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hyunjinslittlestar · 3 months

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The Spooks

Word Count: 4.5K

Genre: Lee Minho x reader, fluff, established relationship

Summary: You make a bet with Seungmin that you'll watch an entire horror movie this Halloween, the only problem is....you hate horror.

Author note: Hey guys, I'm so sorry this came out so late. I started an internship at the beginning of this year that has kept me super busy and I'm a perfectionist so it took me longer to edit this than I would have liked. Thanks for still sticking around and reading my stuff. Much love!

Your feet stomp across the kitchen tiles as you grumble, "I'm coming. I’m coming.”

Opening the microwave door, you silence the obnoxious ringing as the sweet smell of popcorn wafts into the kitchen. Grabbing the bag by the edges, you gently set it onto the counter. As you stand on your tiptoes, you open the wooden cupboard beside you and scan through the different colored bowls neatly stacked inside. Picking out your favorite one, you pull out a teal bowl painted with little susuwataries Hyunjin made for Felix’s birthday last year.

You find yourself smiling at the fond memory. That night had definitely been a highlight of 2022 for everyone. You’d all grown a little closer while you sat around the bonfire at the beach that night. The nine of you sharing heartfelt feelings, embarrassing stories and laughter with flushed, rosy cheeks from the alcohol. You wished you could go back to the good ol days when your only worries were school assignments and monthly dance and singing evaluations.

Tugging the bag open, you watch the steam form wispy clouds that swirl about before dispersing into thin air. A small smile tugs at your lips as you peek inside the bag. Perfectly white, crisped kernels look up at you before you dump the contents into the bowl, proudly making your way back into the living room.

You find Minho sitting on the edge of the couch leaning forward with his arms propped onto his knees. The remote practically dangles from his fingers as he lets out a dramatic sigh. Ruffling his black hair, he pushes his tongue against the inside of his cheek as he continues to scroll through the endless list of movies on Netflix.

“Sooo,” you start, throwing some popcorn into your mouth as you plop down beside him. “What are we going to watch tonight?"

Turning to face you, the deep furrow in Minho’s eyebrows softens into a warm smile as he falls back onto the couch. Casually slinging his arm around you, his other hand grabs a handful of popcorn. In between chews he says, "I was thinking we could watch a horror movie in honor of it being Halloween."

He redirects his gaze towards the TV screen as he finds the horror section. You nearly choke on your popcorn, forcefully gulping down the popped kernel. The ends claw its way down the sides of your throat as if it were desperately trying to escape the clutches of your stomach. Just like you suddenly wanted to find a way out of this situation. Clearing your throat, you grab the water bottle you’d left on the coffee table and take a small sip.

"Horror?" you meekly whisper as you set it back down.

"Yeah," he says, turning to face you. "Is that okay?"

"Um, you know what," you say as you place the popcorn bowl beside your water. “I’m feeling pretty tired.” Feigning a yawn you stretch out your arms. “I think I should start heading home. Sorry Min, we'll have to do this tomo—.”

But before you can even properly stand up, Minho grabs you by the waist and pulls you back down beside him. Curse Minho and his quick reflexes.

"Yah," he playfully scolds, his tone sending a shiver down your spine as his hands hold your arms in place. "You can’t be tired. You were just dancing and belting the lyrics to ‘Pop!’ as the popcorn cooked and then you started the full ‘Super’ choreo. You said you had so much energy you didn’t know what to do with yourself.”

You blink in surprise back at Minho. So he had been paying attention to you earlier despite his nonchalance. Shaking away the swooning thoughts plaguing your mind, you redirect your attention back to the conversation. “Well,” you huff, recomposing yourself. “I figured out where to put my energy and now I’m drained.”

“What about your bet with Kim Seungmin? What was all that talk four hours ago when you told him you were going to prove him wrong and sit through an entire horror film this Halloween?”

You were about to correct him that it was the only way to make Seungmin stop calling you a chicken but you swallow your pride as Minho’s eyes pin you in place. “Secondly,” his gaze softens as he looks between your eyes, a sharp contrast to the firm hands still securely wrapped around both your arms. “I wanted to spend this Halloween with you, not by myself."

Your heart can't help but flutter at his words before erratically beating in fear as you glance back at the screen. "Uh, well. I mean. I guess since it's Halloween we could—.”

Minho cocks his head. ”Are you scared?" he mocks you as a teasing smile spreads across his lips.

"Me? Scared?" you scoff. "I don’t get scared that easily,” you retort before slowly sinking further into the couch, regretting what was yet to come.

"If you say so," Minho chuckles. "In that case, I'll make sure to pick the scariest movie" he adds as his eyes study yours intently.

Biting your lip, you stubbornly reply, "Y-you don't have to pick the scariest movie. Just scary is fine too."

His eyes twinkle in amusement as he cocks up an eyebrow. "Okay. How about…," he pauses as he continues to scroll through the list of movies, the images becoming even more terrifying than the ones before.

You start to look around the room, avoiding the screen.

"Ah! How about this one?" Minho says excitedly, pointing to the TV.

"The Medium?" you squint as you try to read the title without looking at the overall image.

He turns to face you, the skin around his eyes crinkling as a wide bunny smile emerges. "I haven't watched it yet.”

You swallow hard as you force yourself to look at the ominous woman smiling on the screen before redirecting your gaze towards Minho. If that was something he really wanted to watch, you couldn't ruin his Halloween just because you were slightly scared. Sucking up your fear, you reluctantly agree to his proposition.

"Yeaaahhh!" Minho cheers as he stuffs his mouth with more popcorn before jumping up from the couch. "I'll go turn off the lights," he smiles with puffed cheeks as he practically skips over to the light switch.

"Yeah, let's turn off the lights too. As if the movie isn't scary enough," you mutter in annoyance as you quickly get up to grab a soft, fluffy blanket stored in a small basket near the couch.

Curling up onto the sofa, you make sure the soft blanket covers every bit of your body so that none of your limbs get left out in the open. You didn't want to risk being vulnerable to any sneak attacks of otherworldly creatures during the duration of the film. Minho comes back and sits beside you. "You look like a burrito," he comments.

"Yah!" you slap his chest, breaking free from the perfect cocoon you had created.

Letting out a lighthearted chuckle, he adds, "a cute burrito," before affectionately placing a kiss onto your forehead.

"Whatever," you playfully roll your eyes as you feel a familiar warmth spread across your cheeks.

Snuggling up into his chest, he drapes his arm over your back as his hand comfortably rests against your waist. As soon as the opening starts, a loud clash from the orchestra playing in the background makes you jump. Cursing your jittery state, you pray Minho didn't notice. But of course, he always seemed to catch you in your most vulnerable moments.

"The movie hasn't even started yet and you're already jumpy?" he teases, pulling you closer.

"Shut up," you huff, adjusting your head onto his chest as you mentally prepare your palpitating heart for whatever else this movie was about to throw your way. The popcorn could wait.

As the storyline progresses, you subtly begin to pull the blanket higher and higher up your chest. Once you were about twenty minutes into the film, the blanket was practically resting underneath your eyes. When you can’t handle it any longer, you pull the blanket entirely over your head. It didn’t matter if Minho never let you live this down. If staying under the blanket meant you had a chance at sleeping through half the night, then it was worth every teasing remark he’d throw your way for the next few months.

Oddly enough, he remained silent. The only sound from outside your little safe haven being the worried voices whispering back and forth on the TV.

You slowly peek your head out from beneath the blanket, expecting Minho to be smirking down at you. However, to your surprise, he’s completely engrossed in the film. His eyes widen at the images flashing about the screen as his lips slowly part in shock.

Momentarily forgetting why you were hiding underneath the blanket in the first place, you find it difficult to look away from Minho's cute, dazed state. You can’t help but be reminded of how handsome your boyfriend truly is. Your eyes slowly trace his features as you admire the way his bangs fall over his eyes, the way his nose cutely scrunches up in disapproval at what you could only assume was a character doing something stupid and the adorable way his lips protruded into a slight frown.

Feeling your gaze, his eyes slowly meet yours. You feel your breath softly hitch in your throat. An endearing smile tugs at Minho’s lips as he watches your cheeks flush a bright red. “Why aren’t you watching the movie?” he teases. “Can’t get enough of me?” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“You make me feel safe,” you blurt out honestly.

Minho’s eyes slightly widen as he feels his ears grow warm, however, as always, he’s quick to recover his composure. His signature playful smile tugs at his lips. “If you think that’s going to get you out of watching the movie, you’ll have to try a little harder.”

“I’m not trying to—,” an unexpected scream from the film makes you jump.

Without a second thought, you crawl onto his lap and bury your face into the crook of his neck. The thought of defending your pride flying out the window. Minho, surprised at your sudden reaction, looks down at your shaking figure as you tightly clutch onto his shirt. As the music grows even more eerie, your arms find their way around his torso begging to be held and protected from the horrifying images behind you.

"What happened to not being scared?" he whispers into your hair, a playful smile adorning his lips.

Looking up at him, you push back the sudden tears stinging your eyes as you muster up all the courage you can. "I'm not...SCARED!" your voice hitches as another loud screech emits from the TV causing you to find comfort in his chest once again.

Minho chuckles to himself as he tightly wraps his strong arms around you. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, he leans down, his soft lips brushing against your cheek. "I'll protect you 자기야 (baby)," he whispers.

The unexpected deep tone of his voice sends your stomach into a frenzy of butterflies as your already alarmingly quick heart rate speeds up. And Minho is true to his word. As the film continues, his grip never loosens around your waist as he mindlessly draws shapes across your lower back. His actions lull you into a sleepy state as Minho’s steady heartbeat pats a familiar lullaby against your ear.

An hour and a half later, you don’t stir until Minho whispers in a sweet tone, “Y/N."

"Hmm," you respond, not bothering to open your eyes in fear that you might see your new nightmares within the dark shadows of the house.

“Did you enjoy your little nap?”

You let out a soft scoff. “It’s hard to fall asleep with a soundtrack like that,” you mutter bitterly.

"Well, now that you’ve had your beauty rest, why don’t you let me turn on the lights," he says, a hint of amusement in his voice.

That’s when you finally open your eyes. The house is completely immersed in darkness and you mentally curse your curiosity as your eyes begin to form disturbing shapes within the shadows of the room. You vigorously shake your head, refusing to move.

Minho lets out a sigh before effortlessly picking you up with him as he slowly walks around the couch. One hand fumbles about the wall in search of the light switch as the other firmly grasps you wrapped around his waist. Flipping it on, the room is engulfed with a bright light. You finally lift your head up, a sigh of relief escaping your lips as you gently slide down to the ground. You keep your arms loosely around his waist, refusing to give up the protection of his body.

“You’ll have to let go of me eventually, Y/N,” Minho says with a smug grin.

“Well, eventually is not right now,” you stubbornly reply back.

“I have to go to the bathroom.”

The color immediately drains from your face as you feel a wave of guilt wash over you. “Do you actually have to go?” you meekly ask.

“What if I did?” Minho bites back a smile, an amused glint in his eyes.

You let out a deep sigh as you reluctantly take a step back. “I guess I’ll be brave then.”

“That’s not what Kim Seungmin is going to think.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” your eyebrows furrow in offense.

“Oh,” Minho leans down so that you’re both eye level with one another. “But I would,” he devilishly grins.

Crossing your arms, you glare back at him. “I hate you.”

Straightening up, Minho gives you a knowing smile.

“What?” you grumble. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Minho teasingly shrugs. “It’s just that, that’s not what it looked like on the couch earlier,” he says, a smug grin tugging at his lips.

You bite back a smile as you roll your eyes. “Whatever. I’m not doing this anymore. Are you going to go to the bathroom or not?”

Minho dramatically taps his chin in thought. “I think I’ve changed my mind.” Pulling out his phone from his back pocket he continues, “I think I’m going to let Kim Seungmin know how it went instead.”

Before you can even protest, Minho's phone buzzes. “Speak of the devil. He’s asking for an update.”

Panic settles in as he dangles the phone in front of you. You reach out to grab it but Minho’s one step ahead of you, easily avoiding your grasp as you begin to chase him around the room.

“Min, get back here,” you laugh as he sprints to the other side of the couch.

“What was all that talk of ‘just you wait, Seungmin. I’m going to watch my first horror movie this year and prove you wrong’?” he mocks you as you throw a pillow his way. Dodging behind the couch, he re-emerges as he bursts into a fit of giggles.

“Yah!” you protest. “I said I wasn’t scared!” you add, knowing full well that this was in no way helping your argument.

“Really? ‘Cause the ‘I’m not…SCARED’,” Minho imitates you in a high-pitched voice, “was so convincing.” He bursts into laughter as your shocked expression turns into an irritated scowl.

“I wasn’t that scared,” you argue, unable to stop the smile from spreading across your face.

He had done a pretty impressive job imitating you, although, you’d never openly admit that. Just as Minho is about to comment on your choice of words, you run around the couch to try and snatch the phone out of his hand. But, once again, Minho is quick on his feet as he dodges you.

“Come on, Min,” you sigh, tired of chasing him around the room. “Please don’t tell him.”

“And why’s that?” Minho snickers. “Are you finally admitting you lost the bet?”

You close your eyes as you muster up the will to swallow your pride. “Yes. I am.”

Minho’s lips part in surprise as he leans against the wall clearly amused with the turn of events.

“It would hurt my pride even more if he heard it from you. So let me tell Seungmin myself.”

Minho’s eyes look up as he thinks the proposition over. “콜(deal).”

You sigh in relief.

“You think you can handle losing though?” he cocks an eyebrow at you.

His choice of words jab at your pride even more. Minho knows how competitive you are, he’s the exact same way. He’d do anything to avoid giving Seungmin the satisfaction of having bragging rights over him for a month. So he can’t help but be piqued by the way you give in so easily.

“A bet’s a bet. I lost so I’ll own up to it,” you nod, determined.

“Oohhh, that’s my baby,” Minho winks at you.

You feel your cheeks flush at the pet name, but your expression quickly sours as Minho sing-songs, “Can’t wait for later tonight.”

You roll your eyes as Minho lets out a light-hearted chuckle. Putting his phone away, he walks over to you and wraps his arms around your waist. The change in demeanor completely catches you off guard as Minho leans down and plants a soft kiss on your forehead. “알았어 (Okay), 알았어 (okay),” he smiles. “I’ll stop with the teasing.”

You finally wrap your arms around him, allowing him to gently sway you back and forth.

“But genuinely, Y/N,” he says against your head. “I’m proud of you. God knows I could never swallow my pride that easily.”

You erupt into laughter against Minho’s chest and the sound is enough to bring the biggest, foolish grin onto his face. Pulling away from you, Minho unabashedly admires the way your entire face has lit up.

“True,” you say as you look up at him, giving his torso a playful squeeze. But when your eyes meet Minho’s, you freeze.

You can feel the heat rising up to your cheeks as you watch his eyes begin to slowly trail over each of your features. Minho looks at you with such fondness, it feels like he’s embedding every little detail about you into his brain.

“What?” you shyly whisper.

Pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, Minho’s hand lingers by your chin as he shakes his head. “Nothing. I just want to look at you.”

You bite your lip to hold back a nervous laugh. This was both the cutest and most mortifying interaction you’d ever shared. As much as you wish you could just be present in the moment, you can’t help but grow self-conscious. Noticing the little furrow forming between your eyebrows, Minho is quick to piece your internal dilemma together.

“Y/N?” he softly calls.

“Hmm?” you hum as you try to calm your pounding heart.

“I know it’s hard, but…let me love you as you are.”

Your eyes widen as your cheeks turn an even darker shade of red. His words weren’t just addressing your current situation, they were hinting at the first time you’d shared with him how difficult it was for you to allow yourself to be loved. When Minho had first heard that, instead of running away, he did everything in his power to show you little by little how worthy you were of being loved.

Even now, when you wanted to laugh off his words and shy away, he gently pulled you closer. Minho wanted to show you that the lies you told yourself every day were just that, lies. He wanted to help you discover what he saw in you every day–the way your eyes would light up when he taught you a new dance move, the way you bit your lips whenever you were concentrating, or the fact that every time he heard you laugh, he couldn’t help but laugh along with you.

You look up at him, trying to find some hint of teasing in his eyes but there was none. “You can trust me, Y/N,” he smiles as his thumb gently caresses your cheek.

Leaning into his touch, you look back and forth between his eyes as you process the weight of his words. Mustering up the little courage inside of you, you softly mutter, “Okay.”

An endearing smile spreads across Minho’s face as he slowly leans in and plants the gentlest of kisses against your lips. You can’t help but melt into his touch as your hands bunch up his shirt by his hips. Minho slowly tilts his head to deepen the kiss as his other hand comes up to cup the other side of your cheek. Minho knows kissing is still fairly new to you so he gently guides you, his lips confidently moving across your tentative ones. As he gently pulls away, Minho can’t help but chuckle at your dazed expression as your eyes linger on his lips. Leaving his hands cupped around your cheeks, Minho whispers, “I love you.”

A shy smile spreads across your lips as you stand on your tiptoes to give him a quick peck. “I love you too.”

The wide toothy grin that spreads across Minho’s face from those three special words and the way his eyes gaze at you with such adoration leaves you breathless. Minho really loved you. Despite your inexperience with love, despite still struggling to love yourself, and despite your insecurities, Minho was still happily and willingly choosing to love you, choosing you, every day. He wasn’t running away.

As you look back and forth between Minho’s eyes, you can’t help but mirror the same wide smile on his face. You felt so seen and so loved by him, you hoped you could make Minho feel the same.

“Come on, let’s go eat some candy,” Minho tilts his head towards the kitchen.

“You bought candy?” you ask excitedly.

“Of course I did,” Minho laughs. “What would Halloween be without it?”

“True,” you nod. “I just didn’t know if we were already getting too old to be eating candy on Halloween.”

“No one’s ever too old for candy,” he smiles as he holds out his hand to you.

You gladly take it as you practically skip beside him towards the kitchen. All your fears from the horror movie had been completely forgotten. You were too high off of Minho’s kiss and declaration of love to let anything bring you down.

As you make your way into the kitchen, you catch a glimpse of a figure glimmering in the moonlight from the corner of your eye. It seeps in through the large window over the sink inside the dark room. Suddenly everything from the movie rushes to the forefront of your mind.

You hastily prod Minho with one hand while the other squeezes his other hand tighter. "W-who’s t-that?" you quietly stammer.

Minho looks up to see what you were talking about as his eyes catch sight of the mysterious form. Protectively, he stands in front of you, one hand firmly placed out in front of you while the other holds you closely behind him. Just as he's about to tackle the ominous looking figure, the lights flicker on leaving a wide eyed Seungmin and a stunned Minho.

Minho stares back at his frozen 남동생 (younger brother), a bowl full of candy tightly clutched against Seungmin’s chest. Seungmin lets out a guilty smile as he slowly hides it behind his back. "Trick or treat," he chuckles nervously, flashing them a puppy smile.

"Yah! Seungmin! You gave us a heart attack!" Minho huffs, crossing his arms. You bite your lips, trying to hold back a laugh. So you weren't the only one who was scared.

Seungmin chuckles as he goes up to Minho, squeezing his cheeks. "Awe, was our little bunny scared?"

"No!" Minho lies, swatting his hand away. “Don’t touch me.”

Seungmin re-directs his attention towards you. “And you, did you keep your end of the bet?”

You look between Minho and Seungmin before finally giving in. “No,” you sigh.

“Ha! I told you you wouldn’t be able to sit through a whole movie!” Seungmin taunts. “And you said that–.”

“I mean technically I did…just in Minho’s arms,” you whip back quietly.

“...you’d prove me–.” Seungmin stops mid-sentence as his eyes widen. “Wait wait wait,” he says, looking between both Minho and you. “설마 (no way), you two were cuddling on the couch?” A teasing smirk pulls at Seungmin’s lips as Minho and you turn a darker shade of red.

“We weren’t like cuddling cuddling,” Minho starts as you vigorously shake your head in support.

“Ohmygosh, you guys totally were,” Seungmin laughs, enjoying the embarrassed expressions painted across Minho’s and your face. “Is that why you were so adamant about making that bet, Y/N? You wanted an excuse to cuddle with Minho?”

Minho clears his throat. “Anyways, why are you home?”

"What do you mean?” Seungmin remarks. “I told you I'd be back by ten," he points to the clock on the microwave. “Didn’t you see my text?”

"Oh. I must have missed it," he admits.

A smug grin pulls at Seungmin’s lips but before Minho can scold him any further, a disturbing realization suddenly sinks in. "Wait, Seungmin, if you were in here," he pauses, a loud gulp emitting from his throat. "Who turned on the lights?"

At those words, you feel a sinking feeling form at the pit of your stomach as the three of you slowly direct your attention towards the light switch. As your eyes reach the source, you find a beaming Jeongin waving his fingers at you.

"Aiisshh I.N-ah!” Minho says, placing his hand over his heart as you jump back, your side colliding with the edge of the counter. Wincing in pain, you force out a small smile at Jeongin as you try to calm your pounding heart and throbbing hip.

"Awe our little lovers are jumpy tonight," Jeongin laughs as he winks at you before poking Minho's side. “I was wondering when you guys were going to notice.”

As Jeongin makes his way towards the pantry, Minho lets out an exasperated sigh. "You too?" he asks, ruffling his hair. "When did you get back?"

"About ten minutes ago with Seungmin and Yongbok," Jeongin replies as he looks back and forth between the two packages of ramen he now held in his hands.

"Really? Yongbok is here too?" Minho asks in disbelief. As if on cue you hear Yongbok skip into the kitchen. “Oh, hello hyung! I didn’t know you were home?”

As soon as Yongbok’s round, bright eyes meet yours, a wide smile spreads across his lips. “Y/N! It’s been a while! How have you been?” he asks as he embraces you into a tight hug.

“It has! I’ve been good, how about you?”

Seungmin decides to use Yongbok as a distraction as he silently sidesteps his way out of the kitchen, the bowl of candy tightly clutched within his right hand.

Jeongin, who was still pondering over his ramen in the corner, finally smiles as his eyes light up at the beef flavored packet. "You," he whispers as he throws the chicken flavored pack back into the pantry.

Shaking his head, Minho pushes aside his confusion as he refocuses on the task at hand. "Okay, well we were just going to get some candy," Minho says as he opens up the pantry again. Looking for the bag of sweets, he ponders out loud, "where did it—. KIM SEUNGMIN!" Minho yells as Seungmin runs toward his room, giggling aloud to himself. "Yah! You have to share!" Minho sprints after him.

You watch in amusement as Minho charges after Seungmin.

Pulling out a pot, Jeongins says,"It might take a while before you get some candy.”

"Care for some ramen while we wait?" Yongbok asks as he goes to get himself a ramen packet as well.

You let out a soft giggle. "I would love that."

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inurini · 9 months

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leeknow ; beauty+

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straykidsmoonlight · 1 year

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SKZ react- they take their kids to work.

Please send any requests!!

I’m also now writing personalised stories for small tips… unemployment is real in my country… please message or ask (anons more than welcome) for more info!

Chan:

Definitely wakes up lonely knowing your on a business trip, pouting without his morning cuddles

Slowly, pulls himself out of bed, tired after a late night at the studio and worries about how to get all three kids in the car simultaneously

Once they arrive at the JYP building, Brandi and Karl immediately run to their favourite uncle, Jisung and clamber on his lap, while Chan carries your youngest baby in a carrier attached to his front.

Being so young, Libby still has lots of people to meet, so many of Chans colleagues stroll in and out as 3racha work, to cuddle with the newborn.

Chan keeps a watchful eye the whole time, always wary when it comes to his precious baby, can only fully concentrate when one of the members is holding her, knowing what amazing dads and uncles they were.

Lee Know:

Another one who hates starting the day without you

Sleepily drives Jeni to work, while you are staying overnight at the hospital with Byeol.

Carefully places Jeni on a sofa in the practice room, surrounded by blankets

100% bet none of the members can focus on the choreography all day… as the coo over Jeni, complimenting Lee Know on her cuteness as he goes all shy and blushy.

Just turns into a massive hugging session as the members pass round the little one for cuddles, as Minho captures the sweet moments on his phone.

Changbin:

Gets really nervous taking both kids out on his own.

Almost cried when you told him the kids would have to go to work with him.

As he tries to work on music, Jimin starts to fuss, and won’t stop crying no matter what Changbin does, while Hyungsik keeps getting bored.

Luckily Jeongin brought one of his kids, so Hyungsik and Jihae could play together

Ends up holding Jimin against his chest with one hand, while typing with the other, every so often looking down to check on her

Hyunjin:

Practically has a mental breakdown the second Cheon-Sa wakes up as he “literally cannot” find anything for his son to wear

Once he’s finally dressed, he gets to the studio where him and the guys are filming SKZ code.

All his uncles can be seen with huge smiles as Hyunjin walks in cradling his only baby.

Carefully hides Cheon-Sa’s face when the cameras are on, as he’s one of the members who doesn’t show his kids face.

All the comments on the video end up being about how adorable Cheon-sa is, and all Stays find watching him with his uncles and dad adorable 🤧

Han Jisung:

This is a perfect example of a child with children

Is completely lost without you while you’re spending time with your friends

Tumbled through the building’s doors with his daughters missing shoes 😭

Literally barley got anything recorded because he was so distracted by his girls. One moment he was racing Mae down the hallways, and the next he was falling asleep with Seol-a and Dani on the sofa

Cries tears of joy when you get home, exhausted from spending all day with his girls.

Lee Felix:

(This gif legit shows how I think he would talk to his kids😭)

Surprisingly really capable without you there, but this sunshine literally pines after you all day

Gets the kids to the JYP building just fine before he realises he’s forgot Milo’s Wolfchan 😭

Milo’s a quiet child, but you forget his his stuffie chan and he will lose it. Felix tries his very best to calm Milo while keeping a watchful eye on his younger baby Hanuel.

Physically cannot calm his son down, and has to call chan in to bring wolfchannie from felixs apartment, just for Milo to cling on to his uncle for the next three hours.

Seungmin:

You leave this man with your girls for two damn hours

He just lets his twins do whatever

Is so much of a pushover😭

The girls literally run around babbling away driving chan half insane (he loves his neices dont worry)

Seungmin just laughs away until one of the girls hits her head and he has to rush her to A and E. feels so bad

All is well, and you return home to Seungmin pretending nothing ever happened

Jeongin:

You are quite scared leaving Jeongin to take all five kids to work

This guy is a great dad though

Somehow managed to juggle a ton of hyper kids, all while recording music

In the end had to record the new song with Seom in his arms, meaning you can hear tiny teeny baby noises in the background of the new song.

Hyungs definitely stare proudly at the scene in front of them, and take tons of photos of their Maknae on top.

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doolset-net · 23 days

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linoyes · 21 days

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chxnsaphrodite · 1 year

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Message in a Bottle (minho x reader)

minho x reader fake dating college au!

a/n: i'm a lil bit too proud of this piece so if you hate it keep it to yourself, this is also the first full-length fic i've written so. inspired by the love hypothesis! came up with the idea originally a year ago after finishing the book.

words: 11.2k

warnings: smut with plot, reader is a virgin, reader uses she/her pronouns, typos, slight corruption kink, protection IS USED FOR ONCE. minho calls the reader a whore like once...maybe twice, lmk if i missed any.

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to say lee minho was boyfriend material would be a mere understatement. to be honest, you saw him as nothing better than just some guy who plays with girls around campus, yet here you were, sealing the deal with him. “it would be for like two months, tops,” minho said. you bit the inside of your cheek.

“and what are you getting out of it? what would you gain?” you asked him.

“lia getting off of my back,” he replied snarkily. lia and minho were exes you could say, but lia was the most consistent girl minho has ever been with. they were known to show up to campus parties and then mysteriously disappear, probably jerking each other off in the host’s room. you were pretty sure minho had every possible std there was out there considering his reputation. but yet here he was, asking you to fake date him for two months. “listen if you’re uncomfortable we don’t have to, but i’m just saying you’d have a reason for the board to believe that you’re gonna still attend miroh college for the rest of the school year and you could get the funds-”

“okay okay i’ll do it just, lets make up rules,” you said, cutting him off. minho smirked.

“lay it on me,” he replied.

“first of all, no kissing, like ever,” you said.

“how are people gonna think we are dating if you wont kiss me?” minho asked.

“well there’s other ways to show affection-”

“you really think someone would believe i wouldnt kiss my girlfriend in public?” minho pointed out.

“okay um, but i- i dont know-”

“have you ever kissed someone y/n?” minho questioned you. you felt your face burnt up slightly.

“i uh well this boy in my 6th grade-”

“no i mean really kissed,” minho added.

“it was pretty real to me,” you commented. minho chuckled.

“okay, so no kissing, but pda?” he asked. you nodded.

“yeah like, hand-holding and stuff,” you stated.

“got it, could i add my own rule?” minho asked.

“sure,” you said.

“dont fall for me, i mean the whole point of this is so i can get a girl off my back, not get another one on,” he said. you nodded confidently.

“will do, won’t catch me slipping,”you replied. minho stuck his hand out to you.

“so its a deal then?”

“deal.”

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you desperately needed this grant from your school, and rumors of you and minho dating would be the perfect way to convince them. this was the first time your school had ever declined your request when it came to your films. your short films had gained multiple awards and praise for miroh college, but it’s because of these awards that other colleges had offered to give you a full-ride scholarship to their schools. to be honest, you had played with the idea of transferring to a film-based college, but you were waiting for one in particular. stray film college had been your dream school since you were 15, and they finally reached out to you. they promised a full-ride scholarship if you could produce one more film, a film that needed to be a personal film. you had no idea what to do for it, but you knew you would need funds for the mic set and to possibly pay actors. you don’t know how or why, but somehow the school caught wind of this, and now suddenly they refused to help you with production altogether. you hate to admit it, but minho’s plan could very likely be the key to your dream school.

you were typing yet another email to your department’s head when someone tapped on the top of your laptop. you looked up and met eyes with your friend, hyunjin. hyunjin ran his fingers through his currently, long blonde hair. “blonde again jinnie?” you asked.

“i needed a change, plus i haven’t tried blonde with my long hair yet so i figured now was the time,” he replied. you chuckled as he took a sit across from you. the two of you met up in the school cafeteria often, ever since you guys met as freshmen. hyunjin was actually the only actor that would always act in your films for free. that’s how the two of you became friends in the first place. “what are you working on now, y/n?” hyunjin asked.

“typing another email, i need to get the funds,” you replied.

“you think they’ll give it to you?” he asked again. you sighed.

“no, but they might soon,” you replied.

“whats the plan? do i need to beat up mr. park?” he questioned. he said the last part with a smirk.

“no hyunjin, this plan does not require anyone being beat up,” you said, you looked around, “it’s a secret for now, i’m sure you’ll hear within the next few days or so.”. hyunjin turned his head to the right.

“what’re you up to?” he asked.

“so many questions! just dont worry about it. you just have to know i have it figured out,” you told him. that was when the messages started.

[minho: hey we need to go to this party tonight

[minho: lia is bringing her entire group there

[you: um ive never been to a party before…

[minho: ur shitting me right?

[you: nope.

[minho: ill pick you up, just be ready in like an hour or two.

[you: hour?

[minho: 2 max, you need to meet some of my friends before hand

[you: i know your friends.

[minho: you know the rumors about my friends, but you dont know my friends

[minho: plus how exactly do you plan on getting home if i end up black out drunk?

[you: 2 and half hours.

[minho: deal.

you closed your laptop. “looks like part of my plan is taking place, ive got to go get ready,” you said, standing up.

“call me later?” hyunjin asked. you shrugged.

“ill be out pretty late,” you commented.

“y/n…you’re not prostituting are you?!” hyunjin asked.

“no! just dont worry ill explain later.”

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you stood in front of the mirror looking at your outfit. you had picked a slightly skimpy outfit, but felt it was appropriate for the occasion, it was a baby pink pleated skirt with a black t shirt. that was when you heard a knock at your dorm’s door. you sighed, knowing it was probably minho already picking you up. you opened the door, and was greeted by a well dressed minho. “you ready?” he asked. you nodded.

the car ride to wherever minho was taking you was uncomfortably silent. to be honest, up to this point you and minho had rarely ever spoken, let alone crossed paths. “so uh…who’s hosting the party?” you asked.

“chris bang,” minho answered flatly.

“i thought you guys hated each other?” you questioned.

“listen, he comes to my friends’ parties all the time, its more of a rivalry if anything,” he stated. you looked out of the window. chris bang was another infamous man around campus. he was the head of the double knot frat, and had a similar reputation to minho. chris’ rep was totally different, where minho was known to be a complete heart breaker, chris was more of the never the same girl twice kind of guy. he never really talked to girls long enough for them to think he liked them, but long enough to be intimate. unbeknownst to you, minho really did hate him. he just didnt make a big deal about it, besides there were more important things to be focusing on, such as making lia go away. minho pulled into an apartment complex. “attention passenger, we have reached destination jisung and changbin’s apartment,” minho announced. minho walked over to your side and opened the door for you. “m’lady” he said, motioning his other arm towards the apartment entrance. you laughed a bit before standing up.

“thank you, sir,” you told him. you closed the car door behind you, after which minho put an arm around your shoulder. you jumped at first being shocked by his action.

“remember, im just your lovely new boyfriend,” he whispered into your ear. you nodded. minho walked you to the door. minho knocked on the door, and surprisingly neither jisung or changbin answered. “seungmin! you’re coming along?” minho asked the man who opened the door.

“why not, haven’t gone out with you guys in a while,” seungmin answered. seungmin met eyes with you and raised his eyebrows. “who’s the chick?” he asked.

“shes-”

“the chick is me. i’m y/n, minho’s girlfriend,” you introduced. seungmin looked over at minho in slight disbelief.

“seungmin the airconditioning is on, close the door!” changbin called. changbin walked over towards the door to see what seungmin was doing, and once again you were looked at with wide eyes. “who-”

“this is y/n, my girlfriend, i was going to tell you guys once i got inside but seungmin felt the need to question us before hand,” minho explained.

“y/n? as in film major y/n?” changbin asked you. you smiled at the recognition for films, and nodded.

“the one and only,” you replied. changbin stuck his hand out.

“your films are awesome, it amazes me that someone that’s my age could produce something like that,” he told you. you shook his hand.

“wow , uh thank you, i didnt take you to be the film type?” you stated. changbin nodded.

“come in come in!” changbin said excitedly.

“is it just me or does changbin look more excited to talk to your girlfriend than us,” seungmin mumbled to minho as the two of you walked in. minho shrugged.

“as long as the lady is happy,” he replied. seungmin looked at minho again.

“since when did you care this much about your girlfriends?” seungmin asked.

“since her,” minho replied, pointing to you and changbin happily chatting. jisung bursted into the room form his bedroom.

“alright let’s get the show on the road, wooyoung is saying chris has some free alcohol and i do not want to miss it,” jisung announce, car keys in hand. jisung looked over at you, “hello there, and who might you be?”. minho protectively put his arm around your shoulders.

“y/n, is my plus one tonight,” minho grinned. you nodded.

“also minho’s latest girlfriend,” seungmin commented. jisung looked at you and minho and shrugged.

“okay, whatever, we need to leave, like now,” he told everyone in the room.

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the moment the 5 of you arrived at the party it was complete chaos. there were girls completely topless dancing on tables, people trying to down as many shots as possible, and pda in every corner. minho grabbed your hand. “follow my lead,” he whispered to you. for some reason, minho holding your hand made your heart skip a tad. you nodded. minho led you to the porch in the back, where there were many familar faces, but particularly lia and her posse. lia had 4 other friends, yeji, ryujin, chaeryeong, and a freshman yuna. as far as you knew, they were all daddy’s money and felt some sort of entitlement at miroh college. other faces you recognized on this porch was of course, chris bang and his close friends, felix and another freshman jeongin. “lee, nice of you to show,” chris commented. minho looked back up.

“wouldn’t miss it, bang,” he replied. it wasnt until you noticed lia practically glaring at you that you remembered you were still holding minho’s hand.

“y/n? right?” chris asked you. you nodded. chris looked back between you and minho. “you two an item or something?” chris asked minho

“my girlfriend actually,” minho answered.

“you ever been to a party before director?” chris interrogated. you hesitated before nodding.

“no she hasn’t,” lia said.

“yes i have, maybe you just haven’t seen me before,” you shot back.

“really? well then maybe you wouldn’t mind playing a few drinking games, you know, with the girls,” lia added. you nodded, more confidently this time.

“totally,” you replied. lia looked back at her girls, and at the same time minho whispered to you,

“y/n are you sure about this? i could easily think of a way out of this-”

“let’s go then,” you stated confidently to lia. lia smirked.

“sounds fun, you boys won’t mind if we disappear for an hour or two,” she asked. minho glared at lia, knowing she was up to something. “oh c’mon minho, let the girl have some girl time, besides who knows, maybe by the time we’re back you’ll have found someone else to play with,” lia replied snarkely. minho clenched his teeth, but you put your hand on his shoulder as a way to tell him it was alright. yeji got up form her chair.

“let’s go,” she told her friend. you followed the 5 girls back into the frat house, where you ended up in some unknown person’s room. there were many other girls you recognized from around the campus in the room. yeji picked up a random bottle on the floor and read the name. “here, “y/n, you’ve surely had this before,” yeji picked up a bottle that had the name ‘jagermeister’ printed on it, and handed it to you. truth be told, you knew next to nothing about alcohol, let alone had you drunk more than the champagne you drank at new years.

“of course,” you lied. yeji looked back up at lia.

“why don’t you take a drink or two?” lia said, handing you the bottle. you opened the bottle, and got a whiff of a black licorice that made you want to throw up an entire lung. “go on,” lia told you. you gulped before you started chugging it. the other girls looked at you in shock.

“y/n are you okay?” chaeryeong asked you. you squeezed your eyes and nose before nodding.

“yeah, totally, like i said, i’ve drank before..” you trailed off, “maybe not as intense as that.”. lia let out a scoff. you stood up. “either way, im gonna find minho,” you said. you walked away from the room, and as you closed the door you sighed.

“girls giving you a hard time?” a familiar voice called. you turned to see jisung.

“uh yeah sure,” you answered.

“y’know its only because lia believes you and minho’s ruse,” he replied.

“yeah i- wait what?” you asked surprisingly.

“i can read right through you two, minho may be able to fool the others but he still can’t fool me,” jisung explained. you looked at him, and started to open your mouth when jisung said, “don’t worry i wont tell anyone, i’m not sure why you two decided to do this, but i won’t tell,”.

“thank you, jisung,” you said. jisung moved to the side.

“welp, i’ve gotta go do what i was doing before i met up with you,” jisung told you.

“yeah, of course,” you replied. jisung walked passed you, and you watched as he left. you walked down the stairs to the first floor of the frat house. as you stood and watched chaos, you could suddenly feel the rush of the drink from earlier sinking in. it was then you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“y/n are you okay?” minho asked. you stared at him for a second before feeling a sudden rush to your gut. you shook your head before you threw up all over minho and yourself.

it was like the world stopped in that moment and your first instinct was to run away.

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you ran down the street, with no real destination in mind other than far away from the doubleknot frat. suddenly your fuzzy mind was interrupted by a voice.

“y/n?”

“y/n??”

“y/n!!”

and suddenly you were blacked out.

you groaned as you awoke in an unfamiliar bed room, but a quick sniff of the bed sheets you recognized it was hyunjin’s. you sat up and felt your head pounding. “goodmorning, sleeping beauty,” hyunjin said, standing in the door way.

“what happened?” you asked.

“i should be asking you the same thing,” hyunjin replied. you thought for a moment on the events of last night.

“i know i was at chris bang’s party,” you said, “oh my god minho!”.you reached for your phone, which hyunjin had (thankfully) taken the liberty to plug in for you. just a glance at the messages you suddenly remembered a key moment from last night.

[minho: hey where are you?

[minho: y/n this isnt funny, answer your phone

[minho: im sorry.

“whats got you so worked up, and whats up with you and minho?” hyunjin asked.

“have rumors already spread?” you said. hyunjin let out a sigh.

“unfortunately a bit more than just some rumors spread,” he told you, showing you a video someone had taken of you throwing up on minho. you closed your eyes and lifted your head back.

“of course,” you let out. hyunjin wrapped and arm around your shouldand rubbed your arm.

“hey on the brightside i brought you some hang over food!” hyunjin announced. hyunjin got out of the bed and walked to the kitchen. you sent a quick message to minho.

[y/n: im so sorry a million times over, could we meet up today?

[minho: yeah, campus research center?

[y/n: sounds good.

hyunjin walked in with a breakfast bagel sandwich and a smoothie concoction. “what;s the drink?” you asked.

“hangover juice,” he answered. you took the drink from his hands and took a big gulp of it. you squeezed your eyes and nose.

“that is so gross why would you even give me that!” you exclaimed.

“i never said it was good,” hyunjin mumbled.

the school’s research center was surprisingly empty, with just a few students surrounding you. you waited until minho finally showed up.

“minho,” you called.

“you ever heard of answering your phone?” he asked aggresively.

“i know, im sorry, i can pay for dry cleaning-”

“thats not what i was worried about, you rand out of the party with no one, drunk and alone, do you know how scary that sounds?” minho asked you.

“i- uh, yeah,” you replied. there was an awkward pause.

“i’m sorry, y/n, i was just, i was really worried,” he stated. you nodded. “so you got home safe?” minho asked.

“yeah, my friend hyunjin found me, luckily,” you asnwered.

“good,” minho said.

“did lia believe it?” you asked. minho smirked.

“totally,” he told you, “according to changbin she wouldn’t shut up about it, but then the whole throwing up thing happened..”. you smacked your face with your hand.

“what am i going to do that video is so embarrassing,” you said.

“oh that's nothing, last year a video of jisung stripping completely naked surfaced,” minho told you. you shivered at the thought of a video of yourself stripping being spread without your consent. “besides its only spreading because i mean, who would expect you to be at bang’s party,” minho said.

“was it really that big of a deal?” you asked. minho nodded.

“look, this crowd of typical college kids know when theres someone new, let alone someone who’s already known around campus for films,” minho answered. there was an uncomfortable silence between the two of you.

“so uh, what now?” you asked.

“well i guess we have to make some more exclusive meetings now that the words out,” minho replied.

“so dinner?” you suggested.

“sure,” minho said.

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unsurprisingly, you arrived first to the local restaurant on campus. though it wasnt uncommon, minho was slightly late, but it had already been 15 minutes. you sighed as you checked your phone, expecting a text message saying he was caught up in something, but to no avail, nothing. suddenly you heard someone knock on the table. “minho- oh, uh chris,” you said, looking up at the bleach blonded man.

“fancy seeing you here, y/n, lee leaving you waiting?” he asked you.

“well not really, im actually here early,” you lied.

“mind if i take a seat?” he asked, motioning to the booth seat in front of you.

“i- uh- yeah sure?” you replied. he chuckled.

“you sound scared, i’m just taking a seat until your boyfriend gets here, someone’s got to look over the pretty ladies,” chris said flirtatiously. you let out an awkward chuckle. “so, you and minho, how did you two meet?” he asked you. you quickly tried to think of a lie.

“uh, highschool,” you answered. chris looked at you suspiciously.

“lee didn’t go to our highschool,” he stated.

“okay well- wait what? our school?” you questioned. he turned his head slightly.

“do you not remember me?” he started, “we were in the same home economics class.”. you sat there and thought about it. suddenly you gasped.

“bang chan?!” you exclaimed. he giggled.

“yeah, i don't go by chan anymore, just chris,” chris told you, “i actually was wondering if you’d do me a favor and keep it between us?”. you nodded.

“of course, im just embarrassed i didn’t recognize you earlier,” you told him.

“no it's okay, most people didn’t or don’t, but i was more shocked when i heard your name spring around,” he explained.

“yeah well, that makes two of us, i never expected my films to get much praise,” you replied.

“i could, i still remember that jackson guy having you edit is student president video,” he said.

“you remember that?! don't speak of my dark past,” you said. you both laughed and smiled at each other.

“could i maybe have your number? maybe we could do some good old high school reminiscing together?” chris asked. you nodded.

“yeah of course,here hand me your phone,” you said. you took chris’ phone and typed your number when someone cleared their throat. you both looked up to minho. you handed chris back his phone.

“bang, would you mind telling me why you’re talking to my girlfriend?” minho questioned chris.

“i was just leaving actually,” chris said, standing up from the booth. chris walked away, and minho watched as he left. minho sighed before taking a seat where chris once sat.

“he didnt do anything right?” he asked. you shook your head.

“no uh, he was just asking some basic questions about us,” you answered. minho sort of looked off for a moment, you felt like he wanted to know more, but knew he wasn’t going to ask. “anyway, you’re late, like way late,” you stated.

“i know im sorry,” he replied. you sighed.

“it’s fine i guess,” you said. minho reached for your hands across the table and lightly squeezed. something about it, despite you knowing it was an act, felt so nice. it felt, right, to be with minho at that moment, and undoubtedly minho really wasn’t that bad of a guy. he seemed to care deeply about whether or not you were comfortable with specific things or whether you were safe. but part of you just thought that it was minho being a decent human being, and you curse yourself for setting your standards in men so low. “chris seems, nice enough, why do you guys hate each other so much?” you asked. minho didnt answer.

“its not important, really,” minho began, “we just don’t mesh i guess.”. you decided not to push more. you looked up from minho, and spotted some girls a few tables down looking at you and minho. “are they looking?” he asked. you nodded. he smirked. “great, surely they’ll tell all their little friends,” he responded.

“hopefully,” you responded.

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“you’re dating who?!” hyunjin exclaimed. you quickly shushed him.

“not so loud jinnie, it’s still a library,” you replied, “plus i thought the rumor would have spread by now.”.

“i mean yeah, but i just assumed it was fake, y’know never took you as minho’s type,” he stated. you sighed.

“well, uh, i am so,” you said. hyunjin wrinkled his eye brows and leaned in.

“you’re totally fibbing,” hyunjin wh

“pshh what?” you stated loudly. you flushed at your sudden burst before clearing your throat, “i mean, what? why would i lie about that,” you said. hyunjin chuckled and crossed his arms.

“i don’t know maybe to convince the board you have a reason to stay at miroh,” hyunjin said flatly. you sighed.

“okay,” you admitted.

“seriously?” he asked. you nodded in shame.

“but look, it’s just until stay college can view my film,” you told him.

“now everything makes sense, the secrecy, the parties,” he started listing.

“look, but you can’t tell anyone, not even his friends know,” you explained. hyunjin zipped his lips.

“your secret is safe with me,” he stated. someone cleared their throat behind you and hyunjin, startling you both. you turned around and to your horror met eye contact with chaeryeong.

“woah! chaer! didn’t- uh, see you there!” you said nervously.

“i heard everything,” she said softly. you looked at hyunjin terrified.

“well, uh, y/n and i were just talking about a film she’s making right?” hyunjin lied. you nodded.

“and the film includes y/n fake dating minho?” she asked. you looked at her pleadingly.

“chaer look i can explain-”

“im not going to say anything, even if the other girls knew, we all know lia needs to get over him,” she stated.

“thank you thank you thank you!” you exclaimed.

“i actually came over to talk to you, like a friend maybe?” she asked. hyunjin looked at you warningly.

“why?” you asked.

“someone has to make sure lia doesn’t make your life a living hell, and you’re gonna need someone besides minho to have your back,” she said.

“i have her back!” hyunjin exclaimed.

“okay, but you’re a guy, she needs some girl advice,” chaeryeong said, “and you don’t exactly run with our crowd.”. hyunjin sighed.

“i suppose,” he replied dramatically.

“hyunjin you can’t ‘suppose’ things for me! but either way, what would you get out of this chaer?” you asked.

“nothing other than lia getting over minho and a cool new film friend,” she said. you thought about it, chaeryeong is a super nice girl. out of all of the girls she had the friendliest aura.

“alright,” you said.

before you knew it, you were back in jisung’s car with minho and his other friends. chaeryeong had given you a warning about this party earlier, so it was no surprise when you received the text from minho. this party seemed even crazier just from the outside. minho gripped your hand. “promise you won’t go drinking by yourself again,” minho said. you nodded.

“i won’t,” you replied.

“love birds come on!” changbin called. the house was trashed, and there were plenty of people dry humping and making out in clear sight. you don’t know when but at some point you stood there and stared at your surroundings, and it was then you realized you had lost minho. not only minho, but changbin, jisung, nor seungmin were nowhere to be found. you quickly took out your phone to text one of the four, but a familiar voice called to you.

“y/n? lee brought you along again?” chris said. you looked up at the familiar man. you nodded.

“yeah but haven’t the slightest clue where he went this time,” you said.

“he left a lady like you unattended?” he asked you.

“oh no! i uh, i actually left on accident and i-”

“relax, y/n, i was just messing with you,” chris told you. you chuckled nervously.

“right,” you said. chris gave you an endearing smile, which sent slight butterflies to your stomach.

“so, you know who hosting this party?” he asked you. you shook your head. “you’d be shocked to know this is mark lee’s place,” he said.

“mark lee still lives around here?” you asked.

“apparently, he invited me actually,” he added.

“he was probably shocked to see bang chan with an amazing build to,” you said. you then realized what you said. “oh my god did i just say that im so sorry-” chris laughed at your mess up.

“its alright, besides, nice to know you think i have a nice build,” chris flirted. okay so maybe you knew you shouldn’t be flirting with bang chan, or chris bang or whatever everyone called him. but it couldn’t hurt right? it’s not like you and minho were actually dating. but something about him was so…relaxing. he felt like someone you could spend time with and have meaningful conversations with you.

“y/n! there you are! we’re playing truth or dare in- oh, hello there bang,” minho said, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“truth or dare? what is this middle school?” you asked minho.

“pretty common at these parties, lee, you didn’t tell y/n about one of the traditions at mark lee’s parties?” chris asked minho.

“well i didn’t think it was that important, some of us have other priorities than just partying, bang,” minho replied.

“ouch you really think that lowly of me, lee?” chris said, putting his hand over his heart.

“actually, bang, i would like to know why you are talking to my girlfriend,” minho stated snarkely.

“okay so truth or dare why dont we just go babe!” you told minho, calming him down before he started something. minho wrapped an arm around you, before he turned the two of you away from chris. minho leaned into your ear.

“i wouldn’t hang around him much, y/n, not unless you’re with one of us,” minho told you.

“why he seems alright?” you replied confused.

“just take my word for it,” minho said. you sighed. soon you found yourself ina room surrounded by a mixture of people you’d met and not met, and of course lia and her friends were there. you made eye contact with chaeryeong and grinned. “alright why dont we get started,” minho announced to the room. you and minho took a seat next to each other on a couch.

“minho you didn’t tell me your lady was y/n,” mark lee said.

“hello to you again mark,” you replied.

“you know mark lee?” minho asked you. you nodded.

“don’t worry about it,” you stated. for once minho didn’t push for more info, and the game began. it was a typical drinking game with the occasional sexual request. honestly, it seemed everyone in the room had forgotten you’d existed until it got to mark.

“so y/n and minho, you two are an item, right?” mark asked.

“yes,” minho answered.

“but yet i’ve yet to see you two have any action like you and lia,” mark told minho.

“why should we have to?” minho asked.

“i’m just saying maybe you don’t like y/n that much,” mark stated. ouch. okay maybe you weren’t actually dating but that did tang your feelings a bit.

“mark, me and y/n are none of your business,” minho said.

“besides we don’t need to flaunt that we like each other to everyone,” you retorted.

“then why don’t you prove it?” mark asked.

“what? lee this is obviously ridiculous,” minho said.

“no i don’t think so,” lia added, “you and i had our fun didnt we?”. lia looked at you after saying this.

“y/n i dare you to get on minho’s lap and make out with him,” mark told you.

“mark why are you so obs-”

“alright,” you replied confidently. you got up from your seat before draping yourself on top of minho. you leaned your head in and touched his forehead. minho looked at you with shocked eyes.

“are you sure?” he wh you nodded, and as soon as you gave him permission, minho wrapped his arms around your shoulders and leaned in to kiss you. everyone in the roomed seemed to ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ but honestly you drowned it out. minho took the lead, and even wrapped his arms around your waist. minho dominated you completely. unconsciously, you grinded against minho’s abdomen, feeling a surge of excitement down below. minho slowly pulled his face back. without realizing it you whispered softly:

“wow,”. suddenly you stood up and took your seat next to minho.

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finally the night seemed over, and minho was driving you home. “y/n, have you ever done that before?” he asked you.

“done what?” you asked back.

“you know…making out,” he stated. you blushed a little bit.

“um, no,” you replied. minho inhaled sharply.

“y/n…have you ever kissed anyone before?” he implored. you paused before answering.

“i uh well i-”

“don’t tell me i was your first kiss,” minho said.

“i won’t then,” you replied.

“y/n,” he said, “you could have said no.”.

“its okay! it was just a kiss right? i mean im not 15 anymore minho,” you told him. minho bit the inside of his cheek. you could tell something about this had bothered him. you weren’t so sure why, it’s not like minho had that much of a conscience anyway.

“well you also said at the begining of this no kissing,” he sreplied.

“we were in a circumstance where it was needed,” you said. honestly, you had forgotten there were rules to this arrangement. you didnt want to say it out loud, but you’d grown used to the arrangement. used to people calling you minho’s girlfriend, or vise versa depending on the person.

there was one rule that was bothering you. you’d never had sex. like period. masturbation, maybe, but you never really tried it. once you got home that night you tossed and turned, possibly trying to sleep, but you could only think about minho’s lips. you feel slightly ashamed to be having this naughty thoughts, secretly wishing minho would trace his hands down your body. and as you started to imagine, you found yourself copying these actions. minho using his lips to gentle kiss down your body until finally reaching your aching core and then- you heard a knock at your door. you got up, flushed a little from what you were about to do, and left your bedroom. you opened the door to see minho. “minho what are you doing here?” you asked him.

“i don’t think we should do this anymore,” he told you.

“wait what? why?” you asked.

“it’s gone too far,” he said, “you’re breaking the rules you set for my own gain, plus we’ve yet to do anything that will benefit you.”. you thought for a moment about what minho was saying.

“you promised me two months, the board hasn’t even changed their mind about my funds,” you stated, “plus if you want to do something for me, we can go to the film fair tomorrow, our school is hosting it.”.

“are you serious?!” he exclaimed excitedly.

“yeah it’s whatever, i can just uninvite hyunjin,” you said, “plus the head of the film department will be there, surely seeing us will make some sort of change.”. minho grinned.

“great,” he said.

you waiting for minho’s text saying he was outside the next day. the film fair was one of your favorite events of the year, before the whole holding back your funds thing. it was a great time to get feedback and other techniques from fellow directors. originally you were going to take hyunjin, you guys typically went every year, but you figured taking minho with you this one time would not be too big of a deal.

[minnie: im outside

you smiled at the message before stepping out and getting into his car. “is this outfit okay?” he asked you. you chuckled. “what?” he asked.

“it’s just here you are asking me if what you’re wearing is appropriate for a film fair,” you repleid.

“i’ve - uh, i’ve never been to one,” he admitted.

“obviously, stop being so nervous it’s just like going to a festival,” you assured him.

“hey don’t make fun of me!” he pouted.

“okay mr. popular, let’s get to the fair,” you said. the fair was as busy as ever, and a part of you was excited to just show minho around. you led him to the screening theatre, where you watched many films, but one in particular played that seemed to change the vibe between you two. film was art, and often directors and script writers include things from personal lives, what you weren’t expecting was for a sex scene to begin playing. minho glanced over at you, biting his lip slightly before turning back. you were incredibly focused on the camera angles and how the director was able to get a cinematic look at the scene, but minho could only be reminded of last night. he assumed you just didn’t noticed how much making out with you affected him, he fought back a lot of impulses to just pin you down right then and there. the thought of you unconsciously grinding against him desperately turned him on in a way he’d never been before. the thought of how unknowing you were when it came to relationships was attractive to minho in a way, it was almost like he could corrupt you by himself. “minho?” you called. minho shook his head from his thoughts.

“yeah?” he asked.

“i’m sorry, is this boring?” you replied.

“no! no! i was just spacing out, you know,” he answered. you got up and grabbed his hand.

“let’s go see other things! plus i need to make sure we’re seen by the other professors!” you exclaimed. minho nodded and gripped your hand back, following you. the two of you were walking around the festival until you were stopped by another student holding a camera.

“could i snap a photo of you two? it’s for the school’s newspaper,” the student requested. you turned your head towards minho who nodded that it was alright.

“sure!” you answered.

“alright now pose!” he told you and minho. you leaned your head towards minho as the picture was taken. “hmm, i'm not sure if this is the shot i’m looking for, could we maybe be a bit more romantic, like maybe a kiss or something?” he asked. you looked at minho nervously. minho saw your worried look.

“uh, maybe not,” he answered.

“c’mon! just a peck on the cheek?” the photographer asked.

“okay,” you answered, without really asking minho beforehand.

“alright now 3-” you closed your eyes, getting ready to give minho a peck on the cheek. “2-” you leaned in, “1!” expecting to feel minho’s cheek against your lips, instead you met minho’s lips. the two of you looked at each other with wide eyes before quickly pulling away from each other. “aww, now that’s a cute one! thanks you two!” the photographer said, quickly walking away from the two of you, probably so you couldn’t deny the picture being used.

“y/n- i’m so sor-”

“miss l/n!” a professor called. not just any professor, but your film super visor. dr. han was the main person in charge of whether or not you could get funds for your big film.

“oh hi there dr. han! fancy seeing you, the film advisor, at our local college film festival,” you said awkwardly, knowing he just witnessed you and minho’s accidental kiss a second ago.

“yes, fancy it is miss l/n..i was rather surprised you didn’t submit a film this time around,” dr. han commented. bullshit. he knows exactly why.

“oh i’m just saving up for film equipment!” you said. minho looked at dr. han and back at you. minho had only really heard rumors about dr. han and how strict and intimidating he is. he also could see through dr. han’s bullshit as well as you could. it was pretty obvious there was a hint of tension between you and the professor. and not the good, sexual, kind. the kind that was between him and chris kind of tension.

“and who’s this that you’re with?” dr. han asked.

“oh this is-”

“lee minho, y/n’s boyfriend! so night to meet you dr. han, y/n has told me so much about how you’ve helped her and her films!” minho interjected. dr. han looked at minho suspiciously.

“ah yes, mr. lee, i believe i’ve heard some students mention you two are new item,” the professor said to minho. minho didn’t like dr. han. he decided this right there. why would a professor be so invested in rumors around the college? minho put his arm around you and laughed awkwardly.

“yeah, i guess we have been pretty open about our relationship, right y/n?” minho asked you.

“yeah, sorry you had to see me in such a casual way professor,” you apologized.

“oh its no problem, students should be free to…express however they want,” dr. han said. there was an awkward silence that followed his sentence.

“well, minho and i have other film festival things to see, it was nice seeing you dr. han!” you said, taking minho’s arm off your shoulder, and grabbing it to walk away.

“that’s the ass that’s withholding your funds?” minho asked. you sighed.

“yeah, but he’s probably the one guy i have to get through to get my funds. so it’s priority that he knows we’re dating. thank you for the save,” you told him, “either way is there anything else you’d like to see, i come to this festival like every year so.”.

“what’s your favorite thing at this festival?” minho asked you. you thought about your answer for a bit.

“okay, its boring though,” you answered.

“i don’t care,” he said. you smiled, you realized you were still holding minho’s arm, and let go.

“okay follow me!” you exclaimed

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you took your id out of your bag, and used it against the photo lab’s door. “this isn’t apart of the festival,” minho commented.

“no, but since everyone is at the festival no one is gonna come in here, also it’s so much quieter in here,” you replied, opening the door to the dark room. the two of you walked in and minho let out a quiet ‘wow’. you looked at the slight red rays against minho’s face with a smile while he stood astonished at the room.

“what is this place?” he asked.

“dark room, it’s used to process film,” you answered. minho looked at all the processing images around him, before turning back to you. you walked over to a clear empty table, typically used to set your things down before doing anything else in the room. you pushed your self up before taking a seat. “i love this place, i mean i don’t think i’ve used it since freshman year, and since the first award winning film i made,” you said, “i’m sorry i’m talking too much aren’t i, i’ll just-”

“no no! i-,” minho started, “i like hearing what you like.”. minho stood in front of you, the two of you staring into each other's eyes. you hadn’t noticed it before, but his eyes were this almost black tone, which made the lights reflecting off of them look like mini stars. there was a silence between you two, it was comfortable though. minho brought a hand up to your cheek and rubbed his thumb against it.

“minho,” you called. he hummed, removing his hand, but you quickly reach for it to go back. his skin was incredibly soft for a college man, let alone one like minho who you assumed couldn’t have a skin routine. you rubbed your thumb across his hand before he put his forehead against yours.

“can i kiss you?” he whispered.

“please,” you answered. and for the first time, minho kissed you. not like for show, but really kissed you. this kiss felt different, it was definitely real, but it was also heavy. eventually this one kiss turned into another, and then another, until finally the two of you were making out. you spread your legs, allowing minho to stand between them as he continued kissing you. minho eventually moved from your lips to your neck, and the sudden contact made you let out a mewl. he pulled back.

“is this okay, y/n?” he asked.

“more than okay, please just- don’t stop,” you begged. minho smirked, hearing your request turned minho on more than he’d like to admit. his demeanor changed from an intimate one to a much darker, and sexier one. he began to suck on different parts of your neck, above your collarbone, under your jaw, your jaw line, really anywhere he could. “min please,” you said. he stopped kissing, and looked directly into your eyes. the once star filled eyes were full of determination and want.

“please what baby?” he asked. the low tone of his voice when he said the pet name sent electricity immediately down to your core.

“please more,” you said. minho chuckled as he reached for the hem of your shirt. you lifted our arms up, allowing him to easily take it off. he placed a kiss on your forehead.

“aww pretty baby, has anyone ever seen you like this?” he questioned. you shook your head. he pressed his lips on your chest, just above your breasts.

“no one, just you minnie,” you told him. he pampered your chest and collarbone area in kisses.

“you’re so innocent baby,” minho commented. you groaned at what he said. “what? am i wrong?” he joked with you. he then started kissing your stomach and lower abdomen. you could feel yourself getting hotter.

“minho please touch me,” you requested.

“touch you where?” he asked. you whined.

“you know where please,” you continued. he smirked, and grabbed your cheek.

“here?”, you shook your head, he moved his hand to your chest, “maybe here?”, you once again shook your head, and in response minho for once moved his hands to your inner thighs, “here baby?” but before you could answer, minho moved your skirt up and made contact with your clothed core, “is this where you want minnie to touch you?” he asked. you nodded. he chuckled again, and started rubbing gentle circles around your panties. “i bet you’ve thought about this,” he started, “you’ve touched yourself wishing it was my hand haven’t you, y/n.”. you nodded to minho’s statement. you subconsciously began to grind against his hand and minho brought his other hand to your shoulders. “patience baby, minnie will make you feel all sorts of good, you just need to wait,” he told you. you whined. he then moved his hands to the sides of your hip and gently pulled down your panties. “you’re so wet for me y/n,” he said, suddenly bringing a finger between the lips of your pussy. he rubbed up and down before circling your clit.

“min,” you moaned.

“what?” he asked.

“please put those inside of me please,” you begged. minho smiled.

“so demanding for someone who's never done this before,” he said.

“minho i need you please,” you told him. minho gentle moved the same finger circling your clit into your pussy. you moaned at the contact immediately, this felt way better than your own fingers. minho set a steady pace before his thumb began rubbing you clit. “fuck-” you let out.

“does it feel good baby?” he asked you.

“yes-s-so good,” you answered him.

“good girl, your hole is so tight, do you think it could take another finger?” he asked. you nodded urgently. minho added another finger, this time his movements speeding up. it was embarrassing to you, as you felt an oh too familiar knot form in your stomach. you instinctively began grinding against his hand. upon noticing this, he removed his hand from your pussy. he then put both fingers in his mouth and let them out with a pop. you whined at the sight.

“h-hey! why did you stop?” you asked.

“because i want to taste your cum first hand,” he answered. the statement sent shivers down your entire body. just his fingers alone had you cumming after mere minutes, the idea of his tongue exploring your entire private had your heart beating at a million miles a minute. minho wrapped his arms around your back, and pulled you forward on the table. he then leaned in and kissed you passionately,even sucking on your bottom lip before letting go. “are you ready?” he asked you. you nodded eagerly. minho then got on his knees and used his hands on your inner thighs to spread you out some more.”stay still for me baby,” he told you. you nodded. minho then dived straight into it, lapping your lower lips.he sucked on your clit,causing you let out an embarrassingly loud moan from how good it felt. minho’s tongue then entered your entrance, and licked our walls surrounding it. once again, it wasn’t long before you came on minho’s tongue.

“fuck minho oh my god i’m so sorry-”

“no don't apologize, that was so hot baby,” he assured you. he pulled your panties back up, and you grabbed his arm.

“minho please i want to make you feel good too,” you told him.

“y/n, you really don’t have to, i don’t want to take all your first time’s away from you,” he said. you used both your hands to grab his right hand.

“please minho, please let me suck your cock,” you begged.

“fuck y/n, you’re so intoxicating,” minho admitted. minho gently picked you up off of the table and made you stand against the table. he then unbuttoned his pants, and unzipped his zipper. you easily sunk down to be at level with his member, and pulled his boxers down releasing his erected cock. you looked back up at minho as you wrapped your hand around his shaft. “don’t look at me like that,” minho said to you.

“like what?” you asked.

“like you’re waiting for my permission,” he answered.

“no i’m not i just…i don’t really know what to do,” you admitted. minho brushed his hand through is hair.

“okay, i’ll teach you,” he told you, “first grab it with both your hands, but not too tight, okay baby?”. you nodded, and moved your hands accordingly. he hissed at the contact of your hands and his member. “now start moving back and forth,” he instructed. you then followed suit, starting at a slow but steady pace. minho let out a breathy moan. you movd you hands up and down minho’s shaft for a few moments before he lightly pushed you away.

“what happened?” you asked him.

“y/n…i’m sorry i can’t do this to you, not now at least,” he told you. you putted lightly.

“why not?” you replied.

“you need to have your first time with someone you actually like, not just someone like me,” he explained. he got up, zipped his pants before holding your right hand gesturing you to get up from your knees. “c’mon, let me drop you off,” he said. you shook your head.

“nah i uh, i’ll stay here a little while, you can go, i’ll catch a ride from hyunjin or the bus,” you added. he nodded.

“text me when you get home okay?” he asked. you nodded, and with that you watch minho leave you in the dark room, with all the processing photos there to watch minho walk away from you.

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by all accounts,everything that happened the day before felt wrong, but minho couldn’t quite understand why. he’d messed around with girls since he started college and felt nothing. he messed around with lia for a while and honestly, he wished he could feel guilt. but you were different. the thing about sex to minho is that it has lost all meaning to him. with you, it almost felt better, like there was some true feelings behind it. it scared him in a way. he’d never really felt this way about anyone before. sure he’s had girlfriends, and sure he’s had sex, but with you, he secretly hoped this fake dating thing could possibly be a forever thing. the truth is though, that he knows it has to end eventually. and he’s terrified that if anything more happened yesterday you’d turn into all the other girls he’d fucked. he’d get what he wanted from your body, and then you’d be uninterested, or worse he’d be uninterested. he liked the way his stomach felt when he saw you. he liked the way you talked passionately about films and their directors. he liked that you showed him a secret room that you went to for tranquility. he liked you. maybe even more than that, but he’d never voice that. not when he knows you don’t feel the same way. you would never like someone like minho. aside from your reputation of being a film director, those who had spoken to you could attest that you weren’t just someone that casually dated. infact he can’t remember if you’d even mentioned dating someone before. oh god. you haven’t dated before. minho is all you’ve ever known. and he knows he’s not the greatest option-

“hello, earth to minho?” jisung said. minho shook his head free of his thoughts.

“what were you talking about?” he asked his friend. jisung sighed.

“you’ve been like this all day, what’s going on?” jisung asked.

“oh nothing,” minho lied.

“is it something with y/n? i know you’re not used to these kinds of situations,” jisung told him. minho shook his head.

“no it’s nothing, really,” minho insisted, “just class work.”. jisung looked at minho, as if he knew minho was lying. jisung chose to move on from the topic knowing minho would probably not tell him anything more.

“well anyway, lia is hosting a party tonight, it’s gonna be a big deal, and she wanted me to tell you you were free to go,” jisung repeated.

“cool, i’ll tell y/n, she’ll love to experience something other than bang’s parties,” minho said.

“i don’t know, lia didn’t mention if you could bring y/n,” jisung replied.

“well i’m bringing her anyway,” minho stated. he opened his phone to text you, but he suddenly remembered his thoughts from earlier. in the past sending you a text was simple but now he’s self-aware of every word he uses to send you a message. he would start typing, only to have to retype the message.

you jumped at the sound of your text notification going off. you hate to admit it, but you’d been waiting all day for minho to text you. after last night's events you’ve had a lot of thoughts. to be honest your main concern was whether or not minho would end your deal. but you couldn’t end the deal, you’ve yet to receive an email about your funds and i mean that was totally the only reason. not because you feared the two of you would never talk again after the deal.

[minho: there’s a party at lia’s…are you good with going?

[y/n: yeah totally! what time would you pick me up?

[minho: probably 8ish

you glanced at the clock. it was 1, which meant you had 7 hours. 7 hours was enough time to talk to chaeryeong before hand.

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you were on your own. chaeryeong responded to your text saying she was cramming that night for a test tomorrow. minho and you entered together but he was quickly distracted by his friends and other party activities. “oh hey y/n,” a female voice called. you recognized the voice to be yeji’s, another one of lia’s friends that you’ve met before.

“uh, hi,” you answered.

“minho leave you lonely again?” she asked you.

“oh, no, i just prefer navigating these things on my own,” you lied. you couldn’t let these girls see that they were getting to you. you made a promise to yourself that you wouldn’t let that happen.

“you should join us, lia is having some select people to play some drinking games in her guest room, you should join,” she told you. your initial reaction was to say no, but the thought of pissing lia off was very appealing. you smiled.

“yeah lead the way,” you replied. yeji led you upstairs to the room this drinking game was being played. once you reached the room you immediately noticed that minho was nowhere to be found. everyone sat in a circle, a beer bottle in the center. you’ve seen enough movies to know what this is. someone spins the bottle and the two on the ends end up doing something. yeji handed you a shot glass.

“it’s fireball, trust me, this game is a lot more fun when you’re drunk,” she told you. she also appeared to have a shot, but she was waiting for you to drink yours. you were a tiny bit hesitent, but a shot surely couldn’t hurt? you quickly then took the shot. it was probably the grossest and strongest thing you’ve tasted, but after the unnecessary anxiety the past couple of days, you culdn’t lie that the rush of alchohol felt nice. yeji and you sat in the circle before another friend of their’s, yuna, was in th center.

“let’s stat the game shall we?” yuna asked. the room cheered as she set her hand on the empty beer bottle.

a couple rounds had passed, and by the grace of god, you had yet to go. you had learned that the punishment was for the two people on the ends of the bottle had to make out for at least a minute. you felt a little tipsy from the shot earlier, but nothing more. suddenly, lia appeared in the center and said, “seeing as it’s my party, i think i have a right to spin the bottle,”. you knew this could not be good. lia spun the bottle and as the bottle spun “mysteriously” her foot tapped the glass, leading you to be one of the players. “oops!” lia said. you looked up and met eyes with chris. oh thank god. you had made your way over to him, and boldly sat on his lap. it felt wrong. i mean it’s not like you and minho were really dating right? it’s not cheating right? but that didn’t matter. you were determined to prove lia wrong. about what, you didn’t know but this gme was now in your court.

“y/n you-”

“shh,” you cut chris off, “it’s just a game right?”. you smashed your lips against his, not quite sure how to make out you sort of tried sucking on chris’ bottom lip as minho sucked on yours merely 24 hours ago. tons of squeals, and ooo’s and ahh’s were heard until they abruptly ended by a dead silence. you broke the kiss only to see minho was right beside you, and suddenly he threw a hard punch at chris, pushing chris backwards.

“this is some stupid game, lia, grow the fuck up and get over it. i’m not leaving y/n. especially not for you. and bang, keep your hands to yourself and think twice before touching my girlfriend ever again.” minho stated coldly. minho grabbed your hand, sort of forcing you to stand up. “we’re leaving. let’s go, babe,” he said, leading you out of the room.

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the car ride back to your apartment was silent. you felt bad. you hadn’t thought it was personal, honestly, but you felt bad. minho put his car in park as he found a space at your apartments. “minho i-” you were quickly cut off by his lips pressed against yours. this kiss was very different from the warm and heavy from the day before, this one was needy and demanding. you kissed back, of course, and attempted to continue the kiss, but minho let go.

“god you are so insatiable, do you know that?” he told you, “do you know how badly it’s taking everything in me not to just devour you right here, right now.”.

“then do it,” you stated. minho sighed.

“i can’t,” he said.

“why not?”

“becuase it’s you..”

“what’s that supposed to mean? is there something wrong with me?”

“no and thats the problem!”

“i’m not following,”

“do i need to spell it out for you, y/n?”

“maybe?”

“i like you. like like you. this isn’t fake to me anymore.” he admitted. a silence flooded the car. he sighed and leaned his head against the head rest. “i like you, y/n, and you don’t have to feel the same way, we can end this now if you want. i broke my own damn rule,” he said. you wereat a loss of words. maybe because a boy has never confessed to you like this, hell a boy has never confessed to you. “i’m sor-”

“i mean the rule was that i can’t fall for you, not that you couldn’t fall for me,” you said. minho laughed.

“okay whatever, can you please say something back to my confession that’s serious,” he asked.

“oh, oh, i like you too minho. i guess i broke your rule,” you replied. minho chuckled.

“i think this is the most awkward confession i’ve experienced, now can i please kiss you, as your boyfriend?” he asked.

“i mean you were already-” minho cut you off with a hushed kiss. this kiss was like the first, warm, sweet, genuine. he tried to pull away, but you wrapped your arms around his neck. he began to kiss somewhat harsher, demandingly. you could feel yourself become aroused just by his kiss. minho let go.

“i need to have you, baby,” he said. you nodded and the two of you got out of his car. as soon as you were inside your apartment, minho pressed you against the door, pressing his lips against yours harsher than before. he grabbed both of your wrists and held them above your head as he continued to kiss you, eventually kiss your shoulders and your neck and underneath your jaw. “i need you to tell me you’re okay with this, because once i start i will not stop unless you say a safe word,” he told you.

“safe word?” you asked.

“its a word you’ll say if you’re ever uncomfortable and we need to stop,” he answered.

“bunny?” you said.

“perfect,” he replied, before undoing your pant buttons. he rubbed your core through your panties, and you let out a whimper. “what’s wrong baby?” he asked.

“i need you,” you said.

“fuck, y/n, you cannot just be saying that or else i’ll need to fuck you right here,” he replied. you whined at his statement. “what? is something wrong?” he asked, genuinely.

��no, nothing is wrong it’s just, you’re so hot,” you told him.

“such a desperate little baby, getting turned on just by my words,” he said, “i’m going to make you my little baby, you’d like that wouldn’t you? would you like to be minnie’s little cum whore?”. he then put his hand down your panties, rubbing his pointer finger over your clit.

“f-fuck,” you let out in a whisper.

“i know you like my fingers more than that, be loud for me baby,” minho instructed. suddenly he inserted two of his fingers into your core. he moved at a steady pace, one that wasn’t too fast or too slow. “god you’re so tight,” he commented to himself.

“m-min i-i’m-”

“don’t.” he told you, “trust me i can feel how tight you are, but tonight i want you cum on something else.”.

“wh-what?” you said. minho removed his fingers from your dripping cunt. minho picked you up and walked towards your bedroom. he sat you on the edge, took off your pants and panties, then, grabbing your thighs he pushed your core to his face and immediately began lapping at your pussy. you brought your hands down to grip minho’s locks as he went down on you. “minnie oh shit– that feels so good,” you said. he huffed against you as a response. suddenly, you felt fingers entering you again, this time at a much faster rate. you felt like this was cloud 9. nothing could feel better than this moment. “min- i-i can’t hold it anymore please,” you begged. minho suddenly pushed away, and ou whined at the loss of contact. he pulled down his pants and you could see his length through his boxers. it was practically begging to be freed. minho ran his fingers through his hair.

“do you have any condoms?” he asked you. you remembered you had a few in your drawer, some for safe keeping. minho walked towards your bed side drawer and took the condom out. he ripped it open and pulled down his boxers. his member sprung, and seemed to be slightly wet from his own pre-cum. he pumped himself a few times before he put on the condom. he then came back and leaned over you. “are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asked. you nodded your head. you took your right hand and gently held his cheek.

“more sure than i’ve ever been,” you answered. and with that, minho took your hand and held it, intertwining your hands.

“alright, now this may hurt a little baby, but i promise i’ll make you feel so good. please just say your safe word if you want to stop.”. you nodded. minho rubbed his member between your lips, using your wetness as lube. he then aligned himself to your opening, and slowly inserted himself in. you squeezed minho’s hand at the slightest pinch you felt from his cock entering you. minho slowly inserted himself inch by inch, until finally he bottomed out, causing him to let out a moan. “god your pussy is amazing, are you okay sweetheart?” he asked.

“yes minnie,” you started, you could feel yourself clench all of the sudden, “please move.”.

“of course, i’m gonna use this pussy as my personal pocket,” he answered you. he then brought himself out before entering again. minho began to thrust, each pump getting faster than the last. “g-god you’re tighter than i though, i could use your cunt all day,” he stated. you moaned at the thought causing minho to chuckle. “you like that huh? you want to be minnies little fuck toy?” he said.

“y-yes please, just, don’t stop this feels so good,” you managed to let out. minho began a steady pace, similar to his fingers that was in between fast and slow. “min i feel it-”

“thats alright baby, cum on my cock. show minnie how good you feel, my sweet.” he said. you felt yourself unravel, letting out some curses and versions of minhos name. it wasn’t too long before minho came as well, cumming inside of his condom.

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when you woke up, you felt the warmth of minho’s arms around you. he smirked. “goodmorning sweetheart,” he said. you yawned.

“have you been watching me sleep?” you asked.

“don’t ruin the moment!” he said, “i just wanted to look at my perfect girlfriend.”. you loved hearing that come out of his mouth, genuinely. you snuggled yourself into his chest.

“i could just lay with you all day,” you said.

“is that so?” he replied. you nodded.

“i’m being so serious,” you repled. minho ran his fingers through your hair.

“do you think you’ll get the funds to your film now?” he asked you.

“i’m not sure, not unless you released our sex tape publicly, but in that case it better not have been for free,” you answered. minho laughed, and you listened to the way his voice sounded with your ear pressed to his chest.

a/n: i hoped you enjoyed it!! <3 thankss for reading.

#minho #leeknow #leeminho #minhoskz #skz #straykids #minho smut #leeknow smut #skz smut #skz hard hours #straykids smut #leeknow x reader #minho x reader

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yeritheloml · 2 years

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skz fic recos

all of these fics are 18+. minors please stay out. read at your own risks.

genres: all of there are smut

fics under the cut

##. bangchan !!

timestamps:

03:16 am - @stay-corner

11:44 - @chans-starlight

22:35 - @lix-ables

Lights Down Low - @thevampywolf

Overtime - @hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf

Boyfriend!BangChan - @mingiswow (f)

Afterschool - @corruption-skz

hatefuck with chan - @ballelino

All Mine - @green-orangeade

“Can you pin me up against the wall?” - @lixhues

jealous-chan - @pastelracha

“Can you pin me up against the wall?” [drabble] - @dreamescapeswriting

use me - @wnterwnderlxnd

call me yours - @lix-ables

hard thought (no name yet) - @lix-ables

Three of a Kind - @seospicybin (chan x hyunjin x f!reader) PARTS 1, 2, 3

Wreck Havoc - @matryosika (dom!chan and hard dom!minho x reader)

Experimental Brattiness - @sparkystraynger (chan x f!reader + bratty hyunjin) PARTS 1, 2

Untitled - @linoguistics (chan x gn!reader x lee know)

good for us - @wnterwnderlxnd (3racha x f!reader)

##. minho !!

timestamps:

2:22 AM - @planetdreaming (hyunjin x minho x f!reader)

10:12 PM - @planetdream (minho x f!reader x changbin)

1:10 AM - @matryosika

Vacation - @corruption-skz

twisted fate - @/strayed-quokka

Friends? With Benefits - @strawberry-felix

afterhours - @matryosika

inexperienced with minho - @ballelino

impatient with minho - @ballelino

All for me - @chvnsser

Wreck Havoc - @matryosika (dom!chan and hard dom!minho x reader)

Untitled - @linoguistics (chan x gn!reader x lee know)

Cute little pain slut - @sparkystraynger (felix x fem!reader x minho)

Unrequited - @jl-micasea-fics (Self-insert, female reader x Lee Know | Self-insert, female reader x Hyunjin) Part I • Part II • Part III • Part IV • Part V • Part VI • Part VII

##. changbin !!

timestamps:

10:12 PM - @planetdream (minho x f!reader x changbin)

Car sex with changbin - @chvnssecret

Good for us - **@wnterwnderlxnd (3racha x f!reader)

Boss’ Girl - @seohotbinnie (changbin x f!reader x ma dongseok)

##. hyunjin !!

timestamps:

2:22 AM - @planetdream (hyunjin x minho x f!reader)

23:39 - @seongyeonsart

12:37 AM - @chvnssecret

Cherry Flavored - @matryosika

pick up the phone - @i4lixie

snapdragon - @skzmix

I’m Going Crazy Now, Out Of Control - @straykidsreactionsandscenarios

unspoken - @mimgis

after hours - @idyllicallycharming

burning sensation - @matryosika

Poolside Fucking - @youn9racha

hatefuck - @ballelino

prove it - @fairlylino

the project - @hyunvom PARTS 1 • 2

The Unexpected Counter - @ch4nb4ng

Reflections - @wnterwnderlxnd

Look at me - @chvnssecret

it counts - @feelylix

snapdragon - @skzmix

Three of a Kind - @seospicybin (chan x hyunjin x f!reader) PARTS 1 • 2 • 3

Housewarming - @etherealinowrites (hyunjin, han, felix x f!reader)

Home Alone - @corruption-skz (hyunjin x felix x f!reader)

into the mirror - @strayed-quokka (hyunjin x fem!reader x slight lino)

Experimental Brattiness, Executing Bratiness (part 2) - @sparkystraynger (chan x f!reader + bratty hyunjin)

##. jisung !!

timestamps: none yet

Untitled - @chansleftpinkytoe

Housewarming - @etherealinowrites (hyunjin, han, felix x f!reader)

Movie Marathon - @corruption-skz (jisung x seungmin x f!reader)

good for us - @wnterwnderlxnd (3racha x f!reader)

##. felix !!

timestamps: none yet

Movie Night - @shhhhhimthinking

Untitled #6 - @matryosika

Special Firsts - @lalal-99

Teach Me - @corruption-skz

Laundry Room - @strawberry-felix

Milk & Cookies - @cinnaminhoroll

some kind of sleepover - @feelylix

Housewarming - @etherealinowrites (hyunjin, han, felix x f!reader)

Home Alone - @corruption-skz (hyunjin x felix x f!reader)

Cute little pain slut - @sparkystraynger (felix x fem!reader x minho)

##. seungmin !!

timestamps: none yet

Short Skirts - @corruption-skz

Waves - @chvnnie

Gentleman - @starryychansfw

Movie Marathon - @corruption-skz (jisung x seungmin x f!reader)

##. jeongin !!

timestamps: none yet

Adulthood - @multihoe-net PARTS 1 • 2

Baby Boy - @corruption-skz

Working it Out - @spilledtee

Drivers License - @leeknowstoy

i saw you and i knew - @etherealinowrites

Change Your Mind - @hwavsg4ch4n

I’m Ready - @hwavsg4ch4n

Heat of the Moment - @bugeater101

teaser - @minzx

dean’s list - @gyuphorias

training wheels - @/bngchnsi

untitled - @leeknowstoy

Gap - @seospicybin PARTS 1 • 2 • 3 • 4

love-hate with jeongin - @ballelino

first time with jeongin - @ballelino

Open wider - @chvnssecret

##. OT8 !!

share you with the boys - @sparkystraynger (OT8 x f!reader) PARTS 1 • 2 • 3

Lessons - @kpop-hive (Series)

Preview

Prologue

Lesson 1: Orgasms (Chan x Jeongin x reader)

Lesson 2: Foreplay (Chan x Seungmin x Reader)

enjoy reading besties!

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eggielix · 1 month

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Favourite boy {Minho x Jisung}

Contents: Minsung Hogwarts story. Leeknow Slytherin, Jisung Hufflepuff. Established relationship. 2.1K words.

It was no secret that Minho didn't really like other people. It was no secret either that he despised Hyunjin. People found it comedic, really. Slytherin seeker, Gryffindor seeker, there is bound to be beef. It was even more comedic to see the two fighting in the hallways. Well, fighting was a big word. It was more about Hyunjin stalking after Minho through the corridors and screaming after them. Today, was one of those days.

It was a day before the match between Slytherin and Gryffindor, and Hyunjin's nerves were getting to him. Even though Chan reminded Hyunjin multiple times that he shouldn't start fighting with Minho, this didn't help.

'Come on, Minho, what the hell?!' Minho picked on the salad in front of him, rolling his eyes at the taller Gryffindor. 'It is a big deal! Gryffindor is supposed to win! We will be behind so bad if we lose!'

'And so will we, Hyunjin.' Minho scoffed. 'I'm not going to let you win. If I take the snitch first, I take the snitch first, if you take the snitch first, you take it first. It's as easy as that.' He gave Hyunjin a mocking smile. 'Now quit it. You try this every year.' Minho looked back at his plate as Hyunjin pulled his bright red hair harshly.

'Minho, everyone is counting on me!'

'We are both seekers, darling. I know everything about it.' Minho took a bite of his salad. 'Sit down, you're making me nervous.' Hyunjin fell down on his seat, running a hand through his hair. The frown on his face told Minho that he was thinking deeply. Minho glanced around, lots of people had been staring at them. It was weird enough for a Gryffindor to join the Slytherin table, only to argue with one of them. Minho caught Seungmin and Jeongin walking toward them, Seungmin with his nose buried in a book and Jeongin basically guiding him so he wouldn't fall down. Jeongin frowned at the sight of Hyunjin, glancing with a "what the hell is he doing here?" expression at me. I simply shrugged.

'Hello hyung!' Seungmin smiled as he sat down next to Jeongin, looking up from his book. 'How did your Transfigurations test go?

'Like shit.' Minho complained. 'I swear, McGonagall hates my guts.'

'Even with my help it still went bad?' Seungmin pouted. Jeongin glared at Minho, so he quickly said:

'It went lots better, but I'm just very bad at Transfigurations, Seungmin.' Minho excused himself.

'He should've dropped it, Seungie.' Jeongin said in a sweet voice. 'Nobody can ever teach him this, he's just very bad.' Minho hummed, playing along with the stupid act.

'Extremely.'

'Minho, can't you just, not try to catch the snitch for once?!'

'Excuse me?!' Jeongin frowned at Hyunjin. 'No?! We're becoming the champion this year, Hyunjin. Slytherin is going to win again.' He served some food for Seungmin. 'Expect to get a broken nose tomorrow...' he sang in a mocking voice.

'Jeongin!'

'What?!'

'That's rude.'

'That's Quidditch!' Minho glanced at Hyunjin, who was giving him pleading eyes. Chan would be weak for this.

'You have my answer, Hyunjin.' Minho shrugged. 'I'm sorry.' Hyunjin groaned, grabbing his bag from the ground.

'I'm going to see Chan.' he announced, standing up and marching away. Jeongin followed him with a judging face.

'Who does he think he is?' Jeongin asked. 'Asking you to let them win?!'

'He tries it every year.' Minho shrugged. 'I'd be worried if he didn't try.' Minho finished his salad, running a hand through his brown hair. 'We have training in an hour.' He announced before standing up. 'Be on time for once.' Jeongin gave him a nasty look, that Seungmin couldn't see because he was buried in his books again. Minho gave him a nasty look back before he turned and walked away. Before Minho left the great hall, he glanced at the Hufflepuff table. He saw Jisung and Felix having dinner together, Felix talking enthusiastically, while Jisung was stuffing his cheeks. He was looking like a squirrel. Cute. He looked at him for a few more seconds before he turned around and walked toward his dormitory.

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'No, no, no, Felix, You can ask Changbin, but I'm not going with you into the dark forest.' Jisung detached himself from Felix's hug, readjusting his large, round glasses. Felix whined.

'You don't want to come with me just because Minho is almost done training!' he complained. Jisung flushed red. Felix sighed. 'I'll ask Binnie then!' He turned swiftly, skipping happily toward the Ravenclaw tower. 'Have fun~' he said with a teasing tone as he disappeared out of sight. Jisung ran a hand through his hair, turning as well and walking out of the castle, his robe fluttering behind him. He slipped out through the large wooden doors, walking quickly to the Quidditch field. When he arrived and didn't see any more people flying through the air, he got worried. Had he been too late? But he got there around this time each week. He quickened his step, frowning at the thought of being late. He stepped onto the field, looking around. The chest full of the Quidditch materials was all still there. A soft sound made Jisung look around, it was a soft whistling noise. But he wasn't really sure where it came from.

'Jisung! Duck!' Jisung turned around, a familiar voice echoing through the air. He didn't have much time to think, before he got tackled through the ground, roughly falling down on the fake grass underneath him. He huffed, all the air getting knocked out of him. A weight fell on top of him, not completely crushing him but a little. He opened his eyes, and it got warm immediately. Minho was hovering above him, his hands pinned into the grass beside his head, dark eyes focused upon Jisung, a slight layer of sweat on his forehead and hair messy. He took a deep breath, before giving Jisung a crooked smile. 'I told you to duck, darling. Not to turn around.' It suddenly got really hot in here...

'I- I- it just didn't register.' Jisung stuttered. 'What are you doing anyway?!'

'It was either me who knocked you down or a beater.' Minho said, gesturing in the air. The whistling sound was now clear, it was a beater who got loose. 'And I think you would have rather me knock you down.'

Oh, you can knock me out anytime. Minho smirked. Wait- he didn't just say that out loud, did he?

'I'm going to get that beater back.' he announced, raising himself up from the ground. Out of instinct, Jisung grabbed the quidditch robes and pulled him back down. Minho's eyes widened, raising his eyebrows. 'Oh?'

'Give me a kiss first.' Jisung demanded. Minho giggled, raising his eyes to see if anyone was around.

'You're always so needy for kisses.' Minho teased. 'Seems like you can't go two days without kisses from me.' Jisung huffed, shoving Minho's chest.

'If you don't want to, then suit yourself!' he scoffed, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms. 'Then go get that stupid beater and-' Minho didn't allow Jisung to finish his sentence before he pressed their lips together. Jisung sucked in a breath, before he relaxed against him, gripping the robes to pull him even closer against him. Jisung could feel him smile against his lips. This only urged Jisung to cup Minho's face, making simply no space in between them. Minho felt slightly damp from sweat, he probably trained so hard. Minho pulled away slightly.

'Sung- I'm all sweaty.' he complained, lips not even inches away. Jisung just rolled his eyes, pulling him closer again.

'I don't care.' he mumbled against his lips. He was pleased to feel Minho smiling against his lips.

'You like me too much.'

'Hmh.' Jisung hummed nonchalantly. 'And what are you going to do about it?' Minho hummed for a while, thinking carefully.

'Make you like me even more?' he suggested. Jisung smiled.

'What a suggestion.' Minho moved down once again, to give him a peck on the tip of his nose.

Somewhere in the air, the whistling sound got back. Minho turned his head quickly. His eyes widened and he grabbed Jisung by the waist. Before Jisung knew what was going on, Minho rolled them over, away from their previous position. Not a second later, the beater that had almost hit Jisung, slammed into the ground, making the dirt fly around everywhere. Minho rolled his eyes, glaring at the beater. He gently pushed Jisung off of him before he sprung up and walked to his broom. With his hand above it, he shouted: 'Up!' he caught the broom in his hand as he walked, snatched one of the beater's bat from the ground and flew off. Jisung sat up, watching Minho in awe as he flew around in the air, chasing the beater as if it were the snitch.

The beater hung still in the air for a moment, and Minho took his chance. He raised the bat high in the air and brought it down harshly against the flying ball. It rocketed toward the ground, once again making the dirt fly up everywhere. Jisung looked around and grabbed the other bat from the ground. The moment the beater tried to fly up again, he stepped forward and gave a swing. The moment the bat made contact with the beater, he could feel a shiver go through his body at the sudden impact. The beater flew into the stands, breaking it and making wood fly everywhere. Minho laughed loudly. He crashed to the ground and grabbed the chest, bringing it closer to the broken stand. He clutched the beater to his chest, bringing it to the ground. Jisung watched as he struggled to try to keep ahold of the beater and try and drag it into the chest. He hurried toward them and together, with lots of muscle straining and huffs and puffs, they managed to lock it back into the quidditch chest. Minho sighed, wiping the sweat off his forehead with his forearm. He looked up at Jisung.

'You can become the next Hufflepuff beater if you wanted to?' he suggested, a smirk playing on his lips. Jisung scoffed, hitting him across the head.

'Absolutely not.' he got up, taking his wand from the robe and pointing at the broken stand. 'Reparo.' The broken pieces of wood flew up, mending themselves so the stand wouldn't have to be repaired tomorrow. 'I don't even like Quidditch...' Jisung mumbled, watching the wood fly in the air. Minho raised his eyebrow from his position on the ground.

'You don't?'

'No. I think it's stupid and you can get hurt so badly. I don't know why people are always so excited about Quidditch. It's just like rugby in the muggle world.' Minho couldn't help but giggle as he listened to Jisung's rant.

'If you don't like Quidditch,' he interrupted him. 'Why do you always come to the matches?' He saw Jisung visibly freeze when he brought that up. When he turned around, he was fiddling with his wand, turning it in his hand nervously. He grinned.

'Well, you like Quidditch and it means something to you. And I like seeing you play...' Jisung confessed. He snapped his head toward him. 'But I only like seeing you play when you don't get hurt!' he exclaimed. 'Minho- I swear to god if you get hurt again I will kill you!' Minho frowned.

'How does that make sense?'

'I will make it make sense.' Minho smiled, shaking his head and getting up from the grass. He grabbed his wand and a handle of the chest. Before he could ask Jisung to help him, he had already pointed his wand at the chest and called; "Wingardium leviosa." The chest became weightless and started levitating in the air, making it easier to pull along. Minho smiled at Jisung.

'You're so bright...' Jisung blushed before he skipped after Minho to put the stuff away. He called another spell when the two arrived in the shed, making the chest fall down harshly. Minho closed the shed and locked it, turning toward Minho. He smiled at him, and Jisung had to contain his own smile. 'So what do you want to do now?' Jisung shrugged.

'Something with you.' Jisung admitted. Minho extended his arm and Jisung took his hand, the widest smile on his face. Minho led him toward the castle.

'I do have to like, change, real quick.'

'Oh, I wouldn't mind seeing you change.' Minho side-eyes the Hufflepuff, who only had a mischievous grin on his face.

'Hmh... Maybe we can arrange something...'

'I think we definitely can.'

IT's been a while lmao. Enjoy my story from a LOOONNGG time back.

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skztlantic · 1 year

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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀— 𝓦e don't pray for love

𖤐 : 𝓦e just pray for cars, 𝓘'm mf starboy.

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emilyssky · 10 months

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Chapter 11: Midnight Memories

PAIRING: Lee Know! X fem!reader

GENRE(S): college au, smut, angst

WARNINGS: Mentions of violence and abuse, depression, self-harm, eating disorders etc.. mentions of blood, swearing, smoking, smut [ dirty talk, oral; giving and receiving, choking, spanking, praising, degradation, pet names, sometimes Minho is a dick :)

SUMMARY: "Do you remember what you told me the first time we met?"

"What?"

"You said; Always leave people a little better than you found them" he looked at the floor with a small smile for a few seconds and then his eyes found mine. "You really annoyed me when we first met. I envied your optimism and excitement for life. But each time I saw you, I felt a certain thrill. You made me angry, you made me laugh., you made me feel everything. Something about you made me feel a little more alive each time. I know I fucked up and I know I'm an asshole but I'm also brutally in love with you."

Author’s note: This is one of my favourite chapters, hope you enjoy <333

"What is this place?" I move closer behind him, the sound of the door opening drawing all the attention to us. The smell of alcohol and weed hits my nose immediately as we walk further inside. The bar is quite big, all the walls are a dark shade of grey with pieces of art and different paintings hanging from them. The actual bar is a black circle center right in the middle, with a beautiful, black chandelier hanging above it. The music is not that loud, creating more of a chill vibe but still, the place is quite crowded.

"Hey, man." Minho greets the guy behind the bar.

"Did you miss me already?" The blonde guy teases him, pulling a glass and placing it on the counter in front of us.

"Oh, no I'm not here for a drink." He waves him off. "Is Will at the back?"

"Yeah." He nods, moving his eyes to me. I offer him a small smile, feeling too awkward to introduce myself.

"Can you keep an eye on her for a minute? " He asks him.

I look at him confused, touching the sleeve of his jacket to get his attention. "Where are you going?"

"It will take 5 minutes, I just need to grab something." He explains. "Just stay here," He takes a step forward but turns around. "and please don't do anything stupid." I watch as he disappears behind a big black door before turning to the bartender.

He offers me a tight smile. "Do you want a shot?" he says, nodding at the glass he had pulled out for Minho.

I'll definitely need as much alcohol in my system as I can handle without blacking out to handle Minho. "Sure."

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The 5 minutes, turned into 10 and the 10 turned into 15 but the blonde guy, whose name I found out to be Jack is doing a great job at keeping me entertained. At first, I was watching him make all the drinks that people had ordered, but since it's not that busy right now and I probably seemed way too curious, I'm currently behind the bar with him, trying to learn how to make a Negroni.

"I said one shot! " He pulls the bottle of gin I'm holding away from the glass where we're making the drink.

"Well, I don't know how much a shot is exactly." I giggle.

"Can you even see this glass, after 5 shots of tequila?"

"Yes, give it back." I reach for the bottle but he raises it higher.

"Nope." His dimples make an appearance.

I make a few unsuccessful attempts to reach it before narrowing my eyes at him. I see an empty bottle of wine and reach for it. "Give me the bottle back, before it gets nasty." I raise my eyes brows at his laughing face.

"What, and I can not emphasize this enough, the fuck are you doing?" Minho stands in front of us on the opposite side of the bar with his hands resting on his hips.

"I'm training to be a bartender. " I explain, lowering the bottle.

Minho turns to Jack. "Don't look at me." He lifts his hands in defence.

"I told you to stay out of trouble." He looks around the bar, relieved that none's attention is on us.

I pout and jump on the counter, pulling my legs to the other side, where Minho stands. "Well, I got bored."

He lets out a sigh. "Be careful." His hands find my waist and I giggle when I jump back down, landing right in front of him.

He scrunches his nose, lifting an eyebrow at me. "What did you drink?"

"We did shots." I squeal.

Minho narrows his eyes at Jack. "She did," he points at me. "I'm working. You got it?"

Minho simply nods.

"What?" I curiously ask.

"Nothing." He dismisses me, dropping his hands.

I frown at his lack of explanation. "You brought me here, to this male-filled, weed-smelling bar without a single explanation, left me waiting for half an hour and your answer is 'nothing'? " I cross my arms.

"She's funny," Jack rests his arms on the bar. "and kinda right."

"Shut up." Minho sends him a glare. "Come on, let's go." He takes my hand in his, not giving me time to protest, and pulls me along, out of the bar."

"I'm not having fun." I open the car door and jump into the passenger seat. He gets inside the car, a soft smirk playing on his lips. His hands reach for the wheel, his fingertips brushing against it as he starts the car.

"Why did you leave me waiting for half an hour?" I ask again.

"I was getting some weed, among other things." He drily says, keeping his eyes on the road. I feel my body tensing up a little at his words. My experience with drugs has not been the best.

"Are you using?" I clear my throat.

"Why are you saying it like that?" His lips twist with amusement. "Like it's a bad thing."

"Cause it is." I turn my body slightly towards his.

"You were getting ready to smoke a big, fat blunt and chug down a whole bottle of wine when I came and you're lecturing me?" He laughs, making a turn and slowing down the car. I don't answer, instead, I look out the window curiously, trying to see any buildings or streets to navigate where we are but all I see are unfamiliar roads and a shit ton of trees.

"We're here." The car comes to a stop and his raspy voice fills the small, now quiet space.

"Is this the part where you force me deep down the dark alley and rape me?" I joke not moving. I like to say that I trust him. My mind somehow feels safe with him but truth is that I don't know him at all. Even though he has conquered a huge part of my mind in the past month in a way he still remains a stranger to me. A beautiful mystery that I, so desperately wanna discover if he lets me but for now, how much can I really trust him?

He gets out of the car, and the sound of the door slamming shakes me a bit. He walks over to my side and opens the door. I look at him and then take another look around the area. We have parked at the end of a street that I don't really recognize but I can see some houses and apartment complexes so we can't be that far away. Still, I'm a little skeptical, my legs not comfortable or confident enough to move, so I stay seated.

He rests his hand on the open door, dropping his face a little lower. His eyes hold a questioning look. "Do you trust me?"

"No." My answer is fast and sharp. "I don't know you."

"Do you want to?" He challenges.

Yes. So much.

My heart jumps a little at his words but I say nothing again. Instead, I get out of the car, earning a noise of satisfaction from him. He slams the door shut, locking the car before leading the way silently into the alley, and I wrap my arms around my body following close behind him. I feel chills spreading down my arms the more we walk and I don't not if it's from the fact that this looks like it was taken out of a horror movie or the fact that I'm finally alone with him. The hidden excitement grows the more I think about it and a million things run through my mind, questions I wanna ask him and words I wanna say to him but I bite my tongue, keeping silent as we reach the end of the alley. A small flight of stairs is attached to the wall.

He takes a step back, gesturing for me to go first.

"I'm not going first," I scoff, shaking my head. "my ass is gonna be on full display."

He moves his lips, trying to stop them from forming a smile. "It's just so that I can catch you if you slip, stupid."

I can feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. "Oh. " I look away. Thank god, it's dark. I climb the first step, that's just a little above the ground and look up, checking how far up it goes. The building is at least 7 or 8 floors.

"Just don't look down, okay?" He comes up behind me. I feel his hands ghosting over my hips, his breath close to the back of my head. I don't look back, I hold on to the rusty metal and slowly I place my foot over the next step. I take a few seconds, trying to focus. I definitely shouldn't be doing this after drinking.

"It's okay, I got you." He says in a gentle whisper and I begin to climb until I reach the top not turning around to see if Minho's right behind me. I step on the open roof, the chilly air hitting my face immediately. I walk a little, admiring the perfect view of the city, all the lights glistering like sparkles into the night. The roof is square and open, without some sort of railing protecting the perimeter.

"Um," I turn to Minho after hearing him reach the top. "what exactly is that?" The roof is completely empty except for a big, black, leather, three-seat couch positioned right in the middle.

"It's a couch." He casually says walking right past me and taking a seat. I stand there, looking at him as he gets comfortable, trying to comprehend how the fuck is there a couch in the middle of a roof.

"How-"

"I don't know." He doesn't let me finish. "I just found it here."

"How did you find this place?" I can't move my eyes from the sky, not even to look at Minho. I've been to many rooftops, searching for the perfect illusion of uncaged freedom and complete quiet yet this must be one of the best ones.

"By accident." He mumbles. I feel his eyes on me as I move around, walking a little closer to where he's sitting, still admiring the night sky. I send him a look, knowing there's more to the story.

He clicks his tongue. "I was dealing some weed in the alley."

My eyes slightly widen, and I shake my head a little. "Are you dealing?" I lower my tone, even though I know none can possibly hear us up here.

"I was when I was 16." He wears a smug expression.

I move to the couch with slow steps, avoiding his eyes as I take a sit as far from where he sits as possible. "Why?" I dare to ask.

His eyebrows twitch. "I was trying to make money to help my mum leave him." He keeps his eyes on me as he speaks, waiting to catch any reaction probably and I know that by 'him' he's referring to his father. It's still a shock to me how he opened up about his past that night, the look in his eyes was so genuine and my heart ached more with each word of his. I think that that was the night he invaded my mind completely. I wish I could be this honest with him as well.

I get comfortable, pulling my knees to my chest. "I like writing."

He tilts his head, intrigued. "What?"

"I'm extremely bad at singing but I love writing music." I continue, not really thinking, I just let the words pour out of my mouth. "I love baking and taking photos. Actually, I always carry my camera with me cause I find inspiration literally anywhere. I'm obsessed with books and movies, anything really that helps me escape reality. I love dogs and grew up with 3, and 2 cats. I'm allergic to raisins and my favorite color is green." I turn to face him. The way he looks at me makes my breath stop for a split second. His dark eyes, draw invisible lines across my face moving everywhere, studying. He has his arm resting on the back of the couch, his whole body facing mine, as though he's giving every bit of his attention.

"What are you doing?" He mutters.

"I'm happy you shared your past with me that night." I offer him a tiny nod, thanking him in a way. "I'm forever grateful for the people I have around me and the love I have for them is greater than the one I'll ever have for myself but still I can't bring myself, to be honest with them. With anyone actually." I shallow. "The thing that I'm scared of the most is being defined by my past. And my past is a huge weight that I force myself to silently carry every day up until now, never really accepting it. Thank you for opening up to me, it meant a lot. I really wanna do the same, but it's kinda hard. So I'm starting with the easier things."

His lips part, blinking as if he's lost in thought. If my mind weren't so intoxicated I would be a ball of shame right now but instead, my chest fills with courage. "What?" I chuckle at his silence.

He shakes his head, and I can almost see him shaking away whatever he was thinking or wanted to say. "How would you describe me in one word?" He says.

I push my lips together, his question sparking excitement inside me. I take a moment to think, I want to answer right cause questions like this tend to go deeper than it seems. But my answer isn't thoughtful at all, it was the first thing I thought about him when I first saw him.

"Magnetic." I truthfully whisper.

His eyebrows shoot up, a softness overtakes his gaze and for some reason, I feel the need to elaborate.

"There's just something about you that's," I pause searching for the right word. " interesting. You pull me in in ways that I can't really explain and I find myself wanting to know more and more about you." I shock myself with the boldness of my words but I honestly don't know when I'll ever have an opportunity like this.

He seems shocked as well. Simply blinking at me, his face so beautifully natural with all the emotion coming only from his eyes.

"Why?" He murmurs.

"Why what?"

He drops his gaze. " Why do you think about me like that?"

"I don't know, I just do." I shrug. It's the first time I've heard his tone so.. doubtful. "How would you describe me in one word?"

"One word isn't enough to describe you, angel." He muses, a slight smirk on his face.

You quirk up an eyebrow at his smooth attempt, even though your stomach twists at his words. "You're avoiding the question."

His teeth make an appearance, capturing his bottom lip as he smiles with a small headshake. He pulls out his pack of cigarettes and pulls one out with his teeth. My eyes catch the action and I'm trying not to focus on his lips but that must be one of the hottest things I've ever seen. He doesn't waste any time, lighting the tip and inhaling like it's his oxygen. He exhales, the smoke blending with the night breeze.

"Can I have one?"

"No." He exhales again.

I pout. "Why can you smoke and I can't?"

He wets his lips, the hand that holds the cigarette hanging over the back of the couch. "Smoking isn't good for you."

I let out a laugh at the irony. "Why do you smoke then?"

"I deeply enjoy fucking myself up." He grins.

I narrow my eyes at him playfully. "That's a convenient excuse." My eyes fall to the pack that's resting on top of his thigh and I reach for it. His eyes catch my action but I'm faster.

"Y/n." He warns.

I open the pack, making sure to maintain eye contact. His eyes harden, as I reach for the cigarette right in the middle and pull it out with my teeth, just like he did. I take it in my hand and reach inside my bag that's laying on the floor near the couch, searching for a pen.

"I don't know if you know but Chan smokes quite a lot as well," I say as I bite the cup of the pen open. "I tried a lot of things to make him quit, but none of them worked. Long-term at least." He observes me quietly. "So, we made a deal to always buy a pack together and only smoke when we're with each other." I start writing on the cigarette as gently as I can. "I would also mark the cigarettes so I'd know if he'd smoke alone, or more than he should."

I admire my sloppy handwriting. Angel.

"Here." I turn it over for him to see.

His eyes read the word silently, and a huge grin breaks out on his lips. "I knew you liked it when I call you that." His tone teases me as he leans closer.

I place the cigarette back in the pack. "Leave this cigarette for last, we're gonna smoke it together. Let's see how long it we'll take for you to finish the pack." I give it back to him.

His eyes spark with something; excitement maybe and he reaches for my ankle. With a sharp move, he pulls me to him, a gasp of surprise leaving my lips. "That will only make me wanna smoke the pack faster." He drawls.

I'm utterly stunned by his action, his hand still wrapped around my ankle that's now laying on his thigh while my other leg is trapped in the small space left between our bodies. A weird sensation washes over my body, the closer I get to his or the minute he touches me, an unexplainable rush of heat and desire that makes me want nothing more than to beg for his touch.

"Why are you playing with me?" The question finally leaves my lips.

He takes a drag of his remaining cigarette, the smoke hitting my face immediately now that I'm this close to him. "Cause you're the most interesting person I've ever met." His words come out unexpectedly, snapping my gaze to his. "You're bright and I feel like I've been living in the darkness so long that my body is just drawn to you." He tilts his chin down, staring deep into my eyes like he's making sure his words reach me in the deepest way possible.

"You say that but you do everything to avoid me." I hate that his words have such an effect on me. "I know that the next time we'll see each other it will be like this never happened. " I add quietly.

"I'm not-" He stops himself and inhales sharply. "Relationships, commitment, and shit like that; it's not my thing."

I try not to show the unexpected disappointment that filled my chest at his statement, letting him continue.

"I have too much baggage." He faces away from me. "It would be unfair to anyone; especially you."

"Have you ever been in a relationship?" I ask.

"To be honest I never wanted to be in one." He scratches the back of his head. "It's too much work and I never felt the need to bother, I'm fine with just fucking around."

The use of present tense felt like a punch to the stomach. Even though he never said it before, his actions and the way he cared for himself generally made it pretty obvious and I knew deep inside that he wouldn't want anything serious. On the other hand, I was never one to play like that. I could only fuck around with people that didn't really interest me on a deeper level, yet I would still feel the need to attach myself to someone. Ever since I was young I remember craving the security of a relationship, the need to be loved and reinsured of my worth. I know that that was a huge part of why I stayed with Jackson, I wasn't strong enough to leave, and I was scared to be by myself.

"Then why am I here?" I question, hoping for a better answer this time. If he doesn't want anything from me, why does he keep coming after me?

He smirks. "Valid point."

A soft smile overtakes my lips against my will and I rest my chin on my bent knee between us. Maybe it's the alcohol or the way his big, brown eyes have softened, looking into my green ones or it could be the unexplainable peace his presents bring me in this exact moment. Either way, I don't think the words that come out of my mouth.

"Do you wanna kiss me?"

He stills. "I wanna do many things to you." His voice deep and dangerously calm.

I can feel my mouth watering, just at the thought. "Then why don't you?" I press.

His lips come together in a thin line, his eyes serious and dark, flickering from my eyes to my lips. "Cause I won't stop."

I look at him through my lashes, completely magnetized by his lips. "What if I don't want you to stop?"

A soft grunt leaves his lips and I move closer, just a little bit until my mouth hovers over his. It takes one look, I look up to his wild eyes and in a split second, with a loud exhale of his, his lips crashed into mine, knocking the air out of my chest. His hands find my jaw immediately, tilting my head upwards and I waste no time opening my mouth, allowing his tongue to brush mine hungrily. My hand tugs at his shirt, pulling him closer as our mouths dance together. My head begins to spin and I can feel the arousal poking in my stomach as his soft lips roughly devour mine. His hand travels from my jaw down to the sides of my neck, slowly making his way down my body. A pathetic moan leaves me as his wandering hands find the curve of my ass. He groans against my lips, pulling me in a shift move to straddle him, not breaking the kiss. My fingers bury themselves in his hair, tugging hard at the roots for resistance as the kiss turns into a sloppy battle. Sharp breaths and wet sounds fill the air. His hands feel rough against my body, squeezing hard everywhere they can until they fall to my ass once again, gripping it tight, pushing my hips down to his crotch. The outline of his growing member brushes against my clothed core and my body sparks with desire and need. I take his bottom lip between my teeth, getting a chance to catch my breath as I keep brushing my hips against his.

"Fuck." He groans against my lips, slightly thrusting up to meet my hips, impatiently.

"See," I breathe out, my heart pounding in my ears. "that wasn't so hard was it?"

His eyes flash with hunger and his hand wraps around my neck. "It's actually really, really hard." He nods down to his dick.

A chuckle escapes my swollen lips, and I lean in to brush my nose against his. His breathing is hard as well, pants of air fan my face, the taste of his cigarette still tingling against the tip of my tongue but I can't help but crave more. I pull away slightly, letting myself save this moment in my memories the best way that I can. I lightly rest my hand on the side of his head, trailing my nails along his jawline, and studying his injured face. The blood from the corner of his lip has almost dried and the bruises along his cheekbone and jaw are getting darker with each hour passing. And just like that I'm forcefully pulled back to reality and reminded of what is waiting for me tomorrow morning. I know Jackson too well and he won't let go of something like this so easily. If I'm being honest I don't really care about myself, in a weird way I feel safe that Jackson won't do anything directly to me, he rather goes about it with the people surrounding me, and right now Minho's the biggest target of all of them. The last thing I want is for Jackson to mess anything up for him.

He moves his hips smoothly yet again, gaining back my attention and pulling me out of my thoughts. My hand is still ghosting over his jaw and I sigh letting my eyes memorize every part of his face. Truth is; I don't wanna lose this moment.

"What is it, angel?" The gentleness of his tone surprises me.

My shoulders shrug. "Just thinking."

His hands run along the sides of my waist, in such a comforting way that I wanna lay on his chest and shut out the whole word for as long as I can. He seems to understand what I mean, not asking me to elaborate more, instead, he lifts a hand to the side of my face forcing my gaze back to his.

His fingertips brush a few curls away from my face. "I love your hair."

I roll my eyes at him, his random compliment lifting the heaviness of the situation off my chest just enough. "I don't."

Silence falls upon us yet again, his effort of conversation not being enough to distract my mind. I'm actually surprised he even tried to start a conversation at all, that's a first.

"Favourite song?" He offers, trying again. His gaze, surprisingly light.

" 'Yellow' by Coldplay ." I blink at him, offering him the first song that came to my mind. "Yours?"

He pushes his lips together, nodding approvingly. "Probably, 'Consume' chase Atlantic." He says without thinking. "Right now at least."

"Obviously." I giggle. He looks like a Chase Atlantic song.

He narrows his eyes playfully "Basic?"

"Predictable." I correct him, even though this man is nothing but predictable.

"Can I ask you-"

"I have something-."

We both say at the same time. Our eyes meet and we let out a small laugh. Suddenly I'm aware of how close we are. I'm aware of my body on top of him and his hands on my waist.

"You go first." I clear my throat and slide off him. His hand grips my legs, keeping them in his lap. He shoots me a confused look but says nothing nevertheless.

'You said that you don't know anything about me but in reality, you know a lot more than I do about you." He says, and it is true.

"I have a hard time opening up to people because..."

"Because?"

"Because they never stick around for long. You want me to open up to you when I don't even know If you're going to talk to me tomorrow." I say seriously but with a small laugh.

He nods his head a few times, understanding what I was saying and not arguing about which makes me a little sad. "Okay, I respect that. Since you don't wanna talk about your past, I'll have to find other ways to get to know you."

I seal my lips together, trying to stop them from forming a smile. He always says shit like this that makes me warm inside. "Like?"

His hand that's resting on my ankle, starts making its way up my leg, his fingers brushing my skin gently. "Like explore other sides of you that will show me who you truly are." His voice drops as his hand reaches my exposed thigh, his face inches away from mine once again. "Your dreams, your goals, your wants and needs." He dives slowly into the curve between my jaw and neck, attaching his lips lightly right below my ear but it's enough to make my breathing uneven.

"A-and how would you do that?"

His eyes darken. "I can think of a few ways." He studies my face, his eyes roaming everywhere. "Dance for me." He whispers.

I feel my face getting hot. "No." I drop his gaze.

"Come on angel." His index finger lifted my jaw to look back at him.

"I can't."

"Yes, you can." He nods. "It's all in here." He points at the side of my head. "Don't let it block you. Express yourself." The sweetness in his tone made my tensed shoulders drop and relax and the look in his big eyes filled me with reinsurance.

"If you sing, I'll dance." My voice falters.

He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. "Deal."

"Okay." I lift myself off the couch hesitantly, tugging my dress down. I mentally thank myself for not forgetting to wear shorts underneath, after all the times that I humiliated myself at parties and flashed my underwear at everyone. I take my boots off, kicking them to the side, leaving me in my socks. I test the cold surface of the ground with my feet, taking a few steps forwards, twisting my feet, pointing, and flexing. I look at Minho over my shoulder; he has leaned back, with his leg spread apart and his arms crossed over his chest, looking at me. As if he's waiting for me to crawl his way, and heat spreads across my face once again at the thought. What makes me feel even more embarrassed is the fact that I would crawl for him, if he asked.

"Ready?" He pulls out his phone, and seconds later the intro of "Yellow" begins playing.

I bit my lip, filling my chest with as much air as I can inhale, getting my body and mind ready. I close my eyes, not knowing where to start, I let the music fill my ears hoping for my limps to move by themselves and the minute the lyrics begin, Minho's voice fills the air. The sound is almost angelic, tickling my ears in the most pleasurable way, it's unlike anything I've ever heard. I don't open my eyes as he sings along to the beautiful words of the song, instead, I let myself be fully open and let his voice reach me. And it does. My feet begin to move, and my body follows, with absolutely no choreography in mind, I let the music guide me, I let his voice guide me. I keep my eyes closed as I turn, keeping my right leg perfectly straight and then lift myself into a reverse jump. I don't keep my hands gentle instead my movements are rough, I twist and fall to the ground, and I turn and jump, letting my emotions take over my body completely. I don't know how but I find myself not thinking about anything and that paints a smile on my lips, cause I feel my chest lighter. My breathing comes out short but I don't stop, I push my body harder, and I dance like I haven't in so long. I don't even know how long has passed but I hear the music coming to a stop and I force my body to slow down. I rest my hands on my knees to catch my breath, feeling drops of sweat down the sides of my face and neck and the familiar burning in my throat and stomach. I let out a small laugh at the familiar sensation and lift my eyes to Minho. He's frozen, exactly how I left him, his eyes, big and full of emotion, he looks at me like a movie he hasn't seen in ages and was his favorite. He looks at me in a way that none's ever looked at me before.

"What?" I breathe out after a few seconds of silence.

"I-" He shakes his head, searching for the words. "I missed you." He says so quietly, I hardly heard him.

"What?" I say again, confused. He missed me? What does that even mean?

He puts his hand out, open for me to take. I look at it for a few seconds before walking towards him. I place my hand over his and his fingers immediately curl around it, pulling me even closer. He lifts himself off the couch, towering over me in a second and I lift my gaze to meet his.

He brings his free hand to my cheek. "You were beautiful."

I try to wrap my mind around this moment, the past few hours but I can't. All I know is that I feel whole again, my heart feels full, and my mind peaceful. I don't know how we got here and I don't care what will happen after we leave, all I know is that; he can't take this moment away from me.

He lets out a sigh. "We should get going."

My face falls. I don't wanna leave, I don't wanna go back. "Okay."

"Come on." He nods his head towards the way down. He picks up my bag from the floor and walks towards the stairs. I turn around to take one last look at the sky, letting the image soak in before following him down.

"I got you." He holds his hands open as I take the last steps of the stairs just in case, but my feet reach the ground safely.

We walk to the car in silence as expected. I don't know what to say either. What can I say? Now that we left the rooftop somehow this feels weird. He opens my door and walks to his side of the car without sparing me a single look. Great. I get inside, making sure to slam the door shut, and let out a sigh.

"Are you taking me home?" I question as we pull out of the alley and back into the main road.

He rubs his bottom lip with his finger, elbow resting at the open window. "I mean, yeah." He hesitantly says. "Are you- um, are you hungry or something?" he asks, fumbling over his words.

"No thank you." I let out a low chuckle at his sudden nervousness.

He turns to look at me, keeping his eyes on me instead of the road for a little too long. "What?" My tone louder than before, as I switch my gaze from him to the road. "Focus on the road!"

"Maybe we should stop for a quick bite." He turns back to the road.

"I told you I'm not hungry." I mumble.

"Mhm," He nods. "I heard you. "

"Minho, I just wanna go home." I quickly say, starting to get a bit anxious. Which he notices.

"Just so you know, I 've gotten through what you're going through." He lowers his tone. I look out of the window, noticing that he takes the familiar path towards my apartment.

"I don't wanna know what you're talking about." I cut him sharply.

He clicks his tongue. "Okay then. " He seems to take the message and drops the subject. I bet Chan must have said something to him about it, which immediately pisses me off.

The car comes to a stop, and before I can realize it we're outside my apartment.

"Thanks for tonight." I clear my throat. "For all of it."

He lays his head back, his hair falling perfectly into his eyes. "Anytime angel." He smirks.

I bring my lips to a tight line, trying to stop myself but I can't. I inch forward, placing my hand on his thigh for support, and quickly without giving myself time to think about it, I connect my lips to his. I feel him inhale sharply, not expecting the kiss but he responded immediately, cupping my jaw. Our lips move together perfectly, leaving the sweetest taste on my tongue as I force myself to pull away.

"Don't be a stranger." I bump my nose into his.

He doesn't say anything back, instead, he watches me get out of his car and inside the building before he drives off. I take big, fast steps towards the door of the apartment and fumble with my keys as I open it. I slam the door shut, resting my back against it. My heart is drumming in my chest and I place my hand over it, taking a few deep breaths. I don't know if after tonight I can go back to acting like nothing is happening between us. I can't go back to ignoring him and fighting all the time. I want him. And most importantly I want him to want me. I get undressed for the second time tonight, not bothering to check if Emma's back or not before burning myself under the sheets. I don't want to fall asleep cause I didn't want this night to come to an end. I didn't want reality to creep into my life again. But all good things must come to an end, I guess.

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