#soongie doongie dori

[jeonginluvrr]

soonie, doongie, dori | lee minho

synopsis - y/n meets her boyfriend’s family for the first time, including three cats.

pairing - lee minho/lee know x fem!reader 

genre - fluff 

“are you sure about this, minho?” you asked your boyfriend nervously, your fingers anxiously gripping his as the two of you stood in front of his family’s apartment door, shoes taken off and carelessly tossed to the side of the welcome mat. 

“it can’t be that bad,” minho let out a small sigh, turning to look at you. “i’m sure my parents will love you.” 

you nodded, grabbing your boyfriend’s arm as he turned the knob of the smart door, pushing the entrance to the apartment open, with cheerful greetings from his mother and father echoing within the interior of the home. 

“minho, you’re finally home,” his mother made a beeline to the door, pulling her son into a tight embrace, separating you from him. “and i see you’ve brought your girlfriend.”

“hello,” you bowed politely to the elder woman, trying to hide your anxiousness.

minho’s mother smiled at you, returning a greeting before gesturing to the dining table, where minho’s father was waiting. “please, join us for dinner.” 

minho locked his fingers with yours once more, and led you to the dining table, pulling out a chair for you to sit in before he sat down himself. unbeknownst to you and minho, his parents threw each other sly smirks at their son’s antics.

the dinner went more smoothly than you expected, and minho’s parents were delighted that he was dating you, and welcomed you into their family quite quickly. although his father had the same cold exterior minho had when you first met him, he quickly warmed up to you. 

“thank you for the dinner.” you smiled at the two.

“of course! don’t forget to see soonie, doongie and dori on your way out!” she exclaimed as she picked up the dirty dishes from the dining table. 

“soonie, doongie, and dori?” you turned to look at minho, questioning what his mother had just told you. 

“ah,” minho smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his nape. “i have three cats. let me introduce them to you.” 

he gently led you to a room neighboring his parents’ and slowly opened the door to reveal three cats crowding the entrance to the room, looking up at minho and meowing in delight once they saw their owner. 

“this is soonie,” minho gestured at a ginger cat. “this is doongie,” minho pointed at a ginger cat with more white fur covering him. “and this is dori.” finally, dori was revealed as the brown cat with dark markings.

while soonie and doongie were busy crowding minho, dori approached you and sniffed you curiously. you let dori sniff your index finger first, so that he would become more accustomed to your scent. he paused and sniffed it carefully, before headbutting your knuckles. 

“seems like dori likes you,” minho chuckled as he pet soonie and doongie. “the maknae’s always been a curious baby.” 

you chuckled and watched as dori gently smacked his head against the back of your hand until you pet him, and a low purr rose from his throat as you scratched the back of his ears. 

after bothering minho, the other two cats approached you, with soonie playfully hitting dori on the head with his paw. the two cats tackled each other and scrambled on the floor, play fighting as doongie blinked his round green eyes, watching them fight, his tail wrapped around his paws. 

“we should probably get going soon,” minho rose from the ground, turning to look at you. 

“do we have to? i don’t want to leave them behind,” you chuckled, becoming suddenly attached to minho’s cats. 

“don’t worry love, you’ll see them more often in the future,” he helped you rise from the floor, pressing a small peck on your forehead. “i’ll make sure of it.” 

you chuckled, giving minho a kiss on the lips. “you really seem to care about them, hmm?” 

“of course. they’re my home,” minho smiled sadly as he watched soonie, doongie and dori play as he shut the door behind you two. 

[krosiefics]

sleep talking • lee minho

MDNI 18+

WC: 795

Synopsis: in the teen vogue interview the members said that minho sleep-talks and soooo well my brain decided to spew this out…

Tags: pure smut, afab!reader, needy!minho, unprotected sex (be safe please), fingering, use of pet names (baby, love, etc), minho had a wet dream while sleep talking, established relationship, parasomnia, sleep talking, grinding, cockwarming(?), lwk dry humping, oneshot

You unlock the door of your apartment quietly, unsure if your boyfriend was asleep or not. You sneakily walked through the kitchen, leaving your bag and accessories on the counter top. A small purr caught your attention, you turn to your right and see Dori rustling around on the cat tower, he cuddles next to Doongie who doesn’t flinch when Soongi’s foot twitches and smacks him in the face.

You smile at your babies before creaking the bedroom door open, peeking inside seeing Minho curled up in the bed, his arms holding onto your pillow. You smile softly at him before slipping into the room, gently closing the door behind. You’re too tired to shower today and decide to just shower in the morning. After you change into your pajamas, you attempt to wiggle the pillow that Minho grasps.

“No, don't go.” Minho mumbled quietly, “I love you.” His grasp on the pillow tightens, pulling it closer, causing you to be pulled on top of him. The moment he felt an extra weight on him, Minho’s arms wrapped around you, holding you as if you were the pillow. “So soft.” He muttered. You smiled at the sleeping boy, Minho tended to sleeptalk, it was endearing hearing him talk out loud while he was dreaming. You plant a small kiss on his forehead. His face scrunched up, groaning as you finally pushed the pillow out from between your bodies.

“Mm…need it.” Minho grunted, you look at him, assuming he meant the pillow, but as you snuggle back into his hold you realize what he meant. Something poked at your front once you settled in. Your eyes shoot open as you feel him start grinding against your body. “Shit.” You sigh under your breath, “Need it.” Minho whimpered as his hands instinctively started roaming your body.

Your mind is filled with the temptation of taking him right now, but Minho being asleep made you rethink your wants. He stirs awake, his hips still rutting against yours. “Love, please.” Your eyes meet his, which have fluttered open slightly. You feel your cheeks warm up as his hands squeeze your ass. “Baby…please.” He pleaded, now fully awake.

“Fuck,” You moan softly as his hand comes around the front and touches your warm cunt. Minho gave you pleading eyes, his clothed cock rubbing against your pelvis. You nod at him giving him the go-ahead, the both of you were too tired to do this right, so he shakily moved your loose pajama shorts to the side as well as your panties. His calloused fingers flicking at your clit before sliding between your slick folds. You squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure as two of his fingers slip inside your leaking hole. Minho’s thumb sloppily rubbing circles on your clit.

After a few minutes of Minho stretching you out, you spread your legs, nudging him with your knee that you are ready. Minho took your hint and shakily took his hard cock out of his sweatpants. He swung your legs over his hip as the two of you laid there. Minho aligned hs cock to your wet cunt and slid the tip in slowly until he bottomed out. You laid there, the feeling of his warmth filling you up sent more arousal down your leg. Every now and then one of you would move or grind your hips into each other.

“Feel so warm.” Minho sighed as he buried his head in your neck, leaving kitten licks on your collarbone. You moaned softly as his teeth grazed over your skin. He suddenly started pumping himself slowly into you. Small whines slipped from your mouth as he sensually moved out of you. Minho’s grunts in your ear were enough to send you over the edge, but you held off. His hand came down to play with your ass once again. “So good.” You whimpered as his other hand played with your clit.

“Love you.” Minho whined against your skin. “Love you too Min.” Your fingers dug into his back

Minho started leaving kisses up your neck until he reached your lips. The kiss was messy and uncoordinated, but neither of you cared, both too exhausted. Minho’s pace slightly sped up as he neared his climax, his fingers continuously assaulting your clit. “Min,” You cried quietly as you felt your orgasm hit you. He continued thrusting himself into you, though you whimpered at the overstimulation, “I know love,” He cooed, “almost there.”

A few thrusts later he filled you up. He slipped out of you, reaching over for the tissues that sat on the bedside table. Cleaning himself and your body up slowly as you laid there for him. Within ten minutes the two of you were out. Peacefully snuggled into each other.

[hyunjinsbelovedamericano]

Sleepy time with bf! skz

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Tysm for the request! I have wrote something like this before but I have way more ideas

Fluff ofc, implied fem reader on Felix's part

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Bangchan

Winter times is the time where you and bangchans sleeping schedule drop,4am is the new 20:00pm! Even though you have to wake up 3 hours early tomorrow it doesn't stop you from staying up late

Youd end up scrolling on Amazon looking up things that you wanted, Chan knew that you were a shopaholic your basket was FLOODED with items

"baby,you can't keep adding items to your basket like that"

"What why"

"You don't have that much money"

"Yeah but you do"

Chan sighed knowing he couldn't say anything back to this,he always wanted to shower you with gifts he should expect your basket to overflowed like that.

He didn't wanna keep you up too long though,so he cradled you to sleep like you were a baby,your knees would be up to chin and you would be laying on your side,Chan would put him arms around your waist his warm hands relieving any type of pain your stomach was having

Lee know

Lee know would 100% loveeee to cuddle with you and his cats, it's like free melatonin.Soongie would be in between the both of you, purring from the head scratches.

If you're struggling to sleep, say no more, Soongie, Doongie,Dori and Minho are to the rescue!It's like sleeping on clouds, it's comfy cosy and it has Lee know. What more could you want? Right before going to sleep Lee know would help you prepare for bed, if you weren't having such a good day he would help you with your skincare, make sure you have fresh pjs you just have to go to sleep stress free.

He would be a bit confused though, I don't think he would have the best knowledge on how these face masks work

"No,lino-you,you have to-wait"

The face mask would end up all over your face, even going in your mouth once

From now on you know to sheet face masks preventing anything bad happening in the future

Changbin

Changbin always had energy so it would be harder to fall asleep with him,he's constantly so giggly and silly but it's hard to hate him because.. It's changbin

You had a very big collection of plushies which changbin found very cute, before you even started dating you forced him to memorise the plushies names. You had them piled up on the side of the bed and made him name the plushies you picked up.

"Whats his name?"

"That's a he? I thought it was a she-"

You would get frustrated with him not being able to remember ANY of them, you taught him this!

"Changbin! You know this"

"I kinda don't though"

You sigh heavily and plop down on the bed beside him,

"I was too busy looking at your pretty face"

He would try to cheer you up with being a flirt, it wasn't gonna be that easy though. He would have to smother your face is kisses and cuddle you trying to get you to relax, once he noticed that you started getting sleepy he would lay his head on his chest playing with your hair,falling asleep with you

Hyunjin

Hyunjin would treat you like a princess, he wants to make sure you enjoy every bit of your rest,you guys would be snuggled up in a heated blanket he got you for your birthday, this time of the month is the coldest and he definitely doesn't want you to get sick

If you had trouble sleeping he would sing you to sleep,play with your hair until you fall asleep. Anything that makes you feel at ease

When you wake up kkami would be there in between the both of you,how did he even get here? Whatever he's here now and that's all that matters

You guys would have debates on who has to switch off the light

"Hyunjin I'm already in bed"

"So am i"

"Yeah, but, I got here first"

"I don't wanna get up tho"

"Neither do I!"

You would end up forcing him to do it 🤷‍♀️

Han

Omg han would snore so loud,your trying to get some peaceful rest and all of a sudden you hear this agitating grating sound, turns out it han! And he's snoring

You expressed to him how loud and annoying he can be when he's asleep, to this he just acts oblivious and clueless

"What dym I snore? No I don't"

"Are you certain?."

But when he doesn't snore you guys would be pulling all-nighters knowing you have to wake up early the next day

Binge watching your fav k-dramas, one more episode wouldn't hurt right?

I honestly see han being a drooler, he sleeps with his mouth open most of the time which causes drool to fall down the side of his mouth, ew

Felix

He would ramble to the extreme, like daymn don't you ever run out of words to say?

Yk those clips of him where he just says the most stupidest things to ever exist, yeah he's gonna dump them on you

"Yk how Australia is two or three hours ahead of Korea,if you think about it when I go from Sydney to Korea... I'm basically time traveling"

"Felix go to sleep"

All he does is talk honestly,yappa yappa yappa

He would talk until you fall asleep, when he's not talking about stupid shit, he would be talking about your future

Like your wedding day, how many kids you wanna have

"We should have 5 kids"

"NOO"

"Why not?"

"If ur birthing the kids then sure"

Seungmin

You and seungmin would 100% pillow flight, even if you're not awake he'd hit you with a pillow

If you have to get up early and you're not waking up he's just hit you with the nearest pillow he can find

"Honey wake up"

"Honey get your ass up"

".... Okay then"

All of a sudden you'd wake up from being brutally attacked by a pillow, how rude of him

"Seungmin, ow-what are you doing?!"

"I told you to wake up"

What a menace

Jeongin

I lowkey think jeongin would sleep walk, just for lil bit yk😋

You would wake up in the middle of the night and turn to side to see no jeongin, where did he go?

Just as you were about to get up to look for him you heard a creak from the door, you turned to see jeongin leaning his head against the door

Obviously you were confused like,what when how why

You rushed to him and tapped him on the shoulder gently not wanting to alarm him

"Jeongin wtf"

This seemed to awake his from... Whatever and he snapped back into reality

"How did I get here?"

"I don't know you tell me"

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[wnbnny]

we can't be friends- l.mh

genre: idol!minho x reader, lovers to exes to lovers

tw: angst, hurt, breaking up, erasing of memories (almost) , mutual pining

status: coming soon... (taglist is open!)

author's note: i had this in my drafts so i decided to give u guys a sneak peek >< will probably be released in a week!

sneak peek...

december 25, 2019, 11.28 pm, your diary.

i still think of you, you know. i still see your face in the windows of that café shop we used to go to whenever i pass by. i know you're not in there, and i'm hallucinating. i can't go in there anymore, not without thinking of you. i can't even watch the television anymore without having to see your face. i listened to your new comeback. that song was about me, wasn't it? 

it's christmas today. i adopted some presents for you. you would love them, the three cats. i named them soongie, doongie, and dori. quite fitting, they're playful like you. they'll never meet their father. i still wear your hoodie, the green one i always wore every christmas. you used to wear my red hoodie, but i guess you won't be here to wear it anymore. it still smells like you. 

i still wonder why you left. was such a pathetic excuse as me potentially being hurt the only reason why you would leave me? you knew i didn't care if i was hurt, so long as i was with you. you still left. i hate you for that, but deep down i could never hate you. i hate that i still love you.

taglist: @starseungs @missmajdastark @jazziwritesthings @layviyu @lailac13 @ana-marais98 @foxinthewild

[spiceofvy]

SKZ reacting to the reader crying

cws: gender neutral reader, sfw, comfort, fluff, lots of emotions

Chan: He goes very soft, even if he is working, no matter what he does. Seeing you unhappy takes up all the attention, and he feels the immediate need to protect you. He hugs you tightly, and all surrounding, pressing you to his chest. Hides you from the world in his arms. He will not do anything today, forget about work, you are now his priority.

Minho: He freezes like a deer in headlights. Softly reaches out to hold your hands, pressing a kiss to every knuckle. Will probably not talk a lot but just hold your hands. When you've calmed down a bit he takes you to his place, and while you cuddle up with Soongie, Doongie, and Dori on the couch he cooks you your favorite meal.

Changbin: He is very worried, unsure how to help you and how to soothe you. Will probably just hold your face, wiping your tears, pressing his forehead against yours while he whispers soft words. Sharing his warmth with you he slowly hugs you. He caresses your back and says the sweetest things. He will not let you go. You have to stay here, safe in his arms.

Hyunjin: Our sweet boy, pulls you away from whatever causes you distress. Even if it's just your own head, he will change the scenery to get your mind to clear up. Peppers you with kisses to take your mind off things, making you laugh with his overbearing love. He gives you the sweetest affirmation and keeps you by his side the whole time.

Jisung: The first half of the joins you duo. He tries to hold back his own tears and makes some bad jokes, to make you laugh with tears in his own eyes. He throws a spontaneous sleepover party at his place, getting snacks for you, ordering takeout, and watching movies with you the whole night. Until you forgot why you were crying in the first place.

Felix: Second half of the joins you duo. He will just openly cry along. Which makes you worried, and then he feels bad about worrying you and makes him cry harder and then you cry because he cries. And maybe both of you just need a deep breath. After you both calm down he stays with you and holds you in your sleep. Bakes you brownies the next day.

Seungmin: The most objective on the outside. Will ask you if you want advice or support. Gives you whatever you need. Talks out the situation calmly, while you lay your head on his chest. But on the inside, he is very stressed and feels like crying too. Seeing you hurt is the most painful thing to him. But he keeps up his tough boy facade to comfort you.

Jeongin: Doesn't know what to do so he just hugs you. Holding you tightly, hiding your face in his neck. Saying sweet nothings, whispering whatever sweet words come to his mind. When he lets you go he gives you his hoodie to put on and wraps you in a blanket so you feel like he is still hugging you while he orders takeout and gets you ice cream. 

[inkandtension]

Warmth In New Beginnings

Part 2 of : Tie That Binds.

Minho’s voice echoed through the house, the warmth of it filling the empty space as he carefully arranged the last of his cats’ belongings into their designated corner. He hadn’t brought them over earlier, unsure of how you’d feel about them. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, but cats could be... a lot to handle. Once you reassured him that they’d be welcome, he drove to his parents’ house to collect them. Now, his three furballs—Soongie, Dori, and Doongie—were free to roam, their little paws padding across the hardwood floors as they inspected every nook and cranny with wide, curious eyes.

Minho couldn’t help but smile at the sight, though there was an unmistakable tension in the way he chewed on the inside of his cheek. He was nervous, and it showed. He wasn’t entirely sure how this would go, everything felt like it was about to change.

"Alright, you three," Minho muttered, crouching down to their level, his voice low but firm. "Listen up. She’s gonna be late, and I need you to behave. No chasing her around, no jumping on her, and definitely no stealing food off her plate. You’re not puppies, you know."

Dori gave a soft meow that seemed to say, Who, us? before stretching lazily and flopping onto the floor in a dramatic display of indifference. Soongie, the smallest of the three, rolled over onto his back with a flair, paws spread wide, as though signaling, Do I look like I’m going to cause trouble? Meanwhile, Doongie, the quiet one, simply blinked up at Minho with those big, round eyes, taking in the situation with little more than a hint of curiosity.

Minho sighed, running a hand through his hair as he shook his head. "I mean it," he said, a little firmer this time, though the softness in his eyes remained. He leaned down, his fingers briefly brushing against Soongie’s belly, then Dori’s ears, before giving Doongie a scratch under his chin. "No clawing the furniture, no hissing at her, and Doongie..." he paused, his eyes narrowing slightly. "No stealing food from her plate. That’s non-negotiable. Got it?"

Soongie yawned, stretching in response, and Dori let out another uninterested meow, but they both seemed to understand. Doongie didn’t offer a response, but Minho was fairly certain he’d gotten the message.

Standing up, Minho paced back and forth, glancing over at the cats. Despite the firmness in his voice, there was a gentle, almost pleading expression on his face. "You’ll like her," he muttered more to himself than anyone else, though the cats were still listening. "You have to." He looked at each one in turn, as if silently asking for their approval. They gave him nothing but indifferent stares in return.

Minho smiled again, shaking his head as he stood in the middle of the room, lost in thought. This wasn’t just about getting the cats to behave—it was about making sure everything, and everyone, would fit together. He had no doubt that the cats would come around in time, just like he had. But he couldn’t help but worry if you’d like them as much as he did.

"So, um, they're friendly. Mostly." Minho’s words were gentle.

your eyes immediately lit up at the sight of the cats, your face breaking into a smile that reached all the way to your eyes. Without missing a beat, you knelt down, her hands resting gently on your thighs as you lowered herself to their level. "They’re adorable!" you exclaimed, your voice soft but full of affection as you watched the three of them scampering around.

Minho smiled, his heart easing a little at her reaction. He bent down, scooping Dori into his arms with practiced ease. "This one’s the troublemaker," he said, holding the squirming ball of fur up slightly, a teasing glint in his eyes. Dori wriggled, as if offended by the accusation, her little paws batting at the air in protest.

"And this one," he continued, motioning toward Soongie, who was sitting primly on the edge of the couch, tail flicking back and forth with exaggerated elegance. "She’s the drama queen. But she’s harmless. Probably."

you chuckled and reached out to pet Soongie, but the cat only regarded you with what could only be described as regal disdain. With a flick of her tail, Soongie stood and sauntered off, as if to say, I don’t have time for you.

Minho laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Don’t take it personally. She’s like that with everyone... except me." He shrugged, his expression apologetic but amused. "She has her moments."

you raised an eyebrow, your lips curling into a playful grin. "Clearly, you're the favorite," you teased, your gaze flicking to the third cat who had been sitting quietly by her side, watching the interaction unfold.

Minho's smile softened as he knelt beside her, looking at Doongie. "And this one?" you asked, your voice full of curiosity.

"Doongie," Minho said, his tone warm and affectionate. "He’s a sweetheart, but he might try to steal your food. Don’t let that innocent face fool you." He watched as Doongie leaned into her touch, purring loudly, the sound vibrating through the air like a soft, rumbling motor. The cat looked completely content, closing his eyes as she stroked his soft fur.

you smiled down at him, a small laugh escaping you as you scratched under his chin. “You’re so cute,” you cooed, your voice full of adoration. Doongie’s purring grew louder, his eyes half-closing in contentment.

Minho’s chest warmed at the sight, watching the way you interacted with his cats so easily, as if they had already formed a bond. It made him feel something he wasn’t sure he was ready to admit. But he quickly masked the warmth with a cough, clearing his throat to cover his rising emotions.

"Just—don’t let them intimidate you, okay?" he said, attempting to sound casual, though his voice had a slight edge of seriousness. "Cats can sense fear." He gave you a pointed look, as if warning you not to back down.

you smirked up at him, clearly unfazed. "I think I’ll be fine," you replied confidently, your eyes twinkling with amusement as you continued to pet Doongie, who seemed to have claimed you as his new best friend.

Minho couldn’t help but chuckle, feeling a strange sense of pride in the way his cats were already warming to you.  …

The room was bathed in a soft, warm glow from the bedside lamp. Minho sat against the headboard, a book propped open in his lap as he skimmed the pages. He had a class to teach the next day, and reviewing the material felt like the responsible thing to do—though his attention kept drifting to the steady rise and fall of your breathing beside him.

His lips curved into a faint smile as he glanced down at you. you were fast asleep, your arm loosely draped over your waist. Dori was curled up at the foot of the bed, and Doongie snoozed peacefully by your pillow. Soongie, always the queen, had claimed a spot on Minho’s leg.

He turned back to the book, trying to focus, but a soft mumble from her broke the quiet.

“No... I didn’t... no, it’s not me...” your voice was faint, shaky, but the fear in it was unmistakable.

Minho froze, his gaze snapping to your face. you shifted uncomfortably, your brows furrowing as you mumbled again, your voice growing more distressed.

“No... please, I didn’t...”

A pang of worry shot through him. He set the book aside, carefully moving Soongie to the bed as he leaned closer to you. Gently, he placed a hand on your shoulder and gave you a soft shake.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing.

you jolted awake with a sharp gasp, your eyes wide and glassy as you struggled to catch your breath. your hands clutched at the sheets, and for a moment, you looked around the room as if unsure of where you were.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Minho said softly, his hand still resting on your shoulder. “You’re safe. It was just a nightmare.”

Her eyes found his, and the fear began to melt into recognition. “Minho...” you whispered, your voice trembling.

“Yeah, it’s me,” he said, offering you a small, reassuring smile. “You’re alright. Whatever it was, it’s not real.”

you swallowed hard, sitting up slightly as you tried to steady your breathing. “I... I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You didn’t,” he assured you, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “But you sounded scared. Do you want to talk about it?”

you shook your head quickly, your lips pressing into a thin line. “It’s nothing. Just... old memories.”

Minho studied you for a moment, his expression softening.

Minho watched you carefully as you tried to settle back into the pillows. you gave him a small, reassuring smile, but he could tell your mind was still restless. A few moments later, you quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb him or the cats, and padded over to the desk in the corner of the room.

Minho sat up slightly, resting against the headboard, his gaze following you as you pulled out a thick medical textbook and began flipping through its pages. The bedside lamp cast a warm glow over you, but the shadows under your eyes were hard to miss.

“You’re not going back to sleep?” he asked softly, not wanting to startle her.

you glanced up, you lips curving into a faint smile. “I’ll try in a bit. I just... need to keep my mind occupied.”

Minho frowned, closing his book and setting it aside. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and crossed the room, pulling out the chair beside you. “Occupied with books?” he asked, his tone gentle but concerned.

“It helps,” you murmured, not looking at him as your fingers traced the diagrams on the page.

He rested his chin on his hand, watching you for a moment before speaking. “You don’t have to talk about it if you’re not ready, but... what happened? You were mumbling in your sleep, something about it not being your fault.”

your hands stilled, the pages of the book frozen mid-turn. you didn’t respond at first, your eyes fixed on the text in front of you as if searching for an answer.

Minho leaned in closer, his voice soft but insistent. “Hey. You can tell me. Whatever it is, I’m here.”

you hesitated, your throat bobbing as you swallowed hard. “It’s not a big deal,” you said quietly, though your voice lacked conviction. “It was a long time ago.”

“It’s a big enough deal to give you nightmares,” he pointed out gently. “Please, tell me.”

“When I was newly qualified as a doctor,” you said slowly, “I had a patient...”

“It was a six-year-old boy,” you began, your hands trembling slightly. “He came in with severe abdominal pain. After running some tests, we found that he had a perforated appendix. It’s a common surgery—appendectomy—and I’d assisted in it many times before during my residency. This time, though, I was the lead.”

Minho nodded, his expression serious, silently encouraging you to continue.

“The surgery started out normal. His vitals were stable, and we’d begun the laparoscopic procedure to remove the appendix. But while we were working, there was unexpected bleeding. At first, we thought it was just a vessel we hadn’t noticed on the scan. It happens sometimes, especially in emergency cases. But then, it didn’t stop.”

Her voice grew quieter, tinged with a mix of guilt and sadness.

“We realized his blood wasn’t clotting properly. He had a rare condition called disseminated intravascular coagulation. It’s incredibly dangerous, and in some cases, it doesn’t show up until a person is under severe stress, like during surgery.”

Minho frowned, his brows knitting together, not understanding the terms, but having a vague idea.

“They do tests before the surgery..” you said. “But he had no history, no warning signs. It’s not something anyone could have predicted. By the time we realized what was happening, it was too late. His body was essentially attacking itself. The bleeding became uncontrollable, and no matter how hard we tried, we couldn’t save him.”

you paused, your hands gripping the edge of the desk as you stared down at the floor. “I was still so new, Minho. I froze for a moment when I saw how bad it was. My attending took over, but even they couldn’t stop it. When we called it, I just... I couldn’t believe it. One minute, he was there on the table, and the next... he was gone.”

Minho reached out, his hand covering yours. you didn’t look up, but he could see the tears glistening in your eyes.

“The worst part,” you continued, your voice cracking slightly, “was facing his parents. His mother collapsed in the waiting room when we told her. His father just stood there, staring at me like I’d personally taken his son away. They asked me what I did wrong, why I didn’t save him. And I didn’t have an answer. For months, I didn’t know if I’d done something wrong. The hospital investigated everything—every decision I made, every movement in the surgery—and eventually, they cleared me. But by then, it didn’t matter. That boy was still dead.”

Minho’s leaned closer, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You did everything you could. You know that, right?”

“I know,” you said softly, your voice barely audible. “But knowing doesn’t make it any easier. I think about him every time I step into an operating room. I think about his parents, about how much they must have hated me.”

“They were grieving,” Minho said gently. “Grief makes people say and feel things they don’t mean. But that doesn’t mean you’re to blame. You’re an incredible doctor, and I’m sure you’ve saved countless lives since then. That boy’s death doesn’t define you.”

you finally looked up at him, your eyes filled with a mix of pain and gratitude. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“You’re not alone in this,” he murmured. “Whenever it feels too heavy, just tell me. I’ll help you carry it.”

For the first time in years, the weight of that memory felt just a little bit lighter.

The next morning, Minho woke up earlier than usual, determined to start the day off right, especially after what happened last night. He crept into the kitchen, carefully preparing breakfast, whispering instructions to himself like a drill sergeant. For once, the food didn’t burn—he actually succeeded in making a meal that looked edible.

When you came downstairs, dressed and ready for work, your eyes immediately fell on the table. “Oh,” you said, tilting your head in mock surprise. “It doesn’t look like coal for once. Am I in the right house?”

Minho glared at you, though the corners of his lips twitched. “You’re welcome, your highness. Sit down before it gets cold.”

you chuckled, sitting across from him and taking a bite. “Hmm... not bad. Maybe I won’t need to keep a fire extinguisher in the kitchen anymore.”

“Keep pushing, and next time you’re cooking,” he shot back, smirking.

As you gathered your things, the atmosphere between them you both shifted. your eyes met, and something unspoken passed between them—something that lingered just a moment too long.

When you finally broke eye contact, the world rushed back into focus. He was trying to play it cool, but there was no hiding the way his heart was racing, the way he couldn’t seem to stop the warm, giddy feeling spreading through his chest.

“Well,” he said, his voice a little rougher than usual, but he tried to keep it casual.

“I’ll drop you off.”

you raised an eyebrow, your lips curling into a playful smile. “You don’t have to,” you teased, though there was a hint of softness in your tone, as if you didn’t mind the offer at all.

Minho shrugged, his eyes glinting with something mischievous. “I insist,” he said, his smile widening as he turned toward the door.

...

you smiled at him, a small, genuine smile that made Minho’s heart flutter. Without a word, you waved, your hand lifting in a casual farewell that felt somehow more meaningful than usual. He waved back, watching you for a beat longer than he should’ve, as though trying to lock the moment in his mind. you disappeared through the hospital doors, your figure growing smaller with each step, until you were gone from view.

Minho sat in the car for a moment, staring ahead, his fingers gripping the steering wheel. He exhaled deeply, the weight on his chest feeling lighter than it had in days. There was something about the way you'd look at him, the way you’d wave goodbye, that lingered with him, making his thoughts buzz in a way they hadn’t before. you’d shared a lot of moments together since you first met, but this felt different.

Shaking his head, he gave himself a little mental nudge. Focus, Minho. He had things to do, places to be. College was calling, and he couldn’t afford to let his mind wander too much, even though the thought of you lingered like a soft echo in his mind.

As he drove off toward campus, the familiar sights of the city passed by in a blur. But today, everything seemed a little brighter, a little more vibrant, as if the world itself was shifting, responding to the quiet change that had settled in his heart. He found himself smiling more than usual, his thoughts drifting back to you.

In his classroom, Minho moved down the row of desks, handing back graded sheets with his usual no-nonsense side. His eyes scanned each paper as he flicked them onto the desks in front of his students, never missing a beat.

“Felix,” Minho called, tossing his paper down with a casual flick of his wrist, not even bothering to glance in Felix’s direction.

Felix looked up, distracted for a moment before his eyes landed on the paper in front of him. His brow furrowed slightly as he read through the answers, a small frown forming when he noticed one particular question. Hmm, that definitely should’ve gotten more marks, he thought. But before he could dwell on it, he shrugged it off with a sigh, not one to make a fuss over things.

He glanced at the grade at the top of the paper, then back at Minho, his expression as nonchalant as ever. "Well, could’ve been worse," he mumbled under his breath, more to himself than anyone else, understanding that his gossiping might have something to do with his grades.

Later, at lunch, Minho sat at a table with Chan, quietly eating as they both tried to block out the whispers and stares from nearby students. Minho was used to the attention by now, but Chan was more aware of it, noticing the students sneaking glances at their table.

“You know they’re gossiping about us, right?” Chan said, leaning in with a playful smirk.

Minho glanced up from his food, his expression neutral. “Let them,” he replied with a shrug, returning to his meal. He didn’t mind the attention, but it was clear that Chan enjoyed teasing him about it.

Chan’s grin widened mischievously. “You should text your wife. It’s lunch, and I bet she’s busy. Ask her what she’s doing.”

Minho hesitated for a moment, then sighed. “Fine, but if she’s too busy to reply, it’s on you.”

He pulled out his phone, typing out a simple message:

What’re you up to?

The reply came almost instantly, a single word that seemed to sum up her life: Working.

Minho frowned slightly and typed back quickly: When’s your lunch break?

Her response came just as fast: In 15 minutes.

Chan, still chewing his food, nudged Minho’s arm, his grin practically stretching across his face. “Ask her for a picture. Show some husbandly interest.”

Minho rolled his eyes but, to Chan’s delight, typed away anyway: Send me a pic.

There was a brief pause before his phone buzzed again. Minho opened the message with a casual swipe, but the moment he saw the image, his face went pale.

It was a close-up of a dissected frog, its insides neatly displayed, and the caption read: Teaching the interns frog anatomy. Thought you’d appreciate this masterpiece.

Minho’s jaw dropped as he slowly placed his phone facedown on the table, his eyes squeezed shut in disbelief. He let out a long, exasperated exhale, trying to process the image his wife had just sent.

Chan, noticing Minho’s dramatic reaction, raised an eyebrow. “What? Did she send you a private pic or something?” he teased, clearly trying to get a rise out of him.

Minho just gestured to the phone without speaking. “You look at it,” he muttered, clearly too traumatized to explain further.

Curious, Chan picked up the phone, unlocked it, and immediately gagged. “What the—?!” He shoved the phone back down, covering his mouth.

“I told you,” Minho muttered, shaking his head. Chan took a sip of water to steady himself.

“I lost my appetite. Completely. Who sends pictures of dissected frogs? During lunch?”

“My wife, apparently,” Minho deadpanned. “And you’re the one who told me to ask her for a picture.”

Chan shook his head in disbelief. “I thought she’d send, I don’t know, a selfie or something. Not... that.”

Minho leaned back in his chair, looking exasperated. “Next time, I’m sending her a picture of whatever Felix’s dorm room looks like after a party. Let’s see how she likes it.”

The two of them shared a laugh, though Chan kept stealing wary glances at Minho’s phone as if it might attack him.

Lunch was effectively ruined, but Minho couldn’t help but smile—his wife always knew how to keep things interesting, even if it meant traumatizing him mid-meal.

…

“You look tense,” Minho teased as he stole a glance at you while focusing on the road. His voice was light, but there was a knowing edge to it, like he could sense your nerves radiating off you in waves.

you let out a soft sigh, smoothing the front of your dress for what felt like the fifth time. "It's a family dinner, Minho. What if they don’t like me?" The words tumbled out, your worries spilling over in the quiet of the car. your fingers tightened around your clutch, a mix of excitement and apprehension making your heart race.

"They love you. They’re the ones who chose you for our marriage. What do you mean?" he said, his voice a steady anchor against your swirling thoughts. His smile was easy, warm, and full of confidence in you, even when you were't sure of yourself.

you returned a hesitant smile, appreciating his faith in you, though the knot in your stomach refused to loosen.

The moment you crossed the threshold, Minho’s family enveloped you in warmth. His mother was the first to greet you, pulling you into a gentle hug that was both welcoming and familiar. "You look lovely," she said, her voice as soft as the embrace, her eyes crinkling at the corners with warmth.

His father followed, his handshake firm but not too stiff, his eyes kind and full of genuine curiosity. “It’s so nice to meet you again,” he said with a friendly smile, his tone full of warmth, making you feel just a little bit less like an outsider.

Dinner was a whirlwind of conversation and laughter. Minho’s mom, ever the gracious host, made sure there was more than enough food for everyone. She piled a generous helping of food onto the reader’s plate, saying, "You’re too skinny! Eat more, dear." Her tone was motherly, yet playful, as she piled on another spoonful of mashed potatoes.

Minho groaned, playfully rolling his eyes. "Mom, she’s fine. She doesn’t need more food." His voice held that familiar mix of exasperation and affection as he shot his mom a knowing look, the kind he gave whenever she insisted on feeding everyone into oblivion.

“No, no, it’s okay,” you laughed nervously, trying to keep your composure. you took a bite, the food warm and flavorful, and hummed in delight as you savored the taste. “This is delicious,” you said, genuinely impressed by the spread laid out before you. The taste was comforting, the kind of meal that made you feel like you were part of something larger than yourself.

Minho’s mom beamed, clearly pleased. "See? She’s polite and has good taste," she declared, winking at you as she gave you a knowing look.

The evening carried on like that—lighthearted, full of laughter, and the kind of familial warmth that made the reader feel more at home with every passing minute. Though your nerves had threatened to take over when you first arrived, you now found yourself swept up in the comfort of Minho’s family, feeling more and more like you belonged there.

Your father had always been a man of sharp words and higher expectations. Your mother? she did whatever he did. He had a keen eye for details that most people would overlook, but instead of using that precision to uplift, he wielded it like a blade.

“Straighten your back,” he would say during dinner, the command cutting through the conversation. “You’ll ruin your spine like that.”

He was relentless when it came to the small things, things you had once thought insignificant but now loomed over you like shadows in adulthood. Your handwriting was never neat enough for him, no matter how much you practiced. He’d scrutinize your notes, frowning at every curve and smudge.

“You’re a doctor now,” he’d reminded you on one occasion, his tone flat, biting. “Who’s going to take you seriously if your writing looks like that?”

And then there was your stutter—a nervous, occasional slip that emerged when you were under stress or caught off guard. It wasn’t frequent, but when it happened, his reaction was immediate.

“Why do you do that?” he’d ask, his voice laced with irritation, as though your stutter was an inconvenience for him. “Speak properly, for goodness’ sake.”

His critiques weren’t just limited to the external. Over time, he had a way of zeroing in on your insecurities, your doubts, and amplifying them ("is that how you wear a shoe?", "Your hair isn't done properly!", "You don't hold a spoon like that!!"..etc.). If you expressed worry or uncertainty, he’d dismiss your feelings with a wave of his hand.

“You’re always so negative,” he’d mutter. “It’s no wonder you’re stressed all the time. Try looking at the bright side for once.”

You didn't get it.

He was the negative one.

Even the rare moments of kindness felt hollow, as if they were simply his way of maintaining some semblance of control. You had learned to steel yourself against his words, to build a wall so high and thick that even his barbed comments couldn’t penetrate. But the scars remained, etched deep into your confidence and self-worth.

Minho’s family had been a revelation for you, a window into what warmth and acceptance could look like. They didn’t nitpick or analyze your every move. When you stuttered while answering a question about your work, they smiled and waited for you to find your words, instead of rushing to correct you.

And when you mentioned your handwriting and stuttering in passing—how your father had always been so critical of it—Minho’s mother had laughed gently.

“Handwriting doesn’t make the doctor,” she said, reaching out to squeeze your hand reassuringly. “Your kindness and skill do, I still don't understand, its like calligraphy?, and, stuttering sometimes, only means that your mouth can't keep up with your brilliant thoughts.”

For the first time, you felt what it meant to be truly seen and accepted, flaws and all. It was overwhelming in the best way, and as you and Minho left that night, he noticed the soft smile lingering on your face.

“What’s that smile for?” he asked, nudging you as you both walked to the car.

“Your family,” you said simply. “They’re... different. In a good way.”

Minho hummed thoughtfully. “They like you, you know. A lot.”

You nodded, the smile growing as you leaned into him slightly. “I like them too.”

And for the first time in a long while, you felt that you could breathe.

...

Minho slumped into the chair across from Chan at their usual café spot, his coffee cup in one hand and a dramatic sigh already escaping his lips. Chan glanced up from his laptop, smirking.

“Okay, what’s with the sigh? You sound like you just came after checking the students' dorms? Who's was the worst, Felix again?.”

Minho slouched half-heartedly. “It’s not that.”

Chan raised a brow. “Uh-huh. So what is it?”

“It’s her,” Minho muttered, stirring his drink like it personally offended him.

“‘Her,’ as in your wife? The one you’ve been married to for nine months?”

“Don’t say it like that,” Minho grumbled, his ears turning pink.

Chan laughed. “Say it like what? Like you have a wife? but you do?"

Minho leaned forward, dropping his voice like he was about to confess a crime. “Every time I look at her, I feel... weird.”

Chan blinked. “Weird how?”

Minho hesitated, then blurted out, “Like I’m a victorian man in the 1800s looking at a woman’s ankle for the first time”

There was a beat of silence before Chan snorted so hard he nearly choked on his coffee. “Oh my God, Minho. You’re gone.”

Minho groaned, covering his face with one hand. “I knew you’d make it weird.”

“Weird? You’re the one out here having a crisis!” Chan was practically crying from laughter now, earning a few stares from nearby tables.

“It’s not just that!” Minho said defensively. “She does these little things—like tucking her hair behind her ear, or pouring coffee, or laughing at my dumb jokes—and suddenly, I’m standing there feeling like I just got hit by a bus.”

Chan leaned forward, grinning like a kid who just found out Santa was real. “Let me get this straight: the wife you married out of obligation is now turning you into a love-struck gentleman? What’s next? Are you gonna faint if she takes off her gloves?”

Minho groaned again, dropping his head onto the table. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” Chan said, still grinning. “You love her. Admit it.”

"No."

"Dude.... You both have been married for 9 months!! the universe gave this" He guestures randomly in the air "to you in a silver platter, make use of it"

Minho sat up, his expression torn between annoyance and mild panic. “It’s just... she makes me feel things, okay?”

“Like what? Romantic? Sappy? Like writing poetry under candlelight?”

“Shut up,” Minho muttered, but the corner of his mouth twitched. “I just... I don’t even know when it started. She’s so thoughtful, and she laughs at my jokes—even the dumb ones. And she makes this face when she’s concentrating, like she’s trying to solve world hunger”

Chan slapped the table, laughing even harder. “You’ve got it bad, man. She’s just living her life, and you’re one shoelace-tying moment away from serenading her under her window.”

Minho threw a sugar packet at him, missing by a mile. “You’re the worst.”

“Maybe,” Chan said, wiping tears from his eyes. “But you should tell her. I bet she’d love to know she’s got you swooning over hair tucks and concentrating.”

Minho scoffed but didn’t entirely disagree.

Minho froze mid-sip, the steaming mug of coffee lingering just below his lips as his eyes zeroed in on a suspicious figure seated at a nearby table. The person was hunched over, a grey hoodie pulled up like a poorly executed disguise, their face partially obscured by a flower vase that wasn’t doing a great job of hiding anything.

Minho’s brow furrowed as he studied the scene, his mind immediately leaping to a series of increasingly dramatic conclusions.

Was this a stalker? A desperate new student hoping to bribe him for grades? His gaze sharpened, cutting through the absurdity of his thoughts as something familiar tugged at the edges of his memory.

He knew that hoodie.

And that attempt at hiding was about as subtle as a cat knocking over a glass.

“Is that... Felix?” he muttered, his voice dripping with disbelief.

Chan, still chuckling from their earlier conversation, glanced over his shoulder. When he spotted Felix, his laughter doubled. “Oh my God, it is. What’s he doing here? Trying to spy on you through a flower vase?”

Minho sighed, setting his cup down. “What is this, a sitcom?”

Felix, realizing he’d been caught, immediately ducked lower, nearly knocking over the vase in the process. He peeked again, his wide eyes meeting Minho’s glare.

Minho raised an unimpressed brow, mouthing, What are you doing here?

Felix, in true Felix fashion, panicked and pretended to be deeply interested in the menu, holding it up like a shield.

Chan snorted. “You’re his teacher, right? Does he not realize you can still see him?”

“I’m starting to think this kid lacks survival instincts,” Minho grumbled. “Stay here. I’m going to handle this.”

Minho got up, his strides purposeful as he approached Felix’s table. Felix froze like a deer in headlights, his hands gripping the edges of the menu so tightly it looked like he might tear it in half.

“Felix,” Minho said, looming over him with the authority of a disappointed parent. “Care to explain why you’re hiding behind a flower vase like a character from a bad spy movie?”

Felix lowered the menu slowly, his sheepish smile doing little to mask his guilt. “I'm not!”

Minho pinched the bridge of his nose. “Felix, do you even go here?”

Felix hesitated, clearly debating whether honesty was the best policy. “Yeah?”

“You’re unbelievable,” Minho muttered, but there was a hint of amusement in his tone. “Come on. Get up before they kick you out for loitering.”

Felix brightened immediately, as if Minho hadn’t just caught him red-handed. “Does this mean I can sit with you guys?”

“No-” Minho replied, but Felix was already trailing behind him like an eager puppy.

When they got back to the table, Chan greeted Felix with mock applause.

“The man, the myth, the flower vase spy.”

Felix scratched the back of his head.

Minho settled back into his seat, fixing Felix with an amused yet skeptical look. “So, Felix,” he started, his voice dripping with mock curiosity, “what exactly are you doing here?”

Felix straightened in his chair, his expression as innocent as a golden retriever caught chewing on the couch. “Oh, you know, I was just... here.”

Minho raised a brow, unconvinced. “A coincidence, huh? You just happened to be at the same cafe, on the same evening, hiding behind a flower vase?”

Felix nodded enthusiastically. “It’s a small world.” He said as if Minho and Chan were his childhood friends, looking up wistfully.

Minho tilted his head, clearly not buying it. “Do you come here often, then?”

“Oh, yeah!” Felix said quickly, his tone far too cheerful. “I love the chicken here. It’s amazing.”

Minho’s smirk widened as he leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. “Funny. I come here every evening, and I’ve never seen you.”

Felix hesitated, clearly scrambling for a believable response. “That’s because I usually come... at night?”

“At night?” Minho repeated, his skepticism growing. “Interesting. Pretty convenient timing, don’t you think?”

Felix shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah, well, you know... the chicken’s better at night.”

Chan snorted, practically choking on his drink. Minho’s smirk turned into a full grin as he leaned back, crossing his arms. “Felix, this is a vegan cafe.”

The color drained from Felix’s face. “What?”

“Yeah,” Minho continued, his tone delightfully smug. “I’m curious to know how you’ve been eating chicken here every night. You’ve been sitting there for how long, and you haven’t ordered a thing?”

Felix’s mouth opened and closed like a goldfish before he finally blurted, “I was... going to order something!”

Minho gestured to the empty table in front of Felix. “Really?"

“I was... deciding,” Felix mumbled, clearly defeated.

Minho sighed, shaking his head. “Felix, you’re a terrible liar.”

Felix gave a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his neck. “Okay, fine, maybe I just... wanted to see what you guys were up to.”

Chan clapped his hands together, looking delighted. “Ah, so the truth comes out. Our little Felix strikes again.”

Felix pouted. “I wasn’t spying! I was just... curious.”

Minho rolled his eyes, but there was no real annoyance in his expression. “Curious or not, next time, order something before they kick you out. And maybe skip the flower vase. You’re not exactly James Bond.”

Felix laughed, scratching his head. “Noted.”

Minho sighed again, shaking his head.

“Unbelievable.”

Then Chan asked, "So, about your wife?" With a smirk.

Minho choked.

Felix's ears perked up, his inner babygirl screamed. Gossip!

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[chaotic-world-of-the-j]

𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝕴 𝖇𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖋𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊?

𝚙a𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 : (main) Lee Minho x ♀reader

Ｐｒｏｆｉｌｅｓ: ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴀꜱʏʟᴜᴍ ʀᴜɴᴀᴡᴀʏꜱ #1

𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗

Music major. Has a crush on Seungmin, but denies it. Adviser and Dad for both friend groups. His ex is Ryujin. Who knew about his crush and broke up with him on good terms, advising him to confess.

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𝙻𝙴𝙴 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙷𝙾

Dance major. Has 3 cats, Soongi, doongi and dori. Has a big fat crush on Yuna. Has a huge Secret that he blurts out to his enemy while drunk.

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𝚂𝚎𝚘 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚋𝚒𝚗

Music Major. Loves working out. Current friends with benefits with Ryujin. Romantic idiot. Is in love with her, but Thinks it's just infatuation.

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𝙷𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝙷𝚢𝚞𝚗𝚓𝚒𝚗

Art major. Hopeless romantic. Best friend of Felix. Has a crush on Yn. Loves to buy expensive things even though he's broke.

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M☆sterlist | next | previous

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜 : Lee Minho, campus fuckboy develops an interest in the most popular girl's best friend on campus. Things get out of hand when another secret gets out. He finds out that the girl he hates with his utmost Will knows about his secret, and is desperate to do anything to stop her from revealing it.

Or alternatively

When the secret of one of the most popular students of JYP U gets out in the wrong hands, she is Willing to do anything to stop it from tarnishing her reputation.

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[analogboii]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE HONORARY CAT LEE KNOOOOWWW

best bat dad frfr soongi doongi dori are so lucky 🙏 (and bbama)

[hopelessskznatic]

Skz members as boy/girl dad

Chan: Both

Lee Know: Soongie, Doongie, and Dori are enough

Changbin: Girl dad

Hyunjin: Girl dad

Han: Boy dad

Felix: Girl dad

Seungmin: Both

I.N: Boy dad

What do you think? Let me know in the comments!

[hyunsvngs]

Ik this is weird but how skz would react/help with your period I’m on mine and I need comfort so here 😞

mine is due in a week and i'm pmsing like CRAZZYYY so i know what u mean. not weird at all periods are natural <3333

channie - god he'd be so sweet. spoiling you, sm sm choccies to make you feel better <3 kisses everywhere, just one big hand rubbing on your tummy. chan has a younger sister sooo he knows what it's like :(( cutie era fr. if he had to work he'd take you to the studio, making u sit on his lap while he carried on kissing ur cheek inbetween work and rubbing over ur tummy !!

minho - i'm imagining minho's normally indifferent persona SHATTERING when you're in pain. he doesn't understand your pain, how could he!! he's never had one lmfao. he tucks you up in bed with a hot water bottle tho, getting soongie, doongi and dori to come and cuddle u til u feel better <3 god and imagine them all loafing on ur hot water bottle LMFAO that's so cute

changbin - another baby who has a sister and knows the pain!!! i imagine binnie would be SO dramatic lmfao you're not lifting a FINGER for the whole time. he's bringing you breakfast in bed, wrapping u in a lil blanket burrito. he'd love if you let him run out to grab you chocolates, sweets and pads/tampons too, making sure you're fully pampered omg :(

hyunjin - dramatic. SO dramatic. you're getting everything. sheet masks together, painkillers whenever you need. probs takes a whole day off schedules so he can watch films with you!! just looking after u always, has an entire drawer full of period stuff for u too, hot water bottles, extra blankets, painkillers, pads&tampons!! just an allover cutie

jisung - im ngl he probs thinks ur dying. he's heard about periods and he's distraught. they HURT?? U BLEED? nah. he's terrified. treats you like you're dying, one cramp and he's asking if he needs to phone the hospital. ur like no jisung it's not that deep. he's still shitting himself tho. shows u cute baby seal documentaries on his phone and tries to distract you from the pain when u let him know its REALLY not that serious.

felix - he's probably the most knowledgable <3 if you want to be left alone to lay in bed, he's doing it. if you want cuddles, he's doing it. he knows periods can give you mood swings so he's completely ready for anything you throw at him!! and if he bakes you extra brownies to make you feel better, who's to know!! not so much of a pamperer as much of an understander, just knows what you need and is ready to be there<3

seungmin - OK sue me but.. he's giving period sex. like oh u know what'd help with cramps? spread ur legs. IDK SEUNGMINS JUST RLLLY GIVING THIS VIBE. other than that though, definitely kisses ur tummy and sues u if u tell the others that he was affectionate to u on main.

jeongin - oh god poor baby he'd probably be terrified too. but i think he'd be so so smug when you went to him for cuddles, complaining your tummy hurts. he'd be all "aww, my baby needs me!" like yeah, innie, stfu!! he'd be so smug that you want him when you're feeling so poopy and low and he'd love to comfort u but would still be doing that stupid fucking smile.

[cutecherrygirl]

Minho imagine

Cat snuggles + Minho cuddles

Warnings: fluff, Minhos cats, cuddles, slightly suggestive

Srmary: Minho and you have been dating for long time but he never got a chance to Introduce you to his beloved cats and so today ist that day.

There was a small problem. Well maybe not so small. Well, Minho had invited you over to meet his cats for the first time. You two had been dating for a year now and he thought it was about time . The cats were at his parents house, and sense they had already met you, they were out of town for a week. Now the problem was that they absolutely loved you.

Ever since you walked in and Minho introduced you to Soongi, Dori and Doongi they have been all over you. Now technically that was a good thing, but he also invited you over so you two can spend some time together. You were going to order Pizza and have some Ice cream afterwards, but as he glanced over to the living room he saw the girl he adored more than anything...playing with his cats.

As much as he loved being in Stray kids, it meant that you two couldn't be with each other as much as you wanted to. He also couldn't be with you out in public. He has snuck you into his dorm before and all the guys know you, but who could really blame him for wanting you all to himself.

Now the only thing standing, well technically lying, in his way were hia fur babies.

As he stood, with his elbows resting on the kitchen counter, he looked over at the couch. You had dozed off, with Soongi on your lap, Doongi on your chest, and Dori in between them ( I WANT). He felt a strange feeling of jealousy...for his cats.

You haven't kissed, hugged or cuddles him since you walked through the door. To be completely honest, he was tired of it. So he started plotting a way to get his girlfriend away from his cats. After few minutes of deliberating of what he should do, he finally got an idea.

He stalked his way over to you, his socks sliding over the floor. Once he gpt to the couch he gently sat down and pulled the cats off you. It took some effort and he may or may not have been left with few scratches on his hand. Once at your side he took a deep breath. "This is the only way.." he whispered with a sly smirk on his face.

He pressed his lips on yours gently and looked at you lovingly. When he realized that won't wake you up he decided to let his Cat side slide in and gently licked your cheek.

It was warm...and slightly wet!? You weren't sure what it was, and as you slowly opened your eyes you saw the culprit. Minho was sitting next to you, stating into your now open eyes. " Hello my Cheshire cat" you smirked at him.

"Hey kitten ~" A blush krept up on ur cheeks at the nickname. He moved forward nuzzled his face into your neck "I want some love too" he whined. A smile moved to your lips.

"Aww baby, are you jealous?" He sat up and looked at you longingly. His eyes piercing your soul.

"Maybe..." You laughed and opened your arms for hug, cause lets ne honest, theres nothing better than a Minho hug. Well, almost anything.

Instead of hugging you, he brought his hand to your cheek, "Y/N..I love you" you looked at him lovingly, your eyes traveling to his lips. He was looking at you too.

"Can I kiss you? " Youn smiled, no matter how many times you kissed, he always asked if you were okay with it. He wasn't nervous, he just didnt wanted to make you uncomfortable. You nodded.

He titled your head up slightly and brought his lips over to yours, his hands traveled to your waist pulling you even closer and your hand shifted to his neck. He ran his tongue slowly along your bottom lip asking, and you granted his request happily. His to tongue slipped into your mouth, the feeling of his tongue on yours never chased to amaze you.

You played with his hair at the base of his neck, and gave it a light tug. A deep growl came from Minhos throat, then you felt him smirk against your lips. Gently, he bit your bottom lip causing you to moan in return.

Eventually, you both needed to breath and you pulled away, "I love you too Minho~" you looked up at him smiling, "now come here." You opened your arms and Minho moved forward. Your arms wrapped around him, keeping him close. He nuzzled his face into your neck, occasionally kissing it lightly. He traveled upwards, planting small kisses along your jawline, chin and then back down to your neck.

"I dont think ill ever let my cats near you again," he mumbled. You kissed the top of his head and chuckled softly. The two of you stayed like that for awhile. Eventually, you both fell asleep.

A few hours later, you had reluctantly woken up to the sound of the front door closing. Your boyfriend, however wasn't there. With a sight you yawned and stretched your arms. Once you sat up you looked around. Just as you turned towards the door way, Minho walked in.

He was carrying boxes and a small bag. "Did I wake you? Im sorry." You smiled and shook your head.

Dont worry babe, what you git there?" You walked over to your boyfriend and kisses his cheek.

"Well..I didn't really feel like cooking so I went and pick up some pizza. And to make our plans for this evening come true I also bought some ice cream (whats your favourite Ice cream flavour?) And I've got some Cherries." Your eyes lit up with joy, Minho smiled at you " well sense its getting late, why dont yiu stay here for tonight?" He smirked playfully.

Well only if we can cuddle up on the couch and watch frozen" Minho nodded happily and placed the pizza boxes on the counter. He then suddenly picked you up and hugged you.

"I missed you so much, you know that? " You giggled softly before showering his face with soft kisses as you held into him.

"Ive missed you too baby " He smiled and pecked your lips as he sat you both on the couch and prepare the pizza and put ice scream into bowls. Then he turned the move on. You both shared each others ice cream and pizza. You had so much fun together and laughed at Olaf scenes, Minho didnt hesitate to sing Elsa song and bless your ears 🤭.

The cats had managed to get back on the couch, this time with the both of you. Thats where you remained until the next day.

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[wonfilms]

elle!! it's skits aka strayedstars, that account is my sideblog so i'm just... yeah 😭

just wanted to say thank you sm for following back cause i actually love your work genuinely you're one of my fav writers

here's soonie doongie dori 🐈 and a little running lino as a thank you! :)

yoh skits! omg i cant believe you were following me i genuinely didnt notice or i would've followed earlier!! WHAT THANK YOU 😭 YOU'RE SO SWEET , you seem super lovely i'm so glad you like my writing! 🥹💕

THANK YOU FOR THE SOONGIE DOONGIE DORI AND THE LINO ILY MUWAH, I HAVE A FEELING UR GONNA QUICKLY BECOME ONE OF MY FAVS HELP

[tasteleeknow]

"there's a man attached to you." JADE AVSJDJSJSJSJ H O W DID YOU MANAGE TO MAKE THAT SOUND CUTE AS HELL CHANS SO CLINGY AHSBSJSJJS-

(also re: yes I will ship idols seriously lee know and soongie doongie dori endgame this is the only real people ship I ship)

(just in case someone comes at me NO NOT LIKE THAT)

- 🥟

my first draft word vomit nonsense hfdjs

(true true true)

[neohyxn]

all is fair II lmh

profiles #2

lee minho : 98 liner. has three cats, soongie doongie and dori, and will do anything for them. the definition of tsundere to his friends, however he's just mean to everyone else. basically the heart throb of jypu, but has no interest in dating. dance major. shares an apartment with seungmin and jisung. best friends are jisung, nari and bangchan

han jisung : 00 liner. part of 3racha, a produce group thats famous both for their music and their lack of awareness of what they put on social media. looks a lot like a squirrel, and his nickname is quokka because he's always smiling. seems like he's high 24/7 but never does drugs. music major. best friends minho, hyunjin, 3racha and felix

lee felix : 00 liner. the human embodiment of sunshine. known for his freckles and his bright personity. moved from australia three years ago, and will only ever fight someone if they call him by his korean name, yongbok. all of his friends have a soft spot for him. the resident baker. shares a dorm with hyunjin and jeongin. dance and culinary major. best friends are hyunjin, jisung, chaeryeong, changbin and nari

seo changbin : 99 liner. buff baby. massive twice stan, and is looking for friends to fan over. part of 3racha. looks intimidating as hell, but is a literal child. has a love hate relationship with minho. teased almost as much as chan. will do anything for food. music major. shares an apartment with chan and nari. best friends are jisung, seungmin and chan

bang chan [chris] : 97 liner. graduated from jypu last year, but now works in thr music department to stay in 3racha and help music majors. has random bursts of energy were he acts loving and cute to his friends. bullied by everyone. he shares an apartment with changbin and nari, but only puts up with her because of minho. best friends are lia, changbin, jisung and minho

yoo nari : 99 liner. slightly entitled. weirdly obsessed with hyunjin, even though he's in a relationship. a bitch, but acts different around minho, and felix is just oblivious. shares an apartment with changbin and chan, but only stays with them because of the rent. psychology major. her closest friends are minho and somi

previous II series masterlist II part one

[staygaybaby]

LEEBIT HAS SOONGIE DOONGIE AND DORI IM SO TIRED OF THIS SHIT

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

Yes, hello I havd found a picture of Lee Minho in approximately forty years time

https://twitter.com/WholesomeMeme/status/1590737295409299459?

Dead. Deceased. In the ground.