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stayandot8 · 1 year ago

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Chapter Three- Part One: Heaven's Grief

series summary: this one is a little different than anything else I've written. An AU where the members work in a bar with my MC, no idols among them. It's also going to be on the longer side. The fluffy Chris we know and love is nowhere to be found. He's broodier, moodier, and has jokes up the wazoo. So buckle up, kitties. This one's gonna be good 😏.

inspo: the song by Fall Out Boy.

Genre: i'm not really sure tbh

Relationship type: ???

Important Contents: bar setting, so mentions of alcohol, chris is a lowkey-highkey dick, swearing as usual

a/n: Sorry this took so long, my loves. If you read, thank you. I hope this was worth the reallyfuckinglong wait.

WC: 10.1k

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If I was being honest, I didn’t sleep at all that night. I tried, I really did. But it was all I could do to not think about everything that had just happened. It was on constant replay in my mind, reliving those lips on mine, the way he held me against him, it was all so much to take in. From being at odds with each other to this, it was so new. Something I never thought to explore and yet, here I was, hours away from doing just that. I thought of my list of concerns about what this would mean not just for us, but for everyone around us. What would the rest of the boys think? If we kept it quiet, would they even notice? Would Minho? Would he care?

You know he would. It was an obvious answer. And if we decided to move forward, he should be told. Together, though. We should tell him together.

I spent the rest of the moonlit night writing down any concerns or questions that came to mind and when the sun started rising, I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I picked out the cutest jeans I had along with a black top that may have helped my boobs pop just a little. I smiled to myself and I slipped on my Vans and grabbed my bag to leave.

The drive downtown to Felix’s bakery was longer than it would have been if I hadn’t missed so many turns. There was too much running through my brain to truly focus on where I was going. I was lucky I didn’t cause an accident. But when I finally parked, I couldn’t help my eye roll as my mouth involuntarily turned upwards.

“Have you been here all night?” My voice groggy but light, giving away my butterflies at seeing Chris sitting at one of the outdoor tables. He snapped his head up at the sound and grinned as he stood up to greet me.

“No, I just couldn’t sleep.” He walked up just close enough to encourage any touch I may initiate, waiting for my go-ahead. I bumped his shoulder lightly.

“Me neither, actually.” I lead the way around the few people out on the streets to the front door of the cafe. Chris rushed from behind to open the door, stepping to the side to place his hand on the small of my back as I walked by. I did my best to pretend not to feel the icy cold when he dropped it. The bell ringing as the door closed caused a flour-covered Felix to rush out from his back room in his pink apron to greet the new customers.

“Hi! Welcome to- Oh, it's just you guys.” His face dropped to a new neutral expression he saved just for friends, then shifted into one of confusion. “Wait, why-”

“Felix, honey, can we talk in the back for a second?” I waved Chris to sit at the usual table I occupied and shoved Felix to the back before he could object.

“You know I get suspicious when you call me that. It makes me nervous.” Felix grabbed a towel from his work station and started wiping his hands as he turned to look me up and down. “Why are both of you here? Together? What’s going on?” The look he was sporting was way too serious for this early in the morning.

“Felix, there’s something I need to tell you.” His face didn’t change, waiting expectantly. “And I’m only telling you this because you know how to keep a secret and this is remaining a secret for now. Okay?” He nodded. “Me and Chris are here to talk about the possibility of a relationship between us.” I waited for the realization to hit him, for some kind of inkling that he heard me. But those big doe eyes just stared at me, still waiting for something so I continued. “This literally just happened last night so we haven’t told anyone at the restaurant yet. You’re the first one.”

“And?” He wiped his hands further on his apron before grabbing some oven mitts and walking over to the industrial oven to take out his breakfast loaves. That confused me more.

“Honestly I was expecting a bigger reaction from you. Why aren’t you more shocked?” I stuck out a hand to rest on the counter while placing the other on my hip while I waited for him to turn his attention back to me.

“You think you're the only one in that situation that came to me with their feelings? I’ve been waiting for weeks for one of you to break, Jesus.” He tossed his mitts to the side, the heat from the loaf pans radiating into the air. His cheeks were flushed from the heat of the oven, making him look cuter than normal and making me forget my own confusion. I shook my head to return to the present.

“You mean to tell me that he’s been coming in here too? To talk about me?” My heart fluttered at the idea of that beautiful man in this place talking about me. Maybe the heat of the oven was getting to me too. I felt it on my own cheeks now.

“Oh please. Here, take these.” He handed me two plates with fresh banana bread slices. “And go get to talking so you can stop talking to me about it. Go. Go!” He shooed me out of the back room, grabbing those mitts to swat me with if necessary. I scurried away, plates in hand to sit at my usual table, a new guest sitting in front of me.

That damned morning sun cast a soft orange glow across the room, bathing Chris in almost an angelic halo. His shining eyes were even more so when they saw me coming his way. I had never had anyone look at me quite like that before, like I carried all of his happiness within me. My swallow was thick. I had to look away for a moment so I wouldn’t go blind. I placed one plate in front of him and sat across the table.

“Fresh bread from the master himself. Don’t try to pay for it though, he’ll yell at you until you leave.” Chris chuckled, nodding as he broke off a piece and dropped it into his mouth. His eyes went wide.

“Holy fuck, that’s good.” I nodded slowly.

“That’s why we sell his stuff. He’s the best baker in town. What he should do is hire more help around here. It’s just him.” I broke off a piece of my own slice and let the heavenly warmth lure me into heaven for a momentum savoring the taste. I sighed before opening my eyes to see Chris watching me eat. “What?”

“Nothing.” He said to his piece, trying to hide his grin. He took another piece off. “Alright. Go ahead and take out that list that I know you have and we can go through it together.” I slowly shook my head but retrieved my list anyways.

“You wait until you need something and one of my lists saves you. See who’s complaining then.” I unfolded the paper, scanning it over once more. I tried not to let the tremor in my hands show too much. “Well, first thing’s first: the boys. Obviously, we have to tell Minho because, let’s face it, he’ll find out eventually. And I think it’ll be better if it comes from us. You know how he can get.” Chris nodded as he chewed.

“I agree we should tell him, but not until we know for sure.”

“I can agree to that.” I mentally checked it off. “What about the others? Do we need to tell them?” He watched his plate, carefully thinking.

“Unless they guess, I’m not telling them. You know they’ll just taunt us the whole time.”

“That’s true. I can see Han now.” And I could. See how he would yell at the top of his lungs something super embarrassing while the dining room was full of guests. Or Hyunjin making kissing noises in my ear while I was cleaning something. “Yeah, let’s wait on that one. Unless it comes up, let’s not tell them directly.” Chris nodded again and watched me take another bite. “If you don’t stop staring at me, I’ll think I have something on my face.”

“You don’t, I promise. I would tell you.” I raised my eyebrow at him and quickly wiped my mouth with a napkin.while eyeing him with narrowed eyes.

“Moving on.” I said while waiting for his laughter to subside. “First date. I’m telling you this now so that you can decide if you want to back out.” I connected my fingers as I counted off my expectations. “You’re picking me up. You’re paying for the first one, but I believe in equality. You get one, I’ll get the next and so on. If you’re paying, you’re picking the place. If I’m paying, I’m picking. Unless there’s somewhere we really want to try or something we want to do, sound good?”

“My mother raised me as such, so yes. Sounds good.” You could’ve knocked me over with a breath when he smiled. I didn’t realize how much I had grown to care for it.

“Okay, great.” I couldn’t help but smile back. “Next.” I looked down at my list, my eyes going straight to the bottom. I remembered debating whether to bring it up at all, deciding it was vital. “About that thing I caught you doing.” He smiled dropped immediately and his eyes shuttered from that open invitation to closed tight. He quickly looked around to scope out the surroundings while he waited. “You can’t be doing that.”

“I haven’t been. Living with Minho has stopped that from being an option. You saw to that.”

“I know. But I just wanted to make sure because I can’t be with someone like that. I can’t be scared of what you’re doing when you’re not with me. I don’t want to find you dead somewhere and not know why or how or who to go after. But if you say you’re done, then I believe you. I won’t question it further.” It was his turn to avoid my eyes, his now empty plate the point of focus. I leaned down to try and catch his eye. “One day, I’d like to hear that story.”

“And one day, I might tell you.” It would be a matter of trust and time, then. He would open up eventually, I just had to be patient. And I would be. For now.

My phone buzzed in my pocket at the same time Chris’s did on the table.

“Text from Minho.” Chris said.

“‘Meeting in 15. Be there or miss the fun.’ What in the fuck?” Felix emerged from the back room once more, sporting the same confused look I was sure both Chris and I were.

“Any idea what this is about?” He called in his deep voice.

“Not sure.” I called back as we each grabbed our things.”But if it includes you, it ought to be good.” Felix posted the sign on his door saying he was temporarily closed and locked the door behind us.

The restaurant had a peaceful quality to it when it was fully closed like this. Before the hustle of people came in to disrupt it, the quiet of what I knew could be a symphony of chaos was gratifying. The silent buzzing of the ice machine and humming of the upper vent was as quiet as it could get. Sometimes when a shift was particularly busy, I would simply sit in the silence after I was done with the closing paperwork. I cherished it when I could. It was a rare calm.

The sun waxing into it’s position higher in the sky, I was surprised more of our staff wasn’t late. Well, not really. Han, Felix, Chris, and I walked into the room to see Changbin and Minho talking quietly into their phones. Seungmin was resting his head on his arms, eyes closed with soft snores emitting from him. Hyunjin and Jeongin were the only ones missing.

The younger burst through the door with three minutes to spare, his face flushed and his hair disheveled. Changbin hung up whatever conversation he was having to tease him. He never missed a chance to do so.

“Didn’t even have time to brush your hair?” He whisper-shouted. He ruffled the younger boy's hair even more, earning a groan from Jeongin. “Innie, you know better than this. I raised you better.” Jeongin squirmed out from under him.

“I know, I know.” He tried desperately running his fingers through his hair to repair whatever damage had been done.

“Geez, Innie. Didn’t I tell you to always bring a brush with you everywhere?” Hyunjin appeared out of nowhere with a brush in hand and was holding it out to him. Jeongin took it and hurriedly ran it through his locks. All of my boys in casual clothes was a sight to behold, usually at least one of them was in work attire. But they were each dressed like they normally would be, in some variation of denim, slacks, sweaters, tanks, and tshirts. It felt like a family meeting of sorts.

“Someone wake up Seungmin before I do.” Minho strolled back to the group, his hands now in his pockets. I searched for any sign of what this meeting could be about, but his face gave nothing away. All I could gather was that he wasn’t angry, which was always good. As Hyunjin roused Seungmin awake, we all gathered around Minho like ducklings, each taking seats around him. Chris grabbed a seat next to me, brushing our knees together as we sat. I snuck him a glance before we all turned to him. Once Minho was sure he had all of our attention, he began again. “I just got off the phone with my father, who has just told me that we have had a record-breaking year sales-wise and he would like to reward everyone for their hard work over the past few years. So, he has bought us a very nice, very fancy, four-day beach vacation, starting today.” Whoops and yells of joy rang through the empty room, bouncing off the walls and echoing around us. Some of the boys were hugging each other, others were clapping each other on the back, it was a nice ruckus to see. All I could do was smile while I looked back to Minho, who couldn’t hide his own pride in his team.

I knew his father wouldn’t have come to this conclusion on his own. Minho didn’t like to express it outwardly, but this was as much his family as his actual one. Sometimes, I thought even more so. He cared about each of us like we were his own. He fought for us when it was needed and had our backs when it wasn’t. He trusted us and encouraged the best from us without even knowing it. This was as much his gift to us as his father’s.

Minho called for quiet. “I haven’t even told you the best part.” That pride I had seen had been replaced with something else, something more sinister. “You all have an hour to pack and be back here or you’re getting left behind. Go!” The scrambling to leave was pure chaos, everyone trying to get out the doors at the same time. I stayed put as everyone left, waiting for the rush to calm until there was only myself and Minho left. He was sitting quietly, now letting his softness out since everyone was gone. I stood to follow the rest to leave but something stopped me from opening the door. I turned back to Minho.

“How much convincing did it take?” He didn’t look away from his phone, but his smile remained.

“More than it should have, but they’ve earned it. They work hard so it’s about time.” He finally realized I wasn’t moving. “You better go start packing, I know how long you can take.”

“You wouldn’t leave me behind.” It was meant to be serious, but came out more breathy and high-pitched than I meant. He glanced at me from beneath his brows, like he certainly would. I tilted my head with a smirk. He relented with a breathy laugh and returned to his phone, bringing his finger to his lips and waved me off.

Exactly fifty-eight minutes later, all nine of us were standing around the parking lot, baggage scattered around the gravel. Debating who would travel with whom for the two hour car ride, the discussion was going a whole lot of nowhere. Han was whining that he didn’t want to ride with Changbin, who was cackling and dragging him off towards his vehicle with frightening strength. Felix, being the softy he was, bounced towards the two with his freshly-dyed hair fluffing out in the wind and volunteered to ride with them. Han pursed his lips and crossed his arms and eventually followed Felix into the awaiting car. Minho was leaning against his own, waiting for everyone else to figure out where they were riding while checking his watch every so often. Hyunjin was sitting in the passenger seat while Seungmin was climbing into the back before Minho could protest. Jeongin was the last one to decide, standing between all of the vehicles, his head bouncing from one to the next before deciding Minho’s car was the safest.

“You guys take all the time you need, I’m driving myself in case you lot annoy me to the point where I want to come home.” I strolled over to Minho, who sent me the address with a wink. I typed it into my maps and opened my car door to slide inside, my tshirt and jean shorts catching the eye of someone who scanned me up and down as he oh so casually made his way over to my car, eyes going left and right to see if anyone would find him and call him out.

Chris flung his bag in my backseat and slid into my passenger side seat before anyone could notice, quickly picking up his phone to give the appearance that he’d been there the whole time. He flipped his hat backwards to heighten the effect.

“Oh would you look at that?” He said nonchalantly, face still buried in his phone. “I seem to have found myself in your car. Oh well. Guess I’m riding with you.” A slow smirk grew on those plush lips as he continued to scroll, a matching one on mine as I took up the wheel. Car after car rolled out of the parking lot as we followed them out onto the interstate. A comfortable silence fell over us as he took over my speakers, filling it with his own music taste. I hadn’t been able to get the thought of his music setup out of my head since we helped him unpack at Minho’s, how complex the setup had seemed. It looked as if he had been gathering equipment for a while, gaining enough knowledge to know what was the best quality.

“Trade one secret talent for another?” I wiggled my eyebrows at him. He looked at me like I had suggested we crash the car. Then slowly, he shrugged his shoulders with a small smile.

“Fine, but you’re going first.”

“Alright, but the only rule is you can’t look at me or else I’ll lose my nerve.” I let my nervous laughter escape me. I glanced over just in time to see his nod of agreement, his eyes sparkling in interest. “Give me your phone.” He dropped it in my outstretched hand and I pulled up the music app, going straight for my favorite show tune of the moment. The beginning piano keys paired with the familiar percussions of What Baking Can Do from the musical Waitress soundtrack boomed through the speakers. I settled into the familiar headspace I had when I sang, letting the music come through me and pretended I was alone so the threat of nerves wouldn’t threaten my voice. It rarely worked but it was worth a shot. Chris just stared at his hands, unmoving as the tune progressed. It was like he could focus on nothing else while it played, his other senses shutting down as he put all his effort into listening. He listened with his whole body it seemed, every part of him still.

When the song ended, I could only watch the street in front of me, my heartbeat a drum in my chest. It was a thick silence. A small voice that was not mine broke it.

“Am I allowed to look at you now?” I snickered.

“Yes but I make no promises that I’ll be able to do the same.” I hit the steering wheel for emphasis.

“You can really sing.” It was one of those voices he had where you could hear the smile even without looking at him. The flush of blood to my face was immediate.

“Your turn. Lay it on me.” Taken aback at my sudden turn on him, his open grin shifted to one that didn’t reach all the way across his lips. He nodded and returned to his phone, his thumb scrolling through whatever he was doing until a repeating piano key rang through.

“Same rule applies to you. Don’t you dare look at me.” He said, holding up a finger in warning.

“Okay.” The upturned corners of my mouth slowly started to sink as a lilting voice hit my ears. It sounded vaguely familiar, that voice. The lyrics were so sad, playing into the notes of the piano so fluidly. How could I forget? The day you lied to me. The lyrics hit me like water splashed on my face. The overwhelming sadness in what was being laid out in front of me was like a weight settling into my chest and I suddenly understood some of the pain he had been carrying around was all he had to hold onto and this was his way of letting it go, letting it free. His voice was ethereal, his high notes forcing every emotion to the surface.

As the end of the piano faded out, I was speechless. It was as though Chris had told me more than just one secret just now, more than just a passion project he was working on. It felt like a peak into his soul, what drove him and why. It was up to me to decipher just how exactly it affected me but the pieces of the puzzle were there. He would hand them to me, one by one. Eventually. I cleared my throat.

“I don’t have any words.”

“That bad, huh?” He gave me a sheepish smile. I shook my head so quickly my ponytail whacked my neck multiple times.

“No Chris, not at all. It was like…” I tried to put the emotions into words, finding it harder when he was waiting. “It felt like you. I feel like I just got a peek into your mind for the first time. Have you ever shown that to anyone?” He shook his head, keeping his eyes down.

“You’re the first.”

“Oh wow.” I sat fully back in my seat, trying to get oxygen back to my lungs, my brain so I could form coherent thoughts again. “Thank you. For that.”

“Thanks for wanting to hear it.” More silence as the road passed under us.

“Have you ever been to the beach?” He put his phone in his lap and adjusted himself so he was staring out the window without straining himself. He sighed.

“I grew up near one actually. My mom would take me and my sisters all the time. I would go with friends when I was young.” I couldn’t quite see his face as he spoke, but the shift in his tone was enough for me to guess what kind of memories it brought up. “I would love coming home with sand in my shoes. The post-beach shower when you’ve been in the sun all day? There’s really nothing like it. Putting on a fresh pair of comfortable clothes too, my mom cooking dinner and my sisters watching TV…” He trailed off, leaving me lost in his memories too. I could see it, him in his cutoff t shirt watching his family be themselves. It was a nice picture. “I miss them. A lot.”

It was the first time he had mentioned his family in the present. Every other time had been in the past, recalling a memory or dream of some kind. He inhaled sharply.

“Is there a way you could visit? I’m sure they’d love to see you.” It took everything in me to keep my eyes on the road, my hand itching to grab his in comfort. He turned away from the passing scenery to angle his body towards me.

“I don’t know where they went. They’re off, safe somewhere I hope. I’ve thought about reaching out but everytime I pull up a message box, I lose my nerve and close it again. Over and over, again and again. Year after year.” My arm moved of its own accord as I felt it grab his fingers and lock them. He moved his opposite hand over mine and encased it between his.

“It’s okay, we don’t have to talk about it if you’re not ready.” I gave him my best comforting smile. His eyes were beginning to sparkle, the kind of glint when you’re tearing up.

“I want to be ready. I want to tell you everything.”

“But you’re not. And it’s okay. We’ll get there, don’t worry. There’s no rush.” I squeezed his hand. He squeezed right back.

“Thank you.” He brought my hand to his lips and held it there for a few seconds. I couldn’t help the flush this time either. I felt the reaction to let go shoot down my arm but he was having none of it as he held tighter.

“We should probably discuss what we’re going to do about this weekend. If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, they’re going to get suspicious.” I nudged his knee with my knuckle, earning a laugh.

“I say as long as we can keep our interactions friendly, there shouldn’t be a problem. But that does push our date back until we get back, which is an awfully long time to wait.” I pursed my lips, thinking.

“Hmm. Yes, indeed it is.”

“Unless I’m allowed to find a quiet moment on this trip to officially ask you to be mine…” A shiver ran down my spine. This man wants me to be his. A cautious grin spread on both of our faces. If I was able to look into his eyes, really look into them, I would’ve been able to see the sincerity in which he meant those words. He would make me his whether he had a moment or not..

“If you can find the perfect moment, I’ll say yes. But it has to be perfect. Okay?” I heard a hushed ‘yes whisper-shouted in victory and beamed.

Hours and pointless, laughter-filled conversations later, we each received the group text from Minho stating the conditions of our arrival. We each would receive our own key, which we would return upon departure. Failure to do so would result in a fee and a ‘serious talking to’ from Changbin. Respecting the property was a must, including but not limited to excessive partying, broken items, or damage to the pool and/or hot tub. Failure to comply would result in a fee and a ‘bitching out’ from Minho.

“Looks like we’re definitely reaching beach city.” I said. After hours of passing nothing but trees and winding roads, we finally came upon a small town with pastels and different hues of beige lumps for houses, all ranging from single shacks to sand castles in their own right. They all were characterized with their own charms, a garden of rose bushes in front of one, surfboards leaning against most of them.

“Do you surf?” I asked while I had the thought.

“I used to. I haven’t in years though. I was never good at it.”

“Of course you do.” I said under my breath, the hint of yearning in his voice not lost on me. He seemed good at everything he did, never forthright with his skill though. It had this subtle power of making you want to root for him, no matter what the condition.

The houses were lined along the gravel road on each side, the ocean not too far off. Within walking distance if anyone desired to do so, but far enough that they would be safe from the high tide. Flashes of lime green and yellow houses caught my eye as I drove down the long street, myself and Chris each looking at our respective sides. I recognized Minho's and Changbin’s cars in the distance in front of us, leading the way. Palm trees scattered along each way only added to the cheerful demeanor of the town and with the sun shining so brightly high in the blue, it was shaping up to be a beautiful day for such an occasion.

“I never asked you. Have you ever been to the beach?” He asked while still watching each house pass by.

“Only a few times. I promised myself I would live in a beach house when I was a kid.”

“Ha! I said the same thing.” He squeaked out another laugh. The familiar cars in front of us turned and disappeared behind a cove of trees lining a paved driveway, even more winding and eventually coming up to a gate where the other two cars were parked in front of and the rest of the gang were standing and stretching around them. Minho was punching some numbers into a keypad on a metal pole in front of the elaborate gated way, gold rods interconnecting to keep out strangers. The gate stood before a circular driveway that stood before a tall, three-story house with white railing alongside the middle floor. There was a built-in section off to the side, open for the elements to be enjoyed. The stairs leading up to the front door were painted white, narrowing the closer to the house you got. The black shutters on the windows complimented the gray paint on the house nicely, making for a classic look without taking away from the nature surrounding it. The black metal fence peeked out from the back, hiding what could only be a backyard big enough for the impending shenanigans to come. The house loomed before us, a haven from the outside world and far enough away from everything else that everyone could go as nuts as they wanted to.

Minho coughed very loudly to chase the clammor away and regain the attention as the gates swung inside for us to enter. The chatter died down as we all turned to Minho for further instructions.

“I’m handing out the keys before we get in because once we’re in there, I don’t want to see any of you until dinner. This house is big enough that I should be able to get my wish.” Minho went around to each of us, staring directly into each person’s eyes as he handed them out. “Any damage done to this place will result in the repairs coming out of your own pockets. If it doesn’t need repairing, I don’t want to hear about it. Now be gone.” Most of the boys ran up the twenty or so steps to the front door in a race to claim the best bedroom. Some of them went through the opening in the gate to see what awaited us in the backyard. I just watched them all run around like teenagers, the yelling and shouts of excitement coming from inside and outside.

When all that remained was myself and Minho, we each grabbed our own luggage from our respective cars and dragged it up the stairs.

“What’re the dinner plans?” He smirked at me.

“I’m planning on holding a tournament and the loser has to go grocery shopping for us all.” I nodded, amusement taking over my features. As we entered the main floor, my jaw dropped.

The opening room was enormous. Open floor plan with a kitchen in the back corner, a door to the open attachment I noticed earlier had an outdoor eating area and a grill that I’m sure would be occupied come dinner time. An island sat in the middle, marble countertops lining the walls with the dark wooden cabinets above. The fridge was a double-doored mountain that was tucked into its place in the wall, just jutting out enough for us to access it. If I turned my head further right, I could see the huge indoor dining table, enough to seat ten and making it a perfect fit for all of us. The windows on the walls shone on the worn tabletop, showing the years of wear and tear and proving the space was lived in. The chairs were perfectly in place, showing the others hadn’t messed with it yet.

Turning my head to my left to the open lounging area was when my already opened mouth fell all the way down. The soft light green walls wrote the perfect invitation to cool off in the area, the dark wood framed couches and white cushions adding to the air of comfort. The plus white rug was centered in the middle of the room, outlined by the matching smaller couch and end tables in each corner. Everything was facing the huge television mounted on the wall with every gaming system on trend since the early 1990s sitting beneath it on the low table, waiting to be used. A karaoke machine was amongst them, and I knew who would be the first to pick up the mic.

The pool table was occupied by Chris and Changbin, already setting up the balls for a game for who got the bigger room downstairs. The other ruckus was coming from either set of stairs, shouting and expletives coming from just about everywhere. I followed the string of waterscapes downstairs rather than the shell drawings leading upwards. The walk down was short without my suitcase behind me, unknowingly leaving it behind me as I lowered down to the scene in front of me.

It was a huge basement game room, complete with, what I was told, two bedrooms and a full bathroom. Each room had a trundle bed, sleeping options available for two in the room if needed. The walls were in the same shade of green the living room was, the dark black rattan couches tucked away into a small corner. No one seemed to be paying much attention to who was coming down though, too busy playing the old Pac-man game and Street Fighter stations in the corner or the basketball set-up close by. Hyunjin was cheering Jeongin on at Pac-man and Minho had taken over Street Fighter, quiet compared to Hyunjin’s loud cheering. Han was shooting baskets to his heart’s content as I walked over to him to inform him of my discovery. His eyes shot open and his brows upwards.

“Where is it?!” He shouted, bolting up the stairs now towards the karaoke machine. “How did I miss it?!”

I chuckled, watching his little legs run as fast as they could before the music playing at full volume masked Hyunjin’s cheers, even when he was a foot away from my ears. I looked back over to Innie, who was completely consumed by his game, his tongue poking out between his teeth. His concentration was admirable sometimes. I glanced around the room, taking in the rest of the room and all it had to offer before going back upstairs to the music and Han’s very loud voice.

The sunlight was peeking in through the sliding doors, left open just a crack as more voices were coming in. I followed them out to see Felix and Seungmin in a small hot tub, big enough for a few people. The thought struck me that if all of us were to attempt to get in, it would definitely be a tight squeeze. Some people might even have to sit on the edges.

“How are you guys not boiling up in the heat?” I asked, my brows raised.

“The heat takes a minute. Now it’s just lukewarm water with jets.” Seungmin replied, eyes never opening with his head resting on the side, facing the burning sun. Felix was across from him in a similar position.

“Okay, well, don’t forget sunscreen or you’ll roast like a chicken.” I poked back through the way I came out, Felix’s ‘thank you, MOM!’ making me shake my head and smile.

Back inside, Chris and Changin had paused their game to watch Han’s performance, intermittently laughing when he did something funny. Which was always. I couldn’t help but notice Chris’s eyes disappearing while he watched Han sing. He looked relaxed for the first time since he started with us. His hat was still backwards, probably so that he could see to shoot the cue balls straight but now, it was for watching Han do anything and everything to keep them looking at him. I stood and watched him for a second, leaning against the sliding doors behind me as Jeongin appeared from downstairs.

“I heard singing and I came up.”

“And?” I teased. Jeongin gave me a knowing look and came closer to whisper to me.

“And Hyunjin kicked me off when I lost.” I nodded.

“You guys have fun with this, I’m going to see where the biggest bedroom is and steal it. Jeongin nodded and I grabbed my bag and headed up the stairs where it was quiet.

These stairs were softer, carpeting leading the way from the hardwood floors below. The stairs ended with a long hallway with several doors on each side, each leading to a bedroom with a different color theme. The first door on my left had a bunk bed and bathed in navy blue. Pictures of Sailboats littered the walls and a dark wood dresser stood beside a small closet with a small lamp on top. The room diagonal to that on on my right was cascaded in yellow, with a queen size bed in the middle. No dresser, but a TV on the wall and a closet tucked in the corner. I made a mental note about this room and moved on to the next. A large King sized bed was in the pink-painted room next door, complete with a flowery comforter on the top and pink and white pillows. This room had two dressers and no closet, with a small television propped on top of the closest to the bed. The last room was a light blue just like the first, bunk beds and no TV. I knew that would cause a problem later, which would have some very funny consequences.

The last few doors were full bathrooms, totaling three. There would be plenty of beds but the bathrooms would have to be shared. Good thing these boys were so used to sharing…

The screen door at the very end of the hall led to the porch outside, where old wooden rocking chairs were placed to look at the ocean and the streets not-that-far off. It was a perfect getaway. Minho’s feather found a great place, although I wasn’t sure it was him who found it after all. Minho had a way of knowing things that he shouldn’t. It was a secret talent of his. The breeze touched my cheek, gently bringing the smell of the water with it. I had to close my eyes and take it all in. Having a moment to myself, I was able to finally go through my thoughts and how I felt about the one person who was on my mind constantly.

How come he finally snapped? What was it about that moment that compelled him to tell me his true feelings? It wasn’t like he never had the chance before. There had been… moments. But I assured he was just trying to get to know me? Could those have been when he was trying to show me how he felt? There was so much to try and decipher with him. But for now, that could wait until we got back into the city. I took down my hair to let it breathe in the air and took one last look at the scenery before going inside to claim the yellow bedroom for myself.

It wasn’t until I heard the stomps soften on the carpet while I was unpacking that everyone else had the same thought I had. Different clamors happening in each room, fights over the bunk beds, which drawers they would get, and so on. Jeongin popped his head into my room and looked around, eyes wide.

“You were smart to get up here first. Although with you being the only girl, I’m sure everyone else would’ve given you your own room anyways.”

“Who’s fighting out there?” I walked over to the doorway towards the commotion to see Han and Chanbin on the top and bottom bunks of the dark blue room while Hyunjin and Seungmin debated with Felix over who got the top bunk down the hall. Hyunjin had his eyes closed on the bottom, interjecting everytim Seungmin would say something.

“I’ll just cuddle up to Hyunjin then.” Felix’s blue head dove for Hyunjin, who’s eyes flashed open just in time to see him coming and scream. A few kicks of the blanket and grumbles, Felix’s head was attached to Hyunjin’s shoulder and Hyunjin’s face had dropped into a set expression, begrudgingly accepting what was happening. Seungmin had climbed on the top bunk and settled.

“You guys know there’s beds downstairs, right?” They blinked back at me, bewildered that I dare suggest such a thing. I threw my hands up in defense and backed out slowly to investigate further down the hall.

Minho had taken over the pink room with the biggest bed, his bag open and spread out to claim his territory and literally growling at anyone who dared come more than two steps into the room. Chris and Changbin were looking at all the occupied rooms and turned to each other.

“Looks like we’ve got the downstairs all to ourselves.” Changbin clapped him on the shoulder as Chris gave me a knowing look that seemed to say ‘you got a room to yourself?’ I just shrugged and smirked at him. He shot one back, having the same thought.

“If everyone is done fighting over sleeping arrangements that you all know will change over the course of the next few days, meet downstairs!” I shouted and headed down the stairs, closing the door to my room behind me. Some followed, some didn’t. It was a funny picture actually, like a mother duck and her ducklings crossing the road.

We fanned out in the sitting area, waiting for the rest of them to follow and take their own bags to the rooms they had chosen. When everyone had done so and gathered in the sitting area on the middle floor, Minho stood in front of them like he was ready to present something to a room full of business colleagues.

“We’re having a tournament downstairs for dinner. Loser buys and shops for groceries for the whole weekend and takes one victim with them.” He looked around for any objection, finding none, and went downstairs.

“Minho, what are we playing?” Han asked, the echoes bouncing off the walls of the stairwell.

“Basketball.” Minho responded without turning, finding the bottom floor and heading straight for the propped game in the corner.

“But I’m no good at sports…” Han grumbled. “Why can’t we do the karaoke machine instead?” He finished under his breath. Chris clapped his shoulder.

“Don’t you worry, little buddy. There has to be someone worse than you.” I could only picture the eye Han was giving him.

“Alright losers. Line up. Any order, I don’t care. Stop pushing him, Changbin.” Hyunjin stepped up first and with all the elegance and grace he had stored in his skinny little body, he sunk it right in. Everyone ooohh’d and ahhh’d appropriately as he walked away with a very cocky smile. I flicked his forehead as he passed me.

“Stop that.” I joked. “You’ll get a big head.”

“I got it in first try!” He whined, holding his hands to his forehead. “No fair.”

Jeongin went next, missing and looking at Minho nervously.

“You haven’t lost yet. We still need to see who else misses.” Minho’s words reassured him and he went back in line. Changbin sunk his, as did Chris. Seungmin missed and looked at Jeongin.

“We can go together, I don’t mind.” Jeongin looked hopeful to have a willing victim.

Minho went next and sunk it in, going back to leaning on the wall to watch everyone. I was next. I blamed my sweaty hands and the multitude of eyes looking at me for how badly I missed at such a close range, and I went to stand with the rest of the losers. Han, to his and everyone else’s surprise, made his shot. He turned, an equally shocked expression on all of our faces, his mixed with delight. His arms flung up in the air and he paraded down the line, collecting high fives from all of us. Felix missed his shot, shrugged, and stood with the rest of us, queuing up to go again. Jeongin fiddled with the ball, looking nervous. Minho watched him.

“Do I have to cook too?” Minho shook his head. Jeongin breathed a sigh of relief and sunk the ball. A huge smile spread across his face as he joined the winners, more high fives going around. Seungmin shot again and missed. He turned back, looking more annoyed than anything. Felix took his turn next and made it. He danced to the other side of winners. I looked at Seungmin.

“Minnie? Will you come with me when I lose?” He smiled at me and nodded. I stared down the menacing hoop with a net, took another breath, and made the shot. My mouth fell open. “Since you said yes, I’ll say yes too.” I let Seungmin look at the others before volunteering to go with him. He shook me off.

“No, you stay with the heathens. I’m taking Hyunjin since he wanted to be cocky about it.” All the boys turned to see Hyunjin’s shocked face and bursted out laughing. Seungmin did the smart thing and took off up the stairs before Hyunjin started chasing after him, passing by in a blur of blonde hair.

“Kim Seungmin, you will pay for this!”

After the two boys left with a laundry list of groceries to get, the others spread back out to explore the house for themselves. I went to the back yard, complete with a small pool and a soccer goal. The trees provided just enough shade to cover the pool from the beating of the sun. A small shed in the back equipped with what I could only assure to be pool floaties and maintenance things. After about three seconds of contemplation, I rushed back to my haven upstairs to put on the only swimsuit I owned. A plain black two-piece with simple straps going over my shoulders was all the appeal I could muster, knowing the boys around me (except one) had seen me in it before. That didn’t help the feeling of slight anxiety as I pulled the bottoms on and grabbed a big tshirt to walk around in and rushed back to the pool, Jeongin and Felix asking where I was going from their spot at the pool table.

“There’s a pool outside! Come on!” They glanced at each other and raced to put their suits on as well. I opened the door leading to the back and walked down the matching stairs to the grass waiting for me at the bottom, trekking through it to dip my toe into the water. It was just the perfect balance of cool for anyone wanting to jump in. The breeze wafting, casting a chill on my skin despite the warm summer air. I was just about to walk down the ladder when I heard a screech behind me and feet rushing on the grass. A flash of blue and blonde hair, the two boys grabbed their legs to their chest, and shouted “Cannonball!”

“Felix!” I shouted, bracing my rms before my face to stop whatever I could. Of course it was useless. My mouth fell open at them both, shock still evident. My tongue poked through my cheek, the smirk growing. “You both are gonna get it now.” I dashed for the shed five feet away and flung open the doors to find that I was right. Deflated floaties littered the floor as well as old crates of… There. I grabbed one and hid it behind my back, moving as slowly as I could nearer to the water without bringing attention to myself. I lowered the water gun to the water to fill it, and aimed at that blue head. I hit him square in the back of his wet head.

“Ah!” His hand flung to the back of his head, spinning to find where the surprise attack came from. We locked eyes, both of us smiling.

The yells echoed throughout the house, causing the rest of the boys to see what all the ruckus was about. Seeing the water fight that started caused a flurry of them running back inside to get their own suits and they emerged, one by one. Changbin asked where I got the water gun and I pointed him in the direction of the house and I took what cover I could behind the childrens playhouse. Teams were selected and lines were drawn. Friend turned on friend.

It wasn’t pretty.

Hours later, showered and clothed, I had brought the boys to repair their temporarily burned bridges and put on a movie. Felix had started a cuddle-puddle, all the boys had piled on top of themselves and refused to get up, even with the extra seats I brought them. Sometimes it was a nice reminder how close they had become, how much of a family we all had grown to be. Moreso a family than my actual family. And I knew most of them would say the same.

Chris had found himself on the outskirts of the pile, begrudgingly having Han’s head on his arm and eyes glued to the movie. From my place on the comfy chair, I was able to look at them, really look at all of them. The faces I knew as well as my own, and the one I was getting to know.

His face was blank when he was concentrating. And when he concentrated a little too hard, his lips would purse ever so slightly. His eyes would twinkle at whatever he was looking at, and I wondered what he looked like when he made music. The song he showed me still rang through my mind, itching to look deeper into the lyrics and the sadness behind them. If I thought harder about them, the sadder they became. It brought the question to the forefront. What happened to you? Who hurt you? The longer I had these thoughts, the more I watched him. He seemed relaxed. No trace of anything dark beneath that dark curly hair. He must have felt my gaze on him, because he turned his head just enough to see me. His face softened, a slight smile gracing his features. I shook my head, knowing that someone would catch us locking eyes. I nudged my head back to the television and followed my own gaze, feeling the sear of his eyes on my cheek as I tried my best not to look back at him. My resistance didn’t last long. When I looked back, his smile had grown wider.

This boy will be the death of me…

My thoughts were interrupted by the return of Seungmin and Hyunjin, bags in hand.

“More in the car. If you want anything from them, help us unload.” Heading Hyunjin’s warning, we all picked ourselves up from underneath the blankets and trudged outside, grabbing bags.

“If I had known I would be doing any kind of manual labor, I would’ve stayed home.”

“Han, this barely qualifies as manual labor.” Minho was quick to retort. “And we all know you would’ve blown up all of our phones if we left you behind, BEGGING us to stop and pick you up.”

“‘You guyyyss!! This isn’t fair!’” Changbin pitched his voice up. “‘Come back!’ That’s what you would say and you know it!” Laughter drowned out Han’s whiny protests, insisting he ‘ so does NOT sound like that’ as he followed everyone else up the front stairs.

Dinner was as much chaos as it could’ve been. Changbin got stuck doing dishes, grumbling at the sink. SO much so that he had convinced Chris to help him. I had drifted into the hot tub, letting my back rest on the waterproof cushions lined along the sides. The stars had been particularly bright tonight, and I had found my constellation, even way out here. That little piece of home that seemed to follow me everywhere I went. It was a comfort.

I was brought out of my head with the opening and closing of the sliding door. Felix had come out to join me, back in his suit from before.

“Room for one more?”

“Of course.”

He gently lowered himself across from me, careful not to splash around. When he was settled, he looked down at his hands, pruning from the constant submersion of the day. He seemed quiet. I scanned his face, searching.

“Felix?” He looked up, the low hum of the jets loud in our ears. He sighed. His voice was low, to keep it away from prying ears.

“I just want you to be careful. I don’t know what I would do if he hurt you. I like him, I really do. But just know that I’ll be watching him.” His words of comfort brought a smile to my face.

“You’re always looking out for me, aren’t you, Lixie?” He was serious as he nodded. As lightly as I tried to make it, I felt the gravity of his emotions in his words. I didn’t break his gaze. I nodded, thanking him for his watchful eye. He finally smiled back at me, just in time to be distracted by Minho opening the door and climbing in beside me.

“Ahhhhhh.” He sighed and settled in, closing his eyes in relaxation.

“Careful, Minho. The owners will notice if the whole hot tub is missing.” He contorted his face, wordlessly moving his lips. I smacked his arm, making him giggle.

Hyunjin was peeling Minnie’s arms off of him when they came out.

“Get off of me, you’re clingier than plastic wrap.”

“Don’t act like you don’t secretly love it.”

“Seungmin, I will stuff your pillow with leaves tonight. Get away from me.”

Hyunjin sat on my other side and filled his pressed hands with water, threatening it in Seungmin’s direction. Minnie held up his arms and sat across from him on the ledge, calves in the water while the rest of his body was out. Chris came out with Han in tow.

“You would tell me if my voice sounded like that, wouldn’t you?” Chris was fighting a smile, nodding his head in doing whatever he could to get him to focus on anything else. Hyunjin pulled Han down beside him, Han hissing at the sudden shock to his system with the hot water. Chris picked a spot beside Felix, sitting on the edge of the tub and quickly eyed me. His eyes stopped for a second too long on my exposed neckline before flickering back up to my face. My arms shot up to cover as much of myself as I thought I could, giving him the most incredulous look I could muster. He had the decency to look slightly embarrassed.

I picked up my phone from the space behind Minho and sent a text.

Me: Whatcha lookin at?

Chris: …busted.

I giggled to myself. My thumbs were hovering over the keyboard when another text appeared.

Chris: Water’s never been so cruel

I shook my head again. Bringing my eyes back to the group, I couldn’t help finding him looking back at me. I wagged my finger at him, small movements so no one would sense it. He was smiling at me, warmer than the water I was chest-deep in. I’d never seen someone’s eyes shine like that. Especially looking at me. No one had looked at me like that before.

Changbin had finished the dishes and was now climbing into the center of the tub, splashing everyone and bringing our attention back to the group. We all had a good laugh at his antics and the night passed on with subtle glances and a racing heartbeat.

Retiring to my room was met with protests and attempts at convincing me to stay.

“Come on, you’ll miss Jeongin getting his ass whooped at Pac-Man!”

“As much fun as that sounds, Hyunjin, I think this mother needs her beauty rest. Think of it this way: I get sleep and a break from all of you for a few hours, and I don’t have to kill you tomorrow. How does that sound?”

I walked away to a few grumbles, laughing and shaking my head once more. I savored the quiet of the house, the creaking of the stairs as I climbed. I shut my door and changed into my pants and big shirt again, determined to force my heart to slow down before I could fall asleep. All my thoughts were of him, the way he kept glancing my way, how my body would react to him, my pulse quickening. If I had any shot of sleeping tonight, I needed to distract myself properly. I shuffled through the shows on TV, found a classic and let it play. I watched until I couldn’t fight my eyelids anymore.

I was in and out, the light on the bedside table keeping me out of a deep sleep. I thought I had dreamed of my door opening, but the creaks were too familiar. I fluttered my eyes open to see Chris shutting my door, his back turned to me.

“What do you think you’re doing?” My voice was heavy with sleep, not coming out in full force.

“Changbin snores like a lawn mower. You can hear throughout the whole floor. I’ll be out of here before everyone else wakes up.” His sheepish smile told me he was going out on a limb, trying his luck upstairs. With me.

“This doesn’t mean I’m letting you in my bed! Sleep on the floor. There’s more blankets in the closet.” He pouted, glancing from the closet back to me, back to the closet. “Ugh. Fine.” I flung the comforter open, letting him in. “But only because I’m cold.”

He practically danced over towards the bed before snuggling in. I turned my back towards him, not letting him see the grin begging to be let out.

“Well, if you’re cold, then I should help with that.” He flicked off the light and scooted closer, making the bed dip the closer he got. “You know, because I’m such a nice guy.”

“Oh, you’re such a nice guy, huh? Yeah, okay.” My laughs came out more as scoffs.Then out of nowhere, strong arms, arms I had seen and imagined against my will, snaked around my waist. My back hit his chest as he closed the open space, and his body hit me like a heat wave and lulled me into the best sleep I’d had in years. No energy left to read into what he meant by this action, or any of his actions of the day. None left to think about what this could mean. Just body heat and a comfort I had never known.

Until I heard through the distance of my subconscious a creak of my bedroom door. I fought the sunlight coming in through the window until I couldn’t and opened my eyes. Chris’s arms were still around me, his faint snores close to my ears. It took a minute for my still-sleeping brain to realize that the door creak I heard hadn’t been in my dream. My neck moved to see Minho, hand still on the doorknob, staring at Chris’s arm.

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missmeowfam310 · 2 years ago

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Lee Know Knows everything

Hello, to anyone who might stumble upon this. This is something I had written for my, ex- bestfriend, and I think I want to share it to others. English is not my first language, I in fact SUCK, but I love reading fanfiction, and I love writing for people, I know this oneshot is far from good, but I still hope anyone who reads it enjoys it.

I love lino so much and I tried to showcase it in this fic.

Summary: You met this weird boy. (yeah this pretty much is)

pairing: Lee know x reader (y/n)

genre: fluff.

Wordcount: 3.7 K

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"HEY!!! HEY!!! STOP PLEASE! SIR!"

finally the bus driver stopped when he noticed you.

"thank you" you said not looking grateful at all, after running for a whole damn 10 minutes.

"I hate this man"

you whined under your breath while trying to find a seat.

"BRO SAME HE NEVER WAITS FOR ME TO SIT DOWN BEFORE HE STARTS DRIVING AGAIN!"

you heard a voice on your left where a familiar young boy sitting next to the window.

you're not that social but he looked so cute pouting

" this bad man makes me stumble every morning as if he enjoys seeing me humiliated"

he continued, looking sad

you decided to set next to him.

" damn, stumbling in front of everyone every morning? What a way to start your day”

You surprised yourself, you’re not the type to talk this comfortably with a stranger.

"I know right? ah, it's alright, why do YOU hate him though?"

The sudden eye contact caught you off-guard.

"you have such beautiful eyes!"

you shocked the both of you with this statement, but it had to be said, sparkly, honey, and every other adjective.

His beautiful eyelashes, long enough to create a shadow on the tail of his eyes appearing as an eyeliner.

"OH! thank you I guess"

shit what is wrong with you.. he looked adorable though, smiling shyly while blinking too many times, it seems like it's his habit?

"well, this 'bad man' just made me run after the bus for a whole five minutes just because he couldn’t wait for more two minutes"

you sounded so angry.

"might as well run to the school since you’re that good at running"

Oh he’s cheeky

" I guess I should have run "

you agreed, smiling at him while acting like you're seriously considering his suggestion.

"we go to the same school right? because you look a bit familiar"

he asked you sounding a bit confident.

"yeah I guess because I feel like I've seen you before too"

"cool!" he said while gesturing a thumb up

"cool!" you replied

He’s weird, you love it

both of you kept the conversations going, words flow smoothly with him, you found him funny, adorable and a bit charming to be fair...

you both walked each other to your classes, " see you later" he said.

you smiled, "see you later"

you've never enjoyed somebody's company as you did today with- FUCK!! you can't believe you didn't ask him about his name! well to be frank it wasn't a usual "nice to meet you" conversation that ends ups with actually knowing the person's name.

Wow it’s your first time seeing the place so quiet and not so crowded, there was no line to wait in so you’ve got your food pretty fast, sat on a table alone because burritos before amigos!

Enjoying your meal peacefully while listening to a song your friend had recommended -which was not like anything you’d personally listen to - you turned it off looking a bit disgusted and mad because she kept gassing it, questionable taste as usual, shaking your head in disappointment.

“damn why you mad bro chill a bit”

It’s him again, now you’ve gotta ask him about his na-

“I’m lee Minho, friends call me lee know because I know everything, and that you’re Y\N, I know where you live too”

“okay that’s not creepy at all, lee know.”

You said, looking unfazed.

“Been going around asking about you all day, my efforts are totally wasted”

“and you’re disappointed cuz?”

You asked him, because he looked so done with life, even a bit mad which made you laugh.

“you’re supposed to be surprised with my amazing abilities, also, what a weird laugh, do you always make this noise with your nose?”

What did he just say?

“I-“

“I love it”

oh…

“0-okey thanks I guess lol”

“YOU PRONOUNCE LOL TO??? “

“I get roasted for it but no fucks are given”

He high-fived you with cute smile

“you have a cute smile”

You’re not that person who throws compliments so much but he makes you do that a lot.

“oh thank you dear Y\N”

He fake-giggled covering his mouth with his right hand

He received your smack on his shoulder because he’s looked like a silly rabbit, then he acted like you stabbed his arm, his extra ass started banting but as you ignored his existence, he quit his act and sat down to eat like a normal human being.

“why are you sitting alone?”

He asked with full mouth, you gave him a disgusted look

“my friend didn’t come to school today”

“you have friends??”

This mother fuc-

“OUCH IM SORRY! You take no joke huh, I bet you’re an Aries or a Capricorn, always so salty”

Speechless you were, because of course he was right, lee know knows… you heard him laughing, and his laugh brought a smile on your face.

“let me guess, you’re probably a Capricorn, you have that attitude, anger issues too, must be fun”

“if you think that I’ll be offended then you’re incredibly wrong, I am a proud Capricorn”

“yeah obviously lol”

“lemme guess, hmmmmm”

You stared at his face looking for answers, while he gave you a weird smile, you can count all of his teeth.

he seemed like cute asshole, savage, smart but silly, a Taurus? nah he’s not that naughty, or he is?

“damn is it really that hard, I’ll give you a hint, I’m lethal”

“A SCORBIO?????”

“yessssss”

“makes lot of sense to be very honest”

“what do you mean”

Opps he looked offended

“you, love yourself and its obvious”

“aren’t we all supposed to love ourselves? Look if you don’t love yourself enough, no one will love you”

He looked proud

“you talk a lot”

“I know”

“we know”

“you know”

“lee know”

You spent your break with him, it’s a lot of Minho in one day, you need to charge a bit.

The day is finally over damn this was an exhausting one. Walking to your bus with your headphones on listening to same playlist, it startled you when someone pulled on your bag’s belt, you didn’t really appreciate it, you turned around ready to fight but it was just lee know smiling his cute little smile , you removed your earphones because you saw his lips moving but couldn’t hear shit.

“been screaming out your name for hours”

Shit

“oh sorry I’ve had my earphones on”

“yeah I figured”

You walked in silence together to the bus.

“is this our thing now?”

He asked, making no eye contact, which is rare, because he likes to stare right into the eyes, is he nervous?

“what do you mean?”

You asked confused

He had his hands inside his pockets, eyes stuck on his feet.

“oh you know, walking each other to our destinations “

you couldn’t help but laugh at his cuteness, he was shy, nervous too, which is probably why he was avoiding your eyes.

“hmm I guess? “

You said with a smile, he looked satisfied.

You continued walking to the bus, and right before you took the bus steps, he pulled you from your bag’s belt, again, you almost smacked the shit out of him, but then he took the jacket that was hanging from you bag, sneaked his arms around your waist, and tied the jacket’s sleeves around your waist. He took his time tying it perfectly, and you took yours, staring at him, the way his bangs sat on his eyelashes, you feel your body getting warmer, he feels warm too, his hair looked shiny.

You patted him on the head when he finished, mouthing a soft “thank you”

“such a good boy��

With a smirk you said, as he walked next to you trying to find a seat.

“ew shut up you’re embarrassing me”

“OH MY FRIEND IS SUCH A GOOD BOY AWWWW”

He pulled you to set in the last pair of seats before the last row while you were cracking up at how embarrassed and shy he looked, you sat on the chair still laughing, whipping your tears, and something felt off, you turned on your left to check, and he was weirdly quiet, he had his headphones on, you can hear the music, it was -twice’s feel special-

“oh so you’re a twice fan, so typical”

“…”

Now you got it, he’s mad, and ignoring you too, cool, it hasn’t been a day yet and you’ve already managed to make him mad, amazing, your only talent.

“hey”

“…..”

“heyyyyyy”

“…..”

“HEYYYYYYYYY”

People starred at your loud ass but you gave no fuck

But you hear no music now but he’s still acting like he can’t hear you.

“well, guess you don’t wanna come over to rewatch endgame”

You whispered loud enough for him to hear.

You saw with the corner of your eyes how he froze and swore under his breath so you let out a laugh but acted fast as if you didn’t.

But he looked at you and saw your small smile.

And he giggled, so you giggled too.

“I do, want to come over to rewatch endgame”

“oh I know you do”

“cool”

smiling, he’s so cute, like a little baby, gets easily angry and with a candy it’ll be like nothing-

“if you tried to pull shits like this again imma hang you from your foot on the school’s gate”

He whispered at your ear in the sweetest voice ever, it gave you chills.

“boy chill damn “

He seriously scared you, big Scorpio energy.

But then he gave you one of the headphones side, he played breath by lee hi, it’s a long ride till home, and you were tired, the urge to put your head on his shoulder was extreme but you held it in, you kept on yawning, when he took your hand that’s next to him, pulled you a bit closer to him, and pushed your head lightly on his shoulder, while your arm is in his lap, and his arm is in yours, you held tight into it, you gave up and slept.

You were having a nice warm nap, until your nose felt itchy so you opened your left eyes to see a shadow in front of your face, you tried to clear your sight and open both of your eyes, you were blessed with Minho’s face, Minho’s smile to be specific, with his cute teeth, and his beautiful lashes. You saw his lips move but had no idea what he was saying, when the bus stopped you realized it was your stop, so you stood, gathering your stuff.

“see you tomorrow” with sleepy voice you said

You walked to the door, looking at the steps as you get down, the bus driver drove away and then you realized it’s not your stop.

Fuck.

You looked back to see the bus was far away already, but Minho was running to you from the same direction.

When he arrived, he was on the ground dying with laughter.

“-I can’t damn”

He was breathing heavily and laughing at the same time.

You stood there crossing arms waiting for him to stop his bullshit.

“you are DEFINITLY not okay, agh “

He giggled

“you done?”

You asked him is a bored tone, and no he was not, cuz once he looked at you he started laughing again, tearing up too.

So you started walking to your house which wasn’t that far from this stop, and he soon enough started walking with you.

“damn I’m thirsty as fuck” he stated

“I bet you are” you laughed at him

It is your thing, now that you think of it, he walked you everywhere.

“why are you smiling like a fool?”

Were in fact smiling like a fool, but you’d be damned to admit it

“I was not” you denied

“you definitely were”

He said sounding certain

“whatever”

“and by the way”

He stressed

“what moisturizer are you using?”

Wha-

“why are you asking about my moisturizer what th-“

“you’re always glowing like a glazed donut, my dry ass skin would never”

“oh poor you, bae I ain’t using any moisturizer, it’s just my oily ass skin, I use a serum that’s a bit hydrating, skip moisturizer and use sunscreen afterwards”

“I don’t call that oily skin; I call that being a privilege”

He’s not normal, you doubted before but now you’re sure. (now I know, now I know)

The five minutes’ walk you were both chatting and giggling in felt like a one minute walk.

“oh, we’re here”

He said not sounding happy at all.

“c’mon in”

You invited him gesturing with your head towards the door.

“oh- no it’s okay no need to-“

“shut the fuck up and get inside lemme offer you a drink”

You walked to the door waiting for him to follow and you were sure he will.

He did.

You took off you shoes, wore the house slipper and offered him a pair too.

“so, water? Orange juice? Mango juice? Coke? Sprite? fanta-“

“damn do you have own a bar or something? Water please I don’t drink anything else”

“lmao acting all healthy while all you eat is burger king”

“what the heck? How do you know?”

“we ate lunch together stupid, and you spilled all of your secrets”

“oh right “

You shook your head at him and went to bring him a bottle of water from the kitchen.

As you were taking the bottle from the fridge, you glanced to see him looking so awkward, just standing there, which you thought was so cute and adorable but you quickly threw the thought out of the window and hurried to give him the bottle.

“thank you darling”

He said smirking at you.

“I ain’t your darling sweetie”

You smiled at each other, you both have the same sense of humor which is your conversations are never free of jokes and sarcasm.

“thank you for walking me home”

You said almost whispering cuz ew you hate saying cringy things out loud.

“I honestly got off the bus to laugh at your ass”

“yeah right, that’s why you ran all the way, to laugh at me “

“yup, exactly”

He bites his lips holding his smile, barely.

Oh no what’s happening to you…..

It’s been two months since you and Minho became friends, you’ve been hanging out A LOT lately, more than y’all probably should, even your best friend noticed it.

You were both, your best friend and you, in the class before the break period, chatting while the teacher is answering students’ questions.

“I’m REALLY craving pizza”

You whined at her.

“let your new boyfriend buys you some”

“Minho, his name is Minho and he’s not my boyfriend”

You said, getting defensive

“yup sorry, Minho, your boyfriend-to-be”

“stop it before someone hears you”

“hear what?”

‘speak of the devil’ you thought

“hey Minho”

You friend greeted him

“hey Sara how are doing?”

“I’m fine, you?”

Why are they chatting as if they knew each other since forever? This bothered you.

“what do you want Mr.Lee knows everything?”

he’s so used to your rudeness now, nothing affects hi-

shocked by your question, he answered anyway.

“you said you wanted me to join you in your audition”

He said in a new tone that you didn’t like.

“oh right! I always need you by my side in the hardships, my brave and noble knight”

You HAD to fix your attitude because making him sad was NOT an option, you’d rather cut your arm-

“I know how much I mean to you and how much you need me-“

You take it back

“shut the fuck and let us go so I can be the first one in line, bye Sara see you later”

“bye, GOOD LUCK!”

She screamed as you both walked out of the class.

“THANK YOU”

You screamed back

You linked your arms together, yours and his.

It’s a habit now, he’s cozy and you feel so comfortable around him despite the crush.

You arrived to the hall where the audition room is, you were so nervous, shaking and breathing heavily, it was an audition to the school play, you were into acting since you’re a fake ass b-

You loved movies and shows, you loved how with a plot and a scenario, you could live another life, which is you respected actors so much, how they can showcase a whole character and live its life, and how they step out of their own personality and reality.

You were breathing so fast you feel your heartbeat going crazy, when a sudden warmth covered your hands.

It was him.

“hey hey, look at me, breath, inhale, exhale, you’ll do well, you practiced million times, just imagine it’s you and me, just as we practiced, calm down”

You’re far beyond crushing on him now, you are certain, you are deeply in love with him, you couldn’t help but pull him into a hug, he froze for two seconds but soon he wrapped his arms around you, rubbed you back, squeezed you a bit.

“you’ll do well I promise”

“thank you Minho”

You broke the hug and gave him a grateful look.

He slapped your shoulder

“LETZZGOOOOO YOU CAN DO ITTT”

He screamed in the middle of the hall gathering attention.

On other occasion you’d scold him for screaming, but right now, how could you? He’s cheering you up, embarrassing you both in the process, you couldn’t do anything but stare lovingly at him, he’s so precious.

“if I get accepted, I’ll tell you something”

You will, you’ll tell him how you feel about him, even if you don’t pass the auditions, it won’t matter because his support is enough for you.

“I’m going in, wish me luck!”

“GOOD LUCK Y/N YOU GOT THIS”

You knocked the door and got in after hearing the permission to get in.

“you’ve got the support as we can hear” your teacher said.

You laughed in embarrassment, but also in pride.

“show us what you got”

Twenty minutes passed as Minho was waiting for you in the hall, his neck snapped to the door’s direction once he heard it, you finally got out, but he couldn’t read your face, you walked calmly to him, he opened his arms ready to comfort you but you surprised him when you held his face and kissed his left cheek.

You backed away and smiled widely at him.

“REALLY????”

He screamed looking shocked as fuck and you nodded

“YOU GOT IN??????”

“yes”

You said, feeling emotional.

And he took you in his arms lifting you while hugging you tightly.

“omg I’m so proud of you”

He said while brushing your hair with his fingers.

“stop it or I’ll cry”

You hit him on his shoulder.

“put me down now”

You told him but he’s still holding you.

“shhhhhh lemme embrace and appreciate you a bit”

Your heart is racing tt might jump out of its place.

“I have something important to tell you Minho”

He heard your serious tone and got you on your legs but he still got his hands around you.

“so,”

You started, while he was staring at you in anticipation.

“we’ve been friends for almost two months, right?”

You stated without actually really asking.

“and I-“

“two months and two days to be specific”

He added before you finish and you laughed at his usual habit of stating facts in unusual times.

“yes, friends for two months and two days, and I really found myself, like, really, you know?”

No he did not know, he was staring at you with his eyebrows raised making you even more nervous.

“go on you’re doing amazing sweetie”

He comforted you while squeezing your waist a bit to relax and continue.

“so basically, I am soooooooooo attracted to you, I really never thought that I’d-“

“oh….”

He interrupted you again but this time you weren’t sure you wanted to continue.

“….”

He kept staring at you, and you can’t read his face, it’s the face he makes when he spaces out and starts thinking, thinking in what? No one knows.

“why did you stop? Continue!”

He pulled you even closer and his expression has totally changed, to a playful one, with his cute smirk, so you smiled at him while putting your arms on his shoulders, getting cozier, the both of you.

“hmmm?”

He hummed, tilting his head to the side while smiling at you.

“the point is, I really like you, like a lot”

You finally said it, sighing because damn that was tough.

“oh y\n”

He sighed too, but with a smile.

“I’d kiss you if we weren’t in the middle of the hall-“

You cut him off by jumping to peck at his beautiful lips.

His expression was priceless, his eyes were wide and his mouth stayed at the position.

“this works too, I guess”

He giggled his cute giggle that gives you a stroke, and looked around avoiding eye contact.

“lee Minho are you SHY????” you screamed.

He shook you in his embrace acting like he’s mad and will kill you.

“but you didn’t tell me if you like me too….”

You said after realizing.

“wait- so you don’t really know?”

He said with pure shook on his face.

“know what?”

“I thought you already know that I liked you, wasn’t I being obvious?”

Oh, he likes you too…

“no, I didn’t know, I was too immersed in my own crush to notice your feelings, sorry”

You replied while playing with the hair on his neck KNOWING he’s sensitive in this area so you laughed at his reaction, he cringed with closed eyes.

“stop it”

He whined with the tinniest voice ever.

“I’d kiss the shit out of you if we weren’t in the hall-“

You said, this time, but he was the one that kissed you, deeply this time, with passion, he KISSED YOU!!!

He backed off with a satisfied expression, while you were still lost in your own feeling, you felt like your soul was leaving your body in the best way possible.

“I think we should go get our lunch before it gets crowded in the cafeteria”

You said to finally change the situation, so you linked your arms and started walking towards the cafeteria, as usual, no major changes, comfortable you were, and he’s still the same Minho.

(I hope you liked it, tell me what you think)

#lee know #lee know fluff #lino fluff #stray kids fluff #stray kids #lee minho

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chvnnie · 3 years ago

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im dying for a soft!dom felix in public, doesn't matter where it could be anywhere (library, a fitting room, a car, etc.) plsss

the way i had to write this immediately because i could not stop thinking about it-

The Game

lee felix x reader

word count: 1.4k

genre: smut - MINORS DNI

warnings: soft dom!felix, sub!reader, use of vibrator, teasing, mentions of alcohol, public sex (like they aren’t even subtle about it), unprotected sex (y’all should know better by now), mentions of spit, marking, this is just fluffy porn. if i missed anything, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

summary: it might be the easiest game to play, and you lost every single time.

a/n: i didn’t proofread this bc i’m feeling chaotic today

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents lee felix as a person or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

The rules to the game were simple. First to make a sound or do anything to draw attention to the two of you loses. In theory, it shouldn’t be hard - you were a fairly quiet person and never liked to draw too much attention to yourself. The problem was Felix, and the way he rigged the game so that you always lost.

All it was was getting drinks with friends. An easy, low key Saturday night. All week you had looked forward to unwinding and sipping a cosmo, talking shit about your coworkers or that stupid guy on his phone who cut you off and almost ran into you two days ago. It was a night you wanted - no, needed more than anything. A simple night to relax and let loose.

The booth you sat at was a half circle, made of comfortable black leather and packed full of people. You sat between Felix, who was at the edge, and Minho, shoulders touching both men and their’s touching yours. The lights were dim, tables lit only by fake candles in the center that glowed yellow. Chatter filled the space, the rock music slowly fading into the background. It was the best, and the worst place to play the game.

That’s exactly why when Chan brought up drinks, Felix suggested this place. There was some comfort in the darkness the bar offered which made it safe, but it was always crowded, adding to the risk of getting caught. It was perfect for you two to play in.

So you sat, thighs clenched and pressed together, trying to focus on Hyunjin’s story as Felix turned up the speed of the vibrator resting against your clit. All evening he had messed with the setting, changing from a constant vibration to a pulse, which he knew was your favorite, and alternating the speeds based on his mood. He loved watching the way you froze, deer in the highlights look on your face when he sped it up, and the way your shoulders immediately relaxed when he turned it off.

Maybe he was sadistic for thinking it was fun. But he didn’t care. Not when he heard a small whine slip past your lips as you sipped on your drink.

Felix put his phone in his pocket, leaving it on a high pulse, and put his arm around your shoulder. He felt the way your skin pimpled at the slightest touch. God, you were a mess. He gave it five, ten minutes tops before you broke.

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss right above your ear. “All good, love?” His voice was lower than usual, sending shivers down your spine.

“No.” The soft squeak barely audible.

Felix hummed, fingers ghosting up your shoulder to your hair. He took a strand and began to twirl it around his finger. “Ready to tap out?”

Knowing if you opened your mouth again, you’d lose immediately, you shook your head. He chuckled, absolutely loving the way you reacted to him. Fine, if you didn’t want to tap out, he could get you to surrender in other ways.

To everyone else at the table, it looked like Felix, the cuddle bug of the group, was just snuggling with his girlfriend. They were used to his PDA at this point; he never could keep his hands off you. But, under the table, his other hand was making its way up your thigh, pushing your dress up as it went. Felix felt the vibrations against his fingertips the closer he got to your center. He wasted no time pushing your panties aside and shoving two fingers into your warm cunt.

The added sensation made you jolt, knee accidentally hitting the table with a thud and knocking Minho’s whiskey onto his lap.

Quickly removing his hand from yours, his face shifted into one of concern. “What happened?”

That motherfucker.

“I ha-I had a leg spasm.” You said, voice weak and unbelievable. “Are you alright, Minho?”

Minho was patting useless thin bar napkins against his crotch, trying to soak up the amber colored liquor. “Fine, just looked like I pissed myself.”

“I’m so sorry-“

He waved you off, either not wanting to hear your apology or not wanting to accept it. “Can you guys let me out? I want to check if I have any extra clothes in my car.”

You followed Felix out of the booth, letting Minho squeeze out. While everyone was distracted with Minho leaving, Felix gripped your arm to pull you into him. “Say you don’t feel well. We’re leaving.”

So you did. With a shaky voice, you apologized to the group for making a scene, asking them to relay the apology to Minho. Their eyes filled with concern as they told you to go rest and text them when the two of you got home.

You didn’t even make it inside the car before he was on you.

Felix pushed your body against the driver’s door, lips immediately finding yours and devouring you. Finally alone, you let yourself release the moans that had built up in your throat. They were loud, needy, echoing throughout the empty parking garage even with Felix’s mouth muffling them.

He pulled away from you, spit connecting your lips as he grabbed your left leg and hoisted it up to wrap around his waist. “Fuck, I didn’t know how much longer I would last.” His fingers worked on his belt buckle and he dove into your neck, sucking little love bites onto it.

You whined, holding his head against your neck and grinding against him. “Need you, Lix.”

“Me, too.” Once he freed himself, his hands met your core, immediately moving to take the vibratior off you.

Your hand grasped his wrist, stopping his movements abruptly.

“N-no.” You panted as you shook your head, hoping Felix would get the point.

Judging by the way his slammed himself into you, hips crashing against your with a force that would leave you bruised, he got it.

“Fuck.” One hand on your hip, the other gripped the back of your head, pulling your hair to look at him. His thrust had the vibrator pressing against your clit harder, your lower stomach twitching in anticipation of your release. Your moans quickly turned into soft screams, the idea of someone hearing the two of you no longer a priority. “You’re so pretty when you scream for me like that.”

Your hands gripped his shirt, holding him close to try to stabilize yourself. Felix preferred to take his time, showering you with kisses and praises as he expressed his love for you with his hips. Never did he rush, never was he in a hurry. When you two were at home, he took all the time he wanted to pleasure you.

That was why you loved the game. The side of Felix it brought out was animalistic, same loving demeanor with a quick pace and depth that made you feel just a toy to him. It was a different side of Felix that wasn’t remotely like him.

And you were the only one who got to see it.

His lips pressed against your collarbones, lowering as much as he could to cover the swells of your breasts in kisses. The hand in your hair moved to your left boob, squeezing with a softness that didn’t match his pace.

“Love you.” He moaned, kisses leaving spit in their wake. “Love when you’re needy like this.” He pulled the top of your dress down, immediately capturing your nipple and biting down on it as he sucked.

That was all you needed to send you over the edge.

“Lix.” Your nails dug into his chest, slowly feeling yourself lose control. “Gonna cum.” A shrill moan left your mouth, and echoed around the two of you.

“Do it. Fuck, cum around my cock baby. Want you to soak me.” He continued his work on your nipple, pushing you far over the edge.

The orgasm that coursed through your body had you weak, hitting you hard and causing your body to go limp. You moaned his name through it, thank yous and praises almost unrecognizable.

The pressure of you clenching against him as you came made Felix reach his breaking point. He pulled himself out of you right as he started to cum, painting your pussy with his essence.

Felix collapsed into you, body shaky and sweating. The leg that was around his hip dropped to the ground with a thud, echoing off the walls like your moans did moments before.

“So good.” His breath was hot against your neck. “I love when we do this.”

You smiled as you began to catch your breath. “Me too.”

That was the thing about the game. Winning got you nothing.

Losing got you everything.

taglist: @lix-ables

©: chvnnie 2022

#skz smut #stray kids smut #lee felix smut #felix smut #skz drabbles

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astraystayyh · 2 years ago

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A sun and a moon

pairing: minho x reader, pre-established relationship.

genre: hurt/comfort. reader is going through a rough patch.

On days when the mere thought of breathing gets tiring, Minho makes it feel a bit easier.

Please let me know if you enjoyed reading, it means a lot to me <3

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It was one of those weeks when you woke up every day feeling out of place. In your home, in your mind, in your body.

You never really understood why you'd start feeling this way. It would happen out of the blue, and you'd be forced to carry the heavy weight of your insecurities with you throughout the day.

On days like these, you'd wish you'd be able to crawl out of your skin, float in the air, and not feel anything. You'd give everything to quiet the thoughts in your head that criticize your every move- the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you breathe.

Minho would always notice- how you wither down like a flower that was left to fend for itself, rootless. You'd become quiet, afraid that if you ever spoke, you'd break down and he'd be forced to pick up your shattered pieces. You didn't want to be a burden for him, you wanted to be easy to love.

And when Minho noticed, he didn't comment. Because he knew that part of being human is feeling down, and that it can't always be sunshine and roses. But what he didn't convey in words, he did in actions. He would kiss your forehead randomly, his fingers threading gently through your hair. He'd make you lunch, drawing a smiley face on the rice with sauce. He'd bring you water, making sure you drank it all, patting your head when you are done.

He wouldn't talk, but his gestures spoke for him- they were telling you, 'I know, I know you are not feeling like yourself and I still love you'.

But you couldn't voice your gratitude or your love for him. And it made you resent yourself more. You'd spiral down, and you'd start to think that he deserves someone else, someone better. Someone who doesn't sit on a couch unmoving; selfishly hoping that the universe would pass on their insecurities to somebody else.

"I'm sorry", you mutter on a particularly draining night, and he frowns, placing his chopsticks down.

"I'm sorry you are stuck with me. You deserve better", you slip out, angry tears welling up in your eyes. You don't even know why you spoke. Maybe it was the sight of the dinner he made you left untouched, because you couldn't bring yourself to eat it.

He's quick to your side, kneeling in front of you and holding your hand in his. "There is no one better, sweetheart. There is only you", he reassures, his tone so soft it makes you cry even more.

His warm hand in yours doesn't make the insecurities go away, but for a minute, your mind forgets. It allows you a moment of solace- like a rainbow that comes once in a while to remind you that the sun will shine again.

That night in bed, Minho pulls your body toward his, your back snug against his chest.

"You know, they say that the moon and the sun are lovers", he starts off, tone hushed. "And they say that one day, the sun started to notice how soft the moon's light is, compared to its own warm rays. And how lovers always write poems about the moon, when no one can look at the sun for too long", he pauses, and you nod to show him you are listening.

"And the sun thinks, maybe... maybe the moon deserves a better star to love". He's talking about you, you realize. You are the sun and he is the moon.

"But... what the sun doesn't know is that the moon only shines because it reflects the sun's light. The moon wouldn't be the moon without the sun. Just like I would be nothing without you, my love".

Minho kisses the back of your head, and you shake in his arms, your sobs resounding loudly in the room. "I am who I am because of you", he whispers right in your ear, hugging you even tighter to him.

Right now, you aren't okay, and Minho's words don't fix everything. But they are the light at the end of the tunnel, so you clutch onto them. You store them in a sacred cabinet in your mind, in the wait of the day where you'll wholeheartedly believe them.

It will happen soon, you think to yourself. Soon, you'll be okay again, and Minho will still be by your side.

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kikisfuneralservice · 3 years ago

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CHOI MINHO BF HEADCANONS

always wanted to know what choi minho is like as a boyfriend? your questions have been answered…

includes NSFW content‼️

*ALL CONTENT IS PURELY FICTIONAL AND NON-ASSOCIATIVE WITH ANY OF SHINEE OR SM ENTERTAINMENT- PURELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES!*

FLUFF:

always wakes up before you so he ends up getting you something to eat

it isn't even always a full breakfast either sometimes it’s just a poptart and an apple or a granola bar and some orange juice bc u dont trust him in the kitchen

absolutely smitten boy. just a 24/7 simp

unapologetically holds ur bag/purse for you- sometimes not even when ur stepping into a shop, he’ll just take it from you while you’re walking bc it’s “too heavy”

we all just know he wants it to take the gum from ur bag tho we’re not fooled, minho

unironically likes the little blue dots in the mint gum and it’s disgusting but for some reason it’s his favorite part i just wanted to add that idk

vv protective of you - he’ll ask you who you were talking to regardless of gender and ask if u have any romantic attraction to them bc he is nervous

literally no, minho; calm down

loves holding u in his arms bc he likes how small you look compared to him

likes to compare ur hand sizes n shit cuz he’s whipped

also when u walk with him and ur holding hands he likes to swing them bc he thinks it’s cute HA

wants to learn how to do hair and makeup bc he wants to do it for u just to say that he did it

kills spiders for you! and feels proud doing so

tries to call you nicknames, but it always comes out wrong or awkward, but it’s funny, so it’s ok

lets you do his hair and shit because he “wants to look pretty too”

he thinks everything is a competition so even at the state fucking fair he’s throwing his entire body into the ring around the bottle game to get u a giant fucking giraffe doll that u can get easily on amazon for $10

“u need this i must acquire this for you and win”

also is obsessed with those mallet games where u smack the mallet down and it tells u how strong u are

uses his rigged score to prove how strong he is and the whole rest of the day he has his arm around you and flexing the other bc he’s just that satisfied

buys little things that remind him of you

“minho what is this”- “it’s a skunk salt shaker!! isn't it funny??? the salt comes out of his butt! :D” -“how does this remind you of me i’m scared to ask”

knows all your orders by heart

he’ll get to somewhere and get so caught up in your order that he leaves 15 mins later realizing he never got food for himself

it’s ok he just gets mcdonalds on the way home plus he wants the how to train your dragon toy

im writing way too many wow next section

SMUT:

ok so... likes holding your hand- lemme explain

literally loves missionary i cannot tell u why he just does

wants to hold ur hand and keep them against the bed frame

just wants to be as close to you as possible

he’s hyper-focused on the intimacy part

has a breeding kink i know it

gets excited whenever he’s with kids so when u mention it to him he instantly pops a boner

loves when u sit on his lap bc he likes rutting your hips against him

just cuz ya know

not a freaky guy just wants to hold u tight and love u slow

very vocal bc he knows u like that

it’s not worth it to him if he cant verbalize anything if u know what i mean

doesn't like keeping quiet :)

loves pleasuring u or whatever

very good at fingering you like it’s scary

could get off just on his fingers oops

doesn’t like toys bc he only wants him to satisfy u and thats it >:(

NEED TO ELABORATE ON THE BREEDING KINK FOR A HOT SEC

simply just gets hard at the thought of getting u pregnant nAUR

so when ur like “let’s have a baby” and give him those eyes

whewy ok

pounces on ya

goes rough bc he’s excited and he thinks if he goes faster that it’ll get u pregnant faster AHHAAHAHAH

has always loved having sex w you but after this it kinda solidifies it and he’s like we gotta do it everyday 👀 so it’ll work 👀 and ur like honey that’s not how it works

as soon as u tell him ur pregnant he gets emotional but once he calms down he just gets really horny again cuz he can’t help it💀 cuz he knows that he did that💀

is an ass kind of guy but doesn’t discriminate on tits

he likes grabbing ur ass,,, like a lot

he knows all the places u like being touched and you know his which makes it fun

also likes to watch u ride him with your hands on his abdomen :/

mostly is on top tho bc he likes having you under him so he can see u better

loves manhandling u tho

like this is a strong word but he loved to fondle you

and,,, and smacking ur ass- literally just grabbing and smacking cuz,,, cuz,,, cuz,,, ur hot and he can’t not let out his sexual frustration on u

like when he gets horny he’s just VERY grabby and touchy like a small child who has never walked into a walmart before and needs to touch literally everything

will kiss you during sex just to hear you moan in his mouth

needs to clear the near vicinity before any of this bc y’all like to be fucking loud

kibum at the door just wanting to pick up the hairbrush he left behind on accident: 🧍

wants you to leave hickeys and scratches on him bc that’s how he knows he did good

plus likes to joke about it when ppl ask him what animal mauled him

reeeaaaallllyyyyy likes mirror sex

ok listen tho

he likes fucking u slow against the counter from behind so you can see too……

he thinks ur so pretty he just wants u to see too

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that’s it!! this was literally just a shitpost basically, and my taemin drabble will be up later. it was originally supposed to come out today, but some altercations changed that, and i apologize! :( thank you for reading and leave a like or reblog- or follow me on twitter.

#shinee #shinee x reader #kpop fic #shinee headcanons #choi minho #shinee fluff #kpop #shinee fic #minho fluff #shinee smut #kpop fluff #kpop smut

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sailorhyunjinz · 3 years ago

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~ 𝘉𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 ~

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ; bf!minho x fem!reader

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ; fluff/smut, established relationship, soft sex, vanilla sex, slight nipple play, nicknames, no power dynamics, piv, fingering, missionary, unprotected sex (be careful plz), praise kink, orgasm (m/f), cum.

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ; 2.6 k

𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 ; ye ye by the cute baby @yunkiwii <33 thank youuu suni~~

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦 ; ah yeah, more soft sex. very cozy also do i ever write fics with minho that doesnt include his cats? no, never. also i kinda like writing these smut scenes where its more realistic? (not really) but like things like its not that you are always ready to get railed, sometimes you are just chilling in your old ass panties and thats alright~

also why is the header so small jesus christ i cant edit pics for shit

26. “I wanna be your favorite boy” ; Rex Orange County - Best Friend

29. “Maybe I would like you better if you took off your clothes” ; The 1975 - If you’re too shy (Let me know)

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥.

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 18.

In the tiny shared apartment lived you, Minho and his three cats - Soonie, Doongie and Dori. It wasn't a grand place but at least you and Minho were happy because you had each other near at all times but a bigger kitchen wouldn't hurt for all of Minho's cooking adventures, turning the stove to a mess and having to play rock, paper, scissor to decide who would to the dishes.

"Hey, Doongie! Not there!" you yelled at the cat that was scratching the sofa that the cats had decided would be the next scratching post.

"Let Doongie be, my baby didn't do anything wrong, right~?" he cooed at the cat the picked up, rocking it in his arms like a baby, kissing it's fluffy head to which it let out a small meow. "See? He even said yes." You tsked in disapproval.

"If only you loved me like that" you said, rolling your eyes and grabbing a teabag from the cupboard, putting it in a cup. Minho smiled at you, him wearing his glasses since he was dilegently typing away on his computer. His back was faced towards you and you furrowed your eyebrows when he didn't answer back, wondering what was so important on the screen. With quiet steps you inch closer to the dining table where he was sitting, peeking over his broad shoulder only to find Minho scrolling past hundreds of abandoned cat ads.

"Minho, we are not getting another cat" you complained, putting your chin on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around his back. He turned his head slightly to turn to you, his angular face looking even sexier in a pair of round thin wired glasses.

"But look at this one, look! He's practically begging. 'y/n, I wanna be your favorite boy!'" he said in a light voice that was supposed to imitate the cat. You laughed, pecking him on the cheek and observing the cute creature on the display, a brown and white marbled stray cat with gleaming dark eyes.

"But aren't you supposed to be my favorite boy?" you say, nuzzling your nose into his neck, earning a giggle from him due to the ticklish feeling that stimulated the sensitive nerves.

"I already am" Minho stated cockily, just as savage as his cats. With a condescending smile you went back to the teapot that was bubbling fiercely with water, the steam billowing out and vaporizing into the air.

"What'd you smile like that for?" he chuckled, turning around fully and removing his glasses, placing them neatly beside the computer.

"Like what?" you said, your gaze scanning him from head to toe making Minho feel challenged, it was his job to be the sassy one.

"Like that!" he said, tilting his head in confusion as he laughed, displaying his teeth.

"I don't know, maybe you should show me how much you wanna be my favorite boy because currently Dori owns that spot~" you said, copying his tone with a smirk, dunking your teabag in the clear teacup.

"Ah yeah? What should I do then? Dinner? Flowers?" he said, standing up from his seat and giving you a backhug, a whiff of his sultry cologne hitting your nose and making you addicted to his warm embrace.

"Maybe I would like you better if you took your clothes off"

Minho scoffed at your attitude that subtly turned him on, he liked it when you were the wittiest and sharpest person he knew in the day but the sweetest angel in bed with him at night.

“Then imma do this” he said, his right hand descending down your loose clothes, lightly grazing over your clothed cunt. You flinched back, dropping the teabag into the browning liquid and grabbing onto the edge of the grey counter.

“M-minho!” you stuttered, not expecting him to be this bold. You turned your head, instantly being greeted by his soft lips on yours, your eyes widening before closing, your eyelashes gently fluttering below your lids. He tasted sweet as his tongue coaxed yours by licking your bottom lip teasingly, the two tongues finally meeting and gliding over each other as the slightly lewd sound of lips smacking against each other ringed in your ears. You felt your face getting hotter, Minho’s neck turning red as a vein made it’s appearence. As you turned around do face him he trapped you between him and the counter, nearly knocking the teacup as he brought his hand up to your face, cupping your warm cheek and deepening the embrace. He chuckled into the kiss as one of the cats walked between the two of you, dragging it’s tail against Minho’s leg, your teeth accidentally bumping into each other as you turned your head to the side.

It was only natural that your body reacted, your body drawn to his. You couldn’t help but to explore his body with your hands like you’ve done so many times before, you knew exactly which spots turned him on the most, where he was the most sensitive. Snaking your hand down his firm abdomen you landed right above his crotch, fiddling with his belt buckle causing Minho to grin devilishly against your lips.

“Oh, so that’s what you want?” he says, running his tongue over his teeth as he pulled away from you, his hot breath lingering near you. You nod shyly, getting caught in the feeling of your heart thumping, the blood rushing south. Minho patted your hair, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and looking at you with the utmost adoration. His eyes always twinkled when he gazed at you.

His hands had a firm grip on your hips as the two of you twirled around the cluttered living room, the cats observing your cheesy acts as your lips met again, Minho leaving soft kisses on your neck, you tilting your head to the side to grant him more access to your sensitive skin where he left his sloppy fluttery smooches. You bit your lip, coating it in saliva as your hands undid his belt, pulling down the zipper slowly and palming the boy through his underwear, his cock solid against the palm of your hand. He hissed against the supple skin, his hands running over the valleys of your tits, kneading them in his hands that were decorated with dainty silver rings. Minho pushed you down against the plush small couch, standing in front of you as he pulled his t-shirt over his mellowly dark hair, you doing the same moments after, exposing your boobs as the cold air made your nipples hard, teasing Minho. You lied down on the couch, moving your hair out of your face and lifting your hips as you freed yourself from your comfortable pyjama pants and panties that has turned to a different color from the last time Minho did the laundry. In a not so glamorous fashion you kicked them off your ankles, landing gently against the wood flooring and leaving you fully exposed to him, his eyes hungrily scanning your body.

The way he removed his pants always made you squirm, helplessly rubbing your thighs together as his veiny hands hooked on the elastic top of his boxers and swiftly pulling them downwards, his hard dick springing free, glistening in the sun that shined through the small windows that were decorated with all kinds of plants in all colors and sizes. He gave you a final mischievous smile with his dull lips before accompanying you on the couch, hovering above you. The warmth of his skin radiated onto yours as he pushed his body against you, feeling the hardened nubs of your nipples press against his chest, leaning down to press a kiss on your jaw, fingers tracing figures, spiraling down. You gulped as his fingers got closer and closer to your wet pussy, the entire time he whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

“You’re such a good girl, hm? I love you, angelbaby” he said in a raspy voice, vibrating through your ear as his fingers lightly kissed your folds, gasping quietly when he felt your wetness, slick coating his fingers. “fuck, you’re so wet baby” he said a saccharine voice. You covered your face with your hands to which Minho grabbed your wrist, putting them to the sides. “You’re so pretty y/n, don’t be shy.”

He played with your swollen nub, clit throbbing as the arousal pooled around your core. The tip of Minho’s nose rubbed against yours as your breathing got heavy from nervousness. You had been here so many times, underneath him and in his arms but he somehow always managed to make it feel like the first time the two of you made love, in the comfort of his bed with a dim light, messing under the covers like two innocent teenagers. Now things were different but still as magical. Minho pressed a kiss to your ear, whispering softly as your heart was igniting fireworks, making you tense.

“Relax baby, i’m gonna use my fingers. It’s alright, shhh,,, I’m here” he murmured as he inserted one finger followed by the other one into your tight sopping hole causing you to flinch from the momentary discomfort before the your walls adjusted around his digits. “Does it feel alright?” he said in a low voice to not startle you.

“y-yes Minho, please more” you croaked out, him complying to your words and slowly wiggling his fingers inside of you, earning a breathless whimper from you.

“I love to see you all shy like this, you’re adorable” he said with a proud smile, you laughing at his corniness.

“I’m not shy! It’s just a thing you do to me” you said followed by another broken moan. Minho felt his heart beat from your words, the moans an erotic bonus. He slowly moved his fingers in and out your pussy, the subtle squelching tempting him to fuck you so slow, take his time and make you feel good. Make you feel special. You shivered as his lips attached on your nipples, swirling his tongue around one of the erected nipples, gently nibbling on the skin, tasting the softness of you.

“I do? What a coincidence cause you do things to me too” he says enthusiastically, causing you to chuckle.

“Yeah,,, I can see that” you say, peering down to his delicate cock, his cheeks flaming up in embarrassment.

“Ya! That’s not the same thing!” he states, shaking his fingers with more vigour, a broken moan spilling from your parted lips. You grab his wrist in stimulation, squirming on the small sofa. Your core was blazing with pure arousal, cunt getting wetter around his decorated fingers.

“W-wait Minho,,, a-ah,, please fuck me~” you said in a thin voice, his dark brown eyes spilling pure honey as they gazed your angelic sensual face, it was the pretty face he woke up to and fell asleep with every morning and night. It was all he loved in this world, besides his cats that is. He removed his fingers, licking the juices that gleamed in the light from outside, savoring the taste of your vulgar liquids. He hummed as he kisses you, spreading your legs that were now hanging over the edges of the sofa, the two of you trying to make space with all the piles of laundry and throwpillows that clouded the small area. You tasted yourself on his tongue, his hot saliva making it’s way into your mouth, some dripping from the corners of your mouth as the kiss got sloppier, Minho aligning himself with your entrance.

“I love you so much y/n, c-can I,,?” he asked with a small voice to which you nodded, granting him permission to gently push inside you, him grunting from how your tight walls engulfed his throbbing cock. You exhaled with relief as he bottomed out inside you but despite being balls deep inside you he had a softness in his eyes that was unlike anything you’ve seen before. True infatuation. You whispered back a weak “i love you too”, grabbing onto his wide forearms, him working out despite hating it. He slowly started thrusting in and out of you in an even pace, his head hanging low as he bit the inside of his cheek in order to muffle his grunts, you running your hands through his lucious locks, giving the top of his head a kiss, Minho’s heart melting. You clenched around his cock, clamping your walls around him as he hit just the right stop.

“p-please don’t stop” you said breathlessly, your hands flying holding onto his hair, gently pulling it. The soft smile that painted his face as he looked up at you made your stomach flutter even more then it already was, the boy shimmying upwards so that his face was directly above you, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours as his hips softly rolled against yours, pressing kisses on your lips. He chased his high desperatly, breath rapidly changing as he was close, the thrusts getting faster, nestling deep inside your velvety walls. His one hand was beside your head, the other one gently lingering on your stomach, making it’s way down to your swollen clit and relentlessly rubbing circles on the sensitive bud causing you to let out a loud gasp from between your parted lips.

“o-oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” you say, your chest heaving as your tits bounced subtly from the impact of his slow but deep momentum. The rough pad of his thumb continued it’s actions, throwing you off your tipping point and making you shut your eyes tightly as your vision went blurry, a hot flash washing over your overwhelmed body. Minho shushed you in a comforting manner, the fingers that were on your clit now in your mouth, you sucking eagerly to comfort the burning in your core that subsided like the way a match burns out. You scrunched your nose as you tasted yourself on his fingers, coating them in saliva as your cunt throbbed, his cock covered in your thick juices.

“a-ah fuck!” he groaned, pulling out and leaving you without stimulation, your puffy hole longing for his cock. With a couple of strokes of his dick his hot cum spurted all over your stomach and tits, coating the erected nubs in a slightly sticky liquid. The both of you panted, Minho just throwing himself over your body, not caring if his cum smeared on his chest. You smiled in pleasure as your muscles relaxed, your arms enveloping the boy.

“You did so well Minho~" you say as you stroke your cheek against his hair, his head on your chest. He laughs.

“That’s usually what I say!” You both laugh, in unison saying; “I love you, y/n”, bursting out in a louder laugh that made the cats heads to turn in confusion.

“You are making fun of me!” Minho says in embarrassment but you shook your head.

“Even if you say the same thing every time we have sex I love it and I love you just as much every time” Your tone sounded mellow, Minho melting in your arms as he gazed up at you for a second before peppering kisses all over your face, you giggling and squealing from him being dangerously near where you are ticklish. With a final kiss on your lips he looked at the mess he had caused, stiffening sticky cum splattered on your tummy and his.

“Soonie, bring us a towel” The orange cat licked its paw, not reacting to it’s own name causing you to continue giggling.

“He’s not a dog!” you say through your small fits of laughter. Minho cocked his eyebrow, nuzzling his face into the comfort of your neck.

“Then maybe we should get a dog”

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avewritesmr · 3 years ago

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Stray kids reaction to y/k having tattoo sleeves? 🙏🏻 I’ve seen reactions where they specified a couple tattoos but I wanna know what their reaction would be with someone that has sleeves. Or wants to get more tattoos (; also could some of the settings be like on a date? Like during the stage where they’re getting to know y/k?) thnx 💓

Reaction to boyfriend who has a tattoo sleeve

A/N: So I only did three members (picked at random) to avoid this getting repetitive, I think I strayed a little off topic, not sure, but please let me know what you think of it anonie, I loved writing it, and I am so sorry it has taken me so long to write it, all the love and in hopes of having more time to write now that college application and decision time is coming to a wrap 💖

Seo Changbin (Implied NSFW Content)

y/n and Changbin meet on the coldest day of winter, it’s literally freezing and the entire city is basically iced over.

y/n is the new producer at JYP and it just so happens that Changbin is asked to work with y/n on a project.

At first Changbin is really skeptical, y/n is this quiet, kind of scary looking person and he communicates through glaring and frowning instead of words.

Then Changbin starts to slowly get to know him and things change, he finds out that y/n isn’t rude or scary and they get pretty close throughout the time they are working on the project.

When they are no longer work colleagues and the project is complete, Changbin works up the courage to ask y/n out on a date.

They don’t officially date or anything for a while, they go out together on a couple dates and hang out, they spend lots of time together and it is very obvious they are both basically in love with each other.

y/n doesn’t try to hide his tattoos or anything, Changbin’s seen a few of them, the one on the side of his neck and the ones on his wrists and knuckles but he’s never seen the whole thing.

Then one day they’re sitting in Changbin’s studio and somehow y/n spills an entire thing of iced coffee on himself and he’s only wearing a long sleeved shirt.

Changbin has a spare shirt from dance practice so he goes to grab it and in the meantime y/n pulls his dirty shirt off.

Changbin finds the shirt in a drawer and turns around to give it to y/n and he just freezes.

y/n doesn’t even notice him staring, he takes the shirt offered to him and slips it on going back to whatever he was doing before while poor Changbin stares on in shocked silence. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

“You have so many tattoos.” Changbin mutters quietly.

y/n smiles slightly, “You don’t like them?”Changbin shakes his head quickly, he loves them, if he had wanted to kiss y/n before now he wants to jump the other man’s bones, he thinks they are hot and such a turn on.

y/n seems to understand as much and he goes out of his way after that to put them on display even though it’s still freezing outside.

Changbin isn’t complaining (at first), after a while he just finds himself staring at y/n’s tattoos, they aren’t even officially dating so he can’t just grab y/n’s arms and trace over the tattoos or ask the older to do anything to him.The whole thing leads to a lot of frustration on Changbin’s end and a lot of amusement on y/n’s.

“You know you can look at my tattoos if you want, you don’t need to look away every time I look in your general direction.”Changbin’s cheeks flare read but he hesitantly moves to sit closer to y/n and runs the tips of his fingers across one of the many tattoos.

“They’re so hot.” Changbin slaps a hand over his mouth as soon as the words leave it, y/n on the other hand finds this hilarious.

“Are they?” He is so close to Changbins face and his arm has moved to wrap around Changbin’s waist.Changbin remembers every thought he’s ever had about y/n’s hands and the tattoos and what he wants the older to do to him and he can see all the tattoos so close that it makes everything so much worse.

y/n’s smirk is enough to convince him to move towards the older and pull the other’s arm around his waist, he has no idea where the confidence comes from but at this point he has nothing to lose and he’s been fantasizing for way too long anyways.

Things end up so much better than he had every dreamed of and he has to concede that tattoos are the hottest thing ever, especially when they’re y/n’s and they stand out on white knuckles that hold Changbin’s hips down.

Hwang Hyunjin

Hyunjin loves tattoos, he thinks they're cool and the moment JYP lets him get a tattoo (I am not sure if he already has a tattoo tbh) he is getting a tattoo because tattoos are just so cool.

So why doesn't Hyunjin know that his boyfriend (of like 4 months) has enough tattoos to cover 90% of the skin on his right arm? Simple, answer.

y/n is an idol, he isn't aloud to show his tattoos on national television, and since a lot of his initial interactions with

Hyunjin had been backstage at music shows...

music shows = no tattoos being shown.

So let's go back to the beginning to get a clear picture

Hyunjin and y/n first meet at a music show backstage, Hyunjin has heard of y/n but he hasn't really seen pictures of the other that often and now he is face to face with probably the most attractive person he has met in a long time.

y/n is leaning against a wall in the hallway outside the bathroom in a beautifully tailored suit and Hyunjin, who is walking out of the bathroom, is completely enamored by this man that he might know the name of but can't be sure.

person walks past Hyunjin and y/n shoves his phone into his pocket talking happily to said person before they disappear down the hallway.

Detective Hyunjin mode = activated.

His detective work involves a quick google search to identify what group y/n is in and confirm his name, turns out he was right about the name and so he spends the next 2 hours of waiting before he has to preform just scrolling through pictures and tweets about y/n.

He resolves that day that he needs to talk to the other no matter what it takes, he just needs y/n's number.

His first plan is to recruit Jisung and Jeongin's help because they tend to find talking to new people easier and maybe he won't be as awkward if he talks to y/n with other people present.

This plan falls through very quickly because instead of helping all Jeongin and Jisung do is laugh at him.

He turns to his second (and last) plan.

Lee Minho is 2 months older than y/n, so maybe by some stroke of luck Minho knows y/n, or someone in his group, and Hyunjin can maybe convince Minho to help him start a conversation with the other.

Hyunjin is in luck, not only is Minho more empathetic about his hardships than Jisung and Jeongin but he just so happens to know y/n well enough to be able to walk up to him and strike up conversation.

Hyunjin follows Minho with gradually decreasing confidence. Sure he is going to get the chance to talk to y/n, which is what he wanted, but what the hell is he going to say?

Should he just ask for the others number?

Just introduce himself and maybe y/n will ask for his number? Maybe he can just turn around now and run away before this gets particularly embarrassing for him?

Maybe the floor underneath him will open up and swallow him whole because good lord y/n just smiled in his general direction and why are there so many people in this area at this specific time?

Turns out y/n wasn't smiling specifically at him, he was smiling more at Minho.

"This is Hyunjin, he wanted to tag along."

"Hey, I'm y/n, it's nice to meet you." Maybe his smile will kill Hyunjin before he remembers how to talk.

"uhh-hh, yes I know, I- uh, Hyunjin." God why was that so awkward someone save him, where did Minho walk off to? who is that? why did he take Minho away from him?

"Are you okay?"

"yeah, yeah, I am good." god he needed salvation right now.Basically, Hyunjin is awkward and nervous and he feels like the first meeting is a complete disaster and y/n will never talk to him again.

Somehow though y/n decided he isn't pitiful enough to ignore and walk away from, it takes a bit of prodding and joking on y/n's part for Hyunjin to relax a little and they hold a decent conversation. When Minho informs Hyunjin they have to head back y/n is typing his number into Hyunjin's phone and urging him to send a text whenever.

y/n and Hyunjin talk often after that, they meet again just a little over a week later backstage at a music show again and decided that they should take the risk and start dating.

They're moving a little quickly true, but, they can learn more about each other as time goes on.

Neither one of them is necessarily free at any one point in time, they see each other at a few events but their dating is limited to talking over the phone and basically texting all the time.

And then the day comes.

Hyunjin has the day off and y/n has wrapped up a photo shoot, the timing is perfect, the managers are okay with it and Hyunjin is buzzing with excitement because it's been almost 4 months and he is going to go to his boyfriend now.

They decide to meet at y/n's empty dorm just to be in each others presence.

So Hyunjin is standing outside the dorm door waiting for y/n to let him in and he is just shaking with happiness.

So when y/n opens the door with his hair a little messy and no make up on, Hyunjin's first instinct is to launch himself at the other and hug him as tightly as he can.

They might not have been able to see each other these last four months but that doesn't mean Hyunjin hasn't learned enough about the other to love him.

y/n only laughs and pulls him into the dorm hugging back with a soft smile on his face.

Hyunjin is so busy hugging y/n that he doesn't see the tattoos covering y/n's right arm.

He doesn't see them in fact until after he's been ushered into y/n's room and is about to head towards the cat laying under the window.

He turns around to ask y/n about the cat's name and then freezes because holy mother of all beings is that a tattoo sleeve?

"Yeah, is it a problem?"

"A problem? god no!" Hyunjin moves closer to war his fingers around y/n's arm and raise it so he can inspect the intricate designs.

"They look so cool, this just makes me want a tattoo even more." y/n laughs, "I can take you to get one." Hyunjin looks up with starry eyes.

"Management would kill, but I don't really care anymore."

"Maybe you should get it okayed before you do anything?"

"If they try to kill me you'll come riding in on a motorbike and wearing a leather jacket and save me." Hyunjin replies with a serious face.

y/n laughs, "That is just a stereotype, my mom would kill me if I got on a motorbike."So what did Hyunjin learn today?

He definitely wants a tattoo and wouldn't mind getting yelled at by management for getting one behind their back. He wants y/n to go with him because this man is an expert and if anyone (y/n included) disagrees then Hyunjin will be inclined to fight them.

y/n is 100% a mama's boy and Hyunjin is living for it (Another one of his life sources at this point in time is y/n's tattooed arm wrapped around his waist but he doesn't want to discuss those emotions just yet).

Yang Jeongin (I.N)

So y/n’s a barista at a cafe and that is how Jeongin meets him first, it is late summer, the uniform for the cafe workers is a button down white shirt so even though it is 35 degrees (Celsius) out Jeongin never sees y/n in anything but his work uniform which is a long sleeve button down white shirt.

After 2 months of (not really) subtle crushing Jeongin asks y/n for his phone number, they chat for a few days and then go on their first date in early October.

The date is a sweet, cliche outing, Jeongin is a blushing mess 90% of the time and y/n treats him with so much care. Dates aren’t that frequent after the first one but just before winter Jeongin and y/n make it official.

At this point it is so cold that there is never a moment for Jeongin to see y/n without a coat, hoodie or long sleeved shirt, so he lives a life of blissful ignorance for almost a month.

And then one day he is sitting at the counter in the cafe, y/n is just finishing his shift and Jeongin is waiting for him.

The manager walks by and tells y/n to clean up before he hands over to the next person and so y/n moves to the sink and rolls up his sleeves.

Jeongin isn’t really paying attention, he’s a little focused on his phone, but then he looks up.

😯 = Yang Jeongin when he saw y/n’s tattoos.

“Your face literally just derailed.”

“I didn’t know you had tattoos.”

“Well you didn’t really ever get a chance to see them.” Silence.

“I am sorry I probably should have told you before this.”Jeongin doesn’t respond to that, he doesn’t know how to, so he sits in silence contemplating the situation, while y/n finishes up. When they walk out of the cafe it is in strained silence, Jeongin doesn’t like it at all.

“Can I see them?”

“Sure, let’s go sit somewhere.”They end up on a park bench, y/n with his sleeves rolled up and Jeongin carefully tracing the ink covering y/n’s arm his eyes widened in awe.

“What’s the meaning behind thisone?”

“Nothing really, I got it because I thought it looked nice.”Jeongin laughs lightly and goes back to studying the tattoos on y/n’s arm, now that he is over the initial shock of discovering the tattoos he is enraptured by them.

He’ll probably stare at them whenever y/n wears something short sleeved, or rolls up his sleeves.

He genuinely thinks they are really cool and thinks his boyfriend is like a million times cooler with them.

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luvidzy · 3 years ago

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☆ genre: fluff

☆ pairing: kim seungmin x reader

☆ summary: an anonymous person is writing poetry and you are determined to get to the bottom of it

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You honestly hadn’t even noticed at first. You weren’t really into the school paper, so you didn’t read it very often unless Felix decided there was something interesting you just had to know. Which is exactly how you found out about your secret admirer posting about you in the paper.

“Y/N, you have to see this!” Felix’s voice rang out as he slid into the seat next to you. You looked up, less than thrilled to be interrupted in the middle of trying to study for your Greek Classics test tomorrow, but you couldn’t stop yourself from setting your pencil down at Felix’s excited expression.

“Yes, Felix?” You asked, trying to hide the exasperation in your voice. If Felix noticed, he didn’t let him affect his excitement as he pulled the school paper out from under his arm, unrolled it and smacked it down on the table in front of you.

Your eyes scanned the front page, trying to figure out what Felix was so eager to show you, but nothing stood out. There was an article about the softball team, an article about an upcoming concert by 3racha, and a column that was talking about new things to do on campus. Nothing particularly interesting, and also nothing that you hadn’t seen before in the paper.

“So I was looking at the paper, and something caught my eyes. Come on, you have to read it,” Felix urged, his eyes sparkling as his freckles crinkled beside his eyes. You rested your forearms on the table, signalling to him that you were listening. Felix began to flip through the pages, before he landed on one of the latter ones.

His finger pointed out a small section of writing in the upper right hand corner. You squinted slightly, bringing the paper closer so you could look at the words. From what you could tell it, was a small three line poem that anyone would overlook if you weren’t paying attention. Lucky enough for you, Lee Felix always paid attention to the paper.

she sits so sweetly

sweater too big on her back

perfect to me

Eyes wondering over the black lettering, you felt your eyebrows furrow. There was no signature and not even a hint of who the poem might be addressed to. It seemed so out of place, yet your curiosity was growing every second.

“Does anyone know who wrote it?” You asked, turning to Felix. The blonde shook his head, pouting slightly.

“I asked Seungmin, but he said that they had just found it on one of the desks in an envelope with a note asking them to publish it,” Felix explained. You sighed, before sliding the paper away from you in favor of getting back to your studying.

“Well, keep me updated. Maybe next time we’ll know who this mysterious poet is, or maybe who he’s writing to.” Felix nodded eagerly, before pulling the paper back towards him and opening it up to read while you continued to study.

Of course, the poem wasn’t dropped there as Felix brought it up to your friends again that night as you hung out in Chan and Changbin’s apartment.

“It’s romantic, for sure. But I feel like it would be even more romantic if the person who it was for actually KNEW it was for them, ya know?” Jisung said as he threw a cheeto in the air and tried to catch it in his mouth. You stifled a giggle behind your hand as the cheeto flew back down and hit him in the face, causing him to pout.

“Maybe they wanted to test the waters? See if the person responded well before they actually did anything that might give them away?” Jeongin suggested, before stuffing some M&Ms into his mouth. Seungmin shrugged as he leaned back into his chair.

“I don’t know. We’ll have to wait and see if we get any more envelopes.” You sighed, smiling slightly as you leaned back into the couch you were sitting on.

“How nice it must be to have someone write poetry about you. I don’t think anyone would ever do that for me,” you exclaimed dramatically, throwing a hand onto your forehead for effect. Minho snorted as he threw a piece of candy at you, causing you to shriek slightly.

“Maybe, if you weren’t such a dramatic bitch, people would actually fall for you.” You stuck your tongue out at the older male, crossing your arms with a pout on your face. He was probably right, but there was no need for him to be rude about it.

The next time the mystery poet wrote in the paper, you found out about it way too late at night. Your phone began to buzz incessently as you tried to focus on your paper, to no avail. Finally you gave in and picked up the phone.

“What?”

“Y/N, where are you right now?” Felix’s voice was rushed and enthusastic, and it took all your strength not to groan. How could he be so energetic this late at night, when all you wanted to be doing was sleeping instead of studying for you stupid exam. Seungmin, who had been joining you in your study nights the past few days, looked up with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m at the library with Seungmin. Why?” You replied, rolling your eyes to Seungmin who just snickered. He knew from personal experience that the only person who would give you this reaction so late at night was Felix.

“There was another poem posted in the newspaper! I was gonna tell you earlier but I couldn’t get a hold of you. Stay where you are, I’m on my way.” Felix rushed, before hanging up. You took the phone away from your ear, before looking to Seungmin with an accusing glare.

“There was another poem and you didn’t think to tell me?” You exclaimed, cringing as the librarian shushed you.

“I didn’t think you cared that much. Besides, why would I take away Felix’s gossip? What kind of friend would I be if I did that?” Seungmin chuckled at the pointed glare you sent his way, before you turned back to your paper to try and do some work before Felix got there.

You managed only another 2 paragraphs before Felix came bustling through the doors, trying to be as quiet and fast as possible. He finally crashed into the chair beside you, spreading the paper out before you. You shut your laptop as your eyes scanned the page, trying to find any sight of the poem.

“It’s a good one this time. You’ll have to see it,” Felix said, his grin more of a smirk as he flipped to the next page and pointed his finger at the lines of text that had been imprinted on the page. Your eyes immediately trained on it, scanning over the words in every line like a woman who’s seeing for the first time.

The girl in room 204

with the world on her shoulder

but a smile on her face.

I wish I could be your Atlas

and hold the sky up long enough

for you to take a breath and relax.

But despite the circumstances,

despite her exhaustion from

sleepless nights in the library,

her eyes glow as she talks

even if it is about the most mundane things.

I can’t help but stare and smile,

wondering if she will ever notice

that she means everything to me

and that I would gladly be condemned

to a lifetime of suffering if it meant

taking your pain for just a little while.

Your eyes widened as you looked at the poem, before you noticed the small print that was sitting underneath the beautiful lines.

-to the girl in room 204 of Levantar Hall

Your heart began to pound and you could practically feel the blood rushing to your face as you reread the tiny tag, the realization only setting in after the 5th time looking it over.

“Holy shit! Felix, these poems are addressed to me!” You exclaimed, turning to look at the bright smile of your best friend. He nodded eagerly as you turned back to the poem, rereading it with this newfound knowledge.

“And you said no one would ever write poetry for you,” Felix teased. You hit him lightly, before taking the paper and shoving it into your bag. You grabbed your laptop, slung your bag over your shoulder, before looking at the boys you were sitting with.

“Sorry gentleman, I have some sleuthing to do,” you said, before rushing out of the library, completely ignorant of the adoration in Seungmin’s eyes as he watched you go.

You spent the next few days waking up extra early and camping out outside of the newspaper office to try and catch the mystery person in action of dropping off their envelope, but you were always met with disappointment as Seungmin came in every morning with no sign of the admirer.

You were a bit bummed about it until you decided to read this week's newspaper and came upon a startling revelation.

Another poem.

so close yet so far

she would never know my love

it’s not my nature

You immediately called Felix, who agreed to meet up with you at the nearest cafe to discuss the poem. It wasn’t until you were sitting at a booth, coffees sitting in front of you that a revelation decided to hit you.

“Felix! I’m an idiot!”

“I mean, I know. But how so this time?” Felix said, causing you to throw a playful glare his way. You looked at the poem, before pointing at the poem in the paper and reading the words aloud.

“Okay?” Felix questioned, an eyebrow raised. You rolled your eyes at the thought of having to explain it all to Felix.

“I know whoever this is, Felix! The words insinuate it’s someone that I know, and someone who is not very affectionate with me!” You said proudly, happy that you had managed to narrow the list down. Felix nodded in understanding.

“So, that leaves only a few people, right? Cause all of your friends are pretty affectionate, outside of Minho and Seungmin, right?” Felix said, and you nodded, before freezing. Minho…. or Seungmin. You didn’t want to immediately jump to any conclusions, but you hadn’t seen anyone outside of the newspaper room outside of Seungmin and, being honest, you kind of wanted it to be him. You had had a crush on Kim Seungmin since freshman year of college and it would be like something out of a novel if it turned out to be him.

“Earth to Y/N! What’s the plan now?” Felix brought you from your daydream as you took a sip of the coffee in front of you. You furrowed your brows in thoughts, before her eyes lit up.

“I know! Felix, I just need to mention something incredibly specific to each of them! Any good writer would take advantage of the creative inspiration and incorporate it into their poem!” you announced, quite proud of yourself for coming up with the idea. Felix thought for a moment before he nodded.

“That’s so stupid, it might just work.” You pouted at his comment, before immediately looking at your phone, seeing the time, and stumbling to get up and rush out.

“I completely forgot I need to meet up with Minho for our project! Phase 1 starts right now!” You rushed out of the coffee shop, Felix laughing behind you as you nearly ran into the door due to your excitement.

True to your plan, while with Minho you brought up the extremely intricate topic of Andromeda and Perseus, a tale which you had learned about a month ago in your Greek Mythology class. You loved the story and thought it was incredibly interesting and a great muse if Minho turned out to be the secret admirer in the paper.

You didn’t see Seungmin for a few days, but that gave you time to think of the perfect topic to bring up to him. You wanted him to be your secret poet so badly and you wanted to make sure you gave him something that would definitely end up inspiring the next poem. It finally hit you as you sat with Seungmin and Jeongin in one of your University’s common areas.

“We learned about the story of Icarus in my Greek class the other day,” you started, making sure to look at Seungmin and see if he was listening to you. Sure enough he perked up, looking up to show you that he was taking in the words that were coming from your lips.

“Essentially, Icarus was the son of this great inventor, Daedalus, and they were both imprisoned in a tower. Daedalus made them 2 sets of wings to escape the tower, but they were made out of feathers and wax. When they were flying to escape, Icarus decided to not heed his fathers words and flew too close to the sun. The wax in his wings melted and he drowned. It’s a sad story, but it tells a tale of curiosity and how being too curious can lead to your downfall,” you explained, noticing how Seungmin had stopped writing as you told your story. Jeongin stared at you with a questioning glance.

“Why would Icarus fly so high if he knew he would die?”

“Well, I guess that depends on how you look at it. Some say he was just foolish and brash, but I personally like to think Icarus knew what would happen to him, but decided that the ability to be free and live in the excitement for even a moment was worth the consequences he knew would befall him.” Jeongin nodded, obviously thinking about the story. Satisfied with your work, you looked back down at your work, not noticing how Seungmin had flipped to a blank page in his notebook and was jotting down what seemed to be lines of poetry.

It was a few more weeks until another poem was posted, and you were starting to be concerned that the admirer had given up and decided to stop. That was until Felix, as expected, rushed into your dorm one day, completely scaring you out of your concentrated state.

“The poem was posted! And you’ll never believe it, but your plan actually worked!” Your stomach flip flopped as you realized that the moment of truth was about to be upon you. The minute you read the poem that laid in the ink of the school newspaper, you would know who was your secret admirer. Felix handed it to you and as your eyes went to the words, you silently prayed that it was the man you so desperately wanted it to be.

I am Icarus,

and she is the sun.

I don’t dare get to close,

even if her gleam,

bright against my rickety feathers,

warms me from the inside out.

I can never tell her how I feel,

I can never say a word,

but if I could I’d tell her she is golden to me.

That she is the heavens,

and I am just a mortal man

begging for her to let me in,

begging for her to let me love her,

begging for her to let me praise her,

because God knows that if I could

I would never stop spilling words of devotion to her.

I am Icarus,

and she is the sun.

My faux wings melt like candle wax

as I force myself closer to her,

because I’d rather fall out of her atmosphere,

then never experience her at all.

Your mouth dropped open as you finished reading the carefully crafted poem, your cheeks heating up and your mind running a mile a minute. It was Seungmin. Your secret admirer was Seungmin.

You rushed out of your dorm, the paper abandoned on your bed as Felix called after you, but you didn’t have any time to stop and explain. You glanced at your phone, realizing that if you made haste, you could catch Seungmin alone in the newsroom before he left for the day. You weaved through the halls of the journalism building, the only thing on your mind getting to the boy who had written some of the most beautiful words about you.

Seungmin was standing outside of the door, locking up the room for the day, when you barrelled down the hallways and basically tackled him into a hug. He grunted as your arms wrapped around him and he stood there for a moment, completely unsure of what to do in this situation. You didn’t give him any time to react though, pulling back and staring at him with a smile rivalling the sun.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?” Seungmin asked, genuinely confused. He had a long day and you weren’t making any sense right now. You rolled your eyes playfully, before looking at him with a smirk.

“That you were Icarus and I was the sun.” Seungmin’s mouth dropped open as you repeated the words he had written back to you. His usually sharp mind was completely blank as he tried to figure out what to say in response to you, but once again you didn’t give him time to think as you pulled him in for another hug.

This time, Seungmin allowed himself to wrap his arms around you in return and give you a squeeze. Months of pining after you and he was finally doing what he had fantasized about so many times. You nuzzled yourself into his neck, giggling as he let out a soft gasp, completely unused to the physical affection you were showing him.

“So, does this mean the poems worked?” Seungmin joked, his cheeks red as you pulled back again. You let out a laugh, nodding happily as you kept your arms slung around his neck.

“Of course! To be honest, I’ve had a crush on you for a while now. I was really glad when I found out it was you,” you said, staring at him sheepishly. He smiled softly at you, before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“What gave it away though?” He asked. You raised an eyebrow at him.

“You really think I just threw all that philosophical stuff about Icarus out there for nothing? I was hoping you’d pick up the clue and use it for some creative inspiration,” you said. Seungmin nodded, feigning a look of impressiveness.

“That’s pretty smart for you.” You punched him lightly in the arm, eliciting a chuckle from the boy as he grabbed your hand and interlocked your fingers together, leading you down the hallway.

“So, does this mean your poems are going to stop?” you asked, unable to hide the pout in your voice. Seungmin smiled a little bit, giddy that you liked his poems so much.

“I mean, at least the public poems. But I’ll write you all the poems you want in private. But they will be for your eyes only. Can’t let anyone know that I went soft for you,” he said jokingly. You let out a laugh, squeezing his hand as he laughed along with you.

Honestly, you didn’t mind if the poems were public or private. It was more than enough for you that Seungmin was holding your hand right now, speaking words of love that held more meaning than any poem about Icarus ever could.

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etherealino · 4 years ago

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what do you feel? — l. minho

synopsis: chan finds out about minho’s hidden feelings. plus another person he never wanted to hurt.

content/genre: roommate!minho x reader, still based off of joey and rachel in friends, angst

warning(s): ....minho being sad? mention of toxic relationship, swearing. hyunjin was a bit petty.

wc: 1.8k

note: this is a work which is made purely fictional. i portrayed hyunjin here as a petty type but we all know he has one of the biggest hearts that we have met. so no, my writing does not reflect stray kids’ personality, attitude, etc in any kind of way. thank you. — also i hope this part makes sense..?

prev. — and they were friends. m.list — next

“so, hey, what’s up?”

chan weirdly looks at minho. no, not the way he did when minho asked him to pass the ice cube by their mouths. not the way when minho does something weird. but in a way where chan is worried why this man in front of him isn’t calling him a hag or something.

“you okay, min?” chan asks and minho looks at him before blinking away as if to snap himself out of his trance and nod.

“yeah,” minho says, chuckling lightly.

chan frowns. “minho, what’s up?”

it’s been a month. a whole month since the day minho offered to take you out on a date for you to remember what it was like. it’s been a month since minho tried to keep his mouth shut about his feelings and frankly, he can’t take it anymore. he couldn’t sleep at night, wondering what if he met you first before you and hyunjin had a relationship. minho wouldn’t have trouble, that’s for sure.

minho isn’t too worried about his feelings for you because you only see him as your roommate, your temporary home that you come back to everyday, the one that you cling into when having a bad day, your best friend. if you don’t feel the same, yes, minho would be hurt, will get over you as soon as possible. if you feel the same way, just thinking about it, makes him feel like he was at the top of the world but he knows that you don’t.

minho’s main concern was hyunjin. his best friend ever since middle school days. what would hyunjin say if he finds out that his best friend was in love with his ex? yes, it’s been three years since you and hyunjin broke up and even though you two lasted for a year and half, minho knows how hyunjin feels about you. hyunjin says he’s not in love with you anymore but if he’d have a choice, he wouldn’t want you to go out with anyone. that’s why hyunjin chose to break ties with you completely. but now? hyunjin’s best friend in love with you? minho knows hyunjin would be so mad at him.

“hyung,” minho softly says. “i, uh..”

“go on,” chan encourages.

“i know i don’t usually talk about my feelings but.. it’s been taking a big toll on me lately,” minho chuckles, looking down at his hands. “it’s stupid—”

“minho,” chan calls. “nothing you ever feel is stupid. what is it?”

“i.. i think i’m in love with y/n.” minho confesses and even if it isn’t to you or to hyunjin, minho felt a weight came off of his shoulders.

“oh,” chan says. “what are you going to do about it?”

“nothing.” minho says and chan looks at him in disbelief. “hyung, hyunjin would freak out. he would be so mad at me, i—”

“but hyunjin and y/n broke up three years ago.” chan argues.

“but you know how hyunjin feels about it.” minho argues back. “i just needed to tell someone is all.”

“minho, hyunjin’s my best friend, too, but it’s not his decision who you or y/n want to go out with. he has to deal with it, y/n gave him a chance—countless of it and yet, he never learned.” chan says. “they went on and off and on and off but let’s be real, they were toxic together. i’m not saying you should go marry y/n and build a family. i’m just saying you should give it a try. when did you ever feel like this?”

chan has a point, he really does. but minho knows he can never do that.

“i’ll try.”

but chan knows minho won’t.

two months and minho kept his word. he’d do nothing.

“minho!” you call as you enter the apartment. “it’s late, why haven’t you gone to sleep?”

i can’t sleep knowing you aren’t on the next room, sleeping safe and sound.

minho smiles, lifting his head up from leaning it behind the back rest. “i couldn’t sleep.” minho simply says. you return the smile, going towards him after you have dropped your things on the floor to plop beside him. you rest your head against minho’s shoulder and minho leans his head against yours when minho hears you take a deep breath in, he asks, “long day?”

you nod, sighing. you push minho to lie down on the couch as you squeeze yourself between him and the back rest, laying your head on his chest. “just a couple minutes.” you requested and minho hummed, agreeing. minho plays with your hair, pulling it out of the tight ponytail as he untangles some strands. minho sighs, he couldn’t deny it. he lived for these domestic moments with you. he only said he’s going to do nothing, he never said he doesn’t want you because that’s the thing, he does. so damn much.

minho hears your soft snores, looking down at you to see you peacefully sleeping. minho quietly shifts, turning to his side and pulling you closer so he could hug your body to protect you from the cold. minho gets his jacket that he forgot to put in his room earlier, putting it above your legs. minho listens to your soft quiet snores, so he takes the risk of placing a soft peck on your forehead. minho leans his cheeks against your head, slumber taking him in in an instant.

and honestly, that was the most peaceful sleep he ever had. with you wrapped in his arms.

three months and still, minho did nothing.

“hey!” minho hears from behind and he sees hyunjin walking towards him, giving him a pat on the back. “how have you been?”

“hey,” minho greets. “good, good. haven’t seen you all week.”

hyunjin looks around. “is y/n here with you?” he asks and minho shakes his head immediately. “then, i’ll hang with you for a bit until i have to go.” hyunjin says with a smile, sitting on the chair across him on the small table. “am i dreaming or lee minho really doesn’t have a date this valentine’s?”

minho forces a smile, shaking his head.

“why?” hyunjin asks.

minho sighs. “i’d really.. rather not talk about it, jin.”

“come on, hyung.” hyunjin encourages with a smile. “got a person in your cold stone heart?” hyunjin teases and when he sees minho only looking down, hyunjin’s smile falls off. “oh, shit.”

hyunjin slaps minho’s thigh lightly, a laugh escaping hyunjin’s lips as he looks at minho. “ask them out!” he encourages. if it was that easy. “what, are you scared of rejection or something?”

“it’s a bit complicated than that, jin.” minho says with a chuckle.

“tell me, i’m all ears.” hyunjin says. “i still have 20 minutes.”

“it’s fine, jin.”

“no, hyung, come on. what made it complicated?” hyunjin asks.

minho sighs, looking at hyunjin. “well, i’m in love with this person, right?” minho says and hyunjin nods. “well, they happened to be one of my greatest friends’ ex.”

hyunjin looks at the side, humming. “is your friend still in love with them?”

“he says no, but i don’t know. he doesn’t like the idea of his ex going out with someone else.” minho subtly hinted, looking at hyunjin.

“how long have they broken up?” hyunjin asks.

“three years.” minho says.

“hyung, just talk to the guy, when have you ever felt like this for another before? never. you’re such a good person despite your cold facade. i’m pretty sure he’ll understand you.” hyunjin says and minho sighs, looking at hyunjin. “but wow, three years, that’s as long as..”

hyunjin looks at minho, his smile dropping as he realizes.

“y/n?” hyunjin says.

“hyunjin, i don’t like feeling this way especially towards them.” minho quickly says and hyunjin immediately takes off, minho following him. “hyunjin, listen.”

“y/n, out of all people? hyung, you how i feel about y/n. why them out of all people?” hyunjin says.

“look, if i could control it, you think i would have chose them?” minho says. “no. hyunjin, trust me. i don’t plan on doing anything.”

“just.. i need to stay away from you for now.” hyunjin says as he walks down the street with minho standing where he was left. minho sighs, turning around to go back to his apartment to sulk.

the next day. hyunjin bumps into you along the way.

“hey,” hyunjin softly says.

“hi, hyunjin.” you greet. hyunjin hated that. it could be seen in your eyes—no, guilt, no grudge, no sadness. you must have fully moved on already. and maybe hyunjin hasn’t yet because then, he wouldn’t have expected that you two would be on again.

“minho there?” hyunjin asks.

“mhm, just woke up.” you said with a smile. hyunjin hated that.

“bye, thanks.”

“bye.” you said as you went downstairs. hyunjin continued on his journey to minho’s apartment. he knocks a few times until he hears minho’s voice.

“y/n, you forgot your keys again— hyunjin.” minho says as he opens the door. hyunjin forces a smile and minho sighs. “look, i know you’re mad at me—”

“i talked to chan hyung.” hyunjin said. “and, no, i don’t hate you, hyung. why would i ever? you always got my back when i need you and...” hyunjin sighs. “our friendship is more than that, if you know what i mean.”

minho nods. “have you had breakfast? i got a full table.” minho offers and hyunjin smiles, stepping in. minho closes the door and walks to the kitchen to give hyunjin a plate as they both dig in. “so, how have you been?”

hyunjin sighs, shaking his head. “no, how have you been?”

“alright.” minho says.

“chan hyung said you plan on doing nothing.” hyunjin says and minho forces a smile, nodding to confirm it. “why not? if it’s because of me, we broke up three years ago, remember?”

“but you—”

“i know.” hyunjin says. “but i want to be okay with it now. i saw y/n earlier on the hall and she greeted me like i was just an ordinary person. she’s happy and.. i hate that.”

minho lightly chuckles.

“you have to tell her. you haven’t been the same since.” hyunjin says. “you haven’t threatened to put me in the air fryer for months now.” hyunjin laughs and minho chukles, shaking his head. “tell them.”

minho sighs, “are you sure about this?”

“you got to let it out, man.” hyunjin says and minho sighs. minho remembers the lifted weight off his shoulders when he told chan. what more if he told you. so, minho nodded, agreeing.

“y/n, hi.” minho greets as you enter the apartment.

“hi, honey.” you greet as you went straight to your room, getting the stuff you need and walk out.

“hey, can i talk to you for a second?” minho asks.

“sure, honey.” you said. “but can you make it quick? i’m in a rush here.” you gently smiled and minho sighed, nodding.

“okay, how about we just have dinner later?” minho suggests and you nod, smiling. you pull him closer, your lips touching his cheek.

“text me. bye.” you said with a smile as you walk out of the apartment, leaving minho to think about how he would tell you.

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binniesthighs · 4 years ago

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Hey! Can I request a minho smut where y/n and minho are boxing partners and theres that sort of tension at every practice you know? And the boys keep telling you he likes you but you dont listen and theres pining and then finally at that one practice he makes a move and that leads to ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). I love your writing so much and I think you're absolutely great🥺

ANON I love the way that your brain works I’m losing my MIND over this one. oh my gosh and I’ve been dying to write some minho so this has given me the best excuse!!! also thank you so much lovely! It makes me feel all fuzzy inside knowing that ya like my writing! and you’re great was well anon ;)

pinned | reader x minho |

Pairing: self insert, gender neutral reader x lee minho

Genre: fluff n’ smut

Tags: boxer!minho, boxer!reader, boxer au, pining!minho ahhhh, skz side characters, friends to lovers, growing feelings, minho is whipped for the reader, praising, sexual tension, oral (r & m receiving), marking, unprotected sex (stay safe loves!), soft shower sex

Word count: 4.2k

“Again! Minho, watch your footing, you’re tripping all over yourself.”

Seungmin threw a towel in the general direction of your sparring partner who nearly missed it flying at his head. Beads of sweat waterfalled down his forehead, and it got stuck in his scalp, turning his hair into strands.

“Getting tired?” You jested as Jeongin tightened up your gloves.

He smirked out a little, “Tired? I’m just getting started.”

“You’re losing your edge Lee Minho. I’ve knocked you down at least four times already.” Jeongin helped you by squirting water into your mouth. The cool drops felt heavenly falling down your neck.

“Distracted then?” Hyunjin whipped his disheveled blond hair into a hair tie. “Something on your mind?”

In one sweep, Minho ruffled up his own hair with the fabric of the towel “Distracted? No--”

“Listen Minho, I know that I’m not looking the most glamorous right now but you should get your head back in it, I’m barely breaking a sweat.” You shoved him a little with your gloved hand, handing out a teasing grin.

Your partner bounced a little in place, shaking out his limbs. “Alright...”

Any other day, it would have been Minho who had you stumbling down to the mat, breathless and muscles aching. It was always a mystery to you where he got his stamina from when he was in the ring with you. Outside of the ring, no one could have ever guessed that boxing was his pastime--the giveaway was his knuckles: they were nearly always bruised.

You had met Minho and the rest of your friends nearly a year ago when you joined the gym, just looking for something new to try. Seeing as you and Minho were nearly the same size, it made sense for the two of you to be partners. Even though he was quiet around you, he would always put up a fight. Beating him for once was exciting. When you were the one standing, it felt good, admittedly. The little rush to your head when his body hit the floor was too exciting to ignore. You could really get used to the way that he would stare back up at you, lip quivering just slightly and his abs seizing under his shirt. It was cute almost, you had thought, when you saw the way that his expression would soften underneath you.

Jeongin waved you over to strap your head gear back on with a tiny cringe. “As your friend, I’m gonna tell you that you stink...rather than not saying anything about it.”

Your gloved hand mimed a punch to his face. “Thanks for the info. I’m hitting the showers after this.”

The rest of your little group gathered near to the edge of the ring, towel drying themselves of their own sweat and shadow boxing the air around their fists.

“I’ve been watching from over there...damn Y/n…” Changbin sauntered up, throwing his jump rope over his shoulder. “You’re really improving.”

“I had a good teacher, handsome.” You clicked out a little salute to him.

“Ahhh, stop flattering me.”

“Let’s start.” Minho butted in while he popped in his mouth guard.

“Hands up!” Seungmin called.

The burning of your hamstrings had told you that you were nearing your limit for the day, but nothing felt better than chasing your victory over him once more. In his eyes, he held a darker kind of confidence this time: it clouded his eyes which narrowed. When he would focus, Minho seemed to inspect every single part of your body like he was planning exactly where he wanted to hit first. His eyes would dance around your frame for just a few seconds, then he would know your first move.

Want me to go easy on you this time? You jested under the plastic of your mouth guard.

His right fist hooked directly at you before you had registered it, colliding right with the foam of your headgear. He had hit you with such a force that it felt as if he had shook your eyes, blurring your vision.

“Hands!” Changbin growled from the sidelines, and you did as you were told.

In a couple ways, boxing was like dancing, except you were trying not to get all wrapped up in your partner’s arms. The goal was to prevent him from touching you, so your feet would bounce and skip around him in circles, never letting his steps dominate you. With every twist of your bodies, they would interact with the other, it was all give and take. Perhaps like dancing, the tension between you was tangible, but instead of harmony, there was a dissonance.

Minho swung at you to your right, and you bobbed your head in response. As you chased him back, the plastic blue under your feet would crinkle. Your hands never left the cover of your face only until the few milliseconds when you would make a swing of your own. Had he bopped a second too late, you would have given him proper payback for how hard he had punched at your face.

Seungmin barked out more combos for the two of you to battle in attempting first. It really was like the perfect dance: every time that one of you would swing, the other would float around it.

“Get a hit in! Quit playing with him!” Changbin chuckled from the sidelines.

“Minho! Come on!” Hyunjin spurred his friend on.

As he would, Minho’s curious eyes focused back down on you again, scattering around while he calculated out some kind of invisible equation as he inched you toward the edge of the ring.

“Slip! Slip!” Changbin grabbed onto the bouncing ropes of the ring and Minho hooked into your side.

You twirled your body out past him, letting his punches meet the side of the ring. Your motion had caught him off guard once you had escaped his attempt to pin you.

Now he was the one that was pinned.

In his excitement, Changbin bounced up and down, “JAB JAB!!”

Minho’s focus faded after you had squatted and carried out your swing to his side, and another to his arms covering his face.

“Your stance! Minho!” Seungmin gasped as Minho tripped himself to the ground.

The rest of the group leapt into the air, hollering into the echoey and concrete space.

Minho’s body hit the ground with a thud. His gloved hands became clumsy as he tried to brace himself, and his face was cleanly met with the blue mat.

Your victory was short lived once you saw the way that his eyes wrinkled upon his fall.

“You okay?”

“--Fine.” His words winced through his teeth. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

Jeongin bunny hopped into the ring to undress the velcro of your gloves and headgear.

“Don’t lie to me Minho, you can’t lie about these kinds of things.”

“I said that I’m fine.”

Your free hands helped him to his feet. “Have Chan look you over ‘kay? I’m sorry...I didn’t mean to hit that hard...”

Minho shook out his wetted hair once he was free of his headgear. “Stop apologizing. I’m gonna head to the showers.”

Without another word, he slipped under the ropes, hunched a little as he tossed his tape away.

Hyunjin handed you your water which you took thankful gulps of. “Do you think that he’s mad at me?”

“No. It’s not your fault.”

“My fault?”

Hyunjin shrugged with a little smirk. “He’s doing it to himself.”

“Doing what??”

“Boxing knock all the logic out of you? Are you seeing okay?” Hyunjin waved his hand in front of your eyes.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Ahhhh Y/n...silly little Y/n. How many times do I need to tell you?”

“No...this isn’t about that again is it?”

You guzzled down more water and were just a little tempted to flick some of it over on Hyunjin’s unrealistically gorgeous face. Anything but this again.

Changbin threw a white towel at you. “It’s honestly comical at this point.”

“Not you too.” You rolled your eyes.

“He’s literally fucking falling over himself for you and you still don’t see it.”

“I’m not seeing anything because there isn’t anything to see.”

“I can’t believe you.” Changbin and Hyunjin exchanged equally unimpressed eyerolls.

“You said it yourself ‘Bin, I’m getting better. All this practice and I can finally beat him. Why aren't you celebrating with me Mr. “I’m-The-Best-Boxing-Teacher-You-Will-Ever-Meet-Or-Know?” If, if he’s got a thing for me, why hasn’t he said anything?”

Changbin sighed out. “I don’t know, I don’t know how the hell he works. No one really does. He isn’t really the sharing type.”

“You ask him.” Hyunjin announced point blank. “If you’re so skeptical, ask him.”

An unwanted heat assaulted your cheeks. “I’m not--”

“--Oh my god, are you scared to ask? ~Mmm-how unlike you~” Hyunjin patted your head like you were a little dog. His eyes widened. “Are you saying that you feel--”

“--You know what! I’m going to hit the showers too. I’m a mess. Don’t hang around.”

“It never hurts to ask!” Hyunjin called after you, giggling a little in his own teasing way.

“There’s nothing to ask!”

(( ))

“Lock up when you’re done!” Chan’s voice rang through the empty hall of the gym, flicking off a couple lights behind him.

The green-white fluorescent lights above you buzzed with an insect-like ring and flickered every view seconds. Up high on the concrete walls, opened horizontal windows were cracked, letting in the humidity of the summer night, and carried in the sound of crickets singing their nighttime ode. The dark corners of the room seemed perilous compared to the single ring that was lit just for the two of you.

“Minho, I’m exhausted, how much longer do you plan on staying?” Your punch mitts fell to your sides.

“Just a little while longer. I’ve just felt...kinda out of it this week. I could use the extra practice.” His eyes shied, “I appreciate you staying after.”

“Let's just get this over with.” You raised your mitts in front of your face, holding your ground.

Minho huffed out a determined breath, then swung at them with all his might. The sound of the tight fabric patted through the room. His eyes didn’t meet yours for several minutes, his pure focus on each carry though of his arms sent little shock waves to your wrists. Time ticked past on the particularly loud clock nailed to the walls and caged in a little metal grid.

Rather than striking up a conversation like you would, Hyunjin’s voice taunted over and over in your mind like a curse.

“It never hurts to ask!”

Minho stepped back, catching his breath. “I think I’m good now.”

“Great!” You snapped your thoughts back to the moment. “I’m gonna wash off before I head out...you?”

“Probably. The water at my place as been fucking freezing lately, I swear that my landlord is a criminal.”

“Oh...sorry about that.”

“ ‘t’s fine. I’m talking with him tomorrow.”

“I’ll head in with you then…”

(( ))

Chan’s gym had a propensity for having facilities that were usually slightly off-- the automatic lights being one of them. If it wasn’t for more of the high-set windows, it would have been pitch black in the locker room, but the nearly full waxing moon filled the whole room with brilliant silver light. Among the metal of the lockers and the porcelain sinks, the room seemed to be bathed in a bluish tint.

“He’s really gotta get the lights fixed.” You said aloud, merely just trying to say anything to fill the quiet of the room.

“Add it to the list.” Minho breathed out a snicker. “That fourth sink hasn’t worked in weeks.”

“Really?”

The two of you had made some sort of unspoken rule being in the room together: backs turned, not daring to look at the other while you undressed, somehow it seemed like the respectful thing to do. The cold tiles met your bare feet, and your damp skin met the cool air. Suddenly the warmth of the shower sounded like the most enticing thing you could imagine.

Minho’s presence behind you intrigued you sneakily, thoughts pervaded your mind that you hadn’t expected.

Hyunjin had almost asked you if you had feelings for Minho. What would you have said?

You pulled your towel over your body, tucking it in place. “I...I wanted to apologize for the other day. I got too cocky. I shouldn’t have jabbed you that hard, and on your side. That wasn’t...fair of me.”

“I said before, drop it.”

You turned, and the sight of him nearly startled you. You had never totally imagined what he looked like under those white shirts that would cling to his sweating body, but it was nothing like this.

Minho’s back was magnificently sculpted and his shoulder blades curved and poked out from under his skin almost a bit like wings. The curve of his spine traced down his back in a perfect line, and it arched a little as he twisted his body around. Two little dimples peppered right above his waist. Close to his ribs, a little purple mark faded into the pale of his skin.

“I-is that…”

You advanced closer. In the blue light of the room, your eyes couldn’t make out what it was, but you suspicion twisted knots into your stomach.

Minho jumped a little seeing how close you had drawn to him after not hearing your silent footsteps.

“Is that...a bruise? Did I bruise you?”

Panic set in Minho’s eyes. “--No! No, that’s from a couple weeks or so ago, some stupid accident, I can’t really remember.”

“...Are you sure?”

“Positive.” He nodded.

“Well...if you’re lying, I’ll--”

“--What, punch me again like that?”

Minho’s smiling eyes crinkled up slightly and you felt yourself met lightly into them: his smile was something that you knew you had always found to be adorable. Seeing him like this brought memories of him on the mat, flat on his back, those same eyes looking up at you in his awe.

“Haha. Funny. No, I won’t hit you.”

“Good. That did hurt though.”

“...sorry.”

Water dripped from a sink somewhere, and Miho’s hand lingered on his locker door.

“I haven’t hurt you before...have I?”

“You?” In your confusion, your brows scrunched together. “Not that I can remember I think. I know that it looks really dramatic when I fall but--”

“--I don’t want to hurt you either, you know right?”

“It’s just boxing, Minho, it’s not too serious, I know that you’re not like, out to get me or whatever.”

Under the silver-blue moonlight, Minho’s pale skin seemed illuminated. “Hmm.” He sighed.

When he faced you, you could see his pronounced collarbones and the way that his arms stretched out the muscles underneath. Never would you have imagined him to look this breathtaking. You chalked it up to being tired, but creeping little thoughts wove around your brain, whispering tantalizing ideas.

Silently, you wondered what he would feel like under the touch of your fingers. Every single curve of his body you wanted to trace, just to see where they would lead. You hadn’t noticed, but Minho had watched you as your eyes journeyed over him, just as his eyes had done countless times to you before.

You held his eyes tentatively with Hyunjin’s words on your tongue. “Minho, can I ask--”

Minho’s answer was hastily given to you in the form of him clambering his lips into yours while he drew you into his bare chest; he was much warmer than had imagined. There was something frighteningly intimate about the both of you meeting in a tangle of skin and lips; the heat of his chest and yours mixing. He had kissed you so suddenly that you seemed to stumble over your own lips deciding if you wanted to kiss him back. While he was needy, the way in which he ran his lips over yours was more caring than fleeting and impulsive. He knew exactly what he was doing as he gave into the magnetism drawing him into you.

Your partner’s hands cascaded down your back, drawing little squiggles down your spine, causing your legs to buckle slightly. He flooded your mouth with his kisses, each one more searing than the last, each one desperate to tell you what his words couldn’t. At last, you let your shocked body return to him, kissing him back. The moment that you did so, he shuddered into you, clawing lightly at your back. The tiniest “oh” from his lips moaned into your mouth and he shifted to tangle his hands up close to your scalp, drawing you even nearer to him.

He murmured onto you, “I can’t tell you how long I’ve had to hold myself back.”

It was the slick of his tongue running over your bottom lip that sent you spiraling for him. Just as you had wanted, you let your hands traverse all around his chest and his back, following the lines in his body as if they were a treasure trail to something that you could barely comprehend. Your touches on his skin turned his breaths into unsteady little whimpers that traipsed in between your mixing of lips and heated exhales.

“Mm-please...come with me?”

(( ))

Condensation had gathered heavily upon the deep green tiles of the shower wall while it too dissipated up into the air of the dimly lit bathroom. Swirls of the white wisps entangled around you and you breathed them heavily into your lungs. Under the warmth of the water, your body felt perfectly at ease: your aching muscles too revealed in the feeling that the heat brought, and Minho’s kneading hands worked at every knot in your body while he touched everywhere he could...as if he was starving for it. Handfuls of your skin filled up his greedy palms.

“You’re so beautiful. Everything about you...I’ve always wanted to tell you…” Minho kissed down your neck lapping at your nerves and disrupting the trailing of water down your body. “You-you make it so hard for me.”

“Hard to do what?”

“You’re irresistible.”

Minho’s words escaped from his lips like fresh honey while you were left to melt under them. After being so quiet around you, you felt yourself a fool to have ignored everything that was in front of you; and for being as stubborn as you were.

Further down your body, Minho let his hands fall down your own chest, ghosting his fingers over your nippes. The softest touches from his hands made your buds harden instantly, and your arousal pooled obviously within your sex. To steady yourself, you had thrown your arms over his shoulders and scratched at the combination of water and strings of muscles on his back.

“I-I should have listened, Minho...I’m-mm-so sorry.”

“That doesn’t matter anymore.” He broke for a moment to catch your gaze. “Can I show you? Can I show you how much you drive me absolutely crazy?”

Minho coupled his words with the scrape of his nails down your arms. Every touch that he gave you was needy and testing. You set yourself giddy a bit thinking of how he must have imagined this very moment countless times.

Your hot breath tickled the wet skin of his neck where you returned his kisses. “You can do whatever you want.”

With your permission, Minho’s body appeared to tighten. Where he had pinned you against the wall, his painfully hard member dripped out his eager pre-cum, and throbbed against your belly. Your mind ran free thinking of the ways that you would show him attention as well.

“Mm-tell me to stop and I will, okay?”

“Mmhmm.”

Minho let his kisses waterfall next to the flowing water down your skin farther and farther until he had hovered over your own sex which had grown painfully swollen waiting for his touch.

In the silver moonlight, Minho’s brown eyes glistened while he looked up at you, teasing you with his tongue, never granting you the full satisfaction. The corners of his mouth curled into a smile seeing how you reacted to his agonizingly slow lapping.

“~Y/n~” He sang, “You taste so good.”

“More…” You pathetically pleaded. “Stop-stop teasing me...Minho.”

He did as he was told, granting you more of his mouth, and sucking steadily and purposefully as you grinded into his mouth for even more. Minho reached behind you to grab out handfuls of your ass in his hands, lovingly kneading the skin at the same time. Water droplets had showered over his face, and strung together his eyelashes in a way that you could have sworn made them look as if they sparkled.

Before your orgasm hit, you demanded of him, “Come up here.” The way that his dick had twitched while he had sucked on you was becoming too hard for you to ignore.

With your finger tracing along his jaw, you kissed into his mouth, “My turn.”

The tiles were a bit hard on your knees, but after you had swung his beautifully thick thigh over your shoulder, nothing mattered as you had found your perfect angle.

You have him sloppy kisses all along his length and bit into his thighs, indulging in him, pulling at the skin where he was much more sensitive than you had expected. While it was contradictory, you gave him as many hickies as you could on the skin of his milky inner thighs. The purple love bites were gorgeous on his shaking legs.

“oh god.” He moaned out.

Your tongue teased him for a little while longer, then his hands told you what they wanted you to do. He had braided his fingers deep into your strands, and pulled your lips up to meet with his tip.

“God, I want you so bad, please, y/n.”

Just as how you had felt when he was at your mercy on the mat, he was all yours now: yours to take apart, yours to put back together.

“Needy baby.” You cooed into his leaking slit. “That bad?”

“Are you going to make me beg more?”

“Maybe I like it?” Your wrist jerked at him at last.

“Please give me your mouth, I can’t wait any longer.”

“Cute.”

Upon fully taking him in, Minho gasped out so sharply and loudly, it even surprised you. Never had someone been so needy for you, it was intoxicating. You took him in gradually deeper and deeper, pushing down your throat. All around you, the showering water coated you in an ocean of comfort; it trailed down your hair and fell down the sides of your face and your arms, no place was untouched.

Minho’s pruned fingers dug into your shoulders, “get up--fuck--”

At first, his fingers entered you, teasing your hole. Your stringy slick mixed with the water clinging to his fingers. The orgasm that he had once started within you pooled heavily and tightened at your core.

“Show me Minho, give it to me.”

He instructed you by picking you up into his arms, then pinned you against the tiled walls, back flat against the cool stone. His fingers dug into your ass, aligning you over his dick. It took all of your strength to wrap your arms and legs around him, but he held you back with ease.

“I-I’m not too heavy?”

“No. Not at all, you’re perfect for me. All of you.”

Together, you shivered at the feeling of connection once he had entered you, instinctually finding each other's lips between the water.

Minho’s thrusts started out slow and careful, planned almost. He was intentional in the way he reached as deep inside you as he could and listened to every response of your body.

“Mm...keep going,” you panted, “like that. ‘Feels so, so good.”

Time faded into non-existence this way with Minho dragging his hips in and out of you with a tantalizing speed. More than anything, it was the closeness that you felt taking him in so wholly, feeling every inch of his length. Each time that he grazed you deep, you sunk deeper into him, becoming weaker and weaker in his arms.

“I’m so close. Can I cum?” Minho’s brown glistening eyes pleaded to you.

You nodded eagerly, and it was if a switch had flipped inside him. All at once, he shoved your body harder into the wall, screwing you into it. His arms flexed where he held you, and his chest flushed red as he neared his release. When he did, his face was near euphoric as he milked himself completely into you, reaching one hand down to give your sex more attention, using his thumb to apply pressure.

When you reached your release, you could only helplessly convulse in his arms, thighs quivering against his hips.

Minho cradled you as you came down, smoothing the top of your head, then eventually helping you stand on your own. “You okay?” He took both sides of your face gently in his palms. “By the way, what is that you were gonna ask me earlier? Sorry…”He bashfully grinned at you. “I had other things on my mind.”

You took his face in your hands too, firstly brushing over the little mole on his nose, then delighting in the soft hairs of his cheeks.

“It’s okay. I got my answer.”

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