but the affection will never differ. If it’s a formal setting, he will give you the deepest most passionate kiss. If it's a casual setting, his kisses would be soft but also excited. As if he’s been waiting for so long just kiss you.

p.p.s. a new love letter has been shared! @imujings @seungchaos -> if you want to be notified when new letters have been shared, please comment or sent in an ask!

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boyfriend texts with the8!

charac! xu minghao

genres! smau, crack, fluff, one shots, fake texts

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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PAS DE DEUX - THE8 | SEVENTEEN

Minghao is the mentor for a new batch of trainees and catches M/n, an unmotivated and conscious trainee in a way no one can quite explain. They spend time in the studio together. Maybe too much. The others are jealous. But nothing is stopping him from teaching his boy his body is beautiful.

Do it like how you taught me, Make bands by my lonely

♱ PAIRING : XU MINGHAO X MALE READER ♱ CONTENT WARNING : This writing contains VERY explicit sexual content and mature themes. ♱ AUTHOR'S NOTE : Um... so once again I got carried away... 20 pages... tah dah! LINKS : Wattpad

The studio was alive with movement, the rhythmic pounding of feet against the polished wood floor syncing with the bass-heavy track playing overhead. The air smelled of sweat and determination, a reminder of the countless hours poured into perfecting every step, every breath, every motion. 

M/n stood at the back of the room, trying to blend in, but it was impossible. His movements weren’t sharp, his footwork not crisp. He could feel the stares, the subtle shifts in the energy around him and other trainees noticing, judging. 

“Again,” the dance coach called out. The music restarted, M/n clenched his fists before throwing himself back into the choreography. He knew he wasn’t the best, but he refused to be the worst. 

The murmurs started the second he stumbled. 

“He’s still struggling?” someone muttered under their breath. A quiet scoff from another trainee followed. 

M/n bit down on the inside of his cheek. Then, the music cut off abruptly. 

"Alright, take five. Everyone, except you." The unfamiliar voice was firm but smooth, and the moment M/n turned to look, his breath caught. 

Xu Minghao stood near the mirrors, arms crossed, eyes sharp and assessing. The dancer, Seventeen’s performance powerhouse, was watching him. 

M/n swallowed hard. His muscles ached from overwork, his chest tight from exertion, but nothing compared to the weight of Minghao’s gaze on him. 

"You," Minghao continued, taking a step closer, "stay back. The rest of you, get some water." 

The trainees hesitated, some exchanging glances before filing out. Their silent judgment burned against M/n’s skin. 

Minghao watched him for a long moment before speaking again, pointing to the floor, still comfortably leaning against the mirror. 

"Show me the last section of the routine." 

M/n exhaled sharply, nodding, wiping the sweat on his palms on his sweatpants. He stepped into position, body tense with nerves, and the music started again. He moved, he tried. He failed. 

Minghao clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "You're too stiff," he said, stepping forward. "You're overthinking. Let me show you." 

Before M/n could react, Minghao was behind him, close enough that M/n could feel the warmth of his presence. Slender fingers traced his skin as he guided his arms into the right position, fingers skimming his wrist, adjusting his posture. 

M/n's breath hitched. 

"Relax," Minghao murmured, voice low, close to his ear. "Feel the movement, don't fight it." 

The words sent a shiver down M/n’s spine, but he nodded, forcing himself to focus. He had to. He couldn’t afford to fall behind. Not in dance, not in his dreams. And definitely not because of the sudden, unwanted spark curling in his chest. 

Not for his mentor. 

Not for Xu Minghao. 

M/n took a steadying breath, forcing himself to focus on Minghao’s instructions rather than the way his mentor’s touch lingered just long enough to make his pulse quicken. 

“Again,” Minghao said, stepping back. 

The music restarted, and this time, M/n moved with more fluidity. His muscles still burned from exhaustion, but the difference was immediate. The moment he stopped fighting the choreography, it started to feel… natural. 

Minghao watched intently, nodding slightly as M/n executed the steps with newfound ease. It wasn’t perfect, but it was better. When the routine ended, the silence stretched, save for the sound of M/n’s heavy breathing. 

Minghao’s lips quirked slightly. “See? You can do it.” 

M/n wiped the sweat from his forehead, his heart hammering from more than just exertion. “Barely.” 

“If you were hopeless, I wouldn’t be wasting my time.” Minghao’s tone was calm, matter-of-fact. He wasn’t giving compliments; he was stating a fact. 

Still, something in M/n’s chest fluttered at the words. 

The studio door opened, and the other trainees filtered back in. Some shot him unreadable glances, while others ignored him entirely. The shift in atmosphere was subtle, but it was there; the quiet resentment of those who had watched M/n struggle, only to see him get special attention from Xu Minghao himself. 

Minghao seemed to notice too, but he didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, he clapped his hands together. “Break’s over. Let’s get back to work.” 

M/n exhaled, shaking off the unease creeping up his spine. It didn’t matter what the others thought. He wasn’t here to impress them. He was here to prove to himself, to the company, to Minghao; that he belonged. 

As the next round of practice began, M/n threw himself into the dance, pushing past the doubt and the whispers. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t ignore the weight of Minghao’s gaze on him. 

And he wasn’t sure he wanted to. 

`` Days blurred together in an endless cycle of training, evaluations, and exhaustion. The choreography became muscle memory, but M/n's mind never settled. The studio had become a battlefield; one where every misstep felt like a bullet, and every success only fueled the silent resentment simmering around him. 

`Minghao remained a constant presence, his mentoring sharp and precise. He pushed M/n harder than the others, but in a way that felt deliberate, almost as if he was testing him. 

One evening, after an especially grueling session, M/n lingered behind in the studio, staring at his reflection in the mirror. Sweat dripped from his temples, his shirt clinging to his body. He should have left already, but his frustration wouldn’t let him. 

Why do I still feel behind? 

The door creaked open. 

"You’re overthinking again." 

M/n startled, turning to find Minghao leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed. His sharp gaze softened slightly as he stepped forward. 

M/n swallowed. "I just… I don’t get why it’s so easy for everyone else." 

Minghao hummed, stopping just a step away. “It’s not.” 

M/n scoffed. “You don’t see them struggling like I do.” 

"Because they hide it." Minghao tilted his head. "Like you're trying to right now." 

M/n froze. He hadn’t realized how tightly he was clenching his fists until Minghao’s gaze flickered to them. 

"You’re improving, M/n." Minghao’s voice was quieter now. "But dance isn’t just about the moves. It’s about trust." 

"Trust?" M/n frowned. 

Minghao nodded. "In yourself. In your body. In the movement. You fight it too much." 

M/n huffed. "Maybe because I keep feeling like I don’t belong here." 

The words slipped out before he could stop them. 

Silence settled between them. Minghao studied him for a long moment before speaking again, his voice firm but calm. 

"If you didn’t belong, I wouldn’t be wasting my time on you." 

The words hit deeper than M/n expected. 

For the first time in weeks, the tight knot in his chest loosened just slightly. 

Minghao didn’t offer more reassurance; he simply turned toward the sound system. "One more time. Just you and me." 

M/n hesitated before nodding. 

The music started, and this time, M/n let himself move. He let himself trust. 

And for the first time, he didn’t feel like he was chasing the rhythm. 

He was dancing with it. 

And Minghao was watching. 

M/n woke up sore the next morning, his body aching from the extra practice with Minghao. But despite the exhaustion, a sense of accomplishment settled in his chest. For once, he wasn’t drowning in self-doubt. 

Yet, as soon as he stepped into the practice room, the atmosphere felt… different. 

The other trainees were already stretching, but the usual chatter was subdued. A few pairs of eyes flickered toward him, whispers exchanged just low enough that he couldn’t make out the words. 

M/n exhaled sharply, pushing down the unease. 

He knew the others had noticed the extra attention Minghao gave him. He knew they probably thought he was getting special treatment. But they weren’t there when I stayed late. They weren’t there when I worked myself to the bone. 

"Suck up," someone muttered as he passed by. 

M/n’s jaw clenched, but he ignored it, focusing on his warm-up. 

When Minghao walked in a few minutes later, the tension in the room only thickened. He greeted the group briefly, eyes scanning the trainees before landing on M/n for just a second too long. M/n looked away, hoping no one noticed. 

They did. 

Practice was brutal. Minghao wasn’t holding back today, pushing them harder than ever. M/n did his best to keep up, but every time he executed the moves, he could feel the weight of eyes on him. 

Then, during a water break, the whispering turned into something worse. 

"Did you hear?" one of the trainees said just loud enough for M/n to catch. "Minghao’s been giving private lessons." 

M/n’s stomach twisted. 

"I've noticed he’s a lot more flexible." another voice joined in. "I think he’s getting stretched out a different way then us." 

Laughter. A sharp, bitter kind. 

M/n’s grip tightened around his water bottle. He forced himself to stay silent, to not let them see that their words had gotten under his skin. 

But Minghao had heard. 

"Line up," Minghao’s voice cut through the tension, sharper than usual. 

The trainees scrambled into position, but the mood had already shifted. 

Minghao’s eyes flickered toward M/n, unreadable, but something about his posture had changed. 

He had heard everything. 

And he wasn’t going to ignore it. 

M/n forced himself to focus, but his mind raced with the words he had just heard. Private lessons. Getting ahead. It wasn’t just whispers anymore; it was an accusation. 

Minghao stepped forward, his expression unreadable as he scanned the group. His presence was always commanding, but today, there was something sharper in his gaze. 

"Let me make one thing very clear." His voice was calm, but the weight behind it made the room feel smaller. "In this industry, you earn your place. No exceptions." 

No one dared to speak. 

"If someone is improving, it’s because they’re putting in the work," Minghao continued, his eyes sweeping over the trainees. "If they stay behind after hours, if they push themselves past their limits, if they refuse to give up no matter how hard it gets; that’s why they get better." 

M/n’s breath hitched. 

Minghao took a slow step forward, gaze locking onto the group. "But if anyone here thinks they can undermine someone else’s progress because of their own insecurities, you’re free to leave now. Because if I catch any more of this petty, baseless gossip-" he let the words settle, his voice dipping lower, "you won’t last here." 

Silence. Heavy and suffocating. 

M/n could feel the shift in the room. No one met Minghao’s gaze, but the shame was palpable. The whispers wouldn’t vanish overnight, but Minghao had drawn a line. 

Then, just as quickly as the moment came, Minghao clapped his hands together. "Now, unless you’d rather gossip, we’re running the routine from the top." 

The music started, and M/n exhaled. 

For the first time, he didn’t feel alone. 

Minghao had defended him. Publicly. Unapologetically. 

And no matter how much M/n tried to ignore it, his heart raced at the thought. 

The shift in the atmosphere was undeniable. After Minghao’s warning, the whispers didn’t completely stop, but they dulled into background noise. The jealousy hadn’t disappeared, but no one dared to openly challenge M/n anymore. 

Still, the weight of their eyes lingered. 

Minghao didn’t treat him any differently in front of the others, but there was something there, something unspoken, simmering beneath the surface. 

It was in the way he lingered just a second longer when adjusting M/n’s form. The way his gaze followed M/n when he thought no one was looking. The way his voice softened ever so slightly when speaking to him. 

M/n told himself it was just his imagination. 

But then came the partnering exercise. 

Minghao had decided to challenge them with a new routine; one that required working in pairs to test their synchronization and connection. 

And when it came time to assign partners, Minghao didn’t hesitate. 

"M/n, with me." 

The room was silent for a fraction too long. 

M/n swallowed. "O-Okay." 

As the other trainees moved into their own pairings, M/n found himself standing directly in front of Minghao. The height difference was subtle, but noticeable enough that M/n felt it as they took their positions. 

Minghao placed a hand on M/n’s waist, his grip firm but controlled. "Relax," he instructed. "You’re too tense." 

"I’m trying not to be," M/n muttered. 

Minghao smirked, just barely. "Then let’s fix it." 

The music started, and M/n focused on moving with the rhythm. But it was impossible to ignore how close they were; how every shift, every step, brought him within inches of Minghao’s frame. 

When Minghao guided him into a turn, his grip tightened, steadying him effortlessly. M/n’s pulse stuttered. 

"You’re hesitating," Minghao said. 

"I-" M/n faltered as their eyes met. 

Minghao’s gaze was unreadable, but there was something intense in the way he was looking at him. Something that made M/n’s breath catch. 

"Don’t hesitate," Minghao said, voice quieter this time. 

M/n nodded, but his heart was beating far too fast for reasons that had nothing to do with the dance. 

They moved together, the world fading around them. And for just a moment, it didn’t feel like practice. 

It felt like something else entirely. 

The music swelled, and they moved as one. 

M/n had stopped thinking, stopped overanalyzing every step, every motion. His body followed Minghao’s lead instinctively, matching his rhythm, his energy. It was effortless. Natural. 

Minghao’s hand was firm on his waist, guiding him through the turn. The proximity between them was undeniable, but M/n barely had time to process it before Minghao executed the final move; a deep dip, pulling M/n flush against him. 

M/n’s breath hitched. 

His back arched slightly over Minghao’s arm, and for a split second, they weren’t just two dancers in sync. 

They were something more. 

The studio felt too quiet, the air thick with something neither of them dared to name. 

Minghao didn’t let go immediately. His grip on M/n’s waist lingered, just a second too long. And when M/n’s gaze flickered up, their eyes locked. 

The tension snapped tight. 

It was in the way Minghao’s fingers curled slightly, holding him in place. The way his lips parted, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself. 

M/n barely realized he was gripping onto Minghao’s arm until he felt the heat of his skin beneath his fingertips. 

Then Minghao inhaled sharply; just a small, barely audible breath and that was enough to jolt them both back to reality. 

He released M/n, stepping back. "Again," he said, voice neutral, but there was an edge to it—like he was forcing himself to sound unaffected. 

M/n swallowed hard, nodding. "Right. Again." 

But as they reset into position, his pulse refused to settle. 

And when they moved together once more, M/n couldn’t shake the feeling that they had just come dangerously close to crossing a line neither of them was ready to acknowledge. 

The tension between them didn’t fade. If anything, it only grew stronger. 

Days passed, filled with grueling practice sessions and lingering glances. M/n told himself it was just in his head, but he could feel it every time Minghao adjusted his form, every time their fingers brushed, every time their eyes met for just a second too long. 

It was a slow, torturous build-up, a silent push and pull neither of them acknowledged. 

Until one night, when the studio was empty, and there was nowhere left to hide. 

M/n had stayed behind again, practicing long after the others had left. He was exhausted, his body screaming for rest, but he couldn’t stop. Not yet. 

The music played softly in the background as he moved through the steps, his reflection staring back at him in the mirror. But something was off, his timing, his balance. Frustration bubbled up, and he ran a hand through his damp hair, exhaling sharply. 

"You’re pushing yourself too hard." 

M/n startled at the voice, whipping around to see Minghao leaning against the doorframe. 

"Thought you left," M/n muttered, trying to steady his breath. 

Minghao stepped inside, his eyes scanning M/n carefully. "I was going to. Then I saw the lights still on." 

M/n huffed. "Figured I’d get in some extra practice." 

Minghao crossed his arms. "You don’t need more practice." 

M/n scoffed. "You sure? Because it feels like I do." 

Minghao exhaled, stepping closer. "You’re not struggling with the choreography anymore, M/n. That’s not why you’re still here." 

M/n froze. 

Minghao studied him, his gaze unreadable but intense. "You’re fighting something. And it’s not the dance." 

Silence stretched between them. M/n felt his pulse quicken, his body growing warmer under Minghao’s unwavering stare. 

It would be so easy to deny it; to laugh it off, change the subject. But in this quiet, empty studio, with nothing but the sound of their breathing between them… 

Lying didn’t feel like an option. 

M/n swallowed. "And if I am?" 

Minghao’s eyes flickered with something, something dangerous. "Then stop fighting." 

M/n’s breath caught. 

The distance between them felt smaller than before. He wasn’t sure who moved first, but suddenly, Minghao was right there, close enough that M/n could feel the heat radiating from him, close enough that if he just leaned in… 

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" Minghao murmured, his voice quieter now, lower. "I tried ignoring it. I tried pretending it wasn’t there. But every time I watch you dance, every time I correct you, every time you look at me like that-" 

He exhaled, shaking his head slightly. "I can’t ignore it anymore." 

M/n’s heart pounded. "Then don’t." 

For a moment, they just stood there, breaths mingling in the stillness of the studio. 

Then, finally, finally, Minghao closed the distance. 

It wasn’t rushed or hesitant it was slow, deliberate, a silent answer to everything they had been holding back. M/n melted into it, his fingers curling around Minghao’s shirt, anchoring himself. 

M/n felt his world tilt on its axis as their lips met. It was soft at first, a gentle press of mouths, but quickly turned into a desperate kiss, the passion igniting. 

Minghao tasted of mint and determination. His hands, earlier strict and disciplined in their corrections, now explored M/n's back under his shirt with a tenderness that belied their usual professional demeanor. Fingers tangled in hair, breaths mingled, and the studio filled with the soft sounds of their mutual surrender. 

M/n was lost in the kiss, in the warmth and comfort of finally giving in to his feelings. He felt Minghao's arms wrap around him, holding him close as if he might disappear if he let go. The kiss deepened, becoming more frantic as their hunger for each other overwhelmed any remaining restraint. 

Minghao pinned M/n against the studio mirror, his body flush against the other's. He trailed kisses along M/n's jawline, pausing to nip gently at his earlobe. 

“Is this okay?” Minghao asked, keeping apart from M/n’s lips for just a second as he held his face close by the back of his head, fingers entangled in his hair. 

“Yes,” M/n reassured, looking through his long eyelashes up at Minghao.`  

"Good..." he whispered, catching M/n's bottom lip between his teeth gently. His hands started to trail down from M/n's neck, across his collarbones, to the hem of his shirt. "Can I..." he asked softly, fingers grazing the bare skin of his stomach. "Take this off?" 

“Mm,” M/n hummed. 

Slowly, almost reverently, Minghao eased M/n's shirt upwards. His calloused fingers brushed along M/n's sides, sending shivers across his skin as the fabric slid off completely. Minghao drank in the sight of M/n's bare torso, eyes darkening with appreciation. "Beautiful," 

“You’re just saying that...” 

“Look at me,” he demanded softly, his fingers hooking into the waistband of M/n’s pant. He wanted M/n to see the sincerity in his eyes, the way he was looking  at M/n like he was a prized possession. 

Minghao leaned in and placed a soft kiss on M/n’s neck, his warm breath fanning across his skin as he spoke. “I’m saying it because it’s true,” he murmured, his fingers slowly untying M/n’s sweatpants, “You’re so fucking beautiful, M/n.” 

He gently pushed M/n’s pants down, hooping around his thigh along with his undergarments, reveling his slim hips and thighs. He trailed kisses down M/n’s chest, his abs, and then finally his thighs as he helped M/n step out of his clothes, “Lift your arms,” he whispered. 

M/n followed instructions. The damp t-shirt slipped off his body, then their forehead pressed together for a moment, peppering kisses as Minghao drank in his junior's body, “Fuck...” he breathed, admiring M/n’s naked form in the studio mirror light, “You’re so perfect,” He trailed a hand down M/n’s side. 

Minghao began to remove his own clothes. His shirt was discarded quickly with the help of M/n, reveling taut muscles and smooth skin. His pants followed soon after, leaving his bare before M/n. M/n stood starstruck. He’d never in a million years think his idol would be au naturel right in front of him. 

Minghao stepped back closer, his hands framing M/n’s waist possessively. He nuzzled his face into M/n’s neck, inhaling his scent deeply. “Turn around,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “I wanna see you from every angle.” 

Guided by Minghao’s hand, M/n turned and faced the mirror. 

One hand snaked around M/n’s waist, resting low on his stomach. The other traced up his chest, brushing against a nipple. “Look at yourself...” 

M/n looked into the mirror. He was in awe at himself. He didn’t recognize himself. In Minghao’s arms, he felt sexier, more alive, more than what anyone could tell him. 

Minghao wrapped him arms around him, placing a kiss on M/n’s shoulder, smiling onto his skin, “See how stunning you are?” 

M/n’s lips curved into a soft smile as covered Minghao’s hands with his own, relishing the feeling of their naked bodies pressed together. “Every curve, every line...” Minghao cooed, his hands roaming over M/n’s torso, “Absolutely gorgeous.” 

“I want you,” M/n whispered breathy, almost not aware he said that out loud. 

Minghao’s breath hitched at M/n’s confession. A slow, wicked smile curved his lips as he felt a shudder run through M/n’s body. “Fuck, I want you too. You deserve it.” 

M/n leaned back into Minghao’s embrace as their fingers locked over M/n’s chest. His breath caught in his throat as he felt M/n’s weight settled against him. “Let me treat you like the prince you are.” 

Minghao slips his fingers into his own mouth, covering it in his spit. He slowly trails those wet fingers down M/n’s backside, pushing M/n gently into the mirror. 

He spread M/n’s legs apart with his thigh as he slowly circled his wet fingers around M/n’s entrance, teasing and preparing him gently. He looked at the scene in the mirror, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in the reflected image of M/n panting, sweat sticking to his forehead and the mirror. 

His finger slowly pushed inside M/n, watching carefully for any signs of discomfort, “Good, baby.” He cooed, his free hand slid around to grip M/n’s erection. He saw M/n’s reflection, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure as he hissed and ahed. 

Pushing his fingers deeper, he started stroking M/n in rhythm with each thrust, his hand working the younger’s length perfectly. In the mirror he could just see how turned on M/n was, “Look at how beautiful you are taking my fingers,” His teeth nipping at M/n’s ear. 

Minghao withdrew his fingers, leaving M/n trembling with need. Holding M/n by the hips, Minghao guided him to bend forward slightly, pressing his chest his back as he hooked his chin on M/n’s shoulder, locking a hand together in front of him as his other positioned himself at M/n’s entrance. 

He slowly pushed in, giving M/n time to adjust. Minghao’s fingernails dug into M/n’s hips as gently as possible, M/n’s hand gripping tightly in his. Minghao pulled back slowly. Almost withdrawing completely before snapping his hips forward again.  

“Fuck... God...” Minghao groaned deeply, pleasure rolling through him as he watched M/n accept him so perfectly. In and out, he had a set steady rhythm, his hips rocking forward and pulling back, watching the erotic sight of their coupling in the mirror. 

“Hao, f-fuck,” M/n choked, the vibration of his moans and whines bouncing off the mirror. Minghao’s lips curl into a smile at M/n calling out his name so lude. His togue ghost his lips briefly at the needy whimpers. 

M/n could feel his release building in his stomach, his thighs shook and he practically was scream for a resolve. Minghao reached his hand back around M/m’s leaking length, stroking him in time with his thrusts, “Come for me,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire but so sweet like his smirk as M/n came undone, him following suit. 

He felt M/n’s released pulse through him, hot and west against his hand. The sight of M/n falling apart in the mirror, pleasure contorting his features, stuttered as he came hard, burying himself deep inside M/n with a choked groan, then a sweet string moans straight in M/n’s ear. 

As the final shudders of their releases faded, Minghao stayed buried deep inside M/n, holding him close. He peppered soft kisses along his junior's shoulder blade, murmuring praises between each gentle press of his lips. 

The next morning, nothing had changed. 

And yet, everything had. 

M/n and Minghao returned to practice like nothing had happened. They kept their distance, their interactions no different from before, strictly professional, strictly normal. No one batted an eye. 

But beneath the surface, there were cracks in the facade. 

It was in the fleeting glances they shared when no one was looking. The way Minghao’s hand brushed against M/n’s lower back for just a second too long when adjusting his form. The way M/n held his breath whenever Minghao got too close, because now he knew what it felt like to have that distance erased. 

And then there were the nights. 

When practice ended and the others left, and Minghao would find an excuse to stay behind. When M/n would linger in the studio just a little longer, waiting. When the silence between them carried an entirely new weight; one filled with stolen moments, quiet confessions, and the unspoken promise of more. 

They weren’t reckless, but they weren’t distant either. 

Late at night, after the world had gone still, they met in empty studios and whispered things they couldn’t say in daylight. Minghao would pull M/n close, pressing lazy kisses to his temple, murmuring things like, "You’re getting better." "You’re going to make it." "I’ll be right here." 

And M/n would believe him. 

Because despite the secrecy, despite the world they lived in; the competition, the expectations, the scrutiny, this felt real. 

And for now, that was enough. 

As M/n packed up his things after another long day, he felt the familiar presence before he even turned around. 

"You’re staying late again?" Minghao’s voice was quiet, just for him. 

M/n smiled. "Depends. Are you?" 

Minghao’s lips twitched. "If you are." 

The answer was unspoken, but they both understood. 

So as the doors shut behind the last of the trainees, and the studio emptied once more, M/n turned to face Minghao; his partner, his mentor, his secret. 

And in the soft glow of the practice room lights, as they stepped toward each other again, M/n knew this was just the beginning. 

[imonanotherlebel]

Aftercare -Seventeen

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Warnings: Nsfw, Minors DNI, fluffy as fu-

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S.Coups:

Seungcheol is all about making sure you're okay afterwards. He'd pull you close, letting you rest against his chest as he whispers sweet things in your ear, his hand gently stroking your back. "Did I go too hard, baby? Are you okay?" He'd kiss the top of your head and keep holding you tight, running a warm bath for both of you to relax in, making sure to keep you hydrated and cared for.

Jeonghan:

Jeonghan’s aftercare is all about tenderness and attention. He’d wrap you up in a cozy blanket, pulling you onto his lap as he murmurs, "You did so well, love." His hands would trace soothing patterns along your skin, massaging any sore spots. He’d keep whispering sweet reassurances, feeding you bites of fruit or chocolates, and gently playing with your hair until you fall asleep.

Joshua:

Joshua would be soft-spoken and sweet, his demeanor completely different from his more dominant side during intimacy. He’d kiss your forehead softly and murmur, "You were amazing, angel." He'd bring you water, help you clean up, and cuddle with you under the covers, humming softly or singing a lullaby to help you wind down and feel safe in his arms.

Jun:

Jun's aftercare involves a lot of cuddling and gentle touches. He’d make sure to clean you up with a warm washcloth, his hands tender and careful. "You’re so beautiful, you know that?" he'd whisper, his lips brushing your skin. He’d pull you into his arms, stroking your hair, and wouldn’t let go until he knows you’re completely relaxed and comforted.

Hoshi:

Hoshi is all about physical reassurance. He’d immediately pull you against his chest, his fingers tracing up and down your spine. "You’re okay, right?" he'd ask, his voice filled with concern. He'd wrap you in his arms, make sure you’re hydrated, and keep you close with soft kisses, playful nose nuzzles, and lighthearted comments to make you smile and feel cherished.

Wonwoo:

Wonwoo’s aftercare is calm and soothing. He’d quietly get up to clean you both off with a warm towel, his hands gentle and caring. "You did so good, my love," he’d say softly, his deep voice a comforting presence. Then, he’d pull you against him, wrapping his body around yours protectively, and he’d read to you or talk about anything calming until you drift off.

Woozi:

Woozi might be quiet and reserved, but his aftercare is incredibly attentive. He’d softly ask, "Was that okay? Did I push you too much?" as he wipes you down with a warm cloth. He’d cuddle you close afterward, his fingers threading through your hair, and sing you a soft, calming song or hum a tune, making you feel cherished and safe.

DK:

DK's aftercare is filled with love and tenderness. He’d shower you with gentle kisses all over your face and neck, holding you close as he murmurs, "You’re amazing, baby. Did you feel good?"

His touch would be soft and comforting, and he’d make sure you’re well-hydrated and snuggled up in his arms, whispering sweet things until you fall asleep.

Mingyu:

Mingyu would immediately switch into his nurturing mode, his gaze softening as he sees the blissful exhaustion on your face. “You did so well, baby,” he'd murmur, gently pulling you into his chest and brushing your hair away. Without hesitation, he'd scoop you up in his arms and carry you to the bathroom, carefully cleaning you up with tender hands. “Are you okay? Was it too much?” he'd ask softly, his thumb stroking your cheek. Afterwards, he'd tuck you into bed, offering water and staying close, whispering, "I’ve got you, love. Just rest now," as he holds you, running his fibgers up and down your back, making sure you feel completely safe and cherished.

The8:

The8's aftercare is methodical yet filled with care. He’d be incredibly gentle as he cleans you up, ensuring you’re comfortable. "You did so well," he’d whisper, his fingers lightly massaging any tense spots. He’d cuddle you afterward, making sure you feel warm, safe, and loved, all while speaking softly in your ear, calming you down with his words and presence.

Seungkwan:

Seungkwan would be full of gentle reassurance. "Are you okay? You were amazing," he’d say, immediately bringing a towel to clean you up. He’d cuddle you close afterward, offering water and making sure you’re snuggled up in blankets. He’d be the type to crack a light joke or two to make you smile, but he’d always keep his tone soft and comforting.

Vernon:

Vernon’s aftercare is all about gentle, loving touches and reassurance. He’d quietly clean you up, his hands warm and careful. "Was that okay for you?" he’d ask softly, his thumb stroking your cheek. Then he’d hold you close, letting you rest your head on his chest as he plays with your hair or talks softly about random, comforting things.

Dino:

Dino would be super attentive and sweet. He’d gently clean you up and make sure you’re comfortable, asking, "Are you feeling okay? Was it too much?" He’d wrap you up in his arms afterwards, stroking your back softly. He’d whisper sweet nothings, kissing your forehead and holding you until you fall asleep, ensuring you feel completely safe and loved..

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[slytherinshua]

ALL MY LOVE

genre. fluff. boyfriend headcanons. warnings. minghao dreams abt marriage and starting a family. not proofread and written while i'm sick and have half a braincell so i'm rly sorry if this is a mess. pairing. minghao x fem!reader. wc. 558. request. no. a/n. babe wake up slytherinshua is back skdjskd GOD IM SO HAPPY I WAS ABLE TO WRITE SOMETHING FINALLY 😭😭 thought this blog was literally gonna die cause writers block was so strong. also surprised it ended up being svt that broke through my block esp minghao but yk ill take it no complaints !!!!

boyfriend!minghao who’s a gentle, slow lover. he never rushes, but he also never leaves you with any doubt. he can read you like a book, and any concerns on your mind seem to be instantly resolved before you even have time to bring them up. he’s steady and true; your rock that you always know you can fall back on when things get tough. no matter what, he’ll always be there. he gives you a soft passionate type of love that you would never get tired of even after decades. 

boyfriend!minghao who’s always been ambitious. he has dozens of things he’d like to do and achieve, but he also knows how to take life slow and enjoy the present. he knows he has time to do everything he wants, and he reminds you that you also have plenty of time as well. sometimes you need that extra voice to tell you that it’s okay to take a break sometimes. it’s okay to breathe and think. no matter what, minghao will always be your biggest supporter— always rooting for you to strive and reach your goals, even if they are small.

boyfriend!minghao who helps you relax after a long day. warm tea and a massage are enough to put your mind and body at ease. his hands work like magic over your neck, shoulders, and back. it’s so good, in fact, that you feel guilty for not paying him for his service. he would never accept anything like that from you, though. once he’s done working out the knots for 20 minutes, he’d fall on top of you, giggling into the crook of your neck as he acts like your personal weighted blanket.

boyfriend!minghao who has a whole collection of couple items with you over the years. whether it be clothes, jewelry, or even mugs, everything he buys seems to come in a set of two. he can’t even imagine buying something for just himself anymore when you always seem to cross his mind whenever he spots something cute.

boyfriend!minghao who scolds you (but truly only out of love). his attention to detail and observant nature is both his strength and his flaw. he’s quick with his tongue— too quick— and will catch himself lecturing or correcting you when it wasn’t strictly needed. although it’s rare for his scolding to get on your nerves, as you know its a way he shows that he cares about you and loves you, it sometimes does. but he’s quick with his apologies as well, so no bickering between you two can ever last long. 

boyfriend!minghao who is so happy and secure in your relationship. he knows he’s found the one with you, and now that he’s been able to call you his for years, there’s no way he would ever be able to imagine his life without you. the overwhelming fondness he holds for you plants itself in his head and his heart and always has him thinking about your future together. he’d tell you randomly over tea how much he’s been thinking and dreaming about spending the rest of his life with you. whether it be big milestones like your wedding and starting a family, or smaller ones like waking up in each others arms each morning, he’s excited to experience it all with you.

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[miaoua3]

(pairing: minghao x f!reader)

congratulations on your solo hao love you🩷

trying to juggle bags full of presents that he got from his members and staff, as well as some korean bbq chicken that he picked up for the two of you, minghao tries very hard to look for the keys of the entrance door.

cursing a bit as they fall from his hand, he has to bend down awkwardly in order to pick them up.

after three minutes of struggling with unlocking the door, hao finally pushes them open and walks in, kicking them shut with the heel of his foot.

he was so busy with everything-opening the door, closing them and trying not to drop any bags, that he didn’t even notice you standing in the living room until he heard a loud pop.

flinching a bit at the sound, he looks at you with wide eyes, only to see your blinding smile in the mids of confetti falling down.

now that he notices, the whole room was taped in balloons, banners and posters of his face.

right behind you, in bold gold letters, stood a banner that said “congratulations!”, decorated with stars around it.

in one second, you are yelling “congrats on your solo!”, breaking him from his observation, and in the next you are running towards him until, inevitably, you jump on him.

knocking a little bit of a breath out of him, he grunts a bit. he officially gives up on the bags as at least three fall down upon your impact, letting them all fall down in favour of wrapping your legs around his waist properly.

just as he was about to (gently) scold you about running on the wooden floor in socks, you start peppering millions of small kisses on his face in a quick manner, mumbling “my baby”, “congrats” and “so proud of you, my star” as you do so.

every thought of scolding you disappears from his mind, his frown quickly replaced by an uncontrollable smile.

as you continue with your kiss attack, even as he carries you to the couch, minghao can only focus on one thought.

i am so glad we found each other in this universe too, my moon.

[woozinhos]

Minghao wakes you with a classic "just the tip my love" yet you know hes too horny to stop himself

Notes: stop guys I feel like my writing has come back and

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Minghao had been tossing and turning all night, unable to fall asleep despite his exhaustion. He kept glancing over at you, his mind filled with thoughts of you and the things he wanted to do to you. Finally, around 4 in the morning, he gave up on sleep and turned to you. He ran a hand down your side, admiring the way your body looked in the dim light of the room.

"Y/N," he whispered, his voice low and rough with desire. "Wake up." You stirred slightly, but didn't wake up completely. Minghao smirked at your half-awake state and continued to touch you, his hand sliding under the covers to caress your thigh.

"Wake up, baby," he repeated, his voice taking on a more commanding tone. "I need you." You slowly opened your eyes, blinking up at him sleepily. "Minghao?" you mumbled, still groggy from sleep. "What's wrong?" He smiled at you, his eyes dark with lust. "Nothing's wrong," he said. "I just couldn't wait any longer. I need to feel you, now." You were about to protest, but the look on Minghao's face made you reconsider. You knew that look all too well - he was determined to have you, no matter what.

"Minghao, it's the middle of the night," you said weakly, even as your body responded to his touch. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear. "I don't care," he whispered. "I need you so badly. Please, baby."

Minghao kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as he pressed himself against you. "Just the tip, I promise," he murmured between kisses. "I'll be gentle." He continued to kiss you as his hands roamed your body, tugging at your clothes until you were completely naked beneath him. You moaned into the kiss, your resistance fading away as he touched you. "Minghao, we can't..." you tried to say, but the words died in your throat as he started to kiss down your neck. He chuckled against your skin. "Yes, we can," he said. "You know you want it too."

Minghao smirked as he felt you give in, his tip sliding into you with ease. "That's my good girl," he praised, nipping at your earlobe. He began to slowly thrust his hips, just enough to tease you and drive you crazy. "You feel so good, even just like this," he groaned. "I can't wait to be inside you completely." Minghao teased you, pulling his tip out and then pushing it back in, never going any further than that. He was enjoying the way you whimpered and squirmed beneath him, desperate for more.

"You're so wet for me," he growled. "I can feel how badly you want me. But I told you, just the tip for now." Minghao's self-control was tested as he continued to tease you, his cock aching to bury itself deep inside you. But he held back, determined to keep his promise and only use the tip.

"Fuck," he muttered, his eyes clenched shut in concentration. "You're making this so hard for me, Y/N." You looked up at him, your eyes filled with a mixture of need and frustration. "Please, Minghao," you pleaded. "I need more than just the tip. I need all of you." Minghao's resolve wavered at your words, his hips bucking involuntarily. "You're playing dirty," he accused, but there was a hint of a smile on his face. Minghao couldn't hold back any longer. He thrust into you fully, groaning as he finally felt the tight heat of your walls around him.

"You're such a bad girl," he growled, starting to move at a relentless pace. "I said just the tip, but you couldn't resist, could you?" You moaned loudly as he filled you completely, your back arching off the bed. "I'm sorry," you gasped, but you didn't sound sorry at all. "I couldn't help it, you were teasing me too much." Minghao chuckled, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he pounded into you. "You're lucky I love you so much," he said, his voice rough with lust. "Otherwise I'd punish you for disobeying me." Minghao knew he was the one who was truly desperate for you, but he enjoyed playing the dominant role. He continued to fuck you hard and fast, his hips snapping against yours with every thrust.

"You feel so good, I don't know how long I'll last," he grunted, his fingers digging into your skin. "But I'm going to make you cum first, baby." Minghao could feel your walls clenching around him, a sign that you were getting close to your orgasm. He reached down and began to rub your clit in tight circles, wanting to push you over the edge.

"Cum for me, baby," he urged. "Let go and cum on my cock." It didn't take long for you to obey his command, your body shaking as you came undone beneath him. You cried out his name, your nails scratching down his back as you clenched around him. Minghao groaned at the feeling, his own orgasm approaching quickly. "That's it, that's my girl," he praised, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his release. "You're so beautiful when you cum." Minghao's head fell back as he came, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. He spilled himself inside you, his cock pulsing as he filled you with his hot seed.

He collapsed on top of you, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath. "Damn," he muttered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You were both breathing heavily, your bodies slick with sweat. Minghao pulled out of you and rolled onto his back, pulling you with him so that you were lying on his chest. He stroked your hair gently, a satisfied smile on his face. "I love you," he said again, his voice softer this time. "You're everything to me."

[itssunshinetoday]

~ the boyfriend pictures series

boyfriend pictures

[sillyuin]

Have you seen my cat?

Genre: fluff, meet cute.

Pairing: Minghao x reader.

Yuin's note: I would love to write and develop this idea further but idk, let me know what you think.

It had already been more than three days since the last time you knew anything about him. The apartment felt strange even though all your things were in the same place, but he wasn’t there, and you were already starting to notice the difference.

You sighed deeply, sinking into the living room couch and staring at the horizon through the window in front of you. The tall buildings partially blocked the sunset, while you, in the same way, felt like you were fading away. That gloomy feeling stayed with you until you went to sleep.

The next morning, you got up with new strength and decided to look after him, it didn't even matter that you didn't know where to start your searching. After a routine workday at the office, you returned with the search for his whereabouts. However, just like the previous days, there were no results.

Head down, you took a seat in the outside garden of some house, and as you watched the sunset of the fourth day without him, thick tears filled your eyes and you didn't bother holding them back. But then, a voice interrupted your thoughts.

That person cleared their throat. “Good afternoon, do you need anything?”

You jumped in your seat and tried to dry your tears. “I’m sorry, I just… I was tired.”

You looked up with a certain fear, thinking you’d meet the angry face of some man annoyed that a stranger was sitting in his property. However, you found a young man standing next to you, his face glowing with curiosity and innocence. For a moment, he reminded you of him…

 “I don’t want to bother you, but…” his voice was calm and gentle, “if you need help, you can tell me, and I’ll see what I can do for you.”

He extended his hand toward you and offered a friendly smile before introducing himself. “My name is Xu Minghao, and I’m the owner of this nursery.”

You shook his hand and after saying your name in a whisper, you glanced toward the house behind you and your eyes couldn’t believe how such a beautiful garden had gone unnoticed by you.

Despite being your first time appreciating that magical place, you’d already heard his name (apparently quite popular in the small town) mentioned by your coworkers, as the couldn’t stop talking about the handsome young man who ran the old nursery a few blocks away, caring for the plants as if they were his own family.

But it wasn’t just his elegant demeanor or the way he smiled—there was something else that left you speechless and for a moment, he made you forget your intrusive thoughts. But it was only for a very brief moment…

You stood up and took a deep breath to calm yourself. “Excuse me… You…”

His gaze and his full attention were on you, and it made you a little anxious.

“It’s okay, I’m listening.”

“Have you seen my cat?”

Minghao tilted his head slightly, and his eyebrows furrowed in the middle. “Your cat?”

You rummaged through your bag, looking for your phone, and showed him your wallpaper. “This is my cat. He’s been missing for more than three days.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, it must be terrible for you.”

You didn’t respond, just lowered your gaze and nodded slowly. It was very difficult to put into words how much you missed his presence, coming home and being greeted by his purring, or the way he curls up with you for bedtime.

Small tears started to fill the corner of your eyes, and the last thing you wanted to do was to make that kind man feel uncomfortable with your presence, and before you could just run away, he spoke.

“Let me do something for you.”

“Something… for me?”

“Yes, let me help you,” he said, stepping back slightly and extending his hand as an invitation. “Come in.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t, I’m in a hurry, and…”

“It won’t take long, I promise.”

You swallowed hard, thinking about how much you simply wanted to turn around and leave, but you nodded, and with some hesitation, stepped into the garden.

“I’ll give you a gift,” he explained, walking ahead of you, “to keep you company in these difficult times.”

You shrugged and made a slight grimace. “Thanks, but I’m not good at taking care of plants.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” he turned to give you a smile, “I have a friend that I’m sure you can take care of.”

You gave a faint smile. “A… friend?”

Minghao said nothing, just gestured for you to come closer. When you took a few steps toward him, you heard a very familiar sound coming from nearby. Behind a flowerpot, a white, fluffy tail stretched out, and when you called his name, it revealed itself as a white cat that happily ran toward you.

“I was starting to worry about his owner,” Hao said to himself.

You were so happy to see him again—the only friend you had in that city—that you forgot about Minghao for a moment. “Don’t run off like that again, please,” you murmured, cuddling the cat in your arms. “I missed you so much, Vanilla.”

“I found him three days ago, sleeping on a sack of seeds” Hao explained. “And I guess he liked my food, because he didn't leave”.

“Thank you for taking care of Vanilla” you said with a bright smile, “He’s such a docile cat and I was afraid someone might have hurt him.”

“It was my pleasure to have his company. Actually, it made me think that I should adopt a cat for me.”

“Oh, can I go with you?” you blurted out, just to end up shrugging in shyness. “You know, I have one, and… I know a thing or two.”

Hao smiled and tilted his head slightly, his deep gaze resting on you with curiosity and perhaps, just perhaps, something a little further. “How about this weekend? At two in the afternoon”

You nodded slowly, unable to articulate a word. The silence lingered for a few seconds, during which the two of you simply held each other’s gaze, until you felt a soft warmth on your cheeks, trying your best not to smile.

“Saturday, at two!” you stammered as you walked towards the exit of the garden. “I’ll come pick you up!”

And as you turned to leave he called out your name, making you slowly turn on your heels.

“Remember to put an address on Vanilla’s collar,” Hao hesitated a little, “you know… If he comes by again… I know where to go.”

[scoupsakakitty]

A little Life | idol!Minghao x Reader | angst, fluff

TW: Medical procedures, Miscarriage

“Are you serious right now, Minghao?”

Her voice shattered the silence of the apartment, cutting through the stillness like a storm. Y/N stood in the middle of the living room, arms crossed tightly over her chest, her frustration clear in every tense line of her body.

Minghao froze in the doorway, the strap of his bag still slung over his shoulder. His hair was messy from a long day at the studio, and his usually calm expression shifted into confusion as he blinked at her. “What’s wrong? What did I do now?” he asked cautiously, his voice low.

Y/N let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “What’s wrong? That’s what you always say, Minghao. Like you don’t see it. Like you don’t feel it.”

He set his bag down by the door, his posture straightening. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about this,” she gestured between them, her voice rising. “This… whatever this is. We��ve been doing this for months, Hao. We act like a couple, but we’re not. You’ve never even asked me to be your girlfriend. And I’m supposed to be okay with that? With the way you send me mixed signals all the time?”

Minghao’s brows furrowed, and his lips pressed into a thin line. “That’s not fair,” he said quietly. “You know I care about you.”

“Do I?” Y/N’s voice cracked, her frustration spilling over. “Because one minute, you’re sweet and caring, and the next, you’re cold and distant. I’m always left wondering where I stand with you. Do you even want me in your life, or am I just convenient for you?”

His jaw tightened. “That’s not what this is.”

“Then what is it, Hao?” she demanded, her eyes glistening. “If you don’t want me, just say it. If you don’t see a future with me, tell me now, so I can stop wasting my time.”

He opened his mouth to respond but hesitated, his gaze dropping to the floor.

Her heart sank at his silence. She turned away, running a hand through her hair as she tried to steady her breathing. “You can’t even say it,” she muttered, bitterness lacing her tone.

Just as she took a step to leave the room, a sharp, searing pain shot through her lower abdomen. She gasped, clutching her stomach as her legs buckled beneath her.

“Y/N!” Minghao’s voice was full of panic as he rushed to her side, catching her before she hit the ground. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

“Don’t… touch me,” she managed through gritted teeth, her body trembling from the intensity of the pain.

“You’re clearly not okay,” he said, his voice shaking as he tried to steady her. “We need to get you to a hospital.”

She tried to push him away, her pride refusing to let him see her like this. “I’m fine,” she whispered, though the pain was unbearable.

But before she could protest further, the world around her spun, and she collapsed in his arms.————————————————————————————-The faint hum of monitors and the sterile smell of antiseptic filled the hospital room. Minghao sat in a chair outside, his hands gripping his knees as Mingyu stood beside him, a comforting presence amidst the chaos.

“She’ll be okay,” Mingyu said quietly, though the worry in his eyes mirrored Minghao’s.

“She fainted in my arms, Mingyu,” Minghao muttered, his voice trembling. “She was in so much pain, and I couldn’t do anything. What if…”

Before he could finish, the doctor approached them, holding a clipboard. “Mr. Xu?”

Minghao shot to his feet. “How is she? Is she okay?”

The doctor nodded, her expression softening slightly. “She’s stable now,” she said. “But there’s something I need to tell you. Y/N is pregnant.”

Minghao’s breath caught in his throat. “Pregnant?”

“Yes,” the doctor confirmed. “She was showing early signs of a miscarriage due to the severe cramping and stress. However, we were able to stabilize her and the baby. They’re both okay.”

Minghao exhaled shakily, his knees nearly giving out in relief. “They’re okay?”

The doctor smiled gently. “Yes. And… it’s a girl.”

A girl. The words hit him like a wave, his chest tightening as emotions swirled inside him shock, relief, fear, and a deep sense of responsibility.

“A girl,” he repeated softly, his voice trembling.

“Yes,” the doctor said. “But I need you to understand how critical it is for her to avoid stress from now on. Both she and the baby are in a delicate state, and any additional strain could put them at risk again. She’ll need plenty of rest and support.”

“I’ll make sure of it,” Minghao said firmly, determination hardening his voice.

As the doctor walked away, Mingyu placed a hand on Minghao’s shoulder. “Hey, man, deep breath. She’s okay. The baby’s okay. You’re going to be a dad.”

Minghao ran a hand through his hair, his mind racing. “I’m gonna be a dad.. How do I tell her, Gyu? She doesn’t even know. And after everything I said to her tonight…”

“You tell her the truth,” Mingyu said simply. “And you make things right. No more mixed signals, Hao. It’s time to step up.”

Y/N stirred, her eyes fluttering open as the soft glow of the hospital lights came into focus. She winced at the stiffness in her body, her hand instinctively moving to her stomach.

“Y/N.”

Her gaze shifted to the side, where Minghao sat by her bedside, his hand wrapped gently around hers. His face was pale, his eyes red-rimmed as if he’d been crying.

“What happened?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“You fainted,” he said softly, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “The doctors had to run some tests and… and perform a procedure.”

Her brows knitted together in confusion. “What kind of procedure?”

He swallowed hard, his grip on her hand tightening. “Y/N, you’re pregnant.”

Her breath hitched, her eyes widening as she stared at him. “I’m… what?”

“You’re pregnant,” he repeated, his voice trembling. “You were experiencing severe cramping, signs of a possible miscarriage. But the doctors were able to stabilize you and the baby.”

Her free hand moved to her stomach again, tears welling up in her eyes. “The baby… are they okay?”

Minghao’s lips curved into a soft, emotional smile. “Yes,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “She’s okay.”

“She?” Y/N repeated, her eyes widening.

“She,” he confirmed, his voice cracking slightly. “We’re having a little girl.”

Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks as she tried to process the weight of his words. She looked at him, her heart aching at the raw vulnerability in his eyes.

“Hao,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” he said, pressing his forehead against hers. “You and our baby are everything to me.”

“I know I haven’t been the best for you,” he said, his voice breaking. “I’ve been afraid and unsure, but none of that matters anymore. You and our daughter… you’re all that matters. I love you, Y/N. I’ve always loved you. And I want to do this together.”

She reached out, her hand cupping his face. “I love you too,” she whispered, her tears mingling with his. “But I need you to mean it, Hao. I need you to be sure.”————————————————————————————-The soft coos of a newborn filled the living room as Minghao gently rocked the tiny bundle in his arms. Their daughter, wrapped snugly in a pastel pink blanket, looked up at him with curious eyes, her small hand grasping his finger.

Y/N sat on the couch, smiling softly at the sight before her. She was tired, but the warmth in her heart made every sleepless night worth it.

“Look at you,” Minghao murmured to his daughter, his voice filled with wonder. “You’re so perfect. Just like your mom.”

A knock at the door interrupted the quiet moment. Y/N called out, “Come in!”

Mingyu stepped into the room, carrying a bag of gifts and snacks. His eyes immediately lit up at the sight of the baby. “There she is!” he exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear as he approached. “Come to Uncle Mingyu!”

Minghao raised an eyebrow, holding the baby protectively. “You’re a little loud, don’t you think? She just fell asleep.”

Mingyu waved him off. “Please. Babies love me. Watch this.” He leaned closer, his voice softening. “Hey, little one. It’s your favorite uncle. Aren’t you the cutest?”

To Minghao’s surprise, the baby stirred but didn’t cry, her little face relaxing at Mingyu’s voice.

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “Looks like she already likes you.”

“Of course she does,” Mingyu said proudly, taking a seat next to Y/N. “I’m the fun uncle. I’ll teach her everything, how to walk, how to talk, how to annoy her dad—”

“Absolutely not,” Minghao interrupted, glaring at him.

Mingyu smirked. “Relax, Dad. You’ll thank me later when she’s got my charm.”

Y/N chuckled, leaning her head against Minghao’s shoulder as she watched their daughter yawn and snuggle closer into his arms.

Minghao looked down at his daughter, his expression softening. “She’s not learning anything from you until she’s at least twenty.”

“Oh, come on,” Mingyu teased. “By then, she’ll already have me wrapped around her finger. Just wait.”

The room filled with quiet laughter, the kind that spoke of love, family, and a future full of joy.

Minghao glanced at Y/N, his eyes meeting hers in a moment of shared understanding. He reached out, his free hand intertwining with hers.

“She’s lucky to have you,” Y/N whispered.

“We’re lucky to have each other,” Minghao replied, pressing a kiss to her temple.

And as the three of them sat there, surrounded by warmth and the promise of a beautiful life ahead, their little family felt complete.————————————————————————————-