#someone please save my man kim minseok hes the only person in the whole group who knows how to compromise

[missxiumore]

Nothing has ever made exo's dynamic make sense more than finding out that apart from xiumin they were all the youngest sibling growing up...

[junaeneous]

How I Met Your Mother

MEMBER/GROUP: Kim Minseok / Xiumin // EXO

GENRE: fluff, comedy, slight angst

WORD COUNT: 4,063 words (jesus I have no life)

SUMMARY: Minseok leans back in his seat with a grin. “How I met your mother? Well, your mother and I were best friends.” His fifteen year old daughter’s eyes brighten. “You fell in love?” Chuckling, he nodded. “Well, yeah, but there’s a lot more to it. It’s a long story, buckle up, kids.” 

AUTHOR’S NOTE: yes, i was watching the show again and yeah this happened okay enjoy :) 

look at him he’s so humble and precious and amazing and beautiful and kind-hearted and ethereal dONT SLEEP ON HIM YA FAKES

“HEY DAD, HOW DID YOU AND MOM MEET?” 

Minseok sets his newspaper down and looks at his children in surprise. “What?” 

“How did you meet Mom? You two are so different, but you’re still so in love. How did that happen?” 

He leans back in his seat with a grin. “How I met your mother? Well, your mother and I were best friends.” His fifteen year old daughter’s eyes brighten. “You fell in love?” Chuckling, he nodded. “Well, yeah, but there’s a lot more to it. It’s a long story, buckle up, kids.”

Minseok waits for his daughter to get comfortable on the couch, as his son followed. Once he notices that they’re settled in, he clears his throat to speak. “Your mother and I have known each other since primary. I can’t remember how we became friends, I was a quiet kid and one day there was this loud, mischievous girl by my side and well, I just went with it I guess.” 

“Your mother and I have been by the other’s side through everything. First kiss and beyond, breakups, driver’s license, failing tests, not getting into the college we wanted..anything you can think of, she was there. She became a normal part of my life pretty quickly.” 

“I don’t have a lot of wild stories like she does, I was very obedient growing up. But like your uncle Baekhyun, your mother was wild. She was reckless and spontaneous, definitely not my type, so I never looked at her that way. Back then, she was never committed, none of her relationships would ever last long. We were so different in so many aspects of our lives that a chance of romance seemed near impossible. Until of course, one night of alcohol and a whole lot of vulnerability screwed it all up.”

“To Minseok, for being the first out of us all to sacrifice his freedom!” 

“Shut up, Baekhyun,” you chuckle, rolling your eyes. “Your fear of commitment is showing.” 

Baekhyun huffs, sniffling as he takes his seat. “Well excuse me for mourning the loss of my best friend’s sanity as he prepares to cage himself in! I knew he was a hopeless romantic but I never,” he pauses to wipe a tear, “thought he’d sink this low.” 

“Ignore Baekhyun,” Kyungsoo chimes in, “we’re extremely happy for you. And very proud. You deserve this, Minseok, and we could not be more excited for you as you walk into a part of your life you’ve been waiting so long for.” 

“Thanks, guys,” Minseok smiles. “I’m really happy that I’m getting to spend the night before my wedding with you all. Especially,” his eyes meet yours as he places his hand atop your own, “with the loser who stuck by me for so long.” 

“I’m still asking for your gratitude in cash.” You shrug, but secretly squeeze his hand on the table. You don’t know why you’re being so touchy and affectionate with Minseok. You’re usually uncomfortable with emotions and expressing them, but tonight seemed to be an exception. Your best friend, someone who’d been by your side for the longest time, was going to be a married man tomorrow. He was going to have a lovely wife, and a beautiful family. 

Why are you so affected by the thought of it? 

Not wanting to delve into it, you raise the bottle of beer and down some more, welcoming the taste and the distraction as the chatter around you continues. Chanyeol and Baekhyun are bickering yet again. Jongin is teasing Kyungsoo once again, while Junmyeon, Minseok and Yixing are in deep conversation about something trivial. Sehun and Jongdae are arm wrestling while betting on each other’s plate of burgers, leaving you with your bottle of beer.

And a very suspicious Luna, who narrows her eyes at you as she says, “Why the long face?” 

“I’m fine, Sunyoung,” you respond slowly, sighing. Upon your use of her real name, her eyes narrow further. “Okay, you addressing me by my real name definitely means something is wrong.” She grips your arm and tugs you out of your seat, dragging you to the women’s restroom. 

“Okay, spill.” 

You meet her concerned eyes with poorly veiled emotion. “I don’t know, Luna, I don’t know. Minseok is going to be a married man tomorrow. He’s going to move out of the apartment next to mine and start a family with his wife. I won’t be seeing the one person who’s always been close to me after tomorrow. It’s like,” your voice cracks, “it’s like I’m letting him go for good.” 

“Aww sweetheart,” Luna spreads her arms open, “come here.” 

You step into her embrace, sighing as she tightens her hold on you. For a brief moment, you shut off your mind and allow yourself to be held, and then you’re pulling away. 

“You want my advice? Talk to him. Despite your whole ‘I hate emotions’ thing, you’ve always been able to communicate well. It’s why you two rarely ever fight. Talk to him, honey, hug it out. Or whatever you guys do.” 

“I will.” 

“Good.” Luna smiles. “Now, chin up and smile. I don’t care how hard it is, you’re not going to be wallowing in sorrow tonight. You are going to celebrate Minseok’s big step and you are going to complain about how crappy beer tastes while you drink it. It’s like any other night. You get me?” 

“Yeah, I do.” 

“Awesome.” 

“I love you, you know that?” 

“Jesus Christ,” she laughs, “Minseok should get married more often if it means I get the appreciation I deserve.” 

At the look on your face, she grins. “Okay, okay, yeah, I love you too, you shithead. I don’t like seeing you sad, so cheer up a little. You’re wild. You’re hot. And no matter what, Minseok will always be your best friend. It’s like the universe would go out of order if anything else happened.” 

“Yeah.” Luna doesn’t notice your tone as you two left the restroom to join the big crowd back at the bar. 

For the rest of the time at the bar, you push your emotions aside and drink with the others. You win both Sehun’s and Jongdae’s plates of fries. You down two more bottles of beer. You sing along with Chanyeol and Baekhyun as they embarrass Minseok. You flirt with strangers but don’t give them your number, much to Baekhyun’s surprise and disappointment. 

And finally, the night comes to an end and Minseok’s arm is around your waist as he tugs you upstairs to your apartment, the familiar scent of his colonge all around you as he waits for the elevator to take you to your floor. 

“I can walk on my own, Minseok.” You slur out, hearing him chuckle in response. “Sure you can.” 

“I’m serious. I’m completely, utterly, truly sober.” 

“Mmhm.” 

The elevator chimes as it slides open, allowing Minseok to guide you out and into your apartment. He sets you down on the couch and says, “Sit. I’ll get you some water.” 

“I’m fine,” you drawl out, pouting at Minseok when he taps your nose and heads into the kitchen despite your protests. A few glasses of water later, you feel more in control of your body and less dizzy. However, the dam that keeps your emotions under control tires out, prompting you to burst into tears. 

Immediately, Minseok is facing you with concern. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” 

“Don’t get married.” 

“What?” 

“Don’t get married, Minseok,” you sob, “aren’t you rushing into this? You’ve only known each other for six months. Don’t you think that’s a little too soon?” 

“Where is this coming from?” 

“I don’t know. I don’t know anymore. I don’t think I’m ready to wake up tomorrow and realise that the apartment next door is empty. I don’t think I’m ready to have to drive fifteen minutes after tomorrow to see you. I don’t think I can accept the fact that you’re getting married and on moving on with your life, leaving me behind, I--” 

“Stop right there.” He cuts you off sternly. “Do you think this is easy for me? You’ve always been so close to me, Bee. Always. We were neighbours as kids. Neighbours as teenagers. Neighbours in college. Neighbours as adults. No matter what, we were always closeby. It’s hard for me too, knowing that after tomorrow you’re going to be a whole fifteen minutes away, and not my neighbour. It’s hard for me to accept that I won’t be the one saving your ass after a bad date or a terrible hangover because I’ll be with a family of my own. I fucking love you, Bee. You’ve become this part of me that I can’t bear to say goodbye to. I’m not leaving you behind, but I am going to have to draw lines, and it’s killing me too.” 

“Then don’t,” you plead, not bothering to wipe your tears away. You take his hands in your own and plead. “Don’t draw lines. Don’t move away. Don’t get married.” 

“I’m in love, Bee.” He counters softly. “I love you, but I’m in love with her. She’s the one.” 

The lump in your throat tightens as you lower your head, unable to meet his eyes. “Stop calling me Bee,” you sniffle, “we’re adults now. You have to start calling me by my real name.” 

“It doesn’t matter how old we get, I’m always going to call you Bee. True to your personality, wild and annoying.” 

You still don’t look up at him, unable to control your tears as your chest tightens with the realisation that Minseok is moving on for good and you’re still going to be like this tomorrow. And the day after. He’ll have a wife and you’ll still be blindly searching for someone to fill up the space in your heart. He’ll have kids and you’ll be stumbling out of bars at four a.m, drunk out of your mind with no Minseok to scold you as he takes you back home. 

“Bee, look at me.” 

“I can’t.” 

“Please.” 

“I can’t, I’m going to bed, I can’t do this--” 

Minseok stands with you and tugs your body back into his, wrapping his arms around you as you burst into sobs once again. You are usually not so affected by change, having always been flexible enough to adjust to everything. 

But this is Minseok. And everything concerning him brought out all the emotions you despised. 

Concern. Affection. Love. 

Unable to take it, you pull away and look up at him. Minseok is also teary eyed, his lips trembling. “Goddamnit, why’d you have to make me cry too?”

“I--I’m--”

You don’t get to finish. Minseok’s trembling lips are atop your own, shocking the both of you. You freeze as his arms go around your waist, tugging you closer to his body. Your mind goes blank as your heart picks up pace in sync with his lips, that are urging a response from your own. Hesitantly, you oblige, tiling your head and allowing him to deepen the kiss. 

There is a nagging voice at the back of your mind, screaming something important but you ignore it, gripping Minseok’s shirt collar tight as you feel his tears on your cheeks and his sadness on your lips. You had never wondered what kissing him would be like, simply because he wasn’t your type. You two had always been too different to be lovers, but just enough to be friends. That was the shared dynamic. You had never looked at Minseok as anything but a friend. You had never wanted him, wanted to kiss him, hold him, call him the terms of endearment that brought out the adorable shy smiles of his.

But right now, with everything around you screaming at you to pull away, you cling to him, trying to close a distance that did not exist, trying to speak a message with your body in a way you never had before. 

There are gasps and whimpers, curse words and soft moans and then Minseok is pulling away, eyes wide in horror as the weight of his actions fall all at once. 

“Oh my god, I--I just--”

“No, that did not just happen.” You speak quickly, shame filling you up just as quick as the passion dies down, the screaming voice finally yelling words of common sense. He was getting married. He had a fiancee. 

“Bee, what did we just do?” 

You two had officially screwed up. 

“I can’t believe I’m getting married.” Sunhee breathes, eyes wide. “Am I dreaming? Can someone pinch me?” 

Luna laughs, shaking her head at the younger woman. “You’re not dreaming, Sunhee, I promise this is real. Look at you,” she gushes, “you look absolutely gorgeous.” 

“Thank you, Lu. Thank you too, Bee.” 

You stiffen at that, meeting Sunhee’s nervous gaze. “Is it okay if I call you that? Minseok calls you that all the time, and I understand if it’s a special nickname or something--” 

“No,” you force yourself to answer, smiling softly, “no I don’t mind.” 

But of course you did. 

“Listen, I just want to apologise. I was being really petty about not wanting to invite you to the wedding and I’m sorry. You’re Minseok’s best friend. His childhood friend. It was selfish of me to have wanted to block you from witnessing one of the most important days of his life. I hope you can forgive me.” 

“It’s alright,” you tighten your smile, swallowing the lump in your throat as your guilt intensifies, “I understand it must be weird.” 

“It shouldn’t be weird,” Sunhee laughs, “you two are so different and not compatible. You’ve said it yourselves! It’s just that when we were first dating, Minseok would drop what we were doing in seconds and run to you if he ever heard about you needing help. I let that cloud my judgment, and that’s not okay.” 

You know you’re being punished for your actions. Sunhee’s sudden kindness and maturity is a cruel reminder of a lack of your own. “It’s okay, Sunhee. What matters most is that you’re here today, marrying that dork. Seriously, he’s been dreaming of this day for so long, with someone exactly like you. I’m happy for you two.” 

But you weren’t. 

“Thank you. It means a lot to me, and I know for sure, to Minseok, that you’re here. I’m going to go do some final check ups, okay? Thanks once again for understanding, Bee.” 

You nod, waiting until she leaves to face Luna, who’s frowning. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Am I the only one who noticed the weird look in her eyes when you spoke about Minseok marrying her?” 

“What weird look?” 

“Okay, guess I’m the only one. I don’t know how to describe it, but it was a very weird look. Not one I’d expect a bride to have on her wedding day.” 

There’s a moment’s silence. 

“She didn’t go to do some final check ups, did she?” 

Luna’s expression grows heavy. “Get to Minseok, now.” 

Dear Minseok, 

I didn’t think I’d be the kind of person to write you a letter instead of telling you up front, but I couldn’t bear to see the look on your face. I know I’ll end up making a decision I’ll regret if I see your face. 

I want to start off by saying I love you. So damn much. You’re so easy to love. You’re kind, gentle, caring, calculated and mature. You’re patient and understanding, and you have the biggest heart that this world does not deserve. 

That I don’t deserve. 

I want to blame Bee. I want to say that it’s her fault. That you’re so close, too close for comfort. That when you run to her aid it feels like you’re leaving me behind. That when she’s around, it feels like I’m the best friend and she’s the girlfriend. I want to throw her under the bus and blame her, but that’s not me. None of this is Bee’s fault. It was never Bee’s fault. 

It’s mine. 

A month before you proposed, you told me that your first impression of me was cold. Unwilling to trust. You told me that you were terrified to approach me but did so anyway, because something in you told you that it was right. 

That very night, I was planning to get someone else back. I was dressed up because it was his favourite look on me. I was drinking because otherwise I would never have had the courage. I was planning on running back into his arms, but you caught me instead. 

I told myself that you were the second chance I’d been begging for. 

For the months that we dated, it felt to me like you were giving your all into this relationship, and I was the one taking. You never noticed that I wasn’t giving anything in return, and selfishly, I was okay with it. I told myself I could learn to love you. To be in love with you. 

When you proposed, it felt like I was. I forgot about my guilt, I forgot about him, and the world seemed to make sense. I was in love with you. I’d finally done it. 

But then, I saw his face instead of yours, and everything went crashing down again. 

I love you, Minseok. You’re the purest soul to walk this earth, someone who, even if for a short while, settled my heart and showed me peace. I love you. I will always love you. No matter what, a part of me will always love you and care for you. 

But I can’t give you my heart the way you gave me yours, because he’s holding it. 

And I don’t want to take it back. 

I’m the scum of the earth. I’m a horrible person for doing this to you, for taking it this far and running away, for breaking your heart and ruining your dreams. I’ll never forgive myself for hurting you the way I did. 

But, I think it would have been a greater sin to have let you call me your wife, when I didn’t think of you as my husband. 

I’m sorry. Truly, from the bottom of my heart, I’m sorry. 

-Sunhee 

You’ve seen Minseok fall apart several times. When his mom fell sick. When he watched Marley and Me. When you woke up in a hospital and found him sobbing next to you, clutching your hand. When he thought he’d been rejected by his dream university. When he’d wanted to buy a car for his younger sister but failed because of his poor financial situation. You’ve seen him break down and cry, you’ve seen him scream and shout. 

But you have never seen him breaking apart like this. Clutching the letter in his hands, trembling, with no tears as he stares straight ahead, not making a single sound. 

It takes you a second to realise he’s not breathing. 

“Minseok.” 

No response. You sit next to him. “Minseok, please.” 

You wrap around arms around him. “Breathe, Minseok. Come on. Hey, Minnie,” you plead softly, “breathe.” 

And then he’s holding you tight as he cries, blaming himself, loathing himself, and you can only sit there and hold him, mumbling incoherent nonsense as he falls apart over and over, with you unable to fix him.

“Do you know her address?” 

“Shut up, Baekhyun, it’s been two years.” Under your breath, you added, “if she’s smart, she’s probably moved away.” No one else hears but Sehun, who grins at you in response.

“I can’t believe it’s been two years since he got left at the altar,” Jongdae sighs, “god I’m so happy he’s doing better.” 

It had been tough indeed. For the first few weeks, Minseok refused to leave his room. He ate very little and slept a lot. His hair grew out and he was sporting some strong stubble. He would barely speak and would often wake up in cold sweat. With the support of the ones around him, and a good amount of dragging him out to do the things he’d loved to do, he began breaking out of his grief. Six months later, he was getting back into his old habits. Waking up early in the morning to go jogging. Making breakfast for you two. Bringing in takeout on Tuesdays. Nine months in, he was cracking jokes. He could talk about Sunhee without breaking down. A whole year in, he was back to his old self, and everyone could finally breathe in relief. 

As if sharing the same thought, everyone sounds their agreement. “It was tough to pull him out,” Luna raises her bottle, “but we did it. Actually, you did it.” She shoots you a small smile. “So cheers to Bee.” 

“Cheers to Bee!” 

“Thanks, guys.” You raise your bottle to theirs and take a sip. “Where is Minseok anyway? He should be here by now.” 

“Must be traffic, you know how it gets on New Year’s.” 

“What’s wrong? You miss your boyfriend that much?” You turn to glare at Baekhyun. “He’s not my boyfriend, Baek, shut up.” At this, the smaller scoffs. “Please, what is he then? You two live together. Go to work together. He’s the only one who’s gotten the hang of calming you down when your anxiety strikes, not to mention, you respond best to his voice when you zone out and we try to regain your attention. You two don’t tease each other or bicker as often. Admit it, something’s changed.” 

“We don’t want to label it, okay? Now zip it, he’s here.” 

But of course, that was never Baekhyun’s style. 

Later that night, as everyone began saying their goodbyes, Baekhyun stayed back until it was just the three of you. Then, he spoke. 

“You two are in love.” 

“Baekhyun, what the hell--” 

“Oh my god shut the fuck up--” 

“Listen to me first, I need to make my point.” When you two go silent, he lets out a hum of approval. “Thank you. Now as I was saying. You’re in love. It’s really fucking obvious, you’ve gotten into a familiar rhythm with each other in a way that isn’t platonic. Minseok, you’re giving her an awful lot of forehead kisses, and those are only girlfriend privileges when it comes to you. You’re a whole lot touchier too, do you think I don’t see the hickies? You wild animals! Not to mention--” 

“Okay, we get it.” Minseok cuts him off. “Maybe we’re doing all of the relationship things without having officially called it a relationship.” 

“What’re you waiting for? Bee?” 

You turn to look at Minseok. What were you waiting for. “I guess it was a silent agreement between us? I mean we both know what we’re doing is--” 

“--boyfriend girlfriend stuff yeah,” Minseok completes. “But I guess there’s a need to make it official, huh?” 

“Obviously!” Baekhyun snorts. “If there were no labels, do you think I’d have a problem with commitment? Absolutely not!” 

You chuckle, shaking your head at your friend. 

“Bee, should we label this? Publically?”

You laugh, nodding. 

“Hell yeah.” 

“And that day kids, was when your mother and I made--” 

“Okay, ew, I don’t want to know!” Minseok’s daughter groans, covering her ears immediately. His son yelps, grabbing the pillow in fear. “Dad, no!” 

“Alright, alright,” he laughs, “I’ll spare you the details. But yeah, that’s how your mother and I ended up like this. We decided to accept the fact that we’re different, and gave it a shot. Guess it worked out.” 

“Do you think you could have married Sunhee if she hadn’t been in love with someone else?” 

At this, you pop your head out from the kitchen and yell, “Ooh, now I’m interested to hear this!” 

Minseok grins. “Hmm. I would have married Sunhee, of course, but I know I still would’ve gravitated back to your mother. She’s just become a part of me I can’t live without.” 

“I know you’re only getting this sappy because you broke my laptop charger!” 

“Ooh,” his daughter drawls, “you’re in trouble.” 

“And that kids,” Minseok raises his voice, “was how I met your beautiful, amazing, smart, hysterical mother! Isn’t she just stunning?” 

Inside the kitchen, you shake your head, laughing as you eye the picture of you two at your old apartment, where he’d proposed. 

You were glad things had worked out this way.