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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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hearts4leeknow · 2 months

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pushed away || lee minho (leeknow) x reader

Warning(s): no comfort (at least not in this part), hurtful words unrequited love uses of y/n (pls im sorry idk what leeknow is supposed to call reader) SWEARING!!!

Genre: angst

Summary: you two have been bffs since forever, you two know everything about each other. well not everything.

minho has yet to tell you about the fat crush he has on you, he’s scared it’ll ruin everything so he thinks pushing you away will solve this situation, but it only makes it worse. he ends up loosing his bff the one he loves in the process.

leeknow x reader

!!LOWERCASE INTENDED!!

a/n: just got a random idea based on nothing!

you and leeknow were inseparable, you two told each other everything… well maybe not everything.

what he didn’t tell you is that he liked you, like was an understatement, more like love you. of course he couldn’t tell you what if it ruined years of friendship, what if it makes it awkward what if he gets rejected. he hated rejection and he can’t bare loosing such a precious bond. his feelings for you only surfaced a few months ago, he realized he liked- no loved you when he had gotten extremely sick due to sweating and performing in the rain making him super weak and unable to walk properly due to dizziness. so you took care of him, everyday made him food and soup, tried to make his sick days less cloudy and more sunny, and it worked. you made his worst days still feel happy, that’s when he fell for you and oh boy he fell hard. how was he supposed to handle this, now he gets flustered every time you speak to him he can’t continue like this and he can’t just tell you what if-

“minho hyung” han snapped his fingers in front of minho’s face.

“hi” is all he responded with.

“you were zoning out think about…?” han questioned curious of what his hyung was thinking about.

“oh nothing just spacing out cause you’re to boring” he lied with one of his snarky remarks.

“rude!! i am not boring” han pouted while he flopped onto the couch. you walked in talking to felix.

“min!” you smiled seeing your best friend seated on the couch.

“hi y/n” he returned the smile. felix sat down next to han as those two talked you and leeknow had your own conversation flowing.

oh how leeknow was struggling to keep his composure, you looked so cute in the tight short sleeved shirt with baggy cargos. he felt his face heating up but he was good at hiding it.

“min? are you okay you’re spacing out” you looked concerned and confused. minho usually tells you what’s wrong immediately because he knows he can’t hide it from you, but today he just shook his head.

“min, are you sure you don’t wanna talk about it?” you asked feeling a little hurt that he didn’t want to tell you what was wrong, but you knew if it was something personal you couldn’t force it out.

“i’m just not ready to tell you yet” minho mumbled with a slight frown, he could tell you were upset by it.

“it’s okay take your time” you give him a light smile trying to make him feel at ease. little did you know this would be one of the last real convos you would have with him.

—— 🎀 ——

you 🌷: minnie we haven’t hung out in a while! movie night?

min 🐈: i cant im sorry

you 🌷: how come? we barely hangout anymore..

min 🐈: busy

you 🌷: minho cmon you’ve been saying you’re ‘busy’ for weeks now, what’s wrong?

min 🐈: nothing just want time for myself

you 🌷: ok…

you switched off your phone and flopped down onto your bed.

he’s been ‘busy’ for weeks and he’s saying he wants time to himself but he’s had 3 weeks for that

you thought, you knew there was no way he was just busy or wanted time to himself. wouldn’t he have told you what’s up so you don’t worry? does he not want anything to do with you anymore because he finds being friends with you is embarrassing? it hurt to think about it, now what if that’s what he wanted?

no, it can’t be.

that’s what you kept telling yourself but at the 3 week mark it wasn’t working anymore, you kept getting worried and you felt helpless. you’ve had enough and so you called him…

—— 🎀 ——

ring ring ring…

he picked up his phone seeing your photo as the banner with your name ‘y/n (my love💞)’ he read and he answered.

“minho!” you screeched

“what!” he mirrored the energy

“tell me what’s wrong please? i know it’s not just that your busy or need time to yourself, please!” you begged and pleaded for him to tell you, he wanted to tell you trust me he just didn’t know how.

“i can’t” he didn’t dare say more than that, your pleading voice broke him but what else was he supposed to do?

“minho, i feel like i’ve been pushed to the side by my best friend since childhood, we barley hangout together your always ‘busy’. you’re not telling me something, please?” your voice broke mid sentence, you were at your breaking point.

“no, i can’t always hangout with you! i have a busy idol life unlike you.” minho spewed out in an instant not realizing his words until after.

“what the fuck? minho, im busy too but i always make time for you.” you frown when you hear him lash out.

“whatever, your annoying and just a distraction to me anyways” minho scoffs.

“im-im annoying? ive been your best friend for who knows how long, i’ve always been there for you and now im annoying and just a distraction? wow, i thought you were different, minho. i’ve been trying to drop hints that i like you! but i guess all i am to you is a distraction.” you spill out all the emotions that were inside of me, you were hurt and felt betrayed. “i dont think i wanna talk to you after this.” you say my voice was quiet.

“wait-wait, y/-“ you hung up before minho could finish talking.

——🎀——

as soon as you hung up everything came crashing down on him.

you liked him?

he thought, you liked him back and he ruined everything with his attitude and harsh words. hes hurt the love of his life, how is he supposed to get you back after such words left his mouth? angry tears trickled down his face, this anger wasn’t directed to you though, it was directed to himself. hes messed up, and hes messed up bad.

——FIN——

a/n: i dont know why i decided to post this sosososoossoo late!! im so sorry i havent been active, i havent been feeling well lately. but i promise ill have more stuff up soon! 🤞🏻🤞🏻💞

a/n: @sona1800 IVE LEFT MY POOKS WAITING FOR TOO LONG, im so sorry bby you waited to long and it’s not even that good. i hope you still some what like it 💞💞 (lemme know if i should make a pt2 and if i should make it angst or fluffy 👀👀)

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writingpei · 1 year

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wicked games - lee minho

pairing: lee minho x f!reader genre: academic rivals to lovers cw: curse words, parental abuse and neglect, unhealthy relationship with studying, bullying, minho is a dick sometimes summary: park y/n thinks lee minho is an idiot (regardless of how many 100% scores he scored on countless tests, how many of his papers were praised by professors, and how many ugly academic olympic trophies he won), but she can't quite remember who she was before he came along to be the bane of her fucking existence. when the two go head-to-head for a scholarship to her dream college, all hell breaks loose at haneul high school. ⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎… ⋙

￫ chapter one: destiny works in mysterious ways (wc: 4.3k)

↳ eventful timeline of terror that marked unpleasant but fundamental moments for the comprehension of the relationship between y/n and minho, its apex in the current moment in which the story takes place, the unpredictable senior year of high school

￫ chapter two: off to the races (wc: 3k)

↳ the proposal of a scholarship won through a competition is rubbed in the students' faces by the school and park y/n and lee minho can't be expected not to fly at each other's throats in the process of trying to win over one another

￫ chapter three: hit you harder (wc: 4.5k)

↳ being forced to pair up with minho in the chem lab makes for an unpleasant start to y/n's morning, but the strange blonde boy who awaits her at his knees at the end of the class makes an interesting turn of events

￫ chapter four: rumour has it (wc: 4k)

↳ rumors between y/n and hyunjin fly loose through the halls of haneul high school, and when they reach minho's ears, who knows what it might do to him

￫ chapter five: roses are fine, but i like the harder stuff (wc: 3.2k)

↳ how could minho prefer anything his money could buy over the blind hatred she felt for him?

￫ chapter six: color me green (wc: 2.6k)

↳ when school's valentine's day arrives, very little can spoil minho's good mood, especially when he finally finds out who the hwang hyunjin guy is… not that he cares anyway

￫ chapter seven: action and reaction (wc: 2.1k)

↳ when the stars start to drip from the sky, minho sees himself having to do the thing he hates the most in the world: go home

￫ chapter eight: i'll be your mirror (wc: 2.6k)

↳ triggered by the weight of his home, minho runs to the one who is always there for him; a deep dive into the friendship between him and yongbok

￫ chapter nine: welcome to the jungle (wc: 2.7k)

↳ the running for school's student council president is happening, which can only mean one thing... they want to kill each other (again)

￫ chapter ten: detention (wc: 2k)

↳ minho did something bad, but his name not being said on stage and the round of applause not being meant for him makes it all worth it

￫ chapter eleven: savior complex (wc: 2.4k)

↳ "the way to hell is paved with good intentions", but does that saying extend to the complexion of hwang hyunjin or does it stop only for him?

￫ chapter twelve: i'm looking through you (wc: 2.5k)

↳ yongbok started to plant a seed inside minho's head to try and make him realize what his feelings really mean, but he's almost figuring it out on his own

￫ chapter thirteen: feels like we only go backwards (wc: 3.5k)

↳ the hostility between minho and y/n is too much to bear even by the people around them, that’s why throwing them in a small room and locking them up together seemed like a good idea at a first glance

￫ chapter fourteen: i still don’t know where everything went (wc: 5.2k)

↳ something is going on inside minho but he can’t quite put his finger on it. the school’s basketball game, however, can only make his confusion worse

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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.

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skzimagines · 11 months

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Part 3

Characters: Hyunjin x female reader. All of Skz and y/n’s friend.

Genre: Camping!Hyunjin Obsessed!Hyunjin Perv!Hyunjin

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, smut.

Previous - part 2

Summary: On a yearly camping trip with the group, Hyunjin and y/n finally admit their feelings for one another, but y/n is starting to catch on to hyunjins perverted tendencies.

After completely putting Hyunjin into shock, by handing him my cum stained panties. That he so badly failed at hiding. Ash came back up from the water and begged us to come down with them, to loosen up and have some fun. We all agreed, considering we only do this camping trip once a year.

We got up to go to the tent and change into our bathing suits. Hyunjin going in first, leaving me to zip up the tent behind us. “Y/n, I’m sorry..” he starts to say. “I’ve been hearing a whole lot of apologies from you Jinnie.” I say, walking closer to him. “But I’m not really believing them.”

He stays quiet as I inch closer to him. I grab the waist band of his sweatpants and pull him closer to me. I watch him as he gulps in panic. “How long have you been doing these things?” I ask seductively. “I- I don’t know.” He says. Keeping his hands at his sides. Playing with the hem of his sweater. I reach down in his pocket for my panties and pull them out. “Why am I getting a feeling that you do know, you just don’t want to tell me.”

I take the panties and throw them on the ground. I take my hand and put it under his sweater, rubbing at his stomach, inching it down lower. “It’s been a while.” He whispers. Letting out a long breath as I slide my hand in his pants. It doesn’t take him long to grow. And my god, is he big. Bigger than you’d imagine. “God y/n…” he moans. As I begin to rub him. “What is it hyunjin?” I ask innocently. “You don’t understand what you do to me, you really don’t.” He says. He quickly wraps his hand around my throat and pushes me down onto the air mattress, falling on top of me. “I want to ruin you, I want to show you who you belong to. Who you’ve always belonged to.” He says, unzipping his pants in a hurry. “You’re mine, do you understand me?” He grabs the waist band of his sweatpants that I’m wearing and pulls them down. He throws them on the floor and become eye level with my wet heat. He slides my panties to the side and dives face first. Licking and sucking as hard as he can. Without a thought in my brain, I let out a loud moan. He suddenly stops and slaps his hand over my mouth. “We’re in a tent baby, these walls aren’t soundproof.” He quickly kisses me and slides back down. She slides a finger in this time and starts sucking again. “Oh my god.. hyunjin.” I breath out, curling my fingers in his hair. He continues his act until I feel a ball form in my stomach. “Gonna come for me baby?” He asks and dives back in. I let out a small moan and he pulls away. “What the f-” he cuts me off by kissing me.

“We have to get our swim suits on, they’re probably waiting.” He smirks. He stands up and holds out his hand to help me up. “I can’t believe you.” I say, putting on my bathing suit. He pulls up his swim trunks and chuckles at my statement. He comes closer and pulls me to him. Bringing me in to a deep kiss. I can taste myself on him, making me even more wet than before. I moan as he pulls away. “We will finish where we left off baby.” He says. Grabbing my hand and making our way out of the tent.

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“You guys good?” Minho asks, as hyunjin and I make our way down to the beach. “Yeah, why wouldn’t we be?” I ask. Hyunjin makes his way down to the water, sticking his feet in. Working up and conversation with Chan and Ash in the mean time. “Just asking.. heard a scream. We thought something happened.” He says. “Oh, yeah. I um.. I stubbed my toe.” I say, trying to come up with an excuse to my loud ass moan from earlier. Damn you Hyunjin. “You stubbed your toe? In the tent?” He asks. Not falling for my tricks. “Makes sense.” He states, sarcastically. He chuckles and walks away.

“We all know what that was y/n.” Jeongin laughs from behind me. I jump at his statement, not knowing he was behind me. “Jesus Christ, could ya warn me next time?” I ask, holding my hand to my heart. “I don’t know. Could you warn us next time, when you decide to bump the sheets with your boyfriend?” He asks, laughing.

I throw my head back and groan as he walks away. I make my way over to hyunjin, sitting in the water. “Everything okay?” He asks, sitting down next to me. I watch as he does. His muscles flex as he sits down, holding up his own weight. His toned stomach being covered with water, glistening in the moon light. My mouth waters just looking at him. And that face, god… if looks could kill. I’d be dead. This man is so gorgeous. How did I ever get this lucky?

“You’re starring.” He says smiling down at me. I clear my throat and look away. “Sorry.” I whisper. He leans over and puts his mouth close to my ear. “You don’t have to be sorry baby.” He says, pecking my earlobe. Sending chills up my spine. I let out a deep breath. “You guys want to go out deeper?” Ash asks. “In the dark?” I say dramatically. Causing Chan to laugh. “What’s wrong with swimming in the dark?” He asks before he dives right into the lake, swimming out far. Felix and Ash follow behind him, then the rest join. Hyunjin stands up and hold out his hand. “Come with me.” He says. I look behind him at everyone having fun, then look back at him. I grab his hand and stand up. “If something eats me, I will come back and haunt you.” I say as we walk out into the water. “I’ll be the only thing eating you tonight.” He says under his breath. I look at him confused. “What did you say?” I ask. He laughs and wraps his arms around my waist. “I said I won’t ever let anything bad happen to you.” He says, bringing his lips to mine. Pecking over and over again until it becomes deeper than that. His tongue sneaking it’s way into my mouth, the same with mine. We hear someone clear their throat and we stop, looking over at everyone. All of them starring at us. “I KNEW IT!” Jeongin yells. They all cheer and laugh as they know that we’ve finally admitted our feelings to each other. All of the guys slapping hyunjins back telling him congratulations.

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After swimming, we’re back in the tent. Everyone had gotten cold and tired. Especially from drinking so much last night. We all agreed to call it an early night, although it wasn’t early, it was 3am. But that’s early for us on these camping trips.

Hyunjin and I changed into big baggy clothing and curled up in bed together. He watched YouTube on his phone while I scrolled through Instagram. My head laying on his chest and his arm around under my neck. Every once in a while he’d kiss the top of my head.

“Are you hungry?” He asks. “Mmm.. I could eat, why?” “Do you want to sneak to the shop and get food?” He asks with a smile. I bite my lips and agree. We both get up and quietly try to unzip our tent and zip it back up. We make our way to his car without trying to wake anyone. When suddenly hyunjin is on the ground. Trying my best to hold my laughter in, but failing miserably. “What the duck happened?” I whispered through my laughing. As he lays in the grass laughing at himself. “I can’t even tell you, because I don’t know.” He says. Making me laugh harder.

He gets up and we finally make it to the car. He starts the engine and backs up, continuing on our way to the shop up the road. The music playing gently in the back ground. Hyunjin drives with one hand on the steering wheel and one on your thigh. As cliché as it sounds, it’s actually very relaxing. I wish we could stay like this forever.

We make it to the shop and get out. Hyunjin takes my hand as we walk in, hearing the bell at the top of the door ring. We make our way around, grabbing anything and everything that sounds good. “So sick of camping food” he says. Adding another thing to the cart. “Yeah, I get that. But if we don’t stop, we’re going to be broke.” I say with a chuckle. “Yeah you’re right. Let’s go.” He throws his arm over my shoulder as we go to pay for our stuff.

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We make it back to the tent successfully without waking anyone up or either of us hitting the ground. Thinking about it makes me laugh again. “What’s so funny?” He asks. Getting into bed next to me, with a handful of snacks. “Just you falling earlier.” I say laughing again. “Stop! That was so embarrassing!” He says hiding his face in his hands. I giggle and pull his hands away. “It was funny.” I say, kissing his cheek, then his chin, then his neck. “Mmm don’t do that.” He says. I stop and bite my lip. “Why not?” I ask. “You know why.” He states.

I stare at him for a few second before I throw our snacks on the floor and climb on top of him. “Hey! I was going to eat tho-” I cut him off by slamming my lips on to his. I pull away and take off his hoodie that I’m wearing. I may as well have not even brought my own clothes, considering I’ve been wearing his for the past three days. “Why don’t you eat me instead?” I ask. “Mm.. that sounds better.” He says, flipping me over so he’s on top. He quickly slides my pants off along with his own. Laying back on top of me. “Being inside of you sounds even better though.” He says, looking into my eyes.

“Then do it.” I whisper.

He groans at my words and lines himself up to my entrance. Gliding his tip through my folds to wet it before sticking it in. I moan as he slowly pushes into me. “God you feel amazing.” He moans. Taking the skin of my neck into his mouth. “You feel better.” I say, letting out a breath once he slips all of the way in. He begins to rock his hips back and forth. My nails scratching at his back and pulling at his hair. As both of us let out soft moans, and calling each others names. “I love you y/n.. I love you more than anything in this entire world.” He moans. “Tell me you love me..” he whispers. Not hearing him over my own moans I ask “what?” He grabs my hair and pulls it down, causing me to look up at him. “I said… tell me you love me.” He says sternly. “I love you hyunjin.” I moan. “Again.” He says, pumping harder inside me. “Mmm.. I fucking love you hyunjin.” I moan again as I feel my high build up and I cum around his cock. “That’s it baby. That it, cum on me.” He groans. I suddenly feel him twitch inside of me. “Hyunijn..” I say, as he inches closer to his high. “Yes baby?” He asks. Looking into my eyes. “Cum in me?” I ask. “Make that pussy all yours jinnie.” I say. He takes a deep breath as he cums to your words. Bucking his hips every time he shoots his load into you. “All mine. You’re all mine.” He says kissing all over your face until he gets to your lips. I place my hands on his cheeks and plant a kiss on his lips. I look into his eyes. “I’ve been yours this whole time hyunjin.” I whisper.

Part 4

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emilyssky · 11 months

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Chapter 8: Maybe

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."

Minho's POV:

I run a hand through my sweaty hair, in attempt to fix it but it's pointless, I need a shower. I love this feeling though. The sweat running down your forehead, the air leaving your lungs, the sound of your heart beating filling your ears. Mornings like these are my favorite, especially now that most of the students are gone cause of the winter break and the studio is almost empty, and I have basically the whole place to myself. I have been coming to dance more and more in the past few weeks and I admit that it did start because of her but coming here again made me realize just how much I've missed it. So now it's something that I do for myself, watching her is a plus. I gulp down half of my water bottle and pull my phone out of my pocket. I have 2 missed calls from Chan. I know that he's been suspecting something for a few days now, he's not stupid but I've been avoiding him only because I know that he's gonna go all protective over his best friend and I don't really wanna deal with a talk like that right now. He is, however, one of the closest people to me and I can't really avoid him much longer. I send him a quick text, telling him that I'll come over and put my phone back in my pocket. I adjust the strap of my dance bag as I continue to walk until I hear the all-too-familiar song playing and freeze. She has 10 specific songs that she uses, so it's easy for me to know whenever she's here. I smile to myself and turn to the opposite hall without even thinking. I stop at the door and scoot a bit to the left so she won't see me. From where I'm standing I see her from the side, her hair is in a high ponytail with a few loose curls escaping and falling down her face and neck. She's dressed in a black sweater and black boodie shorts that hug her ass perfectly. I let my eyes travel from the curve of it down to her long, toned legs and can't help but lick my lips at the sight. She usually hides her body underneath layer and layer of clothes way too big for her, so this is a rare sight that I only get to see when I'm secretly watching her practice every Monday, Tuesday, and Saturday morning, maybe Friday night if I'm lucky. It's something I look forward to after my practice. I won't ever say it out loud though, I wouldn't ever admit how I can stand hours behind the thick glass, watching her body move to the music. Watching the way her long curly hair moves when she turns on her toes or how delicate her hand movements look even from far away. She reminds me of a bird when she dances. It's like her feet don't even touch the ground with hands as delicate and light as wings and her movements so perfectly blended together, that it's mesmerizing. She is fascinating to me in so many ways, until she opens her mouth. Fuck, she can make my eyes roll all the way to the back of my head. She's challenging me in a way that I never expected and how much I'm drawn to her is something I'm not ready to admit yet. Being a dick to her didn't work, she's not the type of girl that bites her tongue, but avoiding her didn't work either. Not to mention how fucking hard it was. Her presence alone is enough to light up a whole fucking room. She carries a certain light with her that annoys me to no end, mostly because she reminds me so much of my sister that sometimes I let my walls down without even realizing it. Both hold the same light in their eyes and that vibrating smile. She reminds me of myself as well. The side of me I lost. The passion in her eyes, the energy she carries, and the determination that she has. In her eyes, I see so many things. Things that I desperately wanna forget. Things I avoid facing and run away from. I see judgment in her eyes. They're like a mirror and all I can see is my shitty ass self. I don't stand there much longer. With everything that's happening between me and her, my head is all over the place. I don't know what I want or what I am doing even but I can't seem to stay away from her. But I have to, I know I have to. I don't want her to get involved with my mess.

I reach the frat in only 10 minutes and Felix is the one to open the door.

"Hey" He offers me a bright smile. That kid is such a joy to be around.

"Hey man," I pat his shoulder. "Is Chan here?"

His nods. "He's in his room."

"How's Hyujin?" I ask out of curiosity. Hyunjin and I have an interesting type of relationship, I guess you would say. He's one of the very, very few people that can bring me to my limits in an incredibly short amount of time and have a smile on his face while doing it, so torturing his annoying ass in many different ways has become a new form of entertainment for me.

His eyes widen slightly.

"Y/n left in a hurry yesterday because something happened with Hyunjin." I clarify.

"Oh," He relaxes. "He's trying." He drags out the words.

"A woman?" I smile sympathetically.

He sighs. "Yeah"

"It'll get better." I try to comfort him.

"I hope so."

I gave him one last sympathetic look and jogged up the stairs. I knocked on Chan's door twice before opening it, not waiting for him to answer.

"I have arrived," I announce.

"I have noticed." He chuckles back. He's sitting on his bed with his laptop on his legs.

I drop my bag beside the door and take a seat on the bed. "Are you working?"

"Just some touch-ups," He says and closes the laptop, putting it beside him. "Were you at the dance studio?"

"I worked with Changbin a bit, we finished Seungmin's part, and then I went to the dance studio," I explain, even though I know why he's asking.

He nods several times and takes a deep breath through his nose, kinda like he's preparing himself for what he's about to say. "Um listen-"

"I know what you're about to say." I stop him. "And there's no reason for us to talk about this." I try to avoid the conversation before he starts talking cause I know that he will not stop.

He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. "Minho, I'm not stupid nor blind."

"But you are wrong. It's not like that-" I begin to say but he's the one to cut me off now.

"Minho" He gives me a knowing look. "She's my best friend."

"I know." I sigh, giving up, and letting him talk.

"And you're one of my best friends as well." He adds.

"I know." I run a hand through my hair not knowing what to do with my hands.

"What I'm trying to say is that I know her and I know you."

I rest my head against the wall and focus my eyes on the wall in front of me. I really don't wanna be having this conversation. I haven't even figured shit out myself. But one thing I can never do is lie to Chan.

"Nothing has happened between us." I honestly say.

"I see the way you look at her and I see the ways you guys talk and tease each other." He lifts a brow. "I haven't seen you like that with any other girl, and I've known you for what? Almost three years now?" He laughs and I can feel a small amount of weight leaving my shoulders knowing that he's not ready to cut my dick off.

I fight a smile and shake my head. "No honestly, nothing's up. She's just fun to tease."

He leans closer and puts a hand on my shoulder. "Listen you've been through a lot of shit and there are times when she's around that I can see a genuine smile on your lips, even when you're trying to hide it. You're dancing and you're not locked up in your room. I'm happy to see you like this, making progress. She has that effect on people, you know. She's such a bright person." His smile falls slightly. "But Y/n has also been through a lot. She has had ups and downs with her mental health ever since I met her but the past year she's been struggling, especially after her last relationship."

The sudden anger that spreads through my body even at the mention of her ex shocks me a bit, remembering all the things she admitted to me that Chan doesn't know about. That time at the party when I caught them fighting in the kitchen, I acted out of instinct. When I saw her against the counter with her eyes full of hidden fear I didn't even think about it, all I knew is that I had to take her away from him. It's something that I have done more times than I can count for my mother and my sister. My anger at the beginning was towards her cause she was one of the millions of women that chose to stay silent but the growing protectiveness I feel toward her now is a feeling I can't quite figure out. The night she opened up to me about him, I stayed up, debating whether or not I would go and beat the shit out of him until he physically couldn't walk. I think that was the night I realized how much power she has over me. She has changed since I met her a year ago. I don't know what about her is different but something is. I can tell cause I've memorized every single thing about her and searched for her around campus. That night hunted me. I remember everything I felt, the heaviness in my chest and the absolute numbness that had taken over my emotions. She came out of nowhere, and I remember thinking that her voice was so annoying that I just wanted her to leave. I wanted to be alone. But she stayed and would not stop talking. Her eyes; big, bright, and full of light. A shade of green, I've never seen. Her eyes that night stared at mine and I felt annoyed, judged, and fascinated at the same time. The more I looked at her the more mesmerized I became by her. Her resemblance to my sister was amazing, in every way. The way she spoke and moved was so unique yet familiar. Simply drawing. If I'm being honest, I had made my decisions and owned my mistakes. I was at peace knowing it was finally time to give up. But just like that, she stood there, like a mirror in front of me. A reminder. A clear reflection of what I had become and all the things I could be. She spoke with so much passion about life that I got jealous. Never in my life have I met anyone like her. After she left I stayed there, in the same spot for at least an hour, her words being the only thing on my mind. I realized that; that was kind of like my second chance, a reality check. She came to offer me a second chance in life. And as much as I hated her being there at the time, as much as her words were cutting through me like a fucking knife, I needed it. I picked myself up. Piece after piece and even though life's still shit, her words were a constant motivation to keep moving, and at the end of the day; I'm still here. Alive. Well, kinda.

"My point is," he continues."Whatever you do, be careful." He kept his face natural, with his usual half smile but I could hear the hidden warning in his tone. I nod my head not knowing how to reply. I don't wanna say anything. I don't wanna talk about her.

"Alright, I'll go take a shower and then you can jump in afterward, cause no offense but you stink mate." He makes a face.

"Shut up. " I roll my eyes.

He grabs some clothes. "You could join me if you want, to save water and all." He smirks.

I grab the nearest pillow and throw it at him, which he easily avoids and disappears into the bathroom laughing.

Y/n's POV:

I was practicing in the studio when Felix called me.

"He could come and stay with us for a few days." I offer, not really knowing what to say or do to help.

"I don't think it will make any difference," Felix says. "I think he just wants to be alone right now."

"I can understand that" I mutter. Jackson was my first real relationship and that heartbreaking feeling that weighed on my chest months even after our break is one that I don't wish upon anyone. Even though I know that what we had was not love, I still loved him.

"It's just hard seeing him like that." he sighs.

"I know." My heart tightens at how sad Felix sounds. He cares deeply about people, especially when it comes to his friends. He, Chan, and Hyunjin are like brothers so seeing Hyunjin in pain must be hard for him. "I can come over later, maybe we can watch a movie or something. It will help him get his mind off of her." I offer.

"Yeah sure, that sounds nice."

"I'll be there around 8."

"Okay"

"Bye Felix."

I've been practicing all morning and my feet are honestly killing me. After I came home I took a shower, trying to relax my sore muscles and I've been laying in my bed ever since. I've been switching between Netflix and my book for the past few hours until I finally decided to get ready. Today is one of those days that I would want nothing more than to bury myself under my sheets and not talk or see anyone and it sucks. I take a breath, leaving the comfort of my bed to start getting dressed. I don't do much, I throw on a pair of jeans and a hoodie, deciding to bury myself under the thick clothing. I don't bother with makeup or my hair besides running my fingers through them a bit and I'm out of the door. I wrap my arms around my body and fasten my walk to the frat house. I somehow thought that I'd d be fine with just my hoodie, completely forgetting the fact that it's almost Christmas and it's freezing. At least the frat is only about 15 minutes away from our apartment. I reach the door and press the doorbell. Once, twice and as I'm about to press it for the third time, the cold air pushing me to my limits, the door opens and I freeze as I come face to face with his big, brown eyes.

Close. He's standing so close.

"Fuck," I curse, placing my hand over my heart. "You scared me."

He opens the door a bit more, leaning into the doorway. "Lovely to see you too, angel."

My heart flatters at the sight of his smile but I push the thought away and my way through the door. "Stop calling me that." I take my shoes off.

"Why? Do you like it that much?" His smile grows along with my annoyance. I'm annoyed cause in fact I think I kind of do. Or mostly I like what it does to me, the way it makes me feel. Then again maybe I like the fact that he cares enough to have a specific nickname for me. Not that I would know if he uses it with other women as well..

"What are you even doing here?" I walk to the stairs, searching for any sight of my friends.

"I happen to have friends who live here." He follows me.

"Funny." I reach the top of the stairs and turn to him. Why is he even following me? Where's everyone? I look around the first floor.

"I am." He chuckles, standing right in front of me with his arms crossed over his chest. The sleeves of his black hoodie are lifted up to his elbow. He has such nice hands, I think to myself.

"You are a lot of things." I mumble under my breath, peeling my eyes away from his body. Heat starts rising inside me. He's standing too close to me, with a stupid grin on his face, and none else around us. My walls are shaking, starting to slowly tear down in moments like this, where I could have a playful, simple conversation with him without burning anger building inside of me at the audacity of his cruel words. But I don't let myself relax too much, it's a matter of time before he snaps back on me.

"Oh, you have no idea." He breathes out, lowering his voice and head. He takes a few steps closer to me. What is he doing? My mind starts spinning, and all the possible things I can say or do run through my head but instead, I take a step to the left, pulling away for him.

"You smell." I say quickly and turn around and down the hall, not giving him a chance to say anything back.

"Hey," I wrap my hands around him, bringing him into a tight hug. His hair is still a bit dump for his shower and the scent of his caramel body wash immediately hits my nose. "how are you doing?"

"Fine." He mumbles in the crook of my neck. "I just want everyone to stop treating me like I'm made of glass."

"We're just worried about you Hyunjin." Felix says, laying on his stomach on Hyunjin's bed. Huynjin releases me and throws himself beside Felix.

"All of you guys have been through a breakup. I guess it's my time." His eyes are still a bit bloodshot, probably from last night. Felix told me that he wouldn't stop crying. When I broke up with Jackson both Felix and Hyunjin were over at my apartment every single day, trying to make me feel better, in every way they could. There were times when I wouldn't even get out of bed so they would stay in bed with me and we would watch stupid reality shows and old Disney movies. They were there for me so now that Hyunjin's going through the same thing I wanna be there for him as much as I can as well.

"You know what?" I place my hands on my hips. "I think you did enough mopping over her cheating ass. It's time to get your mind off her." I try to brighten the mood.

Both Felix and Hyunjin give me questioning looks. "What do you mean?" Hyunjin's eyebrows frown. His face is so puffy from crying that he looks incredibly cute.

"Get up." I pull him by the hand off the bed. "Let's go downstairs, make some drinks and snacks, and watch a fun movie." I open the door, dragging Hyunjin with me. Felix follows, giggling.

I release him as soon as we enter the kitchen, his shoulders fall and he takes a seat on a stool. I pull my phone out of my pocket, I'm gonna need some help.

"You're literally in my house, why are you calling me?" Chan picks up immediately.

"Come downstairs, now." I say and hang up.

"Y/n, I don't know If I'm-"

"No," I lift my finger. "4 days after I broke up with Jackson you showed up at my door. Remember what I did?"

"You tried to slam the door in my face." He wipes his nose with his sleeve.

"But you didn't leave me alone." I circle the counter to stand in front of him. "You sat with me in my bed as I cried my heart out and you didn't say a word." I push a piece of his blonde hair that's falling in his eyes back. His eyes begin to fill with tears and his full lips turn into a thin line. I know that face. "Please don't cry." I wrap my arms around him, panicking.

"It's not my fault, why did you have to get all emotional and shit..." He mumbles in my chest.

Felix lets out a laugh from his leaning position across the counter. "You guys are so dramatic." He shakes his head. "I'll get started on the drinks and leave you two emotionally damaged people to bond over making snacks."

"What's going on?" Chan walks into the kitchen with Minho following right behind.

"We're bonding." Hyunjin says, not lifting his head from my chest.

I giggle giving him one last squeeze before releasing him. "Okay enough with the crying, let's make some brownies." I clap my hands together.

"What are we doing exactly?" Minho asks, confusion written all over his face.

"We're making drinks and snacks, and then we're watching a movie to cheer Hyunjin up." Felix walks over to them. "Wanna help with the drinks?" He asks Chan.

"Yeah, sure." He immediately accepts, knowing he's not really good at cooking.

"You can go too, I'm sure you wouldn't wanna spend time making brownies with me." Hyunjin gets off the stool and glares at Minho on his way to the fridge. I look between them dumbfounded. Have I missed something?

Minho takes a few steps further into the kitchen, slowly approaching the end of the counter, with his hands crossed. "Stop being dramatic." He rolls his eyes.

"You told me that I'm the most annoying person you've ever met." Hyunjin narrows his eyes.

My jaw falls open. "Minho!" I gasp.

He takes a breath. "I was joking obviously. You're clearly not THE most annoying person, have you met Changbin?" I wanna laugh at his terrible attempt to fix what he said to Hyunjin but I bite my lip to hold it and pull out a bowl to start mixing the ingredients.

"Whatever, you can stay, only cause I'm a nice person unlike you." A small smile dances on Hyunjin's lips. " I'll go look for a pan." He turns to me.

"Okay, I'll start mixing the wet ingredients." I nod, getting the sugar and a cup to measure everything in.

He nods back and walks to the small pantry that they have beside the kitchen. He stops behind Minho. "I know you like me, you can stop this enemies-to-lovers thing." He says close to his ear and Minho flinches.

I let out a laugh, that quickly disappears the minute I realize that we're alone in the kitchen. The pantry where Hyunjin went to look for a pan is just across the hall, but knowing Hyunjin it will take him more than 5 minutes to actually locate the pans. I focus my eyes on the bowl in front of me as I pour the butter over the sugar and begin mixing them, while Minho stands silently at the opposite side of the counter. I know for a fact that he will not even try to start a conversation or do anything to make this uncomfortable silence go away so I force myself to stay focused on my task and ignore him. The butter begins to blend smoothly with the sugar, which is a sign to put the eggs in. From the corner of my eye, I see him move. I straighten my back, not wanting to appear as intimidating as I am by his presence. He stops to my right, close enough for me to smell Chan's body wash; so he must have taken a shower here. I wait for him to say something, anything but he stays silent, simply observing. The side of my face feels like it's on fire from his intense staring and I being to grow uncomfortable.

"Um, can you bring the eggs?" I clear my throat but neither his body nor his eyes move. I shift my balance from one foot to another, my hand moving faster as I feel my anxiety peeking. I sigh, realizing that he's not going to help me at all so I stop mixing and turn to the fridge but before I have the time to take a single step, he moves past me, his shoulder brushing mine. I focus my eyes back on the bowl as he moves silently to the fridge and back. His movements remind me of a cat's. Soundless, precise, and confident, executed with a look of boredom all over their face.

"How many do we need?" For some reason the way he said 'we' made a smile almost appear on my lips.

"Um," I think about how many pieces will be enough for all of us to eat. " about 3." I say and reach for an egg.

"Let me." He takes it from my hand, in a surprisingly gentle way, almost as gentle as his tone. He seems to be in a good mood, a good mood for him at least and I begin to wonder why. He cracks 2 of the eggs inside the bowl and I mix them with the rest of the ingredients.

"Do you bake a lot?" He suddenly asks. My hand slows down for a second, caught by surprise by his sudden question. I don't think that he's ever asked me a simple question like this.

"Um, yeah." I hesitantly answer.

"Hm," He nods, breaking the third egg. "It looks like you know what you're doing."

I shrug pouring the flour into the mixture. "I bake a lot when I'm stressed."

"Which is often I'm guessing." He smirks.

I try not to smile at his comment but my face warms up either way. His energy is oddly positive. He shifts his weight, leaning towards me and observing my moves. The way that my body is drawn to his is ridiculous and the thoughts that go through my head make everything worst. Silence takes over us once again and my eyes flicked to the door every 10 seconds, silently hoping for Hyunjin to finally come.

I hear him chuckle under his breath.

"What?" I turn to him.

He leans into the counter with both of his hands and shakes his half-wet hair out of his eyes. I swallow; fuck he's attractive.

He half-smiles, in such a boyish way. "Do I make you uncomfortable?"

I look back down. "No." I lie

He leans back close to me, placing his hand next to my hip to my left trapping me like he did yesterday. I hold my breath as he looks over my shoulder, his chin almost touching it.

"I love making you nervous." His breath tickles my neck and chills spread down my spine and arms. He dips his finger into the mixture and brings it to his lips. My eyes follow the way his finger disappears into his mouth, his full lips sucking on it in a way that makes my legs grow closer.

His eyes lighten up. "Shit, this is good." He dips his finger again.

I let out a breath, relieved to see his attention turn to the brownies. "Really?"

"Yeah, try some." He takes some more on his finger and brings it to my lips.

I freeze. "No thanks." I awkwardly smile.

He frowns. "You made it, you have to try. " He pushes his finger closer to my lips.

"Minho, said no." I say a little louder, grabbing his wrist. I feel him stiffen, his eyes fall to my grip and then back to my eyes. My stomach drops. I dip the finger of my other hand into the mixture and drag it across his cheek, distracting him. His eyes widen, clearly not expecting that and I can't help but I laugh at his face.

"You're dead." His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek with a straight face.

He takes some more of the mixture and I turn around about to run but his hand sneaks around my waist pulling me back. My back hits his chest and I feel his finger spreading the brownie dough all over my cheek.

I bring my hands up to cover my face but he fights me with his free hand. "Minho, stop! " I try to sound annoyed but I giggle instead.

"You started it. " He laughs back and I swear it is one of the most lovely sounds I've ever heard. Even if I can't see him from my position, I can picture the smile on his face.

I kinda wish I could freeze this moment as well.

"Can you guys stop playing with my breakup brownies? " Hyunjin groans, finally entering the kitchen with 3 different pans in his hands. We both freeze but Minho's the one that moves away first. Almost too fast and sharper than I would like as if he hadn't realized what was happening until it was interrupted. His face drops any emotions that previously held and he goes to grab the pans from Hyunjin.

"Hyunjin let's just start the movie. The brownies will be ready in a few minutes." Felix groans but Hyunjin shakes his head. Everyone has taken a seat on the large couch in the living room. Felix and Chan made Margaritas for all of us and after a lot of fighting, we decided to watch 'The Conjuring'. We were just about to start the movie but Hyujin refuses to watch anything until his brownies are ready.

"I said no." He stands his ground.

I give Felix a sympathetic look, knowing that Hyunjin is slowly bringing him to his limit, and get up. "Fine, I'll go check on the brownies." I walk back into the kitchen and kneel in front of the oven, checking if the brownies are ready. They could use a little more baking but I pull them out anyway.

"Hello, love" Kai, one of the other boys that live here enters the kitchen. There are 5 guys in total in the Frat, Hyunjin, Chan, Felix, Kai, and Jace. Kai is the one I like the most after the boys cause Jace can be a bit of an ass.

"Hi, Kai." I smile at him.

"What's going on? Are you guys having a movie night?" It's not often that either of them is home but whenever they are, they always stay locked up in their rooms. Kai sometimes comes downstairs to say hi to me or Emma and maybe hang out a bit with us so I'm definitely closer to him. He's quite tall, with messy blonde hair and the most perfect dimples I have ever seen.

"Yep." I begin to cut the brownies into squares.

"Fuck, they look delicious." He leans over the pan. "Can I have some?"

"Y/n." Both of our heads snap to the doorway where Minho is standing. His gaze moves between Kai and me. He must have a fucking radar or something. "Do you need any help?"

"Um-"

"Hey, man." Kai greeds Minho as he approaches the counter.

"How you've been Kai?" He pats Kai's back with a nod and walks past him to stand right beside me. Oh, so they know each other.

"Busy." he lets out a breathy laugh. "I'm happy that the semester's over."

Minho gives him an understanding nod and then copies Kai's previous position, leaning over my shoulder, and looking at the brownies. "They look good." He drags out in a low voice. I realize what he's doing and I have to stop the smile that threatens to form on my lips. He only seems to care about me whenever another person's involved. It does bother me but at the same time, I can't really stop myself from craving his attention in any way that I get it. I know it sounds weird but I want him to look at me, I want his eyes to search the room for me and I want him to be disappointed when I'm not there.

I take a breath and put a soft smile on my lips. I cut a small piece of brownie and move away from Minho's grip. "Here," I turn to Kai. "Try some."

He opens his mouth, taking the brownie from between my fingers with his lips. My back is completely turned to Minho, but I see Kai's eyes flicker behind me for a second.

"Oh, my god." He groans with his mouth full.

"How is it?" I place all the pieces on a large plate.

"It's incredible." He nods his head, with his eyes closed.

"What about me?" Minho puts his elbows on the counter, bringing his face right in front of mine. "I wanna try too."

"You have hands." I take the plate in my hands and turn around, avoiding to look his way, while Kai's trying to hold his laughter but he's failing. "I'll see you around Kai." I exit the kitchen.

"Fucking finally," Hyunjin yells as I put the plate in the middle of the coffee table and I fall back to my seat beside Chan.

"I know that he's heartbroken and all but I swear I'm gonna murder him." Felix leans behind Chan's back and whispers to me. I cover my mouth with my hand trying to hold my laughter, Hyunjin can be too much when he's not in a good mood but if Felix has reached his limits the situation's bad. My laugh is cut short when I feel someone sitting beside me.

"You're not seating here." I lean a bit closer to whisper to him while keeping my eyes forward and the small smile on my lips that tries to hide the panic of Minho staying beside me for almost 2 hours. "I wanna watch the movie."

"None's stopping you, angel." Minho lifts both of his eyebrows at me before taking a brownie from the plate and popping it into his mouth.

"Okay, now we can begin the movie." Hyunjin takes 4 brownies and leans back, happily.

Felix shakes his head and presses play. I sigh and grab the blanket from the back of the couch, unfolding it.

"Are you cold?" Minho asks, without looking at me.

"She can't watch a movie without a blanket or something to cover her. " Chan explains. "She's weird like that."

"Shut up." I bring the blanket up to my shoulders. "Pass me my margarita."

I hold my hand out but he shakes his head. "Nope. No alcohol for you."

"What? Why?" I frown.

He shoots me a glare. "I think you know why."

I drop my hand, understanding. He takes a brownie from the plate and holds it out to me but I shake my head, as always.

"Then no alcohol." he shrugs.

"Guys, shut up ." Hyunjin turns up the volume. "The movie's starting."

I sigh once again and bury myself under the blanket, forcing my eyes on the tv. This is gonna be a long movie.

Minho's hand has been resting on the back of the couch for 25 minutes straight, and the right side of his body is so close to me, that his thigh is brushing mine every now and then, so it's hard to focus on anything else. He, on the other hand, is perfectly still, completely invested in the movie. I can't help but let my eyes flicker to him every few minutes and the more I do the more I realize that he has the most perfect side profile. Everything from his now completely dry hair to his long black eyelashes that stand tall over his huge eyes to his perfectly straight nose to the curve of his full lips. His face holds no expression. He occasionally lets his lips turn into a small smile when a funny scene comes up or his eyebrows frown when something intrigues him. He doesn't smile that often, he doesn't show much emotion in general and I wonder if it's because we're not that close yet for him to open up or if that's the way he is as a person. From what Chan has told me, Minho is really closed off and it takes time for him to open up to someone. The memories of our talks make their way through my mind yet again, almost causing me to smile. I loved the way he talked; as if I wasn't even there, as if he was talking to himself, letting out all of his thoughts. I loved those moments. It was the first time that I felt understood, in a way. I've been hiding a lot of things, too ashamed to admit the real story of my childhood, the toxic and abusive relationship I stayed in for almost a year, or the sides of myself that even I am disgusted by. The mess that I grew up to be, even though I swore to myself that I would be different. I'm so grateful that I found Chan. It was a time when I really needed someone to be there for me, and he didn't hesitate a second. He was there every time. Through me screaming and yelling, crying, falling classes, not leaving my room or eating anything for days. He had the patience that none had with me growing up. He stayed by my side, waiting, allowing me to take my time but never leaving. I have opened up to him about a lot but still, even from him, I keep things. There are times when I feel like shit. I sit with all these people that are almost like family to me and present myself as someone I'm not, allowing only the side of myself that's not messed up, damaged, or fucked to be seen. So when Minho opened up to me about his childhood, I felt like I wasn't alone in a way. Maybe it was the alcohol but he didn't hide that side of him from me and that made me not wanna hide mine either.

I hadn't realized how long I'd been staring at him, drowning in my thoughts until his eyes turned to mine, and I almost choked. He looked back at the screen with a small smile and moved a bit closer to me. Thank fucking god that the lights are almost off cause I'm pretty sure I look like a tomato. I feel the hand that he has resting behind me, inching closer until his fingers brush my shoulder. A wave of chills runs through my whole body, but I try not to show any emotion on my face. He laughs under his breath and removes his hand from behind me, but just as I'm about to finally let out a breath of relief, I feel his hand moving to my thigh under the blanket and when his hand grips my thigh, I clear my throat.

What is he doing?

"What?" Chan turns to me.

"Nothing." I quickly brushed him off. "Can you pass me some water?" He grabs a bottle of water from the table and gives it to me.

"Thanks" I bring it to my mouth. I can feel Minho's eyes on me, as I'm gulping down the water. I finish almost the whole bottle and give it back to Chan. His fingers start moving upwards and he leans back. His touch is so foreign yet so relieving in a way. Like I've been starving for ages and he just offered me food. He has never touched me in such a way and my skin starts to feel hot under his hand.

"Thirsty?" He whispers in my ear.

Jesus.

I fight a smile by pushing my lips together, but when his fingers inch closer to my core, I shallow so hard that it's almost audible. My legs move closer together, almost closing his hand between them but he moves it closer and closer to where I suddenly need him to. I bite my lip finally squeezing my thighs together, trying to bring his fingers even closer. He lets out a bearly audible laugh and tightens his grip. I let out a breath in frustration, suddenly grateful for how loud the movie is.

"Patience angel." I don't look at him but I bet his lips are in a smug ass grin.

God, I haven't been touched in that way for so long that I've forgotten how it feels, the burning in my lower belly or the aching between my legs.

"I told you not to call me that." The nickname sparks something inside me I place my hand on his thigh as well, turning to look at him. His smile slowly drops and my hand moves higher. Now it's my time to smile. Deep breaths are coming in and out of his nose. His hand rests on my thigh, not moving.

"Stop." He growls under his breath.

"No, you stop." I whisper to his ear, cupping his crotch. "I'm not a doll you can play with whenever you like." He draws his tongue over his bottom lip and then takes it between his teeth.

I wanna do that.

I tighten my hand around his dick, feeling him twitch in my palm. He turns to look at me, his eyes shifting under the dime lights, it's like they sparked, and with each second passing, they challenged me more and more. His gaze dropped to my lips and my heart started pouting in my chest, as he leaned forward. I immediately pulled my hand away and turned to my previous position, facing the tv.

"That's what I thought." He smirked and returned to his previous position as well, with his hand behind my head.

I stayed quiet for the rest of the movie, too stunned about what happened. Every time I'm near him, it's like my body has a mind of its own. He makes me act like a completely different person. I get overwhelmed and every time I need more and more. As the movie was playing, I slowly came to the realization of how much I am actually attracted to him. I haven't allowed myself to recognize my feelings for him, too caught up in everything that has been happening but it's easy for me to also realize how stupid it is of me to have any actual feelings for someone like him. Minho only likes to tease and annoy me, simply entertaining his own needs, so I force myself to stop thinking that it's anything more than that.

"That was a fucking good movie." Felix stretches his hands. I blink several times, realizing that the movie has finished.

"Hyunjin fell asleep," Chan whispers with a grin across his face and everyone's head snaps to Hyunjin.

"Aww" I lift myself off of the couch and grab my phone to snap a picture of his sleeping face.

"I'll take him upstairs." Chan gets up and I begin to clean the coffee table.

"I'll help," Felix says. We gather everything and take the plates and glasses back to the kitchen.

"Are you staying here?" Felix asks while loading the dishwasher.

I shake my head "I think I'll head home in a few."

"I'll drive you." Minho walks into the kitchen, engaging in our conversation out of nowhere. This dude is everywhere, I swear.

"I can walk thanks." I offer him a tight smile.

"Y/n." Felix says in a scolding tone. "It's past midnight. It's better if Minho drives you."

"I'll be fine." I stand my ground.

Minho makes eye contact with me from the other side of the island. "I'm driving you home." He states and leaves the kitchen.

Felix takes a look over his shoulder to make sure he's gone and then gives me a knowing smile.

"No, stop." I defend immediately.

He lifts his hands. "I didn't say anything."

"Shut up, I know what you're thinking." I narrow my eyes.

"You're going to fuck at some point." He shrugs. "Bet."

"Felix! " I squeal, looking around to see if anyone has heard him.

"Just sayin'."

"I'm going home, bye." I raise my voice on purpose and he laughs. I make my way back to the living room to put my shoes on.

"You wanna go now?" Minho asks from the couch.

"I said I'll walk."

"Stop being so fucking stubborn," He grabs his phone from the coffee table and walks to me. "It's late and I have a car."

"Who says that I wanna be in a car with you?"

He lifts his eyebrows, almost like he's challenging me. "You got into Jeongin's car."

There we go.

"Jeongin's fun to be around." I shoot and his face breaks into a grin.

He says bye to Chan and walks up to me until only I'm able to hear him. "I can be plenty of fun." His voice drops. "Grab your stuff, I'll be waiting outside." He puts his shoes on in a swift motion and walks out the door.

I smile to myself, 'cause despite what I said, I really wanna be in a car with him. I walk back to the couch. "Bye Chan." I wrap my arms around his shoulders from the back.

"Bye, princess." He kisses my arm.

When I step out of the house the cold air hits me immediately, forcing me to lift my hands and wrap them around my upper body for support. Minho's leaning against his car, a cigarette between his lips. I've never really found smoking attractive but there's something about the way he does it, that it does seem, kinda attractive, I guess.

"So Jeongin's fun huh?" He blows out some smoke.

"He is actually." I keep my face straight and when I reach him I take his cigarette and bring it to my lips, but before I have a chance to take a hit he snaps it back.

"Not a chance."

"Why not?" I pout.

"Dancers don't smoke."

"That's bullshit." I scoff. "Besides, you're a dancer."

His eyes light up. "Fine. If you want it, come and get it." He takes a long drag and leans forward, holding the smoke in his mouth. His action is unexpected, sparking excitement inside me.

"No thank you." I bring my lips to a tight line, understanding what he meant. He laughs and blows out the smoke. "Can we go? I'm cold." I shiver, causing his eyes to trail down my body, probably noticing that I don't have a jacket on and I shift under his gaze feeling uncomfortable. I hate it when people look that intensely at my body.

"Sure." He throws the cigarette on the ground, stepping on it. He unlocks the car and I let out a sigh of relief, once I'm inside.

He starts the car.

"Seatbelt," He says, exactly like he did the last time I was in his car. I reach for the seatbelt and put it on.

The corner of his mouth lifts. "Good girl."

My body tenses up. "Stop with the pet names." I manage to say.

He smirks." You love them."

"I don't"

"I can see the way your body reacts every time I call you something, you know." His eyes flicker to me.

"I hate you." I shake my head, not having anything to say back. I don't really know how to speak to him when he's like this. I don't know how we went from fighting to flirting, but I can't help this weird feeling that I shouldn't let myself enjoy it too much. This is dangerous territory. The thin line between playful fighting and flirting, and I'm not really sure if I should cross it or not.

He rests his head back. "Sure you do."

The dime light from the street lights falls on him perfectly. One hand gripping the wheel and the other resting on the closed window. Even the way he's driving is attractive and I let myself study him a bit more. I try to focus on the small details I notice about him, like the way his hands handle the wheel or the way his eyes move around the streets, alarmed yet relaxed in a way. I notice that as he focuses on the road, his lips pout slightly and his eyebrows frown.

"You're staring again." He says with a completely straight face and my eyes snap back to the road.

"So, how do you know Kai?

His question takes me by surprise. "Um, I've seen him around the frat." He simply nods. "Checking out the competition?" I tease.

His teeth make an appearance. "There's no competition angel."

"You're so full of yourself." I scoff

He shrugs with a smile. "I'm just confident. I grew up having to fight for everything I've ever wanted. That made me rely on myself and myself only and soon I realized that if I try hard enough I can get anything I want."

This conversation took a huge turn and I find myself staring again, remembering everything he told me that night. "I'm the exact opposite." I turn to the road. "I'm one of those people who no matter how hard they try will always fail and I've reached a point where I've failed so many times that it makes me believe that maybe, I'm just not enough."

He keeps his eyes on the road. "You're more than enough. All of us are. There are always gonna be people that are going to make you feel like that, parents, friends, lovers, even yourself. But in the end, there's no such thing as being enough for anything. You're simply you. And that's more than enough."

I stare at his side profile as I let his words sink in and my heart warms. "How do you do that?" I honestly ask.

"How do I do what?" He glances at me only for a second.

"You're so confusing. How can you act like a complete dick one second and the next talk to me like that?"

At that, he laughs. "That's how I'll get you to be obsessed with me."

It's kinda working.

"No. That's how you'll get me to murder you."

He laughs again. He looks so different when he laughs. There's something addictive to the sight and for some reason, I wanna make him laugh again.

"I have a question. " I say.

His face twitches with interest. "If you ask one, I'll ask on."

"Deal." I fight a smile and clear my throat. I don't know when I'll ever get a chance like this again, so I think deeply. "Why did you quit dancing and turned to music?" There are so many things I wanna ask him. Like what he thinks about me, if he's ever been in love or his dreams about the future. I wanna get to know everything about him but I don't wanna push him. It seems like he's thinking about it cause he's biting the inside of his cheek, something I've seen him do before.

"I just couldn't." He finally said after 23 seconds of silence, which I counted out of anxiety that maybe I pushed him too far with my question. He takes a deep breath, preparing himself. "I was in a shitty place and I was a fucked up mess. I couldn't dance anymore cause I had nothing to express. Growing up I found myself going to the dance studio as an escape. All the anger and fear and absolute sadness I would hold inside, I would release through dancing. But at some point in my life, it became too much and I grew completely...numb, in a way. I couldn't dance anymore cause I wasn't able to feel anything. I was bearly alive."

I watch him carefully, the urge to simply touch him out of sympathy growing by the second. I wonder how much pain he holds inside. I'm dying to get to know him.

"Jisung was the one that introduced me to music." He continues. " He came into my life when I thought that I was done. If I didn't have him I probably wouldn't be alive right now. He was studying in Rome, forced by his parents into a career that he didn't want. He was suffering from depression and anxiety and couldn't do it anymore, so he left and came here."

I would have never imagined that such a bright person would have such a hard backstory, but then again the kindest people are the ones that have suffered the most. "How did you guys meet?"

He smiles just a little. "At a party, a frat party actually. It was my first year in college, as a dance major along with my sister. I was drunk, and got in a fight with some dude after I tried to fuck his girl."

I scranch my nose in diguast. "You're an ass."

"I didn't know." He rolls his eyes. "Plus she was the one that was rubbing her ass on my dick the whole night."

His vulgar words disturb me. "Continue." I clear my throat.

"Anyway, I passed out on the bathroom floor, completely wasted, and somehow the next day I woke up on a couch at an apartment I didn't know. Jisung took me to his and Seungmin's place. I will not go into detail but after that, he somehow became my best friend."

"Wait, they were living together?" I ask.

He nods. "Yeah, they were friends for years and when Jisung dropped out Seungmin offered him to come and live with him."

I feel like I'm missing something. "How old are you?" I turn to him.

He looks at me with a smirk. "I'm 25."

What?

My eyes widen. "How the fuck are you 25?"

He laughs at my shocked expression. "I told you, I was a dance major for 2 years until I switched. Jisung started studying music and it pulled me in immediately. Then in my second year, Chan started collecting us like Pokemon and now here we are."

I shake my head. "Wow." There's so much I still don't know about these boys. Each and every one of them has his own story yet somehow Chan managed to bring 5 different people together through music.

"My turn." He says.

"Your turn has to wait." I smile as he reaches my apartment complex. He stops the car and I remove my seatbelt. I try to open the door but it's locked.

"Unlock the car." I turn to meet his gaze. He's leaning against his car door, keeping one hand on the wheel.

"I'll ask my question first." His voice echoes through the car.

I bit my lip, fully understanding the situation that I'm in right now. Trapped in his car, with his eyes and full attention on me. "Fine, ask away."

He focuses on my face, searching and studying. "Are you still in love with him?"

I stiffen, knowing exactly who he's talking about. Even though he's the only one who knows about me and Jackson, the times that we've actually talked about it are few. In any other case, I would have avoided any question about him but it's something this specific question that made me straighten my back. "No," I say with full honesty. "And I don't think I was ever truly in love with him if I'm being honest."

"You weren't," He says, his voice strong and stable. "What you had, what he gave you, wasn't love." He spits the last words as if it's a joke.

"Maybe it's the love I deserved." My voice drops lower, almost to a whisper.

His head snapped in my direction and I immediately lower my head, suddenly not brave enough to look him in the eye.

"Look at me." He demands.

I shake my head. I can't, I feel too exposed right now. More than I've ever had in front of anyone other than Jackson or Chan.

His hand finds my jaw and grips it tightly, turning my head to him. His eyes are burning but the muscles on his face are relaxed. He leans closer, and my heart starts beating faster.

"I really hope I could prove you wrong." His thumb brushes my cheek.

Freeze, freeze, freeze. I wish I could freeze this moment. Make it last.

I hold my breath. " Why can't you?"

His eyes shift as he tilts his head to the side. His hand moves to the side of my face, brushing some of the stray hairs away, pushing them behind my ear. I feel myself leaning into his touch.

"Cause you deserve better than I can offer you."

The words feel heavy, in my heart, in my chest, and in my stomach so I drop my eyes, nodding several times. Somehow I knew that that was gonna be the case. From the moment I first saw him, I somehow knew that he carried a lot with him and as much as my feelings are pushing me towards him, I'm not in a place where I can get involved with someone that can't offer me all of him.

"I get it." I pull away from his touch.

"Y/n.." He sighs.

I grab my bag and open the door. He tries to grab my wrist. "No," I shake my head. "Stop confusing me." I sharply say. "I won't do this back and forth again. You either want something or you don't. So since you don't, please leave me alone." I get out of his car, my legs move as fast as they can up the stairs to my apartment and the moment I slam the door shut, the tears make their way down my cheeks silently.

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professionalromantic · 4 months

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HARD THOUGHTS

MDNI, NSFW UNDER CUT

WARNINGS: degrading, praising, hair pulling, mention of touching in a public setting, use of names:(slut, brat, baby)

just the thought of lee know rough-fucking your throat in your shared bedroom after you decided to tease him in a public setting.

"You think that's cute, huh? Touching me under the table like that? Thought I would let it slide?"

You look up at him with teary eyes, your hands fidgeting as you stand in front of the bed, facing him.

"No sir.."

He pushes you onto the bed with the ease of one arm to your shoulder, you look up at him with a flushed face, only to see him unbuckling his belt, his slight smirk on his face growing wider.

"Open wide, slut."

You open your mouth obediently, closing your eyes tight as you prepare for the abuse on the back of your throat. He grabs a handful of your hair as he pushes into your mouth with a loud groan.

"Yeah, take it like a fucking brat."

You gag and choke on his chubby cock as he pushes your head onto his dick.

"You make such pretty noises baby.."

lmao i enjoyed writing this so much its rotting my brain

oops cliffhanger oops im pressing the post button whoopsies

#lee know smut #lee minho smut #minho smut #leeminho #skz x reader #lee know x reader

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dollystuartwrites · 9 months

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Stray Gods - Chapter 42

Pairing: Gods!OT8 x !F!Reader

Genre: romance, friends to lovers, polyamory, mystery, supernatural, angst, fluff, smut

Wordcount: 6581

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] [11] - [12] - [13] - [14] - [15] - [16] - [17] - [18] - [19] - [20] [21] - [22] - [23] - [24] - [25] - [26] - [27] - [28] - [29] - [30] [31] - [32] - [33] - [34] - [35] - [36] - [37] - [38] - [39] - [40] [41] - [42] - [43] - [44] - [?] MASTERLIST

Summary: With no memory of who you were, you wake up in the woods, only to be found by eight unusually handsome men. With no information of the past, the guys decide to take you in and take care of you for the time being. But that time becomes years, and as time passes, you start to notice that there is something different about them... and something different about you...

Warnings: angst, praise, thigh riding, kissing, fingering, overstimulation, lovebites, bad/miscommunication, low self-esteem, swearing, name-calling, dry humping, college, degradation, gods, special powers, vaginal sex, oral sex (f&m), mentions of contraception (condoms&thepill), injuries, mentions of death (but no character deaths), virgin!reader, teasing, orgasms, poly relationship, semi-public sex, daddy kink, strength kink, grinding, I've probably forgotten some, so let me know if I did and I will add more as the story progresses.

Taglist: @eastleighsblog @tangerminie @swittyregan @septicrebel @jiimout @zandra-42@julciaqwerty @vampcharxter @mercurezed @thatgirlangelb @cookiemonstermusic258 @stayconnecteed @bubblelixie Want to be added or did I miss you? Just send me an ASK or DM

Lots of love and many thanks to my beta’s from wattpad: rocker7898 and sydneye2411. You guys made my writing so much better <3

A loud bang made you snap out of your thoughts. You were standing outside, alone, staring at the road.

You turned around. A big house was standing before you, the pavement leading from the driveway to the front door that had just been thrown open as several clearly drunk people came out, laughing, yelling, and acting silly.

Right.

You were at the party.

You straightened your back and put on a smile, determined to remove Minho from your thoughts and find Adam as soon as you could.

The house was crammed full of all kinds of people. There were people of all races and nationalities present and the diversity made you smile. Although you knew it would probably take you ages to find Adam, you didn’t mind it too much. The living room was being used as a dance floor. The music was so loud that you could barely hear your own thoughts. In the adjacent dining room, people were playing twister and beer pong, and some card games that you did not know. None of the people looked familiar to you at all.

You moved on to the kitchen, which was somewhat quieter and was mostly occupied by people chatting and drinking. The kitchen counter was filled with all kinds of different bottles and drinks, most of them you had never heard of. Even though you weren’t legally allowed to drink, you gathered that it wouldn’t do much harm if you poured yourself one. After all, most of the people attending the party seemed to be either your age or younger.

You picked up some of the bottles and tried to read their labels, although most of them were in languages you didn’t know.

‘I wouldn’t drink that one if I were you,’ a familiar voice warned you. You looked up. A girl with short black hair with bright blue ends, a nose ring, and ears that were pierced top to bottom grinned at you.

‘Sera?!’ you spoke, surprised at her appearance and even more so at the fact that you remembered her name. She grinned at you.

‘Impressive, you still remember me,’ she said with an approving nod.

‘Of course, I do! You were the only person besides Hyunjin who wasn’t ancient at the exhibition,’ you chuckled. Sera giggled. Her outfit was very different from last time. Clearly, the bright pink dress she had worn to the exhibition had been her way of making an effort. This time, however, the outfit seemed to suit her style more. She was wearing black ripped jeans, a band shirt with the sleeves cut off, and a sleeveless leather jacket over it.

‘Y/n, right?’ She said, saying your name unsure. You nodded with a smile. ‘Never expected to meet you here.’

‘Me neither,’ you said shaking your head.

‘So how do you know Anne?’ Sera asked, leaning on the counter interestedly. The mention of the name made you realize you never heard the name of Adam’s sister before but were happy to know it now, so you wouldn’t get caught in any awkward conversations.

‘She’s my friend’s sister. He invited me,’ you explained. Sera nodded understandingly.

‘Yeah, I remember Anne telling me about her brother, never actually met the guy though,’ she said thoughtfully. ‘She and I used to take English classes on the weekends. Dreadful, I know,’ she said, seeing your face. ‘But we bonded over our mutual hatred for the language, and thus became good friends,’ Sera explained. You laughed.

‘You know, you should try this one, this is the good stuff,’ Sera said pointing to a bright green bottle. ‘The one you’re holding tastes like vomit smells, trust me,’ she said, pulling up her nose. You eyed the bright green bottle unsure, the liquid looking like something a witch in a movie would use to poison her enemies. ‘Trust me, it’s really sweet and the alcohol percentage isn’t that high so you won’t get shitfaced too quickly,’ Sera assured you.

You decided to go for it and found two clean, unused cups still in its plastic wrapper on the bar, and poured Sera and yourself a drink.

‘Cheers then,’ you said, toasting your cup against hers before taking a sip. As Sera had promised, it tasted quite nice and sweet.

‘Told ya,’ she grinned when she saw your happy and surprised face. ‘So you didn’t take Mr. Hwang with you this time?’ she asked, leaning back against the bar and looking at you.

‘Erm, no,’ you said shaking your head. ‘He had another expo or something he had to attend,’ you explained, feeling slightly awkward. Sera nodded understandingly.

‘Speaking of absolutely smoking hot men,’ Sera said suddenly, looking at a spot somewhere behind you, ‘Who is that?’

You turned around to see who she was looking at and found Adam standing there, talking to another man animately. You looked back at Sera surprised.

‘You mean the guy with the blonde hair?’ you asked, unsure if you guessed right.

‘Hell yeah,’ she said, licking her lips, her eyes narrowing and the corners of her mouth lifting upwards. ‘Haven’t seen such a cutie in ages,’

‘Really?’ you responded, trying your best not to laugh. Sera raised her eyebrows at you.

‘Hey, I’m into westerners,’ she shrugged, looking back at Adam and grinning, ‘and especially if they have bad boy scars on their face, oof,’ she said, spotting the large scar on the side of his face that he had gotten as a result from his accident.

You couldn’t hold in your laughter anymore. ‘That’s Adam,’ you laughed, looking from her fixated look to the unaware Adam.

‘That’s Adam?’ Sera repeated your words, raising her brows again. ‘Anne made him sound like an old bore, but seeing him like this…’ she said, not finishing her sentence.

‘I don’t think he’s a bore at all,’ you said, and Sera looked at you again interestedly as she sipped her drink. ‘He’s really nice, funny, and smart too. We’re actually really good friends,’

‘Can you call him over for me?’ Sera said, batting her pretty eyelashes at you which made you giggle.

‘Sure,’ you laughed. You took a big gulp from your drink and handed it to Sera, having her hold it for a moment before striding over to Adam. Just as you were about to tap on his shoulder, the other guy left and Adam turned around.

‘Woah there, found you! Where did you come from?’ Adam said, a little startled at first but then laughing and smiling at you.

‘I arrived not too long ago. I was over there with my new friend, Sera,’ you said looking over your shoulder and pointing over to where Sera was standing. Sera waved enthusiastically at the two of you which made you giggle once more before looking back at Adam. His initial response was surprise, but then you noticed the corners of his mouth lift a little.

‘Let’s go over to her,’ you proposed, not waiting for an answer and grabbing Adam by his arm and dragging him over.

‘Hi, I’m Adam,’ Adam introduced himself politely to Sera. Sera grinned.

‘I know. I’m Sera,’ she said, smiling at him seductively, before handing you your cup that you had given her.

You took another big gulp of the tasty drink as you watched the two of them get acquainted with each other, grinning.

A sudden, prickly feeling tickled your neck and made you straighten your back for a moment. Confused, you looked down at your drink. It looked fine. Sera had been holding it just for a moment. There was no way something could’ve happened to it. You frowned, unsure of the feeling but deciding to ignore it, instead focusing on the conversation again.

‘So you’re the one who glued that teacher’s pens together!’ Adam said laughing. ‘I remember laughing so hard when Anne told me that story, freaking genius!’ he exclaimed.

‘What can I say,’ Sera said, flicking her hair behind her ear and pretending to be sassy, ‘I’m simply the queen of pranks.’ Adam chuckled at her remark.

‘So what are you guys drinking then?’ he asked, looking into your cups. You shook your head, letting him know you honestly had no idea.

‘Hexen Meade,’ Sera said simply. ‘Tastes a bit like those green froggy candies they have in America. It’s quite nice and it’s got the lowest alcohol percentage out of everything on this table,’ she said, showing him the bottle.

‘It’s 15 percent,’ Adam said looking up incredulously.

‘Like I said,’ Sera grinned and shrugged, ‘the lowest percentage on this table.’

Adam huffed but then decided to find a cup as well and pour himself a glass as well.

‘Not bad, right?’ you said as he took his first sip. He pulled a face.

‘Not bad but so sweet,’ he said with a contorted face. Both you and Sera laughed.

The three of you talked for a while and you tried to move into the background as Sera obviously flirted with Adam, who didn’t seem to mind at all.

‘Y/n,’ Sera said softly when you were halfway through your second glass of Hexen Meade, ‘don’t look now, but there’s this super handsome but super creepy guy in the corner of the kitchen that has been staring at you nonstop. Like there have been loads of pretty girls that tried to talk to him, but he seems to have brushed them off every time so he could stare at you,’

‘Where?’ Adam asked, turning around quickly and frowning into the dimly lit kitchen.

‘I said don’t- ugh,’ Sera said rolling her eyes.

‘Wait-’ Adam said, still frowning, as he looked in the direction Sera had pointed.

‘Y/n, isn’t that- isn’t that Mr. Lee- I mean your roommate, I don’t know his first name,’ Adam said doubtfully.

This time it was your turn to whirl around.

There he was.

In the corner of the room, Minho stood staring at you broodingly, his arms folded and a scowl on his face.

Your heart and stomach did a backflip when your eyes met his.

‘Lino,’ you spoke his name under your breath without meaning to. As if by a summoning spell, Minho came walking over to the three of you.

His face now bearing a perfect soft smile, one that you knew he only reserved for you. His walk was calm, his arms moving elegantly. But you knew were the only one who could see the stiffness in his walk and the fire in his eyes.

‘Lino, you’re here,’ you said, sounding slightly out of breath when he stopped in front of you. He smiled softly at you, his eyes finding yours like there was no one else in the room. Silently he put his hand in his pocket and withdrew it again, holding a phone in it.

‘I found this in my car,’ he said softly, handing your phone to you.

‘So that’s why I couldn’t reach you,’ Adam’s voice sounded, breaking the spell between the two of you. Both you and Minho turned to him, Minho’s fake smile much less detectable than yours.

‘Hi Mr. Lee, I mean professor, I mean, erm… what should I call you?’ Adam asked, smiling awkwardly and scratching the back of his neck.

‘Mr. Lee is fine,’ Minho said calmly. The irritation was well in his voice, but his words were threatening enough to make Adam shut up. Sera cleared her throat loudly.

‘Oh, Sera,’ you said, quickly turning to her and feeling your cheeks pinken, ‘this is Lino- I mean Lee Minho, he’s my housemate,’ you introduced them quickly and awkwardly.

‘Nice to meet you Sera,’ Minho said politely, and you detected no pretense.

‘So what should I call you then?’ Sera said, boldly not using any honorifics as she spoke. Minho chuckled.

‘I’m a professor at their school,’ Minho explained, nodding at you and Adam. ‘I know Y/n won’t address me wrong, but I usually prefer not to mix my private life with my professional one which is why I asked Adam to keep addressing me as Mr. Lee,’ Minho explained simply. You wanted to kick him. You had known he knew Adam’s name before. ‘But since you don’t go to our school, and you’re a friend of y/n’s I will make an exception and let you call me Minho,’ he winked. An angry fire lit up in your stomach.

‘Oh, but I actually do go to your school,’ Sera said. You looked up in surprise. A flashback of you sitting in the cafeteria not too long ago crossed your mind, where you had seen a girl with short black hair and blue tips. So it had been her…

‘Well then, now that I’ve said it, I can’t take it back, can I?’ Minho said charmingly. The angry fire inside of you rose and for some reason, you wanted to drag Minho away from her.

‘I gotta take a leak,’ you said bluntly, feeling too angry to continue the conversation and knowing you needed to get away as soon as possible.

Before you could see their surprised faces you turned around and strode off.

You had no idea where the toilet was, but you didn’t care. You needed to get away from them. Away from him.

The image of Minho winking at Sera popped up in your mind and once more you felt like punching her for no particular reason. Angry and confused, you ripped open every door you could find until you finally found a bathroom.

You spent far too long washing your hands, and patted some cold water on your neck, trying to get yourself to cool down a bit. When you finally thought you would be able to face them without balling your fists, you left the bathroom.

It wasn’t too hard finding your way back to the kitchen, but by now the party had become so crowded, you found it hard to get through the masses. Getting back took you almost as long as finding the toilet in the first place, but eventually, you arrived back at the kitchen.

Your eyes quickly found Sera, who was sitting on the kitchen bar table now. You grinned. Adam was standing between her parted legs, and even with the dimmed lighting and the scar on his face, you could easily see him blushing as she obviously flirted with him. One of her hands was on his shoulders and you could clearly see Adam struggling with where he was supposed to put his hands. You estimated that within the next thirty minutes, they definitely wouldn’t be talking anymore…

You grinned to yourself, happy for your friend that he had finally found a girl who liked him back. A girl who you knew and liked at that. You decided you weren’t going to disturb them and scanned the rest of the room.

Your insides turned to ice and your grin was instantly wiped from your face.

Minho seemed to have retreated to his corner again, giving space to the new couple just like you would’ve, but this time he wasn’t alone. A blonde western girl with the looks of a model stood talking to him, but this time he didn’t brush her off. He talked to her animately, seeming to be interested in her conversation and laughing with her.

You felt like you were going to explode. Fury raged deep inside of you. You wanted nothing more than to go over there and punch both of them.

But you didn’t.

You just stood there, staring, feeling a cold fire consuming your insides.

Minho looked up, but before your eyes could meet you turned around and strode off. Needing to get away from them, away from him.

How could he? How could he after everything he had said in the car? Everything he had ever done before?

With eyes blinded by rage, you pushed your way to into the living room, eventually finding yourself on the edge of the dance floor. The music vibrated through your body, both calming and fueling your fury. Everyone was dancing wildly, the cups in their hands empty as the contents clearly had given them the courage to move like that. You wanted it too. The thoughtlessness. The freedom.

You stepped onto the dance floor, immediately swallowed up by the crowd as they danced around you. You closed your eyes and let the vibrations of the music course through you, your heart beating in sync with the beat as you began to dance. People bumped against you, but you didn’t mind it, just as no one else did. A girl put her arms around you for a bit and danced with you as you let her, feeling nothing but the music and the cold fire inside of you. When the girl let go of you, another pair of hands grabbed your waist. An unfamiliar guy appeared in front of you, his light dim, but you let him take hold of you as he turned you around and made you grind onto him. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. The only thing you could see was Minho talking to that other pretty girl like she was interesting and special.

You could feel the guy’s breath on your neck, but you turned your face away from him, letting the music fill you up.

A rough hand suddenly yanked at your arm. Your eyes instantly flew open as you stumbled forwards. You could hear the guy behind you say something angrily, but his words were lost under the loud music.

Minho didn’t say anything but simply looked behind you, a look on his face that would turn even the most bloodthirsty of men away. Then his eyes met yours. Contempt, hatred, anger, fury, it was the same look you wanted to give him. But you couldn’t maintain eye contact. Without saying a word, he pulled you away, pushing people aside rudely as his iron grip around your wrist forced you to follow. He opened a door and pulled you in after him.

The two of you were standing in a small bathroom that you hadn’t found earlier, which barely had enough room for the two of you to stand in. Minho locked the door and let go of your wrist.

The both of you stared at each other with hatred.

‘So you're just taking any human now?’ he asked meanly.

‘I could ask you the same,’ you retorted coldly. His eyebrows creased slightly. ‘Don’t play dumb,’ you spat. ‘The girl you were just with-’

‘Was the birthday girl who was dying to meet you and waiting for you with me,’ Minho finished your sentence. You made an incredulous noise, wanting to turn your face away from him, but he leaned over you, putting his hands against the wall on either side of your head, closing you in and forcing you to look at him. You could see him exploding, see it erupting from inside of him, the bubble that had been building up for the past few weeks had finally popped.

‘You’re such a little brat you know that?’ He growled, his jaw tightening. ‘Hanging out with that ridiculous boy, hm? He is nothing, nothing compared to what we can give you. He’ll never understand you, never satisfy you.’ Minho’s voice was low as he spoke fast, his tone dangerous as his eyes seemed to stare into your soul. ‘You’re our Goddess, ours. You belong with us. You own us,’ he panted. His eyes darted from yours and then to your lips as his face seemed to inch closer to yours. The fire inside of you was still burning bright, but its flames had changed, making you feel hot instead of cold.

‘You have no idea what you do to us, do you?’ Minho whispered between clenched teeth. The words gave you a flashback to that short moment in your room with Han. He wasn’t the only one who had said this to you.

‘Ever since it started, since we learned you’re our Goddess-’ Minho said, inhaling sharply like he was in pain, ‘You have been driving us insane,’ he whispered, shaking his head but maintaining eye contact. ‘We long for you, we want you so bad, we can barely contain ourselves,’ he spoke in a soft, pained voice. ‘It’s like we’re addicts, and nothing satisfies us like you do.’

The flames inside of your chest spread, heating you up and making your core awaken. You could feel your muscles tighten involuntarily as your mouth suddenly felt dry.

Minho took a breath, the hot air caressing your lips and you could taste his breath on your tongue.

‘Don’t I deserve your attention?’ he whispered softly, his eyes revealing his pain. ‘Do those insignificant humans deserve it more than I do? Am I not worthy of you? Wasn’t it good the last time I played with you?’ he said almost begging. All you could do was stare at him, your lips parted, tasting his words as he spoke them, the revelation nailing you to the spot. Minho’s eyes darted from yours to your lips once more and he bit his lip for a moment.

‘You drive me insane, darling,’ he whispered, his eyes somewhat lidded, and you could feel yourself clench once more. ‘I feel like I’m going crazy, please, the others can’t even help me anymore, please,’ he murmured.

He was perfect. Had always been perfect. His dark, cat-like eyes mesmerized you. His perfectly straight nose, defined lips, soft skin, and messy grey hair…

You wanted it. Needed it.

Your lips clashed with his, your arms finding their place around his neck. You kissed him deeply, hungrily, aching for him as much as he ached for you. His tongue found yours and intertwined with yours, his taste making you moan softly.

You pressed your body against his, needing him more, wanting to feel more of him. Something hard poked into your thigh and Minho growled into your lips. Your stomach seemed to do a somersault and you twisted your tongue around his while tangling your fingers in his hair. Slowly you started to grind against his erection as you kissed him, reveling in every moan he let slip.

You could feel yourself getting needier and wetter with every second, your kisses becoming messier. You withdrew your hands from his hair letting them fall down to the top of his pants and hooking your fingers around his waistband. In a split second, he suddenly grabbed one of your hands, pinning it against the wall over your head as he withdrew his lips.

‘So you are a needy little slut then,’ he hissed softly, his half-lidded eyes sparkling. You instantly knew that this was what he wanted, what he had longed for. And you were eager to give it to him in any way he wanted it. He didn’t wait for your response but pressed his body against yours, pushing your back against the wall. With his lips on your ear, ‘What did you think you were doing just now? Hm?’ he taunted playfully. ‘You want me?’ he asked, his lips caressing the shell of your ear. You nodded eagerly.

‘Reaaally?’ he teased, his other free hand finding your throat and closing softly around it, holding it, but not choking you. ‘But I thought you were having so much fun with those human boys,’ he spoke, almost spiteful. You quickly shook your head.

‘No,’ you whispered quickly, a smile on your lips. Minho kissed the spot under your ear and you sighed.

‘Then what do you want?’ he whispered.

‘I want you,’ you sighed, as he sucked on the spot on your neck that made your eyes roll back.

‘What was that?’ he teased, his lips moving over the skin on your neck as he spoke.

‘Please, Lino, I want you,’ you begged obediently, feeling yourself clench around nothing, the play making you more and more desperate for him.

‘But you’ve been such a brat lately,’ he whispered, pulling his lips from your skin and facing you with a playful grin and lustful eyes. ‘I’m not sure if you deserve it.’

‘Pleaseee,’ you moaned, pouting and batting your eyelashes, while your free hand found his waistband once more, and then moving your hand over his bulge. Minho’s eyes closed, his teeth clenching as he let out a soft breathy growl that made you go feral instantly.

‘Please Lino, I’ll be good,’ you whimpered in his ear. This time it was your turn to tease him. ‘I’ll make you feel good, make me deserve it,’ you playfully begged him, as your hand rubbed over his bulge. You could feel him straining in his pants. You could feel how he was holding back trying not to lose it. His hand slipped from your throat and his grip on your wrist loosened. Intertwining your fingers with his for a moment, you brought down his hand before letting go of it. You kissed his neck once more, both of your hands now finding the edge of his pants and picking at the buttons. They instantly gave, almost bursting under the pressure of his hard-on, tenting the fabric to its limits. Minho’s eyes opened, locking with yours for a moment as he panted. You bit your lip teasingly as a grin appeared on his face.

‘On your knees then darling,’ he commanded. All too eager to obey, you quickly went down on your knees before him. The music outside was nothing more than a numbing drone. The chatter of the people behind the locked door sounded like buzzing. Now and then a dull thump could be heard against the walls, but no one disturbed you.

He didn’t have to tell you what to do. You wanted it as badly as he did, but you waited, impatiently, his finger tugging down the band of his underwear. His dick instantly sprang free revealing his veiny length, his tip coming close to your face. Your lidded eyes felt glued to him and you licked your lips eagerly, before opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue for him. He let out a groan, biting his lip and cupping your face with one hand while taking his length in the other, fisting it a couple of times before sliding it into your open mouth.

You eagerly took him between your lips, the sweet precum staining your tongue and making your core pulse. He softly let out a long moan as you took him into your mouth as deep as you could until his tip hit the back of your throat. Surprisingly, you didn’t gag but your eyes did water slightly.

‘Fuck, look at you,’ Minho muttered as he stroked your hollowed-out cheeks. ‘You look so perfect sucking my cock,’ he groaned as your tongue caressed his length. ‘My Goddess on her knees, all for me,’ he muttered. You withdrew your head slightly and he let out a pretty little moan once more. ‘You know how to please your God,’ he breathed, as you continued sucking him off, tasting his sweetness, feeling him throb in your mouth as your eyes locked with his.

‘You’ve been acting like such a little brat all this time just ‘cause you wanted me hm?’ he groaned. You hummed in agreement, sending vibrations down his dick and making him hiss. You took him in as deep as you could, eyes watering slightly but never stopping. It didn’t take long before Minho started panting again. He grabbed your hair, pulling it out of your face as he began softly thrusting himself into rhythm with you.

‘Fuck, darling, you make me wanna bust right here, right now,’ he groaned pantingly, throwing his head back for a moment. Spurred on by his words, you started sucking harder, your tongue running over the bottom of his length as you increased the tempo. Minho swore, looking down at you with a frown as he bit his lip, trying to hold back. But you wouldn’t let him. You wanted him, wanted to taste him. Wanted to show him that you wanted him fully. His pants became faster, as his dark eyes looked at you.

‘Ah, fuck, fuck, ah, fuck, I’mma- I’mma blow, fuck, ah,’ he moaned deeply, his teeth clenched and slightly bared, as he thrust himself into you sloppily now. Tears streaked down your face, but you didn’t care. You could feel him pulsing on your tongue and quickly took him as deep as you could.

Hot spurts of liquid hit the back of your throat. Minho groaned deeply and lowly, his eyes closed as he came hard inside your mouth. You quickly gulped down the bitter load, trying not to spill any as your small mouth seemed to be overloaded.

He slowly pulled back his cock from your mouth, his lips parted as he grinned at you.

‘Show me,’ he demanded, and you opened your mouth for him again, sticking out your tongue. Minho moaned. ‘Swallowed everything like the little slut you are,’ he muttered proudly. You closed your mouth and gulped hungrily. You weren’t satisfied just yet. With painful knees, you clambered up to face him again.

‘I think my dirty little Goddess deserves a reward for that,’ he said playfully. Even though you knew it wasn’t a question, you nodded eagerly. This time it was Minho’s turn to sink down to his knees in front of you. He bent down and pulled up the skirt of your dress. You looked down at him, feeling slightly embarrassed.

‘Oh darling, your panties are soaked already, just from sucking my dick,’ he tutted disapprovingly. His finger slid over the wet fabric, pressing it against your already sensitive skin. You inhaled sharply at the sensation. ‘How about I take these off for you, you won't need them anyway,’ he whispered, kissing the inside of your thigh and making you sigh. He peeled down your panties until they fell to the ground, having you step out of them. ‘Now, let me have a taste of that eager little pussy of yours,’ he whispered. He pushed up the skirt of your dress even higher as he latched his lips around your slit. You couldn’t help but let out a soft stifled moan. You could feel his tongue darting between your lips, taking a deep, wet swipe into your hole and making you mewl.

‘Tastes so sweet,’ he breathed, the hot air of his words blowing onto your clit. His lips wrapped around your sensitive pearl and his tongue flicked over it as he sucked softly. Instantly your knees almost buckled and you had to lean back against the wall to prevent yourself from falling over. The pleasure of it hitting you hard and you let out a gasp once more.

Continuing the stimulation on your wanting clit, Minho’s fingers moved to your pussy. Softly he massaged the skin next to your slit, the movement causing your slit to open. You mewled as the cold air hit your exposed and dripping hole. One of Minho’s fingers moved over your hole, massaging it softly too, but not entering you just yet.

You could already feel the pressure in your core building up, knowing you wouldn’t last long either before you’d come undone. His finger slowly slipped into you, deeper and deeper as he pressed into your most sensitive spots. You instantly became a moaning mess, the one finger left you wanting more. You could feel him stopping at his knuckle, arching his finger, and pressing into your g-spot before slowly starting to fingerfuck you.

Within a minute you were on the edge of your orgasm. Cleary, Minho could feel it too, as his finger fucked you faster, going as deep as he could and angling it so he would brush over your g-spot every time. He sucked harder on your clit, his tongue pressing against it as it circled endlessly over it.

The moment Minho inserted a second finger into you, stretching your hole, you came undone. You quickly clapped your hand over your mouth, just in time to stifle the moans, holding them back as best as you could, as you came completely undone.

Minho let you ride out your orgasm on his face and fingers until the last of the waves subsided and he withdrew his lips from your skin. He got up from his knees, wrapping one arm around you and using the other one to wipe his mouth on his sleeve. He kissed you deeply before pulling away from you to remove his shirt and tossing it away, leaving him in just his underpants. You could feel the heat radiating off his muscle-toned body.

Even through your hazy view of him, you could see his devilish grin.

‘You don’t think I’m done with you yet, do you?’ he whispered. You blinked your eyes, trying to get him in focus again as your sensitive walls still fluttered in the after waves. He pressed you against him and once more you felt something hard poking you just below your navel. Your eyes instantly flew open as you looked at him in surprise. ‘I’m not sure my brat taming is done here,’ he said suggestively. ‘How will I know you won’t act up again?’ he asked. You knew what his question really meant and you knew your answer would determine what he’d do next.

You were tired, your mind still hazy and your pussy still sensitive from your orgasm. But you weren’t done yet either.

‘You won’t,’ you answered challenginglly. Minho grinned at you for a moment, his eyes sparkling with lust before suddenly swiveling you around, pressing you against him and grabbing your throat once more, his hand closing around it without any pressure, just like the first time.

‘Haven’t had enough hm?’ He whispered eagerly. ‘Guess I gotta show you once again how only your Gods can satisfy you. How about I ruin you so good, you won’t even be able to think about those humans anymore?’ he asked, his free hand squeezing your breast through your dress for a moment before sliding down and brushing over your still sensitive clit. You gasped, opening your eyes and spotting yourself in a mirror you hadn’t noticed before. You could see Minho standing behind you, his face painted with lust as he relished in his play.

‘Want it,’ you breathed mindlessly, seeing his beautiful appearance in the mirror gazing back at you eagerly.

‘Yeah, you want it darling? Want me to fuck you? Want your God to fill you up?’ he teased, as you could feel him slipping off his underwear and lining himself up with your hole.

‘Yes,’ you breathed, trying to press your hips back onto his cock, but he pulled back while tutting.

‘Say it. I wanna hear you say it,’ he whispered in your ear.

‘Please Lino, fill me up, fuck me, please,’ you whined desperately.

‘Such a good little brat,’ he growled into your ear. Then you felt a pressure at your entrance. Instantly you tilted your hips, pushing them backward to give him better access. Slowly you felt him slide into you, stretching you ever so slightly, making you feel so good. He let out a long moan until he finally bottomed out inside of you, filling you up completely and making your eyes roll back into your head.

‘Fuck, such a tight little cunt for such a dirty little slut,’ he growled. He started withdrawing himself, making you bite your lips to hold back a moan.

‘Don’t,’ He spoke, and your eyes opened slightly, seeing his reflection, looking at you in the mirror. ‘Let me hear you,’ he breathed, stilling inside of you for a second.

‘They’ll hear,’ you whispered, your eyes darting to the door. Minho grinned.

‘Let them. Let them hear you. Let them know you belong with me,’ he spoke. Your heart did a somersault as his eyes locked with yours for a moment. Your pussy walls fluttered and Minho hissed, suddenly thrusting into you deeply. Instantly you let out an unfiltered loud moan as your eyes turned back into your skull.

‘Fuck darling, that’s it, let them hear it. Let them know where you belong. My Goddess, my dirty little Goddess,’ Minho growled as he roughly fucked into you. Heaven, bliss, and fireworks filled your body. His cock hit you in all the right spots as your oversensitive pussy took him in. An endless stream of loud moans left your lips, just as an endless stream of swears left his. Neither of you caring if anyone outside were to hear it.

‘Fuck, your pussy is so fucking tight, milking me so hard,’ Minho panted. ‘Feels so good.’ He continued his rough pace, his hips snapping against yours, creating lewd wet sounds that bounced off the walls. ‘You hear that, hear how wet you are for me darling?’ he growled. ‘Wanted me so bad, didn’t you? So naughty, even a perfect Goddess like you, acting like a little slut for me. You belong with us don’t you darling?’

‘Yes, Lino, yes,’ you cried out, feeling the veins on his cock pulsing inside of you as he fucked you relentlessly.

Without warning he suddenly turned you around and grabbed you by the back of your legs, lifting your feet off the floor like you weighed nothing. You wrapped your legs around him as he kept fucking himself into you as fast as he could while holding you up. This new angle made him thrust even deeper into you, his cock reaching the deepest parts of you and making you unable to hold back. You screamed with pleasure, the knot in your stomach tightening once more as he filled you up completely.

‘That’s it, that’s it, honey. Scream, let them hear it. You belong with us,’ Minho panted, fucking you deeply as squelching sounds filled the room. ‘We’ll take care of you. Make you feel good. You’re our Goddess. Ours,’

‘Yours!’ you moaned, your mind completely fucked out now.

‘And I’m yours, fuck. Fuck! I’mma-I’mma cum,’ he grunted, switching to a pace that seemed to be inhuman. You screamed with pleasure.

‘Fill me up Lino, I want it, please,’ you begged him, desperate now for your own release as well.

‘Fuck, ah y/n, fuck, you’re so fucking tight, fuck darling, I’mma cum, I’m-’ he growled, unable to finish his sentence. You could feel him pulsing inside of you. He brought you down on his dick one last time, completely bottoming out as he came hard, biting into your neck to stifle his own scream while his cum painted the deepest parts of you. Between the feeling of his load filling you up and the bite on your neck, you fell over the edge as well. You cried out his name as your second orgasm washed over you, much more intense than the first one. Your pussy seemed to milk him for all it was worth, spasming around his pulsing cock.

As both of your orgasms subsided he let you down, his cock still buried deep inside of you, however, cum started to leak out a bit.

He wrapped his arms around you tighter, pulling your still-shaking body against his hot sweaty chest as his pants turned back into normal breaths. You could finally feel his dick getting softer inside of you, causing more cum to leak out of you and onto the bathroom floor, but you didn’t care. You felt safe. Warm. Happy. You were sure you could feel your inner Goddess was satisfied and at peace. You buried your face in his neck, his warm, partially sweaty scent welcoming you. You belong with him. With all of them. And they belonged to you.

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Lee Know at airport today [240427]

#stray kids #han jisung #kpop #han #lee know #minsung #leeminho #jisung #lee minho #leeknow

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„like a volcano, love at a temperature that would melt if touched…“

#straykids #hanjisung #han #leeknow #leeminho #skz #volcano by han jisung #minsung #leeknow x han

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Lost in Fantasy [LMH]

Word Count: 2.6k

Genre: fluff, slight angst

Warnings: afab!reader, switches between Minho and readers POV, slight insecurity if you squint, reader has a tendency to run off to the Han river and let her thoughts roam free, slight mention of negative overthinking, Minho worries lots for readers safety

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A girl lost in a fantasy, constantly.

That’s how Lee Minho would describe you. You always had some absurd thought, something usually along the lines of: “fishes think they fly in the sea because they can’t see water like how we can’t see air,” or “the universe is just too big for there not to be any other forms of life and we just haven’t discovered them because they think humans are a destructive species."

You had a talent for getting completely off track mid conversation and sometimes you’d hyperfocus on some tiny detail, fully tuning out the rest of the world from your senses.

You were ditzy, maybe a little insane, but overall really cute.

At least to Minho you were.

You’d only been friends for a couple years, but you were really open and trusting. Minho’s favorite part of talking with you was always just sitting there and listening to you talk. You had a pretty voice that sounded like tinkling bells and you would never run out of things to talk about, yet it never mattered how much you talked, Minho would always hang on to every word.

There was one day you went on about soulmates and all these theories you found online, ideas you conjured yourself, and you had gone on and on about it while grabbing coffee with the dancer. It was a familiar setting that both of you constantly frequented, you and your endless imagination and Minho, admiring you and your overactive imagination.

Minho wished he was your soulmate, and believed that just maybe, in a different universe he might’ve been.

Minho didn’t know when it happened, but he knew he was in deep for you. The way your leg would never stop bouncing in bursts of energy (he could never get you to stop, but it didn’t annoy him terribly), your sweet tooth for anything and everything (he always tried to keep you away from too much sugar, but he was no match for your convincing tactics), and of course your constant imaginative state.

Minho could confidently say that he was used to almost all of your antics and energy, almost.

Something Minho would never get used to was your tendency to just up and disappear for short periods at a time, just a couple of hours every couple days or so. You explained it as just needing to be open, allowing yourself to indulge in your brain so you wouldn’t get restless. You had called it a quick “getaway” one day.

When you and Minho had moved in together during university, he would sometimes find you in the darkness of the living room with a faraway look in your eyes, staring at the TV that wasn’t even on. Sometimes, he wouldn’t even find you at all. He would wake up to a sticky note on the fridge or his bedroom door with a scribbled note from you, usually entailing “out for a bit, be back later.”

With how much Minho cared for you, he couldn’t help but get worried. And it didn’t help that you were never attentive to your phone during these periods. Minho would send a message just for it to go unseen and a call that would ring until he was sent to voicemail. And the worst part? Minho had no idea where you were. Of course, you were your own person and a grown woman, but that didn’t stop Minho from worrying about you. Minho wanted to do nothing but keep you in his life and made sure you stayed happy while protecting you.

But he could only do so as a friend, because if that was what made you happy, then that’s what Minho would do.

You’d never hinted at wanting anything more than you had with Minho, and Minho never wanted to make you uncomfortable, so he learned to be content with what he was with you now. Except, Minho would always want to be a little selfish and want to keep you for himself.

If Minho had to describe himself, he would say selfish. And maybe a tiny bit foolish.

. . .

You were an overthinker, to a T. It was in your DNA, running through your blood.

It wasn’t always the bad type of overthinking, although that did happen on more than a couple occasions. It was more so just an overactive imagination, something you couldn’t turn off. If you tried to focus on something for too long that didn’t immediately interest you, you would get antsy, itchy, uncomfortable, and eventually you’d get sidetracked anyway.

You’d learned to live with it, with some struggle along the way. With a minimal focus window, sometimes it was hard to get things done, but you’d done pretty well so far. Your mind was like a kid in a candy store without its parents, fascinated by everything and never staying in one place.

You loved to feel, emotionally and physically. Sometimes it got too much where you’d feel overstimulated, but most of the time it just wasn’t enough. That was what spurred on the “getaway’s.”

You had a favorite spot right of the Han river, where it wasn’t too populated but had just enough people around for you to feel safe, and just feel. There, you could hear the rush of the water, the chatter of some students off to your right, and the excited squeals of some children to your left. The breeze would comb through your hair, the trees would sigh, and you would just be content to let your mind roam free. There were no walls to stop you, no obligations, just you and your thoughts together.

You felt a little more guilty on your getaway today more than usual however, the reason being that you had left your best friend quite abruptly today.

Could you blame you though? He had shown up from teaching a class with a sheen of sweat that made him far too attractive for a sweaty male, and in a stupid muscle tee with his stupidly buff arms out on display for the world to see that made him that much more stupidly attractive.

He’d come up to greet you and you had stopped your wandering thoughts from going a different route by shooting up out of your seat, abandoning your coffee at the table and rushing out the door as soon as possible. But not without kissing his cheek on the way out (which you never did on the regular) while letting him know you were going out on a getaway.

In a couple seconds you were gone before he could even process you were there, before you had just left him with a kiss on his cheek out of nowhere.

You were horrified.

What would Minho think of you? Had you crossed a line?

Of course you had crossed a line, Minho had never been a touchy person in your four years of friendship. You could probably count the amount of time’s you’d hugged him on one hand.

Would he even want to be your friend anymore?

No, bad thought train.

You cringed, stopping yourself from going further down that route and instead forcing your focus onto another subject.

Okay, well, not another subject, it was still Minho. But it was specifically Minho and what it would be like with him.

How did he kiss? How did he love? Would he hug you more often? Does Minho cuddle?

Your best friend had taken up more than a healthy amount of your thoughts recently, so much so that you found yourself losing your train of thoughts to him more often than not, and it would get worse whenever he was around.

You couldn’t control yourself when you were around him, like some weirdo, which made it even worse because he was your friend. Someone who had offered to live with you when you didn’t want to live with strangers in a small dorm at your university, and also not wanting to live with a complete stranger outside of campus either.

Minho was someone who would tolerate you being up at ungodly hours, staring off into space without a thought to share but he would still sit there and keep you company for as long as you needed.

Minho was someone who never got angry or irritated at your rambling, always listening intently and never being weirded out by it, even if sometimes he would just give you a “does your mind ever calm down?” comment, he would still listen with all ears on you. It was only right, after all, with someone as nice and understanding Minho was, for you to end up liking him.

But Minho was Minho, tall, handsome, talented Minho who has never been seen in a serious relationship, what made you think that you could be the exception to that?

You sigh in disappointment, before your eyes focus again and realize that the sky was much darker than the last you saw it, and you realized you had probably spent a lot more time at the river than you had initially planned. Quickly gathering your things, you rush back to your car and start the 20 minute drive back to your shared apartment with your phone laid forgotten on the passenger seat next to you.

. . .

Minho was worried.

You had left in a rush earlier without so much as a couple words to him, and it had been more than just a couple hours at this point. The sun had set and you were still nowhere to be found. Usually you were pretty good at remembering to send Minho a message when you were on your way home from somewhere, but his phone was barren of any messages for you, and he was beginning to really worry.

He had already texted Chan and Changbin, asking if they’d heard anything from you. They replied they hadn’t heard or received anything, and to let them know if Minho would need help looking for you. He thanked them and promised he would before putting his phone down, thinking about if he should stay and wait or go out and look for you.

But where would he even go?

Minho was really worried at this point. The iced americano he was nursing in his hands had gone watery and room temperature between his sweaty palms.

You were a grown woman, you can handle yourself just fine. Minho repeated to himself.

After just a couple more minutes of waiting for your arrival, Minho grew restless and stood up to grab his keys until he heard the familiar beep of the front door code, and the telltale soft footsteps of your feet on the floor until he came to see your face, a timid smile gracing your lips.

Minho had never been more relieved than in that moment.

. . .

You had no intention of worrying him more than you had to. You had honestly just lost track of the time and didn’t realize how late it had gotten. But you had clearly startled him with how long you were gone if his expression was anything to go by.

You stood frozen in the entrance to the dining room, a couple of feet parallel from the seat Minho had just been occupying. It looked as if he was ready to leave, his hands reaching for the keys in the wooden bowl located in the middle of the table.

“Min?” You call out in the tense silence.

“You’re okay.” He practically sighs out, his chest and shoulders dropping and relaxing at your words.

“Of course I’m okay,” You chuckle a little. “I did say I would be home by tonight, didn’t I?”

Before you knew it, Minho was across the room and embracing you, tightly, like you could dissipate right in his hold, like he was anchoring himself and reassuring himself that you were real.

“Min?” You call out once again. This was new… and weird. You thought.

“I was so worried. I thought something had happened, I even called Chan hyung and Changbin to see if they heard anything from you or if they knew where you were. You worried me, y’know? Earlier you seemed so shaken up and one second you were there and the next moment you were out the door without much explanation and then I knew you always forget to check your phone whenever you’re out so you wouldn’t answer my messages or calls and I just-“

You hadn’t realized what you’d done until you felt his lips on yours. The moment yours made contact with his, it was like you had been doused with a bucket of ice water and you realized the true gravity of the situation you’d put yourself in.

The kiss (if you could even call it that) didn’t last more than half a second and you had broken away, ready to apologize profusely when Minho had suddenly pulled you in for more.

You were shocked at first, but as you quickly realized that Minho had meant to do this intentionally allowed you to just feel, just how you liked.

Kissing Minho was both exactly how you pictured, and completely different. His lips were soft, but he had a confidence that he carried that translated through the way he controlled the kiss, a perfect balance of push and pull. While you weren’t expecting fireworks, you couldn’t help but take notice how right it all felt.

You were the one to break apart from the kiss, needing air to breathe and space to think, because you clearly couldn’t when Minho was on you like that.

You place two flat hands on his chest, not pushing him away but creating enough space to look up at his face, fronts still lightly pressed together.

“Wait-“ You inhale deeply, still trying to catch your breath.

Minho is suddenly letting his arms go loose from around you, disconnecting himself from you and stepping back, almost defensively.

But your hands work faster than your brain and you’re holding his forearms before he can completely disconnect himself from you, depraving you of his warmth.

“I’m sorry I- did I read you wrong? If I did I’m so sorry I just-“ He tries to blurt out.

You shake your head aggressively, assuring him that no, he didn’t do anything wrong. “No you didn’t I just- I wasn’t expecting it? You know I just completely forced myself on you and that’s so not cool of me I just-“

“No no no, you didn’t force yourself on me I… I wanted that.” He says affirmatively, and even though there’s no waver in the way he looks at you, but you still can’t wrap your head around the situation.

“You… wanted that? Like you liked it?”

He nods.

“But… why?” You ask dumbly, still not understanding.

“Because I’m in love with you?” He doesn’t say it like he’s unsure, but as if its the most obvious thing in the world, like anyone could see it from miles away.

“You’re in love with me?” You ask. “You, like me?”

By now, Minho is no longer scared and is instead amused by your confusion, nodding at your question and further explaining, “Yes, for a long time now... Did you never notice? You have me wrapped around your finger darling.” He smiles.

You shake your head at his words, truly oblivious. “But… why?”

“You have a lot of questions about this don’t you?” He asks, jokingly.

“When do I not have a lot of questions?” You shoot back.

“You’re right.” He smiles down at you, gaze drifting down across all your features, a glint of admiration in his eyes that you’ve never caught before from this close. “But I have all night to tell you what I love about you, for now, I just want to kiss your pretty face.”

You blush at the forward comment, always characteristic of Lee Minho.

Your Lee Minho.

Maybe you were just a girl with her head in the clouds, but this time, your imaginative dreams were not far from your fantasies.

Notes from Nyx:

missed me? hehehe^^

writers block has been a battle guys, a war more like. but we’re fighting!! and winning!! i think?? ive been writing lots more recently despite the exams and ive been feeling really good about it^^ so hopefully you can expect a little more from me in the near future!

i would like to that that this is a rewritten version of a previously posted minho fic of mine from ages ago before i decided to rebrand and revamp everything, so if by chance you have seen that one before please dont worry!! it was still me i just thought that my writing now fits much more than what i had written before :))

anyways, fics may be few and far between for now but slowly ill get some more projects out soon! and also look out for a new layout, im thinking its about time for a new look ;)

‘till next time!

nyxie 💫

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