#users minghao

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[diamonddaze01]

for your drabble game.. n what if i say.. minghao + “Look, I don’t have much time, but I wanted to say I love you.” 🤲

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pairing: minghao x reader | wc: 1.3k prompt: "Look, I don’t have much time, but I wanted to say I love you." au: apocalypse au | warnings: injuries, mentions of death a/n: KAEEE!!!! n what if i sob while writing this

The sky burned with an unnatural orange hue, streaked with ash and smoke. The once-familiar cityscape was a jagged graveyard of broken steel and crumbled concrete. Sirens had long since stopped blaring; now there was only the oppressive hum of silence punctuated by the distant groans of collapsing structures. The world as you’d known it was over—reduced to a fragile shadow of its former self. The acrid tang of fire and metal clung to the back of your throat, but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t. The ruins of the city stretched endlessly around you, but you pushed forward, your legs carrying you through the jagged remains of what used to be streets.

It started with the storms. The scientists called it climate destabilization gone critical, but the rest of the world just called it a death sentence. Storm surges wiped out entire coasts; hurricanes battered inland cities that had never prepared for them. The earthquakes came next, splitting open the earth and throwing molten fire into the skies, turning the air poisonous in ways even the best respirators couldn’t filter. By the time the floods came, there wasn’t much left to save.

Governments fell. Supply chains crumbled. People turned on one another in desperation as they fought for dwindling resources. The remaining factions—militarized groups claiming to protect what little remained—were as much a danger as the unrelenting disasters themselves.

You and Minghao had survived the worst of it by sheer luck. Together, you’d fled from one decimated city to the next, avoiding the lawless territories and the groups who demanded loyalty in exchange for safety. He was the reason you were still alive—quick-thinking, sharp-eyed, always calm under pressure when everything else felt like it was unraveling.

You could still remember the first time you’d met. Minghao had been patching up his own leg in the corner of an abandoned supply truck, his face pale but resolute. You’d stumbled in, out of breath and armed with a crowbar, only to stop short when you saw him sitting there like he’d been waiting for you. He hadn’t flinched, hadn’t even looked scared, just tilted his head and raised an eyebrow like he was daring you to try something.

“You don’t look like a soldier,” he’d said after a long moment, his voice steady despite the blood dripping down his shin.

“And you don’t look like you’re winning that fight,” you’d shot back, lowering the crowbar just enough to show you weren’t a threat. That was how it began—two strangers thrown together by circumstance, learning to survive together in a world that didn’t want them to.

You weren’t sure when the bond between you had shifted. Maybe it was during those late nights spent keeping watch for raiders, when his quiet presence made the crushing loneliness bearable. Or maybe it was the day he’d handed you the last of his water ration without saying a word, his eyes meeting yours like he knew you wouldn’t let him give it up without a fight. Slowly, without either of you acknowledging it outright, Minghao had become your anchor. The one thing you could count on when everything else felt like it was slipping away.

Now, as you ran through the remains of what used to be your home, all that history burned in the back of your mind. The thought of losing him was a weight you couldn’t bear, one that pushed you forward even as your lungs burned and your legs threatened to give out.

The memory of his calm, steady voice over the radio replayed in your head—I’ll meet you at the east corner of the tower. Just wait for me there. But the tower had collapsed before you’d even made it halfway. Now, it was nothing but rubble and twisted steel, and you were running blind.

You stumbled over debris, your knees buckling, but you caught yourself before you hit the ground. A sharp pain flared in your palms as you pushed up, but it barely registered. The only thought screaming in your mind was Find him.

You didn’t know when you’d started crying—your tears cut clean tracks down your soot-streaked face. Minghao always said you were stubborn. That you didn’t know when to quit. He’d said it with a soft smirk the first time you’d refused to leave his side during a raid. That was months ago, back when there was still hope that things could get better. Back when the two of you still believed survival wasn’t just an instinct but a purpose.

Now, hope felt like a luxury you couldn’t afford.

A shape moved through the smog ahead, a shadow cutting through the chaos. Your heart seized.

“Minghao!”

He turned at the sound of your voice, his silhouette becoming clearer with every step you took. His clothes were tattered, his hair matted with soot and sweat, and a thin cut ran down his cheek, blood drying against his skin. But it was him. It was him.

You crashed into him with enough force to knock the wind out of both of you, your arms wrapping tightly around his waist. His body was warm and solid beneath your grip, and you could feel his chest rising and falling rapidly as he held you just as fiercely.

“I’m fine,” he said quickly, his voice firm but edged with exhaustion. His hands shifted to your face, tilting it up so he could inspect you. His eyes flickered over you, taking in the soot and dirt streaked across your skin, the tears still fresh on your cheeks. “Are you okay? Did you get hurt?”

“I’m fine,” you echoed, though your voice cracked as you said it. You searched his face for any sign of injury beyond the gash on his cheek, your fingers brushing over his jacket as if to reassure yourself he was still solid and whole. “I thought—when the tower collapsed, I thought—”

“I know,” he interrupted softly, his forehead pressing against yours. His breath was warm and steady, grounding you. “I’m here. I’m okay.”

But even as he said it, the ground beneath you trembled again, a low groan echoing from the skeleton of a nearby building. Time was slipping away faster than you could grasp it, and yet Minghao didn’t move to run. Instead, he pulled back just enough to look you in the eye, his expression unreadable.

“Look,” he said, his voice firmer now. “I don’t have much time, but I need to say this.”

“Minghao, we have to go—”

“I love you.”

The words stopped you cold. For a moment, the chaos around you seemed to fade, leaving only the weight of his voice and the intensity of his gaze. Your chest tightened, the air hitching in your throat.

“Don’t,” you said, shaking your head as tears welled in your eyes again. “Don’t talk like that. Nothing’s going to happen. We’re getting out of this.”

“I mean it,” he insisted, his hands steady on your arms. “If something does—”

“Stop.” Your hands gripped the front of his jacket, clutching at him like you could anchor him to you, like sheer willpower alone could keep him safe. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.”

His lips twitched, not quite a smile, but close enough to break your heart. “You’re so stubborn,” he murmured, his forehead pressing against yours. “But that’s why I know you’ll make it.”

“Not without you,” you shot back, your voice trembling. “We’re getting out of this together. I’m not leaving without you.”

His fingers brushed against your jaw, a fleeting moment of tenderness that felt cruel in its fragility. “Together, then,” he said, as though saying it aloud would make it true.

Another tremor rippled through the earth, the sound of crumbling concrete roaring around you. Minghao’s grip shifted, his hand sliding down to intertwine with yours, firm and steady.

“Run,” he said.

And this time, you did. The world was ending, but in that moment, with his hand in yours, it felt like there was still something worth saving.

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[jeonqham]

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[dinaur]

it's jeonghan's _world, we're just living in it

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[sn6wy]

⭒ ﹒ ׅ ׄ days fade into a watercolor blur.

memories swim and haunt you. ׄ ׅ ﹒ ⭒

[otlwoozi]

from today the moon and sun will coexist, and beside the city is the sea

[wicoois]

𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝟢𝟥. 𝗐𝗁𝗒'𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖨'𝗆 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌? 🍸 ☆

[hoeforhao]

NO NO I DON'T UNDERSTAND, WAS IDUBILU NOT CVNTY ENOUGH, THAT THEY HAD TO PUT AN EVEN MORE CVNTY PERFORMANCE+ THOSE LIGHT A FLAME MOMENTS AND THE SATIN SHIRTS!!!! LORD IDK HOW I'LL HEAL SAVE ME!!!!

[hyuncut]

heyyy could you make the8 users (svt) pls? ty!

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[idvne]

hao moodboard.

[niyxxe]

· zhuo yixuan x zhuyan // ongoing series /

[diamonddaze01]

hi tara!! may I please have 57 “Will you just shut up for a moment so I can say something nice to you!” w/minghao (if you feel inspired by it) 💙

second opinion

pairing: minghao x fem!reader, med!au | wc: 1.0k prompt: “Will you just shut up for a moment so I can say something nice to you!” a/n: ISI! this was so much fun to write thank you for the prompt <3 // grey's anatomy stans rise

The walk to Minghao’s office felt like an eternity. The fluorescent lights above hummed softly, casting long, sharp shadows on the cold tile floor. You tried to steady your breath, but your heart pounded in your chest, each thud like a drumbeat. You couldn’t shake the feeling that something had gone terribly wrong today—had you missed something in 502B? Or maybe it was during the consult with ortho? You replayed every moment in your head, frantically searching for the mistake that had surely caught his attention.

When you reached his office, your hand hesitated on the doorknob, and your throat tightened. You took a deep breath, trying to push past your anxiety, before stepping inside.

“Come in,” his smooth voice called, calm and unbothered, but it only made your nerves worse.

You closed the door behind you with a soft click and stood there for a moment, taking in the sight of him. Minghao was leaning against his desk, one arm casually folded across his chest, the other hand brushing back his messy hair. His lab coat was half unbuttoned—always that effortless, annoying perfection. His sharp, dark eyes met yours, and in an instant, you felt like you were under a microscope, every nerve in your body flickering with uncertainty.

“Close the door,” he said, and the command in his tone sent a small shiver down your spine. You did as he asked, your fingers lingering on the doorknob for a split second longer than necessary, before you fully stepped into the room. The tension in your chest was almost unbearable.

“Dr. Xu,” you began, voice wavering despite your best efforts to sound confident. You forced yourself to meet his gaze, but it felt like an uphill battle. “If this is about the slip-up in the OR two days ago, I swear, it was Seungkwan who tripped me. He was being a menace, running around like he thought he was invincible—”

Minghao cut you off with a wave of his hand, pinching the bridge of his nose in mild frustration. “Y/N, no,” he muttered, his voice tinged with exasperation.

You blinked, suddenly flustered. “Oh, well, then it’s definitely about the forks,” you said quickly, the words tumbling out in a nervous rush. “I swear to you, I’m not the one stealing them from the cafeteria, it’s Chan. You should see his apartment—he has no cutlery at all, just a bunch of mismatched plastic spoons, and it’s disgusting—”

Minghao froze, his brow furrowing as he stared at you, completely unamused. “What the fuck? No, it’s not about fucking cutlery!” His tone was sharper than you expected, and it made your words falter in your throat.

You blinked, feeling the awkwardness settle in. “Okay, well, if it’s not that, it must be because I punched Mingyu last week—”

His eyebrows shot up, clearly taken aback. “You PUNCHED a 4th year resident?”

“No—okay, no, I didn’t actually punch him,” you stammered, instantly regretting the words as they left your mouth. “I just… I lightly tapped him to make a point when he tried to steal my case last week.” You winced, realizing how much worse it sounded now. “Okay, well, maybe I did get a little carried away—”

Minghao pinched the bridge of his nose again, a soft groan escaping him. “Y/N, how do you get into these situations?” he asked, sounding exhausted in the most endearing way.

You ran your fingers through your hair in frustration. “Okay, fine, fine,” you sighed dramatically. “Then it must be about the time Seokmin—”

“Will you just shut up for a moment so I can say something nice to you?” Minghao interrupted, his voice finally breaking through the chaos in your head. His words were sharp but not unkind, and for a moment, you were so stunned that your mouth hung open in shock.

You blinked, your mind racing. “Really? All of that for nothing?” you asked, your voice almost too quiet.

Minghao let out a long, exasperated breath. The tension in his shoulders finally relaxed, and his expression softened, his usual sharp gaze melting into something warmer. “I called you in because you did a great job today. The case with 502B? You got the diagnosis I missed. That was impressive.”

Your breath hitched, and you felt the flush of relief rush through your body. You blinked, still processing the words. “Oh,” you said, the confusion still lingering in your tone. “I thought I was in trouble…”

“No, you’re not in trouble.” Minghao tilted his head slightly, giving you a small, almost shy smile. It was a rare sight, and for a moment, you forgot to breathe. “You’re doing great, Y/N. Better than I was at your stage, honestly.”

A wave of warmth washed over you, the tension in your chest unwinding like a tight coil. You smiled back, finally able to relax. “Thanks, Dr. Xu.”

“Minghao,” he corrected gently, his voice softer now, almost shy. The blush on his cheeks was subtle, but you noticed it. “And, uh, while I have you here…” He looked away for a brief moment, as though collecting his thoughts, before returning his gaze to you. “I was wondering if—well, when you’re not busy saving lives—you’d like to grab dinner with me sometime?”

For a moment, your brain short-circuited. You blinked, completely thrown off. “Wait, what?” you stammered, your heart beginning to race again. “Are you—are you asking me out?”

Minghao’s hand moved to the back of his neck, rubbing it in a nervous gesture. “Yeah,” he said with a sheepish chuckle. “I am. So, what do you think?”

Your heart skipped a beat, and despite the surge of excitement flooding through you, you couldn’t help but smile. “I’d love that,” you replied softly, the warmth creeping up your neck. You couldn't stop the blush that spread across your face, but Minghao's smile only made it worse.

He gave a small nod, his eyes twinkling. “Great. Now, get back to work before someone thinks I’m giving you special treatment.”

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[fairyhaos]

i feel like this is a trick question because you have hao in your user so i would automatically assume your bias is hao 🫠

😭😭😭😭 minghao is my bias wrecker so i don't mind that at all!!!!! but like based off of personal vibes and the way i talk n interact online,,, i like wondering what people think of me

[cxffecoupx]

THIS IS ADORABLE in the most wholesome way

"you suit me"

XU MINGHAO YOU HAVE MY WHOLE HEART

"so...", you say, playing with whatever is in front of you.

"so", minghao repeats on the other side of the line, his voice sounding so soft.

"is it time to say bye?"

"it doesn't have to be if you don't want to", he sincerely says.

minghao has been on the phone with you for over 2 hours now. he told you everything about how the soundcheck went, how his members accepted to record this tiktok with him for his birthday, then the show, then the weverse live...

it's clearly too late where he's at. he clearly needs to rest, recharge his energy before going on with the tour. still, he doesn't even think of hanging up - and he hopes you don't too.

"you sure? you must be tired."

"that i am", he confesses. "but i don't mind talking to you. actually i think i only talked about myself, i'm sorry. please tell me how your day went."

"nothing much", and you mean it. " just work, domestic chores, an asshole cutting the line at the grocery store."

"hope i run into him when i get back."

that makes you laugh, as always.

"i hope too."

it's quiet for a bit. minghao likes to listen to you breathing, it soothes him. and as he starts to hum some unknown melody, you realize his mere presence - even though not physically - soothes you too.

"i might now always say this", you begin. "but i love you. very, very much. i hope you're always happy, my myungho."

"ya...", he chuckles. "using the korean name now too?"

you laugh too.

"it suits you."

"you suit me", minghao sighs happily. "i love you too. thank you for being with me."

"i promise i'll be, for as long as you'll have me."

"great. forever it is, then."

a/n: happy birthday, minghao. i truly hope you're always happy and i wish for your life to be even greater than it already is. thanks for welcoming me into this diamond life, i could never regret becoming a carat when i did because of your talent, your beauty, and when it brought me so much joy. i love you, the8. ❤️🐸

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ʚ hjshua xmngh jshua-95

mngh-97

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