autumnfallsx

[autumnfallsx]

I dont repost on this acc but this one...how could I not

post-concert lix PLEASE (i am so terribly down bad for this man🧍🏾‍♀️)

lix is finally done! he took me the longest. i’m so soft for him.

seeing felix cry makes me cry.

since the first day you met felix, you’ve claimed that you share an freaky emotional connection with him. when he laughs, you laugh, and when he cries, you cry. you don’t even need to be in the same room. that’s why you already know that something is wrong before he walks through the door of your shared hotel room. your suspicions are proven correct when you see that he has tear tracks running down his face and his eyes are puffy and dimmed with red.

“lix!” you cry out, jumping out of the warm cocoon of blankets you had been under to run to him. you envelop him in a hug, hands tight around his back just the way you know he likes it. he nuzzles his face into your neck, no doubt smelling his own shampoo that you had borrowed when you took a shower while waiting for him to come back. he’s still sniffling, his chest rising quickly with every inhale, and there’s a tightness in your chest as if his tears had been your own.

“baby, you okay?” you ask gently, not expecting an answer right away. he usually wants a few moments to calm down before speaking, and even though you know he could talk now you would never force him. sure enough, he takes several deep breathes before pulling back to wipe his tears, linking his hands with yours after.

“‘m ok, it’s just.” he pauses to sniffle a little bit and scrunch his nose, making an endearing sad picture that you want to capture forever and frame on your wall. “happy tears. stay are so sweet.”

his voice is deeper and more gravelly than usual from singing all night and then crying, and it vibrates from his mouth through your linked hands all the way through your entire body. it takes all of your self control not to coo at him being so cute. you frame his face with both of your hands instead, using your thumbs to wipe away the salty tear tracks on his cheeks. he rewards you with a blinding smile that lights up the entire room, toothy and bright eyed. seeing him smile brings you a relief you didn’t know you needed since he came through the door and you feel like you can breathe easier. you walk him gently backwards until he reaches the bed, and he falls into the covers with a giggle. you can’t help the fond smile that takes over your face as you lean over to push his hair out of his eyes before situating the blankets around him until just his face is peeking out. he should probably take a shower, but it can wait until the morning.

“lixie, you’re a burrito,” you tease, and he rewards you with another laugh. you swear, a fairy is born every time this boy laughs, that’s how special he is. you would turn making him laugh into a full time job, if you could. who needs paychecks when you have felix’ laughs?

“i’m gonna get you some water, okay?” you say, knowing that he probably cried and sweat out all the water in his body today.

“no, i wan’ you to stay,” he says, slurring a bit, tired now and voice even deeper than usual. “missed you.” he lifts a weak hand up to your face before you can move, and you hold it there against your cheek with both of yours. his hand is warm and solid and it grounds you a little.

“i missed you too,” your eyes well up with happy tears now but you will them away. you can’t both be crying. “i’ll be right back, lix. go to sleep, i’ll be here when you wake up.”

he pouts but nods and you take that as permission to flit around the room in a daze, too caught up in the notion of felix needs me to properly focus on anything you’re doing. you place a bottle of water and your spare packet of ibuprofen on the table next to the bed, knowing that he wakes up with headaches after crying.

when you get back to the bed, he’s already asleep. soft snores escape his mouth in puffs, and you’re surprised there isn’t already a line of drool making its way into his pillow. he looks so peaceful, his sharp features smoothed out with sleep and his cupid’s bow lips still formed into a little pout. you brush his bangs off his forehead again with gentle fingers, careful not to wake him. when he feels your touch, his lips stretch into a smile and he mouths your name, turning towards you a little , and you feel like your heart is going to burst right out of your chest from how much it swells. it’s times like these where you still can’t believe he is yours to keep and to touch and to love, but you can’t dwell on it or you’ll drive yourself crazy. you snuggle up into him, knowing he likes to wake up to you on top of him, and you fall asleep to the song of his heartbeat in your ear.

post concert series masterlist

soft hours

[autumnfallsx]

pick me ups — lee know

pairing: lee minho x fem!reader

tags: established relationship, hurt/comfort, saviour boyfriend trope

warnings: swearing, drunk reader, uncomfy levels of flirting by some strangers, minho saves reader from them, “dick” used as an insult, reader’s friends leave her in a club, they don’t like minho either, protective!minho, he gets angry but not at reader, cheesy af towards the end

inspo: protective!minho + hurt/comfort

notes: this was meant to be a small drabble but it’s minho so i got carried away.

{ wc: 2501 }

‘canb u come n getf me pleaseeeee’

bunny<3: where are you?

you: outside!

bunny<3: outside of what?

you: location pin

bunny<3: do the girls need a lift, too?

you: the grids left me lollll

you: girl*

you: girlssss*

bunny<3: wtf do you mean left you?????

you: aporently immshitty friend so he wnt somewhere else

bunny<3: are you fucking kidding??? are you drunk??????

you: i’m sorry. pls dont be maf

bunny<3: jagi i’m not mad at you at all. please stay somewhere with light i’ll be there in ten minutes.

you: can i cakk im scare

Your phone rang in your hand a few moments later. You tried your hardest to press the bright green button–answering your boyfriend’s call quickly.

“Hey, Min,” you hiccuped. “I’m so so sorry for asking you to do this.”

“Why are you apologising?” He said, his tone soft and careful. You could hear his keys jiggling in the background, you could hear the door opening and closing–his voice echoing through the stairwell as he spoke on. “What do you see around you?”

“I’m just outside the club, there’s a few people smoking and talking and there aren’t any cabs so I couldn’t get one home. I’m sorry.”

“No, no. I don’t want you getting on a cab by yourself,” Minho said firmly. You swallowed.

Your head was spinning, and the smell of smoke was getting into your hair–but you wanted to stay next to the crowd for as long as you could.

“Can you wait somewhere near the bouncer so he can at least see you?”

“Okay,” you nodded, looking over at the tall man as he checked over more and more IDs. “Him and me will be besties soon!”

“Good,” Minho chuckled. His voice was further away from you now, you figured you were on speaker as he drove to you.

“Min, I’m so thirsty,” you whined.

“Where did the girls go?” He asked, his voice slightly strained. You knew what Minho sounded like when he was angry–and right now, he was furious.

“I’m sorry, please don’t be mad,” you repeated.

“Jagiya, I’m not mad at you,” he repeated back, “why the fuck did they leave you alone when you’re drunk?”

“Because I’m a dick,” you said, biting your lips.

That was their words, of course, but they were pretty convincing in their argument. You didn’t want to play wingman tonight, you never wanted to, but as the now only girl in the group who wasn’t single–that made you out to be a villain.

“What the fuck?” Minho all but yelled. You grimached.

“Min, plea–”

“--I’m sorry,” he said quickly, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you. It’s just, you’re definitely not a dick. Why did they say that?”

“I don’t know,” you hiccuped again. You blinked twice as you tried to get your vision to stop moving around. “They had some good arguments.”

“Friends don’t just leave a girl alone in the middle of the night when she’s drunk,” Minho argued, “I can’t fucking believe them.”

“Min, Min, Min,” you said quickly, stepping away from the crowd. It was then you noticed a guy in the smoking area was looking right at you–his eyes never moving away from you. You whispered down your phone, “some guy is looking at me.”

“I’m just around the corner, my love, I’m almost there,” he promised you quickly.

“Okay,” you nodded, taking your phone away from your ear and ending the call. You weren’t too sure why you did that–looking at the phone in your hand curiously.

You brought your hands around your body, shielding yourself from the cold. And also, from that man’s prying eyes. You were wearing a revealing top, which you didn’t mind until this very moment.

You were alone. You were drunk. And this man was looking at you. The reality of the situation had finally made its way into your brain, past the very thick wall of alcohol.

The man was walking right towards you.

“Hey, what’s your name?” He said with a smile.

You looked away from him, trying to spot Mnho’s car coming down the road. Five cars drove by–none of them were his.

“Oh, come on, what’s your name?”

“I’m just waiting for someone to pick me up,” you said with a polite smile.

He leaned forward, putting a hand on your shoulder, “oh, don’t leave yet. I haven’t had a chance to dance with you.”

“I don’t wanna dance, thank you,” you said, simply.

“You looked sad earlier when those girls were yelling at you,” you looked away from him, feeling embarrassment sneak through the alcohol in your veins, “what was going on?”

“Nothing,” you nodded.

Then his friend came over, slinging a hand over the man’s shoulder and then yours, pulling the three of you together.

“You’re coming inside with us?” He asked, practically yelling down your ear.

You tried pushing away from his grip–but even though he was very drunk, he was still much stronger than you.

“No, thanks. I’m just on my way home,” you tried again.

“Maybe a kiss will change your mind,” the first man said, leaning towards you. You moved your head away as much as you could–the other man still trying to hold you in place–and his lips ended up landing on your ear. You squirmed.

“Come on, what’s wrong?” They both chuckled at you.

“Give me a kiss, come on,” he said, a wet smile on his face, puckering his lips in front of you.

You shook your head at them, trying your best to step away, but every time you did the hand around your shoulder brought you back closer to them.

“Y/N!” Someone yelled behind you.

You let out a sigh of relief, the shake in your hands finally catching up to you, as you saw Minho walking towards you. His face was hard, calculating, as he finally reached you. He looked at the boys in front of you with pure disgust.

The boys next to you took a step back–finally–looking Minho up and down.

“Who’s this, your boyfriend?” One of them snickered.

“Yes,” Minho said firmly, cocking his brow up. “Who are you?”

“We’re just gonna take her dancing,” the man dared with a smirk. Minho’s jaw clenched. “You’re coming inside with us?”

“No,” Minho scoffed.

“Oh, come on, we’re having fun!” The second one yelled.

“I don’t think she’s having fun,” Minho said. He brought his arm around your body, taking a step forward as he put distance between you and those two strangers.

“We’ll make sure she does–”

“--oh, just shut up,” Minho rolled his eyes. He looked at you, eyes trailing up and down as he checked everything was okay. He noticed the small shake in your hand and took it in his.

“Ready to go?” He asked, his voice changed completely from the rough tone he used with the strangers, now taking on a soft and caring sound.

You nodded at him, letting Minho guide you away and towards his car.

He opened the door for you, helping you step inside the passenger seat before he made his way around to his side.

When the doors closed, he quickly turned on the heating and handed you a bottle of water.

You could feel Minho’s eyes studying you as you took in a few gulps of water, handing the bottle back to him with a small thank you.

“Wanna tell me what happened?” He asked, so so softly.

“Wanna go home,” you said, weakly.

Minho nodded, starting the car easily and making his way back home.

“Want some music?” He asked, taking a moment to look over at you. You were curled in on yourself, quiet, not at all what he was used to when he picked you up from parties before. You were usually loud and energetic when you were drunk. He wasn’t quite used to seeing you this way.

“No,” you said quietly. “Can I hold your hand?”

Minho didn’t respond verbally, instead he took the hand on your lap and laced it together with his–focusing on driving with one hand.

By the time he parked the car your body was completely angeled towards the window–your face unseen to him.

“We’re home,” he said softly, squeezing your hand.

You only nodded.

“Hey,” he let out, bringing his finger underneath your chin in the softest of touches. He turned your face towards him, sighing as you squeezed your eyes shut. Your cheeks were damp.

“My love,” he sighed, “what happened?”

You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around him tightly as you pulled your body into him. Minho brought his body around you. You felt safer, now.

You were just outside your home, the car was much warmer than the night outside, but not until Minho wrapped his arms around you did you feel truly safe.

You finally let the sobs you were holding in spread out through your body, your shoulders shaking slightly as you buried your face in your boyfriend’s shirt.

Minho didn’t interrupt you, letting you cry for as long as you needed. After a few minutes you pulled away, sniffling as you wiped your face.

“Let’s go upstairs?” Minho offered quietly. You nodded.

You followed Minho back home, you followed him into your room, and you watched as he pulled out your favourite fluffy pair of pyjamas and walked you to the shower.

“I’ll make you some late night snacks?”

Your eyes were burning by the time you left the shower—but you thought that was from the crying and not the shampoo. You couldn’t really stop crying, still fighting back sobs as you sat on the couch, watching as Minho prepared your favourite snack.

He grinned at you as he walked the plate to the couch, his eyes glittering as you smiled up at him.

“Eat, Jagi,” he ordered delicately.

The pair of you ate in silence, Minho glancing over at you every few seconds, before you finished the food on your plate and handed it back to your boyfriend. He took the plates from you, putting them in the dishwasher, before he returned to you with another water bottle and an order to drink it entirely.

At least you had stopped sobbing by now, so it was easier to drink the water.

When you noticed it was about three in the morning, Minho’s phone rang. He looked at you curiously before he picked it up from the table, noticing it was one of your friends.

“Yes?” He answered, coldly.

“Did you take her home?” A drunken voice said from the other side.

“Why? You don’t get to care about that now,” he said firmly.

“I’m just checking she’s safe,” she groaned.

“You didn’t care if she was safe when you left her alone, drunk, in the middle of a very busy club.”

“Minho, why do you have to be such a dick?”

“She likes that word, huh?” Minho whispered at you. You somehow found it in yourself to chuckle.

“Tell Y/N that next time she wants to come out with us she needs to learn to loosen up,” Minho scrunched his brows at that, “or I guess, when you decide to act like yourself and just dump her.”

“What the fuck?” He all but yelled.

“Just… tell her to call us when you two break up.”

“You’re such a c—“

but before Minho could use whatever colourful word he was going to say, you took the phone from his hand and ended the call.

Minho stared at you with a question mark on his forehead, blinking three times.

You sighed.

“They wanted me to help them flirt with guys and I said I don’t want to because I have you and then they said soon enough you’re gonna break up with me because you’re not a relationship person you’re just leading me on, and when I defended you they just left and said they’ll hang out with me when I’m not a boring housewife anymore,” you let out in one big breath.

You couldn’t really look in Minho’s eyes—too scared of his reaction. Would he get mad at you? Would he get mad at them? Would he say it’s all true and leave you?

You almost jumped when Minho wrapped his hand around your shoulder. He leaned in to kiss your temple softly.

“Thanks for not flirting with other guys,” he started, “I wouldn’t care that much if you just did it to help your girls out anyway, but it means a lot that you didn’t feel comfortable with that.”

You nodded, opening your mouth to say something, but Minho kept going.

“And they aren’t very nice people if they think I’m gonna leave you, or if they’re giving you conditions to hang out with them. But, I guess, it doesn’t matter because they’re still your friends and you’ll still be hurt by their words.”

You brought your hand around his stomach, leaning your head on his chest as you curled up into his body.

“Regardless of that, I will always be here to pick you up or take care of you or whatever it is you need. So never apologise again and never forget that I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me.”

“Min, I—“

“—and, remind them that I’m the one that cooks and cleans this place, so if anything. I’m the boring housewife.”

You laughed loudly, your tears drying quickly as you giggled.

You leaned up, kissing his cheek as you watched your giggles mirrored in his eyes.

“Thank you,” you said, simply. “I couldn’t have picked a better housewife.”

“You really couldn’t,” he smirked at you, before he pressed his lips to yours softly.

“But,” he said as he pulled away, “there is a price for you getting me out of the comfort of our home at such an alarming hour.”

“Oh?” You smirked at him, knowing him long enough to tell he had some evil plan up his sleeve.

“I’m little spoon tonight,” he grinned.

“Excuse me!” You laughed, “I’m the one who’s been crying for hours—I should be little spoon.”

At that Minho wrapped his arms under your thighs, picking you up from the couch as he walked the pair of you to your bed. You protested the whole way there, your words swallowed up by your giggles, before Minho placed you down on the bed softly.

He didn’t even have a chance to get into position before you slotted your thighs in his, deciding neither of you would be either spoon tonight.

Your noses touched as you wrapped a hand around his torso, his arm sitting just below yours.

“I’ll allow it this time,” he mumbled, his eyes heavier as the pair of you settled into each other’s warmth, “but I will be little spoon.”

“Okay, whatever you say,” you nodded, kissing the small freckle on his nose.

It was too dark to see—but Minho was blushing.

“Thank you for tonight, Jagi,” you mumbled.

“I love you,” he said back. Simply.