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therhythmafterthesummer · 10 months

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The Taste of Love (M) ~Lee Know

Pairing: Vampire!Minho x Human!F.Reader Themes: Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Some Fluff | Mediaeval Setting Word Count: ~3k | AO3 Synopsis: Every handful of centuries, Minho found himself someone that was willing to let him feed off of them. It usually wasn’t planned, it sort of just happened. This time, that person was you, the baker that had just moved into town. He wanted nothing more than to have a taste of you, in more ways than one. Warnings: Minho’s POV · blood (duh) · vampire shenanigans (good ol’ blood sucking) · reader is implied to be chubby, but there’s not that much focus on it · possibly inaccurate mediaeval terminology · graphic depictions of intercourse (smut warnings under the cut).

Author’s Note: will i ever get tired of vampire!minho? no, i won’t. this is all just some monsterfuckery, as usual. don’t look at me 🫣 special thanks to @comet-falls for reading this before anyone else and letting me know it didn’t suck💜

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.

Smut Warnings: implied/referenced sexual acts · some sort of bloodplay, but this is a vampire fic, what did you expect? · explicit oral (F.Rec)

Disclaimer: the story represented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

Ever since Minho was turned, he’d had trouble dealing with his feedings.

For long periods of time, he’d settled on a vegetarian diet, hunting deer, or moose, or any possible animal he could find in the woods. Every couple of centuries, though, he’d be lucky enough to find someone fucked up in the head enough to let him feed off of them. It was something he tended to avoid, because he’d inevitably grow attached, and getting attached to someone that aged and eventually died was something that took an immense toll on the tiny bit of humanity that was left in him.

Sometimes, though, it was unavoidable. Or, at least, it felt like it to him.

The first time you crossed his path was during the very early morning, way before the sun rose in the horizon. Minho had just fed, he’d had so much the poor cow didn’t even make it. He was seemingly satisfied enough to go on for a few days without any more of his crimson sustenance, but the second you walked past him, his mouth went dry.

What an intoxicating scent, you had… Enough to cloud his reason completely, enough to make him turn around and walk after you–discreetly, of course. If years and years living in hiding had taught him anything, it was the art of discretion.

Minho knew it was wrong. That what he was doing was beyond creepy and immoral, but he needed to know who you were, he just did. So he followed you until you made it to a building, a new bakery that had settled in town just last week.

Soon after, the smell of baked goods started to emanate from the building’s chimney. It was pleasant, but nothing compared to the smell of you.

Minho left the place shortly after that, right before the sun started to show his head in the sky, and, as he walked the familiar paths to his manor in the outskirts of the town, he figured it was time for him to open himself up again. Now, it was just a matter of courting you, in hopes that you’d give him the time of day.

Trying to get someone’s attention while being a creature of the night wasn’t exactly easy. That was something Minho quickly came to find out after he turned. Which was why, the only times he was able to see you was either in the early morning when you went to your bakery and started preparing your goods, or in the late evening when you finally closed shop and made your way home.

The first time he tried to approach you, a friend of yours suddenly came out of nowhere, and Minho, admittedly, felt a bit shy, so he decided to try some other time. He’d lived for centuries, he was stronger, more dexterous than any human, and somehow he still felt uncomfortable around strangers sometimes. He often called this curse of introversion the remnants of his humanity.

He continued to try, though. He was persistent, but each attempt always failed. To this day, he found it both amusing and mortifying that the evening he finally got to meet you, to actually speak to you, was also the one he made a fool of himself. What was all vampiric dexterity worth for if he was still able to trip over his feet and fall face first to the ground?

Thankfully for him, you had quite the sense of humour, and his mishap simply made you laugh and offer your hand to help him to his feet. Your reaction made it so Minho didn’t feel half as embarrassed as he usually would, so it was easy for him to recover and start chatting you up.

After getting acquainted with you, Minho reached the same dilemma he always had in situations like these… He wanted you. Not only that delicious nectar that flowed through your veins, but also everything that laid under your clothes, and, most of all, your company.

He knew he had to reveal his true self to you, and if you wanted him back, vampirism and all, it’d all be smooth and dandy. However, if you didn’t, he’d have to make a choice… Respect your decision and leave you alone forever, or do as many of his peers did, to give into his instincts, drink you up, erase your memory, and carry on with his life as if nothing had happened.

When he had been recently turned, Minho didn’t even entertain the possibility of taking someone’s blood without their consent, but, after having lived as long as he had, morality was a concept that seemed to shift and drift into a muddier construct. He’d always thought that, if he ever did something like that, then that’d be the moment he’d known that tiny bit of humanity in him had left him completely.

Luckily, when he did gather the courage to tell you the truth, even if you had been a bit shaken at first, you clearly liked him enough not to care about it. If anything, you were immensely curious about it all. ‘How old are you then?’, ‘Were things as bad back then as they said?’, ‘Did it hurt?’, ‘Does it hurt now?’

Minho answered any and every question you had for him, as honestly as he could–although, ometimes, he believed that if he was too honest or too straightforward he’d scare you off. ‘I’m really old’, ‘They were even worse’, ‘It did hurt. A lot…’, ‘It does not hurt as much anymore. Only when I am hit by sunlight or when I have not fed in a long time…’

When you inquired about his feedings, he simply told you of his vegetarian diet. He didn’t want to go too deep into it. You didn’t need to know which animals he drank from, nor how his vegetarian diet made it so he had to feed at least once a week, as opposed to how human blood would keep him satisfied for a whole month.

He decided not to ask you to let him feed off of you just yet… Just like it happened when he wanted to tell you about his vampirism, he was also apprehensive of asking you to become his main source of sustenance.

After all, to Minho, not only did it feel like a major commitment, but, also, you could very well push him away due to the proposition, and he honestly wouldn’t blame you if you did. Although, losing you now was something he couldn’t afford. He was too used to walking you to your bakery in the very early morning, to spending evenings talking with you…

Regardless of his very obvious attraction, he genuinely enjoyed your company, and this was probably the most understood he’d felt after a long, long time. And also, to him, it felt like you were enjoying his company, too.

The first time Minho kissed you, it had been a spur of the moment thing. He was notorious for overthinking these things, for wanting the situation to be absolutely perfect, but you just smelt so good, and you looked so cute, and your heart was beating so fast in your chest there was no way he could’ve stopped the words from coming out of his mouth.

‘I really want to kiss you…’

Lame, basic, completely void of flourish or romanticism… But your heartbeat still quickened, he could hear your blood rushing through your veins, all the way to the utmost sensitive areas of your body. For a brief moment, he wished you could feel that reaction in him, too. He was certainly feeling it–or, at least, something akin to it, even when his body had long since been incapable of showing it.

‘Are you sure? I am no longer chaste…’

How ludicrous. As if something as trivial as that mattered to him. He’d lived for so long, he’d realised chastity was on its own a ridiculous concept. Almost no one was chaste after reaching a certain age, either because of the thoughts in their heads or the actual physical implications of the fact. Which was exactly what he told you.

If Minho’d had a working heart, he was sure it would’ve leaped out of his chest the second you pulled him to you for a kiss.

Your lips were soft, warm, they had a faint taste of strawberry–surely from one of your jam-filled pastries–and an undeniable taste of you. As he kissed you, as he held you close to him by the waist, Minho realised he was cursed now.

There was no way he wouldn’t be bound to you after this, after savouring the feeling of your warmth against his body, of your soft flesh under his hands… Things escalated further than he had ever expected that night, but he wasn’t going to complain, not when the sight of you, vulnerable, completely bare on his bed, was everything he could’ve ever dreamt of.

Minho knew then that he was ready to spend the next handful of decades with you, for as long as your mortal life lasted, or for as long as you wanted him to.

The first time you brought up the topic of feeding to him, Minho almost didn’t believe his ears.

‘Have you ever thought of feeding off of me, my love? Of drinking me up?’

It was not only the two questions themselves, but also the way you’d asked them, and your overall body language as you did, that made him think he was delirious. You didn’t sound scared, nor disgusted. If anything, there was a lingering curiosity in your tone, and, most importantly, a dangerous tint of sultriness, maybe even arousal, that hung to your every word.

‘Of course I have, my dear. More times than I could ever count…’

Minho had no reservations when he answered your queries. How could he, when you had shown him nothing but acceptance and love throughout these past handful of months? When you seemed to have absolutely no qualms when it came to his monstrous ways?

‘Would you like to do it?’

If he had the ability to, he was sure he would’ve fainted right then and there.

Of course he would like to do it. Scratch that, he would love to do it. There was barely anything he wanted more than to taste the scarlet liquid running through your veins, to have the undeniable taste of your humanity on his tongue.

What was seemingly an innocent walk along the stream in the forest had just turned into, quite possibly, one of the most satisfying feeds he’d had in centuries.

Minho sat on the ground, under one of the many trees that seemed to provide you two with an odd sense of privacy. Odd, because you were pretty much still in an open space.

Interestingly enough, even when Minho was a monster, he was still just as part of nature as you were, and, that night, all that booming life surrounding you in the forest simply protected you both; it let nature take its course.

With you straddling his lap, with one of his hands on the small of your back, and the other on the side of your neck, Minho pressed his lips to your pulse point, almost salivating at the minute thumps of your heart against his skin. You shivered in his hold, keeping your hands on his shoulders to maintain your posture.

“Do not make any sudden movements, darling. I do not want to hurt you…” He mumbled against the fragile skin, humming in satisfaction once you nodded. “If it becomes too much, say it. Or squeeze me if talking is too difficult, alright?”

You hummed, nodding again. Minho seriously hoped he’d be able to stop if you showed any signs of discomfort. He hadn’t had human blood in so long he wasn’t really sure how he’d react. Killing you was a very real possibility, he’d told you already, but you still wanted to go through with this. Being honest, he was just a weak man, incapable of passing up the opportunity when it was so boldly presented to him, even when it could possibly take your life.

So he delayed no further. He located the safest area he could on your neck, one where not too many important veins resided, and after a couple of tentative licks on your skin, his fangs enlarged. He lightly dragged them over your throat, letting you feel not only their presence, but also their sharpness.

“Take a deep breath. Do not move too much”, his voice was barely a whisper, but he knew you heard him clear as day.

As soon as you took that deep breath he’d asked you for, his teeth sank on your flesh, piercing the skin like it was a knife cutting room temperature butter. You didn’t move, but the moan that came out of your mouth was more than indication enough that you’d felt it all.

When your taste flooded his mouth, Minho couldn’t help but moan as well. It was all so much better than he had imagined. His whole body trembled, he felt as if he was burning up from the inside out in the best way possible, and he just closed his eyes to enjoy the taste of you.

What an absolutely delectable taste… So much so he had to remind himself to stop before it was too late. He was sure he had drank a bit too much for comfort, but you didn’t protest, you didn’t move one centimetre out of place, you just let him take as much as his heart desired, either because you trusted him that much, or because you had your own personal gains from this exchange–after all, no one just simply offered themselves to a vampire unless they had their own carnal reasons for it.

After soothing the pair of puncture wounds with his tongue, Minho finally pulled away from your neck to look you in the eyes. What he found was your blown pupils, your lips slightly parted as you took in ragged breaths, and even though his fangs were still very much at their full length, you immediately cupped his cheeks and pulled him in for a heated kiss.

It was messy, desperate, he was sure there was still some of your blood on his mouth that was now smearing all over yours, and he had to be careful not to hurt you with his teeth, but you didn’t seem to mind or care at all. You just kissed him like you needed him to breathe, and he let you indulge, mostly because he himself wanted nothing more than to have you as close as he possibly could.

Minho was constantly grateful that you’d crossed his path all those months ago, that you decided to move to this specific town in the first place. Not only did you let him drink your blood, but you also brought an irreplaceable spark to his lacklustre immortal life.

He tried not to think too much of the future, of the moment you’d inevitably pass away. There was no point in grieving this far ahead, he needed to remind himself that, yes, it would happen, but there were hopefully still many years before it did.

Enjoying the present was of the utmost importance. Especially when the present was you on his bed, with your legs over his shoulders and his mouth attached to your plump, warm centre.

All the sighs, and moans, and deep breaths, always reminded him you were here, you were his, and that you trusted him. You trusted him enough to bare yourself to him, to move in with him to his previously lonely manor in the outskirts of town, and to let him feed once a month from any area of your body he wanted to.

Feeding off of a human’s neck was usually the most traditional way, but when Minho found a suitable partner, he always liked to get creative. He’d admit there were spots he usually preferred, that he enjoyed much, much more than the neck. The softer the area was, the better. It was always much tastier, especially so once pleasure was coursing through his partner’s veins.

Thankfully for him, you had plenty of those softer, squishier areas, and you also had no reservations when he wanted to sink his teeth in them. He was trying his best not to get ahead of himself. Getting his fangs to their full length when he had his mouth between your legs was incredibly inconvenient, he genuinely didn’t want to hurt you, and he was certain that the sharp tip of his teeth would damage such a sensitive area of your body.

With a hand on your belly, and the other on your thigh, Minho let himself enjoy the taste of your arousal on his tongue. Your grip on his hair was tight, but you made no move to push him away; if anything, you were pulling him further into you, as much as he could be, keeping him there for as long as he’d let you.

Licking his way up to your clit, he sucked the sensitive nub into his mouth, parting his lips enough to flick it with his tongue. The moan of his name that spilled from your lips made his head spin. Your legs trembled with his motions, especially so when he finally brought his hand from your thigh close to your core to spread your juices with two of his digits.

Minho teased you for a bit, dipping just the tip of his fingers into you only to remove them a second after, increasing the pressure and pace of his tongue. At least, he tried to tease you… It was hard to do so when you begged so sweetly from him. Never in his long life had he enjoyed the sound of the word ‘Please’ coming out of someone else’s mouth as much as he did now, even more so when you called him your love, your darling, your heart.

My, my, my… Every time you addressed him as such he couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit human again. If he had a working heart, he was sure he’d feel it swell in his chest. Yours, yours, yours… He was yours. For as long as you lived, he’d be yours.

When Minho finally stuffed those two digits within your warmth, the sight of your head falling back against the pillows was enough to let him know it was time. He was thirsty, and he was ready to give in to his primal needs.

He removed his mouth from your skin, but he kept massaging that sweet spot within your walls that had your toes curling with need. “Going to do it now, my love. Hm?”

You nodded. “Please, darling…”

Minho hummed, giving your clit one more affectionate kiss before he replaced his mouth with his thumb. If he could die, you’d be the death of him for sure.

He kept rubbing precise circles on the apex of your thighs, dragging his fingers within your clamping walls. At least, as precisely as he could while he attached his mouth to your soft tummy. Already, his fangs made an appearance, it didn’t take much for them to whenever he knew he was about to puncture your skin. It was second nature at this point.

Sometimes, Minho liked to start with your belly. Yes, start. He’d developed a bit more self control since he started to feed off of you, so he used that to his advantage, to feed off of as many parts of your body as he could.

When his teeth sunk on your flesh, you exhaled a shaky breath. Oh, how sweet you tasted whenever his fingers were on you like this. He could not only smell your arousal, but also taste it on his tongue when he started to drink you up. It was intoxicating, fulfilling, it was absolutely everything to him.

Before he could get carried away, Minho pulled away from your tummy, swiftly reattaching his lips to one of your thighs instead. He repeated the motions, puncturing your skin, drinking your essence, soothing the wounds with his tongue only to move along to the next area.

By the time he was full, you were trembling, whining, begging for your release. So he cleaned the remnants of your blood with the back of his hand before his lips found their way between your legs once again. Minho tried his best to will his fangs to decrease in size, at least enough for his own comfort. At this point, he was absolutely sure you wouldn’t mind, if anything, it’d probably turn you own, but he still wanted to be careful.

As soon as he started to suck on your swollen nub, as soon as the pace of his fingers increased, unintelligible noises of pleasure fell from your mouth. It didn’t take long for you to finally find your release, swearing and saying his name time and time again. Minho loved to feel your warmth around his fingers, especially as it spasmed with the aftershocks of your orgasm. Somehow, it always made him feel even fuller than when he fed.

When he was sure you’d enjoyed as much of your pleasure as you could, he finally removed his fingers, and he simply kissed his way up your body, until his lips finally found yours. You sighed, a content sigh that had him feeling tingly all over, just as you hugged him close to you and pressed tired kisses on his lips.

“Feeling fine, my dear?” Minho mumbled between kisses, relishing the fast pace of your heart against his chest.

“Mm… Just a bit lightheaded”, you mumbled back, dragging your fingers through his hair, making him shiver.

After a few minutes of kissing, of reassuring words against the other’s skin, Minho pulled himself away from your tight hug so he could fetch you some food. It was important for you to replenish your body, the healthier you were, the more he’d be able to feed, but most importantly, the longer you’d live.

As he fed you your meal, as he engaged in conversation with you, Minho reminded himself once again how important it was to live in the present, to not worry about the impending future of your relationship. You were on his bed, laughing, smiling, joking about how he’d almost made you a colander tonight, telling him story after story of odd encounters you had with your customers, and, for now, that was more than enough for him.

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yongblock · 1 year

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pc wallpapers all by me! 😁

none of the images used r mine

#wallpaper #lockscreen #pc wallpaper #aesthetic #collage #colorful #cute #anime #felix #skz #pink #one piece #fondos de pantalla

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wendysfantasies · 3 months

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you wanna lick his abs

warning:smut,oral sex, rated M,+18

after a day working overtime, i was back to home in 1 am. while i going to the bedroom i heard the voices from the kitchen and when i turn on the light i saw my boyfriend with black tshirt and short in there. oh right, he was in home today...

-i didn't scare you, did i?

"oh, nope chris." i said. he came and said "let's sleep, you're so tired today." and we went to the bedroom. he went to the bed, i take off my clothes, wore my black sport bra with short and went to the bed. after 10 minutes he started to sleep but i was can't sleeping, i was boring. i pull up his tshirt and i saw his sixpack, i felt i swallowed and it made me horny. i leaned to his ear:

-i wanna lick his abs.

he can't completed his words "oh, what did you say bae-" because i sticked to his abs and started to lick them. it seduced him very bad and his dick got wet. while i going down with my tongue i took down his short and boxer and i put his dick into my mouth. his moans made me more horny, he had a seductively voice. while i sucking his dick i took off his clothes completely. when i took my mouth out of his dick, he held my arms and pulled me to himself:

-can i take the control?

i nodded my head with a "mhm", then he take of my clothes with his fucking veiny hands. he take me to his lap and went inside me that i moaned so hard. he take my hands, places to his abs and and commanded: "jump it."

god, his commands are make my libido nirvana...

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crisscreen · 5 months

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ִ ۫ ⭒ ✿𝆬 Hyunjin (SKZ) Lockscreens

Curta & Reblogue ♡

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felixhyunnie · 1 month

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Made monochrome stray kids desktop wallpaper 🖤

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yanahwang · 7 months

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🖤 🐈‍⬛ 🐾

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*･῾ ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦🥨✧.*

𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺,𝘭𝘪𝘹𝘪𝘦.

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kaminnie · 2 months

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Christmas Innie

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seungsluvv · 5 months

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YALL ITS CHRISTOPHER CHAN BANGG ❤️💕

#stray kids #kpop #skz #bang chan #cute #photo collage #kpop fyp

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minsungwhores · 1 year

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↠ 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞/𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 ↞

SKZ X Studio Ghibli Movies

Felix X Ponyo

Bangchan / Lee Know / Changbin / Hyunjin / Han / Seungmin / I.N

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onlyweknowleeknow · 1 year

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I Don’t Like Watching You Cry

Seungmin x reader.

Genres: Best friends to lovers, mutual pinning, angst, fluff, collage au, roommates au.

Synopsis: You’ve always been Seungmin’s, and Seungmin has always been yours. To you, it wasn’t enough, but he never made a move, so you let it go. Seungmin never realized just how much he cared for you, not until he saw you shaking, tears wetting your pretty face.

Word Count: 7.1k

Warnings: angst, language, hate, depression, bickering, kissing, alcohol, drunk people, sexual violence(not any of the members), violence, anger, aggression, fluff at the end.

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Seungmin had been been mine since before I could remember.

He had held my hand on the first day of kindergarten, again in middle school, and again in high school. Even in collage, he gripped my fingers between his.

Seungmin was an oddity, never caring much about what people thought of him. He often let me do his hair, or paint his nails. He would never admit it, but he liked it.

It was obvious in many ways. May it have been the way he would subtly flaunt his nails, or ask to go out after I finished his hair, which was something he normal despised.

Seungmin didn’t like people, their presence was often accompanied by a minuscule frown, or no expression at all on Seungmin’s face. Because of this, he didn’t have many friends, aside from the few boys he had met in some of his classes. It was fine with him, he preferred it even.

He would have much rather curled up with me on the couch and watched horror movies or sappy romance films.

Seungmin came over often. In fact, my mother often teased him about being the son she never had, as I was an only child. We frequently baked cookies or brownies in the kitchen, none of which were ever very good. But still, it was fun.

Other times, we would have harmless pillow fights, or chase each other in the park, tears brimming in our joyous eyes. I remember once I fell and cut my knee, Seungmin looked like his eyes would pop out of his head.

After that, he told me to wear knee pads, or go slow. But it didn’t last long, his playful side reappearing once my scar had scabbed over.

We jumped at the chance to move in together in collage. We only grew closer after that. Our lives were entwined together. The both of us were perfectly happy in our little bubble.

And I guess, at some point over the years, I had grown fond of Seungmin. Not as a friend, not even as a best friend, but as something more. Something that made my cheeks flush and heart leap in my chest.

His innocent touches stayed with me, the way his fingers brushed over mine, the way his hands smoothed down my hair, or wrapped around my waist for a hug. And often, it was times like that, times slow and peaceful, that I would take my time to admire him.

His tranquil smiles and serene laugh. His smooth voice often pulling me to sleep in his arms, only to be awoken to him complaining about how warm or heavy I was.

I couldn’t live without the rascal.

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“Kim Seungmin!” I yelled from the kitchen of our shared apartment. I heard some shuffling, before his bedroom door opened. A groggy looking Seungmin quickly waddled into the kitchen.

I sucked in my breath. He was only wearing sweat pants, and a thin, white shirt. I could practically see his toned torso. I needed to snap out of it. Now was not the time to think about that! I had important things to speak to him about.

“Why are you yelling? It’s 8:00 in the morning…” He complained, rubbing sleep out of his lidded eyes.

I reached across the counter to where he had sat down and ruffled his already disheveled hair. “Yah!” He said, pulling back as he smacked my hand away.

“I’m yelling because you ate my leftovers!” I snapped back, crossing my arms over my chest and looking at him expectantly.

His head pulled back, brows furrowed. “What leftovers? I didn’t eat your food.” His eyes traveled to mine, head tilted slightly. He really was cute.

My brows raised suspiciously. “I had fried chicken in there from my lunch yesterday. It’s gone now! Don’t even think about lying, I saw the bones in the trash can.”

Seungmin’s eyes widened in realization, a sheepish smile swirling over his delicate features. “Oh… that was yours?” He swallowed, rubbing the nape of his neck awkwardly. I scoffed.

“Y/n, I really didn’t know! I—“ I tutted at him, not able to stop the simpering smile that covered my face at his nervous behavior. “It’s fine Minnie, but if you eat my food again, I won’t be so nice.” I threatened, to which he only chortled lightly, shuffling to his feet.

“I’ll make it up to you. Let me get us dinner tonight, Jeongin told me about a new restaurant that opened a few blocks from here, I’ll pick something up.” I hummed at his offer, nodding as I spun on my heels.

“Want coffee?” I asked as I began to make some for myself.

“Your coffee is horrible, y/n.” He said plainly.

“Yah!” When I spun around, he was already running to his room, mischievous snickers filling the hallway. I rolled my eyes, a fond smile finding its way to my face. “What a jerk I live with.”

Seungmin swiftly returned to the kitchen, plopping down in the same seat he had sat in earlier at the island. “Y/n, Chan sand the boys are going to a new club tonight, want to tag along?” He asked, though his eyes were directed at the phone he was scrolling through.

“How many new places have opened lately?” I snorted, but agreed anyways. “Yeah though, let’s go with them. It’ll be fun.

Seungmin spared me a quick glance. “I was going with or without you. But thank god you’re coming.” He exhaled lowly, a small smile appearing in his face.

I just rolled my eyes, though my lips were also quirked upwards. “Anywho, I’ve gotta get to class. Mr. Chang said we’re starting a project today. I don’t wanna miss any instructions.”

The boy lifted his head, offering me his full attention. His gaze raked my form up and down, a sly grin on his lips. “Quit it! I’m changing, I’m changing.” I threw my hands up in exasperation, slinking to my room with a salty expression.

I heard Seungmin’s laughs echo all the way to my door.

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Classes weren’t too bad today, aside from Mrs. Jang’s class, but that was expected from the strict professor.

I met up with Hyunjin, a mutual between Seungmin and I. Even though Hyunjin had a different major then me, we often had free time during the same hours.

“Y/n, can we go to the Brew Café? I really need a lift right now.” Hyunjin complained. He slouched, really playing off the fact that he was tired. He was dramatic as ever.

“If you stop lugging around and buy me something, sure. I want a muffin anyways.” Hyunjin squealed excitedly, his posture straightening.

“Deal! But only because my professors would kill me if they saw me slouching.” He shuddered.

“Ah, the sad life of a dance major. Boohoo.” I teased him, exclaiming in surprise when he poked my sides with his delicate fingers. I laughed in delight, shrieking as he chased me down the sidewalk with jabby-hands.

“Hwang Hyunjin! Stop!” Our laughter filled the streets, multiple people on the sidewalk giving us either annoyed, or delighted looks.

“Race you!” He suddenly challenged, his hands recoiling from my giggling frame as he ran down the sidewalk, bag bouncing against his back.

“Hyunjin-! But, you got a—“ It was no use, he was already bounding away, almost too far to hear me. Either that or he was ignoring me. “Shit.” I cursed, sprinting after him.

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A muffin and coffee did help my mood for the day, not that it was bad to begin with. But a little deviation from normal helped the days not mold together in an endless cycle.

I had just finished my last class for the day, it was only about 3:47pm though, so I decided to go shopping. Seungmin and I had practically demolished our food supply.

My bag bounced against the curve of my back. The weather wasn’t great, wind making strands of hair blow into my face. I could feel rain drizzle over my thin jacket, causing a shudder to run up my spine.

It was an unpleasant walk to the store, really. I would probably have to call a cab back to the apartment if the weather got any worse then this.

Luckily, I had found a small store near school, and it wasn’t too long before I saw the outline of the petite shop.

When I walked in, a pleasant smell filled my nose. I wasn’t sure what it was, maybe some fresh bread or something. But never mind that.

I reached into the smallest pocket of my backpack, pulling out a wrinkled piece of paper. I frowned, uncrinkling the list of groceries.

I scanned the list once the writing was legible. There were quite a few things on it, and I already knew we needed some other things that I hadn’t put on the list. I wasn’t sure if we could really afford all this, so I decided to only get the stuff I knew we would need, or really want, at least.

Okay, so I had no self control. But it’s really not my fault.

It took me about two hours to find everything, I was still learning to find my way around the store. I had managed to find a 2 for 1 deal on pizza, and obviously, I couldn’t resist. Some other things I grabbed were milk, eggs, sugar, coffee grinds, various fruits and vegetables, and other common items. I ignored the little muffins I had grabbed, trying to not let guilt seep into my mind.

I could indulge in things I liked! Right? We didn’t have much money to spare… Seungmin trusted me with almost half of his paychecks so that I could get food for the both of us. Then again, I was paying for half of it too. Maybe if I got him some brownies he would forgive me.

And that’s exactly what I did.

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I inwardly cursed at my choice to go shopping alone. Hauling the bags into a cab was one thing, but getting them up to our apartment was a whole other story.

Eventually though, I did get the groceries to our apartment. It was a long, tiresome journey, but I made it.

Maybe that’s a bit dramatic, although, the small sweat I broke proved that it was tiring. Or maybe I just needed to exercise more.

Once I got to the door, I set down the bags that crowded my arms. Red marks were left in their place from the strain. I pursed my lips, rubbing my fingers over the light marks, before I checked the watch that was on my wrist. 6:43pm, it read. I hummed, reaching into my backpack, which was still slung over one of my shoulders. I retrieved my keys, locking the door with a sigh.

I grumbled something almost incoherent to even my own ears, lazily grabbing all the bags from the ground. I brought them inside and took off my shoes at the door, slipping on my indoor slippers instead.

My gaze peered around the living room and kitchen, then down the hallway to the bedrooms and bathroom. I didn’t see Seungmin, but I did hear the shower running.

I assumed he was getting ready for tonight.

Seungmin and I had already decided to go with the other boys to the opening of a new club, we were pushing back Seungmin’s apology dinner to tomorrow night instead.

If it was almost 7pm now, that meant I had around 2 hours till we were leaving for the club.

Felix had messaged everyone in our shared group-chat, telling us that even though the club opened at 10:30pm, we should go early, at 9pm, to get a little head start in the line. Of course, everyone agreed, Seungmin and Jeongin even complaining about how they should’ve thought of that first. While Hyunjin spammed the chat about how he wouldn’t have enough time to get ready because Changbin had dragged him along to the gym.

It was only about 3pm when this all happened, so Hyunjin was simply being his usual dramatic ass self. Even though he was the one who had asked Changbin to help him workout, Hyunjin’s schedule always seemed to clash with his gym schedule.

He preferred to dance, but his instructor told him that he needed to lift to strengthen his arms and legs more, which was why he had requested Binnie’s help in the first place.

I snorted at the recent memory, halfway finished unloading groceries by now.

When I completely finished organizing and unloading, it was about 7:45pm.

I high-fived myself, rather proud at how quickly, yet neatly I had accomplished my task. The shower was long off by now, the boy in question had come out around 7:10pm, his hair damp and a towel around his waist.

I adverted my gaze, yelling at him to put some real clothes on, to which he mocked my scolding, yet still slunk back into the darkness of his man-cave. When he returned, he was dressed, but didn’t stay in the kitchen long.

He told me he had a paper to finish, so he went to his room. That’s where he’s been since.

Instead of checking up on the busy boy, I opted to try on some new clothes I had bought the previous month. I had gotten them on a drunken spree, but when they arrived, I secretly thanked my wasted self.

I had three options. They were a bit expensive, sure, but at the time I had just wanted some party clothes. And besides, everything was paid up now, so I had nothing to worry about.

I scanned over the outfits after I had laid them out, squealing giddily like a child receiving candy on Halloween.

The first outfit was a short, black dress. It was low and the sleeves were nearly disconnected, starting just over the elbows. It had a triangle cut out below the breasts, the top part having some lace around the top, the sleeves having a hole cut out for your thumb to go through. It was stretchy and durable, I had worn it once before in the privacy of my room.

The second was a crimson dress with a low v-neck and off the shoulder sleeves. The sleeves were see through and flowy. The material wasn’t too stretchy, but it was still comfortable. If I was going to be dancing, I probably wouldn’t pick this dress, though. The sleeves might get caught on something, and it wasn’t as easy to move around in.

The third dress was another black one. It had thin straps for sleeves. It was low in the breast area also. My drunk self really did love risky clothing, huh? It was slightly tilted at the bottom. Pretty, silky ruffles at the end of the dress. It went down just past the middle of my thigh on one side, and slightly above the middle of my thigh on the other. It was very stretchy and had built in shorts, along with a built in bra to push your breasts upwards slightly.

I almost immediately picked it. I put away the other dresses and rushed to the bathroom with the dress I had chosen. I needed to figure out what to do with my hair and makeup. I had never been more thankful that I had gotten laser hair removal two years back. It really was easier then shaving every other day, not that I did anyways.

I decided to do some neat waves. Heating my hair into feathery curls instead of frizzy ones. I tied my hair half up with a black ribbon, extremely proud of myself when I checked the mirror. Letting a few strands of hair out in the front, I curled them so that they complimented my facial structure better.

It had taken time, and I nearly burned my fingers and hair countless times, but it was well worth it.

Once I had, as much as humanly possible, fixed up my hair, I had a realization.

“Oh, damnit. I should’ve put my dress on first.” I mumbled, groaning softly. It was too late now, so I decided to just do my makeup first. The dress didn’t have a narrow head hole anyways, so it wouldn’t be too hard to get into. I hoped, at least.

We were going to a club, so my makeup had to be somewhat bold. Well, it didn’t have to be, but it wouldn’t fit the scene as well if it wasn’t.

I decided to go with a siren eye look, adding a fade of brown eyeshadow that turned cream colored as it got further from my eye.

Once I added the wings, it took me a while to perfect them, but eventually they turned out pretty good.

I, of course, had put some foundation on, not too much, just a bit here and there to cover any uneven skin coloring. I really didn’t feel like a full, full face of makeup, so I simply didn’t do one. I added some lipstick and coated it with a bit of gloss. Once I was finished, I added some highlighter and a tad of contour to the areas that needed it. Sure, I was doing my makeup out of order, but it all turned out the same.

When I was completely done, I checked my watch. It was 8:50pm. I huffed, irritated that Seungmin hadn’t given me a heads up that we were leaving soon.

I hastily undressed, putting my dirty clothes on the edge of the sink for a moment. I grabbed the black dress and easily slid it on. I was very, very thankful for the flexible material.

After shimmying around in the outfit to get it on correctly, I put on a pair of silver earrings I had found in the bottom of my jewelry box. I also put on a black choker, and multiple black and silver bracelets, along with a few black rings. I was finally done getting ready. By then, it was 8:57pm.

I tutted my tongue, taking one last look in the mirror before grabbing my dirty clothes and leaving the bathroom.

My eyes scanned the hallway as I walked to my room. I didn’t see, nor hear Seungmin.

I brought my clothes to the laundry room, putting them in my unclean basket. It was piling up, I really should do my laundry more often.

But either way, now way not the time to fret about that.

I exited the laundry room, approaching Seungmin’s door. I knocked, but was met with silence.

“Minnie?” I said, knocking again. “Hold on!” He called out.

I waited, then the door opened.

Seungmin looked stunning. He was in a black turtleneck with black dress pants, a baggy, silk collared shirt buttoned over the turtleneck at only the bottom four buttons. It was black, grey, and white, with a somewhat spotted pattern? I couldn’t explain it well if I tried.

His brown hair was messy, the dyed blonde part in the front feathering over his forehead.

I was in awe of his beauty. He looked so simple, so delicate, yet he was the most enchanting being I had ever set my eyes on.

I inhaled sharply, eyes twitched back to his face. He seemed just as speechless as me.

“You look great! I mean— I don’t— I like your hair and… y’know, your outfit.” I choked on my words, scolding myself internally.

Seungmin’s face of surprise turned into a sheepish smile, his hand moving to rub the back of his neck as his eyes creased into a joyous grin.

“Mm, thanks! You look ravishing too, by the way. Everything, I mean. Your hair, makeup, outfit… you really planned well.” He laughed breathlessly.

I could feel the tips of my ears burn, my cheeks doing to the same. “Anyways, we should get going. I think…” My voice grew quiet. “Ah, yeah. Felix texted the group chat.” Seungmin saved me from myself.

I blinked, opening my phone. Felix had, indeed, texted the group chat. “Y/n, Seungmin, I’m on my way to pick you guys up with Hyunjin and Minho. Chan, Changbin, and Han picked up Jeongin already, they’re almost to the club by now. We’re five minutes away from your apartment.”

I tapped my foot. Felix shared an apartment with Hyunjin and Jeongin, while Chan, Changbin, Han, and Minho all shared their own apartment. So I wasn’t really sure if each of them had been hanging out, and that was why their roommate groups were split. I didn’t really care either way, all of them would be at the club anyways. Our little group all lived together in three apartments, like puzzle pieces scattered a few miles apart.

“We’re here.” Felix texted, my phone dinging softly.

Seungmin and I made eye contact, any tension was gone.

“Don’t do it Seungmin.”

The corners of his lips quirked up. “Do what? This?” He asked innocently, shoving past me with a crazy giggle. He was grabbing his house keys and bolting out the door before I could blink.

“Kim Seungmin!” I yelled, grabbing my own keys on the kitchen counter as I ran by. I struggled to lock the door, grunting as I barreled after the boy.

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By the time I got to the car, Seungmin was already grinning at me stupidly.

I wanted to shove the smug grin right off his face.

“You always get the heated seat! I hate sitting in the middle. It’s squished and shockingly, it’s not even warm!” I complained with a sigh.

Hyunjin snorted, eyes crinkled at the edges.

Minho turned around, looking at Hyunjin and Seungmin who sat at each window seat, then at me, outside of the car.

Felix giggled, also looking back.

“Yah!” Minho said. “Seungmin, just let her have the heated seat. You got it last time and I don’t want to hear you two bickering all night.”

Seungmin refused.

Felix and Hyunjin were having the time of their lives. Giggling and snickering at Seungmin and I.

“Thanks Minho, I’ll just sit in the middle.” I sighed, shoving Seungmin’s chest.

Seungmin grabbed my wrist, grunting. “Aish, so violent.” He complained as I yanked my arm away grumpily.

I bent down, slinging my leg over the boy’s lap as I struggled to crawl across him.

His hands ghosted over my waist, eyes locked on my face as he steadied me.

I scrunched my nose, glancing down at his slender hands that grasped me. My face was heating up, so I quickly continued to crawl over him, landing in the middle seat with a huff, my sides going cold from the lack of Seungmin’s warm hands.

Hyunjin jabbed my side with his elbow, wiggling his brows at me. I silently cursed at him, which simply made him snicker more. Felix and Minho turned around, facing the road.

I could still see their entertained smirks, even Minho was amused.

I slouched against the cold seat, arms crossing over my chest.

“You look lovely, by the way.” Felix said softly, giving me an apologetic smile. I sighed, my anger melting at his shining grin.

“Thank you, Felix. You don’t look too bad either.” I chirped, lips curling upwards when he shyly looked away from the mirror he had been glancing at me through.

I felt Seungmin shuffle beside me, his arms now crossed over his chest as well. He looked unhappy, his lips curled into a scowl.

“Seungmin, what’s wrong?” I asked, sitting up straighter to get a better look at him.

“Nothing, it’s just taking forever to get there.”

“You’ve been in the car for 3 minutes, Seungmin.” Minho said from the front seat. Seungmin just slouched more, like what I had been doing only a few moment earlier.

I heard Hyunjin try to sniffle his laughter, which he failed at. I rolled my eyes, watching Seungmin for a few more seconds to make sure he was alright, before I eventually looked back towards the road.

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When we arrived, Felix managed to find a spot not too far from the front. Arriving early did help, but not much. We found Chan and the other boys at the back of the line, scowling. Minho scoffed, patting Chan’s back as he approached. “Whats with the sour face?” He raised a brow stupidly, receiving an eye roll from the older boy. “Shut the fuck up, Minho.”

By the time the line was even remotely finished, Hyunjin looked like he was dying, Felix and Han had stopped trying to lighten the mood, Changbjn looked ready to pop a muscle, Chan had stopped attempting to control Minho’s complaints, Jeongin looked bored out of his mind, and Seungmin was just annoyed. It was a few minutes past midnight, and the music inside the club was taunting us.

“Hyung, can we go somewhere else?” Jeongin gave Chan his best puppy-dog eyes. Chan pulled his lips into a thin line, glancing towards the doors of the club, which were still a considerable distance away.

The rest of the boys were looking at Chan expectantly, most of them wanting to go somewhere else too, Felix was the only one who still had some hope for the line.

“What? Why? The line just means it’s a really good club! We should wait, just a little longer?” Felix frowned, which almost immediately made Chan agree. Nobody liked to see Felix sad.

The freckled boy excitedly walked over to Jeongin, who was pouting. And soon enough, Han joined the pair. They were all smiling and entertaining each other, Jeongin not looking as bored anymore.

The line did clear. It took 45 minutes, and it was almost 1am now. But finally, finally we could go inside. When we reached the doors, the security guards made sure we were good to go, and let us in. Felix was right; the club was amazing. The dance floor was covered with a hoard of people, music bouncing off the walls and thumping into my ears. There was an almost fully stocked bar in the back, along with couches and tables all throughout the big room. It was, to put it simply, uplifting. The only down side was the drunk men and women that stumbled around.

Sure, all of us were all in various years of collage, but the youngest, Jeongin, had turned 21 recently, so you were all easily able to get into the club.

Felix and Han had somehow gotten Jeongin so hyped up, that he was now bouncing around as much as them. The trio quickly said their goodbyes to everyone and practically ran to the bar to socialize and get drinks. I shared a knowing look with Chan and Minho, who were most likely going to be the designated drivers for everyone tonight.

I snorted, eyes turning towards Hyunjin, who looked ecstatic about the huge dance floor. He had somehow managed to convince Changbin to join him, which actually, probably wasn’t as hard as it seemed. The buff man loved to dance also, and before I knew it, they were disappearing onto the dance floor. I turned towards the remaining boys; Chan, Minho, and Seungmin. Seungmin had in the same blank expression he always had in crowds.

“I’m gonna dance with them.” I let them know, receiving small nods in response from the distracted boys.

I grinned, quickly spinning on my heels and walking after Hyunjin and Changbin.

When I found them, then were dancing in the middle of the floor, big, goofy smiles on their faces as they enjoyed the music coursing through their veins. I joined them, their infectious laughs making I laugh along with them.

“Yah, y/n! You never told me you could dance.” Changbin exclaimed as he shook his hips. I nearly burst into a fit of giggles at his silly dance moves. He seemed pleased with himself, Hyunjin also trying not to shake with laughter. “What can I say? I’m good at everything.” I said playfully.

“Oh really? What about that one time you tried to draw a—“ I cut Hyunjin off with a jab to the gut, making him double over in pain and laughter. “Don’t spill my secrets, Hwang.” He chuckled as he stood back to his full height, Changbin watching with an amused lift to his brows.

“We should go find Felix, Han, and Jeongin at the bar. I need a drink.” Changbin whooped. Hyunjin quickly agreed, so you followed suit, following the rather short boy through the crowd.

When we reached the bar, if wasn’t hard to spot our friends. How could we miss them? They were all good looking guys, even I had to admit it. All 8 of them stood out amongst others, and sometimes, I wondered how I had even gotten into their little friend group. Because of Seungmin, that’s how.

“Hyungs, noona.” Han greeted happily, a bit drunk already. He couldn’t really handle alcohol well, neither could Jeongin. He hadn’t had much to drink in his life anyways, he had only recently turned 21 and preferred to stay sober most of the time. Not tonight, though. Jeongin was animatedly talking to the bartender about fashion, which seemed to perk Hyunjin’s interest, because he walked over and joined their conversation.

“Innie left us for that bartender, I guess they’ve got Hyunjin now too.” Felix raised his brows as he watched the pair of boys talk to the stranger, before turning back to Changbin and you.

“It’s fine, he’ll get tired of them eventually.” Changbin said, calling the attention of the second bartender, whom he began to speak with with she made his drink.

Han pushed his lips outwards into a pout. “Y/n, can we go dance?” Han pleaded, Felix watching him with a slight smile.

My gaze turned to Felix, who glanced towards me with a shrug and a nod. “Sure, cmon. Felix, are you coming?” I questioned, to which he shook his head. “I’ll stay with Changbin, he won’t want to babysit Hyunjin and Jeongin.” I quirked my brow. “Isn’t Hyunjin older then you?”

“Shockingly.” Felix teased, making Han gasp.

“I’m telling him you said that!”

“Han, don’t! I don’t want a speech about respecting my elders. I’ll make you brownies if you keep your mouth shut.” His accent was thick with concern for his own well-being. Han’s eyes lit up at the offer. “Deal!”

I watched them fondly, quieting agreeing that I too, would keep my mouth shut for Felix’s brownies. Eventually Han dragged me away from the freckled Australian and into the crowd of dancing, sweaty bodies.

Han was uneasy on his feet, the alcohol in his system messing with his footing. I danced with my hands grasping his elbows, his holding onto my forearms. “Y/n!” He slurred. “Did you have a drink?” I shook my head. “You should! I’ll get you one. They have really good…” Han trailed off. “I don’t know, whatever Jeongin let me try was good.” Han stopped dancing to think, but only shrugged.

“Be right back!” He said with excitement, quickly skipping away through the crowd.

“Han, wait—“ I sighed, brows furrowing. I didn’t bother going after him once I saw he made it back to the bar with the other boys. I instead pursed my lips, feeling quite awkward without any of the boys.

I felt something touch my waist, so I looked down, only to be greeted by a pair of hands entrapping my hips. I didn’t recognize them, my head suddenly turning towards the stranger. It was a man, probably in his early-mid thirties. He smiled drunkenly at me, hands tightening around my hips. I winced.

“Excuse me, please don’t touch me. I’m really not—“ He cut me off, which seemed to be happening a lot lately.

“Aw, c’mon love. Dance with me!” He forcefully turned me towards him, pulling my body flush against his.

“Please, stop it. Let me go.” I said sternly, not able to hide the quiver in my voice. The man only snickered, leaning closer to me as his hands began to inch up your body.

Suddenly, you were feeling very, very bare.

I pushed my hands against the man’s chest, attempting to push him away. I liked to think I was strong, but this man was definitely a fan of the gym. His arms easily encased me against him. I began to squirm, his arm tightly wrapped around my waist, the other moving towards my chest.

“Stop! Let me go, right now!” I began to yell, but the music drowned out my voice. The man’s gaze was locked on my cleavage, tongue running over his dry lips. I choked back a whimper. He leaned down, pressing kisses along my neck. I tried to pull away, but I just couldn’t.

I could feel my face growing red hot with anger, tears filling my eyes. I were horrified, disgusted, and furious all at once.

I lifted my leg, silently thanking the gods for the stretchy dress, and kicked him right between his legs, which made him yell in surprise and immediately unhand me. It caught the attention of a couple nearby. I spit at him, then turned and hurried towards the bar.

I was clearly in tears now, images of what could have happened flying through my mind. I was disgusted and ashamed. I felt so vulnerable, so weak. My brows were furrowed tightly, my soft sniffles almost inaudible, even in my own mind. When I reached the bar, I noticed that Han had gotten lost in a conversation with Changbin and Jeongin.

Felix and Hyunjin were also talking, but they turned towards me, noticing me first since they were closer to where I stood. Something bumped into me from behind, making me stumble forwards slightly.

It was just another drunk person, who apologized and waddled away, a bit embarrassed.

Felix and Hyunjin stared at my distraught figure for a moment, Felix finally moving closer to me, arms wrapping around my shoulders and pulling me into his chest. One of his hands stroked my hair as I let myself cry. Hyunjin was standing behind Felix, eyes on my red face.

“What happened?” Hyunjin said slowly, his voice low and gruff, laced with anger. His fists clenched, eyebrows knitted together.

“I- he—“ I choked on the words, ashamed.

Felix shushed me, comforting my shivering frame.

At this point, the other three boys were watching carefully, all of their faces tinted red with fury, their eyes narrowed sharply.

“Han went to get me a drink, but—“ I inhaled sharply. “Someone, a guy, grabbed me. He… he tried to touch me, I couldn’t—“ I stopped talking. My face pushed against Felix’s shoulder. His grip on me tightened, and that’s all I needed to feel to know that he too, was angry.

“Who?” Hyunjin spat.

I lifted your head, looking out into the crowd. I saw the man, still lingering where he had grabbed me. He was with another girl, she looked uncomfortable.

“There. In the blue jeans and white t-shirt. He has a chain on his neck.” I identified, Hyunjin storming towards the man immediately. I didn’t say anything, watching as Changbin and Jeongin followed. Han and Felix stayed with me, sitting me at the bar, while they sat on either side of me. They asked the female bartender for some water, which she quickly got for me. I didn’t miss her sorry, understanding expression.

“Thank you.” I whispered weakly, clutching only the glass like my life depended on it.

It had been 5 minutes since Hyunjin and the others walked away, but Felix and Han didn’t talk. They just watched me quietly. I could tell Han felt regretful, while Felix looked upset and distraught.

“Thank you. Both of you.” My voice cracked, the boys each inhaling. “Don’t thank us. We shouldn’t have left you alone. I shouldn’t have left you alone.” Han said remorsefully, seeming a bit sobered up. I frowned, shaking my head as I turned fully towards Han, Felix’s eyes still on the both of us.

“Hannie, it’s not your fault. It’s okay.” Han nodded softly, fidgeting with his fingers. I grasped his hands, giving them a squeeze. He looked towards me, smiling softly. Then, I turned back towards the bar.

Han stood. “I’m gonna go find— oh. Never mind.”

I looked up, tilting my head slightly. “Hm?”

“Seungmin.” Han sniffled nervously, eyes locked on the approaching boy. I turned around, shocked to see Seungmin looking livid. He was tense, it wasn’t hard to tell. His shoulders were tightly pushed against his neck, hands held in fists, his face riddled with disgust and fuming with hatred.

“Minnie?” I blinked. “Felix, Han. I’m taking y/n home.” Seungmin said lowly, his voice revealing just how angry he was. Felix and Han nodded.

“Have you seen the other boys?” Felix spoke up.

“Yeah. They’re all having a conversation with that man, if you can even call him that.”

“All of them?” I swallowed harshly. Seungmin nodded, grabbing my wrist gently. “Let’s go.” His voice and gaze softened as he looked at my face. It was swollen and damp tom all the crying you had been doing, makeup slightly messed up, you knew. He saw scratch marks on my neck.

Hyunjin had told him what happened, so he just assumed you had been scratching at the spot the man had touched, desperate to get the feeling of him off you. His rage sparked itself alight again.

He contained himself, watching as I carefully pulled my wrist away from him to stand on wobbly feet. Han and Felix were watching, but they stayed quiet, knowing that now was not the time to say anything to Seungmin.

Once I stood, Seungmin put out his hand. I grabbed it, my hold on him tight. He grasped my hand tightly back, inhaling sharply to control his fury.

He pulled me away from the pair of boys, through the crowd, and out of the club. When we both exited, the cool, nighttime air greeted us with open arms. Only then, did Seungmin pull me closer to him, hugging me tightly against his chest.

He felt your body quiver, but he wasn’t sure if it was from the cold, or if it was because you were crying. Maybe both.

He simply held you, and once you calmed down, he pulled you to Chan’s car, who had told Seungmin to use it to take you home in. He pulled the keys out from his pants, unlocked it and opening the side door for you.

I got in silently, watching as Seungmin shut the door. The drive was eerily quiet, Seungmin not talking, not even after the two of us were back in our apartment.

When you were both inside, Seungmin sent Chan a quick text that he’d drive the older boy��s car over to his house tomorrow. Then, he put his phone back in his pocket, locked the front door. But he didn’t look at you, in fact, he tried his best to avoid your gaze as he shuffled past you, walking towards his room.

“Seungmin?” I said gently.

He froze, slowly turning to face me. That’s when I saw it. His face was red, damp streaks coated his cheeks. He had been crying. Silently crying to himself, and he didn’t want me to know.

“Minnie… come here.” I sighed, watching as he steadily trudged towards me. I reached out to him.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, pushing his head against my neck. I tightly held him, my arms around his shoulders, fingers skimming through his soft hair. He quietly cried into me, his body shaking with each breath and sob. “I’m so sorry— I— I wasn’t there. I should’ve stayed with you.” He whimpered, but I shushed him, much like Felix had shushed me earlier.

“Seungmin, it’s not your fault. I’m okay, I promise.” I reassured him, grasping the hair on the back of his neck with one hand as his warmth breath fanned across where the man had kissed me. I tensed slightly, Seungmin noticed and tried to pull away, but I only held him closer, so he melted into my embrace.

“I cant stop thinking about what would’ve happened if you hadn’t gotten away. I would never forgive myself. I don’t like watching you cry.” The sniffling boy admitted, clutching onto me.

I pulled away now, cupping his face in my hands. “Well I did get away, and you don’t need to worry about me anymore.”

“I always worry about you.” He whispered. “You’re always on my mind, 24/7, 365. I promise to stay by your side. I’d risk my life for you in a heartbeat, don’t you know that?”

I swallowed, thumb caressing his cheek. He leaned into my touch, his lashes fluttering. The two of us just stared at each other for a few moments, lost in the other’s gaze.

“I think I love you, Seungmin.” The words left my mouth before I could stop them. The boy’s eyes grew wide, brows furrowing.

“What?” He sucked in a breath, hands lightly grabbing my jaw.

“I said, I think I love you.” I repeated, it was too late to turn back now.

The tiniest of smiles appeared on his face, a weak chuckle escaping his lips. The light reflected off of him perfectly, his warm eyes shimmering a beautiful brown, tongue running over his plush lips.

“I think I love you too, y/n.” That was all he needed to say, and then I was pulling him closer, the feeling of his soft lips touching mine set my heart ablaze.

His lips were as gentle as petals. He kissed me back delicately, like he was afraid he would break me.

My lips molded with his perfectly, the push and pull of my fingers were in his hair, the same with his in my own locks. He grasped the back of my head with one hand, pulling my face closer to his. His other hand continued to cup my jaw, my hands pulling his cheeks closer to me, thumb wiping away his stray tears.

I had waited forever to kiss this boy, and now, finally, he was here, in my arms, kissing me. His lips against mine, the feeling of him trapped my brain in a whirl of emotions.

When I finally pulled away, his eyes were slightly blown out, lips swollen from the kiss. I smiled at him, biting my lower lip as his hands smoothed down my body and rested on my waist. He was being careful, not wanting to make me uncomfortable after what had happened at the club, I was sure.

But with this boy, my boy, I could never be uncomfortable. Not when his rosy cheeks were painted so beautiful, not when his eyes shimmered with adoration. Not when he gave me the brightest smile I’d ever seen on his face, and that? Well, that was saying something.

I was— no, I had fallen into his smile, and I were especially sure at that moment; I would never love anybody quite the same as I loved Kim Seungmin.

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A/n: I hope you guys enjoyed this! It’s my longest fic to date. it was supposed to be angst, but I got soft, so it became fluff instead. don’t be shy, give me feedback! hopefully you guys saw the song reference ;)

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Valentine’s Surprise

➻ Pairings: Minho x Chan

➻ Genre: slice of life, romance, college au, wolf au

➻ Additional: humor, angst, misunderstandings, soulmates au

➻ Word Count: 3.5K

➻ Warnings:

➻ Author’s notes: This story is cross posted on multiple sites under the same username!

“And then Mr. Kim mansplained why doing the project earlier was more beneficial.” Minho sighed, closing his eyes at the memory, though mostly to help ease the tension in his eyes from staring at the glowing screen in front of him. Though he didn’t keep them closed for long, not wanting to miss a moment of seeing Chan’s beautiful face. It was hard for them to get time to talk like this. Even if Chan was only a few more hours ahead of him in time zones, they both lead pretty busy lives. So Minho was greedy when it came to his time with his boyfriend.

“And what could he have possibly explained -”

“Mansplained.” Minho corrected and Chan rolled his eyes lovingly at the other.

“You’re a man too, babe.”

Snorting, Minho crossed his arms, glaring at Chan as hard as he could, though judging by the laughter, he probably came off more of like a cute kitten as Chan has often told him. “It’s the principal of it, Channie. He was talking down to me like I was some helpless omega.” he scoffed. “I wouldn’t put it past him to be the type of person that still believes an omega’s place is in the home, caring for twenty litters of pups.”

“Twenty - oh my god.” Chan choked. “That’s an excessive amount of pups, don’t you think?” he asked, eyeing the screen warily.

“Of course not!” Minho grinned as he leaned in closer, eyes locking on the camera lens. “Don’t you want to have a big family with me, Channie?” This time he was pouting and perhaps laying it on a little thick. Though it was worth it as he watched Chan’s cheeks heat up, despite the graininess of the video call. Even Chan’s HD camera was no match for Skype’s shit quality. “Hmm?”

“Of course I do, Minho.” Chan cleared his throat. “But twenty is definitely too many pups to have. We’d be eaten out of house and home.” Well, Chan did have a point about that. Okay, maybe they wouldn’t have that many pups, but they would at least have one and that thought alone pleased his wolf in ways that Minho really didn’t want to acknowledge. He wasn’t the type that liked to rely on his instincts and be the “typical” omega type. But there was something about Chan that had him wanting to do all the homely things that many associated with his second gender. He wanted to provide a wonderful home and family for his alpha.

“You win this round, Mr. Bang.” he teased as he sat back in his chair. “But just so you know, this war isn’t over.” He giggled, beaming when Chan laughed as well. He loved the way Chan laughed - how his shoulders shook and eyes turned into crescents. And his dimples were always on display when he laughed. They were possibly Minho’s favorite part of Chan’s body. Their happy little bubble burst when Chan’s alarm went off, startling them both. Minho watched with sad eyes as he picked it up and turned off the annoying sound before looking back at him.

“I have to go.” He whispered.

“I know.” Minho could feel the sadness radiating off of Chan through the computer and he was sure it was the same for the other. Ending their calls was always the worst, but they couldn’t stay on video all the time, as much as Minho liked to argue. Even with all his cunning ideas, it still wouldn’t work out, but he gave it a valiant effort every time. “I miss you.” He could feel the heat dusting his cheeks, but decided to ignore it. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but it was too late to take back the words. Not that he was lying or anything. He really did miss Chan, even with him right in front of him like this.

“I miss you too, Minnie.” Minho’s heart fluttered, chest swelling with an emotion he had felt so many times that it could only be love. That or it was heartburn and he still hadn’t deciphered which it was yet. “I love you.”

Minho scrunched up his face, looking away to avoid making a fool of himself. He wanted to giggle, or coo or flail about. Every time Chan said those words, he had such a visceral reaction that he just couldn’t handle himself. “I love you too…I guess.” he shrugged, hoping his voice sounded as indifferent as he wanted it to be.

“I would hope, you’re kinda stuck with me for life.” Chan lifted his right wrist, his fingers grazing over the mark and watching it glow a beautiful golden yellow. Looking down his left wrist, Minho watched as his own mark glowed, reacting to his soulmate, even though they were miles apart.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.” He whispered, lifting his eyes back to the screen. “You should go. Text me when you get home.”

“Always.” Chan grinned. “Remember to eat today.” Chan’s set him with a stern gaze.

“I will.” He probably wouldn’t, especially if he got wrapped up in the choreography for his upcoming dance evaluation. But Chan didn’t need to know that, right now at least.

“Good. Talk to you later, baby.”

“Bye.” Minho always refused to be the one to end the call, and he silently hoped each and every time that Chan wouldn’t end the call either. But just like all the previous times, the call ended and Minho was left in nothing but the static silence of his bedroom - feeling alone. His wolf howled in agony, the dramatic little thing because he knew it wasn’t the end of their relationship. Chan would text like always, Minho was sure of that, but trying to convince his wolf of that was like talking to a brick wall.

So Minho resigned himself to his daily cycle of sadness and forced himself out of his chair to go and get ready for dance practice. At least if he was doing something, he wouldn’t notice the sadness as much.

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Felix stared worriedly as Minho paced the floor of their practice room. He looked flushed and agitated and if it wasn’t for the thick Eucalyptus scent wafting from the other, Felix would have been inclined to believe that Minho was sick.

He felt that way. Minho felt absolutely nauseated- wrought with worry because Chan had stopped answering his calls and texts. Minho would be understanding if it had been a one time occurance, or if Chan called him back, but he didn’t. For the past couple of days, no matter what Minho did, Chan never answered. His read receipts were suddenly turned off as well as his location services. Every phone call would ring twice before going straight to voicemail and Chan’s status on Skype was always offline.

It’s like the man just disappeared off the face of the Earth! How was that even possible? For a popular and good looking alpha like chan to just go missing?

Minho froze in his tracks as a horrendous thought crossed his mind. What if Chan was cheating on him?

He snorted to himself. No, not Chan. He was as loyal as one person could possibly be and not a mean bone in his body. He wouldn’t cheat.

But…

It was the only explanation for the sudden behavior change. It all made sense if he thought about it. And it’s not like he could blame Chan. They were separated by miles of land and ocean, and at least two if not three time zones. They’ve only ever seen each other through video calls. Their relationship was the epitome of long-distance.

“Hyung.”

What if Chan had met someone else? Someone prettier and better? More willing to bend to the stereotypical behavior of an omega? Someone who didn’t sass back as much as Minho did. Who expressed themselves better than Minho ever could? Someone who was within arms reach that Chan could touch and hold and kiss and…mate with.

“Hyung?”

What if Chan had met a better mate and was getting ready to break their soulmate bond?

“Minho hyung!”

Jerking back at the touch to his cheek, Minho blinked rapidly, clearing the tears blurring his vision. Since when had he started crying? Frowning, he reached out and wiped the tears aways with a little more aggression than necessary. Stupid tears. Stupid emotions. Stupid Chan!

“Minho hyung, what’s wrong?” Minho knew Felix had been standing there, but it wasn’t until that moment that he actually registered his presence fully. The younger beta was staring at him with such worried eyes that Minho wanted to cower from the gaze. He didn’t want to feel like a burden.

“Nothing.” He spat and immediately regretted his words at the forlorn expression tossed his way and was quick to apologize. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay hyung.” Felix whispered, eyes shaking with emotion. “But something is wrong.” He stated firmly. “You can tell me, I want to try and help.”

Minho took a few shuddering breaths, trying to calm himself down because he certainly didn’t want to snap at Felix again. He really was only trying to help. And it’s not like he put these horrible thoughts in Minho’s brain. No, Minho only had himself to blame (and Chan). “It’s really nothing.” He tried to assure, but faltered. “Actually…Chan stopped texting me and answering my calls.” He said slowly. “Did he mention anything to you about…anything really?”

There was a look of realization that crossed Felix’s features only to be quickly replaced by a look of deliberation. Minho squinted at him, poking his side a few times.

“Felix…what do you know?”

“Huh? Um, well…” the way Felix trailed off was a bit suspicious, like he was trying to think up an excuse. “I remember him saying something about a deadline and you know Channie hyung gets when he’s composing.”

Oh yes, Minho knew first hand how wrapped up in his work Chan could get. But even when focused on his work, Chan would always call him back when he was done. This wasn’t normal working Chan behavior. But the fact that Felix didn’t seem worried did help to put the Omega’s worries at ease. If only slightly.

“I guess.” He muttered, heaving another sigh. Reaching up, he rubbed his cheeks, taking note of how hot they were, but that was to be expected. He was still pretty worked up. “Whatever. Let’s just start practice.”

“You sure hyung?”

“Yeah.” Turning, Minho headed over to the counter and started the music, effectively ending all conversations.

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Minho really should have listened to his body more. Despite the fact that he had been hot during practice, he had told himself at the time that it was just because he was upset. And that wasn’t a lie. He had been upset and was still upset, even days later. It was going on a week and half since he last heard from Chan and no matter how hard he pressed Felix, the younger Australian had no information about his older cousin. And that only added to the stress and worry and negative thoughts. But even all that couldn’t explain how hot he was becoming. He should have realized days ago that this was a sign his heat was coming, but Minho was so wrapped up in the “cheating” scandal he had fabricated in his mind that he lapsed in caring for himself.

Now he lay prone on his bed - a naked, panting mess that absolutely refused to do anything to help ease the pain. And why would he when the one thing - one person that helped him through his heats was missing in action. Over the three years that Minho knew Chan, the other had always been there for him, talking him through each orgasm until they were both a trembling, sticky mess on a video screen. Not the ideal way Minho wanted to be with Chan, but he would take anything and everything he could get.

But his alpha was gone and he was in pain. It was like his body knew Chan wasn’t there and was rebelling against him like it was Minho’s fault. His wolf was antsy, howling and searching for that connection, but in his heat induced delirium, he couldn’t find it. Had Minho had a better grip on his thoughts, he would have known their bond wasn’t broken if he only touched his mark. But as it was, he could barely remember his own name as he writhed and curled up into a ball as another cramp claimed him. A harsh sob wretched itself from his throat and all he could think about was just wishing for the heat to end.

A sudden knock to his door pulled Minho out of his spiraling thoughts, the fog momentarily lifting as he tried his hardest to process what had just happened. Another knock sounded shortly after, leaving Minho confused. Who would be at his apartment now of all times? He had already called off work, put in his absences with his professors and told his friends he would be out of commission for the next week. Everyone who needed to know he was going through his heat, knew, so they wouldn’t be coming to his apartment. At least he hoped not. It would be highly unprofessional if his boss or professors decided to pay him a visit. And while the thought of a teacher-student or boss-employee relationship was appealing, the only person he wanted in that authoritative role was Chan.

But Chan wasn’t there. He was probably off screwing some omega and starting his happy life while Minho laid there suffering. Begging and pleading for a higher power to bring Chan back to him. He absolutely hated this.

Another knock and Minho snapped. He pushed through the pain of the cramps, forcing himself up and out of his bed. The thought of putting on clothes sickened him, body too overheated to be confined, but he knew he couldn’t answer the door naked. Well he could, but the resulting consequence that may happen far outweighed and won over the need to be comfortable. So Minho pulled on his pajama pants and left the safety of his bedroom. The once stale air of the house came alive with a mixture of mint and eucalyptus as Minho made his way to the front door. As he reached it, another knock sounded and without so much as a care of who could be on the other side, Minho yanked the door open harshly.

“What the fuck-” he stopped mid sentence, eyes widening as he took in the body before him. “C-Chan?” There stood a very sheepishly looking alpha. His normally styled hair, now just a heap of messy black curls. There was not a lick of makeup on his face and if Minho squinted hard enough, he could make out the very light dusting of freckles along his cheeks, just like Chan had always said he had. It was a family thing, though Felix had been more blessed in that area with a whole galaxy of freckles covering his face. He was adorned in all black, but that wasn’t something unusual as it seemed to be Chan’s favorite color.

“Hey, Minho.” He said, voice barely a whisper as he looked Minho over slowly. Minho watched the way his pupils seemed to dilate, steadily growing blacker the longer he looked at him. He felt so vulnerable under the gaze, yet desired, especially as Chan’s tongue swiped across his lips. As Chan dragged his eyes back up, he seemed to come back to himself, the tips of his ears turning a beautiful shade of red as he held out his hand, thrusting a bouquet of red and purple Baby’s Breath towards him.

Minho was stunned, blinking rapidly as he tried to formulate some sort of coherent sentence that wouldn’t sound dumb, but everything he came up with always fell flat. He wanted to interrogate Chan on where he had been and why he hadn’t been answering his calls and texts. Another part of him wanted to ask why he was even there. In the end, he settled on probably the safest topic as he took the offered bouquet. “You remembered.”

“Of course I did. I remember everything you tell me.” Chan chuckled softly before clearing his throat. “Except for when your heat is supposed to hit.” Minho tore his eyes away from the flowers to glare at Chan, the alpha gulping in response.

“You would have known if you had answered my calls!” he snapped. “Where the hell have you been?! Do you know how worried I was? What’s her name?”

“Huh? What?” Chan was taken aback by the angry outburst.

“What’s her name?”

“Who?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Bang Chan. You went off the grid for over a week and you don’t think I wouldn’t know that you’re cheating on me?” he growled. “I never would have thought you would be such a no good, low down alpha to-to do this!” Minho was angry, his scent spiking exponentially. Unfortunately it wasn’t its usual sour scent. Nothing could mask the smell of his heat and the more worked up Minho became, the more potent and thick the scent filled the air.

“Baby, I don’t think this is the best place for this. Your heat.”

“This is the best place for this!” Minho snapped at him. “You have some fucking audacity to show up at my door step -” Minho paused, brows knitting together as he stared at Chan before looking around the empty apartment hallway behind him. “How did you know where I live?”

“Felix.”

“Felix?” Minho huffed and crossed his arms over his bare chest. “I knew he knew something.”

Chan laughed, though Minho was not amused. “Yeah, he knew. I had been planning this for months.”

“You had been planning to cheat on me for months?”

“What? No!” Chan groaned and rubbed the back of his neck in frustration. “Baby I’m not cheating on you. I was planning to surprise you by visiting.”

“Surprise me? By visiting?” he parroted as if repeating the words would help him understand better. “So you turned off read receipts, turned off your location services and stopped answering my calls and texts because you were coming to visit me?”

“Yes.” Chan nodded quickly. “Surprise! Happy Valentine’s day.”

“Valentine’s…” Minho trailed off, thoughts racing a mile a minute - each train of thought getting lost in the fog of his heat as the inferno grew stronger. This was crazy, ludicrous even but made more sense than Chan cheating on him. “Oh my god.” he whispered.

“Yeah, so then. Can I come in?”

Minho stared blankly at him before stepping back quickly. “Yes, come in, come in.” he ushered the other in. “Don’t mind the mess, I didn’t have time to clean. Been lost in my-”

“Heat. Yeah, I know.” Chan chuckled. “The whole building probably knows now.” Minho flushed as he closed the door quickly and locked it, sliding the chain for extra protection because Chan was indeed right. The whole building probably could smell him now and he didn’t need an unwanted alpha or beta to try and force their way into his home just because he smelled so alluring.

“Probably.” he muttered as he leaned back against the door, staring at Chan. “ I still can’t believe you’re here. I thought…I was so stupid.” Shaking his head, he gave a small laugh. “You were just coming to visit me. I swear to god Channie.” Chan chuckled as he stepped closer to him and gently pulled Minho into his arms - cradling him so carefully it was like he was made out of glass. And maybe he was. Minho certainly felt delicate enough at the moment. His body was in turmoil; hormones raging as he felt like he was burning alive while simultaneously being stabbed to death. The cramps were no joke.

But for a moment, Minho’s mind was cleared of all thoughts of his heat. This was the first time Chan was holding him, touching him. Minho had waited for this moment for too long. Had dreamt of this very moment more times than he could count and yet he never thought it would happen so soon - so unexpectedly. His heart skipped a beat, racing in his chest as he snuggled into Chan’s embrace, resting his head on the other’s shoulder. “Channie,” he whispered.

“Yes, love?” Minho’s fingers curled in Chan’s shirt, clutching the fabric tightly as he nuzzled into his neck.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I probably would have thought the same thing, honestly.” Chan placed a gentle kiss on the top of Minho’s head. “I love you Minho.”

“Love you more.”

Chan hummed softly, running his fingers through Minho’s hair. It felt so nice and soothing. And for the first time in a while, Minho felt complete. “How about we go and take care of your heat, hmm?” Minho could only nod eagerly, letting himself be dragged off to his bedroom.

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